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Even bundled under thick blankets, Minerva felt cold. The kind of cold that settled too deeply in her skin, making her body prickly with aches and pains as her chest rattled with another wet sounding cough. She pressed her face against her pillow, a low groan escaping her as she tried to settle down. She wasn’t sure how long it’s been since she woke up and she nearly broke out into a run to the bathroom to retch up last night’s dinner. She still felt that familiar tightness in he...

The lights were dim, almost softly flickering, as Blush walked through the familiar hall of the Church of Sulfer. There were numerous decorations for Matentines strung up on the walls and if he aid attention, he could even smell a hint of something floral. In front of him were the table sets for the blind dating service. ...

With the lights of his dressing room dim and the scent of recently eaten mochis permeating the air, Topsy cuddled up on his room’s plush couch. He had kicked off his high heels and wrapped himself up in a fluffy blanket. Everything felt so warm and true to his vice of sloth, Topsy was fighting to keep his eyes open. He had a big performance today for the holidays and he had been gifted so many moon mochis from his fans. Mochis that he couldn’t help eating until there was not a sing...

“Are you sure we should be eating this much mochi? I thought we were like supposed to leave some for Allocer?” Michel questioned, adjusting his bag as his impup Diamond tried to get closer to sniff the mochi. Cero scoffed, picking up a matcha moon mochi and taking a big bite of the confection, “If we were going to leave some for Allocer, we’d have to make it. Besides my newest sugar daddy got me a ton of these mochis, it’s not like I can eat them all by myself. Michel ...

As the New Year’s celebrations erupted all over the burrows and the familiar shouts of happy buns filled her ears, Spice couldn’t help but look forward to the upcoming year. She could already picture the imp cafe having better sales and if she was lucky, Sugar would let her contribute to the menu more often. She had so many ideas for new coffee flavors and maybe some new desserts that Sugar could try his hand at making. Besides as much as he complains, she knew her boss appreciated her in...

With the loud thump of a wood hammer swung over shoulder, Sugar watched with a practiced eye as Dan continued to make mochi. The other bun was clearly trained, making this whole process look effortless, but only a fool would mistake this craft as easy. Sugar still remembered his frustrations with the sticky dangos and while he had made some that verged on perfect, he still felt he was not any closer to Dan’s own ability. It had even taken some time, after their first lesson, for Dan ...

Beyond a glass door, into a small wintery wonderland, Michel and Cero stood together in a large snow globe. It was a handcrafted display for taking photos or enjoying the wonders of winter. They were there for all of a minute, before the complaints started. Michel shivered hard, his entire body shaking. “Ew! They didn’t tell us it would actually be cold! Cero pouted, instantly cuddling up to his best friend’s side. “Seriously, why does it have to be so cold in a f...

With the cold chill of a winter’s wind and the soft snow beneath her feet, Spice readied herself to search for the mysterious and rare cervidae imp, a freign. She was dressed in a puffy winter coat, the material bright pink and covered with printed patterns of different cake varieties, and a pair of white heeled snow boots. Among her feet, her imps sat patiently as she adjusted her outfit. Spice had made sure to dress her imps just as warmly as she was for the winter. Her eros...

Under a dizzying brightness and sometimes odd sinking into his fur, Michel struggled to get up onto his feet. It took him a few moments of breathing unsteadily, before he forced himself to stand. He regretted it the moment he opened his eyes. His heart rate quickened as he looked at the landscape around him, it was like nothing he had ever seen. The grass beneath him was growing out of what appeared to be clouds, the unnatural softness making his stomach twist as he stumbled....

With a frustrated curse under her breath and quickly narrowing eyes, Jackal gripped the lock-pick tool in her hand tightly. She spoke harshly in a low whisper. “Are you two going to help me or not?” Michel looked up from where he was inspecting his nails. “And ruin my manicure?” He rolled his eyes, “Honestly Jackal, how do you do anything when you ask questions like that.” Jackal’s jaw tightened as she turned her attention to Cero. He stared blankly at her, ...

Surrounded by the fragrant smell of aged paper, two buns held a heavy book between their laps. It was covered in whimsical pictures of birds or rather the imaginations of an author that had never seen a true bird. The birds had long legs and raptor like bodies, their wings ending in claw-like fingers. Strange teeth like protrusions spouted from their beaks, leading up to burning red eyes. Michel frowned, his lip curling, “Ugh they’re so ugly. Like mixing patterns ugly.” Ce...

On a warm concrete sidewalk, nestled in between the hustle and bustle of the city, two buns stood next to each other. Whispering softly as a small group of imps waited at their feet. Spice adjusted her jacket, looking a bit meek as she smiled, “Are you sure I’m the right person to help Hutch? I’ve only ever found some of my imps, I never had to chase any of them down.” Hutch nodded their head, giving Spice a reassuring look. “You have the right personality for this, Sp...

There was a soft scent of something baking behind the doors of Pedigree Pets, carrying a sweetness that had both buns and imps turning their heads in favor of where it was coming from. Even standing beside Quince in her kitchen, Spice was still enthralled by that tempting aroma of baking imp treats. She thought it was a bit silly after all, these were treats for the imps, but looking at the delightful shapes of treats cooling from an early batch, she had half a mind to try one. She wou...

Nestled nearly between two buildings, a small grocery store waited beneath with its small door hanging open. Michel wasn’t usually the type to go to grocery stores himself, preferring to pay another bun to do his grocery shopping for him, but sometimes he liked to shake things up and by that he meant his publicist was forcing him to. Unfortunately that meant his best friend had to shake things up with him and just like him, Cero didn’t like doing to places like this either. ...