Don't bother following me. I'm just your regular reader. I won't post any stories. Unless I do. But most likely I won't.
"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."
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.
I write about small pastel-colored ponies and do bad things to them. Ask me about anything, I love talking about my stories even more than writing them.
A crazy winter lover who likes to write, blog, and cartograph about the fun and inconsequential.
Pinkie Pie is best pony. (Though all my fics are about Spike and Rarity.)
I write lots and lots of horse words; everything from comedy to drama. If you like what I write, please support me on Patreon.
Crushric, n. — A narcissistic masochist, a Southern gentleman, and snarky smartass. If you're looking for someone to disappoint you, he won't disappoint you.
I am a thousand tiny ponies operating a mobile human suit for giggles.
Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.