#western horror

[horseshit-posts]

The best part of Nope was OJ's dedication to his horses. There was nothing heroic about him staying at the house or going back after Jean Jacket hovered over the property to intimidate them. He was simply a man who "had mouths to feed" and "work to do." He was a cowboy who loved his horses enough to risk his own life in order to take care of them.

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres • western horror

simply put, western horror is a mixture of horror and western. this genre is a combination of something called “weird westerns.” 

[horror-aesthete]

Sundown: The Vampire in Retreat, 1989, dir. Anthony Hickox

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

SUMMARY: In a remote military outpost in the 19th century, Captain John Boyd and his regiment embark on a rescue mission which takes a dark turn when they are ambushed by a sadistic cannibal.

The mod has seen it and all she has to say is:

[ghcstcd]

Reposting this drawing from a year ago. I always wondered if Caleb Quinn knew who he was hunting in the fog.

Ko-fi and Artist Info

[the-writing-mobster]

♥️ ♠️ | “We'll be seein' each other soon...” | ♦️ ♣️

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[alethianightsong]

How Near Dark should've ended

Caleb is sitting on the cure for vampirism and doesn't bring it up during the climax. How hard would it have been to be like "Hey, Homer, I got the cure for your vampirism. Wanna stop this Peter Pan shit? Just let my little sister go." Homer: "Wait, Jesse, call a truce!" Then the last 15 minutes is Homer getting his blood transfusion while Jesse, Diamondback, and Severen ride off into the sunset cuz they're perfectly content being bloodsuckers. Maybe Mae breaks Caleb's heart cuz she actually likes being immortal despite the distaste of killing. Speaking of her, I got the feeling that she only had a mild crush on Caleb that would've disappeared after a week. Poor Caleb just wanted to laid and got kidnapped by vampiric outlaws instead.

[humonculuss]

Finished painting of my sphinx sona, Laurel.

This time with wavy red Oni hair as an alternate look~

She is in the Legendary category of Haint*. *(org. Gullah: spirit/ghost/demon)

She's a Wampus Cat, Sphinx type.

A six-legged version of the black panther cryptid of Appalachia.

[halloweenhundreds]

Curse of the Undead is a pretty straight Universal western but the badman is a vampire. Kathleen is given nothing much to do but there are some great scenes between her preacher boyfriend and the vampire gunman.

[starklyscifi]

All The Good Men Are Dead

Jake has a secret that he thinks he can bury in the desert.

Jake Henderson’s teeth were near rattled straight out of his head by the time he reached the end of the dirt track passing for a road in the Nevada desert. The sensation continued for a good five minutes after he turned the engine off. He dreaded getting out. The desert was a forbidding place in the daytime, never mind at night. And this far away from everyone. 

The landscape was empty as far as the eye could see, except for the graveyard right in front of him. 

It belonged to a town that had vanished into the sagebrush decades ago. Not even the outline of a foundation remained. Only a rusting iron fence stood defiant to the endless wind, surrounding little rusting iron fences still protecting their graves from the coyotes. 

Or keeping something else in. 

The only light was from the cold stars above as Jake forced the door to his 1987 Chevy pickup open. It protested, squealing. 

 The former town had long vanished from any map. He was convinced only a handful of people even knew it existed. 

Jake wrestled the duffel bag and a shovel from the bed of the pickup. The wind whistled through the sagebrush. His shoulders tensed. Mama had taken longer than normal to fall asleep tonight. He didn’t have a lot of time. 

He picked a grave and sunk his shovel into the dirt. It scrapped against a rock. He clenched his teeth at the awful sound. 

The hole was halfway dug when he heard it. But there was no one out here to clear their throat, so he ignored it. His school guidance counselor, Miss Vicky, was always saying to just do it scared. 

“What in holy hell are you doin’ to my grave?” 

The fear that flashed through Jake’s body, causing him to drop the shovel, was the same fear that coursed through his veins when he was five and Mama found him eating him candy from the cupboard over the stove that he knew he wasn’t supposed to touch. 

A pair of worn cowboy boots stood across the grave from him. An old man with weathered skin and broad brimmed hat was wearing them. 

And Jake could see right through him. 

“I asked you a question,” the ghost said, one moment on the other side of the graveyard and then right in front of him, ghostly nose almost touching his. Jake felt a cold wind on his face, the breathe of the dead. 

“Hiding something.” Jake didn’t see the point in lying to the dead. 

The ghost looked him up and down. And smiled. 

“You should hide it over there,” the ghost said, pointing a bony finger two graves over, “Ain’t no one looking in the preacher man’s box.” 

Jake finally read the name on the headstone of the grave he was desecrating. Harry Thiel, died 1891. 

He used to be a good person. Before Mama lost her job. And he robbed a bank. It was just to pay the bills, he told himself. But he’d taken more than just enough to pay the bills. And he’d been stupid, only going one town over with a ski mask and a handgun. Sheriff Billy had already been around to Mama’s place twice this week, asking questions. 

The ghost laughed at the story. 

“Boy, you sure landed yourself in it.” 

Harry appeared next to Jake’s rotting husk of a truck and then back next to Jake. “Beside, they’ll know where you’ve been.” 

“How do you know about GPS?” 

“You have lots of time to listen when yer dead.” 

Jake picked the shovel up. Harry watched him dig for a while. 

“You’re not too bright are you.”

Jake grunted, putting pressure on the shovel. The handle slipped, hitting him in the face as the ground gave way. 

“Where is the last place that you’d ever look?” 

“I dunno, but I think I’d be looking in the fresh grave.” 

“But this isn’t—“ Jake shut up as he realized what the ghost met. 

Fuck. 

“It doesn’t matter.” He stopped shoveling. “No one will be out here until the ground has settled.” 

Right?

“How do you think I know about them there GPS?” 

Apparently not. 

Jake slumped to his knees. The desert ground was as cold as the stars fading overhead. The eastern hills were faintly visible. 

He was out of time. 

“I guess this is the part where you tell me to do the right thing,” he muttered. 

The ghost laughed. It chilled Jake to the bone. It was a swirling, screaming wind that threatened to ripe the sagebrush out by the roots. 

“Boy, I robbed banks for a living. I’ll not tell you to get yourself hanged.” 

“We don’t do that anymore,” Jake said, still muttering. 

Harry looked at the blue duffel bag again, hungry. Even in death his eyes were filled with greed. “That’s a pity.” 

Jake didn’t think ghosts had much use for cash. Harry laughed again. Jake wished he would stop doing that. That sound would haunt his dreams for eternity. 

“Just put it in the mine,” Harry said, up close and personal again. 

Jake shivered. There were reasons why he had thought about the long abandoned, though apparently frequently visited, graveyard before any of the abandoned mines that littered the landscape. Most of them having to due with a fondness for his unbroken body. Mines were treacherous things at the best of times. 

He had no desire to venture down into one, especially not the gaping hole in the hillside Harry was pointing at. That mine had swallowed more people than this graveyard held. 

“You put it down there and no one will every find it, not till you’re nice and ready. Folks these days are a bunch of scaredy cats.” 

Jake looked Harry up and down, as much as one can a non-corporeal entity. 

“Are you stuck here?” 

Harry laughed, sucking the last bit of warmth out of Jake’s bones, and vanished as the sun broke over the mountains. 

@flashfictionfridayofficial

[enmusthighs]

HOKY FUCKKK??????????? UR WESTERN HUMANFORMERS AU THING IS FUCKING AWESOME. Sorry for the KOBD btw if you don’t ship it then imagine it says friend instead of husband.

The absolute horror of your husband going missing and coming back home and not being the same as he was.

Knock Out knows somethings up with him, he can see it in the way his body moves, bones jutting to close to the surface of his skin, posture slumped, knees threatening to bend backwards. He knows that isn’t his husband. The question is whether or not Breakdown knows he knows.

AHYWAY THIS AU IS SUPER COOL.

First of all, thank you so much!! Also yeah KOBD is a thing in this.

Knockout has the misfortune of finding him first while he’s out on patrol at night. Thanks to there not being much light, he’s nothing but overjoyed at finding him again and is rushing to get home. As eery as the odd, crackling movements and low wet sounding grunts are, he blows it off as shell shock or assumes an animal must’ve gotten to him. All the more reason to get him home and fixed, as he’s desperate and happier than he’s been all two weeks he was missing for.

As soon as he brings him inside and the lights are on, his whole heart practically drops to the floor. It’s obvious, he’s paler and things are jutting out at unnatural angles, his usual buffer build looks saggy and like his skeleton is too small for him, and worst of all his face looks like some sort of tacky mask the way it’s now misshapen and just wrong. Every time he tries to make conversation through his barely concealed panic, all he gets in return is a kind of pained gargle as if he’s trying to speak through a mouthful of water.

The only thing he can think of now that this thing is inside is to quickly shoo him off to his room, still playing dumb about the situation, lock him in and find Soundwave to ask him wtf this thing even is and how to get rid of it. He was desperate to have him back and willing to give the benefit of the doubt, but once he could clearly see this thing he didn’t want to spend another moment looking at it, it was disgusting, it was mocking, it was just wrong.

[stankycowboy]

aftermath.

[merdet]

In 2020, I contributed this 9 pg short for an anthology called Girl’s Who Love Monsters and it’s basically my OC’s meetcute. I inked these on paper and then colored them digitally.

[horror-aesthete]

Ravenous, 1999, dir. Antonia Baird

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

SUMMARY: In the dying days of the old west, an elderly sheriff and his posse set out to rescue their town's doctor from cannibalistic cave dwellers.

Westerns are among the mod’s favourite movies, so this looks pretty interesting. Plus she loves scruffy older Kurt Russell.

[rogerckeller]

Horror westerns. Kurt Russell in S. Craig Zahler's Bone Tomahawk. If they ever adapt Blood Meridian, Zahler could handle it.