Beneath the microscope, you contain galaxies.
I hope you have a good day, every day. Also: verification for a certain website here.
I have done nothing productive all day and I have a Ko-Fi now!
✧ Writing tomes in my wizard tower ✧ I illustrate all of my own cover art! ✧
Author and dramatic reader from YouTube. All your pony are belong to us.
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.
Go ask Alice instead | Schedule crammed with pining, longing and yearning.
The sky goes dark, a cleansing fire. My time is short- I’ll soon expire!
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.
I make both fanart and fanfic. I draw all my cover images myself, and I take art and writing commissions!
Just a brother and sister writing some fun stories.
"As a writer I make my own rules. If I wanna start a sentence with a full stop, I will." - Garth Marenghi
“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.” - Patrick Rothfuss
Hardcore animation enthusiast chilling away in this dimension and unbothered by his non-corporeal form. Also likes pastel cartoon ponies. They do that to people. And ghosts.
I'm a linguist. I like ambiguity more than most people.
... I'm pretty much here to read anything that catches my attention, or stands out in my eyes.
No way of knowing, where we'll be going, our adventures never end!
Cars are still parked outside. If the rapture had happened, why was it unrecognizable? Why was the sky blue? Why did no one tell me? Do these things not announce themselves?
Un pavo español que se dedica a traducir a su lengua historias sobre ponis de color pastel.
'I am made from the dust of the stars, and the oceans flow in my veins: here I hide in the heart of the city, like a stranger coming out of the rain.'
A bioform originating from the planet known as Earth. Incapable of self-levitation. Batteries not included. Self-declared mortal enemy of logical inconsistency.
I like reading and writing sinister and macabre stories because I find them deeply cathartic. If you do, as well, then you're in the right place.
Writing graduate who loves cartoon horses and all manner of silly things. Occasionally writes serious stories. A divine Swedish woman drew this avatar.
Just somepony who sometimes draws simpletonish pictures when he's not too lazy for it.
Hope is the most powerful force in the world. With it, even the impossible can be taken on. Without it, even the easiest of tasks become unbearable. Except eating cakes. That is always possible.
You'll find, my friend, that in the gutters of this floating world, much of the trash consists of fallen flowers.
“Trixie hates to interrupt a good monologue,” said Trixie, interrupting a good monologue, “but maybe we should continue it somewhere not on fire?”
The Force is the Force, of course, of course, and no one can horse with the Force of course--that is of course unless the horse is the Jedi Master, Ed ("Stay away from the Dark Side, Willlburrrr...")!