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Happy Easter!
Hound and I thought we would make some cute rabbit kiddos for the holiday

this will be a Partner Competition! Meaning you will be partnering up with another cs user and creating a form together!
(you have the choice of either making these two sisters or best friends - the option is yours)

prompt:
what is an obstacle or problem the two of them have faced, and how do they overcome it?

limits: 500 words, 1 optional extra
- extra can either be art, a playlist, another writing piece (limit of another 500 words), etc.
- no animations, still pieces of art only
- coding is allowed!
- you may re-arrange the form, as long as everything that needs to be there is there. (ex. u can put users and names together)
(- headers count as an extra if its art, word images do not)
you may post on the cover topic of these two to look for a partner if you wish!

only post your whole form on only one of the buttermilks! it does not matter which one.
please include who will be getting what buttermilk!

end date: 5th May

Traits:
(nr)- custom Collar
(c)- mouth (playful)
(uc)- ear edit (helicopter)

Username: neondisaster
Name: loulabelle

[Kassypen]

Username: Kassypen
Name: tbd (hound’s moo)

Username 2: sal fisher.
Name 2: tbd (dyno’s moo)

Sisters or bffs?: sisters
What's a problem they've faced and overcame together?:
Extra 1: (optional)

[w0ah]

FOR #583
username: w0ah
name: ...

FOR #584
username two: artemis,
name two: ...

sisters or bffs?: bffs
what's a problem they've faced and overcame together?: wip
extra: wip

[Queen Vivane]

Username: Queen Vivane (I'll be getting this Moo)

Name: Titania

Username 2: .dystopian. (Will be getting Hounds moo)

Name 2: *name*

Sisters or bffs?: BFFS

What's a problem they've faced and overcame together?:
"For the night is dark and full of terror?!" Titania shrieked as something brushed against her ear. "Why did that have to come into my mind right now?" She whimpered quietly as the sky flashed white followed closely by the boom of thunder. The cow valiantly wished she'd taken her friends advice and not gone into the woods. How she regretted her actions now. Why oh why was she so stubborn?! Her heart thudding painfully in her chest, the soaked grey cow practically shrinking in on herself upon catching sight of a pair of lurid orange eyes. Screaming the cow bolted, sure that the eyes belonged to a monster.

"Wait!" called the owner of those bright eyes, only to be drowned out by an almost defaming boom of thunder. With a curse she galloped after her fleeing friend, desperate to catch up before something awful happened.

Titania ran like some devouring beast of horror was on her heels. Nothing in her mind except fear and the urge to run right until she could run no longer. So focused on her fear, Titania didn't notice the ditch until solid ground was no longer under he hooves. With a terrified noise the lop eared cow fell hard onto the sodden mucky floor at the bottom. Throwing herself back onto all fours the cow desperately tried to find purchase on the sides of the ditch

After several attempts that only resulted in failure, Titania huddled at the bottom of the ditch as the storm raged on. Her Body shook as she cried to herself, sobs barely audible over the almost constant booms of thunder.

"Titaniaaaa?" The orange eyed cow called, praying her friend would answer. When no answer came she valiantly pushed onward, ignoring the way water dripped off of her sodden ears. Gradually she became aware of soft sobbing. Skidding to a halt at the edge of the ditch she stared at her miserable looking friend.

"Stay there, I'll find someway to get you out" she called down.

"Whats the point?! You may as well leave me here! There's no point in getting me out" Titania hissed back. Shaking her head the dark cow located a relatively thick looking branch and shoved one end into the ditch.

"Grab onto the branch! Please! I can't do this without you, we're supposed to be friends Titania!" She sobbed frantically glaring at the other cow.

"I'm not worth the trouble, go home without me!" Titania replied in a broken sounding tone. As if she'd just given up on everything.

"STOP IT" her friend screamed and took her end of the branch between her teeth, shoving the other end toward Titania. Hours seemed to pass before something snapped and Titania grabbed the other end of the branch. Working together the two managed to heave the pale cow out of the ditch. Collapsing on the ground jaws aching, the friends said nothing.

"Lets go home, together" the dark cow breathed.

Extra 1: (optional)

[neon.]

Username: neondisaster
Name: Loulabelle 'Belle'
#583

Username 2: lovestruck
Name 2: Maeve
#584

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Sisters or bffs?: sisters
What's a problem they've faced and overcame together?: + writing extra [868/1000]
growing apart - in two perspectives. belle in pink, maeve in dark red.

I remember when we were so close. I knew what she would be thinking a mile away - even back when Maeve was a baby, she was always so expressive. I held her close, took her in my arms, and promised to be the best older sister.

Mom laughed, ruffled my hair, and said she was glad we were already getting along so well. That I didn’t have to do everything for her, that was mom’s job.

I didn’t disagree. But I had my own secret promise. And I’d never let that go.

But now? It feels like she’s gone away. I try, I try. She went to my same high school- I introduced her to my friends, had the teachers knowing her name before she even showed up.

Maeve was less and less expressive. A quick smirk, a dry laugh. These told me nothing. She used to wear her heart on her sleeve, but now it seemed she’d sewed up the gaps. Where was the space for me?

She was my younger sister- and I cherished her. But she said she didn’t just want to be known as Belle’s younger sister- why not? I just don’t understand.

we used to be so close, sure.

She was not only my sister, but my best friend. But Belle was always perfect. The good grades, the friends, the outgoing personality. She had it all. Our parents always wanted me to be her, but I’m not her. I am her shadow. Does she not understand that making everyone know me, trying to help me fit in, it just makes it all worse? I don’t want to be who our parents wanted us to be, it’s not me. Sometimes I feel like she doesn’t actually want me around her- why would she, when she has so many friends to talk to instead.

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I think she just doesn’t understand.

I’ve invited her to cookouts, to parties- but there’s no interest. It feels like I’m failing. These things I’ve known since childhood about her are no longer true. I haven’t changed. Why would she? We’re related. I know she can just be outgoing if she wants to be.

I just want to be there for her as she was there for me

when our parents split up. She helped me out, she was the perfect sister. That’s her- always perfect. She couldn’t truly see how sad I was, how distressed. Belle was always too focused on making sure she was playing her role. I never even saw her cry once. It was like she didn’t care. She never understood the way I closed myself off from the world after that. If I can’t trust my own parents, why should I trust anyone else not to leave me broken?

maybe she'll never understand that maybe there’s something else at work here

We’ve overcome a lot together. When mom and dad split, I was the only source of stability for her. I tried so hard to be that- I’d comfort her, I’d make her lunches, I’d drive her to school. Sometimes we’d be apart, but it was okay. I used those times to fall apart - but never in front of Maeve. Never.

I feel like I can't understand her anymore.
I need to do something so she'll understand.

After pacing around my room in nervous circles, I approach her. I ask her to talk. I miss the way we used to be, before she molded herself into this unmoving, seemingly flawless person. I miss our endless talks, the time we used to spend together. This Belle isn’t the sister I remember. But I suppose I’m not the sister she remembers either. What if we can never be fixed. What if.. we’ll be broken forever.

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Oh- she wants to talk now. Maybe she’ll let me know what she needs to fix. I can do that- I’m good at that! I just want to help.

“I feel like you don’t see me,” I say, my hands trembling at my side. “I- I love you Belle, but.. you’re always so perfect. I can’t live up to that, I can’t ever be good enough..” I pause, forming my words in my head. “I know you were just trying to be strong for me, but it feels like you’re just pushing me away. I can’t be as good as you, the comparison, it’s killing me. And, you don’t have to be perfect around me. You don’t have to be strong. I miss you..”

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Gently… She let me know. Maybe… I have made things harder for her. By never showing her my faults, I built myself to something untouchable. I thought it would help. But it didn’t. I drove her away.

She wants to see that I can be a person too, not this pillar of virtue. She hated that, she hated the comparisons… All I have wanted her to do was be proud of me. I’ve always been proud of her. She’ll help me now. I’ve always thought that I needed to be the perfect one, but maybe that’s not true.

At least, I’ll get to learn who my sister is now. I can’t wait to talk to her.

[Micki.]

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Mischeif twinkled in her eye,
as stars lit up the sky;
Clover was quite bold
and could not be controlled.



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Dahlia was not brave
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It was a gorgeous summer night - the stars shing and crickets chirping in the distance. The perfect night to visit the town’s graveyard, of course. The area was decrepit - gravestones crumbling, weeds tangled throughout the rubble.

Two best friends sat cross-legged, an old book placed atop the grave in front of them. The book, found earlier at a pawnshop, claimed to be an old spell book - a necessity, in Clover’s eyes at least.

"Whatever page we open to, that’s the spell we have to do!" Cover exclaimed, unwrapping the worn leather strap and flipping to a random page.

It read:

A startled look crossed Dahlia's face, heart beating faster, "That - that’s impossible, isn’t it??"

"Only one way to find out," Clover said definitively, quickly scanning the page for instructions, "Look, it's easy - we just have to chant this phrase together three times, no big deal! What are you, chicken?"

"Hey, I’m no chicken!" Dahlia grumbled, not wanting to be called chicken for the next month, "Fine…"

Eyes closed, the two began to chant in sync.

Once, twice, then three times.

Nothing happened. They stood up and looked around, before turning to look at the grave again.

Then, from behind, came a cough.

Both girls jumped, whipping around to see what could only be described as a zombie.

"Follow me, I know where we can hide," Clover whispered, as if raising her voice would attract the creature’s attention. Her free hand closed on Dahlia’s, and the two darted away, attempting to lose the thing they had awoken.

After what seemed like ages of running, the two reached their destination - a large crypt on the opposite side of the graveyard - chests heaving. Dahlia snatched the book from Clover’s hands and frantically scanned the pages.

"WAIT!" Dahlia finally cried out, "Read this!"

In small, faint lettering below the spell were scribbled notes about only bringing back those who had unfinished business. Just as they finished reading, the being lumbered right up to them.

"Er- what's going on?" he asked, confusion on his half-rotted features.

"Sir, I believe you're dead - Or.. were dead," spoke Clover, feeling bolder, "We performed a spell, and I think it brought you back because of your unfinished business."

"Well…" he started, but went into a fit of coughing - clearly straining the body he hadn’t used in months. The zombie - er.. semi-deteriorated man - cleared his throat before continuing, "I never gave my daughter her birthday gift."

"Maybe we could help?" Dahlia piped up, sympathetic.

A far-off look came across the semi-deteriorated man's somewhat less-than-fresh face, "It was a lovely dollhouse - roof painted like stars and…" he stopped short, clearing his throat in favor of finishing his words.

"Leave it to us!" the two girls said in unison.



Ding-dong.

A little girl opened the door. Dahlia and Clover greeted her with wide grins, a giant box between them. The girl looked a bit confused, but Dahlia was quick to explain, "Your father wanted us to give this birthday gift to you, Jo."

"And a little birdie told me it's pretty special," Clover added, winking at Jo.

Dahlia laughed gently, "Well? Go on, open it!"

"B-But, I can't open gifts before cake. Mom's rule!" Jo replied, not taking her eyes off of the box.

Clover chuckled in response, shaking her head, "Here's a piece of advice, Jo: rules are meant to be broken," she smiled at Dahlia before adding, "Even the rules of life and death aren't so... permanent."

Jo hurled herself at the box and ripped the paper off wildly. Her eyes got even bigger when she finished unwrapping it, shrieking in delight as she circled the dollhouse.

She seemed to be particularly drawn to the roof of the dollhouse. It was enchanted with a moving galaxy, stars contorting and twisting continually, and it even appeared to ripple when it was touched - Dahlia's idea, Clover's execution.

The semi-deteriorated man watched from across the street, his mildly mushy eyes started tearing up - well, leaking from the sockets really... but surely from his emotions! After all, he was very, very emotional. Who knew semi-deteriorated people could still be capable of feelings, that they're not just weird, brain-hungry eating machines? The semi-deteriorated man sat in the bushes, crying as he watched his daughter bounce with joy.

He knew it would be the last time he saw her, at least in this world, and, although it hurt his heart, he was content with it. He was content simply knowing that she was happy.

No. He was at peace.



Dahlia wiped a bead of sweat from her brow, smearing dirt across her forehead, "Who decides to become a gravedigger? Like, seriously? Who wants to do this professionally?"

"I don't think anyone chooses to be a gravedigger, Dahlia," Clover scoffed, throwing dirt over her shoulder.

"I don't think they're called that anymore," the semi-deteriorated man piped in, "I think it's improper or something. You're supposed to call them cemetery keeper."

Clover scoffed, "And who asked you, semi-deteriorated man? Why aren't you helping, anyways? It's your grave we're digging!"

"I can't - who knows what might pop off of me if I try!"

Then they hit the coffin. They opened it and he got in without complaints, though it did seem a little tight after he'd been walking around in the world again.

When she looked down to say goodbye, she found that he had already gone back to rest. For good this time. Both of the girls got teary-eyed, though Clover hid it better, as they reburied him. They stood at his grave, mourning the loss of their not-quite-fresh friend.

"Goodbye, semi-deteriorated m-" Clover was nudged in the ribs, "Goodbye, Bob."



we collaborated on the entire story - we both wrote parts, then edited them together <3
word count:

lil personalities poem (in boxes): 41 words
story: 500 words + 459 words from extra
total: 1000 words
pixel credit:
king-lulu-deer@dA
lacrimon@dA

[hiraeth + hound]

hello everyone! after some deliberation with dyno, we've both come to a mutual decision on the winners! once again, thank you to everyone who participated, your forms were all very lovely and those of you who did art did beautifully!!

winners:

neondisaster & lovestruck!

congrats! we both loved how deep this story was, and how you tied your form's coding (specifically the text color) into their dialogue, that was a brilliant idea. we both really felt their strong connection and characters through your form, and loved how it was emotional but not too much so! congratulations to the both of you ♥

[lumilys]

wearing the late hat a lot lately; but big congrats!! <3

[neon.]

ahh, thank you guys so much!! we are super happy to have them <3

i loved reading all the entries, and thank hound + dynosaur again for such cute moos!