[MapleNeko]

𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒔

𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝖻 -- 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 -- 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 -- 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗌 -- 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝟣 -- 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾

Welll well well what have we got here? if it isn't a little cutie of a pink boi

Username: Adopt me!
Name:
Height: 14.1 hh
Gender: Stallion
Coat Colour: Palomino Splash
Quipping: Two Toned Filled Faded Regular
Eye: Sweetheart
Type: Event-Valentines
*This equid is a Valentines Event equid and must follow the event equid rules in the Info Hub*

Sire:Brioche
Dam:Firefly

Adopt Me!
Ya'll lucky I've got self control better then that of a soggy paper towel cause oml I would hide this guy in my pocket otherwise xD
For the comp, this sweetie can be a little sensitive at times, what's most likely to make him tear up a little? 300 words or less with optional small art piece ( Please note this is optional for visuals! Will be most focused on the idea ;D) OPEN FOR EVERYONE

Ends at Cs rollover: 22-23rd of Febuary

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[b]Username:[/b] Your username
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Prompt:[/b]

[butchbronco]

Username: butchbronco
Name:
Prompt:
CUTEEE

[ruberiot]

Username: ruberiot
Name: Pancake
Prompt: (230 words)
Pancake often finds himself in not-so-subtle reverie at the sheer beauty of nature. The vastness, the uniqueness, the true, real magic that exists on planet Earth. His entire life revolves around long, meandering hikes dedicated to exploring the flora and fauna of different biomes and landscapes. Tears prick his eyes almost constantly on these treks.

The mere sight of trees especially is enough to move him to tears. Finding the fine, delicate footprints of an animal as tiny as a kangaroo rat always overwhelms him. Overall, though, he is the most enthralled by a good sunrise or sunset-- on evenings where it seems like the horizon is on fire, and the clouds take the form of whisps of smoke, painted deep, brilliant pink and gold, he will stand and watch with tears pouring down his face.

For Pancake, it is equal parts genuine delight at the physical beauty of the world, and gratitude to be alive, to be lucky enough to witness the amazing sights he sees on his adventures. This notion, too, often has him pondering weepy-eyed. Pancake understands that growing older beneath the sun and the stars is a privilege that not everyone will receive, and sometimes he feels unworthy to be as traveled as he is. He tries his best to demonstrate his bone-deep appreciation for this life, because he is so, so fortunate to have it.

[stabbrielle]

Marking

[Sullivan Maurus]

Username: Sullivan Maurus
Name: Cooking By The Book | Blondie
Prompt: Nothing gets Blondie's waterworks going like good old fashioned food, and the stories behind every dish and recipe. He just gets so emotional thinking about how food can bring people together and be a staple in family traditions. He loves nothing more than to hear the story behind what he's cooking or eating, and he loves to collect family recipes and the stories behind them so that he can share that story, and the love within the dish, with others.

(80 words)

[ShortyTheHobbitess]

Username: ShortyTheHobbitess
Name: Frank Lisa Frank my beloved
Prompt: Those cowboy ballads that involve the horse, it doesn’t even have to be an actual sad song, but get an old twangy cowboy song that’s singing about the cowboys best friend? Instant tears. Every time. The ones that really hits Frank right in the feels? ‘Leave Him in the Horse Trap’ by Red Steagall - sobbing, don’t bother him for at least half an hour afterwards. ‘Buckskin Horse’ by Dave Stamey will leave him hollow for the rest of the day.

[parsnip]

Username: parsnip
Name: Sipping Butter and Champagne "Hotcake" (aka pancake/waffle/flapjack/babycake)
Prompt: Hotcake is one sensitive soul, often being bought to the brink of tears at a strange range of things, but there is one thing that is guaranteed to bring him to tears with 100% success. He just can't help but burst into tears whenever he sees his reflection, in it he sees both himself, all that he is/was/can-be, and every piece of his loved ones. His parents who made him, taught him, loved him. His friends who held him, encouraged him, laugh with him. He is unable to comprehend just how truly loved he is until those little moments where he catches a glimpse of himself, where that warm, fluffy feeling hits him full force and he could almost physically wrap it around his shoulders like a cozy blanket, kitten soft and toasty with those precious memories. [139/300]

optional wip if I have time

[Tealea]

Username: Tealea
Name: Figaro

Prompt:
Figaro is an animal lover and if he sees any stray puppies or kittens on their own in the world, it brings a tear to his eye. He can’t imagine how a sweet innocent little being can survive on their own, especially without any snuggles and love. It then becomes his mission to take in any stray animal he comes across. He has so much love to give and what better way to share that love than to stray animals <3

[Expresso.]

Username: Expresso.
Name: Adonis
Prompt:

What if those who cry easily are really just vain individuals who thrive on attention? That is a definite yes in Addy’s case.

He wants to be seen as the most compassionate person in the room and to command the most attention. His tears arrive with perfect timing: a vulnerable confession during a group conversation, a touching speech, a shared moment of silence. That’s when his eyes gloss over. Not later. Not in private. In front of everyone.

The worst is any sad event - the loss of friendship, the heartbreak between two fallen-out lovers. He dabs carefully at his eyes, offers a trembling smile, insists he’s “just emotional.” The display reads as tender, almost pure. Everyone softens, shifting their focus to reassure him. They comment on his empathy and kindness, diverting support from those who experienced actual loss.

The truth is simple: he enjoys the attention. He enjoys the moral glow that surrounds visible sensitivity. Crying lets him occupy the empathetic, gentle, safe role. It keeps him central without seeming dominant.

Alone, however, he rarely reacts the same way. Without witnesses, the emotion quiets. So there you go, Addy cries at everything, but only when there is an audience.

But, perhaps that still counts for something. After all, self-love and vanity are still forms of love — even if the person he loves most in those moments is himself.

[ilhdc7]

Username: ilhdc7
Name:
Prompt: mark <3