[Corviidae_]

Username:
IzzyPlays
Show Name:
History Maker
Barn Name:
Yuuri
In refrence to my favorite anime with a canon same-sex relationship and my favorite anime character



Gender:
Genderqueer // AFAB // He/Him Pronouns
Orientation:
Panromantic Demisexual // Slight prefrence for guys
Theme:
History Maker - Dean Fujioka



Personality:
Yuuri is shy and usually rather uncomfortable around horses that he doesn't know. Because of this, he finds it hard to make new friends and is often off on his own. He doesn't fully get comfortable around others until he understands that they accept him. After that, he is affectionate, playful, and ready to do almost anything for his friends. He tends to be cowardly in the face of danger but is more willing to help when he is with his friends. He can be stubborn when he sets his mind on a goal and doesn't give up easily if he thinks he can do it.

Importance:
I relate to Yuuri from Yuuri on Ice a lot in my opinion. We're both somewhat feminine guys who aren't always what people expect them to be. We're both afraid of failure and aren't good with dealing with it when it happens. Yet we are more than that at the same time. We're kind, soft-hearted, easily embarrassed, and quite stubborn! As a trans guy/masculine presenting qenderqueer guy, it's really nice seeing someone who I think is a lot like me. Someone who has found people who love him and who he loves, both as friends and as a partner. I hope that I can one day have the same thing that Yuuri has, A group of wonderful and accepting friends and family and an amazing partner who will stay by my side throughout my life.



Relationships:
Yuuri is without a doubt a hopeless romantic. He dreams of finding the perfect partner and staying with them for the rest of his life. He isn't all that good at making friends but he loves the idea of having a large group of friends who he can learn to laugh with and not have to be afraid of being excluded.

Relationship with Peaches and Cream[Peaches/Peach]:
Despite the rocky start to their relationship, Peach and Yuuri are rather good friends! Yuuri is still rather wary of the rash and motherly older mare, but they look out for each other. Peach treats him as if he was still a yearling, being sure to check that he is eating enough and getting enough exercise. He often just enjoys listening to her tell stories as they shelter from rain, liking the comforting way her slight southern accent makes her sound.

Relationship with Slate:
Slate and Yuuri don't get along that well. Slate sees Yuuri just as someone who took his favorite sleeping spot whereas Yuuri sees Slate as a troublemaker. Despite that, the two still have their moments when they get along. Slate has even protected Yuuri from a snake hiding in his stall, even though Yuuri was rather grossed out by the mess he left behind. Slate often spends his time napping in the stables or watching Yuuri during his dressage lessions

Artwork:
[img]http://orig09.deviantart[.]net/8b00/f/2017/172/a/f/imageedit_1_9526822596_by_izzyplays-dbdix96.png[/img]
Base by BronzeHalo
I'm not that good with pixel art, even when using bases, so I'm pretty glad with how this turned out! The eyes didn't really work though XD

Short Stories:
Yuuri looked out across the green pasture warily. His new home was very different from his last one, where a light dusting of snowfall had already coated the ground. The colors seemed too bright to his tired eyes. After being unable to sleep on the overnight trailer ride to his new home from the isolated paddock, he was more than ready to get some sleep. He pricked his ears as he heard the another horse neighing from the nearby stables. Watching as his new human walked the horse to the paddock next to his, he felt himself fill with anxiety. How would this new horse react to him? Would they try to start a fight? Or cause him to hurt himself trying to get away? The horse, a light palomino mare, trotted over to the fence line and raised her nose to catch his scent. Yuuri lowered his head and started grazing, keeping the mare in his peripheral vision. She didn't seem threatening, just curious. He paused and looked fully towards her before slowly ambling over to the fence.

To say that Peach was confused would be an understatement. Her human had brought home a new horse and put them in her paddock. Now she was in the neighboring paddock, and while it still had the same grass and water, this one was smaller. She lifted her nose to the wind and realized that this horse was a mare! How odd, a horse that smells of a mare yet acts like a stallion! She was definitely interested in this odd horse now. The younger horse approached, keeping their head low and clearly trying to act like they weren't a threat.
"I'm guessing you're the new horse my human was talking about?" She asked as they stopped a few feet from the fence.
"I suppose so. I'm Yuuri." They replied, shifting their weight awkwardly.
"Yuuri huh? Bit of a weird name, even for a mare. I'm Peach, it's nice to meet ya."
"Oh! Uhm, I'm actually a stallion..." Yuuri quickly corrected her.
Peach looked him up and down before responding. "Well alright, if you say so. It wouldn't be the first time I've met a horse who's a little different."
Yuuri pricked his ears, "Really? What were they like?" He asked, seeming almost excited. Peach couldn't help but smile at the young stallion.
"She was a mare who liked mare. Quite a nice gal but I didn't get to know her much. Too busy with shows, ya know?"
Yuuri nodded and his happy expression dropped. "I went to a dressage show once but I was too nervous to talk to anyone and I ended up not doing well. I think that's why my old human got rid of me."
Peach's ears drooped in sadness. "Now don't talk like that, alright? Forget your old human! This one is probably one of the best out there, I guarantee!" She smiled as Yuuri looked a little more hopeful. "Now then, lets head back to the barn and get some food! I'm sure you're tired after your ride here!"

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Yuuri sighed as he lied down in his hay-filled stall, listening to the soothing sound of rain hitting the roof of the stables. He had always loved rainstorms, even when he was a foal. He had adjusted well to life at his new home with only slight issues. He lifted his head ah he heard the distinct jingling of a bell. Yuuri wasn't at all surprised when the black and grey cat jumped onto his stall door, dripping wet with rain water.
"Is there something I can help you with?" He asked Slate. Even though the two of them often didn't get along, he wasn't going to be rude.
"Would you mind if I hung out in here? Just till the rain stops?" Slate stopped for a moment and looked conflicted before continuing, "Please?"
Yuuri was surprised! It was unusual for Slate to be polite when asking to sleep in his stall. "Sure, make yourself at home."
"Thanks." The cat grumbled as he jumped down onto the warm hay and started licking his pelt in an attempt to dry. Yuuri rested his head back on the ground, his eyelids getting heavy. It wasn't often that he would have the comfort of someone watching over him while he slept. He decided to take advantage of both the rain and Slate's watchful eyes and slowly fell into a peaceful sleep.



It's been so long since I actually worked on a story! I hope it isn't too messy!

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Oh my god mark

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just letting you know competition details have been added 83
please feel free to keep entering/marking ♥♥
i can't wait to see all your entries !!
i'll post a reminder at the 2 week mark c;

[Chaotic Queen]

Can you order art or no?

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Username; shadow9119
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Gender; Male
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Barn Name; Beau
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Weight; 993 lbs
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Sexuality; Demisexual
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Meaning; "rainbow"
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[Winchester's Wolf]

username: Winchester's Wolf
show name: Amitola Its a native american name meaning rainbow *-*
barn name: Caramel

[Chaotic Queen]

"Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʙᴜʟʟɪᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ.

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username; Toyland Coletta
show name; Showing Them My Pride
barn name; Pride
gender; mare
orientation; lesbian


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Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ.

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Coming Out -

It was a stormy night, all was well, Oak Tree Stables would soon welcome a new foal to the stables. The owners rushed over to the stall to watch the mare have her foal, once the mare have the final push they went in one by one to help clean the foal and to check gender. Of course, it was a filly! As it was Pride Month and the owners where both female's they came up with a name for the foal, 'Showing Them My Pride' then for a barn name they named her 'Pride' all was well in the barn.

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Aᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ's ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ;

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Personality:

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art:

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ᴅᴇꜰɪɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ."​

[grapejuice]

mark uwu

[ExVenor]

That tail is majestic. Got to mark this lovely. c;

[Vinson]

username ;; Vinson

show name ;; Love Wins

in remembrance of the SCOTUS ruling
that made same-sex marriage legal in
the U.S.

barn name ;; Leelah

in remembrance of a beautiful woman
who took her life due to her family not
accepting her identity because of their
religious beliefs

sex ;; male
gender ;; female
orientation ;; panromantic homosexual
pronouns ;; she/her
age ;; 6 years
height ;; 13 hh
discipline ;; a pasture pony trained
to be ridden in parades

Leelah Alcorn's suicide shook the trans community. It was such an awful story - her parents rejected her identity, sent her to religious gender counselors who told her her identity was wrong, she was a boy, that was her God-given gender. Leelah realized that she wouldn't be able to transition until after she turned eighteen and was free from her parents and their beliefs. She couldn't take that. She couldn't wait all those years. She took her life. Her suicide note was posted on her blog, and it is absolutely heart wrenching. In it, she states that she wants her death to mean something. She wants her death to be another in a long slew of trans people's, only so that someone can look at that number and say 'that's messed up' and fix the problem. She wanted lgbtqia+ kids to be accepted and loved, and Leelah wanted to change the world. She wanted her death to change the worlds of all lgbtqia+ people.

She glanced down at her hooves, eyes glistening with the sparkle of tears. All this trouble. All of her mother's screaming, all of the humans pulling her away. Just a scared little filly.
All this trouble. Over a flower she had plucked, woven into her mane. She would gladly run away, hide in the very back corner of the pasture for the rest of her life if it meant never having to hear her mother and that horrid name again, but she was still just a filly.
"Joshua! Joshua, you come down here right now, you awful little colt!" The shrill voice of her nightmares rang out once more, and she turned, cowered as her mother came seething towards her.
"Mama, I've told you. My name is Leelah, not Joshua. I'm a filly, mama, a girl," she cooed, voice gentle, trying not to upset her mother further. This was old news, she thought. Why can't she accept the fact I'm a filly, Leelah thought.
Her mother would never accept that fact. She had wanted a son for all these years, and she had finally gotten one. But she had really gotten a daughter, masked in the clothes of a son. And when that daughter shone through, there was no stopping her.
Leelah was out. No one accepted that, but she was out.
Her mother stood lumbering over her, a hulking 14 hands of tolter. Leelah was still young - and only about 10 hands.
"You listen hear, Joshua. Your name is Josh. You are a boy. You are a son, you are my son. Nothing can ever change that, you hear me?" She growled out from clenched teeth.
Leelah turned away. She turned away and she started walking, blocking out her mother's cries, walking nice and calmly towards the gate. She turned her head, glanced at her mother. Unmoving, completely still.
That blue halter was wiggled onto her head, someone pet her ears gently, another human cried and cried.
That was the day Leelah stepped into the trailer and into a new life.


After a long journey, Leelah arrived at Cobalt Sky and stepped out, onto the gravel of the front drive. The aspens quaked, pines shivered. It was summer in Colorado.
The sun shone down brightly onto the young filly, and she took in all the scents of her new home - fresh mountain air, pine needles, rain. The ground was still squishy as she stepped onto it, the grass a deep green. The pastures were busy, foals chasing friends, mothers watching gently. And the barn - its deep mahogany and black coloring soothed her.
She was guided into her new stall, and immediately she loved it - there was a little painting on the wall, a patch of beautiful brush-stroked flowers. She dropped to her belly, lay down in the bedding. This was home.
She was left alone for a few minutes, nothing but the murmuring of other tolters and the squeak of a stall door as someone opened it on their own. They walked down the aisle, tail swishing, until they reached the end. Until they saw Leelah.
"My, aren't you just the prettiest thing," he said gently, nose coming down to inhale her scent. "I'm Sage, little darling. What might you be called?"
"My mother calls me Joshua," she said, getting to her feet. The old stallion frowned, shook his head.
"No. What do you call yourself, young lady?" He asked, and Leelah perked up, ears forward, eyes wide. He knew.
"My name is Leelah," she told him, and he seemed to smile, exhaling deeply.
"What a beautiful name you've chosen," he murmured, eyes opening to look at her once more. "It's nice, knowing yourself at a young age. I did too, but no one seemed content that I am a stallion who loves other stallions. Until I got here, that is," he continued, watching the young filly's eyes light up.
"You're different," Leelah murmured. "You're different, like me."


Leelah quickly got to know that there were many different tolters around here. She wasn't the only one anymore. She was accepted, loved. Her blue halter was replaced by pastel pink, the silver nameplate on her stall read Leelah. Not Joshua, Leelah.
They let her mane grow out long, her tail curling and flowing, forelock falling softly into her rainbow eyes. And then, next June, they dyed her tail, all sorts of beautiful rainbow colors for pride month.
She was no longer made to be ashamed of her identity. Sage, Ezra, Solace and Sycamore were all different as well, all accepted. She joined their group quickly, got to know them all.
And when mother came to visit, her glare staring into Leelah's soul, trying so desperately to scare her into submission, she stared back with power in her eyes.
She stared back and her mother turned away, unable to look into her daughter's eyes.