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“Are you sure you don’t want anything, baby?”   Valentine stood on the threshold of the front door, one hoof firmly planted on the welcome mat while the other lingered in the warmth of the inside. Her hand only grazed the doorknob, holding it open and an arm’s length away. She faced the inside rather than the journey ahead, eyes locked on the familiar doll form standing in the door of the kitchen a few...

Valentine liked to believe she was ready.   She was nervous this morning, rushing through getting ready while pacing around her room with an accelerated heartbeat. She had combed through her hair and ears more than was necessary, each brushstroke an attempt to ease her mind. She’d preened her eyelashes and reapplied lipgloss with the same repetitiveness, cleaning and redoing them in a desperate effort to get...

The scent of macarons filled the kitchen, the oven beeping to accompany the hurried thud of hooves. Valentine tugged a pair of mittens over her fingers, hiding the digits under rounded cloth patterned with intricate vines and rosebuds. Gripping the handle of the oven, Valentine braced herself for the steam as she yanked it towards her body. Warmth flooded towards her face, pressing against her cheek and neck while she waved it away with mitted hands. She needed ...

Talking with Dove gave Valentine plenty of ideas.   Cherubmas was something she had only known of for a little under three days, yet it was all she could think of recently. She had found herself visiting the Heavenly Embassy often, flitting between Primrose and Beanny when she wasn’t below the clouds with Dove. She was sure at least Primrose must have been sick of seeing her and hearing her questions about t...

The chill in the air was unusual. All around Valentine, buns and dolls wandered about in an atypical amount of clothes, pulling coats and sweaters close to their bodies and shivering as they slipped in and out of buildings. Val hadn’t been in Burrowgatory long, only long enough to know that it usually wasn’t.. Like this. Cold. The coat she had was bought on short notice - a gift from Luka that he’d insisted for her to keep when the weather got cold. The pu...

Mindless scribbles filled the air with light sound, chipping at the quiet and asking not for acknowledgement. The tablet pen Led held poised weapon-like stilled at an intruding rumble, hunger ceasing any further movements of their wrist. The drawing they'd been working on was left forgotten, the tab left open but minimized for the more pressing task.   ...

There was nothing more inviting than a bed. Of course Led loved their drawing tablet and all the art they could make with it - but line after line, stroke after stroke... It was tiring, dull, dragging - it made a break sound appetizing. Even a meager thirty minutes would surely be enough to wash away the stress their mind knew... Led stuck their stylus back into place, shutting down the tablet and s...

"Candybert - Candy-!" Led's voice cracked with the call, exhausted from the exertion they'd already put it through. Of course the little imp would choose now of all times to run off, why wouldn't she? Led wasn't fully convinced that their Pampki's sole purpose in life wasn't to spite them, at times. Still, they winded through the maze after Candybert with quiet resignation. It wasn't like they wanted to leave Can...

"Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh-" Gwen is running, which she does not do very often, in order to get to her destination on time. She's already late of course, a rare occurence for her, but how was she to know picking up custom chocolates would be a huge pain?! She had left early in the morning, Amon gently resting in her arms and Wednesday on her shoulder as she whisked them all briskly out the door. Matentines was not something she ever really had the chance to get involved in. Part...

The party had been insane. It was like one of Arias massive parties, only it was much bigger and with a lot more crazy thrown in the mix. It was like this every year, though, mochi moon and new years eve. Ignition had his concerns about Arias place being turned upside down by the buns, and he would rather be tipped into the grave than suggest Rowans, so he took the party responsibility on himself this year. There had been a pretty large array of food, thanks in no small part to Ignitio...