Ink Dreamer

Ink sat quietly, staring at her reflection in the mirror as several ponies swarmed around her, a whirlwind of preparation as they worked to turn her into the best she could be. Today was the day to an... View MoreInk sat quietly, staring at her reflection in the mirror as several ponies swarmed around her, a whirlwind of preparation as they worked to turn her into the best she could be. Today was the day to announce her official status as an archmage, a prestige rarely awarded to somepony so young, and of which only one other had earned in recent memory. Twilight's student, now advisor, Starlight had been given the honor for her proven capabilities and mastery over magic that could fundamentally shape the world. She was hailed as the second coming of Starswirl, with how quickly she learned and even created spells. Growing up, Ink had heard a great deal about her, popular among the nobles despite her commoner status. To be put in the same class as the greatest unicorn she'd ever heard of was nerve-wracking, and the heavy jewelry and adornments that were being woven into her mane and laid over her body did little to distract her. She sighed, her breath coming out shakily as she rolled her shoulders, trying to loosen up. The ponies dressing her didnt seem to pay it any mind as they continued weaving her mane with silver threads and gems that matched the color of her magic. A circlet made of the same silver sat off to the side, placed in a velveteen box engraved with the icon of the moon and sun. It was not a decoration like the rest though, it would help her to have finer control over her magic so that she wouldn't leak any and cause a panic. "We're almost done duchess," said a mare who was fastening shoes to her hooves. Also silver. With how much silver they were using Ink had half a mind to ask them if they thought she was some sort of monster, and these were her restraints. She though better of it, and decided she was aready stressed enough. The remaining prep seemed to breeze by, as she was rushed from her chambers to the main celebration hall of the castle, and ushered to a balcony that overlooked the entire gathering. Ink could feel her magic trying to escape as she gave her greeting, the practiced façade she was so used to threatening to crumble. After a short list of her capabilities, and addressing Ink's loyalties to the crown, the princesses each confirmed her being granted the title of archmage. It was less dramatic than she'd expected, no grandiose ceremony, no ritual to follow... for a gathering of the nobility it was quite serendipitous that she hardly had to participate. She'd been offered every noble's hoof in marriage more often as of late, and she was happy to avoid talking to them in pony. As soon as she'd managed to break off from the procession in the ballroom she sought out one of the many balconies overlooking the castle gardens, hoping to find a place to relax. Most were already occupied but after checking the fifth one she found it was as of yet unused. Sighing in relief she made her way over to the couch and table, followed only by two newly appointed mare's maids. Her usual keeper, Golden Wheat, had been charged with overseeing the kitchen servants for the night, and so Ink had to make do without her biggest supporter. One of the maids poured her a glass of wine before hurrying off to find other refreshments. The other was fixing Ink's mane with her hooves while her magic fanned her with a palm frond. Ink called out to the guard in a plain collar, no armor for this formal event, standing by the curtain that muffled the voices from the hall and gave her some privacy. "Audiences of one only," she started, listing off stipulations since she knew she couldn't avoid the guests for long. "No stallions unless they are either business partners or prior acquaintances... or guardsponies, retired or active." She said after a pause, a gruff companion of hers coming to mind. "And no mares of my mother's age. They're only here to push their sons in my direction." With a stiff salute the guardspony turned and stepped to the outside of the curtain, acting as a doorkeeper. 'And now we wait,' Ink thought, already planning how to spend her newly appointed freedoms. #rp

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Andromeda Flemish

"M-May I-i-i Enter ?" A Stutter came from the otherside of the Curtains, It was A Familar pony to the Home of Starlight, Their Child of Andromeda, She Was Hoping to see this... Familar Pony to her, She couldn't place a Hoof on it but Somehow it was like She seen the mare in her dreams ? In Reality ... View More

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Andromeda Flemish

"No, I mean I used to be around the Castle when my Mum carried me around when I was just a Wittle Foal, But that was looong ago. I Don't visit them much..." She said with a Hint of Sadness before shaking it off. "What...What is that you are drinking anyway ?" She asked, Tilting her head which cause... View More

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Ink Dreamer

"Just a particular wine I'm fond of," Ink answered, her voice mellow. This kind of conversation suited her much moreso than the raucous nature of the main floor of the banquet space. "You might know if your mother was able to bring you to the castle, but unicorns, alicorns, both of us once you get ... View More

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Andromeda Flemish

"Ugh!, Not them folk!, My mom is Starlight Glimmer, My Dad is...Sorta Complicated." It was true, Most folk thing she was either weird or just joking but it wasn't!, So She barely even talk about her father. Flem did respect her dad buuut He barely even is around...due to the fact He is dead and all... View More

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Ink Dreamer

21 hours ago

//do you ever randomly get ideas for a character while you're in the middle of writing something for another character?

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DeathWish

not really

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Ink Dreamer

//so you probably plan everything out first then? that's what I'd normally do

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DeathWish

yea

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Chase

No I struggle to come up with usable character ideas.

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Ink Dreamer

//usable or otherwise, it's not a bad way to explore new stories by just coming up with something in the moment, even if it never sees the light of day

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Artistique

Don't call me out like that! D:

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Ink Dreamer

//consider me your reflection, this is a wake up call

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Artistique

Listen! I can't help that I have many ideas rattlin' around in the old brain case. Sometimes I just gotta make sure I write 'em down before I lose 'em! Sadly, it can derail the original thought train though. :(

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Stickman, The Normal Stickian

Yup.

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Ink Dreamer

April 22, 2025 8:18 pm RP

"You know it's rare she gives you a night off, my lady." Golden Wheat said softly as she brushed out a particularly tangled knot from the violet mare's oversized mane, eliciting a wince and a hiss of... View More"You know it's rare she gives you a night off, my lady." Golden Wheat said softly as she brushed out a particularly tangled knot from the violet mare's oversized mane, eliciting a wince and a hiss of breath from the equally larger than life mare. Ink Dreamer didn't bother to respond as to elaborate would have been a waste of breath. She was one of three that had been successful in learning dream magic, and the only one who gained the regal appearance of a pseudo-alicorn. No wings, no all encompassing power to bend the world to her will, but the sheer presence she brought to a room was enough to all but guarantee she was worthy of reverence. Things had of course gotten much better since the start- no longer was she leaking magic; something that had been a shock once she had stabilized. It wasn't common but unicorns with excessively large energy stores had been known to cause localized effects without intention. In her case for the first several months of her time in the castle she would cause those within shouting distance to fall unconscious. For most, a minor inconvenience, but for pegasi it was not so benign. The sounds of broken wings on her first day serving the crown still echoed in her ears when she saw the royal guard. "So what have you planned for me, Wheatie?" Ink cooed as she sank deeper into the soft cushions of her couch. It really was a shame that she couldn't fly, the cloudsmiths that made the furniture in the royal castle deserved to be praised in pony. "Another day of visiting the gardens? Shall we traipse through the kitchens and 'acquire' a cake?" Her words carried a sense of resignment. While it was the public statement that she worked for the crown, it was honestly little more than a way to keep her under watch without declaring her a threat. Sure, she did assist inn royal duties and even filled in for Luna in the higher courts at times- she even got all the privileges to use the various royal facilities in the castle. But she was little more than a bird in a cage. "Cheer up. You may not be able to see that stallion you liked," Wheat joked at her lady's expense, hooves working through the thick curls of her mane. Ink for her part scoffed incredulously, though who she was trying to fool with her ears turning rosy was another mystery. "But that doesn't mean you have to mope around all day and tend dreams all night. I was thinking we could visit the public pavilion in the hedge maze. Maybe have some tea, talk to some of the commoners and magistrates from the day court on their lunch breaks?" "Oh please, anything but the magistrates. I swear the last time I stood in for Luna they treated me like some sort of savior. If I start talking to them outside too, they might stage a coup." "What's wrong with that? I think you would do a better job as princess than the lovestruck one in the north." "While I don't disagree with you, I don't have the compatibility to keep their relic functioning. Let the north be run by the northerners. And I can't outshine her majesty of dusk, nor would I want to after all she's done for me." "Then you shouldn't worry about it." Wheat assured, clapping her hooves together as she set aside her brush. "Now, let's go down to the pavilion. I'm sure there's something more interesting than another day spent in your quarters." "Fiiiine," Ink sighed as she stretch, magicking her broach and jewelry- a necklace and a horn band both engraved with imagery of the moon and stars. With a begrudging lady in tow, Golden Wheat led the way to the hedge garden, it's central pavilion her goal. #rp

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Ink Dreamer

"Why don't you meet with my son, he's an up and coming officer in the night guard, you know!" Bellowed an overbearing and gruff voice. An older stallion, his mane cut and his tail cropped in the style of the guard, had cornered Ink in the castle gardens- that is to say he had invited himself to her ... View More"Why don't you meet with my son, he's an up and coming officer in the night guard, you know!" Bellowed an overbearing and gruff voice. An older stallion, his mane cut and his tail cropped in the style of the guard, had cornered Ink in the castle gardens- that is to say he had invited himself to her very quiet and relaxing tea party that she had deliberately taken when she knew nopony else would be present. He of course took no mind of the fact that it was just her, two guards, and her mare's maid. The worst part was that he was a noble as well, meaning she couldn't outright get rid of him like she oh so desperately wanted to. The past twenty or so minutes she'd been hearing about his stories of battle against timberwolves when he had been assigned patrol of the Everfree. It was a grueling and slumber inducing story, filled with nothing but disinterest and lack of adventure. Truly, hearing about how he had been bitten by poison joke, not once, not twice, but three times? She doubted a single word out of his mouth was true. And to top it off he was trying to matchmake her with his son, who, according to what her maid whispered to her, was nothing more than a first lieutenant. Admirable, yes, but she was still being courted by a platoon commander in the night guard, so he wasn't even worth considering. "Sir, I'll have you reminded that my lady, is the direct student of the crown and an archmage. So I'm afraid she's unavailable in the avenue of pursuit you're implying." Spoke one of her guards, covering for her with an ever so slight smile. These two had been gifts not from Her Majesty, Luna, but rather from Her Highness, Twilight. They were far more lenient and understanding than the royal guards she'd been assigned in the past, and Ink was glad for that. "Ah, yes..." The older stallion replied, deflated. "Ahem, well. I suppose I shall excuse myself then. Please give my regards to Their Majesties, and to your father as well." Ink rolled her eyes mentally at his words. Ponies were always trying to form connections through her, even before she had become something close to royalty, and now that she stood shoulder to shoulder with them it had only become more apparent. "I shall. Goodbye, Sir Shield Line." Ink replied in her best imitation of politeness. She hoped they would never meet again, but inevitably she would run into either he or his son in her position. When working so closely with the crown it was nigh unavoidable. "Wheatie, please make sure that whoever walks into the pavilion next is not an official, a noble, or anypony that would try and set me up with their sons." Ink said with a sigh after the uncomfortable guest had left her sight. "Daughters too?" Golden Wheat asked as she began setting the table for tea again, clearing off the old tea and snacks alongside the staff that had come out from the kitchens. "Only if they're trying to propose. If they want a job as one of my hoof-maidens I'll let you do the screening."

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Ink Dreamer

April 15, 2025 7:09 pm RP

Petals from a blue flower float on the wind, carried away during their cascading dance from the rope like branches of the treees they once called home. Spring had arrived in this hazy place, gone were... View MorePetals from a blue flower float on the wind, carried away during their cascading dance from the rope like branches of the treees they once called home. Spring had arrived in this hazy place, gone were the frozen drifts and dreary skies. Gone were the somber silence and dreadful thoughts. It was like the world had begun to breathe again, awakening from its untimely death. Alongside the world another had begun to stir; her seemingly comatose body, sprawled beneath a lone wisteria tree nestled within this blue forest, shuddered lightly as a layer of shimmering magic seemed to fall away like sand. Her eyelids fluttered lightly as she let out a shaky breath, catching in her throat. With a roll of her shoulders she lifted herself from between the ancient roots; leaning herself against the tree, she adjusted the translucent white cloth draped over herself. As she opened her eyes, drowsiness only letting her go so far, a faint flicker of teal and rose washed over her deep purple irises. The world fell away for a moment, its peaceful hues replaced by an empty void before it flickered back into existence around her. She didn't seem to notice as she continued rising to her hooves slowly, her movements relaxed, intentional and full of grace. Her lilac coat, wisteria purple mane, and translucent white attire made her look like some sort of seasonal specter, almost like the dryads of old. As she made her way out from beneath the wisteria tree, the world rippling with her steps, a slight movement from just out of sight made her turn her head, snapping to attention as her ears perked up from beneath her lavish curls. A broken twig had alerted her to the presence of another, lost among this dream-like place. A wanderer. She sighed as she stopped in place, her eyes rolling as she cursed under her breath at the ‘lazy moon.’ As she addressed her observer her voice rang out in a more matured, almost motherly tone. “Most ponies stay in their own dreams you know, was I so memorable that you couldn't stay out of mine?” #rp

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Andromeda Flemish

The Wanderer Appeared to have been a Strange Hybrid, Shaking out of fear apon what world she was in, But that was quickly being replaced by Intrigue, She was quickly scribbling and Doodling everything She saw of the world!, Before Saying something to the Stranger! "I-i don't quite k-know where I am ... View More

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Andromeda Flemish

Most of what the Mare said was absorbed into The Spectmare But some of it was drowned out by her Muttering, Something she did once excited about learning something, As she quickly took notes of This mare!, and this strange type of Magick ? How exciting! ... "Okay, Do you happen to be connected To ... View More

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Ink Dreamer

"The Belles? Moon above, no." She chided with a shake of her head, mane bobbing softly. "Lovely mares, really, but they are craftsponies, workers." Her tone was somewhat cold, hanging on the distinction of class between the two families. "Maybe in the distant past they mingled with our house, but th... View More

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Andromeda Flemish

"Celestia's Followers ?, I'm afraid I don't quite...Understand, But I do find it lucky!, My family is...sorta Known, Well at least my mom is, The Glimmer Family. But We have a bad history that still haven't been healed yet. If you don't mind can you explain to me why Your Cousin had to be married a... View More

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Bright Brave

👁👁 "I don't know how I got here." Growled BriBra.

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Ink Dreamer

"You do tend to get lost in your dreams, don't you? It's becoming a bit of a habit, you know." She chided him.

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Bright Brave

The big war horse was acting more like a cornered bear than a pony.

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Ink Dreamer

April 7, 2025 10:09 am

//working a regular 9 to 5 now, might pop in here again when i get done rebuilding the home office. Hope y'all have been well

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Focused Gleam

Congrats on the job!

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Vanil

As well as a well-done.

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Bright Brave

Very well

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Nitroxus Soulspins Ink Dreamer

April 4, 2025 2:36 pm

*Nitroxus rockets out of a black pipe that was above. He would soon smile at them. He then passed a large gift over.* Happy Birthday!

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Ink Dreamer added new photos to her album "Characters that are not ink dreamer"

June 22, 2024 4:51 pm

Art Original Content Digital Art Original Characters (OCs)

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Halcyon

Amazing rendering <3

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Bright Brave

What a pretty pony. :3

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Ink Dreamer added new photos to her album "Characters that are not ink dreamer"

June 7, 2024 9:28 pm

A reclusive flower meets a snack

Art Original Content Digital Art Original Characters (OCs)

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Bright Brave

Chomp Gosh I love the curls. Beautiful character design. Sad looking pone, gorgeous and cheerful surroundings.

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Calaco Fleethoof

The art work is beautiful as always

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C_||_R

Great style, great colours, great shading and mood /)

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Ink Dreamer

June 7, 2024 9:25 pm

//just went to go upload a painting and explain that I'm taking a long and sporadic break to focus on getting back into art and design as idk how long my job is going to exist in tech. but I didn't kn... View More