#horror cowboy au

[jekyllnahyena]

the priest is hard at work it seems

(fellas is it gay to murder someone for your cannibalistic hellcreature boyfriend?)

[buggee22]

introducing my endless wips of,,,the cowboyverse,,,

[o4ktree]

yeehaw.

..would cross find a different name for COWboy? because… y’know…

[mack-timelines]

A slight art dump-

A lil Cowboy's bandit comic im making, yall probably won't get to see that finished product in a while-

A doodle plus sneak peak on a Lav mack chapter cover :0 tw/ slight body horror, death SO. I GOT SOME LAVENDER MAX ANGST. I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE

HE DOESNT CANONICALLY DIE IN THE AU OK-

HAVE THIS HEALED UP LAV!MAX FLUFF- yes he wear glasses later on- he dont like em all the much

[distant--shadow]

lightning kissing metal whisper to the tiny hairs battery on my tongue

[aylish91]

Lonesome West at an Outlaws Request

@venesins Lonesome West artwork has reminded me of a story my grandpa once told me about Billy the Kid. It has also, inevitably, inspired me to write a little~

My grandpa had relatives, (I can't remember for sure if it was an aunt or great aunt, or what her name was exactly...) who had a homestead in which Billy and his gang showed up at. They dropped off one of his crew who were injured along with one other, telling her and her husband to help nurse them back to health. He threatened them and said he would be coming back for them. The coming spring, he did return, paying her family handsomely as a reward. Her family used the funds to open a general store.

This story's beginning was inspired by these things~

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You were weeding the garden when you heard the far-off shots, only glancing for a moment before turning back to pulling the intrusive plants. It wasn’t uncommon to hear such things out by your quaint little homestead. There was plenty of game over the hills near the river, but there were also the tracks that ran through there. You couldn’t count the number of times passengers from the nearby town took shots from the passing train. It was more of an annoyance than anything these days.

However, at the sounds of far-off hooves, you stopped and stood to look over the sunbaked field of grass past your grove of trees.

It was alarming to see a small group of riders barreling over the ridge, one draped over the back of his companion. Several riderless horses followed behind, ladened with saddlebags and gear.

You hoped the group would continue to the road leading into town or turn toward the desert wilds. Your soul dropped when, with a flourish of blackened gloves, the rider at the head instead turned the steeds towards your little heaven.

You were alone. There would be no help should you need it this far from town. Balling your hands into the folds of your dress, you braced for whatever was to come.

[notabitofabozo]

Ok so I saw a Cowboy TMA AU and now I need to speculate.

They’re in America but keep the British accents just for fun. I want Jon to get bullied by Americans for being a pushy Brit.

In order for the whole Basira and Daisy thing they’d probably be freelance detectives so that other law enforcement still existed.

Statements would be reports.

Artefact storage would be evidence management.

Online research is detective work.

In person follow up is an interview.

Jon joins interested in detective work as a job but also a passion. He’s intrigued by the disappearance of former head detective, Gertrude Robinson. He originally goes as a single free lance journalist/detective, going undercover in the Magnus institute to collect information on her disappearance. But turns out no one likes him much as he comes off as kind of having his head up his own arse. As his leads go dry he decided to do the job he was hired for. Reading through and organising reports. Most are outlandish and daring, and he suspects these “crazy” or even “supernatural” occurrences are actually by the work of heat stroke, drugs, alcohol, and delusion. He’s here about murder. Not ghosts. But as he continues to read, he gets the itching suspicion that not all is right.. and paranoia starts to eat away at his very being…

[mydetheturk]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023), Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Millions Knives & Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Characters: Millions Knives (Trigun), Tesla (Trigun), William Conrad | Revnant Vasquez, Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Medical Procedures, Medical Trauma, POV Second Person, Hallucinations, Alien Biology, Gaslighting, rot, Telepathy, Grief/Mourning, Vivisection, Pre-Canon, chemical formulas, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Body Horror, Eye Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Dissociation Summary:

you are trapped, wrapped in rot and ruin and held by someone who should have loved you. you wish - you wish.

(Knives will not remember this. He will lock it away, attribute it to someone else's memories. He will only remember this in snatches, and never in any solid form)

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For the Trigun Body Horror Week by @organsoutsidelovinglydescribed

It’s not in all technically for the Mama prompt, but the song was too good to not be the title.

A Preview:

You blink and the swimming lights flap like butterfly wings, like that butterfly you saved from the spider for your brother because he couldn’t bear to watch the spider eat it. You try not to think about then but somehow you can’t not right now. Your mind fixates on it and you watch a spider crawl across and catch the butterfly. It wraps the butterfly in a glowing, stinging web. You think you are the butterfly.

[the-slasher-files]

Horror among horses

>>HORROR COWBOY AU<<

It was a large ranch. Nothing out of the ordinary for the area, sprawling hills and meadows to graze. It was beautiful, however, if you looked any closer, the people made the whole thing seem... different.

You owned the place after your daddy has passed young, leaving a handful of men around you. They were hard workers, scary to look at, but ones that would lay their lives on the line for you in a heartbeat, and they've proven that.

Michael was the first at the ranch. A quiet and stoic man that hardly ever muttered a full sentence, just with a nod of head, black hat low on his brow and navy blue bandana rippled across the lower half of his face. You had seen it a few times, his face that was. Handsome and chiseled with a scar tearing into his left brow and down his cheek leaving a story behind to give him a milky white, dead eye, but the other was a warm brown in the blistering sun. Your daddy had always said 'he is the most loyal man to ever crawl out of the pits of hell', and he was right. Any business that had been dealt with the ranch or your family, Michael was there, a haunting and looming figure surrounding you in a cold but familiar safety. Oftentimes, you wouldn't see the large man for days, just maybe his shape in the night when he locked up your tack, but he was always there when you called in mere seconds. Michael was different from the rest of the cowboys, however. Animals seemed to drift around him, turning their gaze in higher respect and moving along. He rarely ever got on a horse and if he did, it was your dad's.

When your momma was still around and your dad needed help, falling more ill, they hired Jason. A massive man but with a heart of cherry sweetness. Intimidating at first, you quickly found a gentle comfort with his bear hugs and the nights he sat at the fire next to you. Jason was mute, a tragic accident when he was a young boy had left half of his face disfigured, almost with skin scarred to look like a zombie, and you felt for him. Rarely would he ever leave the ranch and go to town unless you needed him to go, he hated crowds and strangers alike understandably so. A dedicated and natural hardworker, Jason often works the animals and does the land maintenance. He was sweet like honey but ever so watchful over the land. You remembered one night when his white hat dripped blood of a trespasser that refused to leave.

As you gained the land, the house, the business and everything in between after your parents passed, everything seemed to fall hard on you. Bearing the weight for almost a year, it was time that you needed some help.

Buying out your neighbours' land, the Sinclair twin's land, was easier said than done. Bo was a hardass through and through when it came to what he owned, even when you've been nothing but friendly and maybe a little flirty with the man. Your daddy always said to stay the hell away from him, there was just a charming allure that was intoxicating, and all the women in the area knew. It took months but with a good chunk of money, Bo couldn't refuse. It was mainly hills that were littered with car parts, decaying tractors and rusted metal you couldn't find out what they were from. It took a while, but Vincent helped out to clear the parts, turning it into new horse fields and rotation pastors. They mainly sticked to their home as you worked the fields, letting them come to you. Overtime, they did. You think you saw Bo more than Michael nowadays, always in for breakfast or for drinks and you tended to care for the boys like your own, even when Bo came to your house after a drunken night out and a black eye on his face.

This farm was your life and the these men were your family forever. Loyal till death and with sweat, blood and tears bonding you all. There was absolutely nothing you would change.

[isame-allen]

Can you draw poison ds!nightmare getting punched in the face by hideverse nullus while any other au of dreamswap is just in the background cheering for nullus to punch him more

Very specific but I gottchu

[bakaramia]

Why have I done three full illustrations of a fucking human western AU! for Striker/Blitz. Why am I actively planning a fourth one.

[jekyllnahyena]

something’s wrong with that priest, I’m telling u

(the second one is just a doodle of johnny on the hunt)

[connortheconceded]

3 easy steps to become a cool werewolf

step one: dubiously consent to some experimental procedures.

step two: inhale a mix of wolfs-bane, dried belladonna and other components with just a little cocaine mixed in for good measure.

step three: wait 5 to 20 minutes for the body to painfully transform itself.

And its as easy as that, now go out have fun!

[punch-love]

♻️, 🤔,🧭, and ❤️ for the ask game!

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

The first draft I had for chapter eight of spirit box was an immediate continuation after seven where Loki watches Mobius take off the boards off all the windows, and they snip at each other for the rest of the chapter. I scrapped it because it felt too similar to the previous chapter, and also I realized I was getting too in my head about not doing time skips because I felt like I had to over-explain the transitions. Once I realized Loki would have disappeared the moment Mobius got one over him and I could just start the next chapter further along in the future, I deleted everything I wrote and started over.

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I have a pretty fully fleshed cowboy AU hanging around in the back of my head. I know the type of world it's going to be set in and the narrative roles that they both play and the magic system the world uses. I also know where I think I want it to end and pretty much all the functioning parts required to write it. I just don't know where I want to begin it, exactly. It'll be a Loki POV work to contrast SB being a Mobius POV (I love dual POVs but I thought it would be fun/refreshing to be able to switch between the two without actually committing to switching between two within one story) and I think I want to start it with a bank robbery but nothing I've written works for my vision. I'm excited to get it on the road, though. I really like how it looks inside my head.

🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

I don't think I have alternate titles once I settle on something, it's pretty settled. I did just name one wip 'white rabbit' because someone referenced it as a symbolic role for mobius on a mood board and I really liked that.

[violentdelightsproductions]

Cowboy! Dean Winchester x Witch! Ellie Spencer - Old West AU

In the Old West a cowboy named Dean Winchester is on the long way home when he meets an enigmatic woman that steals his heart. But the cowboy needs to be careful. There are many legends in the west about Ghost Towns and wicked desert spirits. And of course, witches.

The corner of her mouth curled and she said, "It'd be rude to turn down a chance to drink with a cowboy, now wouldn't it?

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[empty-blog-for-lurking]

I think it is genuinely really funny that of all the Lance's from my different aus, the most chill one out of all of them is the one who got violently murdered and came back as an unperceivable eldritch horror whose first act after coming back was vengence on the guy who killed him and then steal his house.