Wishing Star all three above by StarlingMLPNextGens
Seafoam Nymph
She's very pedantic and pithy, really particular about what she wants and how she wants it done. She isn't afraid to express this either, she can talk circles around ponies. Nymph never really knows when to leave good enough alone and can be annoying with her "if ands buts". This is annoying mostly but when it's about something actually interesting, her passion for certain subjects can be captivating. Her brain is constantly working in overdrive on every possibility in every situation, so she knows a lot about a lot of people, which can actually be pretty endearing.
I never knew I lost you till I found you
And I never guessed how close you were to me
And now I wanna throw my arms around you
Tell a thousand tales that will astound you
Everything about you tells me this was
meant to be, don't you see
Sunrise Ace and Pixie Petunia have one of the closest sibling relationships in the OTPverse, they consider each other sisters and best friends. They've gotten along from the start and Pixie has looked up to her sister their whole lives. Sunrise adores her sparkly pink shadow and wouldn't want it any other way.
From Left to Right
Blue Raspberry Cola
A party pony through and through, Blue considers herself a party champion. She's great at bringing abstract ideas to life and thinking outside of the box for solutions. Rainbow Dash, taking a page from her own parents, instilled BRC with the philosophy that she could be the best at anything she puts her mind to. Most of the time this means that nothing can get her down, obstacles in her way are quickly overcome. Other times she can overestimate her skills and takes on way more than she can handle. She has an issue with communicating with others that she needs help and ends up stressed.
Butterfly Garden
Fruit Salad Fondue
Sunny Veils
Sakura Creamcake
Bases Used
https://www.deviantart.com/sakryptix/art/Mare-Age-Chart-863489737
https://www.deviantart.com/misscupcake333/art/Mlp-pony-base-17-Photo-of-me-base-for-adopts-691280372
https://www.deviantart.com/strawberry-spritz/art/Base-Don-t-talk-about-the-constitution-715575786
https://www.deviantart.com/miesdo/art/MLP-Mare-Filly-Base-392224067
https://www.deviantart.com/bounswetie/art/MLP-base-Tiny-Foals-2-798150487
https://www.deviantart.com/frostybases/art/Base-41-750325407
Sunny Veils designed by @hawklesscorruption45
What if it's you
And what if it's me
And what if that's all that we need it to be
And the rest of the world falls away?
What do you say?
Princess Titaness and Damsel Wishes have been madly in love since fillyhood, they were planned to be betrothed anyway so it was luck of the draw. They often studied together as both mares showed magical prowess from a young age. Damsel specializing in more whimsical magic while Titaness practiced to be the next Sun Goddess.
Characters: Matsuoka Rin, Hazuki Nagisa, mentions of others
So I'm not really sure what's happening here, but... here, have some NagiRin. Happy birthday, Nagisa! Lots and lots of love for you, my one true precious. <3
‘Tomo-chan, it’s too tight! You’re cutting off my blood circulation!’ Nagisa’s bottom lip curls into a terrible excuse for a frown, his patented puppy dog expression losing most of its usual effectiveness due to the thick black blindfold covering his eyes.
‘Tou-chan, if you persist in your complaining one more time I am going to leave the blindfold on you for the entirety of the morning.’ Tomoko fixes an impressively stern look at Nagisa- very Rei, Rin marvels- and huffs before deciding to continue, arms folded primly over her chest. ‘And I am going to let Papa eat the entire pepperoni pizza.’
‘What- Tomo-chan- WHAT-HOW COULD YOU-’
Nagisa’s anguished wails echo around the recently acquired two-storey house and Rin’s snigger is cut short when Tomoko glares daggers at him. He shrugs in surrender, tightening his grip around Nagisa’s biceps as he attempts to maneuver his blindfolded partner around the numerous sharp edges in the household, a feat only made more difficult by said partner’s vigorous struggling, his obnoxious chants of ‘BETRAYAL-BETRAYAL-by my own- after all these years- and on my birthday too, you heartless monsters-’ rapidly rising in both volume and theatricality.
‘Oi, Nagisa, cut it out. You’re going to blow my eardrums out.’
‘Nothing less than what you deserve, Rin-chan!’
‘And I suppose your precious eight year old daughter deserves to suffer the same fate.’
‘Well, she’s being mean-’ Nagisa stops talking abruptly, stiffening in Rin’s arms as Tomoko directs a look at him- one that he can evidently sense despite his compromised vision. Rin shivers involuntarily, focusing on one of the framed photographs on the wall (six-month old Tomoko dressed in a violently pink and polka-dotted lolita dress with the cutest little purple butterfly accessories holding her tufts of brown hair into a two tiny ponytails on either side of her head, from those long-forgotten days when she would still permit her fathers and her Uncle Rei to dress her up and her Aunt Gou to take dozens of pictures) that has fallen slightly askew, trying to avoid her gaze. Matsuoka Rin you are a responsible adult, you are an Olympic gold medalist, you are not afraid of an eight year old you are not afraid of an eight year old you are not afraid of an eight year old—
‘We’re here,’ Tomoko interrupts his train of thought, holding the door to the backyard open for Rin as he and Nagisa shuffle barefoot onto the grass wet with morning dew. ‘Papa, you can untie Tou-chan’s blindfold now.’ She is biting her lower lip and there is a tiny crease between her eyebrows that Rin has to fight the urge to smooth away- it is her default ‘nervous’ expression which Nagisa insists she has picked up entirely from Rin himself. Rin feels an overwhelming surge of affection for his daughter. Baby girl, you could give him a pet rock as a birthday present and he would still love it more than anything.
Nagisa rubs his eyes and begins to say something undoubtedly idiotic, but he is interrupted by what appears to be a brown ball of fluff leaping onto his chest and knocking him on his back. He stares cross-eyed at the mongrel puppy sitting on his chest and licking his chin in stunned silence for approximately four minutes- a new record, surely.
‘You—this--’
‘It was Tomoko’s idea,’ Rin interjects, holding a hand out to shut him up. ‘She knew you always wanted to keep a dog, so she asked me if we could get one for your birthday now that we have a backyard that’s big enough.’ Well, asked might not be the right word for it.
‘Papa and I found him in that shelter Uncle Makoto volunteers at, he doesn’t have a name, I thought you could name him—’ Tomoko trails off with her gaze fixed intently on a blade of grass, uncharacteristically shy. Rin’s heart seizes. ‘Do you… do you like him?’
‘Tomo-chan…’ Nagisa is still staring at the puppy and gently stroking the soft-looking fur on top of its head. He turns his gaze upwards and fuck, his eyes are watering up and his smile is like sunshine breaking through the clouds. ‘He’s perfect.’
Tomoko can’t hide her smile this time, wide and gap-toothed and brighter than the sun at midday. Rin could stare at that smile forever, if he had Haru’s drawing skills he might even try to recreate it on a canvas- her unselfconscious smile is a carbon copy of Nagisa’s from back when they were teammates trying to rope their friends into a relay. (What makes it strange is that the one time he had mentioned it to Nagisa, Nagisa had laughed in his face before responding with a ‘what are you talking about Rin-chan, her smile is exactly like yours.’)
‘Well, of course he is! I picked him out myself!’ Tomoko recovers quickly, adjusting her glasses with a proud grin, and yeah, Rin really shouldn’t let Rei babysit this often.
‘And I expect nothing but the best from my Tomo-chan, after all.’ Nagisa stands up and brushes some stray grass and brown hair from his mustard yellow pants, and pulls Rin and Tomoko into a sudden but completely anticipated group hug as the fluffball prances around their feet. ‘You spoil both of us way too much.’
‘OI, speak for yourself, my birthday isn’t for another six months!’ Rin attempts to capture Nagisa in a headlock but freezes when Tomoko directs a patented stony glare his way. I wonder whether she picked that up from Haru or Sousuke.
‘Let’s go to the kitchen, the breakfast pizza Her Highness was gracious enough to permit for you is getting cold.’ Rin dodges Tomoko’s half-hearted smack and drags Nagisa into the house. The fluffball follows, and Rin appraises it before asking, ‘what are you naming him?’
‘I’m not sure yet, but I was thinking something along the lines of Hitokuijinshu?’
