Author, Mystery Maker, Antique Machine Restorer!
The purpose of a story is that it's a story. It can be more, but it can never be less.
PRONOUNCED: sem ee yawn || any character i ever write, ever, is 18+ unless explicitly stated otherwise
Slow down, you're doing fine, you can't be everything you want to be, before your time... -Vienna, The Stranger: Billy Joel. (Any Pronouns)
By windward strides and holy ghosts, what rests beside the barren coasts?
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?
Totally not the secret alt of another account meant just to post clopfics on.
I write things. Pony things are among the things I write.
Just an average insane brony, doing average insane things. Professional Fanfiction Writer and Purveyor, relevant links are on my profile page.
Black Lives Matter. Good things are good, actually. I write about wizards and wizards' apprentices. 90% of prophecy is just pattern recognition.
If you happen to cry, I will be there. If you happen to smile, will you do the same for me?
Author of the Commander Hurricane series (A Song of Storms), co-founder of the Price of Loyalty universe, and overall world building fanatic. Join my discord!
I love sporks. And I love soup. Those two things unfortunately don't go together very well.
Not a serious writer, and occasionally I create or forget about loose ends entire. That being said, I never stop trying to improve.
Nothing special here, move along, nothing to see, just ignore the lump under the sheet and the red stuff...
She's looking at you. Yes you. And she is judging you with her eyes. There is no escape.
Convicted Bibliophile (Buy me a coffee, will 'ya? https://ko-fi.com/flint_lock)
I write poni. I am easily distracted. I like Oreos.
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving
Although it left it, it knew that it was right, it made it down, because it didn't know what's up.
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.
Something isn't beautiful because it lasts.