Half of everything is luck, James.

your body is a collection of beautifully complex systems and processes. are you really gonna use it to type something mean to a stranger?

space is a waste

To Infect and Corrupt

Mostly harmless.

Sugar, spice, and everything nice.

A thirtysomething Brony from Pennsylvania with a library degree. I also have a Patreon.

pony-writer/pornographer looking for work. old stories undeleted. i'm sorry. Patreon here

Moved on.

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.”

One of these days we'll form a union, and get the fair and equitable treatment we deserve. Then we'll go too far, and become corrupt and shiftless, and the Japonies will eat us alive.

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It's fanfiction all the way down.

No.

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

I really need an actual a better avatar.

A guy with too much time on his hands. Enjoys writing and over-analyzing things.

"Tim, you're just so nice nobody could hate you. We all are secretly in love with you." ~bats

My name is Donny's Boy. I ship ponies.

I like stuff. I dislike other stuff. I frequently dislike stuff other people like, and vice-versa. I'm not a troll; I'm a contrarian. I also write stuff, sometimes. It's not very good.

Stories about ponies are stories about people.

I've been writing and selling stories for longer than a lot of folks reading this have been alive. Check Baal Bunny for more!

I've never seen a place that's quite like this. Everything is turned around; this crazy world is upside down.

"I'm not afraid of dying. I just don't want to be there when it happens." —Woody Allen

loves tiaras.

Ah, the mighty bio box. So we meet again. You will rue the day you dared show your blank canvas around these parts! I will--wait, what do you mean you're already exhausted? Don't you dare run out of--

I tried so far… and got so hard… but in the end, it didn't even matter at all. (Direct Support)

Nothing says I miss you quite like war poetry carved in your door with a stanley knife.

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

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

http://quillerypenfeather.tumblr.com http://sehtkmet.deviantart.com

No, I'm not your mommy. Stop asking.

I'm just a Blissey who likes ponies.

A smut-peddling armchair general with a love for writing and ponies.

Yottall Ton Ciddors

I am not contained between my hat and my boots.

Somedays, I sit, looking at the stars. I muse and wonder. I meditate and reflect. And I find the miracle in a new day of life. Especially since I swallowed so much glass the day before.

Cloudy writes stories. Cloudy likes it when ponies like each other maybe a little too much and sometimes end up in love. Cloudy writes stories about these things, often.

Don't mind me, I'm just sitting here and working on stories with a religious fervor.

Hey! I have a podcast about Gundams and stuff!

The sexiest man you've ever met.

Inconsistently making my favorite ponies miserable since 2011

If this second was your life, what would you do?