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.

Insanity is only those of the vivid imagination

Excited to finally have a FIMfiction account! Will post my stuff here now.

"A cheeky idiot tweedling around the moors." ~ Aragon || Avatar by Aragon and Mousse

Dashing do-gooder dog? Accomplished, affable aeronaut? Big-time brony? Lazy lackluster lackwit? You decide!

80% Sarcasm, 10% Sex Jokes and 10% Unknown Materials...

Normal? What does that taste like?

I read too much greentext when I was new. This is what happened.

I've spent almost twenty years of my life writing fanfiction. Something is clearly wrong with me, especially if I'm writing about pastel cartoon ponies now.

The artist you've never heard of.

*strokes blanket* I am a good writer. I am a good writer. I am a good writer...

I'm an old-school MLP fan, glad the new show is doing great.

I write pony words. Millions of them. Some people actually think they might be worth reading. I am very thankful for that. Also, I have a Patreon now?

Just your average albino 'sus with a passion for writing and a knack for procrastination! Feel free to hang around and give the stories a read, leave a comment, or just shoot me a PM and we can chat.

Just a 20-something-odd guy from Iowa

I have no earthly clue what I'm doing.

I am a thousand tiny ponies operating a mobile human suit for giggles.

Just another struggling writer.

I make them fanfics and whatnot. Who cares.

Not the G1 Sparkler. Nor the G3.5 Sparkler. Nor the G4 Draft Sparkler. Nor the Winningverse Sparkler (even though she's awesome).

Writer/Artist who's been active since the inception of the fandom.

Writes unusual horse words. Sometimes.

Love music, skiing, art, acting, alcohol, philosophy and clearly MLP

Writer of Ponies with a taste for Flesh!

Oh wait, I can add a short bio in the account settings. I never knew.

Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.

Are you ready, kids? Also a thingy so my pizza funds don't run out anytime soon.

Working to better myself. Please consider supporting via my Ko-Fi link!

Half the time I don't even know how I do what I seem to do so well. I try not to think too hard on it, for fear of breaking myself in the process.

God, I'm so sorry.

By windward strides and holy ghosts, what rests beside the barren coasts?

There once was a mare from Nantucket...

You cannot have joy without tasting despair.

Here lies the wistful delusions of the sleep addled mind. Actually wait, no, just me.