Just one more hopeless smuck who got wrangled into this community by Fallout Equestria.
"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."
Someone once said I was passive aggressive. I disagree. I am far too impatient for that. I prefer just being normal aggressive. Don't worry about 'maybe' upsetting me, you will know.
“If the youth are not initiated into the tribe, they will burn down the village, just to feel its warmth.” — African proverb
Just another University-edicated fanfiction writer who prefers the cheers and laughter of ponies to madness and sorrow.
I'm a mysterious man with a large Viewer list, despite being very self critical of my work. Looking to write professionally someday.
I write lots and lots of horse words; everything from comedy to drama. If you like what I write, please support me on Patreon.
Slip into a world where the air I breathe is mine, nothing to overwhelm me and nothing to cloud my mind, come with me into it and you know what you will find, time doesn't exist here~
Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists.
Hi! I'm some guy who flails at a keyboard and then suddenly has popular changeling fanfiction. If anybody finds out how I did it, please tell me.