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Hello, there! I'm a story writer, passionate about the show and its characters. Glad to have you here!
Tamer of wolves, purveyor of horse smut and ShiningSparkle shipper. I did write something eventually, even if it's not much.
A writer of various scribbles, I've recently become enamoured of Ponydom, and have done my limited best to write a few stories. I hope people enjoy them.
As a writer, my expansive vocabulary and thorough knowledge of grammar are my only saving graces. Please help, the world is too vorticose and gyratory!
The hoes call me the B-1 Lancer because I offer unimpressive low-level penetration but possess a world-class rear-aspect sight picture.
Every rainstorm makes every day of sunlight that much more precious.
Just a regular guy who has very little knowledge on MLP but a lot of creativity.
Just happy to be apart of this wonderful fandom for so long (since September, 2011), and have been on this site much longer than what it is says on my page. PM me if you want to know more details :)
The world renowned writer of such great works as "What am I going to write?" and "It's rubbish, start again."
I write stories because I enjoy them. I want to do better and am willing to take any advice to improve.
Hey there everyone! Agent Fluffy here! I am a voice actress, an autistic woman, a hardcore brony and wanting to read stories for the masses! Happily taken by thecrimsonpit!
Slovenian philosopher, Marxist, cultural critic, and so on. My grand crusade against ideology has brought me to the My Little Pony fandom where I will misquote you relentlessly while snorting. -snort-
"If I can't be accurate, then I'm sure as hell gonna be extra." -BDG
Are you ready, kids? Also a thingy so my pizza funds don't run out anytime soon.
pony-writer/pornographer looking for work. old stories undeleted. i'm sorry. Patreon here
Stories about ponies are stories about people.
Somedays, I sit, looking at the stars. I muse and wonder. I meditate and reflect. And I find the miracle in a new day of life. Especially since I swallowed so much glass the day before.
Icy Creation. Inventor, milkshake mare, and... Truthfully, part windigo. I guess we'll just have to see how she deals with all that!
Fixation on death aside, this is lovely —Soge, accidentally describing my entire life
changed my name to keep people from finding this lol
Cars are still parked outside. If the rapture had happened, why was it unrecognizable? Why was the sky blue? Why did no one tell me? Do these things not announce themselves?