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Quince wasn’t used to feeling this anxious, ever really, but especially not when it came to her baked goods. She’s a professional, for goodness sake, and a talented one to boot. These feelings felt as though they were a chip in the boisterous, proud armor she wore every day. The doubt had seeped in so much so, that even as she stood over her stove and double boiler, melting down chocolate, she has considered just going to a chocolatier and simply buying an array of sweets instead. Sure, t...

"Hops, are you sure this is a good idea?" Edie was a bit more slumped over the bar than she normally would be, slowly stirring the ice cubes in her empty glass. Matentines was in full swing and Edie thus far had found herself partnerless, which was not for lack of interest! Many of her fans had sent flowers and gifts, but for some reason, none had piqued her interest. Despite her best efforts, she hadn't been able to get in the spirit of Matentines this year, even if her body was telling ever...

It was more and more often lately, that Edie had been finding herself wandering back to the Church of Sulfur. She had never been particularly faithful, per se, but there is something about the other succubuns that devote themselves to the demons of Burrowgatory, that Edie finds fascinating. This concept of devotion, the ever burning flame in their hearts, fidelity a red hot iron, unquenchable by temptation. She desired it, maybe not exactly the same, but there was something captivating about ...