Just your average albino 'sus with a passion for writing and a knack for procrastination! Feel free to hang around and give the stories a read, leave a comment, or just shoot me a PM and we can chat.
I am a fanfic critic i will give your work a number from 1 to 200. But i will only mark your work if you have more then 10 fanfic storys
Otherwise known as Alastor Deer Daddy~
Random PMs about anything or nothing are always welcome. :3
I have loved learning about My Little Pony since the begining when it was first called My Pretty Pony in 1981. And then watching it. I have not written any fan stories but I enjoy reading very much.
Mission Objectives; Classified. This account belongs to two people, specify who you're talking to please.
*cough*"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!"*cough*
I'm a good mare, I just do bad things sometimes! Or was it that I'm a bad mare, but I do good things sometimes? Well, I'm polite about it. Sometimes.
Wanna know what happens after a controversy fades away? Absolutely nothing, because it's gone.
It's not about winning, it's about making sure no one else has fun
The smallest changes can make the biggest difference.
Just a young writer, trying to gain a moral understanding of different AU's. Please do not criticize the AU's, but rather my writing skills
Spin, spin, spin, around and around we go. Let yourself go; if you follow me, you will turn blue, for I will breathe life into your hopelessness...
I write about horses. And read about them. And sometimes I edit stories about them.
Everyone Needs A Creeper, A Personal Space And Privacy Grim Reaper. Also Hail Minty p.s. I'll steal yo gurl, yo husbund, yo house, yo cids, yo dawg, and yo side bae
"...as for the Why: beyond the obvious financial motivation, it's exceedingly simple... because I can."
The window through which we perceive life is what defines our experience of it. We are only aware of a small fraction of what our senses pick up. We can all choose how we see the world.
Left at the Plutonian shores of stix, Charon gave no mercy to the scribe that had no coin for passage. So, he waits, staring across the shore in the vast expanse of what was, and what will never be.
Because if there's an opportunity, no matter how small, to bitch at something, people will do so.