Silver Note

I'm really bad at this type of thing... 20? Sorry if I'm totally wrong.

HUGS. Lots of hugs.

I'm frikin' 5'0. I'm pretty sure I'm the shortest person to post here. ...Welp, thanks for making me feel better about myself. People do that to me all the time too, don't worry. Granted, I'm only 13 1/2, but still... Dang it, puberty, make me 6'0 like the rest of my family!

I'm near sighted, so I have glasses so I can see far away. I have no problem doing things like reading. Glasses for life!

DĺA ROSETTA THE VOICE One month prior: Día Rosetta had never had the best of luck. No job, no stable home, no allies but the ones she had worked for herself. That was until one day, a voice entered her head. Hello? Rosetta ignored the noise of her own head. It was her mind playing tricks on her head after all, wasn’t it? Hello? Día Rosetta moved from Ponyville to the big, loud city to silence the voice asking the same question over and over again. She knew it wasn’t real. It would go away once she got there. Hello? Finally, she had had enough. "Who are you?" Rosetta screamed, flinging her wings out to each side. You can hear me? Rosetta shook in surprise. She hadn't anticipated the voice would answer back. You can hear me? the voice repeated. “...Y-yes,” Rosetta stammered. Good. Now, listen to me. You’re not going to understand any of this, so I just need you to do what I ask. “Wha-” Don’t resist. “Wait! I-” She froze. She could feel her hooves growing numb below her, the feeling slowly climbing up her legs. “What are you doing to me?” Rosetta exclaimed. She could feel her muscles moving without her consent. The voice was controlling her. Día Rosetta’s intuition told her what to do. She dove into her mind, fighting off the feeling quickly heading towards her brain. Taking a breath, she seemingly shouted into her own mind. GET OUT OF MY HEAD! The spreading numbness retreated. Rosetta breathed a sigh of relief. In the back of her brain, she could almost feel the voice's approval. You're strong. That's good. “So... who are you, anyway?” The name’s Linneri. Pack your bags. We're leaving.

SILVER NOTE @Denim&Venom "Dang, that thing is cool!" Silver said, motioning towards Ruby's electric guitar. "I don't have one yet, but I do play guitar. May I?" @HexDex "Ehh, sounds fun," Silver said, less enthusiastic as she had been previously. "I'd just have to ask my sister... Dang it." She paused, thinking. "Oh! Heck, wait!" She jumped up, her horn glowing. "Do you have a quill and some paper? Nevermind, I have some." The quill flew rapidly across the paper. In no time, Silver had written a small note. Putting the quill down, she shut her eyes, concentrating on the letter. In a small burst of blue light, the letter disappeared. "Alright, my friend Kiwi Cookie should take care if it." She smiled. "I'm in!" @Techno Universal Silver Note nodded, a bit suspicious of the story, but impressed nonetheless. "Dang, that's cool. And, although I wouldn't wear the cape onstage, I like them! They're fluffy."

I'm okay with this...

Sorry I never got back to you; I went to bed. Alright, I start a sketch of your OC and show it to you when I'm done. You can tell me anything that I need to fix, and then I'll move onto outlining and coloring it. Sorry if it takes a little while; school's the worst.

Hey, I'm the same way. My logic says it's better to help others than myself... which might not be entirely true. I think that it's a good thing that you're making those life advice forums and talking about this kind of stuff here. If there's any place to talk about feelings, better to do it on the internet where they can't see you cry! I mean, what? Dont worry about it, though. It's amazing that you're so dedicated towards helping others, while still taking care of yourself on forums like these.

Heck, don't we all? And aren't we all wrong? I think I'm a little fat, while everyone else says I'm as skinny as a twig. No, I swear I don't have Anorexia. You might think you're ugly, but face it, our perception of ourselves is a bit screwed. So look at it this way. If you're religious, God thinks your beautiful, and that's what matters. If you're not religious, then, no matter what you hear from others, someone out there things you're beautiful. May it be someone in your family or someone you don't even know exists. Hey, if someone can say you're ugly and you can believe it, why can't someone say you're beautiful, too? Also, side note, my little brother has Autism too!

I could try and draw him if you want! I hand draw things, no digital drawing skills here, but I can still draw nonetheless. Here's an example of my armature drawing abilities: I'm not the best, but I'd be happy to try.

Hey, don't worry about it; that was me for the longest time. I have a pretty active imagination, so, as a kid, I was always thinking of new characters. I could write, but it just took too much time. I wanted to draw. After years and years, I finally can draw. Basically, I found this Youtuber called TheOdd1sOut, and I liked his artstyle. So I drew my own little interpretation of it. Now, after maybe a month, my style is still evolving and changing. Now, it looks almost nothing like his style. All you need, Wii, is perseverance.

I admit it, this was a great idea for a thread. Alright, now seriously. I admit it. I'm an extrovert. I like people. I have a bunch of friends. But I hate making new friends. I have so many inside jokes, layers of understanding, and all that with the people I know that if I meet someone new, I have no idea what to say or how to interact. This means that I'm left in a tight click. Clicks aren't always that good, because if someone is in desperate need of a person to talk to... Tough luck. I admit it. I'm fading out of liking MLP. Le gasp! Heck, I know. I love the show and everything, I just don't have as much time as I did a year ago. Come back, seventh grade... Yup, I'm only in eighth grade. I am aware that life gets harder. No need to remind me. I admit it, I'm really frikin' sensitive. I'm just pretty good at hiding my emotions. Just kidding. I'm not. Ha, remember that time I started crying in science for literally no reason? That was fun. I hate myself for how sensitive I am all the time. No, I don't go around bursting out in tears. I can hide that as much as as any normal human. Things just effect me more internally than they should. I don't know why, I hate it, but it happens. I've always envied those people who have a face of stone; who can become completely emotionless in an instant. They're lucky. So yeah. I admit it. I'm flawed. Hurrah.

SILVER NOTE Silver Note took a moment to answer, distracted by the stallion’s large, bat-like wings. "It's alright, I've got it," she said finally, trotting inside and down to the basement. A smile spread across her face. So many instruments... “Silver, you’re fanfillying over music again,” she mumbled to herself, setting her instruments down in the center of the room. Silver Note glanced around the room, noticing the other ponies around her. Another bat like pony, a pony with flowing blue hair who she’d seen around ponyville before, and the gray pony upstairs. Was that it? Alright then. Silver caught the two other ponies staring at her. She was suddenly conscious of the age gap. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea... “So... hey. I’m Silver Note,” she said, turning to the other ponies in the basement. “You two are?”

SILVER NOTE ROSE THORN “Hey, what’s that?” Silver Note asked, skipping over to a fallen paper on the ground. “Looks like a flyer,” her cousin said blatantly. “Well, duh, Rosie. I know that now. Hey, band for hire? Sounds fun!” “Unless it’s a scam to abduct little fillies and--” “--And no. I’m not a filly. I’m a mare...” “...Barely...” “...And I can handle myself,” Silver finished. Rosie sighed. “Just be careful. Not everyone is as nice as you are.” “Girl, I’m from Manehattan. You’ve never even been to the city.” Silver Note laughed. “Imma go grab some stuff. Cya tonight!” ~~~~~~~~ Silver Note marched out of her aunt and uncle’s house with a trail of instruments behind her, all enveloped in her light blue magic. “Guitar, amp, electric guitar, ukulele, capo, picks... I think I’ve got everything! What was the address again?” she mumbled to herself. “Oh, heck, it’s right there,” she laughed, heading towards the house practically caked in a colorful display of band advertisements. Silver approached the door, suddenly self conscious of her parade of instruments. She knocked. A moment of chaos and clattering resonated from the other side of the door before the door creaked open. "...Hello. Is this where the band is?"

Alright, here you go! Sorry for the bad lighting and stuff. Hope your friend likes it.

Cool, I'll finish it and show you the result!

Alright, here's the cutie amen, color scheme, and the pony with the cutie mark. Alright, am I good to go?