Makes ponies cry

Chase the sun, and it will smile upon you.

A fan-fiction author and game programmer that lives in Glendale, CA.

Writer, Artist, and Connoisseur of the Yuri and Mecha genres.

Dashite forever!

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.

"Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand is where I fall."

As a writer you ask yourself to dream while you're awake. As an editor you ask yourself how to change a story while leaving it the same.

Writer, blogger, saucy chat mom, occasional bitch. Hablo español. She/her/ella.

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Hello, and welcome to my collection of amazingly gay stories, the majority of which is basically just shipping. Enjoy!

I write commissions and sometimes write stuff I come up with too. Nuff said.

Hello, I am a graphic designer who enjoys MLP. Drawing, writing, and proofreading are the main things I like to share with others.

j'ai ete desole, mais je suis deteste Mon Petit Poney.

Mixed greens and poison ivy salad, rocket fuel vinaigrette | Hundred-proof spirits from the fountain of wisdom | Iced Ko-Fi, scalding glances.

Fanfiction author from Ohio.

If I ever get good at Rocket League, I'll change my name to Terra Score-a.

I can finally see...but not for long

Quirky teenage girl who writes about cartoons & has an obsession with sparkly things & cute dorks. Goes through life following by Dr. Seuss's wise words; "You have to be odd to be number one."

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This account is no longer in use. I'm leaving it up so people can read my stuff. If you need to contact me, send an email to dawnfade@gmail.com

Hey there, Mariacheat-Brony here, Belgian Brony writer. Favorite Ponies : Vinyl Scratch & Applejack \OCTASCRATCH FOR THE WIN/

I'm just a guy. Who likes ponies. And fan fiction. Why not both?

No, I'm not your mommy. Stop asking.

Q(^_^Q). The friendliest misanthrope you'll ever meet.

Poni poni poni poni

Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving