Remember no man is a failure who has friends.
Author of the "Everyday Life With Guardsmares" greentext in the Royal Guard Mare General thread on /mlp/ and the "Red-Hot Rebound" story from /tg/
I like writing about the worst day of a character's life; it lets us see the mettle inside. (Sock / Sock's / Sock, no!)
"Fluff" in the same way what collects under the sofa is fluff.
"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."
Nothing special here, move along, nothing to see, just ignore the lump under the sheet and the red stuff...