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When I die, I want Pop Goes the Weasel to play at my funeral. That way, as the assistant is winding the crank, the audience stares in horrified expectation at my casket!
My name is Honestblade (I'le use my oc's name). And I'm from the Netherlands (aka Holland).I wanted to try my hoof at writting and I hope you will like my stories. My oc is a Red and Orange Changeling
I'm 19 with no girlfriend yet, and I feel lonely at times, but thats why I have my best friend to talk to :)
I am but a piece of my former self, all i can do is wait in the hopes they'll return, my lost brother and my banished enemy.
Hello! This account belongs to two persons right now, my name's Milkshake and her name's Babu and this is our stash of pony fanfiction
Just a trans girl writing horseword stories while thinking about all the longer stories I could be writing. And then not writing them because I get easily distracted.
always the quiet shy one, always feels alone in a crowd, never making friends cause I am too scared to be loud.
Just your average Junior in High School who likes ponies. I just recently started writing stories for this site but I have been a member for a while now becoming inspired by you other authors.
A pony who likes adventure, magic, science, bizarre, weird and surreal things. A fan of gore, but not so fan of grimdark/sad stories. Currently learning english grammar to write fanfics.
love my daughter and all my friends. Nothing makes me more happy than to see I make an effect on people in a positive way. I am an animal rescuer and loving mother and wife. I love writing and MLP.
If thou needest my personal story, one should perhaps pick up a book now and then, or read some news.....OR WATCH THE FIRST TWO EPISODES.
Reading stories and playing games... Nuff said...
Maybe trying to turn a hobby into a job isn’t always the right choice.
Just a dude. Don't mind me, carry on *looks around nervously, hoping no one sees the pile of weapons and junk behind me*