Just someone who likes to help others!
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.
I didn't choose the skux life, the skux life chose me. (Can also be found at luckydreamsart.tumblr.com!)
Super Speedy Cider Con's Official FanFic Profile for the backstories of our mascots- Warm Welcome, Bramley, and Secret Ingredient our adopted changeling. Thanks for reading, hope to see you at the con
Fan of Twilight Sparkle, Slice of Life, Adventure, and OP Ponies!
'It doesn't make any difference what you do in the bedroom as long as you don't do it in the street and frighten the horses.' - George Bernard Shaw
Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.
If I ever get good at Rocket League, I'll change my name to Terra Score-a.
"I'm not afraid of dying. I just don't want to be there when it happens." —Woody Allen
I proved my namesake in a duel of honour. The crayon never stood a chance.
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I come from the land of the green and unknown, from tenth page drop, where the horse words flow.
I'm guy who sometimes writes fanfiction. I like bacon.
Just your average gaming geek/college student. I study computer science, play pathfinder, and write stories, and have a patreon!
I don't know what you're talking about, I've always looked like this.
I've been writing and selling stories for longer than a lot of folks reading this have been alive. Check Baal Bunny for more!
Technical Writer from the U.S.A.'s Deep South. Writes horsewords and reviews. New reviews posted every other Thursday! Writing Motto: "Go Big or Go Home!"
I'm am an autistic brony, looking to write fantasy and everyday life novels for my kind. I became a brony when I related well with applejack and twlight, and I love the show.
Just another University-edicated fanfiction writer who prefers the cheers and laughter of ponies to madness and sorrow.
"The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts." ~ Marcus Aurelius
She's looking at you. Yes you. And she is judging you with her eyes. There is no escape.
Heart of my own heart, how can I let you go? Love of my life, why go where I cannot follow? Why must you leave me behind, to live on without you? My love, my love, what am I going to do without you?