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by certifiabletrash | | Description: What do you mean it's a cheap trick to break the fourth wall? Also by meowbey
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The NT's Best Secret -- Until Today!
by certifiabletrash | | Description: Country music and Aishas -- 100% guaranteed to tip the scale in your favor! Also by minnesotan |
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A Good Run for the Money
by certifiabletrash | | Description: The hand doesn't give, but it does take. Also by cloudypoogle |
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Current Weather
by certifiabletrash | | Description: A hairy situation. Also by blonde_and_lovin_it2 |
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 Never Again, Spiced Apple Pie: Part One
Grundo’s Café was as busy as ever. The canteen on the recreation deck of the Virtupets Space Station held a myriad of Neopets unwrapping their rehydrated Chicken Dumplings and carefully nibbling their Electric Nachos. Wall-mounted screens showed the latest in news and entertainment from around the galaxy, including an interview with some Alien Aisha musicians and the latest strike on Sloth’s forces on some far-flung world.
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 Heavy Metal
A Mote. A particle, or speck of dust. A tiny, inconsequential amount of something, usually pictured floating off to nowhere. A little bit of somethingness to punctuate the nothingness. This might be what always made me uneasy, when I thought of motes - that emphasis of space. At least, I think it was; before that day, when I started thinking something else.
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 He'd Have To Wait
The foliage was springy underpaw as Lopez stepped through the jungle, a camera strung around his neck. After a pawstep, the leaves would jump right back up to where they had been a second before. As the Kougra walked on, the sun grew fainter and fainter, the surroundings growing dark. Bright green plants changed into dark bushes as he walked on.
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 Sir Tormund Ellis: A Documentary: Part Two
I trained officially with my sword before him, and I got sent into those disgusting sewers before him, and I woke up at the crack of dawn before him, and I think I might have even been Master Torak's favourite before him — I swear. But, you know, the day he came in, there was this... aura around him, like he was constantly surrounded by light motes.
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