Not a doctor

When I look into the future, I see failure.

Cherish the thought.

My horses run wild over your mind.

I'm Him. I been Him. I will continue to be Him.

Just a gal writing about gals bein pals

do not throw souls

irresistible

"Fragile and easily startled. If you move too fast he gets scared and hides under the bed." -Aragon

Perfect has seven letters and so does meeeeee. Ko-fi|Patreon

Books, books, books, books, books, books, food, books, books, books...

"r5h, your story was also weird in that you had like some of the cleverest jokes in the contest and also some of the dumbest" -Aragon

^{♡ to thine} own self _{write true ♡}

Stories based on big ponies! Brand new account for the sole purpose of writing about 'em, even. Ta-dah.

Only mostly dead.

Still waiting to hear back on my albatross application.

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

Regrettably, Last Minute does still seem to be Best Minute

My hobbies include yelling at my microwave, having an existential crisis, and video games.

Everytime you hit the like button on a story, Lumina smiles.

Quoth the raven: "CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW" (Patreon)

I didn't choose the skux life, the skux life chose me. (Can also be found at luckydreamsart.tumblr.com!)

mwap

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

Official Account for Running the OC Slamjam!

Sugar, spice, and everything nice.

Hi, I write pony stuff as a hobby. As such, the amount of time I put into it varies. Feel free to ask me questions or send messages but I'm bad at responding in a timely manner.

I sometimes pretend I have a posting schedule other than "sometime soon."

Lecturer by day, pony word peddler by night.

Stories about: Feelings too complicated to describe, ponies

Forget not that I am a derp.

Some dork on the internet that likes ponies and flower symbolism way too much.

"Violence for violence is the rule of beasts" - Barack Obama

I've roasted a wealth of exotic things, All torn to ribbons at the hands of kings. Polished copper how I proudly shone, stealin' the fire of the blazing sun.

A man who doesn't write half of his stories half as often as he should like, and writes less than half of them half as well as they deserve.

A Young Homosexual Alone in The Corner, Crying – Suttree, Cormac McCarthy.

Hello!

I am an editor. I copyedit words that people write. These words may be good or bad, but once I'm done, they are usually good.

Hunter, fisher, father, son, husband, rescue Greyhound owner, and occasional fanfic writer.