Buttermilk #860 - winner by surfingmars

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Buttermilk #860 - winner

Postby surfingmars » Sun Jun 14, 2020 1:15 pm

    to win this lady tell me what she likes about the night

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    you can use art and writing to answer the prompt, no limits :)
    you're welcome to pretty up your forms

    ends june 19th at 8:00 pm mst
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Re: Buttermilk #860

Postby sprig » Sun Jun 14, 2020 1:17 pm

username: sprig
name: elsie
gender: heifer
prompt:

Do you ever look up at the stars and just feel an overwhelming peace of mind and mental clarity?

Wip with star gazing, listening to crickets
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Re: Buttermilk #860

Postby fawn » Sun Jun 14, 2020 1:18 pm

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gender: heifer
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holy wow what a pretty baby
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Re: Buttermilk #860

Postby paopu » Sun Jun 14, 2020 1:18 pm

    username: paopu
    name: Timber
    gender: heifer
    prompt:
    Timber wishes she could say she liked the night. Its quite and peaceful and all sorts of interesting animals live in it and really, truly, she wished she could like. In actuality, it's not that easy. See, Timber's afraid of the dark. Shadows are terrifying and not being able to see properly is the absolute worst.
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Re: Buttermilk #860

Postby Namida_☾ » Sun Jun 14, 2020 1:19 pm

username: Namida_☾
name: Kassiopeia
gender: heifer
prompt: wip<3
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Re: Buttermilk #860

Postby arcturus. » Sun Jun 14, 2020 1:22 pm

username: twisted_shadows
name: Cleo
gender: heifer
prompt: Cleo loves the way the stars twinkle, and the clouds slowly part to reveal the moon. She loves the soft sway of the grass and the fresh smell of dew on the grass blades as the night changes from dusk to dawn. She loves how the crickets chirp and she gets to be alone with her thoughts, and listen to the gentle sounds of sleep.
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Re: Buttermilk #860

Postby Venatici » Sun Jun 14, 2020 1:23 pm

username:
name:
gender: heifer
prompt: their favorite thing about the night is getting to drive
driving out of the city and feeling like they dont exist, nothing but desert and the night sky above

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𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸’𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞
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Re: Buttermilk #860

Postby Cactologist » Sun Jun 14, 2020 2:12 pm

username: Cactologist
name: Starly
gender: Heifer
prompt: Starly steals a glance at the sun, lazily lolling towards the horizon. As expected, its rays blind her and reinforce her strengthening headache.
How much longer?
Another shrill laugh slices through the air and seizes her mind like a vice. She clamps her eyes shut and grinds her teeth.
I can't do this...
A careless body bumps against her, enough to throw her to the ground. She doesn't bother to stand, instead curling into a ball. The pain is the only thing she cares about, with her appearance and others' judgement ranking last.
Make it stop...
Pain ruptures through her with every sound, every ray of light. Nothing she does helps, and she teeters deliriously on the edge of consciousness. She feels nauseous and doesn't know how much longer she can last.
Why did I ever think this was a good idea?
Every day this pain returns if she doesn't do anything to keep it at bay. As a result, she sleeps away her days in solitude so that the noise and light can't affect her.
Why did I ever think I could be like them... normal?
Just like everyone, though, she can't live alone forever. After enough time has passed for her to underestimate her condition, she will venture into the daylight with the rest of her herd, only to regret it later.
What would it even be like to be normal?
As always, though, her strength holds steady, and so does the promise of night. The sun finally dips below the horizon, and the rest of the herd one by one turns in for the night. Slowly but surely her agony ebbs away, and she opens her eyes to see that she, once again, is alone.
Finally.
She stands, shaking the tightness from her bones. She lifts her ears to greet the perfect silence. A smile comes to her after what seems like an eternity of agony, and the moon and stars smile back.
Peace. Silence. Stillness...
In the end, she wouldn't trade her condition for the world, as nighttime grants her a freedom like nothing else can. It becomes her own world, crafted just for her. She thrives on her own, befriending only those who also awaken when the world falls asleep, that cherish the night as she does.
It's perfect.
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Re: Buttermilk #860

Postby ZeroToInfinity » Mon Jun 15, 2020 6:37 am

username: dino cat
name: Star
gender: Heifer
prompt: Crickets. SHe likes resting her head and letting herself fall asleep to the sound of the crickets. The chirping grows louder as she falls asleep and the soothing sound calms her down after a long day.
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Re: Buttermilk #860

Postby Grey_Hoodie » Mon Jun 15, 2020 9:30 am

    username: grey_hoodie
    name: Oreo
    gender: heifer
    prompt:
      Once upon a time, she might have been able to say the stars and the imaginary lines that wove between them to create constellations, but more recently, she found herself taking comfort in the smallest details of night that the starry sky normally outshone. She enjoyed the serenity of being almost completely encompassed in darkness, with only the gleaming flickers of streetlights along the side of the road lighting her way. She enjoyed getting drawn in by the drunken, silhouetted dances of lamp-led moths. She enjoyed leaving the windows of her car open just an inch, so she could take comfort in the sleepy silence of her town and the cool, tranquil breeze that took its time seeping through the city.

      More than anything, she adored driving down the quieter, lonelier streets where she could take her time. The roads were splashed with darkened patterns, and shallow puddles parted beneath the tires of her car to cascade over the medium strip. It was only at night when the city would water the grass and lines of flowering bushes, and her inner-kid was ecstatic to have the opportunity to soak in the spray of a line of sprinklers once more. Nostalgia for warm summery days - where relief came in the form of running beneath the arch of spraying water along a slippery sidewalk – always led to her driving just a bit slower, just so she could submerge herself in her childhood memories. The static noise of the sprinklers and the warbled tune of the puddles splashing up against the car were almost hypnotic in a way. Sure, the stars were nice – but coming home in the middle of the night after a long, arduous day of work, and being able to find comfort in the little things the day could never offer was worth more than a couple of blinking lights could ever be.
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