Every rainstorm makes every day of sunlight that much more precious.
Just a guy that writes fan fiction from time to time.
Problems for which friendship cannot be the solution do not belong in Equestria.
I finally figured out how to put this thing on my profile. This is the best thing to happen to me since Princess Celestia teleported me to Equestria so that I could romance her student and sister.
"I know. And counting on my own experiences, they'll forgive you." ~Sunset Shimmer SunLight FriendShipper. Sorry guys, I'm not going to be active here anymore!
Just a pegasister duo with big dreams, pony stories, and too many ideas for their own good. Pony on!
Like what I do? Leave a comment! All writers love comments!
I'm the tastiest Poptard you'll ever meet. Back from the dead.
British derp writer who derps and writes but mostly derps
Just a worn out writer from a bygone age. Don't mind me, I'm just passing through.
Not checking in here. I may post stories because my patrons are nice and like ponies. Otherwise out of the fandom, sorry peeps.
I've roasted a wealth of exotic things, All torn to ribbons at the hands of kings. Polished copper how I proudly shone, stealin' the fire of the blazing sun.
Just your average Nine Inch Nails fan who occasionally writes horsewords and reviews.
A guy with too much time on his hands. Enjoys writing and over-analyzing things.
Be kind. Everyone's fighting their own secret battles. <3
An Irish girl who reads, writes, reviews, and occasionally draws. Don't worry though. My hair isn't black, my eyes aren't blue, and I'm not from Galway, so you won't be losing your heart to me.
97% of people quit chasing their dreams. Who hires them? The 3% who didn't.
I've moved on from Fimfiction. New works on AO3!
<- this horse is gay and there's nothing you can do about it
This account is dead. I'm sorry! I have an ao3 now though. https://archiveofourown.org/users/Tired_Penguin
Fangirl of Sunset Shimmer and Luna, sewer of fleece plushies, writes mainly oneshots.
Sky, earth, and in between / Come watch with me as our world burns
Some people are morning birds, other people are night owls. Me? I'm some sort of permanently exhausted pigeon.
Nothing special here, move along, nothing to see, just ignore the lump under the sheet and the red stuff...