My mask protects me from gas and Internet gnomes. What's your mask?

Everyone Needs A Creeper, A Personal Space And Privacy Grim Reaper. Also Hail Minty p.s. I'll steal yo gurl, yo husbund, yo house, yo cids, yo dawg, and yo side bae

Too much to write; too little time

Dii faan los miraak diist dovahkiin zu'u lost haan wah hermaeus mora ko apocrypha nuz zu'u lost viik naal laat dovahkiin ahrk ruz krii naal hermaeus mora nuz nu i'm stin!

A French, cheese-eating alphaphala male in charge of writing stories. Don't troll because of allergies to BULLSHIT.

Just your regular, everyday stoner brony!

Are you a Rebel?

Hi, I'm Windburst. Fan of Twixie, Lyrabon and transformation fanfics. I can't keep an update schedule at all, and expect typo's in my stories, but if you can get past that, welcome aboard!

I'm The Sentient Cloud, a now-retired fanfiction writer from New Zealand. If you're looking at this, then you've probably already found your way to either "The Piano Man" or "Those Who Came Before".

RIP DarkWing's Writing. We Hardly Knew Ye.

Coffe a day, keeps the world around me grey.

Providing free helicopter rides demonstrates commitment bringing peace to man, one communist at a time.

I'm someone who is fascinated in writing, and I view it as an art of sorts. And because of this, I work to improve my overall style. I prefer formal above all else. And description, to me, is a must.