Nothing special here, move along, nothing to see, just ignore the lump under the sheet and the red stuff...
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.”
Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.
I'm a mysterious man with a large Viewer list, despite being very self critical of my work. Looking to write professionally someday.
A thirtysomething Brony from Pennsylvania with a library degree. I also have a Patreon.
Also known as "TtheWriter" on youtube, if you're into Dungeons and Dragons stuff. :3
A fan-fiction author and game programmer that lives in Glendale, CA.
Stories about ponies are stories about people.
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.