A French, cheese-eating alphaphala male in charge of writing stories. Don't troll because of allergies to BULLSHIT.
A teller of tales, whenever I can manage to find my quills and inkwell, that is! Send me a PM if you want to chat!
I write about the countless coital encounters between humanoid horsies, anthropomorphous equines and at least passably bipedal pony people... Also, I really fuckin like Equestria Girls my dudes.
For everyone seeking guidance, I recommend looking up Ravi Zacharias, he's gotten me out of some dark times. His FULL sermons are available online for ALL...
A Midwest brony who enjoys writing about adorkable unicorns and alien invasions. Come join me for XCOM 2 livestreams!
Just a tired Welshman with a penchant for writing. You can also catch me on TikTok! Now with added Ko-Fi!
Two facts according to the internet. 1. Your mother is the largest object in the known universe. 2. Despite fact 1, everyone still slept with her for some reason.
“If the youth are not initiated into the tribe, they will burn down the village, just to feel its warmth.” — African proverb
Perfection? I don't want that, because that would mean stopping, standing still, instead of improving.
"Damnation is only a daydream away, but still, we carry on..." -Morbid Angel
Nothing special here, move along, nothing to see, just ignore the lump under the sheet and the red stuff...
Dare to be different. The world is full of the ordinary.