I'm a socially awkward gamer and fanfiction writer who barely ever sees the sun.

There are only three real monsters: Dracula, Blackula, and Son of Kong.

FIrst time author so peas no hate me xD

Roses are red, violets are blue. That was a comma splice, this one is too.

The Man. The Legend. The World's Strongest Writer™

South Ozzie, if I get too serious, slap me silly. My mind works in myste...why do I smell pink?

"The 'earth' without 'art' is just 'eh'."

I'm a human being who writes stories about ponies.

Stories about families, friends, the past, the present, the future, the science of magic and the magic of science.

Occasionally, I get the urge to write about candy-colored mini-horses.

A brony of few words who writes many.

Guess whose back?!

All my favorite colors, my sisters and my brothers... Hate the sig? Report me. Bullies get ignored, no exceptions. You know who you are.

What a great day to hump something.

If anyone recognizes me from Fanfiction.net, Hey guys! It's me.

Greetings and bienvenue, I am Michael Ravencroft. Writer and artist. From the obscure, to the known, from Comics, to Tokusatsu, nothing eludes my creative eyes. Hark the Raven.

S'up, folks! I do pony fic for fun, and I hope you enjoy it! Give me a shout on Twitter @DMDash71 if ya feel like it!

Prithee and well met, thou tempestuous witch of storms, to alight so delicately upon the jet streams of the cerulean sky. Welcome to Spirit Airlines.

Reads at the speed of lightning. Writes at the speed of molasses.

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

Currently accepting all awards and donations in the name of milk. Its always been there for me, filling my cereal bowl.

Sometimes I like to write things.

You will always be a loser and that's okay.

Eleven years of fun, memories, and friends. Thank you to everyone for everything!

Remember kids, eat your veggies, go to school, and murder all your enemies.... I murder all my enemies....

your body is a collection of beautifully complex systems and processes. are you really gonna use it to type something mean to a stranger?

Not active anymore

"Perhaps the story now goes beyond the book." - Cornelia Funke, Inkheart

I’m like a literary siren, feeding off the negative emotions of fictional characters. Patreon

Life is what you make of it. Enjoy it as long as you can, for you never know when it could be over.

That feeling when you'll never be a famous pony writer who burns out and fades into obscurity. Why even live?

Currently working on Winds of the Past 2! Support me on: Patreon | Ko-fi.

Like a moth flittering towards a flame.

Too much to write; too little time