[center]Bye guys[/center]

Let the child inside alive. Leave all who would slay them far behind.

My friends call me Spectra! Everyone else says "Ah, how did this horse get in here!?"

space is a waste

dude i'm so good at nfts they used to call me "the blockchain ballerina"

Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.

Pinkie Pie is best pony. (Though all my fics are about Spike and Rarity.)

Stories about ponies are stories about people.

Dead as a doornail since 2014

I am the one and only Trixie Lulamoon, all others are wanna-be posers.

BACK FROM THE DEAD!

okay now kiss!

This account is no longer in use. I'm leaving it up so people can read my stuff. If you need to contact me, send an email to dawnfade@gmail.com

Just another writer on the internet, trying to make good times happen.

Patreon | Ko-fi are available for subscriptions/donations! Helping pay my bills helps me write more!

Why do I write? Because I can't draw! I write mainly as an outlet, and don't take it too seriously. If you like what I write, awesome! If not, that's cool too.

A groovy mystery, gang.

I am an owl driving a surprisingly sophisticated human robot.

A fan-fiction author and game programmer that lives in Glendale, CA.

I am the Storm Scribe. Let my words thunder across all creation! Let my imagination rain down and bring life to new worlds and adventures. Above all else, may you enjoy what meager gifts I bring...

An off-again-on-again writer and father of a pony-fan. Incessant poking will make me write more/faster, by the way. (That's not sarcasm—I need reminders to write.)

My name was Razorbeam, and I am retired. (From Fanfiction)