I've roasted a wealth of exotic things, All torn to ribbons at the hands of kings. Polished copper how I proudly shone, stealin' the fire of the blazing sun.
We’ve got dents and we’ve got quirks, but it’s our flaws that make us work.
Fanfiction masochist. :B She/they https://ko-fi.com/presentperfect
And all your friends will be there with smiles on their faces.
Nothing says I miss you quite like war poetry carved in your door with a stanley knife.
I'm older than your average brony, but then I've always enjoyed cartoons. I'm an experienced reviewer, EqD pre-reader, and occasional author.
Stories about ponies are stories about people.
Slamming my head against my desk until words come out.
Absentee fanfic-author. Formerly known as donald trump card, a celebrity pun that was maybe funny in 2012 but HAS NOT AGED WELL.
'Visions are worth fighting for. Why spend your life making someone else's dreams?'
Machine-God be praised. Also, call me "Mago-Five" and I'll forcefully shove a chainblade mechadendrite up your rectum. I mean it. Don't do it.
How did you find your way here? Nobody here but us ghosts.
Crushric, n. — A narcissistic masochist, a Southern gentleman, and snarky smartass. If you're looking for someone to disappoint you, he won't disappoint you.
Why do I write? Because I can't draw! I write mainly as an outlet, and don't take it too seriously. If you like what I write, awesome! If not, that's cool too.
"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."