wtf are u doin here, get off my board normies reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Would the real SweetCelestiaWhy please stand up?
So yeah. I thought I'd try my hoof at this clopfic thing.
I like reading and writing sexytime stories, but don't tell anyone!
"Late night, come home. Work sucks! I know!"
Bringing personal and commission horse words to you over a cup of steaming Earl Gray! I write in many genres, for all audiences. Check my library bookshelves for convenient sorting of my stories.
The name's Dash. (Previously Ronnie) And I write humanized pony stories. Welcome to my humble page.
Thank you for reading my stories! Discord: https://discord.gg/nDXd3AB
Just someone who is pretending to 'word' as hard as they can. Isn't that what we all do?
A purveyor of intelligent literary commentary some of the time, and whatever I feel like the rest of the time.
My Deviant art name is RaikouArtist, and I am starting to enter MLP fanfiction.
I proved my namesake in a duel of honour. The crayon never stood a chance.
"If I can't be accurate, then I'm sure as hell gonna be extra." -BDG
If you happen to cry, I will be there. If you happen to smile, will you do the same for me?
I love sporks. And I love soup. Those two things unfortunately don't go together very well.
Yea, I'm a writer and I occasionally freelance as an editor or collaborator.
Just an artist here, but sometimes I write about pony plots.
Hello. I'm BillyColt. In real life, I'm a dweeby music student from California. Here, I write Pony fanfiction.http://billycolt.tumblr.com/
Don't read my stuff if you have a weak stomach or are easily bothered by traumatic genitalia damage. That's seriously all I've got in here!
Lecturer by day, pony word peddler by night.
Fic writer/reader. Humor, romance, drama. You can read stories by me about other fandoms at my ff.net account :) And please support me on patreon! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=319852&u=319852&ty=h
The only man to get a 2015 fanfiction into the 2024 feature box | Join my Discord and come chat!
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