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Wish Upon A Doughnutfruit

doe.

by liezelotte8
Dozens: Yummy Yummy in My Tummy!

In which the Candy MP is born!

by mandy_wong
Trouble in Paradise: Wraiths

The benefits definitely outweigh the consequences here.

by chasing_stars44
Randome Oddness: Magic & Curses

Mwuahahahaha

by mistyqee
NeoPaper: Cursed Sneezles

Magic makes it a tad more fun, right?

by mbredboy31
Spyders Can't Fly

Poof

by shoyru_lover713
I don't have neopoints

how about magical mortogs?

Collab with tonyrichard

by dinha_reeves

Countdown to...

coming soon to neopia near you...

by welikedots
Just mutant things vol. 6

Beware of witches who use Sloth's recipes.

by jacquelineramrez
The Magical Misadventures of Super Attack Pea

Looks like it's beyond The Point of No Return now.

Collab with _aragorn_

by joslucca3000

Hexed

Petpets can't actually curse their owners... Right...?

by bobtehcat1
Darkest Corner: Levitate!~

............l

by dark_elfa
 
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"Paranoia" by likelife96
Note: This is a follow-up to the series Duplicity published from issues 710-721. You do not need to have read it to understand the story, but it does help to make more sense as to what's going on. Danner leaned on his desk and rubbed his temples, hoping to coax his blasting headache away. A tiny trail of steam from a piping hot cup of tea wafted slowly toward his head, imparting a most metallic and bitter scent. He did not particularly enjoy tea, let alone this mauled abomination that the castle's potion-master had brewed for him, but it did work for its intended purpose, presumably. And without it, he could not quite focus on a single thing, not even his pain, which, of course, was little more than a sensation. Sensations existed purely inside of his head, and well, you could never trust your own perceptions. They were little more than a flawed imitation of reality, pieces of an otherwise-crumbling mosaic, a tiny sliver of light shining through a cave. Everybody knew this to be technically true. They moved on with their lives as usual, brushing off this miniscule doubt, accepting that an imperfect model was still an adequate representation of the world. Not Danner. He couldn't stop thinking about this point at all.




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Paranoia
Danner leaned on his desk and rubbed his temples, hoping to coax his blasting headache away. A tiny trail of steam from a piping hot cup of tea wafted slowly toward his head, imparting a most metallic and bitter scent. He did not particularly enjoy tea, let alone this mauled abomination that the castle's potion-master had brewed for him, but it did work for its intended purpose, presumably.

by likelife96

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The Neovian Fortune Teller
Although Rascan knew the way, he always felt lost in the Haunted Woods....

by k3l26

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Life After the Curse
This article first appeared in “The Faerieland Gazette.”

by black_skull725

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Cursed Items for Every Budget!
Looking to extract revenge on that Usul who trounced yours in the Beauty Contest? Did your arch-rival sneak off with the latest restock from Kauvara? Have you been considering revenge for seemingly endless months, waiting for the right method to present itself? Well, I’m pleased to inform you that there are a variety of cursed items available to fit every Neopian’s budget!

by alissiee

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King Altador's Substitute:Part Four
Eventually, Queen Nera managed to fix everything. The small yooyu island had been fully repaired, the Hall of Heroes ceiling was fixed, the altachucks had been found and returned to their cages, and everything seemed to be in order, finally.

by trishabeakens

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The Curse of the Impatient Seamstress
Justine smiled brightly as she surveyed her sewing room. It was immaculate. Not only was it immaculate, but it was filled with only the finest equipment and materials available. She shrugged the bag on her shoulder off and sat it down on her table next to her sewing machine. She pulled out the pattern she had just bought and sat it down on the table. She had promised herself that she would finish this dress before morning, and she wasn’t ready to break her promise to herself.

by rocksysmom



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