[vanilla bean.]

i recently got this adorable lavender hoodie from target that kind of inspired this girlie
Hope u guys love her, bc I am fully prepared to steal her!!

To win this little angel, tell (or show) me what she was up to last weekend.
No minimum, but you may use a maximum 700 words and 1 art piece.
**if you have an alternate idea for the prompt that is not art or writing, feel free to ask about it!

This will end on 10/27!

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fluffy ears (uc)



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[Keen]

Username: Keen
name: Feather
gender: Heifer
collar: Just something pretty that matches her <3
prompt:

Feather had always wanted a friend that would be with her all the time, but the other cows in the herd seemed to pair up with each other and she felt excluded. Many evenings were spent watching the rest of the herd wander the fields on their own. Feather usually ended up spending her time watching the sunsets or finding a place to browse for fresh grass alone. One day she decided that she was going to find someone to be friends with, so she approached the farmhouse bravely. No one was around however, so she moved on. She continued this for most of the day. She would approach, and if there was no one around, or if someone tried to catch her, she would move off to another location (sometimes quickly, in the case of one farmer trying to lasso her to bring her back to her herd). She finally found a secluded cabin near the edge of the woods. She slowly walked up and peeked in the window to see a small, old woman sat in a rocking chair with her faithful dog on the floor near her. The fireplace crackled in the evening coolness, giving off an inviting glow. On the floor in the corner, a basket was slightly in shadow, so Feather couldn't quite see inside. Suddenly a small head peeked up over the edge of the basket and Feather almost squealed with delight. The basket held four puppies! She had made some noise apparently as the mother dog rose to her feet and nosed open the front door. Feather and the hound looked at each other for a moment before the dog disappeared inside again. Feather lowered her head, dejected. She wasn't sad for long though, as the mother dog came back out followed by her four pups. Feather was so happy to be the center of attention. The four cuddly balls of fur and kisses bounced all around her. They were right around two months old so they were plenty large enough to reach her when she bent to sniff them. One pup in particular seemed to become attached to Feather, and as she said goodnight and moved to leave, the pup whined after her. She looked back sadly at the small creature, and was surprised to see the mother dog nudge the pup in her direction. The pup yelped happily and bounded after Feather, who was so overjoyed that tears began to stream down her face. She had a friend that she knew would stay with her forever.

[honeycreeper]

username: honeycreeper66
name: Angelica
gender: female
collar: eye color with a white bell
prompt: making matching stuffed animals for her friends
wip!

[case]

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ミ☆

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█ username: case
█ gender: heifer
█ collar: something sky/cloud/sunset related?

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█ prompt:

Click. Click.

Monroe squinted one eye as she looked through the lens of her camera, constantly in a state of readjusting and refocusing. She was just about to take yet another picture of the morning sky and scenery when the image on her camera went completely black. She was sure she charged her camera overnight—it was the most important part of her nightly routine. She was just about to check the battery when a shrill voice erupted right above her head. “Monroe, what are you doing with that camera?! You better not be taking pictures again while you are on the clock!” Monroe returned to reality as she realized who was speaking--Vesuvius. She slowly got up from her position under the Redbud tree where she was laying. “Listen, Monroe, I know this is not the best job in the world. Waiting on customers who take forever to decide what they want to dine on can be irritating, but without this job, you would still be on the park bench where I found you.” Monroe realized that this was very true. She was not in any position to walk out of the waitressing job her boss had graciously given her. Vesuvius was nice enough to allow Monroe an advance in her paycheck, which was how Monroe even afforded a camera in the first place. Hey, maybe using the first few dollars to her name just to buy a camera was not particularly a wise decision, but photography was what Monroe saw herself permanently doing. Even in her sleep, she dreamt of good locations to take snapshots. She bashfully mumbled an apology to her boss, before trudging back inside the restaurant.

While waiting tables, all Monroe heard about was the carnival that just arrived in town. Some of her customers asked if Monroe was going to make it that weekend, but she knew that she should not be spending more money on tickets for rides, which only offered a temporary adrenaline rush. Taking photographs did not cost Monroe anything, and gave her a rush of happiness and excitement. She politely told the people who asked that she might go check the carnival out, but only for the unique scenery that the park offered.

Monroe quickly rushed through cleaning the last of her tables when the restaurant finally closed. She desperately wanted to photograph the carnival before the sunset. Vesuvius asked her what the rush was since her boss knew that Monroe had no urgent reason to leave. Monroe just had to hold up her camera for Vesuvius to understand. When she finally left work, Monroe hurried along the unusually bustling streets of the typically quiet, sleepy beach town. She arrived just in time to take some photographs with the wispy, dreamy pink clouds in the background.

Click. Click. Click.

Monroe thought to herself if life could get any better than this—taking pictures of the Ferris wheel as the carnival scents drew her closer to the entrance. The buttery popcorn mixed with the recently spun blue, pink, and purple cotton candy almost made Monroe contemplate spending her rent money. The thought of having to ask Vesuvius for another advance made Monroe quickly decide against the idea. Monroe continued to take pictures as she began to walk home.

Although it took her longer than normal to reach her apartment due to the crowds, Monroe did not mind. It just gave her an excuse to stay out snapping photos. When she finally reached her house, she immediately walked over to her usual haunt—the old wooden rocking chair on the back porch. She was able to just catch the changing colors of the sky.

Click. Click. Click.

Monroe sat there snapping and clicking away until the bright shining moon came up high in the sky, telling her that another day has come and gone. Monroe’s Saturday might not have been ideal for most people, but it was perfect for her.

Click.

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659 words
credits: fontmeme Carada font x
hex color codes are her own, found by me
photography-- taken by me
sorry if the quality is ruined by the conversion!

[♔Voltaire♔]

username: ♔Voltaire♔
name: Piccolo
gender: Heifer
collar: Baby pink with a daisy <3
prompt:

She sat in the back seat, fingers thrumming absently against the door handle as she took in the fiery world passing by her. The sweet smell of decaying leaves and crisp autumn air always hit different without the mask blocking her face, and she breathed deep, laughing at a small jest her driver made to her other roommate in the passenger seat. The three girls were on a mission- not one with any true end goal; only for them to get away from what seemed to be closing them in, keeping them from the outside world and isolating them behind closed doors. They had all decided one day to hit up one the of the small diary stores down the road, and they were off as soon as the weekend hit, excited to be off campus and away from any responsibilities.

They had pulled into the U-shaped drive and parked in one of the lots to the side of the building, getting out of the car and walking together to the entrance, where the smell of freshly baked pies and squeezed cider immediately invaded their senses. Piccolo always enjoyed going there, her eyes scanning the array of freshly made donuts and maple syrup candies packaged cutely in clusters of five. She immediately had made her way to the back of the store, where the new gallons of fresh cider were chilling, and she grabbed her own personal bottle, her other roommates debating on whether to purchase this or that. After a bit of perusing, they had all met at the front of the store where the pastries were, and Piccolo had ordered herself small personal pumpkin cheesecake; her favorite- and cashed out. Once everyone had bought their snacks, they set them in the car and proceeded to head to the canal just a street away. They made small talk as they went, chatting about classes and classmates and the boring lead research the other two were doing. Before long they had made it to the canal, the trees and shrubbery alight in the warm autumn tones Piccolo adored most. The bridge farther down the way that crossed over the canal was a stark blue in contrast to the fire surrounding it, and Piccolo couldn't help but snap a picture.

They walked the canal for an hour or so, stopping to rest at some benches on the docks, watching the ducks glide through the water and squealing every time someone walked past with a cute dog. They joked and reminisced of their earlier college years- trying to repress the thought that after this year... There was a chance they would never see each other again. After a while of relaxing, they decided to head back to campus, walking along the canal once more toward the dairy store, watching as the ducks in the water beside them wrestled and swam about, looking for their next meal. They couldn't help but watch when one small spat escalated, the entire flock of them in a frenzy as two of the mallards fought, chasing each other further down the canal. The three girls were in shock, but laughed all the while as they continued onward, the sound of drums and singing soon reaching them. As they came up to the one dining establishment along the canal-side, a few men were singing as they played the bongos, the people around them sitting and enjoying their meal, dancing along to the infectious beat, and Piccolo couldn't help but bounce to it. As they walked the edge of the canal to the beat of the drums and the patter of duck feet, she couldn't help but steal a glance behind her, the motion stirring the ducks beside them to take flight; taking her heart with them. These were moments she would carry within her heart for a lifetime, ones she keeps in the back pages of her scrapbook of memories to look upon with a soft smile.

[DeadlyArcana]

username: Alhena
name: Jolene
gender: Heifer
collar: lavender with a daisy and a gold bell
prompt: went on a picnic with her friend Truvy; wandered through the woods picking wild flowers
wip!

[BadgerBuddies]

username: BadgerBuddies
name: Chelsie
gender: Heifer
collar: ????? Surprise me?? I trust you<33
prompt:
There was a brief moment of static before the TV screen flicked off. A gentle sigh and the placing of the remote could be heard in the now near silence. A pale heifer with unusually unique ears sat across from the screen, now able to see her reflection in it. There was despair, and sorrow in her eyes.

Some days, and more and more now lately, it felt like the whole world was mere seconds away from coming crumbling down. So much sadness, so much hate, so much pain. Where was the love? the heifer, named Chelsie wondered. I think there’s even a Black Eyed Peas song about this feeling.

The rest of Chelsie’s Friday afternoon and evening was spent feeling powerless, trying to think, what could I do to fix things? Now of course, fixing the entire world is a pretty sizable job for just one heifer, but maybe she could at least fix parts of it.

Chelsie decided to seek out advice from her housemates. They were a pretty diverse group of Buttermilks, each with different skills, passions, and ideology, so surely someone would be able to help! Surprisingly, the resident baker, Nutmeg, seemed to be the hero Chelsie was searching for.

“We can work together; I love to bake, and, not to brag but, I’d like to think I’m pretty good at it! Where I lack talent is decorating what I bake... but with your artistic talent, I’m sure you’ll pick up cake and cookie decorating in no time!”

The wheels started turning in Chelsie’s head as Nutmeg spoke. She smiled at the warm, spice colored heifer, and agreed to form what she considered the ultimate partnership in do-gooding. Was this the Earth-shattering change she was looking to make? Not exactly. But at least it was something, and the world needed any little bit of kindness it could get right now.

The pair spent their Saturday baking up a storm in the kitchen. After a few hours, the entire building smelled divine, and many other Buttermilks were popping their heads in to see if they could snag any goodies. “Nope, these tasty treats are reserved for senior Buttermilks at the Senior Barn” Chelsie quipped without even looking up from her work. It took her a few tries, but it didn’t take her long to master designing beautiful cookie art with her piping bags full of frosting.

Exhausted from their day of baking and decorating, Nutmeg and Chelsie waited until Sunday morning to neatly package their baked goods, each bag wrapped with a little bow. The placed the cookies in a large wicker basket and headed off to the Senior Barn to hand out their treats to the elderly Buttermilks, and to spend some time with them, as many didn’t get visitors very often.

The seniors were delighted by the company of two younger Buttermilks, and the kindness they had spread with their cookies made with love. Chelsie started to think to herself, maybe I should do things like this more often... sometimes the world can feel like such a bitter place, but I can always make my world a little bit brighter.

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[sprig]

username: sprig
name: talula
gender: heifer
collar: super pale purple with lil clouds!
prompt:
wip ,, sleepy baby

[sad magic]

username: sad magic
name: Custard
gender: male (is ok to say male? I know you said she in your post but I see him as a soft boi)
collar: a creamy/soft brown with wing markings like on his coat/shoulders
prompt:
I made art of him! He spent all last weekend baking up some tasty dishes for all of his friends! He isn't very great at it, which is why it took so long. Eventually he ended up making a batch of cupcakes that passed as acceptable!

[DarkestWerewolf]

username: DarkestWerewolf
name: Mousai
gender: Heifer
collar: Artist’s choice
prompt:

Her enchanting voice filled the forest. Creatures of all shapes and sizes paused to hear the melody that crept around the trees. Birds sung back, some bolder ones even flying closer to have a look at who’s the owner of the melody. As they perched on the branches, they peered down. A lone bovine laid amongst the patch of flowers. It was Mousai.

Her voice so melodious and addicting, she could give a siren a run for her money. Mousai sang. Her soft appearance and voice matched perfectly. It was as good as being serenaded by an actual angel. Little creatures huddled a distant away, hearing her sing. It was like a scene out of a Disney movie. Nothing short of magical. After her song finally ended. Mousai smiled and gracefully dipped her head slightly, a bow for her audience. She slowly headed off, wherever the wind told her to go, she went.

She spent her weekends wondering the wilderness, letting her voice be her guide. Wherever she went, creatures were enamoured by her. Her angelic appearance and voice has convinced many that they’ve already gone to heaven. She was truly a sight to behold.