Your friendly local hollow eyed demon baby.
I don't write, so much as I perform acts of high-wire fiction without a net. Come watch me fall! I believe in narrative coincidence, the transcendent power of hopeful creativity, and the Oxford Comma.
I'm 10% hydrogen, 18% carbon, 15% concentrated power of will. 3% nitrogen, 65% oxygen, and a 100% reason to remember the name.
I'm just a guy determined to have fun and make the most of my life.
Philosopher, writer and first-class procrastinator.
I write terrible fan fiction and I'm generally a terrible person; you only think I'm joking...
"We are all born mad. Some remain so." -Estragon, Waiting for Godot
Here to help others and leave the world better than I found it.
Author, former Royal Canterlot Library curator, and the (retired) reviewer at One Man's Pony Ramblings.
Aka Dr Massey, Paradox, Tiff the Cliff, Cannon Ninja. Rule Britannia!
A thirtysomething Brony from Pennsylvania with a library degree. I also have a Patreon.
Writing graduate who loves cartoon horses and all manner of silly things. Occasionally writes serious stories. A divine Swedish woman drew this avatar.
I'm sorry that I am terribly late with my updates.
I mostly post mature works. There may still be some worksafe posts though. For my non-pony smut works visit my Ao3 page.
“This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. You don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. You lose the taste.”
Just a dude. Writes horsewords... with varying regularity.
Aussie Brony. Damn ponies inspired me to take out the drawing pens for the first time in years...