Flower Boy

indie minotaur oc rp blog | private | selective | iconless || sideblog to @bcneheaded || written by emory

[flowerbull]

🌱🌻𝐹𝐿𝒪𝒲𝐸𝑅𝐵𝒰𝐿𝐿🌷🌼 ≈ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘳… 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘈 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘳.

─ indie rp blog for a minotaur oc. 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐬-𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐨. ( 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵… 𝘈𝘙𝘓𝘖. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.) Private, Selective, low-activity, iconless. Sideblog to @bcneheaded. Loved by Emory. * beta only user.

useful links: memes / opens / interest tracker

✧ mobile friendly rules + muse info under the cut ✧

RULES:

➤ Well hey! My name is Emory; I’m 27 (they or he please!). Thanks for coming to read this! I’ll 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 – I may take a long time to respond both ooc and ic because of this; I apologize in advance. It’s not because I don’t want to write or talk with you, I promise! I’m also quite forgetful, so don’t be afraid to nudge me if I haven’t gotten back to you in a few days time; but on the same breath, please don’t 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.

➤ I’m not follow for follow, so that means I only follow those that I’m interested in writing with! I also read everyone’s rules and character information before following/interacting, and expect the same from others. I won’t follow those without a rules page or a finished (or mostly at least) character info page; I like to know who I’m 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 don’t give me a sentence in return for a couple paragraphs. On a similar note, I have the tendency to ramble. So please don’t feel the need to match my length if I’ve gone off and made the thread quite long. I’ll 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 you’d 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 don’t do drama, so please don’t 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 don’t 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 “ ( horror tw ) ” if it warrants it.

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~ These rules subject to change over time, but if/when they do I’ll be sure to make a post about it to let ya know! Thank you for your time; it’s appreciated!

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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.

[typewriter-worries]

journal entry - 8.17.22 

“what is something that is always true?” 

[flowerbull]

hiiii <3 just putting this here because.... because. atticus has a little stuffed cow that his mama made him ages ago that he still has to this day and i just need you to know this because .... its cute gjdjjdfg

[intothewildsea]

@flowerbull continued from X.

The lake wasn’t the ocean, but Niamh could make do. She’d found a little cottage near it - someone’s old summer cottage, maybe, long forgotten and left to gather dust. She tidied it and made it into a little home for herself. Well, perhaps it would never be truly home, but it was comforting and safe. She could swim in the lake as well as she could the sea.

People hardly ever came to that part of the woods, so deep and dark it could be. Hunters came, sometimes, but she found they avoided her little home. Out of respect or out of fear, she wasn’t sure. She was glad for it either way. It meant she could go out and forage without worrying as much.

That was what she was doing when she spots the creature.

She hesitates, at first. He’s unlike anything she’s ever seen before - head and legs of a bull, body of a man - but he doesn’t look…frightening. Perhaps it because he seems afraid. Running from someone, maybe?

She goes to him, basket clutched in her hand. “You’re safe.” Those are the first words that slip out - she isn’t sure why. Yet when he finally looks at her and she sees how scared he is, she understands. Even on his knees he’s nearly taller than her. She should be afraid of him. Not the other way around.

“Yes,” she reassures him. “Hunters don’t come out this far. Or anyone else, really. I haven’t seen anyone here for a long while. Except you.”

Perhaps she should be more startled but she isn’t human, either. A shifter wearing a different skin. She doesn’t think he means her any harm. She hopes he doesn’t, at least.

“Are you all right? Are you hurt?”

[flowerbull]

🌱🪻 — The beast man stares at the woman with wide, amber eyes; long lashes blinking slowly. He looks like any bull, at least on his upper half. The rest of him was.. not human, but kind of people shaped. He was a minotaur, clearly. Rare as they were.

Atticus breathes a little noisily, the air coming heavy from his large chest. Safe. He was safe, she said. By all means, she should have been the one afraid of him, and yet here he was... this massive creature, on his knees after stumbling in his anxious wandering; his cow like senses going wild at the thought of strangers finding him and hurting him like they did to monsters in the stories his mama used to tell him of. Don't leave the property, she'd always said... don't stray too far. But he had strayed too far. And in becoming spooked, he wandered even further still. He looked much less like a full grown man -- well, minotaur-- than he did a startled, lost little boy.

Silence hangs heavily between then for a long moment as his mind slowly comes back to himself. Fear melting to mere apprehension, and yet... even further still, perhaps, as he stares at the woman. She looked... soft. Small. His senses told him that she wasn't dangerous, like she said. He was safe.

The big guy swallows, exhaling with a little nod in response. His amber eyes flicker downward as he continues to sit on his haunches, slouched over a little as though instinctively trying to make himself look smaller.

"....you smell... sweet... and salty... like ocean soap..." He murmurs in that disarmingly deep voice, softened as to be quieter, an inherent desire not to be too loud and therefore.. scary. A threat.

–He's never smelled the real ocean before, but his mother used to buy soaps that she said smelled like it. This woman didn't smell like soap... no, something else. His large nostrils flare silently, eyes growing inquisitive, despite their worry.

"... what ..are you?" It's not a particularly polite question and he knows it, but he doesn't mean it in a rude way... honest. He just.. he can tell when someone isn't a human. He can't tell what they are-- but humans smelled.. different. Not like her. She smelled better.

[awakeningthevioletswithin]

Mineral Meadowcore

Watercolor On Cotton Paper

2023, 22"x 30"

Purple Poppies

Amethyst

[ncmadmoved]

╰   ––––––– ✧   @flowerbull :      asked      ❨        ❛ you deserve some good rest. ❜           ❩˙

･ .  ✶ ━━      there's a soft smile. the brunette shrugs her shoulders. blue eyes find arlo , before she shakes her head. ❛ i can't. ❜ she huffed , as a laugh escapes her. her back falls onto the cushions of the couch , letting her body lie flat. eyes close. ❛ good rest doesn't come easily to me. ❜

[flowerbull]

🍎🍵 — The large beast man stares at the small woman, cow eyes blinking calmly and slowly at her as he sits; quieter in his movements than one would expect from something so big and hulking. His amber eyes peer down at her as she lays back on the old couch in his barn, kept nice and tidy... and he lets out a soft huff through his wide nostrils, glancing down and away thoughtfully. It was true... he knew how hard it was for her to rest, and rest well. Even in the short time they've known one another. Atticus turns, silently leaving her to her thoughts for a few minutes. The scent of apples fills the space, though faintly.

A few minutes later, she would find his figure kneeling down beside her, long-lashed eyes blinking down gently and expectantly at her.  He hands her a cup of apple tea, and once she takes it... he drapes a knitted blanket over her lap; patterns of flowers and bees adorning it.  Not well done, but made with care at the very least.  Then he settles down on the hay covered floorboards next to her, still almost taller than her even when sitting down there, and he simply murmurs in that naturally booming, but purposely softened voice of his, "... then have... an okay rest at least. A comfortable one. I am here... I... will not leave from here."

[kotolunokystys]

Morning Bright Cosmos

[coyotesresources]

the  intimacy  of  hands.

[ win ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s neck and rest their forehead against the receiver’s own for a close congrats or excitement at something. [ brush ]  –  for the sender’s muse to give the receiver’s muse a passing touch along the shoulder’s / back as they walk by. [ hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to hold the receiver’s muse by the face / neck gently and brush their thumbs along their cheeks to get them to focus on them. [ passing confidence ]  –  for the sender’s muse brush their finger’s against the receiver’s muse’s hand, too scared to hold their hand. [ intertwine ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and kiss the back of their hand. [ intertwine & kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and kiss the back of their hand. [ intertwine & hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and hold them during an emotional moment to reassure them. [ wrap ]  –  for the sender’s muse to casually wrap their arms around the receiver’s neck and lean on their shoulder from behind. [ palm kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the palm of receiver’s hand. [ hand kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the back of the receiver’s hand. [ lay ]  –  for the sender’s muse to lay next to the receiver and lay their hand in the receiver muses’ hand. [ reassure ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place their hand over the receiver’s in a moment of stress and squeeze reassuringly. [ squeeze ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place their hands on the receiver’s shoulders from behind, and offer a reassuring / affirming squeeze before moving on. [ pluck ]  –  for the sender to pluck a foreign object ( twig / leaf / etc. ) out of the receiver muses’ hair. [ play ]  –  for the sender’s muse to run their hand up the receiver’s shoulder and play with the hair at the base of their neck as a means of comfort. [ rub ]  –  for the sender muse to rub up and down the receiver’s back / shoulder as a means of comfort. [ shoulder ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s shoulder to comfort them, or stop them. [ hug ]  –  for the sender’s muse to drag the receiver’s muse into a tight hug by the back of the neck, and play with their hair at the base of their neck in order to comfort them. [ shock ]  –  for the sender to recoil a bit in shock at how quick the receiver latches onto them in a moment of high emotion, before returning the affections. [ cup ]  –  for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver’s face, and brush their thumb along the receiver’s cheek. [ hair ]  –  for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the receiver’s face. [ hair & lean ]  –  for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the face, and lean in slowly for a kiss. [ cup & kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver muses’ face during an incredibly passionate and long overdue kiss. [ what a rush ]  –  for the long long overdue kiss to end, only for the sender to rest their head on the receiver’s, and comment “do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” [ no tears ]  –  for the sender to cup the receiver’s face and brush away their tears with their thumbs. [ no tears & kiss ]  –  for the sender to cup the receiver’s face and brush away their tears with their thumbs & kiss the receiver’s forehead. [ stumble ]  –  for the sender’s muse to catch and help the receiver’s muse keep balance. [ shudder ]  –  for the sender to shudder a little at some gentle touch from the receiver. [ nononono! ]  –  for the sender to hold the receiver’s head / face while they’re injured, brush their thumb along their cheeks & refuse to accept that the receiver is dying. [ acceptance ]  –  for the sender & receiver to sit / lay somewhere in acceptance of their ends together. in a final act of closeness, the sender places their hand in the receiver’s own.

[ prompt ] + reverse  –  to reverse any of the prompts !

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Apis, oil painting by Martin Wittfooth

[lspy]

oh yeah. Cow time.

[elencr]

´ ･ .  ✶ ━━      this wasn’t the first time she had shifted in her sleep.  it wasn’t common but it was unusual.  her head killed and her back felt even worse  -  it took her a couple of seconds for her eyesight to focus  ,  noticing the bunch of hay surrounding her and the sudden smell of a barn.  it wasn’t until a voice startled her properly awake.  trying her best to sit up right (trying not to fall through the pile of hay)  ,  ellie spots the … bull just to her left.  her mouth dropped open but the splitting pain spliced across the front of her head and she groaned  ,  causing her to curl inward  ,  a hand pressing tightly against her forehead.  “  t-thanks.  ”  ellie stumbled over her word.  “  y-you didn’t have to do that.  ”

╰   ––––––– ✧   @flowerbull​  :      asked      ❨      i slept here all night.. i couldn’t leave you..      ❩˙

[flowerbull]

☼ ··· There's a deep grunting grumbling noise in response-- most commonly associated with bulls, of course... He'd found her outside, on top of the hay bales... He didn't want to wake her up, or hurt her accidentally, so he just kinda... left her there. But he also didn't want to JUST leave her there (there were predators around these parts...), so... well... he just slept outside next to her, just to be safe. He didn't know this woman, and he'd never seen her once in his life... But she was here now, somehow, though he was certain she hadn't been moments ago. It.. was weird. He didn't question it too much though, and just focused on waking himself up fully. Arlo raises his head, and rests his large jaw on top of the hay bale that she laid on from his own laying position on the ground, his nostrils flaring as he sighs out a closed-mouth yawn. He knew he shouldn't be talking to her... most humans didn't take kindly to him, especially once they saw him stand and realized he WASN'T a bull... but... well, something about this woman felt familiar... she kinda reminded him of mama for some reason. "I don't mind... It's not cold this time of year..." His voice is oddly gentle for such a massive creature-- purposely speaking quieter than what his natural voice would be, lest his startle her with how gut-rumblingly deep it was. Amber cow-like eyes peer up at the woman curiously, yet cautiously, simply looking at her for a long while, waiting to see almost worriedly how she would react to him upon fully waking up.

[tiny-pumpkin-princess]

If you aren’t gonna kiss my forehead after I do something cute then whats the point?

[v0nkam]

To be chosen. To be cared for. To be loved. The sweetest thing. The warmest thing.

[classsymemes]

a comprehensive list of scenarios

feel free to combine multiple prompts or add  “ + reverse ”  to switch roles !   for reference, the one sending in the prompt is the one committing the action.

1.  GUEST :  for one muse to offer the other a place to stay. 2.  STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. 3.  MEDIC :  for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured. 4.  SURPRISE :  for one muse to come home and find the other already inside. 5.  TRIP :  for both muses to road trip or travel together. 6.  BABYSIT :  for one muse to help the other home while they’re drunk. 7.  INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am. 8.  AMBUSH :  for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy. 9.  DANCE :  for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party. 10.  STRANDED :  for one muse to help the other who’s stranded on the road. 11.  SERVICE :  for one muse to cover the cost of something for the other. 12.  SAFEGUARD :  for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event. 13.  DAZE :  for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them. 14.  STOWAWAY :  for one muse to find the other hiding on the same ship. 15.  TAXI :  for both muses to share the same taxi ride. 16.  MAKEOVER :  for one muse to help the other with a new outfit or hairstyle. 17.  LIFEGUARD :  for one muse to rescue the other from drowning. 18.  DISASTER :  for both muses to work together to escape a fire, flood, or other disaster. 19.  TRANSIT :  for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport. 20.  SPRAIN :  for one muse to carry the other after spraining their ankle. 21.  EMPLOY :  for one muse to be hired as the other’s bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc. 22.  QUEST :  for one muse to help the other with a task in exchange for compensation. 23.  SOOTHE :  for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack. 24.  RECOVER :  for one muse to return the other’s lost belonging. 25.  UMBRELLA :  for one muse to share their umbrella with the other on a rainy day. 26.  HEAL :  for one muse to nurse the other back to health from a sickness or injury. 27.  NIGHTMARE :  for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare. 28.  REUNION :  for one muse to run into the other again after a long time. 29.  PRIZE :  for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival. 30.  NUDE :  for one muse to walk in on the other while they’re changing. 31.  BED :  for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed. 32.  TRAIL :  for one muse to notice the other has been following them. 33.  EVADE :  for one muse to pull the other into an alleyway to escape their pursuer. 34.  THIEF :  for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them. 35.  CAUGHT :  for one muse to walk in on the other singing / dancing. 36.  FESTIVE :  for both muses to decorate for a special occasion. 37.  PRESENT :  for one muse to give the other a  (birthday)  gift. 38.  WEARY :  for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other. 39.  CAPTIVE :  for one muse to hold the other against their will. 40.  SNAP :  for one muse to yell at or push the other out of frustration. 41.  SLEEPOVER :  for one muse to stay the night at the other’s place. 42.  TRESPASS :  for one muse to trespass on the other’s property. 43.  BREAK-IN :  for one muse to discover the other robbing their place. 44.  MERCY :  for both muses to come across an injured animal. 45.  UNKNOWN :  for both muses to wake and find themselves in a strange place. 46.  ACCOMPLICE :  for one muse to assist the other at the scene of a crime. 47.  ASTRAY :  for both muses to take a detour and lose their way. 48.  RELAX :  for both muses to share a hot tub or hot spring. 49.  MUSE :  for one muse to model for the other’s art project. 50.  ACCOMPANY :  for one muse to give the other an extra ticket to an event. 51.  SALVAGE :  for one muse to retrieve the other’s belongings from a thief. 52.  MEAL :  for both muses to prepare and share a meal together. 53.  CEMETERY :  for one muse to find the other at a gravestone. 54.  REFUGE :  for one muse to shelter the other from enemies. 55.  ARRANGED :  for both muses to date or marry out of convenience. 56.  FAVOR :  for one muse to owe the other a favor. 57.  VACATION :  for both muses to book the same hotel on vacation. 58.  DEFEND :  for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants. 59.  CATCH :  for one muse to return the other’s pet that escaped. 60.  RESTRICTED :  for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be.

[furu-aka-saber]

Drawing bulls is kinda fun ngl

[flowerbull]

PLEASE CONSIDER.... ARLO KILLING A HUMAN BEING FOR THE FIRST TIME.... PLEASE CONSIDER...... blood caked under his nails, sticking bits of his fur together as it dries-- please consider his big brown eyes staring widely and yet, blankly, a thousand yard stare as he looks in horror and numbness at what he just did please think about how, this gentle giant who has never done anything but scare people away at most -- bluff-- will have to just sit on the ground for a long time before he can process what just happened. please think about how much his hands will be shaking, and he does not understand why