I promise nothing and deliver less. More than what you expect, but less than you might've hoped...
I like girls with dicks, if you couldn't notice. Also stories that are stupid but amusing. And stupidly amusing stories involving girls with dicks. And sometimes without dicks.
By windward strides and holy ghosts, what rests beside the barren coasts?
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
Heyo! I'm a very strange person. My friends say I represent Twilight, but online quizzes say I'm Pinkie Pie.....weird. That's me, though! Weird!
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.
The reason I write is because I want to read a story written for myself. One day, I want to read one of my own stories and say to myself "That is the best story I have ever read."
Cloudy writes stories. Cloudy likes it when ponies like each other maybe a little too much and sometimes end up in love. Cloudy writes stories about these things, often.
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.
If will is a driving force, what happens to will when you have lost everything?
I've come a looong way from awkwardly smashing two plastic pony toys together whilst making kissy-kissy noises... Haven't I?
Does he even write stories anymore? Geez, what a flufflenugget.
I try to tell the stories others tell better than me.
Nothing special here, move along, nothing to see, just ignore the lump under the sheet and the red stuff...
I'm a writer, and I write stories about ponies. It'll be a good bet that every story will eventually turn into an adventure. It's what I do. A new chapter will be posted every Sunday.
Once a Bandle gunner, always a Bandle gunner.
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?
Twilight floated a second fritter up to her mouth when she realized the first was gone. “What is in these things?” “Mostly love. Love ‘n about three sticks of butter.”