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A smut-peddling armchair general with a love for writing and ponies.
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.
Are you ready, kids? Also a thingy so my pizza funds don't run out anytime soon.
Not checking in here. I may post stories because my patrons are nice and like ponies. Otherwise out of the fandom, sorry peeps.
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Just a worn out writer from a bygone age. Don't mind me, I'm just passing through.
Navypony is a submariner in the US Navy, but he earns his name for his understanding and love of ships and shipping. Yes, that's shipping ponies.
I proved my namesake in a duel of honour. The crayon never stood a chance.
I didn't choose the skux life, the skux life chose me. (Can also be found at luckydreamsart.tumblr.com!)
I write stories about the sexual experiences of small, multicolored equines. That's literally my contribution to the world.
"I'm not afraid of dying. I just don't want to be there when it happens." —Woody Allen
This is my contribution to all the witty and unique descriptions that everyone aside from me seemingly has on this damned site. You're welcome.
Nothing to see here. Move along to the "Stories" section, please.
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Frequent reader, less-than-infrequent writer.
Formerly Fimfiction Drama, and now under new management. Found juicy drama? Know of an event not yet covered? Let us know!
Stories about: Feelings too complicated to describe, ponies
Just another University-edicated fanfiction writer who prefers the cheers and laughter of ponies to madness and sorrow.
A purveyor of intelligent literary commentary some of the time, and whatever I feel like the rest of the time.
I'm an irritating fangirl who also writes. A lot of my stuff is sad. I am sometimes overly sex-positive, so if you are sex-negative, I might have called you an elitist taint jockey. Sorry about that.
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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.
Technical Writer from the U.S.A.'s Deep South. Writes horsewords and reviews. New reviews posted every other Thursday! Writing Motto: "Go Big or Go Home!"