#cowboy ronance

[arezk]

this chemistry between them drives me crazy...

welcome to cowboy!au

part 2 👈🤠

[ty-the-trainwreck]

thinking about cowgirl!nancy and bartender!robin

(this was the product of me realizing that natalia and maya have photos of them wearing cowboy hats and im just)

( plus a little photo of what i think nancy’s pants would look like in this but if they were white)

robin works at a saloon, and one day nancy comes into town and it's not everyday that a woman comes riding in on a horse with her head held high and felt hat held even higher. robin tunes into the gossip circling around the saloon, even though the men insist that it's not gossip. no, that would be too dainty. too feminine. too queer.

the men say things like, "someone's got to show her what a woman's place is in the world." robin barely knows who this mysterious cowgirl is, but she's tremendously livid at each word that comes out of the crusty lips of those bacteria ridden men. she contemplates spitting in all of their beers, but decides to swap out her saliva for six tablespoons of black pepper. robin relishes in the way every man that had said a sour word wrinkle their nose and cough into their elbow aggressively.

eventually, robin gets to meet the mysterious woman.

she waltz into the saloon with her hands clutching her studded rhinestone belt, her black button up had the two top buttons undone and her white pants were tucked into her light brown cowboy boots.

robin was mesmerized.

the woman walked up towards robin, and she finally got to see her face. the woman had sharp blue eyes and an even sharper jawline. robin felt her knees liquify and she barely kept herself standing.

"you serve anything but rum here?"

oh god.

the woman had a southern accent.

"pardon?"

"i don't see one glas that isn't filled with rum."

"oh, yeah. we do, but nobody that visits this place has actual taste buds." robin tried her best to play it cool and not freak out about how attractive this woman was. "wanna take a seat?" she gestured to one of the barstools and took out a table wipe to start wiping down the bar. "gladly." the cowgirl said, her sentences seemed to be short and clipped, quiet compared to the hooting and hollering around the saloon.

"so, want anything to drink? or do you not have taste buds too?" she teased, stuffing the table wipe into her back pocket. the mysterious woman huffed out a laugh, shaking her head. "whiskey, please. i need some after my ride here."

"ah, so you have only lost a few of your taste buds then."

"bless your heart."

robin rolled her eyes with a smirk, turning around to grab a bottle of whiskey and pour it into a tall glass. she slid it towards the lady and watched as she picked the glass up and take a big swig. robin felt her heart beat a little faster as she witnessed the woman's throat bob and swallow all the whiskey. robin quickly redirected her gaze and stared down at the woman's hands instead, making robin even more pathetic that she already was.

she cleared her throat, blinking rapidly and stumbled on her words before she finally found something to say. "what brings you into town? we don't see cowgirls very often." the lady looked up with a piercing gaze. "you got a problem?" robin shook her head immediately. robin was too gay too have a problem with this fucking goddess.

"no! of course not, it's just nice to see someone that doesn't smell like they dived head first into a riverbank made of mud." the lady laughed, taking a smaller and less urgent sip of her whiskey. she savored the sip, swishing it in her mouth for a moment before swallowing and leaning forward. “care to tell me your name, pretty lady?” robin felt shivers shoot up her spine when she heard that southern drawl.

“robin buckley. what’s yours?”

“nancy. nancy wheeler.”

nancy.

“nancy.”

the name felt so good on her tongue.

“when do you get off work? i want to show you my horse.” the lady- nancy, questioned, her fingers traced the rim of the glass on the counter.

robin looked down at the movement, biting the inside of her cheek before replying. “well, in an hour. but i can leave early.”

jesus christ—

was that flirty?

oh my god she was flirting with this woman.

“you better, buckley.” nancy looked up at robin through her eyelids. the curly haired girl in-front of her fixed her hat, bumping it up a little so she could get a clearer look at robin.

robin gulped, walking backwards before bumping into the cabinets. she let out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush. she was embarrassing herself in front of a hot cowgirl!

she scrambled away and ignored the amused look on nancy’s face as she unbuttoned her black vest and straightened her blouse, making sure it wasn’t wrinkled before fixing her hair in the reflection of the window.

robin came back and nancy was behind the counter, pouring out her whiskey and rinsing it. “y’know you’re not allowed back here, right?” she snickered. nancy looked over at her, taking in the slight adjustments to robin’s outfit. “had to clean my glass.” she held up the glass and tapped it. robin reached for it and placed it one of the top cabinets. and she just now realized that nancy was about a few inches shorter than her.

nancy grabbed robin’s arm, tugging the girl into the direction of the doors to the saloon. they pushed open the wooden doors and robin winced at how bright the sun was. “god, the sun is usually down by the time i get off work.”

“couldn’t say the same for me. i need the sun to work so i can too.” nancy led robin to where a beige mustang with a black mane lapped at some water from a wooden trough.

nancy slid her hand off of robin’s arm and robin instantly missed the touch.

“this is my mare, barb.” robin nodded, watching as the horse lifted her head and bumped her nose into nancy’s chest. nancy hummed, running a hand down the horse’s snout before she turned back to robin. “wanna pet her? promise she don’t bite.”

“i want to..it’s just- i had an accident with a horse a few years ago. so i’m not the most trustworthy of horses.” robin watches the mare brush up against nancy, and she thinks back to her horse.

the horse had white and orange spots on it, robin had often referred to them as ‘freckles.’ since they looked like the ones on robin’s face. robin has rode that horse everywhere, wherever robin went, that horse was there with her. until one day, the horse had gotten spooked and bucked. flinging robin off and sending her straight into the ground.

the horse was taken away, and robin had never seen it again. her best friend, gone.

“that’s alright, she’s patient. she won’t push until you reach out first.” nancy reassured in a comforting voice. robin looked at nancy, the woman was so beautiful, and now robin had to deal with the fact that she was kind?

robin was going to fall in love.

“have you ever fallen off her?”

“a few times, yeah.”

“was it scary?”

“terrifying.”

robin looked at the horse in front of her, it blinked at robin with a strange sort of gentleness. she took a hesitant step forward, flinching a little as the mare let out a sigh. “easy…” nancy whispered, scratching behind the horse’s ear. “it’s alright, she’s giving you permission.” robin nodded, letting out a sigh as well before she left her hand up and her fingers were trembling.

it had been years since she had ever touched a horse. sure, robin was surrounded by horses everyday, but watching a horse shake the ground and witness it’s hooves banging against the ground like the dirt it galloped on was a drum and riding said horse was two different things.

yet, the way nancy soothed robin with her soft southern drawl had given her courage.

robin gently pressed her hand onto the mare’s muzzle. the horse closed it’s eyes, leaning into the touch and robin smiled a little. she was still hesitant as she slid her hand up the mare’s snout.

“you’re doing great.” nancy praised, and robin was thinking some extremely inappropriate thoughts as soon as the words left the woman’s mouth.

“can i ride her?” robin asked, her voice barely there. nancy looked a little surprise. “you sure?”

robin nodded, brushing the little white star on the mare’s forehead. nancy sighed a little. “how about this, i’ll let you hold on to me and i’ll take you somewhere we can watch the sunset.”

“trying to take me out on a date, are you wheeler?” robin teased, and nancy let out a laugh.

“i could be, only way to find out is jumping into the saddle.” nancy hoisted herself up and into the leather saddle, patting the spot behind her. robin placed her foot onto the stirrup and pushed up, taking a deep breath before she pushed up and swung her leg over and sat down on the saddle. “i forgot how hard it was to get onto a horse.” she huffed. “not hard when you adapt to always being in danger.”

“very true.”

nancy picked up the leather reigns, gripping them in her palms before she looked back at robin. “hold on.” robin nodded, taking her hands and placing them on nancy’s waist. she decided to pretend that she was not extremely attracted to this woman as she leaned forward a little and got to smell nancy’s hair.

they began to move, albeit slowly. but they were moving, robin was nervous but she trusted nancy to not kill her (trusting a stranger? that would usually be a death wish in the wild west) so she squeezed nancy’s waist a little.

nancy understood immediately, squeezing her calves and the mare picked up the pace. robin let out a tiny gasp as the horse transitioned into a fast trot. “you okay?” nancy asked, giving robin a concerned look before she quickly returned her gaze to the road ahead. “yeah, just a little nervous.” nancy nodded, and she turned them onto a dirt path.

after a few minutes, robin was more comfortable, and she squeezed nancy’s waist once more to signal that she was ready to pick up the speed. “get ready, when she gets going she gets going.” nancy chuckled, letting out another chuckle as robin wrapped her arms around her waist. “i swear wheeler, i will take the reigns myself if i have to.”

“yeah yeah, i hear you.”

the mare sped up and now they were on the edge of a canter and a gallop. robin let out a tiny scream as she looks down and saw how the ground was a blur under the horse’s hooves. “holy shit holy shit!” robin hollered and nancy let out a boisterous laugh in response. the two laughed as they slowly came to a stop and the scene before them was one of the most beautiful robin had seen in her life.

nancy had brought them to a plateu, the winding rocks were shaded an apricot orange as the sun was slowly making it’s descent down the sky. a creek was below them as well, the water a earthy green color as it flowed on by and into the distance.

robin slowly slid off the horse and stood off to the side, staring at the view and she was completely lost in the moment before nancy walked over and bumped their shoulders together.

“it’s nice, isn’t it?” nancy asked. even her felt hat had orange light rimming it’s edges. robin smiled and nodded. “yeah, it really is.” she wasn’t only talking about the view.

“i agree.”

they stood there in silence before nancy reached up, and adjusted her hat. and robin focused on the interesting pattern on where the rim was lifted a little. it was green and black, and the green looked like a handful of snakes had been let loose them frozen and flattened into the hat. robin wanted to touch it.

yes, robin knew that this could absolutely destroy this little thing her and nancy had going on, but she reached out and lifted the hat off the brunette’s head. nancy raised her eyebrows a little but let robin do so, and she smiled a little as robin placed the hat on her head and adjusted it a little.

“hey.”

“hey.”

silence.

“do i look good?”

“more than good, sweetheart.”

robin melted at the way nancy said her words in a slow voice, her words mixed together in the most perfect way and it was possibly the most alluring southern accent she had ever heard.

“you are aware of what it means when you take a cowboy’s hat, right?”

robin looked a little confused.

“no, i am not aware.”

the corners of nancy’s mouth perked up and she turned to robin completely.

“wear the hat ride the cowboy, buckley.”

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(i am literally from the south but i know no southern sayings and stuff but i was feeling gay at 4 in the morning and wrote this)

[snowangeldotmp3]

obsessed with the idea of super! robin helping nancy like. rearrange her furniture.

like it's somewhere between nancy finding out that robin's the supergirl but before they're actually together ya know? but nancy's like, "hey rob, can you help me move my couch?" and robin agrees because 1.) gay 2.) the couch weighs nothing to her so sure why not?

this becomes a regular occurrence for the two (though it's really just an excuse for nancy to have robin in her apartment.)

(nancy also totally does not use it as an excuse to accidentally catch a glimpse of super!robin's abs.)

[idyllghost]

ANYWAY SPEAKING OF RED DEAD I GOT SOME COWBOY RONANCE SKETCHES I SHOULD FINISH WOULD YALL LIKE THAT?

[ninthhousesteel]

ronance headcanons/blurb ideas:

- nancy is a huge NFL (colts) fan. she gets robin into the sport and almost breaks up with her when robin announces that she's a cowboys fan

- robin Never drinks water and nancy has to coerce her into doing it

(-> "i'm not kissing you until that glass is empty"

-> alternatively: "i'm not kissing you until you drink some water" robin takes the smallest sip from the cup and looks at nancy smugly)

- nancy gets too absorbed in her research to remember to eat/shower/sleep/etc so Robin picks her up and carries her to take care of herself (nancy protests the Entire time)

- nancy sleep fights, especially when she has nightmares. robin once woke up to an elbow to her face and had to comfort nancy with a tissue shoved up her nose to stop it from bleeding

[rezniiks]

dressing as slutty as possible then going to the most country ass restaurants with old cowboys is the highlight of my life

[judasofsuburbia]

tagged by absolute loml @cheatghost <333

RULES:

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post.

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in or just post.

WIPS:

spring challenge: grilling

demon eddie au bc horny

easy: the migraine

ronance cowboy au bc i’m ill and gay

teacher steve au: the date

SNIPPET:

Robin and her have grown to be decent friends. Nancy brings her sliced apples and peaches during the afternoon to beat the hot sun. Robin picks flowers in the field to bring back to her. She loves the way Nancy’s face lights up and how she can see them in a vase on a window sill for days after. The bouquets men bring her usually end up decomposing near the garden beds.

Robin is always seeing Nancy turn down men left and right. Quietly gauges the reasons why but sometimes, it doesn’t seem like there is one. The two of them never really talk about courting or love. It’s foolish for Robin to hold out hope that Nancy will never be swept up off her feet by some handsome fella.

But love is a little foolish after all.

i'm tagging with absolutely no pressure: @thefreakandthehair @harmonictechnicality @strawberryspence @hellsfireclub @fastcardotmp3 @flashyysins @kkpwnall @gothbat99 @figthefruitfaeth

[mosquito-queen]

cowboy horror au

it’s the day the most famous outlaw dies. well maybe not the most famous. maybe not famous. but an outlaw nonetheless. and they’re dragging her through the dirt to the executor. she’s scrambling, racking her mind on how to escape. and when the mayor of this rusty necropolis asks if she has any last words, she says: “i can get her back.” because next to her smug wanted poster had been a fresh missing persons flyer. a missing person with a handsome award, and she was looking at the only man with money in this town, “i can get your princess back.” and he spits at her, “no one’s ever come back from the desert, snake.” “then i die either way, right?” the sun sinks into the horizon, a perfect disc being devoured. he squints into the light, finally says: “take the kid with you.”

by kid, he meant the scrawny redhead that was actually a famous outlaw and a scourge of all towns this side of the desert. mad max is cleaning her gun, a dark storm clouding her eyes. she hasn’t spoken to robin yet. not even a, “hey, thanks for getting me out of prison.” to be fair, the townspeople had tied them into their saddles, led them out to the farthest point any reasonable person would go, and then set their horses running into the desert of no return. max had managed to use the knife tucked into her boot to cut herself down first. it seemed like a good sign she had eventually cut robin out her saddle too, right?

[valentinojoni]

RONANCE WYNONNA EARP AU GUYS SOMEONE ANYBODY PLEASE TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION

[sunflower-butch]

Thinking about cowboy Robin

[glassfullofsass]

Queen of the Rodeo - A Ronance AU

Playlist

Nancy Wheeler grew up in the saddle. She's spent more time on horseback than on her own two feet, and she's loved every second.

But on the other side of forty, it's getting harder to ignore what it's cost her.

She'd done her time as rodeo queen like her mother before her, but unlike Karen, Nancy hadn't married up and settled down when her year was done. Instead, when it was time, she passed the crown on to the inimitable Erica Sinclar, and kept competing.

She'd had a good run, too, winning more breakaways than she scratched and constantly breaking her own records on the barrel races. But then her roping partner Barb had taken a bad fall and quit the arena all together, leaving Nancy to face the circuit alone.

Since then, Nancy's been the only rider on Coach Hopper's roster, and the old sheriff has been hinting at his own retirement for a while. Even his lady, the legendary Joyce Byers, idol of every cowgirl west of the Mississippi, had given up rodeos younger than Nancy was now, though she even still worked hard as a rancher.

Joyce certainly hadn't started riding roughstock at thirty like Nancy did, seizing an open slot at a back country rodeo that didn't care too much about propriety. And since then, Nancy’d driven two or three states over any time the WPRA could pull together enough competitors.

Nancy doesn't regret it, even when it hurts, even when she loses.

But it's starting to hurt more often than it doesn't, and she's losing more often than she wins these days. Plus, Barb isn't the only friend Nancy's run off; she burned a lot of bridges and broke a few hearts to earn her place at the top. She still loves the rodeo like nothing else, but it's getting to be lonely.

It’s also a long way down. She's not sure the Harringtons will keep her on as a ranch hand if she's not bringing prizes to their stables, and if she has to leave behind ranching on top of leaving the rodeo…

Something has to give soon, though. Nancy can read the writing on the wall: she's slowing down and even though it's only in milliseconds, it makes a difference on the breakaway.

If Nancy could let go and trust that she'd land on her feet, maybe she could get out of her own way. She's pushed away friends, family, and lovers, but if she'd risk being vulnerable just enough, she could still reconnect with a community – and one woman in particular – that still loves her.

Robin Buckley's parents made a number of decisions about her life that were supposedly for her safety. The wisest was, probably, never letting her near a horse.

So, though she grew up out in ranch country, surrounded by brush and cowboys, Robin's never so much as given a colt a sugar cube, let alone ridden a full grown mare or – heaven forbid – a stallion.

That doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate a good rodeo. Or the riders, anyway.

But being an admirer – particularly of a woman's sport – doesn't pay the bills. 

Nor does an associate's degree in Spanish, as it turns out. So much for her late nights at the community college.

Once upon a time, Robin had bigger dreams. And it's not impossible to still chase them. Steve'd offered to take her, to load up his truck with their bags and just drive until they got somewhere. 

Robin knows she could do something, if she was somewhere. But that means leaving, and as much as Robin once thought she had to, it doesn't feel as necessary as it once did. And it’s a little more frightening, the idea of starting over, now that she’s no longer young and restless.

She has a place here now. She has regulars at the diner, and regulars at the bar, and Steve.

And yeah, sue her. She has some unresolved heartbreak courtesy of the local rodeo queen emeritus. It's been more than a few years since she and Nancy had anything between them, but messy and flash-paper quick as it was, Robin still carries a torch for her.

Hell, Robin has carried a torch for Nancy since they were both thirteen, and Robin wheedled her aunt into taking her to the rodeo for the very first time.

Nancy had been glorious, all red bows and silver thread, lightening quick around the barrels in a perfect clover leaf, strong and steady on a beautiful gray horse that thundered around the pen, kicking dust in its wake.

It's not like Robin had been naïve, going into things. Nancy wasn't the first cowgirl Robin had hooked up with, and she'd known she was hardly Nancy's first partner either. So Robin knew what she was getting with Nancy, the night she'd looked Robin over with those deep brown eyes and smiled honey-sweet.

She knew it wouldn't last, and that was fine.

Until it wasn't, because it did last. Longer than Robin expected, long enough that she forgot to hold back. Long enough that she forgot why she shouldn't fall in love.

She'd gotten burnt pretty bad, for that mistake.

Still, it had been years. Robin had moved on, had other partners, other relationships, had even been in love again.

Her breath still catches when she sees Nancy, and she's learned to live with it. She's just not sure she could live without it.

If she could find the resolve, Robin might find fulfillment elsewhere, where her ear for languages might be appreciated as more than a party trick and she wouldn't be dependent on tips to keep her lights on. But if she'd take a chance and risk her heart one more time, she'd find that the cowgirl of her dreams might be ready for a change of pace, too.

[arezk]

thinking 'bout each other 🥰🥰

[snowangeldotmp3]

hi hi hello ❗❗❗

this is a test to see if my asks work but also werewolf nancy has been boinking around my head all day so im using this as an excuse to hear more of creature!nancy thoughts because all of ur creature aus have been boinking around like loose cutlery in a dishwasher because AAAAA creachureee nance i love that weirdo!! 💖👍

(anyway no pressure tho! feel free to ignore or reply with a marine bio gif or smth 👍🐋🐬🐟🐠🐡🦈)

HI HELLO it's been a week and a half since this ask came in and i am so sorry BUT I DO HAVE SOME CREATURE NANCY STUFF FOR YOU (mostly werewolf nancy + ronance)

nancy's super sensitive to smells after her first full moon. she does this little nose wrinkle whenever she comes across a bad/different smell. all her senses are dialed up, and she can usually handle it, but smell is weird now. nothing bad, nothing too strong, etc. nancy always wrinkles her nose when robin comes back from family video bc she always smells like black licorice.

nancy uses her claws sometimes to (gently!!) massage robin's head. especially when robin's got a headache.

i just think the idea of nancy still wearing her cute lil earrings with her lil pointy ears is just <3

werewolf nancy is a biter. i stand by this. robin is covered in lil bite marks.

still thinking about that wild west ronance au where nancy (while she's not a monster or monster hunting) she dresses super feminine and "prissy" but it's all an act because it's really just to hide the fact that she's a werewolf (robin is a witch in this one i think. butch witch cowboy robin you are so real to me.) and nancy begins to go on a personal Journey (tm) the longer she's paired up with robin. this is an idea that spawned thinking about the trope of the monster hunter is ALSO a monster and self acceptance etc etc

for mermaid nancy i don't have a lot but (and i think we've talked about this) but i love the idea of like, a mermaid's kiss thing? where nancy kisses robin and yeah it's so robin can breathe underwater and see nancy's world, but it works like a true love's kiss thing. except robin doesn't believe in true love.

i also love the idea of like. lost in translation (is that the right phrase for it? idk) where robin gets nancy a gift or something or maybe sings a song or whatever and in mermaid culture that's considered like, courting and whatnot, so its the fun trope of one of them thinks they're dating and that they have been dating for a while and the other is completely oblivious.

sadly that's all i have for now :( but i love talking about creature nancy so !!!

[ronanception]

may i ask for more of ur thoughts and feelings on werewolves and ronance 🥺👉👈😳

ok ok ok so like…

In the old west/cowboy/werewolf story that’s been stirring around in my brain and cookin for a bit and revealing itself to me, werewolves - while absolutely being giant wolf/human creatures, are also allegorically related to the concept of capitalist greed and anger and abuse and generational trauma. The original werewolf of the story starts off a completely normal man who might have even been a good and kind man at some point until his fortune twists him into a creature that devours and devours and devours even when devouring could mean the end of him, and through his final acts of destruction leaves a curse on his family.

In this story, the act of becoming a werewolf is more related to the myth of the Wendigo, humans transformed into horrible creatures because of their own “betrayal of nature” or betrayal of their own humanity.

As a victim/survivor of different assaults and abuses myself, I learned about the fleas you get from your abusers. Reactions and patterns of behavior that your abuser inadvertently passes on to you. Mannerisms that you might emulate, things you have to unlearn while also accepting that this while this isn’t your nature and you are not the same as your abuser, your fleas are actively working against you in order to harm you future relationships.

These ‘fleas’ plague Nancy’s life as she tries to right the wrongs and work through the troubles and politics that her family has disturbed in the northern Texas community she lives in. The people that her family bullied into selling land rights to don’t trust her, and her behavior is better than her fathers but there’s something about her, things she does that just ain’t right.

Enter a group of cattle drovers who need to drive their beeves across her thousands of acres as they head north toward the train yards where they’ll be sold. They have to pause shortly into their drive as their group of drovers breaks down due to intense internal conflict and they have to find new hands to replace the ones that were expelled from the group. There’s a shepherd that’s riding with the cattlemen, a younger ‘boy’ of few words named Robin who asks if ‘he’ can graze ‘his’ sheep closer to the ranch as the grass is softer and lambing season is going in full force.

Robin is also the dogman of the drovers, working a few herders and making sure their crew of herd protection dogs are well looked after. Nancy is curious about the training and the work 'he' does and they strike an easy companionship, but for some reason the herd guardians hold ground when Nancy shows up, even after Robin tries to force them to give her leeway. Cue Robin finding absolutely massive paw-prints interspersed with the hoof-prints of the cattle and horses, a few mauled beeves and disappearing lambs. 

Additionally, Nancy starts catching the scent of what might be a different wolf around the edges of the property. While she’s devastated thinking that she’s the cause of the carnage, it appears that she might not be the only creature plaguing the area.

Anyways yeah, fuck, there’s a bunch of wordvomit for you. Entirely self-indulgent trauma healing with cows and sheeps and dogs and werewolves and wlw. Basically wanting to explore both the trauma that can cause those deep wounds as well as the work going in to confronting and healing it.

Werewolves are so good for so many things.

[aesthetic-rat-lesbian]

nancy asking robin if their a real cowboy

[ninthhousesteel]

conversely robin announces she’s a browns or jets fan and nancy threatens to breakup with her on the grounds of poor taste.

robin still cheers for either of them whenever nancy’s around.

robin cheers for the worst teams in the league on purpose (but never for the giants, eagles, or washington bc she still has Some taste)