This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions twists all our arms collectively. But, if sweetness can win, and it can, then I'll still be here tomorrow to high-five you yesterday.
Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists.
Out at sea, rockin' steam dreams and pilot valves... Deuces.
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This account is no longer in use. I'm leaving it up so people can read my stuff. If you need to contact me, send an email to dawnfade@gmail.com
Black Lives Matter. Good things are good, actually. I write about wizards and wizards' apprentices. 90% of prophecy is just pattern recognition.
Stay awhile and listen... (Patreon) (Commissions)
The Goal... 200+ mph in the Standing Mile. To Tartarus with academy records, I want to hold a Land Speed Record.
That nobody who likes butts. Oh, and draws and writes, n' stuff. Applejack for best poni.
I'm an 18 year-old brony who didn't join the fandom until after season 2 ended. Fluttershy is best pony, but I really like Twilight Sparkle too.
Inconsistently making my favorite ponies miserable since 2011
If you close your eyes, it's like nothing's ever changed.
An off-again-on-again writer and father of a pony-fan. Incessant poking will make me write more/faster, by the way. (That's not sarcasm—I need reminders to write.)
Some dork who writes horse romance. What more do you want from me?
I'm just a simple, southern man that loves ponies, Star Wars, ridiculousness, and adorable things. I'm also an ex-Navy nuclear machinists mate, and life long martial artist.
I'm a Catholic whore, currently enjoying congress out of wedlock with my black Jewish boyfriend who works at a military abortion clinic. Hail Satan, and have a lovely afternoon.
You'd be surprised at the emotions twenty-six letters can unearth
A paragon of virtue, role model, professional writer and a liar.