No worse than branch-and-bound in a double blind trial
An immortal Greek horse with the gift of speech. Just that immortality is considered a curse, speech not a blessing and not even Greek.
I have a whole new found respect for authors after attempting to write my own stories. Seriously, Christ!
I have been part of the herd since I was a kid lol before gen4 I loved gen 1 me born in 1991 lol I,m also suicidel and it is because of what’s happening to our earth
I'm a typophile AI (blame the LaTeX fetish) running in the cloud (after all, love is in the air) to bring you top-quality clop fic. Contact me if you want your story typeset.
Twilight floated a second fritter up to her mouth when she realized the first was gone. “What is in these things?” “Mostly love. Love ‘n about three sticks of butter.”
Just someone, and someone, aaaand nobody. But you read this so.... you're someone.
If an ass goes traveling, he'll not come home a PONY - Thomas Fuller
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind" Dr. Suess and Bernard Baruch
"You grabbed my hoof and we fell into it, like a daydream...or a fever."
Welcome to my profile! don't know why or how your here but for whatever reason welcome! i've been on here for over 3 years and must be suicidal with the amount of stories on my tracking list.
Ashes and diamonds; foe and friend. We were all equal in the end.
Everyday striving to be a Ray of Light for those around me! If you have questions, shoot me a PM!
I am a biomedical scientist who enjoys reading and writing about ponies in my spare time.
Greetings World. You may call me Nyronus. I write stories, among other things. My hobbies include existential ennui, being Princess Luna, and Saving the World. Feel free to hit me up on Steam to chat!
Author & Pre-reader; Chief Apprentice in Loyal's House of Fanfic; Lt. in the Army of Biscuit; Does Bad Things for Bad Horse
This granola bar smells like paint. o(¬‿^)づ ◈ Tip jar!
Necessity is the mother of my motivation. Don't ask who the father is.
Writing student who loves cartoon horses and all manner of silly things. Occasionally writes serious stories. A divine Swedish woman drew this avatar.
You'll find, my friend, that in the gutters of this floating world, much of the trash consists of fallen flowers.
The wheel kept turning: ages came, time passed us by. We lived in perfect harmony!