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Jet chews his lower lip as he checks his phone for what feels like the twentieth time in the last few minutes, wishing for a cigarette. He has some, but is holding off while he waits for his date to show. Most buns he knows don’t care, but smoking is a turn-off for some. He’d done Satin’s matchmaking questionnaire half as a joke, but since he’s here, he doesn’t want to make a bad first impression. The noise ...

“Mina,” a voice hissed. Mina was vaguely aware of the voice, but she was sooo comfortable. Her ears, draped over her, made a soft makeshift blanket, and she half-consciously tucked them closer around herself. The soft murmur of TV noise penetrated her sleepy consciousness in the wake of the voice, but she felt too warm and heavy to respond until it spoke a second time, wheedling. ...

“Okay,” Harley said, focusing the camera on Yuri and the table in front of them. “I’m going to count down from three, and then I’ll start recording. Ready?” “Ready!” Yuri confirmed. “Alrighty, three… two… one… hit it!” “Hi there!” Yuri chirped to the camera, giving it a wave and a warm smile. “My n...

“I think I’ve figured it out,” Beanny announced as she exited the cafe, dusting her hands on her apron. She had been bustling in and out of the doorway all evening, fetching furniture and refreshments and checking on the snacks that were still baking, while Morgaine had been put in charge of arranging all the things that she brought out on the brick walkway in front of the cafe. Pitchers of hot chocolate and coffee sat next to rows of cups that invited pas...

It took a while, but Silvanus finally psyched himself up to visit the Church of Sulfur. The main church building was lovely, with a warm brick exterior and tall stained-glass windows that glimmered in the afternoon light. A courtyard with a well-groomed garden welcomed approaching guests; right now, though, buns were streaming out the wooden double doors into the afternoon, chatting as they went. Silvanus stepped aside to let the crowd pass him, taking in the sn...

“Can I help you find something?” A gruff voice snapped Silvanus out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see a stern-looking bun with curling horns regarding him. The titular Dan of Dan’s Dango, he presumed. He straightened up from the seasonal mochi display that he had been perusing and cleared his throat a little awkwardly. “I, uh, was just browsing.” Well, that was obvious, wasn’t it? “I’ve never ce...

The Burrowgatory Hill Hospital wasn’t a place you expected - or at least, not a place you wanted - to be popping off at all hours of the night. Usually, when a hospital was crowded to capacity, that would signify that something very, very bad was going down. Ever since vampires had decided to come out of the woodwork as real, though, the hospital’s blood bank was apparently ...

Burrowgatory was a sprawling, bustling cityscape that seemed to grow every year. Shops and houses sprang up almost overnight, but as the city expanded ever outward, there were buildings that fell by the wayside. Abandoned out of necessity, or just because the owners found a newer, cushier place to go, the empty buildings still stood, gradually crumbling and becoming a home to nothing more than imps and dust. “See?�...

Lian stirred, then started awake as they inhaled a bit of fluff. Sitting up and wheezing a bit, they looked blearily around, momentarily disoriented until Siobhan’s living room came back into focus. They smacked their lips a few times to clear the taste of fuzz from their tongue, realizing that they’d probably gotten a mouthful of Siobhan’s fur with their face pressed against his shoulder when they dozed off. A ...

Silvanus had taken care to select a thick, fleecy blanket to combat the chilly air and the coolness of the ground for today. He spread it carefully on the grass, smoothing it down so that none of the crinkly, browning plant material poked through, ensuring a comfortable place to sit. Once the blanket was in place, he laid out a selection of wrapped sandwiches and a container of fruit salad, arranging them in the center and then taking a seat on one side to wait ...

Silvanus had never been very good at carrying a tune, so he didn’t quite hum to himself as he laid out sprigs of freshly-cut holly, small pine branches, and other assorted decorations on a table. He did make vaguely musical noises to fill the silence though, and that was just as good to him. He and his pets were going to be the only ones to hear it, and his pets didn’t judge, as far as he could tell. A fire crackled merrily in the fireplace, and a few lit ca...

Mina pulled the oversized sweater over her head, struggling a bit to pull her ears all the way through the collar and sighing with relief when they were finally free. She wriggled her arms all . the way down through the sleeves until she could bunch them up enough to free her hooves. Once she’d finally gotten it adjusted to the point that she could actually move about without being completely swallowed by the knit fabric, she gave herself a long look in her be...

As Cherubmas slowly but surely took over Burrowgatory, blanketing everything in white and gold decorations just like the snow began to blanket the ground, even the Church of Sulfur got in on the festivities. The priests, nuns, and acolytes hardly ever turned down a good party, regardless of the occasion - and everyone still needed a little something to ease their minds after recent events, what with the vampires and Oleander being dead and then not-dead, and all...