I like to do occasional crossoves, and I can now draw. Just PM me if you want me to draw or wright something! I'm on Wattpad, check me out: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Dark-Nightshade
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
This is for the ones who dream/ Foolish as they may seem. [No longer active]
I'll think of a good thing to put in this short bio some other day.
I periodically check this. Don’t like ponies anymore, I think it's weird as fuck I used to like that shit
A guy who likes to enjoy good stories of technicolor ponies every once in a while.
Storing knowledge and stories slowly churning some out into semi readable works.
Don't let people stop you from using creativity. Some may be bad, some may be dreadful, but that's the thing with creativity. You create ways to make it even better. That's the creative truth.
I am the Autistic Writer. I have Autism (Aspergers Syndrome), but that doesn't stop me from writing great stories.
it's not whether it's wrong or right it's what is wrong or right
I am a very big Disney fan I know all about Disney and some of it's biggest secrets I also like teen titans and winx club a lot they are two of my favorite shows mostly teen titans (I love flutterbat)
I believe in my whole race. Yellow, white, black, red, brown in the honesty, courage, intelligence, durability and goodness of the overwhelming majority of my brothers and sisters everywhere
Who gives a shot anymore my stories suck and none of them are good, not to mention I have no reason to call myself an author or writer
I'm just an humble (wanna-be) MLP fanfic author and fanartist. I also love drawing fancomics and worshipping Applejack (as well as Rainbow Dash and Daring Do. In that order).
I'm a guy who likes to see stories that are different from the actual series.
Hi Mark Hyder from London, I read out My Little Pony Fanfic's and start to do Fimfic.
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.
I wish I was enough. But I'm not and never will be.