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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.”

Writer, blogger, saucy chat mom, occasional bitch. Hablo español. She/her/ella.

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

Stories about: Feelings too complicated to describe, ponies

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I am an aspiring writer, romance enthusiast, and a horrible over emotional mess. If you're here I hope you like homosexual stallions. If you enjoy my work and want to support me I have a Ko-Fi!

If I ever get good at Rocket League, I'll change my name to Terra Score-a.