Ink Meets Wordsby arcanelexiconChaptersHey Boss!ReflectionThe Sound of SilenceHaiku (featuring my favorite earth pony)The Spot The King ReturnsFree FallingIf You Could Only SeeHey Boss!Her earpiece crackled to life. "Hey boss, you okay? You've been pretty quiet for the past fifteen minutes or so," asked Wind Shear, the Mane-iac's right hoof pony. "I haven't done anything like this in a while....I'm kind of nervous actually," replied Mane-iac. "You? Nervous? You can handle all of the Power Ponies at the same time, make grand speeches, and you ooze this delectable hotness all over you,and you're nervous?" "Yes. What makes me even more nervous is I have no idea what you put in my dating profile." "...Oh." 1 Week Earlier "I know Boss is crazy, but this seems to beyond crazy," mused Wind Shear. Wind Shear, the former weather pony, was never prepared for this. He never saw himself being the top henchpony of Maretropolis' number one villain. He started out as a weather pony, but his main passion lay in making crazy devices. It was the Mane-iac who saw his potential, and it was he who helped her develop and plan her more outrageous schemes and contraptions. The pay was good, and since he only stayed in the sidelines helping her plan her schemes and invent her devices, he avoided arrests. Never did he imagine helping her with this new request though. Never did he imagine he would be asked to create a dating profile for his boss. "Stengths? Hmmm....We'll she does monologue a lot so I guess I can put in 'outspoken and well versed'....She can do a lot of things with her hair so maybe 'flexible' too...She kinda makes bad puns but i guess that makes her punny as well..." "Likes? Hmmm...she has yet to do a daytime heist so 'moonlit walks' would count. 'Pesto Fettucini' would be her favorite food. She never sticks to a schedule and her plans never seem to involve anything more than once so I guess 'spontaneous, out of the blue activites' would suit her." "Preferences?" Shear blushed. "She never did mention whether she wanted mares or stallions. Let me see, 'Dom, interested in bondage, light BDSM, and skintight suits.'" "Other than appearance, what do other people notice about you? 'Unbridled self confidence.'" "Things your friends says about you?....does she even have friends? I guess she is a softie deep inside." "Thing you are most passionate about? Hmmm, she hates it when her plans fail so 'when everything falls in place.'" ...It took him two days just to answer everything. The Present With a sheepish smile, Wind shear tried to answer his boss, but he was distracted by a figure on the video feed slowly approaching her. "Hey boss, just a heads up. I've got one incoming bearing three three zero. I think it's a mare, but it's hard to tell with this fuzzy video. I'm switching to another feed. You should have visual in 5." What they saw both stunned them into silence. It was a blue mare, with a disheveled silver mane, alluring cerise eyes, and a smile that could match the Mane-iac's. "Where's the camera?" asked Mane-iac. "The feed is coming from beside you now, boss. Why?" The Mane-iac hastily wrote down something and held it up to the camera. Wind Shear chuckled. "You did say you like tying people up, boss. And I think you're a good match for each other since it looks like you suf....enjoy your insanity. So, uhm, enjoy the night while I try to look for someplace to hide from your wrath. Don't worry, I'll be there to break you out if ever you get arrested.Bye!" Author's Note And this here is my oc, Wind Shear ReflectionAh hope yer out there listening. Ah know people will say 'Ah did good.' They'll say 'You're parents would be so proud.' Ah'm not gonna question that, But there's something that has been bugging me all these years. You always wanted me to be the best ah could be, But without you here to guide me, It seems that life just hands me problem after problem. Ah've done what I could, done what Ah should My question now, Does this mean that Ah'm still good? Author's Note Sometimes life makes us do things that we wish we never would. Sometimes, we don't have a choice. Whether you choose to or not, you still have to accept it, and live with it. Sometimes those choices hurt though..It's even worse if what you did goes against the notion of what is good. The Sound of SilenceAfter so many nights spent in clubs, Lights blazing, crowds partying, A healthy dose of wubs, Tonight was the time for relaxing. A concert of lights, The sound of silence, The time was right, For a show that would fill her essence. It started with hues of red and green, Waves of light dancing, A brilliant sight to be seen, The aurora was blooming. Vinyl stood in awe, Quiet for what seemed an eternity, She watched nature draw, With a feeling of sweet serenity. Author's Note Haiku (featuring my favorite earth pony) Mane so radiant red, Sparkling emerald green eyes, Cherry Jubilee. The Spot The Spot The cool wind gently caressed her, whispering promises of serenity, Grass so fresh and green dancing with the breeze, Blue skies that stretched for eternity, Here, she was at ease. No burden of the crown, No need to put on a mask, No trace of a frown, No pressures of a task. Peace she has found, If only for an hour, Nothing but peace all around, In this world so dour. Author's Note The King ReturnsThe end of Equestria was coming. The elements of harmony were bound and broken. The magic of Celestia, Luna and Cadence drained. All of their friends were either unconscious, or restrained. The necromancers had begun their chanting. Spellforms drawn in blood glowed. Crystals sprouted from the ground. A dark mass started coalescing. Sinister magic bound with blood, metal, and crystal. The tyrant's time to return had come. From the swirling shadows, a figure came forth. King. Ruler. Tyrant. Murderer. Sombra A lone druid approached the altar, kneeling. "Your regalia, my King." After puttiing on his crown, armor, and cape, King Sombra approached the dais, ready to address his followers and his slaves. No one has heard his voice in over a millenia. His spirit form when he first returned did not do justice to his omnipresent, commanding voice. Now, all of Equestria would hear his voice. Sombra looked out to the masses with a sinister grin. His voice would bring jubilation! Infinite celebrations would be held! The day has come! Sombra spoke, "Thank you very much." The crowd went wild. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! THE KING HAS RETURNED!!!" Sombra just smiled. Equestria did not end. Now, the bigger task of resurrecting The Beefuls was at hand. Author's Note Yeah, you have to be a little older to understand this fic. Free FallingAfter a long, arduous climb, both of you were out of breath. It was the golden hour, where the sun would caress everything it touched with its warm, golden touch. Hovering from this height, one could see the ends of Equestria, a landscape spun in liquid gold. The sight before you though, paled in comparison to the beauty of the pony beside you. Her breathing was a siren's song, and it called out to you, inviting you, enrapturing you with cute little squeaks. She was sweating profusely, but it did little to tarnish her beauty. It was as if her sweat was the water of life, giving her body an alluring glow as it cascaded down her. She looked at you and smiled. It was rapture. It was heaven. But it was not over yet. You gave her a nod, and she gives you a wink, and you both embrace. Both of you tucked in your wings and let gravity slowly envelop you. Both of you free falling, you look into her. Her rose colored eyes conveyed all that you needed to know. She trusted you. Her heart was yours, and in giving herself to you, she placed her life on your hooves. It would be you who would spread your wings, ensuring that this embrace would not be a plunge into nothingness. The rush of falling could never compare to the exhilarating experience of being with her. She was yours now. She was, and forever will be, your Cloudchaser. Author's Note If You Could Only See"She's such a slob!" "How obnoxious!" "How could she choose someone so uncouth!" "Dear, I'm sure you can find better. Someone that has the same stature as you. Your marefriend is just so..." Octavia woke with a start. Her sheets were damp with sweat. Octavia shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Another bad dream." She got out of bed, and slowly trotted to where Vinyl was sleeping. Vinyl Scratch. A mare that was sure to evoke reactions and comments from anyone. Octavia stared at the sleeping mare, catching all the tiny details. Her wild, unkempt mane. Her drool. Her very loud snore. The way she rancidly stank after two days of partying and no baths in between. Octavia sighed. She never did like Vinyl's music, but one song stood out. Recalling the lyrics, Octavia smiled. She started humming, and, feeling elated, quietly sang. "If only you could see the way she loves me, then maybe you will understand, why I feel this way about our love..." Author's Note Was inspired by the song "If You Could Only See." I just imagined Octavia waking up after having a bad dream about people telling her how bad Vinyl is to her. After seeing Vinyl and doing a little thinking, she sees that Vinyl's love for her is one of a kind, and she will fight for it.
Hey Boss!Her earpiece crackled to life. "Hey boss, you okay? You've been pretty quiet for the past fifteen minutes or so," asked Wind Shear, the Mane-iac's right hoof pony. "I haven't done anything like this in a while....I'm kind of nervous actually," replied Mane-iac. "You? Nervous? You can handle all of the Power Ponies at the same time, make grand speeches, and you ooze this delectable hotness all over you,and you're nervous?" "Yes. What makes me even more nervous is I have no idea what you put in my dating profile." "...Oh." 1 Week Earlier "I know Boss is crazy, but this seems to beyond crazy," mused Wind Shear. Wind Shear, the former weather pony, was never prepared for this. He never saw himself being the top henchpony of Maretropolis' number one villain. He started out as a weather pony, but his main passion lay in making crazy devices. It was the Mane-iac who saw his potential, and it was he who helped her develop and plan her more outrageous schemes and contraptions. The pay was good, and since he only stayed in the sidelines helping her plan her schemes and invent her devices, he avoided arrests. Never did he imagine helping her with this new request though. Never did he imagine he would be asked to create a dating profile for his boss. "Stengths? Hmmm....We'll she does monologue a lot so I guess I can put in 'outspoken and well versed'....She can do a lot of things with her hair so maybe 'flexible' too...She kinda makes bad puns but i guess that makes her punny as well..." "Likes? Hmmm...she has yet to do a daytime heist so 'moonlit walks' would count. 'Pesto Fettucini' would be her favorite food. She never sticks to a schedule and her plans never seem to involve anything more than once so I guess 'spontaneous, out of the blue activites' would suit her." "Preferences?" Shear blushed. "She never did mention whether she wanted mares or stallions. Let me see, 'Dom, interested in bondage, light BDSM, and skintight suits.'" "Other than appearance, what do other people notice about you? 'Unbridled self confidence.'" "Things your friends says about you?....does she even have friends? I guess she is a softie deep inside." "Thing you are most passionate about? Hmmm, she hates it when her plans fail so 'when everything falls in place.'" ...It took him two days just to answer everything. The Present With a sheepish smile, Wind shear tried to answer his boss, but he was distracted by a figure on the video feed slowly approaching her. "Hey boss, just a heads up. I've got one incoming bearing three three zero. I think it's a mare, but it's hard to tell with this fuzzy video. I'm switching to another feed. You should have visual in 5." What they saw both stunned them into silence. It was a blue mare, with a disheveled silver mane, alluring cerise eyes, and a smile that could match the Mane-iac's. "Where's the camera?" asked Mane-iac. "The feed is coming from beside you now, boss. Why?" The Mane-iac hastily wrote down something and held it up to the camera. Wind Shear chuckled. "You did say you like tying people up, boss. And I think you're a good match for each other since it looks like you suf....enjoy your insanity. So, uhm, enjoy the night while I try to look for someplace to hide from your wrath. Don't worry, I'll be there to break you out if ever you get arrested.Bye!" Author's Note And this here is my oc, Wind Shear
ReflectionAh hope yer out there listening. Ah know people will say 'Ah did good.' They'll say 'You're parents would be so proud.' Ah'm not gonna question that, But there's something that has been bugging me all these years. You always wanted me to be the best ah could be, But without you here to guide me, It seems that life just hands me problem after problem. Ah've done what I could, done what Ah should My question now, Does this mean that Ah'm still good? Author's Note Sometimes life makes us do things that we wish we never would. Sometimes, we don't have a choice. Whether you choose to or not, you still have to accept it, and live with it. Sometimes those choices hurt though..It's even worse if what you did goes against the notion of what is good.
The Sound of SilenceAfter so many nights spent in clubs, Lights blazing, crowds partying, A healthy dose of wubs, Tonight was the time for relaxing. A concert of lights, The sound of silence, The time was right, For a show that would fill her essence. It started with hues of red and green, Waves of light dancing, A brilliant sight to be seen, The aurora was blooming. Vinyl stood in awe, Quiet for what seemed an eternity, She watched nature draw, With a feeling of sweet serenity. Author's Note
Haiku (featuring my favorite earth pony) Mane so radiant red, Sparkling emerald green eyes, Cherry Jubilee.
The Spot The Spot The cool wind gently caressed her, whispering promises of serenity, Grass so fresh and green dancing with the breeze, Blue skies that stretched for eternity, Here, she was at ease. No burden of the crown, No need to put on a mask, No trace of a frown, No pressures of a task. Peace she has found, If only for an hour, Nothing but peace all around, In this world so dour. Author's Note
The King ReturnsThe end of Equestria was coming. The elements of harmony were bound and broken. The magic of Celestia, Luna and Cadence drained. All of their friends were either unconscious, or restrained. The necromancers had begun their chanting. Spellforms drawn in blood glowed. Crystals sprouted from the ground. A dark mass started coalescing. Sinister magic bound with blood, metal, and crystal. The tyrant's time to return had come. From the swirling shadows, a figure came forth. King. Ruler. Tyrant. Murderer. Sombra A lone druid approached the altar, kneeling. "Your regalia, my King." After puttiing on his crown, armor, and cape, King Sombra approached the dais, ready to address his followers and his slaves. No one has heard his voice in over a millenia. His spirit form when he first returned did not do justice to his omnipresent, commanding voice. Now, all of Equestria would hear his voice. Sombra looked out to the masses with a sinister grin. His voice would bring jubilation! Infinite celebrations would be held! The day has come! Sombra spoke, "Thank you very much." The crowd went wild. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! THE KING HAS RETURNED!!!" Sombra just smiled. Equestria did not end. Now, the bigger task of resurrecting The Beefuls was at hand. Author's Note Yeah, you have to be a little older to understand this fic.
Free FallingAfter a long, arduous climb, both of you were out of breath. It was the golden hour, where the sun would caress everything it touched with its warm, golden touch. Hovering from this height, one could see the ends of Equestria, a landscape spun in liquid gold. The sight before you though, paled in comparison to the beauty of the pony beside you. Her breathing was a siren's song, and it called out to you, inviting you, enrapturing you with cute little squeaks. She was sweating profusely, but it did little to tarnish her beauty. It was as if her sweat was the water of life, giving her body an alluring glow as it cascaded down her. She looked at you and smiled. It was rapture. It was heaven. But it was not over yet. You gave her a nod, and she gives you a wink, and you both embrace. Both of you tucked in your wings and let gravity slowly envelop you. Both of you free falling, you look into her. Her rose colored eyes conveyed all that you needed to know. She trusted you. Her heart was yours, and in giving herself to you, she placed her life on your hooves. It would be you who would spread your wings, ensuring that this embrace would not be a plunge into nothingness. The rush of falling could never compare to the exhilarating experience of being with her. She was yours now. She was, and forever will be, your Cloudchaser. Author's Note
If You Could Only See"She's such a slob!" "How obnoxious!" "How could she choose someone so uncouth!" "Dear, I'm sure you can find better. Someone that has the same stature as you. Your marefriend is just so..." Octavia woke with a start. Her sheets were damp with sweat. Octavia shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Another bad dream." She got out of bed, and slowly trotted to where Vinyl was sleeping. Vinyl Scratch. A mare that was sure to evoke reactions and comments from anyone. Octavia stared at the sleeping mare, catching all the tiny details. Her wild, unkempt mane. Her drool. Her very loud snore. The way she rancidly stank after two days of partying and no baths in between. Octavia sighed. She never did like Vinyl's music, but one song stood out. Recalling the lyrics, Octavia smiled. She started humming, and, feeling elated, quietly sang. "If only you could see the way she loves me, then maybe you will understand, why I feel this way about our love..." Author's Note Was inspired by the song "If You Could Only See." I just imagined Octavia waking up after having a bad dream about people telling her how bad Vinyl is to her. After seeing Vinyl and doing a little thinking, she sees that Vinyl's love for her is one of a kind, and she will fight for it.
