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naffeclipse · 5 months

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Toying around with a sort of Apex Polarity spin involving Sun and Moon and having them as Arctic Fox type of creatures (think werewolf monster body types but fox style) and Y/N is an Arctic Hare-esque humanoid mythical being with white fur and long ears tipped in black. Of course, it's set in the Arctic tundra. Thinking of calling it Of Fox Maws.

You've seen the fox men before. They'll skirt the outsides of the large valley you like to go to gather arctic willow and sedge out of the snow. Their eyes glint in the harsh Arctic light, watching you. You warily tense your legs, always ready to bolt should the two fiends decide they're hungry enough to attempt to chase you down.

You can't trust foxes.

But you always skip away, out of sight and far from the terror of what could easily be your last day. This happens for a season. Sometimes, they attempt to creep closer in plain view but you turn tail and run, ducking behind snowy hills and hiding low until you're certain they're gone.

Once, you were caught off guard in the middle of your foraging. One voice called softly out to you. You jumped back and found the fox men too close, almost within lunging distance—your little heart fluttered as if to take flight and escape—but you ran and ran and ran until you couldn't breathe. Then, you look behind you.

The fox men were nowhere to be found.

One day, you're amid a rocky field of purple saxifrage, happily picking blossoms to toss in your mouth while twisting your long ears this way and that to listen in for any predators or creeping fox men that might try to break your little neck in their vulpine jaws. You never expected the teeth to come from the ground you placed your foot on. A snap of metal. A bone crack. You're bitten by something cold and terrible, and it chains you to the ground. Terrible pain eats your leg as blood, crimson among the snow and rocks, begins to drip down your fur.

You panic. Such is your nature. You thrash and struggle while the metal trap digs deeper into your leg. The safety of daylight begins to fade as exhaustion and fear begin to take hold, and then you see them. Their glinting eyes, their sharp ears narrowed, their fur white and strangely marked with colorful swirls on their underside, their claws scraping over the ground as they come closer and closer.

You cry it in your terror—you could always run before. They talk low and soft to you, one anxiously coaxing you to stop moving, to stop hurting yourself, but you tug and struggle in your wild franticness. The teeth keep biting your leg—you flounder before a set of arms catches you, pinning you down with strange gold and red fur on his chest that warms your deathly chilled body. You scream but another set of hands holds down your caught leg—this one with deep blue and silver swirls in the fur on his chest. You dissolve in the horror of the end that will come from too many jaws—

A musical steel note plays when he breaks the chain in half with his raw strength. You keep thrashing, struggling to get away, but the fox men are too strong, and the one holding you keeps asking you to stop being frightened—they only want to help. The other digs his dark claws into the metal trap and pries it apart as the other drags you out of reach of the contraption maw, and you cry from the pain of it all.

The two begin yipping and fussing. When they press their hands to the bleeding bite mark on your leg, the anguish overwhelms you until all you see is white, then nothing.

They become frantic at your slumped form and all the blood on your silky white fur. Sun takes to your wound and Moon takes you in his arms, and keeping pressure on the strange bite, they carry you back to their den. There, you'll be safe and warm, and there, they can help you with your broken leg.

Hopefully, you won't keep screaming when you wake up. (You will.)

#Of Fox Maws #fox!sun #fox!moon #hare!reader #apex polarity #<<< branching off from that #i love the furry mythical creatures and the boys being very dangerous but also a little misunderstood because ~foxes~#and you aren't exactly peachy with everything #but hey that broken leg isn't letting you go anywhere anytime soon (though you'll try)#(and they will not be happy to find your sorry carcass out in the snow as you try to limp away)#they boys are mischievous and predatory but in a fun cute way not real way #naff writing

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 8 months

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Cultivator and Lawyer, Elle Woods (& Her spiritual dog Bruiser)!

Part 2 (soon)

#better drawn mdzs #mdzs #legally blonde #elle woods #In honour of Elle woods being canon to the PD-MDZS universe I *had* to make a legally blonde crossover #Elle Woods is a mythic figure. To me. Don't think about the lore of how she would exist in a Wuxia setting. This is for goofs.#Part 2 tomorrow ! Though its mostly silly doodles of the MDZS crew.#Lawyers and MDZS crossover *so* well. Legally blonde is a bit too specific of a story though. More on that in the next post.#Legally Blonde in general is a movie that means a lot to me (esp the musical). Your mileage may vary but I think it has a lot to say!#The feeling of being chronically underestimated and boxed into a role based on other people's perception of you really got to me!#(and the fact that the person who introduced me to MDZS turned out to...not be a good friend.#But I found a huge passion for something because of it! Yippee! I'm having more fun without you bringing me down!)#Drawing brusier made me realize I need to draw more dogs before dogust ends....

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offonaherosjourney · 6 months

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Sitcom episodes might take YOU 20 minutes to watch, but they take ME 40 minutes because I need to pause them every time there's a second hand embarrassment moment (and then the scene gets to live rent free in my head for the rest of my life)

#community #mythic quest #brooklyn nine nine #modern family #how i met your mother #atypical #the big bang theory #crazy ex girlfriend #derry girls #f.r.i.e.n.d.s #never have i ever #and probably some others i'm forgetting #nym's posts

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frmulcahy · 2 months

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My grown ass reading Battle of the Labyrinth for the first time mood board

#why is the children’s series fucking me up #this is what happens when you don’t finish the books as a kid #and then pick them back up in your 20s #it’s depressing and stressful af #because the characters are like my sisters age or younger #so it registers different when you’re older than them then when you’re younger than/their age #:(#imagine having to let your family member who’s a literal child go and get themselves killed by mythical beings #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series

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kaitcake1289 · 1 year

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working their classes off!

#y’all thought it couldn’t be done y’all thought i couldn’t make a non mq post well LOOKY HERE BUCKO #you all thought i was i one trick pony well guess again! i’m a three trick pony #anyways was aiming for a children’s book artsyle w this one #also prayinggg people notice gregory’s blue nail that he got from s1 ep2 #it’s on the wrong hand but i wanted to do it so shhhh #abbott elementary #kaitsart #janine teagues #gregory eddie #melissa schemmenti #barbara howard #jacob hill #ava coleman #tyler james williams #quinta brunson #ik this is mainly mythic quest acc but yours truly has a new brainrot show

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nonomives · 10 months

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has vampire!wally ever turned anyone

Tw: Spoopy dark

Yyyeaps

Hundreds--erm-- Thousands probably. It's something he's not proud of really.

Vampires are basically the zombies in this au, but they get power ups because of course they do.

You become a vampire by getting their blood in your system in one way or the other lol (ik its like soo demon slayer but like pls its a good concept okeh--) kinda like rabies but with extra steps. Those who got blood from Wally, himself, are completely feral. If someone gets blood from those feral vampires then they're a weaker and less insane vampire. Basically the farther from the source (Wally) the less potent.

At present, there's lesser feral vampires, after being hunted down and Wally not turning new peeps into vampires. Feral vampires are still pretty dangerous tho, due to the unpredictability.

There are some special cases though where vampires that were once feral and eventually managed to become more sane, so theres that. Theyre pretty rare though. It's a little idea inspired by a chat I had with @ketho484 about dhampirs :DD

#welcome home #welcome home fanart #welcome home wally #wally darling #welcome home Hunt vs. Hunted AU #welcome home vampire wally #digital art #my art #eeart #nomi arts #boy it must suck being a normal ass peep in a world of mythical creatures #like dude youve got the short end of the stick #because if nobody is coming to get you #youre constantly reminded that you cant do the cool stuff other peeps can do

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pinkflames · 2 years

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Jimmy: *calls Hermes stupid*

Hermes' dads:

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yours-mythically · 5 months

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One Luxurious Life, part II

➤ pairing : natasha romanoff x rich!reader (romantic), slight yelena belova x rich!reader (platonic)

➤ summary : yelena interrupts your morning to remind you about buying something for her

➤ a/n : you guys seemed to like the first part, so here's a second one (part I)

It wasn't uncommon that you woke Natasha with breakfast. Having learned to cook at a young age, you were quite good. You wanted Nat to get up in a good mood and what could be better than breakfast in bed and, perhaps, morning sex.

The quiet sound of the TV grabbed your attention. Natasha was already awake, you thought. You hurried with breakfast, and put it on a wooden tray before walking up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

"Breakfast in bed, for the lady in red." You said, bowing to her playfully.

"Shut up." Nat said, moving a strand of her red hair behind her ear.

"Good morning, my love. I hope you're hungry." You put the tray down on her blanket-covered thighs and kissed her.

Natasha hummed against your lips before she looked down at what you had prepared. A bowl of fresh fruit, a bagel with cream cheese and a bowl of her favorite cereal, as well as a bright pink smoothie.

"I love you." She told you, patting the bed beside her for you to sit down.

You did so and watched as she started to enjoy her breakfast, the heart eyes of yours very clear.

Suddenly, your phone vibrated, which made you look at the device, "It's Yelena." You said with a raised eyebrow.

"Ignore her." Natasha said simply, digging into the cereal.

"Looks like it's urgent. It's her 4th time calling." You told your girlfriend before you picked up the phone.

"Y/N, finally." Yelena said, her heavy accent more apparent through the phone.

"What is so urgent that you needed to call me at nine in the morning, while I'm laying in bed with my girlfriend." You asked, waiting for a reply.

"Well, a few days ago, you said that if I left you two alone, you would buy me whatever I wanted."

"Jesus Christ." You mumbled, "Well? What is it?" Natasha looked at you curiously as she continued eating.

"You see, there is this vest," Of course, "and it has a ton of pockets. Seriously, I've never seen so many."

"Okay, Yelena, I'll get you the vest later on." You told the blonde.

"But-"

Natasha took the phone, "Stop calling, sestra, you're bothering us." She said before she hung up.

You looked at her, "Will this feud, you two have, ever stop?"

Natasha simply shrugged and ate her bagel, while you mentally prepared yourself for going out with Yelena later. You knew you needed all the strength you have to overcome her rambling about vests.

#marvel #the avengers #romantic #yours-mythically #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x reader

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tswwwit · 3 months

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Though I haven't gone into much detail about Stan and Ford in the Familiar AU, I've thought of something funny.

The Stans went on Unspecified Adventures together when they were younger men. Partners, in fact! And while I'm likely never going to get into the details of their eventual falling out - there's potential in those adventures!

Who knows. Maybe monsterfucking kinda runs in the Pines family, but not the one you'd think.

Stan chatting up a Siren, before Ford has to yank his brother back by the shirt. Wondering where the hell Stan went, only to find him partying with some nymphs in a lake and coming THIS close to being drowned. Hell, maybe when Stan describes one of his exes as a 'shrill harpy', he's being literal about it.

A twenty-something on the prowl and on the adventuring path is gonna run into SO many tempting creatures - and the number of times Ford saved Stan's dumb ass from human-ish ladies would go into the DOZENS.

#this is a shitpost #Not necessarily canon but funny for me to think about #'Holy Moley Look at the bazoongas on that gal!!'#'Stan that's a Medusa. Do NOT look up'#Yes I know Oglaf did that joke but it's still funny to me #There's so many mythical beings that are basically DESIGNED to tempt straight men and you know Stan stumbled into a bunch of them #Ford out here with face in hands watching Stan flirt with a lady then having to save his dumb brother's ass #For the love of god Stan do not follow strange women into bogs because 'she really digs me!'#She's going to eat your bones Stanley. No not like that. Please.#That's all in the past but it certainly makes for some memories #Dipper meeting or hearing about one of Stan's Exes and going Dude what the Hell #Oh Yeah?? Like Dipper's one to talk #Said with a meaningful glance at Bill's stupid grinning face

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onejellyfishplease · 7 months

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You picked the wrong insect in oystfyw (that can be an acronym right?) Donnie should have been a mosquito you're proving it yourself

Beetle Donnie has some concerns...

Fear mosquitello

#i think he would have struggled hiding that absolutely epic snoot #the mythical mosquito donnie #a terrifying figure #he will haunt your dreams #personally #beetle donnie would much prefer to be a beetle than whatevers going on there #mosquitello the new cryptid #open your shell asks #open your shell to find your wings #cw bugs #cw insects #tw bugs #tw insects #mosquitello

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an-albino-pinetree · 3 months

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Jackalope boi,,

@kookydoodleky

#my stuff #not my character #hi I love this design so much it’s amazing #I immediately had to draw him as soon as I saw it-#jackalopes are one of my favourite mythical critters #dude #antlers #I just love antlers #a lot #anyways #here is your awesome Jax 🤲🏻#Freak Show au #Freak Show Jax #tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc jax #jax #jaxalope

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forgetful-nerd · 9 months

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It probably took everything out of the tmnt 2012 writers to not make Raphael a hobbit in the “Mazes and Mutants” episode.

So they just let Mikey have a whole “gollum” thing instead with his ring of awesomeness.

#imagine having Sean Astin #literally SAMWISE himself voice one of your characters #and having that character go through a whole mythical adventure episode #and NOT making them a hobbit????? they made him a dwarf.#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #2012 tmnt #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph 2012 #tmnt raph #raph 2012 #raphael hamato #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #mikey 2012 #michelangelo #michelangelo hamato

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kaitcake1289 · 1 year

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me when the vampires are being interviewed idk i haven't watched the show

#this post is ffor tumblr user fuzziiwuzzii btw if ur not them u can move along /j #ik this is mainly mythic quest acc but yours truly has a new brainrot show #kaitsart #interview with the vampire fanart #interview with the vampire #iwtvamc #iwtv #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #claudia iwtv #iwtv 2022 #iwtv claudia #interview with the vampire 2022 #claudia interview with the vampire

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moonlitdesertdreams · 3 months

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By the Sea (part 1/?)

A/N: Why am I on a True Blood kick in February of 2024? I have no idea, but please enjoy if you also are. Tags: Eric Northman, vampires, Eric Northman True Blood, True Blood Imagines, Eric Northman x OC, Eric Northman x mythical creature!reader, Eric Northman x Reader WARNINGS: Canon-typical swearing, overwhelming amounts of sweet, confused Eric Summary: Eric's been cursed to forget all his memories, but you stick out... and have to deal with the aftermath.

Word count: 1.6k+

You had no interest in meeting with the new King of Louisiana.

Bill Compton’s new position as King had given you nothing but pause, and part of you recognized his calling upon Eric as a power play.

So you lounged in the back office at Fangtasia, drifting in and out of consciousness. You could hear the faint arguing between Sookie and Pam in the other office, no doubt about relinquishing ownership of Sookie’s house. The same issue, you assumed, that Bill had requested Eric to discuss. You chuckled at the remembrance that it was your idea to buy the decrepit old farmhouse when Sookie went missing, both to keep an eye on the new King and have a safe haven for Eric away from Fangtasia.

Despite never being fully human, sleeping was one of your favorite indulgences. And tonight you were content to let Eric handle Mr. Compton’s silly requests while Pam argued with Sookie in the other room and you remained at ease. The couch in Eric’s office was worn and comfortable, and you settled yourself underneath one of his jackets, propped against the armrest. When Sookie’s annoying voice drifted away, you were left with the dull roar of protestors outside Fangtasia.

Dreams of blue seas and daylight walks with Eric plagued your mind. The warmth of the sun on your skin, and the golden dance of his hair in a Mediterranean breeze flitted by, and you relished in the fuzzy feeling it brought.

But the invigorating daylight suddenly vanished, replaced with a drab gray office and the annoying scream of a cell phone. You quickly realize it was not in fact your cell phone, but the Fangtasia office phone ringing obnoxiously on Eric’s desk. The sound of Pam and her… company through the wall gave you the idea she wasn’t getting to the phone anytime soon, so you yawned and climbed to your feet, having half a mind to let it ring till it quieted.

However, the newest anti-Vampire movement was raging, and everything at Fangtasia now was about saving face and playing nice. You picked up the receiver and tucked it in the crook of your shoulder, putting on your best vampire purr.

“Thank you so very much for calling Fangtasia. How may I be of service?”

“Y/N?”

You grimace, recognizing Sookie’s sing-song twang. “What do you want?”

“Listen, this is no time for your normal attitude-”

A snarl breaks through your lips. “Watch your mouth, brat. I’ll be on that doorstep before you draw in your next breath.”

“Y/N!” Sookie breathes heavily. “It’s Eric. I found him walking down the road on my way back.”

You stiffen. Sookie’s house was less than a mile from Compton’s, and the thought of what happened to Sophie-Ann at his mansion invaded your mind.

“What’d Compton do to him?”

“This wasn’t Bill.” Sookie’s tone was defensive in spite of everything he’d put her through. “I’m not sure who did this. Y/N… he doesn’t remember me. Or, much of anything. He keeps saying your name.”

Your slow-beating heart ticked up a notch. “You’re home?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you soon.”

You call on every power you have, letting your eyes fall closed. Teleportation was more of just extremely fast flying, mostly manageable but just exhausting. Sookie’s front porch materializes in your mind, and shortly after you feel a warm Louisiana breeze on your face. The sound of screaming cicadas followed, ringing your ears to the point of a migraine.

Before you can get a hand on the doorknob, the wooden panel flew open. Six feet and five inches of blonde viking greeted you, big hands palming at your shoulders and arms as he drew you close in an instinctual embrace. Sookie’s scent caught your attention as well, but your face was buried in Eric’s bare chest, too busy reveling in his closeness to care. He hummed against your hair nonsensically, nose nuzzled into the roots.

“Älskling” Darling.

He murmured the Swedish word into your hair, pushing a soft rumble through his chest. You finally found it in you to return the embrace, rubbing what you imagined to be reassuring circles on his torso. His behavior was startling, as public affection was not his favorite. He wasn’t afraid of it, per say, but he was more brutish. Eric was possessive and pushy, grabbing onto you and nuzzling against your body to mark you with his scent before visiting vampires or their nests. Coddling and dotting outside of that was usually reserved for the bedroom and private rooms away from prying eyes.

“Eric?” You take a step back, and your heartstrings tug painfully on one another.

His blue eyes are wide, full of confusion and apprehension The air of calm and power he usually carries is missing, replaced with the naivety of a scared child. You reach a hand up to cup his cheek.

“What happened, my love?” You whisper, ushering him to sit on the porch swing.

As you walk away from the entryway, Sookie’s eyes meet yours. She nods briefly, and steps away before closing the door with a soft ‘click’. Eric reaches for you once he’s settled on the cushions. You allow him to have a hold of your hand, but maintain a bit of space and sit cross-legged facing him.

“I’ve missed you.” He murmurs, even though you saw him less than five hours ago.

The gush and fluttering of human emotions was something you haven’t felt in years. “I know. What’s the last thing you remember?”

“The sea.” Eric takes your hand with both of his. “Where we met. You were so beautiful.”

His words were full of emotion and love, and you hated that your face blanched. When you met, when he could smell and taste the shore of the North Sea as it danced under sunlight, was the last few days of his humanity.

“Do you remember what happened to you tonight?” You implore him to continue, trying not to choke at the sight of his ruffled hair.

Eric’s face fell, far away from the contented glaze he had when speaking about the sea. “I know I am a vampire. You are mine. But I… I don’t-”

“Shhh, Shhh.” You hush him gently. “That’s okay.”

Eric shakes his head, gripping your wrist as if you could take his memories via osmosis. He mutters in Swedish, and you prompt him to speak up. The words he utters tell you of flashes he’d seen, but couldn’t provide any context.

“Det var hon, men det var inte hon.” It was her, then it wasn’t her.

The description is of a face morphing from older to younger, but nothing more.

What the hell had Bill Compton done to him?

Sure, Eric recalled a woman’s face, but there was nothing to say Bill didn’t set him up. You were suddenly pissed at yourself for not accompanying him to the new King’s hold. You hadn’t so much as asked why he was going. Pam was her normal stoic self upon hearing about him being beckoned, but you bet she had asked why.

“Eric?” His eyes are fixed on you, unwavering and diligent.

“Yes, my queen?”

You almost blush at the pet name. “Can you go sit inside with Sookie? I just have to call someone.”

A lopsided grin stretches his face. “Anything for you.”

Eric leans in and meshes his lips with yours, and it’s the sweetest kiss he’s ever laid on you. There’s no possessive undertone, no domineering fangs brushing against your lips. It’s an innocent show of affection, driven by absolute base instinct and a loss of personality.

“I love you.” He murmurs, breath fanning over your lips.

“I know.”

That amnesiatic smile twists his lips again, and he shuffles back into the farmhouse. You dwell for a moment on the odd behavior before withdrawing your cell phone and immediately dialing Fangtasia.

“Good evening, Fangtasia, Northern Louisiana’s most fang-tastic club. What do you want?”

On any other day, you would have laughed at Pam’s greeting. And you tried so hard to be nice.

“Pam it’s me.”

“Are you really callin’ me from the other office? I thought we talked about-”

“Something happened to Eric.” You stop her, “I don’t know what’s wrong.”

The line goes silent, and you half expect her to come rushing onto the porch as you had.

“Elaborate.”

“Sookie called me… She found him wandering down the road on the way home from Fangtasia. He doesn’t remember anything.” You force yourself to keep your voice steady.

“What do you mean, anything?”

You sigh. Nervous Pam is not good for anyone. “The last thing he recalls is the last days he was human…. When we met. He knows what he is but not who.”

Pam’s voice quakes, and you can’t tell if it’s anger or fear. “Bill set him up.”

You raise a brow. “I had an inkling. What did he go there for?”

“Some new coven of fuckin’ witches in Shreveport. Rumored to have been practicin’ necromancy.”

Your blood runs cold. “And Bill sent him in alone?”

“Probably knew it was a trap, too. Wouldn’t be the first time he’s tried to get rid of Eric.” Her hatred of Bill is palpable, even through the shoddy phone connection. “If the AVL finds out, they might sign off on assassinating Eric.”

“Alright.” You scrub a hand down your face. “Thanks Pam. I’m gonna take care of him”

“Y/N… be careful. I don’t trust Sookie.”

Said southern belle is trying to covertly look at you through the window and you turn away.

“You know I will.” A pause. “And Pam?”

“You get all mushy with me and it’s just gonna piss me off.”

You laugh for the first time that night. “Just do me a favor and don’t worry.”

The line disconnects, and you know she’s worrying. From inside the house, Eric smiles at you, dopey face swaying ever so slightly in the window frame. You look at the sky, wishing you didn’t know there was no such thing as God.

“Fuck my life.”

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