A pony of mystery in the darkness. Or I forgot to take the lens cap off. (They/them is fine.)
One day my heart felt heavy so I set it down. Then I lost it, someone stole it because it was made of gold. Yours looks heavy, can I borrow a piece? I'll return it when I find mine.
Just a trans girl writing horseword stories while thinking about all the longer stories I could be writing. And then not writing them because I get easily distracted.
We were somewhere around Ponyville, on the edge of the Everfree, when the Poison Joke began to take hold.
Fanfiction masochist. :B She/they https://ko-fi.com/presentperfect
"RoMS I love you even though you OTP Rarijack!" Monochromatic~
Writer, reviewer, creator of Filly Fantasy VI, occasional PMV maker, and uploader of mildly amusing image macros to Derpibooru. https://www.patreon.com/drakeyc
All I can do is draw.... welp, at least I'm partially decent at it.
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying."
I like writing about the worst day of a character's life; it lets us see the mettle inside. (Sock / Sock's / Sock, no!)
“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
"I know writers who use subtext, and they're all cowards." -- Garth Marenghi
Brony femboy-in-training; self-confidence is the biggest obstacle to my success.
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"Leave it to Admiral Biscuit to enter the contest, write its first entry as well, and disprove my expectations in one fell swoop." —Chicago Ted
Formerly known as bananachips; sorry for any confusion. You can message me on Discord if you like: CommissarVulpin#8472
I'm the creator of Otakuworld.com, Jenniverse.com, the computer game Boppin', numerous online comics, novels, and tons of other wonderful things. I really love MLP:FiM.
We’ve got dents and we’ve got quirks, but it’s our flaws that make us work.
Routine day with a dirt cheap brush, then a week goes by and it goes untouched. Then two, then three, then a month, and the rest of your life you beat yourself up. - Aesop Rock, "Rings"