Phoenix Flair

First off, dunno if this goes in the general discussion area, but it seemed like the roleplay area is just for roleplays and recruitment, so I'll try and stick this here. Anyway, I'm a writer. Have been since I was six, and I love it. I also love the idea of collabing with another aspiring author, though I haven't worked up the nerve to do it yet. But I don't get roleplays. I mean, what's the point of it? You don't create any story that you could have other people read. it's too long and unprofessional for that. And how do you reconcile the disparity in skill level? The roleplays I've read are like patchworks with all the different styles and tenses and POV's mushed together. How can you make a cohesive story with all these different people going about it different ways? And how do you agree on where the plot goes? Do you just go with whatever your partners drudge up? Is there a way to tell someone that their idea is rubbish, or that their character is WAY too overpowered? I've always imagined a roleplay like when little kids play superheroes, you know? You start off picking your one power and then not ten minutes into the game someone else wants to add flight, and then everyone else wants a second power, and someone else wants a third until at the end everyone's Superman and the game is complete chaos. I guess the main question is: How do you balance that many egos and different personalities in a roleplay?

I don't really see it as a horrible mess. It's a challenge, yes, but what's life without a little hell? I can get through it just fine, and I'm proud that I'll never give in.

Unfavorite: Group projects. I don't trust other people to be smart, or to work hard. Because if I do, they usually don't. Favorite: Now that I'm in college, class sizes are huge, so I can just get lost in a herd or students. Try and call on me now, Professor!

Oh god. Now I just wanna watch Mrs. Doubtfire and cry. Miss you loads, Robin Williams. Rest in peace and god bless.

Dude, the red bits around the eyes are pretty freakin' freaky. I love it! >

I've never been formally diagnosed, but my mom is positive I have mild aspergers, which is probably true, but I think it's more likely I have social anxiety disorder. Today I sat on the couch, trying to calm myself and coach myself, for about forty five minutes, before I made a phone call, and when I'm talking to people directly, I get so scared that I dig my nails into my wrist. When I finally get out of there I look like I've been attacked by a cat. I think I hide it well, though. I'm fairly sure no one really knows how freaking lost I am in social situations, and I'm happy about that. I dunno if it's necessarily something that's "wrong" with me, though. I mean, who's to say what's "right" anyway? Hard to see it like, that, though.

The only comic I still like is Zits. And the old Charlie Brown re-runs, if they've got them. Oh sweet nostalgia.

Nice to meet you, Fluttershy927! Always good to see a new face. What's My Little Pony Con, though? Is it like BronyCon or something?

I'm waiting for the animal hospital I applied to to call me so I can set up a working interview. I guess I'm kind of also waiting for my roommate to come back from her trip.

Well, I don't really hate anyone, especially because I made a rule for myself that you shouldn't be so harsh on people you've never met. So I would never say that I hate Obama or even Hitler. But... I do hate people who are my rivals. I know that sounds really petty, because to be honest I'm a very petty person deep down. I usually don't call those feelings hate, though, because I don't want to be so conclusive. I usually think to myself: I can't stand Devon! Instead of: Man, I hate that kid! Anyway, rivals would be people who are working towards my same goal using methods that I look down on. For example, Devon was this kid in my AP European History class who wouldn't shut up about anything. He always acted like he was smarter than everyone else, and just kept talking in class, even though I know for a fact he scored well below A's on all his tests. One time I was unlucky enough to be put into a partnership with him, and we had to play the role of France in the first UN meeting and lay out our priorities, and he was all "First of all, we want to pay the US back for all the money they loaned us." Excuse me? Obvious US priority, genius! What the heck do we want to pay the US back for? Lazy butts hardly helped at all. So I had to go, all timidly, "Umm, actually, INTELLIGENT ANSWER." You should have seen this kid! One time our teacher asked for suggestions to make the class better, and Devon said, looking straight at me, "Well, I think some people in this class need to participate more, so we can have better discussions." What?! Participate more! Well excuse me for being shy, and excuse you for leaving NO ROOM to participate with your stupid comments that are always WRONG! And he was so freaking smug about it, like he had the right to talk trash about me when I (secretly) had the highest grade in the class, and much higher than his pathetic little...! You know, I think it's safe to say that I really did hate that kid. So anyway. Rivals. Yes. I hate stuck up rivals. And apparently I have some very pent up issues with them. Sorry for ranting.

Thanks! It's the first time I've ever made a purely aesthetic piece.

Like I said, I ain't the best at painting, but the finished project didn't turn out so bad. Hope next time I can do a bit better, and make my pony a bit taller. I don't quite like how she turned out to be all squat and whatnot. Opinions?