Nothing says I miss you quite like war poetry carved in your door with a stanley knife.
Engineer, Brony, Author. Not necessarily in that order.
Writing graduate who loves cartoon horses and all manner of silly things. Occasionally writes serious stories. A divine Swedish woman drew this avatar.
Fledgling phoenix. (Avatar by asuraludu on DeviantArt)
Author & Editor; Chief Apprentice in Loyal's House of Fanfic; Lt. in the Army of Biscuit; Does Bad Things for Bad Horse; Runs a Nightclub on Holodeck 2.
You'll find, my friend, that in the gutters of this floating world, much of the trash consists of fallen flowers.
We’ve got dents and we’ve got quirks, but it’s our flaws that make us work.
Merc's fic guide: by Bookplayer: Is there kicking and/or punching? [Yes/No] Have you considered adding kicking and/or punching? [Yes/No] Have you considered adding more kicking and/or punching?
Dubs Rewatcher once described me as "an intense literary analyst". I describe me as "a room of monkeys with typewriters."
I post reviews with astounding irregularity, and a story once in a blue moon. Message me if you need some prereading or the like.
dude i'm so good at nfts they used to call me "the blockchain ballerina"
The pony processing organ in my head still has some foreign non-pony contaminants.
I've been writing and selling stories for longer than a lot of folks reading this have been alive. Check Baal Bunny for more!
Fanfiction masochist. :B She/they https://ko-fi.com/presentperfect
Stories about ponies are stories about people.
TD writes and reviews pony fanfiction, and has a serious RariJack addiction. Send help and/or ponies.
Applejack will always love you 'cos that's jes' how she is, sugarcube <3
Genuinely wishing I had more time and motivation to write. Sometimes you'll get lucky. Mostly you'll be disappointed.
One of these days we'll form a union, and get the fair and equitable treatment we deserve. Then we'll go too far, and become corrupt and shiftless, and the Japonies will eat us alive.
And so, in your despair, you come, at last, to me...
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.”
I'm an irritating fangirl who also writes. A lot of my stuff is sad. I am sometimes overly sex-positive, so if you are sex-negative, I might have called you an elitist taint jockey. Sorry about that.
Just an old school hybrid spaceship/pony writing some stories.