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The night was long. Mochi Moon had a unique way of making the night feel drawn out without it ever dragging. So much fun fit into a singular night, it simply had to be longer than the average night. After eating mochi, drinking, and partying for so long, any bun would be prone to a deep sleep. Most buns were, in fact. A great night for those in need of catching up with sleep. This Mochi Moon was no different for Flor. Outside fireworks lit the upper caverns, whistling and thun...

The plan was very simple. They’d go shopping so that everyone was prepared for their Mochi Moon celebrations, and make it a quick venture to beat out the crowds. Of course, Flor should have known they were never going to be able to make it a quick trip. They never could, even on their own. They were always too easily distracted, too easily enamored by everything around them, and with the shops all vying for attention... Flor never stood a chance. With a small group of other buns, Flo...

Dove hummed to themself as they buzzed about the little apartment, tidying the little things as they waited for their tea to steep. Their ears perked when the sound of confident footsteps grew near. Quickly and eagerly, they faced the door. Jackal had said she was bringing back a fun surprise - very effectively piquing Dove’s curiosity. Burrowgatory was so full of intrigue, the surprise could be anything.Without any reverence for the anticipation of the moment, Jackal opened the door ...

Even with the succubuns' eyes screwed tightly shut, the world is far too bright. Disconcertingly bright. It's tempting to claim that the agonizing light is the source of the bone-deep illness that creeps beneath their skin, like a migraine that's become existential, but instinct insists otherwise. It's something more than that, something that borders on the unknowable. Ione eventually dares to open an eye. Largely to assess their situation, but also to check on their friends. Though so...

As the cold settled into Burrowgatory, so did a sense of urgency in Hutch. Winter brought about a window of limited opportunity. Sure, it was the only season freign had been found in the wild at all, but that didn’t speak much to their availability even in the frosty season. Beyond being elusive, they were also difficult to tame. I might want to catch more than one, Hutch realized as they pulled on a coat. They’d had imps - especially freign - escape on them before. May as...

Her ears were tense with apprehension. Twitching ever so slightly in different directions as if trying to pinpoint Mercy’s location. As if Mercy was likely to be in the area to begin with? It wasn’t fully conscious on Jackal’s part, though - after all, she was was putting most of her attention into picking the lock. It was the whole reason she felt she had to be alert in the first place. To make sure Mercy didn’t catch her breaking into their office! The cold floor aga...

She’d do it for Misty. She had long since decided that - if you considered just the previous night a long made decision. Either way, Jackal was determined to trudge through these books. For their sake. Having a noble cause didn’t make it much easier, though. The floral way the Church of Sulfur had chosen to record some of these “birds” was a pain. What was wrong with just saying what they meant? Why did everything have to be compared to like, five other things? As if eac...

Familiar and repetitive smacks filled the air. A dedicated sound that spoke to intensity for some, but for Shibani it was simply a comforting reminder of the best napping spot in all of Burrowgatory. Sunken into his pile of pillows, he savored the plush feeling beneath him. Soft with plenty of squish, enough space to roll into a cool patch or develop a comfortable warmth depending on his mood. A pillow pile was undoubtedly one of his favorite places to be. He could have a pillow pile j...

Baking and mixology were clearly two different beasts. Hops knew this. Still, that didn’t have to mean they never overlapped - right? No, not in Hops’s opinion. As far as she was concerned, a little bit of alcohol could improve just about anything. She was further solidified in this opinion while talking to a customer who was drinking rum. “This one’d make a good pecan pie,” the doll had mused as they recovered from their shot. Hops tilted her head as s...

After a long day of designing and sewing, Peter had deemed it appropriate to take a break for a nap. From his window, the view of warm-toned leaves dancing on the wind enticed him outdoors. The pile of leaves that had amassed outside looked... comfortable. Though he knew that leaves weren’t anything like a comfortable bed or couch, he was tempted all the same. Who was he to deny temptation after having worked so hard? Everything was considerably bigger in bun form, and in this...

She didn’t know why she was in this situation. Well, she did - but she didn’t like it. Eyes narrowed with her disapproval, her gaze flit over to the nervous looking pride-horned doll before her. Hutch. They fumbled with their round glasses, readjusting them for the millionth time since she’d been there, and Jackal didn’t even bother hiding the roll of her eyes. She wasn’t there for the spoiled, she reminded herself, she was there for one of her envy-horned littermate...