[Andromeda]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: Bluebird-
Buttermilk: Belle

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: Bluebird-
Buttermilk: Belle
Word Count: 400
Prompt: Belle faced the long row of watermelon vines ahead, knowing she'd have to make several trips because they were heavier and took up so much room in her baskets. As she tugged them from the vines and heaved them into the basket, she suddenly heard a *schlop*. Slowly, her heart filled with worry, the heifer looked down to see that her hoof had gone right through one of the melons, sending the squishy pink innards flying. She lifted her foot, eyes wide as she looked around nervously. This wouldn't be the first time she'd stepped on something and sent innards flying everywhere...she had done it to Little Red's prized grapefruit once.

She had felt awful, but unless she was crawling slow as possible to photograph reptiles in the jungles of Madagascar, she was clumsier than a blind-folded bull in a china shop. The grapefruit was massive, nearly the size of a good sized pumpkin! It had won first place in the county fair and Red had planned on making delicious grapefruit tarts to share with everyone in the barn! She had placed it in a bowl on the counter so it wouldn't roll away and silly Belle had accidentally hit it with her tail while she was turning around and the next thing she knew, her hoof was smooshing it flat. She had tried to hide it, but unfortunately Red came in while she was wiping the juice from the floor with paper towels.

Belle had immediately begun to apologize, tears welling up in her eyes as she fell to her knees and sobbed over the grapefruit carcass. She remembered Red approaching her slowly, eyes falling upon the squished fruit. Then the other heifer was knelt by her side, comforting her. Belle had felt so embarrassed and Red made her feel so much better, saying it was alright and they could go pick some more together. It had made her feel so much better, and recalling this event, the heifer snapped back to her senses and threw another watermelon into her basket. She would work extra hard now to make up for the one she stepped on. She would make more trips faster and carry more melons than she originally thought she could. The heifer sped along, poking her nose through the broad leaves and pulling out even the smallest of melons, sniffing each to make sure it was ripe.

[Northstar.]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: Northstar.
Buttermilk: Eponine


“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: Northstar.
Buttermilk: Eponine
Word Count: 540
Prompt:

Food stocks were low and all surrounding buildings were now wiped clean with Eponine and Ghost's efforts.

"We have to go farther," Eponine spreads a map out over the reception countertop.  "There's a big box store across town."

"How was that not cleaned out?" Ghost questions.

"When this thing hit, it hit hard. No one had time to scramble for anything. I've been there before. It still has stock.  I hadn't seen another living person for months before you."  Eponine quiets and the silence that stretches between them is uncomfortable.  She hadn't told Ghost much of before - or how long Before Ghost was.  She had a feeling Ghost knew it wasn't good, but the other bovine never asked. 

"We can try." Ghost doesn't sound convinced.  She's holding one of their resident cats - a gray tabby called Socks.

"If we take the bikes it'll be a two hour ride." Eponine outlines her normal route on the map, and then another three spares.  Backups are important in the apocalypse.  "We'll hook the carts up and have enough stock for a month."

"Do you remember the building layout?"

"Of course."

"Show me."

xxx

They leave at dawn and everything goes smoothly right up until the plan is put in motion.

Ghost will drop from the building and lure out any of the undead from inside, and Eponine will sneak around the back and grab what they need.

She's alone in the dark building with only a headlamp for a lightsource and the sound of Ghost's bells ringing in the distance. 

Her heart is in her throat as she peeks around the corner.

The shelves are empty.

A sharp yell splits the air.

Ghost.

Ghost never screams.

Eponine feels cold creep up her limbs in panic and races to the front of the store.  She can't lose Ghost. She can't be alone again.

She doesn't think she'll survive that.

There's a horde and amongst them are fallen bells.  Eponine swallows a sob, and hefts her sledgehammer.

The dead fall beneath its weight.

Tears blur her eyes as hands claw at her clothes but she has to find Ghost.

She does.

And for the first time in months Eponine cries.

xxx

It takes a long time to get back to the museum.  Night swallows the city and Eponine beats back the enlivened dead with a vengeance. 

She bandages her wounds in silence.  She wavers under the weight of guilt.

"I'm sorry. I was wrong," she gasps as Ghost finally emerges from her seclusion to help.  The white bovine bandages Eponine with a gentle hand, and Eponine helps her in turn.

There's a cold silence between them.

Eponine doesn't know if she can fix this.

"My life was in danger for nothing," Ghost finally says coldly. Eponine swallows; she wishes she never made that plan. Ghost was beaten and bruised but somehow avoided hungry teeth and mouths. And it was Eponine's fault.

"I know, I'm sorry." More than sorry. Her heart aches and her fingers are still so cold.

"Sorry.... Sorry doesn't help, Eponine." And Ghost does what she does best - disappears.

Eponine swears something breaks in her chest. She holds in her sobs but can't stop the tears that fall.

[Venatici]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: Morghettio
Buttermilk: The Holy Trinity

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: Morghettio
Buttermilk: The Holy Trinity
Word Count: 207 / 100
Prompt:
What is something that your Buttermilk worries about? Are they more carefree, or high strung? How do they deal with their worries, if and when they have them?

The god of the forest worries about being good enough. Despite appearing very relaxed, Morgan is incredibly tense a good portion of the time, as he tries to figure out how to solve everyone else's problem but his own. Apparently, when it comes to advice, it was something he could not he could give himself: do what I say, not what I do.

Morgan enjoys helping others, though, and would probably worry himself to death more if he did not actually do anything to help. He feels he is able to support others, so if he chose to stand by and do nothing, that would eat away at him. That would serve for nothing, and would probably make the bull a lot worse off than he is: and as everything stands, for him things are good. Life is easy, aside from carrying other people's burdens. He runs his own job pretty much, has a gorgeous house just exactly how he likes it, and has a wonderful husband who he would not trade for the world. These are big things in his life, but the main way he combats stress is just through the little things, like spending time with his plants or going out for ice cream.

[kaminari.denki]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: .entity.
Buttermilk: Eridani

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"I'd like to help harvest some more!"
Username: .entity.
Buttermilk: Eridani
Word Count: (182 words)
Prompt:

"What is something I worry about?" Dani asked, eyebrows lifting to match with the awkward smile appearing on his face as he turned to stare of Liz with wide eyes. "What don't I wonder about?"

"I worry about the government finding out about my powers - my mom never registered me, which isn't her fault and I'll fight anybody who thinks it is. I manifested late and it would've been too hard to register me then - and taking me away," he huffed softly, shaking his head as he relayed everything that was on his mind at any given time - which was.. a lot. "I'm worried about doing well in school and getting kicked out, leaving my mom alone to take care of the house by herself."

Dani stopped speaking and let out a loud breath, one hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stave off a budding headache. "I'm worried about almost everything that has to do with my family or my schoolwork or.. general life, I guess?"

"It's a lot.. I'm a very stressed person."

[BiscuitTheDog]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: BiscuitTheDog
Buttermilk: Carmie

cannot prompt, mind blargfhhgfhgfhdfgd

[honeybunchesofoats]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: honeybunchesofoats
Buttermilk: Triton


“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: honeybunchesofoats
Buttermilk: Triton
Word Count: 279
Prompt: What is something that your Buttermilk worries about? Are they more carefree, or high strung? How do they deal with their worries, if and when they have them?

Triton was the kind of kid that always worried about everything. He worried about getting done all his chores (even if he had plenty of time to get them done), about getting his plants to grow (even if he had read all the books in his library about how to care for that specific plant). But there was one thing that worried him more than the rest...

Where did his little sister go?

After Rhodos had first runoff, he searched for her every single day. He took his time after completing chores around the farm to sweep their acres of land for her. He'd even go as far as to trek further off the farm, further than he had ever been, to see if he could catch sight of her. He'd find himself restless at night, so he would slip on a pair of shoes, wrap his quilt around his body and walk outside with a flashlight. He had taught his sister morse code soon after she learned how to read. This way they could communicate with each other if they were grounded or just for fun. He would sit under the stars and flash her name over and over out into the darkness in hopes she would come home soon.

After 11 years had passed, Triton was still worrying about her. Theoretically, people thought he was a little crazy for keeping an eye out but he just...had a feeling she was still out there. Sometimes, when he couldn't sleep, he'd roll out of bed and repeat the same routine, flashing her name into the void, hoping and wishing that somehow she'd find her way back where she belonged.

[Joke's On You]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: Joke's On You
Buttermilk: Pluto

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: Joke's On You
Buttermilk: Pluto
Word Count: 323
Prompt:

Pluto only has some worries. Her only worry that she can think of off the top of her head is not being able to make friends because of how awkward she is. And she also worries about potential friends leaving her because she doesn't start conversations too often and will often easily lose conversations after she doesn't know how to reply. She has troubles dealing with this type of worry because it's a constant fear of hers. She doesn't want to lose any of her friends because even if she isn't good at keeping up conversations and approaching them about things first, she still cares a lot about them. Her friends are some of the most important people in her life and she wouldn't ever want to lose those special people.

A lot of the times, Pluto tries to ignore these worries because she doesn't want to be annoying in the eyes of her friends. She doesn't want to upset them for constantly having the worry that one day she'll wake up and they won't want to be her friend anymore. How does she cope? She isn't good at coping with the worry on her own and needs her friends to help her out a bit

But if she has to answer more in depth, she tends to go to her friends when she has that feeling. She'll go to them and talk about why she's feeling upset and what was bothering her. From there, her friends make sure to stay calm and reassure her about the situation, telling her that they'll always care about her for who she is, even with her flaws. Because in the end, they all agree that she is an amazing Buttermilk that they love to be around and get to know. The constant support from her friends help make her worry go away, even if it's only temporary. But regardless, it still hinders what she is feeling.

[Namida_☾]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: Namida_☾
Buttermilk: Lola

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: Namida_☾
Buttermilk: Lola
Word Count: 163 words
Prompt:

Lola is actually a rather carefree cow. This is because she was always used to being in a loving home with others around her, where everyone helped each other out, so that no one really had to worry about anything. So when it comes, that Lola actually struggles with things, she is actually very helpless. She usually then goes to grab her favourite blanket, which she had since she was little, and then curls up someone cozy in her barn and just, exists. Now, why isn't she asking someone for help when she struggles? Since she used to grow up somewhere, where everyone helped each other so no one would have to worry, she does not want to make any one worry, so she doesn't dare to bother anyone with her problems, but often she finds others finding her when she struggles and all she then needs is just a hug from them, to know that everything is going to be okay.

[vanilla bean.]

day 7 is open, and WOW it's the last day of prompts-
amazing work you guys, I know this event has been a lot, and I'm so glad you all participated

the number listed next to your name is the number of sunflower seeds you've earned <3
liz is very grateful for all of your help <33

Winter Shores - 52
BadgerBuddies - 26
♔Voltaire♔ - 28
surfingmars - 2
rescue2001 - 10
acadicus - 28
paopu - 18
mtuan, - 50
ptarmigan -34
DarkestWerewolf - 30
bluex - 28
zaz - 10
Areater - 14
Knickknacks - 30
Ravendarus - 30
Cactologist - 32
Desmond - 20
Queen Vivane - 8
ceance - 10
Yodel - 42
Pufferheart - 6
Micki. - 28
fawn- - 6
Elliad. - 10
certified - 14
Bluebird- - 24
Northstar. - 48
Morghettio - 14
.entity. - 16
BiscuitTheDog - 4
honeybunchesofoats - 20
Joke's On You - 42
Namida_☾ - 12

[♔Voltaire♔]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username:♔Voltaire♔
Buttermilk: Sakura


“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: ♔Voltaire♔
Buttermilk: Sakura
Word Count: 553 words
Prompt:
This year really had been a stressful one, but to say that last year wasn't as stressful or more would be a lie. 2019 was a horrid year for me personally, but I truly did take some large steps toward my healing, which was why it was so painful. My 2020 started out horrendous as well, but it slowly faded from that into something numbing, almost a calm before the storm of what the world would be and what it is presently. It was heartbreaking having to leave my campus prematurely, and it really has affected my drive to stay up to date with my classes, but I am holding on!

Classes end soon, the 24th to be exact! Finals begin that day and then until May 4th, but I am so excited to be done with this semester after the stress it has caused. My family is healthy, safe, and doing their best to keep themselves from dying of boredom- but they are safe, and that's what matters most to me. My birthday was last week- an amazing milestone year for someone who never thought they'd make it this far, and that night was one of the most amazing I have ever had; despite the present situation the world is facing. I was able to spend it with the people who matter most to me, and for that I am eternally grateful.

My pets are healthy and happy as well, though one in particular has caused me more stress than I had hoped! It is so nice being able to be at home and see them every day and just bask in the love they throw at me ever so generously. I have my bed that I fall asleep in every night and wake up in every morning instead of the cheap mattresses the dorms have and I do my homework on my own time. My sleeping schedule still needs some work, but I get to sleep in for as long as I want, and that's always a great thing! Animal Crossing has taken up my entire life and I wouldn't have it any other way- my island still looks like trash but so do I LOL, I am sure it will look somewhat decent someday!

The greatest thing that has happened to me though is that I am alive. As I have prefaced above, I never thought I would be in the position I am now. I thought I would be long and gone by this time, and it amazes me every day just how far I have come from what i once was to who I am now. I have amassed many friends, both in real life and here on the internet- people who I wouldn't trade for the world, people who i would fight tooth and nail for. You don't know how much friendship means to people who downright despise themselves like I do- it's magical, timeless- it takes a person's breath away to know that no matter how much of a monster someone thinks they are- they still have the joy of befriending others.

I hope that everyone is taking care of themselves. You are so very important and your mental and physical health always come first. Please be safe everyone, we will get through this together <3