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[♔Voltaire♔]

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"Hey Jax, Look! Visitors!"

"Yeah, kid, I see em'. Welcome to the Hallmark Holiday Booth; come chill for awhile beautiful~"

"Jaaaaaax.... Sorry about him, he's a bit of a skirt-chaser... a shocker he wanted to run this booth honestly! Well, I guess the booth's name says all. Here, we can talk about the times we've been dumped, rejected, or even ignored when professing our love to another. Of course, everyone experiences heartbreak, so here we can all come together and comfort each other!"

"And don't worry, if you need someone to hold you I don't mind. Might just give ya some conversation hearts if you're brave enough to snuggle up."

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Prompts released every 48 hours at the Hallmark Holiday booth. Prompts will have their end
date listed on the opening post. All prompts end at 5pm EST on their listed end date. Every entry
will receive a participation award, and the top three entries will receive a higher reward.

Both art and writing are accepted. You may do one or the other. The minimum size for art is a
headshot, and the minimum level is lined. The minimum word count for writing is 250 words. This is
the word counter that will be used for judging. Any entries below these requirements will
be disqualified for their respective day!

The current prompt is:
Sometimes the person you've fallen for just... doesn't get it.
Has that ever happened to you, and if so, let's talk about it.
Let's mend some lonely hearts yeah?

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[♔Voltaire♔]

DAY ONE OPEN !!



Prompt:
”Sometimes love is hard, especially when it isn’t reciprocated. Here’s a question for you:”
Have you ever been rejected by a crush, and if so, how did you cheer yourself up?

You have 48 hours to answer the prompt in either writing or art.

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This prompt closes at 5pm EST on February 12th!

[BadgerBuddies]

username: BadgerBuddies
ERRP(s) used in prompt: bby boi Valor
prompt: an art 4 ur viewing pleasure

[Lavellan]

username: Lavellan
ERRP(s) used in prompt: Cremini (and Tajna)
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“Have you ever been rejected by a crush?”
Were you to post this question to the mushroom mare, you’d get a strong scoff and a whisk of a pale tail. Rejected? A stallion would have to be a fool to reject the Portabello Princess. She was strong, confident, successful, no one would reject her. Why, she did the rejecting around here!
And yet, if you were to watch her afterwards, once the bravado of the answer had worn away, you’d notice the brown gaze drifting slowly, landing for just a moment too long upon a solitary graying mare, still too shy to make a friend.

She knew Tajna was a nervous soul. She had grown up without the company of others, and so, when their gazes first crossed, no matter how fleeting, Cremini felt her heart bound in her chest in a way that was so foreign, yet so homely. Of course, Tajna snatched her gaze away swiftly, afraid of creating any sort of tension within social groups she still didn’t fully understand. And that just fuelled Cremini further.
She pushed too hard, too fast that first day, badgering the other mare from across the fence, calling and attempting to introduce. This just pushed Tajna farther into the pasture, cringing at every sound the confident mare sent her way.
It took a long while for the gray mare to trust herself, and, in turn, trust Crem. It took a number of weeks before the taller gray mare built the courage to touch muzzles with the mushroom mare, and, even then, such a simple gesture was like a match, fuelling the container of gasoline that had been bubbling in Cremini’s stomach ever since she had first laid eyes upon the other mare. Her heart soared, and, with it, her voice, spooking the shy mare with a squeal that erupted from her soul.
It took Tajna a little while to trust Crem again, but, before long, the pair were best friends. Tajna had known friendship through Fleur and Threnn, but with Cremini, she was inseparable. The older, more confident mare drew the attention, caused the commotions, got the laughs, but Tajna was never far behind, delighting in the afterglow of her friend’s attention.
Once they became inseparable, Cremini found her feelings harder to find. Each time she locked eyes with the gray mare, each time the spark of delight flowered behind those bi-coloured eyes, fuelled by something Cremini did, she couldn’t ignore that soaring heart rate, the rush of adrenaline at even the slightest touch.

No one is really sure what happened. One day, they were best friends, the next, they were almost awkward around each other. Tajna made it her duty to avoid eye contact, almost as though she feared she would offend Crem by just the tiniest of glances.
And Cremini became unstoppable, throwing herself into training and physical activity as though she would collapse if she stopped moving. No matter where she was - the pastures, the Cross Country track, the arena, even her stables - she developed a pattern of constant movement. Perhaps as a way to keep herself distracted from the pain she felt inside, replacing it instead with the burn of constant exercise. Of course, soon, the ebb of pain flowed past the mare, and she and Tajna became amiable once again, albeit not as close as they once were. But, every so often, you’ll see her running paced, deliberate laps of the pasture, eyes deliberately not looking at the shy mare in the neighbouring field.

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[Andromeda]

username: Bluebird-
ERRP(s) used in prompt: Hazel and Gunpowder
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Gunpowder looked down at his hooves in silence, his ears pinned back; it was easy to tell he was sifting through his memories as the question was proposed. After several moments of nothing, he finally picked up his head, a somewhat distant look in his eyes. "Yea, I've been rejected before," he answered, shaking his mane out. "I had a really big crush on Hazel, almost as soon as I got to Strawberry Fields. She's just so gorgeous and friendly, and when she's in her dressage costumes, she simply shines brighter than any star out there!" The gray hued stallion paused, glancing down the barn's long rows of stables. "I finally asked her out, it was the best thing I could think of! I asked her if she wanted to take a walk down to the creek with me, I had already stashed a few apples in a clump of ferns to surprise her with!" He looked down at his hooves again, "I mean...she was real nice about it. When she..you know..said no thanks. I think she has the hots for another stallion, maybe Ranger. He's not interested in her though, trust me, I know. I just think she's gonna get stuck in this endless loop of chasing after him, getting her feelings hurt, and doing it all over again. I'm totally single though! I would treat her like a queen! I just wish she'd give me the chance to show her.."

With that, the stallion sighed heavily and turned around, pushing his forehead against the wall of his stable, his tail flicking occasionally.

[♔Voltaire♔]

DAY ONE CLOSED !!

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"My gosh, those are some sad stories! I can only imagine what that must feel like! Thank you so much for coming forward and speaking about something so vulnerable!"

DAY ONE WINNERS

1st place Lavellan [ 30 Conversation Hearts + 3 Genetic Genie tickets ]

2nd place Bluebird-[ 25 Conversation Hearts + 2 Genetic Genie tickets ]

3rd place BadgerBuddies [ 20 Conversation Hearts + 1 Genetic Genie ticket ]

[♔Voltaire♔]

DAY TWO OPEN !!



"Alright day two darling, I've got a question for ya. And don't worry, if you get a bit sad I will be here to cheer you up~ Anywho, I am sure a lovely individual such as yourself has had some others smitten with ya', let's talk about it. Maybe I can be everything they weren't."
How do you let someone down slowly? Explain by telling me about a time you had to reject someone's advances!

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This prompt closes at 5pm EST on February 14th!

[HarperTheKiv]

username:Ghouly_
ERRP(s) used in prompt:Jackson, and Carolina

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Carolina's soft brown eyes stared slowly as she listened to the question offered to her, before lowering her gaze and turning her head in a slightly disheartened manner. She pondered for a moment before nodding her head and looking up again. '' well, tbh I wasn't too sure how to go about this issue. I've had to do it before but I just did what I felt was right, although I wish it hadn't ended like it did... 'she said, her voice trailing off for a moment as she lost herself in sad reminiscing. Sighing she cast her head and started to tell her personal little story, about the day she lost someone she had called a friend.

''The Stallion in question was a handsome enough fellow, his name was Jackson. He had a lovely Cremello coat with a cute spotted butt' 'she allowed her self to chuckle slightly, she was had always loved his spots even if he himself had been a bit shy about them.' 'anyway, we had been friends for a while, he was always a bit attached to me I'd say, always at my hip or running over to me when he felt that he was alone or constantly calling to me across the fence if we were out ta the same time but in different pastures. I didn't think too much of it at first, but it soon began to feel like I had no time to my self ya know? ``she asked uncertainly as she looked at jax. '' he started to ask me to go to places with him or that he wanted us to graze together and just spend our free time with one another, and I guess eventually he got more desperate, and I ended up catching on to what he was implying. I felt bad I guess, so I kind of went along with it for a while. '' she ended that part with a sigh as her tail swished and her eyes saddened.she did regret getting his hopes up initially, but she hadn't wanted to break his heart and preferred to break it to him slowly...
'' I guess in my own wya I was giving him a chance, instead of outright rejection like I probably should have. We just weren't compatible he was jumpy and anxious and it started to affect me as well. He would often spoon and end up backing into me and interrupting my feedings or following me wherever I went even if I just wanted some alone time to lay down in the shade or talk to my Mare friends, he simply was everywhere and I got so fed up with seeing him. Eventually I had to break it to him that I wasn't interested in being his mare, but I did tell him that we could stay friends and that I'd still keep him company, but after that he kind of got all sad and stuff and we weren't really the same even though I offered to be friends. I guess rejection hurts some more than others, he became quite shy and quiet after that and I felt terrible, but I did my best to look out for him and ensure him that it wasn't his fault. '' at that she paused and kind of looked for reassurance from the pair In front of her, her stance a bit shaky as she lifted a back hoof and kind of tensed up, expecting some sort of beratment.
She had never told anyone else about the day she had to turn down one of her friends and reject his advances. She had at least tried to do so slowly, by lessening the time spent with him or by stopping activities together as much and trying to spend more time to herself to collect her thoughts on the matter and also giving him cues and hints on her relictance. She had done her best to be gentle and reassure the shy Stallion, but she could tell that even though she did her best to be kind, he had still been quite hurt and became awkward about the situation. She believes she did the right thing, because he had become suffocating after a while and there just wasn't much of a chemistry between them anymore to the point she needed to move on from him, and didn't want him being stuck on her.
'' I don't really regret it anymore, I felt super bad but I knew it had to be done, it's just a pity that we didn't stay friends like I had hoped we could. I do hope he found happiness eventually tho, we haven't spoken since then so I don't know how he's doing, but I don't hold it against him. '' she had a relieved look to her, like finally telling someone about it had lifted the guilty weight she had been carrying around for a few years now since it happened. Her muzzle lit up with a soft smile as she relaxed. '' thank u for letting me share my experience, I feel better having talked about it and not getting any judgment, I know some would have said I was mean to such a nice Stallion etc, thanks for giving me the opportunity to get it off my chest'' she said before giving them both a quick friendly nuzzle and turned to go enjoy the rest of the event, a little more pep in her step as she went...

[BadgerBuddies]

username: BadgerBuddies
ERRP(s) used in prompt: Jane and Wonka
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Jane has never been a very social horse. Though she is young, she much prefers spending her time alone, in peace and quiet. There were times when she would interact with the other horses in her pasture, but she was shy, and didn’t make a habit out of it. Not to mention, She doesn’t have time to bother with drama and relationships.

Wonka is another horse here at Badger Buddies Ranch that was foaled around the same time Jane was. They were pastured together when they were younger, but as they began to mature they were separated into the herds they reside within now. Jane could care less that they parted ways, as she often had to ignore Wonka’s questions to play when they were younger. He was a bouncing baby boy, literally, and had more energy than he knew what to do with. Jane was far too mellow of a companion for him, but that didn’t change his desire to want to play with her.

Even as they grew up, Wonka continued to want to interact with Jane. It shifted from wanting to play to just wanting to spend all his time with her. He wanted to make her laugh, impress her, make her like him. Everyday, he could see her isolate herself over the fence line. Wonka would often call to Jane, but his calls would be ignored. The louder and more consistent they became, the more likely it was for Jane to turn and face away from him, or even walk further away. She wasn’t holding anything back in her message back to him.

As deflated as it always made him felt, Wonka, ever optimistic about his chances, persevered. As the days went on, he became louder, and called for longer, trying to get the attention of the filly he’s had a crush on basically his whole life. It started to become a problem, and the other mares residing with Jane had to talk to her about it. As much as she didn’t want to face him, she knew she had to tell him exactly how she felt, as it appeared her subtle messages were not getting through to this boy’s brain. She listened to the advice of the older mares, and after weeks and weeks of this debacle, she slowly made her way to the fence line, approaching the loud greying colt.

Wonka couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the paint filly finally approaching him. He raced over to the fence excitedly to meet her. This spooked Jane and put her slightly off course, but she knew she had to pull it together and do what she needed to do.

“Listen, Wonka...” she said softly from across the fence line. “This needs to stop. I’m really sorry but....” she trailed off for a moment. “But I’m just not interested. I’m very happy by myself and I would prefer to keep it that way. You’re a very nice colt, and a good companion when we were young, but I’m happiest in my own company.”

Wonka couldn’t even reply, his ears and his head began to droop down sadly. His happy, swishing tail lay flat and motionless. Jane felt awkward, and didn’t know what to do, and simply walked away, feeling somewhat guilty, but was soon fine when she returned to her corner in the paddock and grazed alone. Wonka knew saying something to her wouldn’t help his cause, but nevertheless he blurted out “I love you as you are, even if you want to be solitary!” But Jane had already walked out of earshot to hear his plea.