Hi, I'm TAW. I write terrible erotic my little pony fan fiction about cartoon horses having sex with each other, or vaguely defined human audience-inserts, for fun. Because... uh. I have no shame?

Gonna just stick to writing short stories rather than 'trying' to write long, continuous stories.

How did you find your way here? Nobody here but us ghosts.

Tai 'dovienya ain al'alantin a Moridin

Navy Vet working IT, I usually write about whatever inspires me.

I like chocolate milk

I am gay. :3

Just another brony with a knack for drawing and who wishes he had a knack for writing.

I'm a Brony, I'm an author on FimFiction. Thereby I'm a Brony author on FimFiction. Hope you enjoy my works.

Not much of a bio to be seen. I'm simplistic. It's how I roll.

This sneaky fox, always clad in a blue mask and gloves, has long been a bane of unwary travelers with loose accouterments.

A Brony with a sense of creativity and a lot of stories to tell Rainbowdash all the way!

Common ideas executed weirdly, if inspiration and motivation strikes.

Our minds bend and our fingers fold. Entwined, we dream . . . I know.

I may or may not write something... if I come around to it that is. Mostly read stuff.

I write things.

I write about Rari-Twi, Twi-Luna, Twi-Lestia, and combinations of these. On a long hiatus. Thanks for reading!

He's this guy, who writes stuff.

Shut up. Just write.

I poni. I poni all over the place.

Hello, I'm Juggernaut, I don't really post much here anymore, as the whole 'brony' thing kinda left me a while ago. Go to my Fanfiction if you want more of my work (So far it's mostly Corpse Party.)

I am a guy that is laid back but can be silly and serious when the need calls for it. But for the most part i like to be friendly and helpful within reason.

Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.

I'm a historian by training, a teacher by trade.

"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."