Just wanting to give you guys awesome stories faithful to the original show! : 3

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.

Ceci n'est pas un cheval.

It's fanfiction all the way down.

Hello everyone! Call me Belial. I'm a mostly horror writer, but I also write a lot of tragedy, romance, and comedy. I know how to start a story, bu i am horrible at finishing one.

Writer of fics large and small

Everytime you hit the like button on a story, Lumina smiles.

I am not a native English writer. I am from Czech Republic so I am writing mainly in Czech, but Iam doing my best to translate those stories into English. So be kind to me.

I still exist somewhere out there, drawing, writing, dreaming, under the same name as always. Farewell you kind souls. If anyone cares enough you'll find me on AO3 and tumblr etc links in profile

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.”

Valar morghulis.

Complete AppleDash fanatic!

Just a writer who lives in a small apartment in New York City.

For Love and Justice.

If there is anything the nonconformist hates worse than a conformist, it's another nonconformist who doesn't conform to the prevailing standard of nonconformity.

I specialize in shipping, but I suck at it.

Be sure to leave me a comment if you enjoyed something I did. I live for them. Like what I do? Consider becoming a Patron!

Reads at the speed of lightning. Writes at the speed of molasses.

Help a good cause and donate to the Schizophrenia and Related Disorders Alliance of America today!

Just so we're all clear, I'm putting on my glasses

No, I'm not your mommy. Stop asking.

I'm an experienced writer and editor who happens to like ponies.

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

This is my contribution to all the witty and unique descriptions that everyone aside from me seemingly has on this damned site. You're welcome.

Only mostly dead.

D. G. D. is a science fiction writer and archaeologist. He blogs on occasion at www.deusexmagicalgirl.com.

Now officially ded and Lurking indefiniTely

Nothing special here, move along, nothing to see, just ignore the lump under the sheet and the red stuff...

BACK FROM THE DEAD!

Writes unusual horse words. Sometimes.

I write like once a year.

I am a guy, and that's about all there is to me.

The sexiest man you've ever met.

My Linktr.ee

I just hope to entertain people with my fancy horse words. I always appreciate criticism.