#red poll cow

[wemlisbemlis]

🍄MERLOT🍄

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round 4: bracket 8 final poll

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Czesząca się (A girl brushing her hair) by Władysław Ślewiński, 1897:

propaganda: red hair pretty. also i like how we can see her face in the mirror

Orka na Ukrainie (Ploughing in Ukraine) by Leon Wyczółkowski, 1892:

propaganda: coming to you from the author of the beutiful beets painting from the first tournament: cows in the prettiest hues of the colour blue you’ve ever seen

[skin-bible]

[whowouldwininafite]

[bovineblogger]

if you had to rank cow breeds on huggability (like, most comfortable for both parties), which breed would be #1 and which would be last?

- milky 🥛

(i have very absurd questions)

oogogohhhhhhggg ive been waitingg for this ive bene waitign for theis

MOST HUGGABLE

a lot of ppl ive found agree tht herefords and red devons are some of the most docile cattle breeds! double if theyre hand reared or steered! plus they have curly fur some times<3 theyre polled and soft and cute! heehe

LEAST HUGGABLE

heck cattle were literally bred to be huge and aggressive. they want u dead . they will gore u and ull die. unfortunately i do find them very pretty. but they are so mad.

[prettyhearteyedfemme]

Whichever one wins, you will see a more detailed poll about it.

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I'd love to see a full-on review of Burlap from you! As a matter of personal taste, I do like it as a Plushie 2.0, but I also sympathize with your dissatisfaction in the loss of that creepy vibe. Which pets do you like best in it?

Poor, poor Burlap. It was originally introduced as Burlap Doll alongside Steampunk, Toy, and Origami as part of a 2018 poll to pick a new colour, wherein it came in dead last, probably because it was by far the least cute option of the four. That said, us burlap lovers were annoying vocal enough that TNT eventually caved and released it anyway.

Unfortunately that was a small victory, as there's been a gradual shift in appearance and tone. Burlap's original intent, and the reason so many of us loved it, is that it was creepy. Burlap pets were supposed to be dolls haphazardly stitched together from sack cloth and whatever pieces of junk happened to be lying around, with dead button eyes and stitched-up mouths. It was a very distinct vibe, almost scarecrow-like, and that made it really stand out.

However, TNT has been softening the colour over the years. Bright colors were introduced; the junk and scrap materials concept was almost entirely dropped; straw-like elements were replaced with soft fuzzy tan fur; and so on and so forth. Compare the Burlap Usul, released in 2023, with the Burlap Ogrin, released in 2020:

And just to be clear, the more plushie-like burlap pets are by no means inherently bad; a lot of them are downright adorable or have very pleasing designs. It's just that, for a site that celebrates Halloween each year and has an entire land dedicated to it, there's a strange lack of creepy colours available. There's Halloween, Mutant, Wraith, Ghost, Zombie, Darigan, and... well, that's it. Burlap was not only a welcome addition to this category, but it filled a very specific niche, as there were no other creepy doll colours. We already have plushie as a colour, but we definitely didn't have anything like the original burlap.

Favorite Species:

Lenny: The original Burlap Doll design put up for voting, the Burlap Lenny is delightfully creepy. The fraying fabric on the wings is a great touch, and I love all the metal bits used here; some springs for the head feathers, random scrap parts for the legs. It's fun, distinct, and has a ton of personality. I also really like the eyes, which are not only black but have red string in the middle, something even the other creepy burlap pets didn't keep.

Bori: The Burlap Bori has less scrap parts and fewer black accents, but it's still well done overall. There's lots of good details here, like the fraying fabric around the claws, the stitch work and material of the back plates, and the way the tail haphazardly tied together with some loose rope.

Quiggle: This isn't quite as detailed as the other three burlap pets, but it still brings a lot to the table with its freaky twig fingers and casual rope around its neck. The texturing and warping of the burlap texture is truly well done here and the whole thing has a great sense of dimension. The only thing is that while I like the mismatched eyes in theory, the blue feels a little distracting; I feel like maybe a light brown or tan might've worked better.

BONUS: Like I said, the plushie-style burlap pets are still very nice looking, and it wouldn't be fair of me to talk about only the creepy pets while not mentioning the non-creepy ones. The Burlap Kau is definitely the best of the crop, with super soft plush fur that reminds me a bit of Highland cows. There's nice detailing in things like the corduroy snout and iridescent eyes, and while there's some colour, it's kept to light earth-tones as to not feel jarring against the browns. Good stuff.

Least Favorite Species:

Scorchio: Even by new-age burlap standards, the Burlap Scorchio is a trainwreck. The eye-searing teal underbelly is both over-saturated and too low-contrast relative to the brown, creating an eyesore that draws too much attention to a pointless part of the design. There's no real creativity in things like the spikes, and the eyes don't feel like they align to the face properly. The stitched-together wings are a little fun at least, but it's not enough to save this design.

[thiswasinevitableid]

Greener Pastures (Vincent/Apollo)

Second place of the "First Rodeo" prompt poll was "Greener Pastures. For those who don't know, Apollo was introduced in this Amnesty Superhero AU. Thank you to @bellafarallones2 for playing in this space on Discord!

He was star of the rodeos but now they rob him blind

It took 18 years of Brahma Bulls and life on the line

To get this spread and decent herd but now he spends his time

Pulling night guard. 

-Stan Rogers, Night Guard

“How many does that make?” Duck stands from where he’s examining the tire tracks at the southern end of the pasture. 

“Seven.” Vincent removes his hat, fanning himself with it, “If they get anymore I’m in serious trouble. The car’s paid off but the house isn’t; I’ve already been to the bank once to explain the situation and they���re not happy.”

His neighbor stands, knees cracking worryingly for a man who’s only 32, “Cops got anythin’?”

“Nothing. I’m small potatoes, Duck, they don’t care about one old rancher losing his herd.” He sighs, “I’ve been on watch every night this week, but there’s too much distance to cover, and they know it. They got the last one out from under me.”

“You want me to help? Might go better with more eye’s on ‘em.”

Vincent considers it. He’s known Duck since he was 16, knows the offer of help isn’t given if it’s not meant. 

But if this goes wrong, his friend doesn’t deserve to be hauled into jail with him. 

“I’ll think about it. I have a plan tonight; if that doesn’t work, I might just take you up that offer.”

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Vincent leaves a pile of windfalls from Duck’s orchard in the southwest corner of his property, and the cows can’t resist, munching happily as Vincent uses the scant oak trees for cover. 

The black R.E.O pulls in silently, lights off. Dulce stomps her feet when the tires stop, but Vincent shushes her softly, petting a flank to keep her calm. 

Two figures, the same size and height, leave the cab, ushering one of his heifers into the back of the truck. He can’t move just yet. He needs the proof. 

As the truck begins pulling away, he pulls his Winchester from the scabbard on the saddle, takes aim, and fires four shots. 

The cattle scatter, panicked, and Dulce nickers, alarmed. There’s two, responding bangs as two tires blow, sending the truck careening side to side before the driver loses control and plows headfirst into an empty drainage ditch. The passenger door  flies open and one figure takes off across the road and into the neighboring field. 

As Dulce trots over to the wreck, he hears another truck coming. The lights from Duck’s pick-up render the whole sight like a scene from a picture show, and the vehicle is barely stopped before the younger man is hopping out. 

“Jesus fuckin christ, Vince, you scared the hell outta me. Thought you’d gone and got shot.”

“I’m alright. I worried the driver might not be. I didn’t aim anywhere near him, but I only got two tires with four shots.”

Duck hops down into the ditch as Vincent shines his flashlight on the door. When it opens, a figure is slumped over the wheel, and his heart climbs up his throat. Then the rustler stirs, groaning, and looks at Duck. His angular face is partially hidden by red glasses, and his pale hair is almost white. 

“Hello.” The thief’s gaze moves from Duck to Vincent, then to the rifle, “Ah. I see. I understand my position is not an ideal one, and my bargaining power low, but I would appreciate it if you did not shoot me.”

Blood is running down his chin; he must have hit his nose in the crash. He looks more like a dazed deer than a threat. 

“Get him into the house and get my cow back to the herd.” Vincent jerks his light in the direction the other man ran, “I’ll deal with that one.”

Duck nods and Vincent turns Dulce into the starlit night. 

The second thief has made it a decent distance, but he’s only heading in the direction of more flat grass and so Vincent does him the courtesy of calling, “You may as well stop now. You won’t outrun me.”

He doesn’t stop, seems to try to sprint, only to fall a moment later. Vincent can hear him cursing the entire time he rides up. 

When he dismounts, the man looks up, unafraid and sneering. 

Vincent puts the barrel against his throat. 

“The safety is on.” 

“I know.” He sighs, “I’m not actually going to shoot you. But I need you to understand the gravity of the situation.”

The grin widens, “Coward.”

“Get up.” Vincent stands back so the man can climb to his feet. He seems unsteady on them, though it’s not until his hands are tied and Dulce is kneeling for him to get on that Vincent understands why; his ankle is sprained, though he’s been walking around on it without wincing this whole time. 

The short walk back to the house is a litany of insults to his weight, age, intelligence, cleanliness, and parentage. Were it any other day, he’d be able to let it roll off him, remind himself that he’s not interested in the opinions of cruel people. 

Were it any other day, he wouldn’t have spent the morning in the bank, staring down the loss of everything he nearly broke his back for. 

The rustler thrashes and twists as Vincent helps him down, clearly trying to make a break for the ditch, or possibly for Vincent’s own truck. By the time they burst through the front door, he’s holding the boy by the scruff. 

Duck is just hanging up the phone, and both he and the other thief jump at the bang of the windowpane on the door. The thief is holding a frozen bag of peas to his forehead, and in the light of the kitchen Vincent can now see he and the man trying to kick his legs out from under him must be twins. 

“Apollo, for heaven’s sake, stop that. Hurting them is not going to do anything but make this hole deeper.”

“I will not be cowed by some fat, old man!” 

“Be quiet.” Vincent turns to Duck, “was that the sheriff?”

“Yep.” Duck leans against the wall, frowning, “but he says he won’t send anyone out to pick ‘em up. When Indrid here gave me their names, that made a little more sense. These are Cold’s boys.” He glares at Apollo, “why they’re stealin from decent folk when their pa owns half the fuckin county is fuckin beyond me.”

“It is a long story. But I did tell you they would not send anyone; you needn’t have troubled with the call.”

“You ain’t exactly proved yourself the honest type.”

Indrid bites his lip, “If our actions have caused a financial burden, perhaps we could work it off?”

“At least one of you has sense, and some manners.” Vincent releases Apollo, but keeps a hand on his shoulder. 

Apollo flicks his blonde hair from his face, then sinks his teeth into the side of Vincent’s hand. 

“God fucking–” he catches himself, doesn’t swing out with his other hand to slap him. Instead he shoves at his shoulder and tries to pull away, tries to pull Apollos hair, but all the man does is bite down harder. 

“Fuck, is he part Gila Monster?” Duck tries to pry Apollo off with limited success

“That is certainly one theory.” Indrid pinches his brothers nose, and after ten seconds of spluttering the other twin finally releases Vincent’s now-bleeding hand. 

“Traitor! We could have run just then if you’d hit this brick with something.” He kicks Duck in the ankle. 

“I am not going back to him.” Indrid says to him with what Vincent is coming to understand as very reasonable fear.

“Coward. Traitorous, useless coward!” Apollo lunges at his brother, but this time Duck is ready with the dog leash from the front door, wrapping it around his wrists and trapping them behind his back.

 Vincent hauls the still-thrashing brat into the spare room, muttering, “I ought to put you over my knee” under his breath as he slams the door and slumps against it in the kitchen. Duck is watching him with concern. 

“I…I’m sorry you had to see that. I don’t like to lose my temper.”

“Apollo has that effect on people.” Indrid sits back down as Vincent washes his hand and fetches a bandage from the bathroom. 

“You don’t think he might have rabies, do you?” He’s only half-joking. 

Indrid shakes his head, “It would be nice if it could be explained so simply.” He fiddles with the corner of the now-thawed peas, “I truly am sorry. And I wish I could say that we–or, I suppose, he–will not do it again. But that would be a lie. Father has his reasons for demanding we do such things. Apollo might steer clear of Capra Farms, but he will find someone else’s livelihood to undermine.”

“So, what, we’re just supposed to keep him here like a fuckin lion in a zoo?”

“That may be our best choice. At least for now.”  Vincent looks at Indrid, “Can you bale hay and pick fruit?”

Indrid nods, almost eager. 

“Duck, I suggest you take this Mr. Cold up on his offer. You need more hands than I do. I’ll keep Apollo here with me for now; maybe once he’s calmed down he’ll see reason.”

And if not Vincent thinks I always was good at breaking in horses. 

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Knowing when to ignore things is a skill. If Apollo can apply it now, he can get himself out of this. He will ignore the pain in the ankle that fat old goat made him bandage himself. He will ignore Indrid’s betrayal. He will ignore the inexplicable surge of heat that came with his captor threatening to put him over his knee. 

He will ignore it. He will bide his time. And then he will take back his car, steal anything and everything of value Vincent Capra owns, and go home. 

Apollo supposes he could use the phone in the kitchen to call the cops to fetch him. But Capra has earned vengeance, and that will take time. 

When the door to his little room, with its small but comfortable bed and shelf of old books, is finally unlocked, he does his best to walk un-hobbled into the kitchen. 

“Good morning.” Vincent does not turn from the stove, where he’s scrambling eggs in the early morning light. 

Apollo says nothing, simply sitting down and pouring himself coffee. 

Vincent turns, setting a plate of toast next to jam and butter, and the bowl of eggs next to a little vase of wildflowers. Apollo realizes he did not, in fact, take the old man's place at the table; there are two settings laid out. 

“I want to apologize for my behavior.” Apollo says with as much sincerity as he can conjure, “my brother had the right idea. I will help around your…farm. To pay back what I owe.”

“Thank you for your apology.” Vincent replies mildly. Then he pauses in buttering his toast, “I’m sorry for how I acted. I doubt you can understand what losing livestock means, but all the same I shouldn’t have threatened you.”

He sets the toast down and Apollo realizes; the old goat is embarrassed.

Pathetic. 

“I hope we might be able to start fresh this morning. I have a few jobs you should be table to do without aggravating your ankle.” He holds out a hand, “do we have a deal?”

Apollo shakes it with his best smile, “We do.”

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Vincent doesn’t trust Apollo any further than he can throw him–which, after that bull bucked him in 73 and hurt his back, isn’t far–but at least the younger man can follow directions. 

He fed the chickens and collected eggs, cleaned dishes and milked the cow Vincent keeps just for that. He also got himself barked at by Quixote before Vincent whistled at the dog to follow him out to the pasture. 

When Vincent sets dinner on the table, the younger man actually thanks him before helping himself to the meatloaf and green beans. 

There’s a clink as Apollo sets the fork down, staring at his plate. 

“Is everything alright?”

“Why are you doing this? How are you doing this?”

“This being…?” He fills his water glass. 

“The food, old man.”

“I’m not about to let you starve, or make a separate, sad meal just to punish you. So, you eat what I eat.”

“But why does it taste so, so good?”

Apollo seems so perplexed Vincent stifles a laugh. 

“Because that’s how food is supposed to taste. I may not be a rich man, but butter and salt and nice spices are some of life's little joys,”

“Ah.” Apollo says, understanding without grasping his reasoning. 

Vincent assumed Apollo’s life was a luxurious one up until now. Now he wonders if the twins had been like prized stallions, kept too close and penned in for fear of losing their value, greener grass only seen when they were let loose to do their fathers bidding. 

“If you want a real treat, I still have cherry preserves from Duck’s last harvest. Can you check the freezer? There may be some ice cream in there that it would top beautifully.”

Apollo balks at the order a moment, but still stands up and opens the door. When he turns and nods, it’s with a far more genuine smile than the one he gave this morning. 

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It takes five days for Apollo’s ankle to take his weight, and once it does Vincent puts him to work more concertedly. He spends all of Saturday fixing a stretch of barbed wire, comes in sore and sunburnt but flops into bed after dinner feeling…oddly pleased with himself. 

Sunday morning finds biscuits and gravy in the kitchen, with Vincent telling him he needs to run into town for some supplies for dinner. Apparently, the older man observes the silly tradition of not working more than needed on Sundays.

When the truck pulls out, Apollo takes a test jog around the house, and looks over his damaged car. Unless he can lure a mechanic out here, he’ll have to take Vincent’s truck when he finally makes his run for it. 

Climbing up the porch steps, he finds Indrid waiting for him with a suitcase. 

“Duck drove me back to the house when I knew father would be gone. I got my things, and a few of yours.” 

“Good. I’m sick of wearing these hideous hand me downs. The pants are all too short and the shirts all too wide.” 

“I was also sent with this” Indrid lifts a basket of cherries, “it turns out Duck’s orchard is prize winning. He also sells hay to half the ranches in the county.”

“I do not care.”

Indrid sighs, “I know.”

“Is he mistreating you?”

“No” His brother looks horrified, “Duck has been wonderful to me. Especially given the circumstances under which we met.”

“Oh. good.” 

“Try not to sound so disappointed.” Indrid steps down, past him.

“I am not. Now go away. Vincent will be back soon and I want to sweep the house before he is.” He ignores how that sounds and wills Indrid to do the same. His brother cocks his head slightly, but says nothing else as he starts back up the road. 

Vincent returns just as Apollo is tossing out the last of the dust and throwing a stick for Quixote to fetch. Dinner is pork chops, apple sauce, and onions cooked brown and sweet. Vincent sips his beer while Apollo sticks to an orange soda. 

After their meal, Apollo is looking for something to read in the main bedroom when he notices the photo on the wall. 

“That’s you.”

“After my first big win on the circuit. Two days later I put most of the prize money into the account that turned into this farm.”

“Ah.” Apollo feels something dangerously close to guilt.

“I do think I cut quite a figure back then.”

“Yes. Though you have only gotten better with age.”

It’s the kind of compliment that soothes the egos of little men who nonetheless have something the Colds need. Only when it’s out does he understand he means it. The Vincent in the picture, dark haired and beaming, dust on his cheeks, is handsome. The man beside him, grey haired, with more weight to him and more lines on his face, is stunning.

Vincent chuckles, accepting the compliment but not believing it.

“I…I was going to sit. On the porch. To watch the fireflies and…and maybe see if I could spot the owl who has been calling. Would you like to join me?” 

Why is it so hard to ask? Why does it seem to take a thousand years for Vincent to answer?

A gentle smile, “Yes, I’d like that very much.”

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Apollo is kneeling by the fireplace. It’s snowing outside, and Vincent sits in the chair before him, fully clothed, firelight making him look like a painting, like the statues of great men in the museums Apollo went to as a child. 

The rifle is on his lap and he shifts the barrel out over his knees. Apollo leans forward, taking it into his mouth and sucking. Vincent murmurs that he’s doing well, that he’s so very pretty like this. The gun is not loaded, this he is certain of. Even if it was, he is certain he would not be afraid. It is safe like this, comforting, and as it always does the dream melts into the two of them in the fields, grass green as Vincent takes him into his arms. 

He wakes up to the smell of coffee and toast, the way he has every morning for the last three weeks. Apollo is no fool; he knows what his dream means. Knows that every insistence to himself that he did not like men has been a lie, perhaps even the longest lie of his life. He also knows that his brother was kissing that silly cherry grower by the western fence last night. 

If Indrid, odd and unappealing as he is, can make someone kiss him, surely Apollo can do the same. 

They’re fixing the barn door today; it was knocked off its hinges by a bad summer storm. The chore passes uneventfully, the two of them discussing whether to go into town for a movie on Sunday, when Vincent’s jeans catch on a nail, ripping a hole in the thigh. 

“That was close.” The older man checks to be certain there’s no injury, “thank goodness I wore the thickest pair.”

Apollo nods, eyes on the patch of now-exposed skin. There is a tattoo there. An arm and something green, he thinks. 

Vincent has a tattoo. And if Apollo does not get a full look at it soon, he is certain he will lose his mind.

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It’s been hot enough that, were it anyone else but Apollo, Vincent would assume the suggestion of a swim was solely due to the weather. 

But he knows his Apollo. There is always an ulterior motive. 

He scolds himself as they arrive at the swimming hole; Apollo isn’t his. He’s working off a debt, and one day he’ll fly off somewhere new, either by mutual agreement or by stealing everything Vincent owns. 

That option should worry him more, but it’s hard to view Apollo as a threat when the hardened cattle rustler is animatedly talking about the heron they saw on their walk here while trying to get out of his clothes. 

He strips down and climbs into the water as Apollo is distracted by a hawk overhead. When the younger man sees he’s already in, he looks almost annoyed. Vincent does avert his eyes as Apollo tosses his underwear away; he’s swam naked with plenty of friends, but he’s certain Apollo has not done the same. He doesn’t want him to be uncomfortable. 

That worry evaporates when the blonde stands directly next to him, looking down with an intensity Vincent is trying not to read too much into. 

Then Apollo huffs, grabs his leg, and sends him backwards into the water. 

He twists away and comes up spluttering.

“Hold still!”

“Apollo, what on earth-”

“What part of hold still was unclear, old man?” Apollo grabs for his leg again.

“What are you trying to do?”

“See your tattoo. I need to know what it is of!”

“Asking is preferable to drowning me.” His exasperation is fond as he sets his leg on a rock so Apollo can see the blonde merman inked into his skin. 

“It’s…it’s a man.” Apollo blinks, tilting his head. 

“Yes. He wasn’t cheap, so please don’t insult him.”

“Do you like blondes?” Apollo’s eyes flick to his face, then back to the tattoo.

“It’s been known to happen.” Vincent lowers his leg back down so he’s standing comfortably. 

“Blonde…men?”

“Yes, Apollo.” He says patiently, amused that his clever ranch hand seems so stymied. 

“As in you like men to have sex with? While also being a man?”

“That's generally how it works.” He takes a step forward as Apollo goes stiff and faces him like he’s expecting execution. 

“I think I would like to have sex. With you. Because I have been having dreams that are about your gun. And sucking on it. When it’s not loaded.”

“Oh, my gun is always loaded.” He teases. 

Apollo looks alarmed. 

“That was a sex joke.” He says reassuringly, and hazards putting his arms around Apollo’s waist. 

“Oh. Ha. Ha?”

Were he being charming, being bold, Vincent would fear this was all an act. But the awkward shyness of it all leaves no doubt in his mind as to what the man in his arms is after. 

“You’re an odd little bird, Apollo Cold.” He strokes an angular cheek. 

“And that is a good thing?” Apollo sets his hands on Vincent’s shoulders.

“I certainly like it.” He tilts his chin up,meaning only to offer the invitation, but Apollo is instantly kissing him. It’s painfully, endearingly inexperienced, and the younger man seems to know it. 

“I, I have not done this before. I am sorry if I am bad at it.” He takes Vincent's hand and kisses over the skin still a little pink from the healed bite.

“You’ve picked up plenty of skills on my farm. I think you’ll manage this one.”

Apollo grins, bright and breathtaking as a sunrise, “I may need a bit more practice. Though I would prefer somewhere less damp.”

Vincent climbs from the water and helps Apollo up after him, enjoying the way his cheeks redden when he’s eye level with his cock. Then he fetches the blanket they brought, lays it out in the shade of a tree, and lays down with his lover in the soft, green grass

[conkreetmonkey]

Let's build a Splatoon OC! pt. 6

So far, this character is a purple-tentacled Octoling tgirl with red and cyan as her secondary tentacle colours.

Since cyan and red tied for tip colour, it's time to get extra creative with those tentacles. Both colours will be included, secondary to the main purple. How will they be applied? Choose below!

This girl is going to have the most ostentatious hair known to cephalokind...

(btw, I've noticed the number of votes each poll recieves varies quite a bit. I assume people find these solely based on the tags. If you'd like to recieve near-daily updates to this poll series, feel free to follow the #Conky's Splatoon OC poll tag! Thanks for participating, I'm having fun with this)

[wemlisbemlis]

❤️MERLOT❤️

[r0-boat]

Ok! So- I wanna draw you some fanart of the Bull farm Au. Is it possible to ask for what kind of horns/bull species all the boys are?

The species are up to the people's interpretation but I have a few to certain people

Volo:

Aurochs

Wild ancestors of today's cattle, now extinct. These guys were big boys! With giant cool looking horns.

I always headcanon Volo's backstory to be that he was a hybrid that was successfully restored from extinction into the modern day. These balls became extinct because of their habitation and overhunting, which probably would explain Volo's hatred for humans now.

(image- wikimedia)

Milo:

Hereford

These cattle are usually mainly used for me but I picked this one because they can be used as a working breed in certain places.

Hereford are also notoriously very friendly despite their big size.

I'm mostly see Milo as a mixed breed of cattle just used for farm work though if I had to pick a breed this would be the one.

Leon

Highlands cattle

Small flooffy intelligent yet silly.

their babies look like puppies.

I looked at Highlands cattle videos for hours.

They're so silly

Why are they like this?

Ingo/emmet

holstein

Standard cattle bread for their milk

(ya horny fucks) I really got nothing for this explanation other than the fact that apparently they're black and white spots are like fingerprints and I think it'd be cool if there's spots and patterns where the same coming out as twins, so they're super rare.

Maxie

Red Poll

I looked for a red cattle with no horns in this popped up, and when I looked at some pictures, I thought it looked like him until I did more research. And it turns out that these cattle are pretty popular because of their fertility rate and production of calves, so do it what you will, Maxie fans.

That's all I have for now if you would like to join the conversation please sending and ask I would love to talk more about Bull farm boys.

I don't have much but I hope you enjoy it anyways I had fun looking at videos of cows being cute.

[nieded]

Your tags in the mountains poll are so funny to me, cause I used to live in Fort Collins (though I'm originally from Florida) and hated it, and now I live in Wisconsin and love it lol.

hahaha, look! there are plenty of things i miss about wisconsin. water. i miss throwing a rock and it landing in a river/creek/lake/pond no matter where i'm standing on the map. i also miss green. like when the grass and the bushes and the tops of trees all meld together into one big wall as you drive down i-94. fall colors. slews of oranges and yellows and reds and browns. rainfall at night with the windows open, just a slow steady drizzle. and sometimes the loud clap of thunder preceded by sirens as all the dads step off the porch to look at the sky. standing in a field and seeing stars. cows, but specifically holstein cows and calves that guzzle from the bottle on their unsteady fawn legs. cranberries in marshes, great lakes that feel like oceans, agate and sea glass.

but i took those things for granted when i was there, and i didn't love them until i left. and so if the time comes when i stop standing in awe of the rocky mountains, i'll know it's time to leave so i can fall in love with them again.

[whowouldwininafite]

[boreal-sea]

Funny thing about your tags on the blood donation poll- I'm from Germany, and my parents aren't allowed to donate blood here because they lived in the UK for a year in the 80s. I didn't know that other countries actually include Germany in the "might have mad cow disease" donation ban :D

Yeah, from what I can find it seems it was a restriction specifically applied to USA military veterans, their families, and people who lived on US bases in Germany, Belgium, and a few other countries, in addition to the UK and the other normally listed countries.

So this was a stricter restriction in addition to the more general restrictions. All of these restrictions seem to have been lifted now (in the USA for the Red Cross), which is great news because I would LOVE to donate blood and I've never been allowed to do so!

[radioactivelight]

preliminary poll:

if you’ve got inspo other suggestions are welcome in the replies

[batt00ny]

TTCC POLL BRACKET MASTERPOST

HAI! I really wanted 2 make a silly little bracket of ALL the managers in toontown corporate Clash BECAUSE THEY ALL MEAN SOOOO Much to me. Then I got autistic about toontown polls so now I'm the poll guy. Then college got me busy so now I just do it sometimes. I try!!!

The seeding is random inspired by the spirit on Toontown. Not serious just for fun!!! FOR GIGGLIES AND GOOFS

I have multiple brackets planned & they tend to drop when no other poll posts that day. I plan to have a lot so I hope you stick around! (Also I draw sometimes ... my tag for my original content is #BATT00NY ORIGINAL ....haha thanx...)

HERE is where you can find finished brackets!

I reblog all propaganda to encourage community banter & playful warfare!

Also additional rules I don't know where to add anywhere else: If there's a tie, both participants get to move on. If a round ends with an odd amount of contenders for the next round, there will be a revival match. Finally, rematches between the same participants will be avoided as long as possible.

Brackets are below! If a poll is open, it will be marked with a red OPEN in [brackets]! Dates are when the poll will be posted.

TOON SPECIES BRACKET STATUS: FINISHED!

ROUND 1 Match 1: Goat vs. Raccoon [RACCOON] Match 2: Sheep vs. Deer [DEER] Match 3: Rabbit vs. Alligator [ALLIGATOR] Match 4: Pig vs. Beaver [BEAVER] Match 5: Bat vs. Turkey [BAT] Match 6: Chicken vs. Monkey [CHICKEN] Match 7: Fox vs. Armadillo [FOX] Match 8: Cat vs. Kiwi [KIWI] Match 9: Koala vs. Duck [DUCK] Match 10: Kangaroo vs. Dog [DOG] Match 11: Horse vs. Mouse [MOUSE] Match 12: Bear vs. Cow [BEAR]

ROUND 2 Match 1: Raccoon vs. Deer [DEER] Match 2: Alligator vs. Beaver [ALLIGATOR] Match 3: Bat vs. Chicken [BAT] Match 4: Fox vs. Kiwi [FOX & KIWI] Match 5: Duck vs. Dog [DUCK] Match 6: Mouse vs. Bear [MOUSE]

ROUND 3 Match 1: Deer vs. Alligator [DEER] Match 2: Bat vs. Fox [BAT] Match 3: Kiwi vs. Duck [KIWI] Revival: Armadillo, Bear, Cat, Dog, Goat, Horse, Koala, Pig, Rabbit, or Raccoon [CAT] Match 4: Mouse vs. Cat [CAT]

ROUND 4 Match 1: Deer vs. Bat [BAT] Match 2: Kiwi vs. Cat [KIWI]

ROUND 5 Finale: Bat vs. Kiwi [BAT]

COG EMPLOYEE MAIN BRACKET STATUS: ITTY BITTY HIATUS; ROUND 5!

ROUND 1 Match 1: Head Honcho vs. Short Change [HEAD HONCHO] Match 2: Deadlock vs. Big Cheese [BIG CHEESE] Match 3: Corporate Raider vs. Toxic Manager [TOXIC MANAGER] Match 4: Two-Face vs. Connoisseur [TWO-FACE] Match 5: Bottom Feeder vs. Loan Shark [LOAN SHARK] Match 6: Ambulance Chaser vs. Cold Caller [COLD CALLER] Match 7: Number Cruncher vs. Shyster [SHYSTER] Match 8: Insider vs. Tightwad [INSIDER] Match 9: Back Stabber vs. Head Hunter [BACK STABBER] Match 10: Name Dropper vs. Needlenose [NEEDLENOSE] Match 11: Money Bags vs. Shark Watcher [SHARK WATCHER] Match 12: Flunky vs. Middleman [FLUNKY] Match 13: Legal Eagle vs. Double Talker [LEGAL EAGLE] Match 14: Barrister vs. Glad Hander [GLAD HANDER] Match 15: Advocate vs. Bean Counter [ADVOCATE] Match 16: Con Artist vs. Spin Doctor [SPIN DOCTOR] Match 17: Bagholder vs. Micromanager [MICROMANAGER] Match 18: Mr. Hollywood vs. Telemarketer [MR. HOLLYWOOD] Match 19: Pettifogger vs. Circuit Breaker [CIRCUIT BREAKER] Match 20: Magnate vs. Paper Hands [MAGNATE] Match 21: Mover & Shaker vs. Downsizer [MOVER & SHAKER] Match 22: Robber Baron vs. Pencil Pusher [ROBBER BARON] Match 23: Bloodsucker vs. Swindler [BLOODSUCKER] Match 24: Yesman vs. Penny Pincher [YESMAN] Match 25: Big Wig vs. Big Fish [BIG FISH] Match 26: Conveyancer vs. Mingler [MINGLER]

ROUND 2 Match 1: Head Honcho vs. Big Cheese [BIG CHEESE] Match 2: Toxic Manager vs. Two-Face [TOXIC MANAGER] Match 3: Loan Shark vs. Cold Caller [LOAN SHARK] Match 4: Shyster vs. Insider [INSIDER] Match 5: Back Stabber vs. Needlenose [BACK STABBER] Match 6: Shark Watcher vs. Flunky [FLUNKY] Match 7: Legal Eagle vs. Glad Hander [LEGAL EAGLE] Match 8: Advocate vs. Spin Doctor [ADVOCATE] Match 9: Micromanager vs. Mr. Hollywood [MR. HOLLYWOOD] Match 10: Circuit Breaker vs. Magnate [MAGNATE] Match 11: Mover & Shaker vs. Robber Baron [MOVER & SHAKER] Match 12: Bloodsucker vs. Yesman [YESMAN] Match 13: Big Fish vs. Mingler [MINGLER]

ROUND 3 Match 1: Big Cheese vs. Toxic Manager [BIG CHEESE] Match 2: Loan Shark vs. Insider [INSIDER] Match 3: Back Stabber vs. Flunky [FLUNKY] Match 4: Legal Eagle vs. Advocate [ADVOCATE] Revival: Big Fish, Bloodsucker, Circuit Breaker, Glad Hander, Head Honcho, Micromanager, Needlenose, Robber Baron, Shyster, or Two-Face [HEAD HONCHO] Match 5: Mr. Hollywood vs. Magnate [MAGNATE] Match 6: Mover & Shaker vs. Yesman [MOVER & SHAKER] Match 7: Mingler vs. Head Honcho [MINGLER]

ROUND 4 Match 1: Big Cheese vs. Insider [INSIDER] Revival: Big Fish, Bloodsucker, Circuit Breaker, Glad Hander, Loan Shark, Micromanager, Mr. Hollywood, Needlenose, Toxic Manager, or Two-Face [OPEN] Match 2: Flunky vs. Advocate [7/27] Match 3: Magnate vs. Mover & Shaker [7/28] Match 4: Mingler vs. ??? [7/29]

ROUND 5 Match 1: Insider vs. ??? [8/4] Match 2: ??? vs. ??? [8/6]

COG EMPLOYEE LOSERS BRACKET STATUS: ITTY BITTY HIATUS; ROUND 2!

ROUND 1 Match 1: Short Change vs. Deadlock [DEADLOCK] Match 2: Corporate Raider vs. Connoisseur [CORPORATE RAIDER] Match 3: Bottom Feeder vs. Ambulance Chaser [BOTTOM FEEDER] Match 4: Number Cruncher vs. Tightwad [NUMBER CRUNCHER] Match 5: Head Hunter vs. Name Dropper [NAME DROPPER] Match 6: Money Bags vs. Middleman [MONEY BAGS] Match 7: Double Talker vs. Barrister [DOUBLE TALKER] Match 8: Bean Counter vs. Con Artist [BEAN COUNTER] Match 9: Bagholder vs. Telemarketer [BAGHOLDER] Match 10: Pettifogger vs. Paper Hands [PAPER HANDS] Match 11: Downsizer vs. Pencil Pusher [OPEN] Match 12: Swindler vs. Penny Pincher [OPEN] Match 13: Big Wig vs. Conveyancer [OPEN]

ROUND 2 Match 1: Deadlock vs. Corporate Raider [OPEN] Match 2: Bottom Feeder vs. Number Cruncher [OPEN] Match 3: Name Dropper vs. Money Bags [OPEN] Match 4: Double Talker vs. Bean Counter [7/20] Revival: ??? [7/23] Match 5: Bagholder vs. Paper Hands [7/31] Match 6: ??? vs. ??? [8/1] Match 7: ??? vs. ??? [8/2]