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[slyvulpine]

There was a soft sigh on Judy's lips as her arms found their way around Nick's torso, pulling him into a tight hug.

The fox smiled warmly, returning the hug by wrapping one arm around Judy’s shoulder and the other lying over her head, his paw placed between her ears as he gently stroked a small patch behind one of them.

He let out a long sigh of contentment as he embraced the bunny, as if he’d not hugged her in a long, long while. He took in her earthy scent, with a hint of lavender and fresh linen. He simpered even more, and opened his eyes to look down at his bunny.

“Hey, Carrots.”

[seleniahanabira]

Lau r AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEON

[purelikethemoon-blog]

🎁 [for Igls] Wow! Look at that, it's a brush... Filled with Igls's hair. And a note saying "Stop using my goddamn brush. Please."

🎁What’s the absolute worst present you can give my muse?🎁

She stares at the brush, before picking it up and proceeding to use it again. She was older, she did what she wanted.

[whitesilverandmercury]

Love your work! Hope you’re well!

THANKS I JUST FOUND THis in my inbox hahahaha look at me go. i'm doing well, thank you. very well. and thank you for the love, hearing from readers really really really means a lot and keeps me writing.

[purelikethemoon-blog]

🎁 [To Olive] A box full of familiar-looking feathers.

🎁What’s the absolute worst present you can give my muse?🎁

“...Lord Fumus have mercy.”

She’s shook.

[purelikethemoon-blog]

🎁 [To Rosaliya] A bushel of blue roses

🎁What’s the absolute worst present you can give my muse?🎁

“...”

She wastes no time at all forcing them to wilt; a sign that she was NOT in a good mood after getting this gift.

[purelikethemoon-blog]

🎁 [For Igls] Wow! That's a huuuuuuuuge stack of paperwork!

🎁What’s the absolute worst present you can give my muse?🎁

She stares, before turning to stare out the window. 

“... A head angel’s work is never done, it seems...”

[purelikethemoon-blog]

[sonnenschein-summit] Somehow, it seems that a bouquet of marigolds had somehow made their way onto Igls' bedside, sitting neatly in a glass vase. Had they been delivered late, or had the angel simply been too busy to notice them before?

She perked up, feathers standing a bit as she noticed the vase. It wasn’t hard for her to figure out where they’d come from. She really needed to give him the gift she’d picked out... 

“Thank you, Lord Siralos...!”