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â indie rp blog for a minotaur oc. đđđđ˘đđŽđŹ-đđŤđĽđ¨. ( đ°đł đŤđśđ´đľâŚ đđđđ. đđŠđ˘đľ'đ´ đ¸đŠđ˘đľ đŠđŞđ´ đŽđ˘đŽđ˘ đ¤đ˘đđđŚđĽ đŠđŞđŽ.) Private, Selective, low-activity, iconless. Sideblog to @bcneheaded. Loved by Emory. * beta only user.
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â§ mobile friendly rules + muse info under the cut â§
RULES:
⤠Well hey! My name is Emory; Iâm 27 (they or he please!). Thanks for coming to read this! Iâll try to keep it as brief as I can. This is a selective, low-activity blog for an OC of mine. Created, developed and loved by me! :)
⤠When sending memes/asks please try to specify a muse that you're interacting with if you're a multi-muse blog, otherwise you may be ignored, or I may prioritize others before you.
⤠I work a full-time job, and often struggle with my mental health, as well as deal with chronic pain â I may take a long time to respond both ooc and ic because of this; I apologize in advance. Itâs not because I donât want to write or talk with you, I promise! Iâm also quite forgetful, so donât be afraid to nudge me if I havenât gotten back to you in a few days time; but on the same breath, please donât hound me for responses.
⤠This blog is Mutuals-Only. General rule of thumb is that if you're followed by @bcneheaded, then were mutuals here and on any of my sideblogs that you decide to follow! However, though I'll follow from the main blog to indicate mutuals, you are NOT obligated to interact with the main blog.
⤠Iâm not follow for follow, so that means I only follow those that Iâm interested in writing with! I also read everyoneâs rules and character information before following/interacting, and expect the same from others. I wonât follow those without a rules page or a finished (or mostly at least) character info page; I like to know who Iâm writing with! I follow from @bcneheaded as that is the main blog this one is attached to. If I believe you haven't bothered to read my information, I'll likely unfollow/softblock you.
⤠ I ask you to please do not repeatedly unfollow and refollow me (or likewise like/unlike things) to get my attention; this behavior will result in a hardblock. Please communicate with me if you need or want something.
⤠Triggers will be tagged as trigger tw. Things I need you to tag for me are ped*philia, and emetophobia (irrational fear of v*mit** For me, in example⌠Saying you threw up is OK, but do not discuss or describe it any further than that please. Thank you.] ) If you deliberately ignore or frequently forget this rule, you will be blocked and anything we have will be dropped.
⤠Quality over quantity! But of course, please donât give me a sentence in return for a couple paragraphs. On a similar note, I have the tendency to ramble. So please donât feel the need to match my length if Iâve gone off and made the thread quite long. Iâll be happy with just about anything you give in return!
⤠Ships will be based on chemistry and mun to mun comfort, and are possible here. Though given the nature of the muse, it may be a bit of a long game, or a difficult thing to initiate. Discussion for pre-established relationships of any sort are super welcome and encouraged though! He's never been in love before
⤠I love continuing ask memes as threads and I definitely encourage you to do so if youâd like to. I likely won't offer starters, so these are a great way to break the ice. Just be sure to @ me if you do continue something!
⤠I donât do drama, so please donât involve me in it. Any passive aggressive or hateful asks or messages will be ignored and whoever it is sending it will be blocked. The anonymous feature is a privilege, please donât abuse it.
⤠NSFW content of sexual nature is very unlikely to appear here... but ya never know I guess. NSFW themes may be more likely to appear in terms of DARK themes, as this muse is horror based. (depictions and mention of death, parental death, violence, animal death, etc will all appear here.) But these kinds of things will be tagged as such. The catchall tag will be â ( horror tw ) â if it warrants it.
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~ These rules subject to change over time, but if/when they do Iâll be sure to make a post about it to let ya know! Thank you for your time; itâs appreciated!
xxx âcredit to @/rpiconsgalore for the banners and page break(s)!
BACKSTORY:
So she raised him like he was her own. And watched as he grew and grew and grew... He wasn't human, and he wasn't a bull... But whatever he was, he was her little boy and she was his mama... and she loved him very much. And it showed in the way he was raised. She taught him what it was to be loved and how to love in return, she taught him how to be gentle, and how to stand his ground when necessary, and when to run away. She taught him that he was different, that people might be afraid of him and it was safer to avoid strangers... but perhaps even more importantly, she taught him that although he was different, and others may hold fear over him through not understanding those who are different.... she taught him that there was nothing wrong with him.
There once was a german woman who was tired of her life. So she moved far, far away and started a new life, far from the cities and lights and convenience and into a life of calluses, sunburns, and cold nights. But she loved it, she did. It was everything she'd ever wanted, even if it was a difficult life-- all but living off the grid.
One day, she found something in the far edges of her field... She heard what she thought was a calf crying out for it's mama. And it was-- or so she thought. Until she got up close and held the poor thing in her arms. She didn't know what he was, this creature that had the head of a cow, and bend legs like one too -- but the body shaped like a child. A human. It mewled desperately in her arms, eyes still blue and unseeing in their newness. She looked around for days for the things mother, tried laying bait and asking around town if anyone had seen any odd creatures or stray cows, even... but to no avail.
Arlo loves music, westerns (like his mama), strawberries, and ranch animals. He was just a little boy that was different, helping his mama tend to the ranch and snuggling up with his stuffed animals when it came time for bed. One day, as life does... His mama got sick. He tended to her, and loved her in her final days, and when she didn't get better and died... he buried her out back, under the tree they'd spent so many afternoons reading comics and eating apples under.
He eventually got too big for the house, so squeezing in one last time, he grabbed what he needed (knocking a few things over unfortunately)-- a picture of him and his mama, his stuffed cow she'd made him when he was small, some clothes.... The essentials. And he moved into the old barn out back instead.
He's lived there by himself ever since... He still tends to the farm, bales the hay and harvests the crops, feeds the chickens and cows until they got too old and died too. And now... he's alone, mostly. Chickens were easy to tend to and breed, so were the goats. So now, if you walk a few miles out of your way, you might find this property... thriving somehow, under the watchful eye of what would appear to be in the distance to any unknowing traveler to be a large bull, laying down in the grass far away. Protecting his mama's house, and the things he loves.
He's a good boy man. He's gentle, and caring, and smart and full of life and love for life.... but he's also big, strong, and scary. Very scary. And extremely protective of the property. Nobody bothers him though, usually. He's had to defend himself once or twice... unfortunate as it was. But for as terrifyingly large and powerful a creature he is, he is good. His mama's love made him so. You can find him in his barn sometimes, listening to his radio, reading old comics, sitting on his bed he made. He's lonely... but it's okay. It's for the best, he thinks.











