(Previously RuneSpell) I write a lot of depressing stuff. Be warned.
Necessity is the mother of my motivation. Don't ask who the father is.
Who am I? Does it really matter? Probably not. Just sit back and enjoy stories drawn from the eldritch depths of a disturbed mind with a love for pastel colored ponies.
This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions twists all our arms collectively. But, if sweetness can win, and it can, then I'll still be here tomorrow to high-five you yesterday.
Humanity has spent thousands of years perfecting the indoors, so why would we want to go outside?
Just a teenager trying her best to write... Update 2020: Living is hard and I am sad :(
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May the Sun illuminate your path and the Moon guard your dreams. Let the Love grow strong and the Magic roam free.
Not much good at writing. (That sentence looks wrong...) But I keep trying, on the off chance that I might get it right someday. Today is not that day.
Fan of My Little Pony, fan of They Might Be Giants, and brand new PhD!
Ph.D. in procrastination and occasional writer of pony stories.
I am a galactic singularity in the vast, infinite, and ever-shifting cosmic stage that is the multiverse. I also like tiny cartoon equines, so there's that.
In the world. Drunk as a sailor on a good day, but in the world
There are some who say that no true story never ends. There are others who say that there is only one true story and that we are all a part of it.
A Midwest brony who enjoys writing about adorkable unicorns and alien invasions. Come join me for XCOM 2 livestreams!
Don't read my stuff if you have a weak stomach or are easily bothered by traumatic genitalia damage. That's seriously all I've got in here!
Hello. I read. A lot. And, if the stars are right and the planets converge, I might actually finish and publish a story sometime this decade.
Sven is happy. Sven is a unicorn. Sven is a happy unicorn.
I have stood at centre and seen what lies within. Danced in moonless night while stars have sung. Blessed to remember yet cursed never to forget. Come dance with me. Come dance.
Behold, the coming oblivion. 'Twas the end of our era, and the beginning of our great work. -Emet Selch
I BELIEVE I CAN FLY!!!! TURNS OUT I WA WRONG!!! *splat*