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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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Walein Away
by certifiabletrash | | Description: So, when you said I was going down...
Also by minnesotan and cloudypoogle |
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Will You Be My Valentine?
by certifiabletrash | | Description: Valentine, your heart is as sweet as candy. Also by flyghing |
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Baelia's Burdens #1
by certifiabletrash | | Description: Why is the Grey Faerie so sad? Stay tuned to find out! Also by alexipharmic |
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Baelia's Burdens #2
by certifiabletrash | | Description: It might be time for a trip to the dentist… Also by alexipharmic |
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Baelia's Burdens #3
by certifiabletrash | | Description: Anyone would feel left out in her position. Also by alexipharmic |
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Baelia's Burdens #4
by certifiabletrash | | Description: I'm sure Baelia didn't find this too hue-morous. Also by alexipharmic |
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 The Road to Brightvale
I held my right front hoof over the piece of paper on the table in front of me, then brought it down hard. When I pulled my hoof away, there was a glowing golden hoofprint there. “OK,” I began, looking at the Shoyru across the table from me, “My hoofprint on the contract means that all terms are fulfilled and payment has been handed over. The contract is now closed and cannot be reopened. No further changes can be made, no details can be added or removed, no debates or arguments will hold merit. Are we clear?”
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 A Game of Faerie Chess
Fyora, in the head seat at the long table, sat back against the chair. Light from the outside poured in through the atrium windows of the chamber, bathing her council in a warm yellow glow. Twelve faeries—two of each kind—were in attendance. It seemed every few years this topic arose. Every time new council members were brought in, new arguments for and against Illusen came up. As usual, Fyora remained silent and listened to her trusted advisors give their opinions—valid they all were.
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