[waverly,]

First adopt from me in a while, ye? <3

This one is based on my new haircuuut, if there are multiple great entries i'd be more than happy to make a couple of runner ups with a mane/tail that resembles this one but without the custom halter that's going to be offered for this bab. The runner ups will be siblings to this one.

Ends 48 hours from now!
Objective: Write a simple, none too long form with each space under 200 words. Try to develop the character as uniquely as possible with these limits!
Limits: You only have one space for an extra piece, either a 200 less short story, poem, song, etc or one art piece that can be a shaded fullbody but no background.

You may pretty up your form but don't go overboard please, also my computer is spaced differently than some so coding on your computer can look fine on yours but look a wee bit wonky on mine. I won't count of though, just fair warning c:


Username: Sezzas
Show Name: Rise Like A Phoenix
Name: Liana
Sex: Mare
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Happy Sappy Blue
Genotype: Ee/Aa/nCr/nCh/nSpl/STYSTY (will always have sooty foals!)
Siblings: #4687, #4718, #4706, #4705

[Timey]

username: Timey
show name: Up In Her Tower
name: Rapunzel
sex: Mare
gender: Mare
eye color: Happy Sappy Blue
genotype: Ee/Aa/nCr/nCh/nSpl/STYSTY (will always have sooty foals!)
halter design: (custom halter! images preferred rather than descriptions!)
if offered a runner-up what three coats would you prefer:

is their mane/tail naturally that short or cut and why: Rapunzel fell victim to her owner’s young daughter, Cassidy. Cassidy’s mother is a hair stylist, and she seems to really like the occupation. She constantly finds loose pairs of scissors and completely butchers the hair on her dolls, thinking she’s making them look beautiful. Unfortunately, due to past cuts there was a rather disappointing lack of hair on the dolls for Cassidy to cut that fateful day, and little Cass still really wanted to cut someone’s hair...That’s when she remembered Rapunzel; the mare’s long curly locks were irresistible to the little girl. By the time Rapunzel had any idea of what the child was doing it was too late, and she had a brand new hair-do. She knew Cass wasn’t doing it to be mean; the poor girl just wanted to play hairdresser. Still, Rapunzel couldn’t help but wish that someone would put those scissors somewhere out of her reach.
(Words: 150)
how do they feel about their appearance: Rapunzel would be lying if she said she didn’t miss her old mane and tail. She enjoyed her long banners flowing in the summer breeze. Heck, her mane was the reason she was named what she was. It felt strange having Rapunzel for a name, and then barely having any hair to show for it...But, there’s an upside. There’s less of a handle for other horses to grab at when she starts playfighting with them out in the paddock. It’s quite the handy little advantage.
(Words: 86)
one quirk: Rapunzel never really liked foals. She always saw them as annoying little snots who loved nothing more than to just bite at her mane and tail and enjoy laughing at her pain and suffering. She was always quick to chase them off if one came near her, and this got her in trouble with their mothers more times than not. But despite her extreme dislike of foals, she doesn’t have the heart to chase off a human child, no matter what they do to her...Her new mane being a testament to that fact. She’s their jungle gym, and will let them climb all over her, pull on her ears, and hug her neck a little too hard. She just doesn’t have the heart to tell them no.
(Words: 128)
one extra:

WIP

[Sezzas]

" Pᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ..
Nᴏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪsɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴇ. "

－ Ｒｉｓｅ Ｌｉｋｅ ａ Ｐｈｏｅｎｉｘ ｂｙ Ｃｏｎｃｈｉｔａ Ｗｕｒｓｔ

Username: Sezzas
Show Name: Rise Like A Phoenix
Name: Liana
Sex: Mare
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Happy Sappy Blue
Genotype: Ee/Aa/nCr/nCh/nSpl/STYSTY (will always have sooty foals!)
Halter Design: Something inspired by this: xxx
If offered a runner-up what three coats would you prefer?:
Smoky Brown (Seal Brown + 1 Cream gene), Palomino, Dunalino {but I'm not very picky so go wild c;}



Is their mane/tail naturally that short or cut and why:
Liana always had long, wavy hair. Humans admired how long
and beautiful it was, wanting to take a picture or just gently
comb it through with their fingers. However, Liana was never
comfortable with it. She was extremely silent and would most
of the time stand alone in the pasture. When someone
approached, she'd look scared and back away. Maybe because
her hair covered her eyes, humans never saw her true feelings.
Of course did her current owner notice that she was depressed,
but she had always been that way. Whatever he did, nothing
changed.
xxxxxOne day he decided it was time for a change. Since Liana
always had kept her long hair, he wondered what she'd look
like without it. So then he got her inside the stables, tied her
up and began shortening it, slowly but surely. Liana's ears
perked as she heard hair falling to the ground. As more hair fell
and revealed her face, the higher did her head raise and
something lit up in Liana's eyes. It turned out to be the change
Liana never knew she needed, and it was like she was reborn
into a better life, like a phoenix. (197 words)

How do they feel about their appearance?:
Before the change the world was really gray
for Liana. It may seem really silly that a simple haircut
managed to completely change her life, but the fact is - it did.
She was never comfortable in her own skin and didn't feel like
herself, neither did she feel like she was very pretty. Once she
got rid of all that hair it was like she could finally step out of
her shell and be herself. She finally felt like herself; her
outside matched with how she felt on the inside. With this she
gained confidence and she couldn't feel more amazing about
how she currently looks, she can even call herself pretty, and
she doesn't want it changed anytime soon. (120 words)

One Quirk:
Liana never really believed in supersitions, like black cats
crossing the road or broken glass bringing bad luck. However,
there's one thing.. Something that didn't come from anyone
but herself. And that is that she cannot step on any
flowers, no matter their purpose or appearance. If she does
it will bring bad luck. Or at least, that's what she thinks. She
will always keep an eye on the ground to make sure it's clear
of flowers, and if not she will do everything to avoid them.
She's not really sure when it all started, but she remembers
always feeling like it was a bad thing to step on them or
ruin their beauty in any way. Whenever Liana accidently did
she would feel really bad and when something bad happened
she was sure it was karma or revenge on her ruining those
flowers. Sometimes she wishes she didn't have this worry,
but she just can't let it go. (160 words)
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One Extra:


link to art
This art shows the two sides of her.
To the right is before, when she had
long mane and felt really depressed.
To the left is after, where everything
suddenly changes to the better.

[grapejuice]

gentle mark because short hair is my weakness ❤

[j. bourne]

Congrats, everyone! c8

you're reverse psychology doesn't work on me

Username: m a r t y r .
Show Name: Intellectual Capabilities
Name: Ruaidhrí ( Pronounced ROR-ee )
Sex: Mare
Gender: Anogirl ( One whose gender fades in and out, but always returns female; has kept this secret )
Eye Color: Happy Sappy Blue
Genotype: Ee/Aa/nCr/nCh/nSpl/STYSTY ( Will always have sooty foals! )
Halter Design: Surprise me ♥
If offered a runner-up what three coats would you prefer?: Sable Dun Champagne, Classic Ivory Champagne, or Double Cream Ivory Champagne

Is their mane/tail naturally that short or cut and why: Ruaidhrí’s mane is short in some ways naturally, but it is mostly from roaching. Growing up in a place where you’re expected to be something you don’t want to be is stressful. Ruaidhrí was expected to be the best of any of her generation. For years she tried to tell her parents that she didn’t want to be a polo horse like them, but she never wanted to break their hearts. Ruaidhrí suffered through all the intense training in fear that they would find out she never loved it like they wanted. She was also in constant fear that they would reject her because of this. The plague of paranoia and stress caused Ruaidhrí’s mane and tail to only grow a maximum length of four inches, despite the curly mess it is. Her parents and owners were disturbed by the hideous mess of curls on the mare’s neck. They roached it. They only roached during competitions, but they didn’t want to see that unsightly hair. At first, they were upset with their decision, but over time they realized that the mare was becoming more confident during shows. Although Ruaidhrí despises polo in every way, her new style keeps her positive. ( 200/200 )

How do they feel about their appearance?: Though she loves the way her mane and tail are styled, Ruaidhrí feels that it causes people to worry about her. She loves how confident it makes her feel; how she gets away from being what society thinks a girl should look like...but that’s not the whole truth. Few times when she gets it roached, her stable boy will stop and look uncomfortable with it. He will almost get a look of regret for cutting it so short. This causes Ruaidhrí to get stressed out. She doesn’t like making people worry about her. When she thinks about all the people who worry about her, she thinks of two things that lift her spirit back up. “You can’t have something good without accepting the bad” was something she heard once when she was young. It has always loomed in her mind. The other thing is the way her dam looks at her and coos in a sweet tone, “You don’t need to hide your beautiful face behind all that hair...you shouldn’t hide it.” Having self esteem problems and hearing that from someone she cares so deeply about makes Ruaidhrí’s soul soar so far above the heights of Cloud Nine. ( 200/200 )

One Quirk: Ruaidhrí is always moving as if she is being followed by some unknown, evil force and is in constant danger. This has sparked her irrational fear of the dark, but her quirk is the way she behaves every day. She is always stealing a wary glance over her shoulder, scanning every nook and cranny that she passes. It’s almost as if she’s expecting something to leap out and grab her. Nothing seems to stop her from doing this, even when she’s having a wonderful time. Old habits turn into bad quirks. Ruaidhrí is never aware that she is actually doing this and is often confused when others ask her why. She usually ignores them as if they’ve lost their minds. Sometimes she knows she’s doing it, though, and can’t seem to stop herself from doing it. The unknown frightens her, especially when she’s alone. When she is in her stall, you will usually find her backed into the corner, scanning everything with paranoid eyes. Being with the stables cat, Varfolomei, usually dulls this primitive instinct of hers, but not completely. When in the presence of the feline, she will only steal a single glance around before becoming engulfed by him. ( 200/200 )

One Extra: Stolen glances, worried eyes. Unseen dangers, broken time. That’s all Ruaidhrí could see when she looked over her shoulder. The dark wave of the night had carpeted the land, turning everything back to it’s primitive, evil roots. It was all after her. Ruaidhrí picked up her pace from a fast trot to a frightened gallop, fleeing in the direction of the barn. A shadow seemed to be chasing her, gaining ground as she moved faster and faster. She had to get away. Letting out a feeble whinny as she ran, no one seemed to hear. They knew this routine. They didn’t care that much. Cathexis stole a frightened look out of his stall window before retreating in anger. He was sick of her games. Ruaidhrí let out another whinny as she entered the barn, racing to her stall. She needed to hide. Her stall was brightly lit with Christmas lights, keeping the dark at bay. As she backed into the corner, a small shadow darted underfoot, causing more fright. When the light struck it, she felt every fiber in her body relax. It was Varfolomei. She cast a glance back at the darkened doorway before smiling at her ‘Cheshire cat.’ ( 200/200 )

ǝɯ uı ןıʌǝ sıɥʇ puɐ ʞɹɐp ǝɥʇ sı ǝǝs ı ןןɐ

[Eulee]

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ran out of time darn

[gently]

idk if my story makes any sense - sorry it's a little dark.





Username: allerleirauh.
Show Name: long live the queen
Name: lexa
Sex: mare
Gender: cisgender female
Eye Color: Happy Sappy Blue
Genotype: Ee/Aa/nCr/nCh/nSpl/STYSTY (will always have sooty foals!)
Halter Design: something along these lines?
If offered a runner-up what three coats would you prefer?: classic champagne, sable champagne, smokey cream.

Is their mane/tail naturally that short or cut and why: lexa grew up in a bad place. she, along with countless other horses were kept in an abandoned barn outside some paper town that nobody ever passed through. every night two of them were chosen and released into a pit with high walls and jeered at by people who stood at the top. they were supposed to kick and bite at each other until one went down. it was better just to get it done than to suffer the consequences of disobeying. those who fell had their manes and tails cut short as some symbol of their downfall. lexa was the strongest - her wavy mane had flowed down past her shoulder; symbolizing that she was the champion. she hated herself for what she had to do, she was always careful not to hurt them badly, they were her friends after all. she just thought it better that she do what she had to do in the gentlest way possible than to leave them to the humans. lexa finally fell one night, tired of hurting others and like so many before her - her mane and tail were cut. the organization was discovered and shut down by police not long after that. [200 words]
How do they feel about their appearance?: lexa sees her short mane as being a reminder of where she came from, what she went through and how it shaped her into who she has become. sometimes she misses the way her mane and tail had used to flow in the breeze and often swears she can feel it's ghost brush against her shoulder. she knows that some of the other mares snicker at her and she feels the stares of young foals when she wanders by, but she's past letting it bother her by now. after all that she saw, all that she did she's found a new appreciation for the simple things in life; like being able to lay under the stars at night and fall asleep feeling safe. she appreciates all of the good things that come her way and she knows full-well that had her life been different, she might not have that same appreciation. so every time she sees her reflection in the rippling water of the lake she doesn't feel sad because of what she lost - instead she reminds herself to be proud of what she's gained. [185 words]
One Quirk: for reasons that nobody will ever quite be able to comprehend - lexa refuses to eat anything that's red or has red on it. she loves green or golden apples and will happily munch through as many of those as she can handle but as soon as someone hands her a red one she'll just snort and turn her back. at christmas time when the horses are given peppermint swirl treats every now and again she'll only ever touch the green ones, never the red. no one can wrap their heads around why exactly she does this seeing as she has no issue wearing a red blanket or red polo wraps. the red paddock gate doesn't bother her in the slightest but as soon as anything red goes near her mouth she's out. it's thought that maybe something she was fed when she was younger that made her sick or left a bad taste in her mouth might have been red and she just hasn't managed to let that go. [169 words] [[har har]]

One Extra: smol playlist

shatter me - lindsey stirling [x]
life on mars - david bowie [x]
the light behind your eyes - my chemical romance [x]
gasoline - halsey [x]
alice [underground] - avril lavigne [x]
heavy in your arms - florence and the machine [x]

[Vinson]

Username: Vinson
Show Name: And So The Story Goes
Name: Andy
Sex: mare
Gender: androgynous, but just slightly feminine and enjoys female pronouns
Eye Color: happy sappy blue
Genotype: Ee/Aa/nCr/nCh/nSpl/STYSTY (will always have sooty foals!)
Halter Design: something like this - but black and white instead of purple and blue.
If offered a runner-up what three coats would you prefer?: ivory champagne or gold cream champagne or classic champagne, in no particular order

Is their mane/tail naturally that short or cut and why: exactly 200 words
"No! No, oh, crud! Charlie is going to kill me!" The teenaged boy whimpered, quivering at the thought of his older sister. Warily he glanced at what used to the perfectly pristine and evenly cut mane, sighing as his eyes naturally settled upon the large chunk of horse hair that was missing from the dark locks. He bit his lip, stared at the scissors in his hands, then thought of something that made him stop. Just...stop. But, before he even knew what he was doing, the scissors found their way to Andy's mane once more and in a few snip-snip-snips, what had once fell over and cascaded down near the mare's shoulders was curly fringe upon her well muscled neck.
Well. There was no turning back now.
His eyes looked to her forelock, and he smiled as he realized just how odd this cut was - mere curls along her neck that led to the floppiest forelock he had ever seen. He was still grinning as he brushed through Andy's little mane, much to the mare's dislike, but he was so absorbed in his glee he failed to notice the hilarious, ever so annoyed curl of her lip.

How do they feel about their appearance?: 190 words
It had felt...weird? Yes, weird, when Collin had simply cut off her mane. No longer did her dark locks of hair flow in the wind, tickle her shoulders, cast shade upon her neck. Because there was no more mane. Her forelock, however, had felt extremely out of place at first. She had been so used to having hair all along her head and neck, but now it was just on her head. And oh, how it flopped and flipped and spun and moved! She had never felt so aware. That was when she had decided that she quite liked this new cut. Every sensation buzzed along her body, and when she pranced around in the pastures like a foolish young filly, her hair bobbed and swished and it made her giggle - it made everyone who laid their eyes upon her giggle. She loved it, all this attention simply because her boy had been foolish and distracted. It made her stand out even more than when she had her long, flowing curls, and she felt brave and unique and different - which she had always longed for, deep inside.

One Quirk: 135 words
Andy absolutely hates being groomed. Whether it be a curry comb, a soft brush, a sweat scraper - she'll snap at anyone who dares touch her body with those horrid things. No one knows where she got this odd, slightly violent quirk, but she has it - and it's shown no signs of receding any time soon. The only way to groom her without her dancing around in the crossties is by having someone constantly feed her little treats. Grooming Andy is always a pain, mostly because she eats up so many treats, but also because it takes two people to do it. The only grooming related thing she'll let touch her are clippers. Oh, she'll let you clip her body and mane and tail into nothing, but as soon as a brush shows up - nope.

One Extra: 161 words
Andy's tail had come to a similar fate long before her mane - in fact, it was three whole years ago when she had it cut for the first time. She had ventured a bit too far from where she was supposed to be and found herself in the tack room. Naturally, she walked towards the door, only to have her tail snag on a metal hook in the wall. Panicking, she turned and turned and pulled and pulled, but she just got herself horribly tangled and hopelessly ensnared. Defeated, she had simply stood there and nickered, nickered, made some noises until she was found - which wasn't a long time to wait. And guess who found her? Collin. After staring in shock at the sight in front of him for a few seconds, then automatically went and got a pair of scissors and clippers. That was the end of her tail and the last time she ever went in the tack room.

[azemyc]

marking to do once home

[kortico]

Username: slit
Show Name: raised in bramble thorns
Name: bramble
Sex: Mare
Gender: female
Eye Color: Happy Sappy Blue
Genotype: Ee/Aa/nCr/nCh/nSpl/STYSTY (will always have sooty foals!)
Halter Design: x
If offered a runner-up what three coats would you prefer?: buttermilk buckskin, smoky black, silver seal brown cream

Is their mane/tail naturally that short or cut and why: Bramble's mane is not naturally short, though it is naturally curly, and is always kept cut if the humans can help it. Bramble doesn't seem to mind, it's always cut because whenever it grows too long they always find her with her tail tangled in thorn bushes and her mane yanked up into tree branches. They really don't bother to figure out how she escapes her pasture in the first place. (71 words)


How do they feel about their appearance?: Bramble is just naturally a unique tolter, so if others snicker about it she really doesn't hear it. She likes her short mane, it's fun to have it bounce up and down when she's crow-hopping through the fields- happiness radiates from her, whoever disagrees with the funky little style of hers needs to go and learn to hate on something else, because throwing negativity towards this mare is a waste of energy. (72 words)


One Quirk: Bramble paints herself blue. Well- actually that's not what she does on purpose, that is not her goal, but it is the end product. You see- Bramble regularly is found outside of her pen, somehow escaping the white row of fences without a trace of an open gate or a knocked down post. And the forest is always where she's found, hopefully not tangled up, but usually attempting to eat a bumblebee as a way of friendship with the little harmful bug. Where she goes just so happens to be thick with blueberry bushes- hundreds of them in a single field during the right season. By the time Bramble is done romping about through the short, patchy bushes- well, her white markings are stained a purple-blue shade that lasts for a good few days, even with frantic washings. (138 words)


One Extra:



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