Just a mediocre writer and yuri fanatic. Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/yuri_fanatic

Long time lurker, eternal critic. Mostly harmless.

A.K.A.: 8th-Sin "Unrelenting, both in texture and in fortitude."

A rank amateur taking orders from a senile old mare

You can read all of my stories, in their original greentext format, on my Pastebin here: http://pastebin.com/u/Frostybox

I come from the land of the green and unknown, from tenth page drop, where the horse words flow.

I...I am a monument to all your sins...

I am a rockstar!

Just a harmless little bug in the code. An unexpected feature. A bit of entropy. I’m sure they’ll patch me soon enough.

Just a simple fan of MLP trying to enjoy the works of others and making some of my own.

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!

Stories about ponies are stories about people.

I tried so far… and got so hard… but in the end, it didn't even matter at all. (Direct Support)

Dedicated to hand-made quality reminiscent of old-world charm. Specialization in anatomically correct fillies/mares having fun with human males. Thank you for reading and commenting.

Too much to write; too little time

I wrote hoers (Ko-Fi/Patreon)

Remember kids, eat your veggies, go to school, and murder all your enemies.... I murder all my enemies....

time is a crime

Guess whose back?!

Convicted Bibliophile (Buy me a coffee, will 'ya? https://ko-fi.com/flint_lock)

Writer. Editor. Reader. Reviewer. Gamer. Armchair mafia kingpin. Trans-dimensional yodeler. Cthulhu's unplanned 667th son. Grand High Muckymuck of the Mystic Order of the Defanged Gerbil.

I am the Storm Scribe. Let my words thunder across all creation! Let my imagination rain down and bring life to new worlds and adventures. Above all else, may you enjoy what meager gifts I bring...

Are you ready, kids? Also a thingy so my pizza funds don't run out anytime soon.

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.

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.

This account is no longer in use. I'm leaving it up so people can read my stuff. If you need to contact me, send an email to dawnfade@gmail.com