• I'm one book short of a trashy paperback trilogy, written entirely in crayon. "Dense and vague, yet unimaginably interesting." - Regidar.
(Nay-vee-ka) Welcome to my corner of the multiverse. Please leave your Blunderbusses by the door.
Fanfiction masochist. :B She/they https://ko-fi.com/presentperfect
I wrote a thing here so I would not appear as someone who is not interested in talking.
I am approximately 3 seconds away from wreaking havoc on my undergarments.
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"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."
Both an MLP and WWE fanatic, interesting combo.
'The story so far: In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move'- Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
"With the world so set on tearing itself apart, it doesn't seem like such a bad thing to me to wanna put a little bit of it back together"
One day I will return. / The ending has loopholes. Use them. Make an even brighter future.
I am an editor. I've also tried writing, though I lack experience with writing stories.
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...
Hello, there. Who me? You really think I have something interesting to say? Okay, but I'll have to warn you, things may get a little weird...
If you think about it, when you're writing you're not telling the truth, right? Right?! Yeah, that sounds right.
"Pulling a Mordecai" (verb) - The act of never making a move, while at the same time, not knowing what to do with your hands.
A guy. A guy who writes stories. Stories about ponies. (And sometimes robots).
I loved writing fiction and songwriting, and I still do, but I've hit a long slump. I'll use my newly-found love of ponies to get back on my creative hooves, so to speak.
A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodus vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
I'm dead, no more alts. maybe more April Fools but probably not