Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.

The artist you've never heard of.

I have no earthly clue what I'm doing.

G'day. Aussie Brony here. I'm not very active in the comment threads of my stories, but I read and cherish every one. Thanks for reading.

Look at my profile.

Are you ready, kids? Also a thingy so my pizza funds don't run out anytime soon.

ACAB | ♠️ | A teacher, student, writer, and opinionated reader. Responsible for cleverpun's Critique Corner. | Donate via Ko-fi

I usually don't drink beer, but when I do, I drink Dragon's Milk. || Soon™

Boy oh boy do I have nothing to write here.

loves tiaras.

Stories about ponies are stories about people.

With enough momentum, pigs fly just fine.

Book collection: Biblical Monsters and Other Grim Tales

okay now kiss!

time is a crime

I type stories using my hands

space is a waste

My Linktr.ee

By windward strides and holy ghosts, what rests beside the barren coasts?

Your friendly neighborhood mechanic / fanfic writer. Don't worry, I'm good at both! :D

Ponies: They're what's for awesome!

So long and thanks for all the fics!

Beneath the microscope, you contain galaxies.

haha rainbow machine go brrr

I have a lot of friends and I make a lot of money, my rhymes are so sweet 'cuz I dip 'em in honey.

I'm nothing special, but I am trying.

A purveyor of intelligent literary commentary some of the time, and whatever I feel like the rest of the time.

I'm The Sentient Cloud, a now-retired fanfiction writer from New Zealand. If you're looking at this, then you've probably already found your way to either "The Piano Man" or "Those Who Came Before".

From the depths of /mlp/, one man decided that he wanted to write. With a sweep of his pen, stories flowed from his hands like liquid gold, and his genius shined. And then there was also Lunaguy.

I have no idea what I'm doing.

Well, I'm 17 (for now) and I absolutely love writing. Writing is one of my favourite pastimes so I'm glad that I came here!

"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."

I write lots and lots of horse words; everything from comedy to drama. If you like what I write, please support me on Patreon.