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Why @@Seamore Sandwich, I think you are trying to seduce me! But on a serious note, I may give this a try, though it may be taxing to try and write TWO Alicorn ideas in one go and draw them up when I am still not able to finish my other drawings lol. Still, may be worth while. Seemed Bashful Thread / Scissor Biter worked well enough for Changelings, so maybe I can pull off a second Alicorn which is an unrestricted attempt (The one I am currently working on is a personal challenge of taking everything people hate about Alicorn OCs and popularly hated bits and see if I can build an OC that isn't face-desk worthy on sight). So what are some of the things you are looking over when you first think of a GOOD Alicorn character?

@@Blitz Boom, Hope you're having a good time as you're away for the weekend

@@Loud Opinion Watching Gold Dust's expressions change as he discussed his father. There it was, that perfect moment, that fondness, that reason Bashful Thread sat here. It was a taste and a texture he only wish he could savour longer, but it was all about moderation, closing his eyes and he breathed in the flavour in the air he felt only he could appreciate. Love. Love for family, love of a son to his parent, that was always a wonderful taste. That moment could go on forever, and Bashful would find himself completely content. It's a magic all unto it's own, a strength that comes from the heart and given so freely. So it almost felt like a cruel tragedy when the waiter delivered the new tea, placing it down at the edge of the table, a spoon placed on it's saucer clinking and breaking that one moment. Those wonderous moments of beautiful tranquility were too rare, and often missed when you didn't look for them as he did. That's a simple part of his nature though, a truth of what he was. For now though, he was a simple tailor, sitting and meeting a new friend, hearing him talk about his father, with such pride and tenderness of an old moment. A warm smile crept on Bashful's lips when he reached out with his hoof to pick up the new tea, and he inhaled the freshly steeping tea's aruma again. Perfect. "I have no doubt he was a good colt. There's always something about people when you know they were brought up by good loving parents. I hope you love him deeply, it's a strong bond worth keeping as long as you can."

@@Loud Opinion Bashful Thread looked across the table to Gold Dust for a moment, letting himself process the 'marketing' angle. He tried to force a smile. "I guess it's ok. I hope I will see it. I saw Canterlot once, but that was a short trip. Mother brought us, my brother and sisters I mean... It was, memorable, if not a little short, but that's ok. We were together, that's all that mattered." He couldn't help but think of Mother, and there was always a fondness. She kept him safe during storms, under her wing. They were never far from his heart and his thoughts, and it always brought a warmth, if not the tiniest taste of dread. Some times, their help wasn't exactly what he thought he needed... "The joys of being from a big family, right? But I love them all. What about you, Gold Dust? Do you have any family?" Bringing the cup to his muzzle, he tipped it to his lips, feeling the slightly warm tea press against his lips. Placing it back down, he sighed a bit.

Ok, right out of the gate: Nighttide Whisper: Prince (Yes we're going for a colt) of Fevered Dreams (We're going to encroach him on Luna Territory, because we're gonna tie him into the Nightmare Moon plot) The reason he breaks the fourth wall is because as the Prince of Fevered Dreams, he is put into bouts of madness. In fact, his dark secret is that he is indirectly responsible for Luna becoming Nightmare Moon. I think that's enough face-palm to work with. So here's the question: Do you think we can turn this core concept and execute it in a way that could go from face-desk to kinda awesome?

@@Loud Opinion "I don't know why, that just seems to be crushingly disappointing..." Bashful couldn't even try to feign it. He would hear stories of the big city, that of high society, of busy streets and towering structures that stand as monoliths to the greatness of the city itself. To hear this pony speak of it so made things just a little less hopeful. Pushing his tea to the side, he raised a hoof sheepishly to the waiter. "Another cup of tea please!" The waiter smiled and nodded, making a passing remark on how Bashful never seems to actually drink his tea. There was an awkward silence after that, where Bashful Thread continued to dwell on what Dust had mentioned. Bashful couldn't understand why it stung as it did, but he knew it did. Feeling along his pockets, he looked through his pockets, and pulled out a few gems and placed them on the table. "I guess it will never be as good as you hope, you hear the stories and you expect it to be everything the stories say, but it's always better in your imagination." Taking hold of the spoon he began to stir the cooling tea in front of him as he waited for another cup.

I don't know if ya went too far. Currently trying to look over it for something to work with inside the post, but that's about my only complaint. Give me a few to work it out.

@@Loud Opinion Bashful Thread's ears dropped down at the comment about the evil laugh. "I didn't mean to come off as ominous. I was just meaning that I think it's good you came out here..." The timid pony looked down at his tea again, and let out a soft sigh. Taking the beret from his lap, he placed it back upon his head. "... and I couldn't do an evil laugh if I tried. I'm... not what you would call intimidating." It was tough for him not to choke on his own words. The last statement was an out right lie, not because he wanted to be intimidating, but history has proven time and time again that a part of him scared others, and even himself. It's one of the reasons he came here, to forget and simply 'be' a part of the community of Ponyville, watching it go on and taking in those small pleasures of a simple life. Maybe Dust wouldn't be able to tell the difference between his nerves and the lie, after all, it all was rooted from the same mess. "Too much architecture? All uniform? I would have thought the city was a buzz with excitment. All those people gathered around, going about their day to day, something exciting has to pop up very quickly. I was told it was a fast city. Not like here...:"

@@Loud Opinion "Black Sheep of the Gold family? You look like you have enough gold on you, I don't see the black... or wool for that matter." Trying to force a smile, trying to warm to the newcomer to his table. Gold Dust's posture changed drastically, like something caught him off guard. What was he thinking about? Clearly he was at least for a moment, uncomfortable, almost mirroring an expression that Bashful Thread had done more than a few times. "I've never been to Manehattan. Spent more time in small towns, everyone is just so much more joyful and caring here! Maybe, maybe it's good you're here then, a fresh start. Everyone needs it after a while. I.. I know I do. It's like wearing a new suit. The clothes make the pony after all, and you can re-make yourself. Ponyville is a good place for that." Bashful Thread started looking at his tea, seeing his reflection in it. "Yea... It's a good place for it. So... What is Manehattan like?"

This has been stuck on infinite loop for the past four hours as I am RPing my OC and making the new signature:

Consider it this way, if by some mistake Bashful needs to shift (Shouldnt happen in this RP) several times in a single scene, wouldnt ya like to know what you are talking to at any given time? Look forward to your response.

@@Loud Opinion I change the speech font up to indicate what he is saying, but because of what Bashful is, I need to make it clear to a casual observer what they are talking to. In that font he's presenting as Bashful Thread. It's a habit from another RP, because sometimes he needs to shift and I want it to be clear in what form he is speaking in. Bashful in italics gives something that seems higher pitched, the colour of his coat being the colour of his text. It's different if he was presenting as Scissor Biter, or maybe if he was mimicing another player, it lets me borrow more than just their writing style. It also has the benefit for those who are just skim-reading to not miss dialog.

I don't think it would be too much of a bother so long as it doesn't turn into effective action. Right now, this is just a conversation But yeah, if MiniKirby thinks it's too much, I'll gladly be wrong.

@@Loud Opinion, "Good Company?" Bashful reached up and took off his beret, placing it on his lap and letting the messy dark green mane reveal itself and all it's 'glory'. "Um, I guess. I-I don't mean to be nervous, it's just... Well, nopony comes up and sits with me. I'm just enjoying a tea, not trying to bother anypony. Maybe you could say I am just trying to get away from the quiet." Bashful shifted a bit on that last statement. It was the quiet that let him focus on himself, the introvert he normally was, and he was still recovering from his encounter with another stranger, and some of the things he saw, especially in himself. Don't focus on that! he would tell himself. He was interacting with a new person, it was a good time to practice. "I've just been doing a lot of thinking about m-my family. Haven't seen Mother in some time, I know she's busy, and she tries to make time for us, but it's been hard lately. Things just don't work out like you hope, I guess. At least I have some friends to stay with, making a living as a tailor, though I am a bit of an apprentice. It's... Oh, I am so sorry, I am jabbering on. I do that when I get nervous, I guess. It's not every day I see a Pegasus. A-are you from Cloudsdale?" Maybe it would be best to let Gold Dust do the talking. He definitely seemed more confident in his own skin,

Ok, so after a discussion broke out about what people hated about OCs, I thought it would be fun to purposely build an OC based on what everyone hated, and trying to spin it a way to make it interesting. I am likely to fall flat on my face on this one, but I figured I ask for some consensus. So far, the two biggest prominent features are it has to be an Alicorn, and it has to feature Black and Red as core colour palette, so that has some of the visuals down. What else could we do and try to reverse engineer a three denominational character out of it (The WORST way to build an OC). But just to make it interesting, I want a curve ball from some of the community. First Three suggestions of what you commonly HATE about some OCs, and let's see if I can find a way to make it interesting rather that face-desk soul-crushingly bad. Expect this to fail gloriously!

@@Loud Opinion Shame Bashful can't enjoy them with you. @@Loud Opinion, Just curious, what gives Gold Dust that impression that Bashful is sinister? I'd like to elaborate on why Dust acts the way he does, and trying to understand his thought process in how he came to that conclusion?

@@Blitz Boom It was exquisite, even if it was of broken spirits. Why had he held back so long? In the halls he trotted forward, feeling the cold stone under his hoofs, hear the dripping of moisture from the roof to the rock below, that taste of mold in the air, and the band of prisoners now tasting freedom. That rush was adrenaline, was filling him like fuel, their emotions felt like a torrent compared to the tiny amount he allowed himself for months now. It's always been for feeding his sisters and brothers, but now, now it was all his. Peering into the dark, there was something else. At first he thought Giddon got ahead of him somehow, but the figure was leaner, and it's walk was all different. Another Griffon? Inside his own head, Scissor Biter tried to regain himself. It's a struggle to find yourself in your own heart when it is filled with the chattering of billions of family. Something no pony really understands, for Scissor Biter, for Bashful Thread, you can be anyone, but you are a part of something bigger, a family, a swarm, trying to maintain an idea of 'Self' becomes all to difficult. Scissor Biter may be a coward, but his family made him stronger, tapping into that instinct, that hive mind. Every time he went into it though, he lost his reason, the ability to ask questions, independent thought. Instead, he had to dig to 'come back'. Right now, he may look like a large Pegasus, but inside he was a drone, an extension of a larger consciousness, operating on parameters, and without hesitation throwing himself at whatever objective was given. Scissor Biter moved as instinct dictated, rushing forward to intercept this" griffon cultist". There was however, that tiny voice, that pleading to stop, to get the prisoners and himself out of here, trying to push through the scraping and the skittering and the sound of wings. That beautiful voice that calmed him during storms, Mother, in his heart, but her hold was not finished. Inside himself he pleaded with the voice that wouldn't let him go, but he was so small. Even if he shown himself to be a powerful pony, he was just so small on the inside.

@@Loud Opinion Bashful Thread sat at the small elegant table, with his tea sitting before him still steaming. He watched the small crowds passing by, occasionally playing with one of the many pins in his beret, taking in the scenes, the sight of people gathering and enjoying one another's company, the smell of the tea and baking goods, the taste of morning dew on the back of the throat, and the warmth of the morning sun. It's all about the simple joys really, taking in the scenery, the companionship. And it appeared one of those little joys would be approaching him, a Pegasus walking towards him. Taking up the cup of tea, Bashful Thread inhaled the aroma deeply, but as the pony came closer he found himself shaking a bit, getting nervous. Trying to calm down, he put down the cup, and tried to make eye contact, even a smile even if it was nervous. "Um... Hi. N-No, the seat isn't taken... My name is Bashful Thread... What's yours?" Bashful's eyes started to watch in small glances the individual. Yellow mane, beautiful sky blue, even an ornate jewel around the hoof. What was most peculiar was the Cutie Mark, a broken crown... You could tell a lot from a pony's cutie mark, but this one wasn't as direct. It was more the body language that told a bit of the story, but it was still tough to look up to this pony. Still, there are some instincts you can't shake though, and some habits that you never break.

@@Loud Opinion, Not at all Don't worry about it, I keep myself open, though I will admit I don't post every day. Mostly it's because I try to make sure what I write is competent, and I am my own worst critic lol