I travel space and time, searching for perfection, for safety, and for purpose. I may never find it, and I may get lost, but the important part is the journey, not the destination. Enjoy it or remiss.
I am an average everyday brony. I like to let my creative juices flow and create things. I'm always striving to improve, so I hope you enjoy my stories.
Aka Dr Massey, Paradox, Tiff the Cliff, Cannon Ninja. Rule Britannia!
she/her they/them, reader more than writer these days.
Tender is the night for a broken heart, who will dry your eyes when it falls apart?
This account is essentially dead. Apologies if you were expecting conclusions. Stories are deleted. I needed to move on.
Excited to finally have a FIMfiction account! Will post my stuff here now.
Having fun by taking silly cartoon ponies way too seriously.
Out at sea, rockin' steam dreams and pilot valves... Deuces.
Sorry to say that I'm going to be doing nothing more than reading when and if I'm ever on here. See the blog on my user page for slightly more info. Arrivederci..
I don't really wanna drive home... but as soon as I arrive home, I've moved on... Somethings in life are too simple...
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.”
"Tim, you're just so nice nobody could hate you. We all are secretly in love with you." ~bats
Father of twin 8yo boys, partner of Arcelia, and so glad to remain here.
Not really big on fanfic writing, but when I'm in the mood I'll jot something down from time to time. I'd much rather frequent sites like YouTube, DeviantArt, and Facebook
My friends call me Spectra! Everyone else says "Ah, how did this horse get in here!?"
Frission: The Happiness ponymon. Frission takes 2x damage from Feels-Type attacks. Special Ability: Yayifications! — Like and Follow buffs can increase EVs above normal maximums.
Problems for which friendship cannot be the solution do not belong in Equestria.
"Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be."– Clementine Paddleford
Proof that I'm not dead. I was just in a slumber, waiting for reason to rise again. I might have found that reason.
All the world is indeed a stage, and we are merely players, performers, and portrayers; each anothers audience outside the gilded cage.
I am but a humble weaver of words hoping to expand the loom of understanding. What are we but strings in a greater fabric?