You've got the heart of a phoenix! Profile Art by Bevin Brand. Writing: The Ex Files.

Just a gal writing about gals bein pals

Love is a verb, not a noun.

Quoth the raven: "CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW" (Patreon)

Ph.D. in procrastination and occasional writer of pony stories.

No minute is Best Minute

How could you do this? And on Jueves?!

Ceci n'est pas un cheval.

It's fanfiction all the way down.

If you happen to cry, I will be there. If you happen to smile, will you do the same for me?

You'll find, my friend, that in the gutters of this floating world, much of the trash consists of fallen flowers.

Somedays, I sit, looking at the stars. I muse and wonder. I meditate and reflect. And I find the miracle in a new day of life. Especially since I swallowed so much glass the day before.

"Burninating the countryside... burninating the peasants... burninating all the peoples... and their thatched-roof COTTAGES! THATCHED-ROOF COTTAGES!! And the Trogdor comes in the NIIIIGHT!!!"

Being against evil doesn't make you good.

Fandom veteran, journalist, sixteen-time EqD published author. I hope you have a lovely day! Come visit my official website at www.williamantonelli.com

A guy. A guy who writes stories. Stories about ponies. (And sometimes robots).

with direct eyes, to death's other kingdom

Hey! I have a podcast about Gundams and stuff!

Yo

Dubs Rewatcher once described me as "an intense literary analyst". I describe me as "a room of monkeys with typewriters."

Not a changeling.

Twilight floated a second fritter up to her mouth when she realized the first was gone. “What is in these things?” “Mostly love. Love ‘n about three sticks of butter.”

A Midwest brony who enjoys writing about adorkable unicorns and alien invasions. Come join me for XCOM 2 livestreams!

Author and dramatic reader from YouTube. All your pony are belong to us.

Stories about ponies are stories about people.

I am No One

I also draw pretty pictures :3

time is a crime

"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."

space is a waste