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thescreaminghat · 2 years

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in the high noon au viktor is nice to talon and the only one around whom talon is comfortable enough to drop his edgy tough guy attitude and be the weepy softie that he is deep down after turning half-angel and talon calls viktor ‘doc’ out of respect and makes sure viktor doesn’t get his hands jammed in the train engines when he’s fixing them and this is all completely true because i say so

#high noon au #talon #viktor #hcs #YEAH #yeah the good doc and the lil half angel #for some reason i just think they would have a wholesome time #talon is just a bebbe and viktor is a sweetheart so why not huh #why not

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sheriff-caitlyn · 2 years

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High Noon Caitlyn + High Noon Tahm Kench

Her eye tracks movement, like a hawk’s might, but with no moon and the stars hidden by clouds, it’s hard to say if what draws her gaze is a possum or a rat or just a tumbleweed. But there is something out there. Just not where she’s looking.

It’s a distraction.

The sheriff of this little town feels the sweat on her, beaded on her brow and damp between her neck and her long loose hair. She has stopped walking, looking over the rough stone walls to the spread of the dusty prairie beyond. She had heard something. She had been waiting. Listening. Her eye pulls away from the movement, just in time to hear the sound again.

There is a man sitting on a rock outside the walls. His coat is dusty, his hat soaked with sweat, his travel pack sunk from lack of supplies. He looks up at her, and removes his hat and holds it over his heart.

She says nothing.

“Evenin’,” the fellow calls. His voice is rich like honey, like mahogany, like brown glass bottles filled with the finest of serpentine oils. “A man counts himself mighty lucky to be out on a night like this, if it means he can see a lady finer’n the queen’s silk pyjamas lookin’ back at him.”

She says nothing.

He puts his hat back on his head, and looks hopefully at the gate. “I see y’all’ve locked up for the night. But these ol’ feet o’mine are so dreadful sore. Don’t s’pose you could open it up an’ offer a poor wanderer a place to rest his head for the night?”

The wall is barely two feet high. The gate barely keeps the cattle in.

“Why don’t you come in?” She asks.

The figure takes a step forward, but stops as he finds the silk-soft woman has a rifle in her hands. A rifle which is, at this moment, pointed in his direction.

“That was a question,” she says, “Not an invitation.”

She should not have been able to see the dust on his coat or the pack on his back. There is no moon, no stars, no light. But she could see him, which means he wanted to be seen. And she sees now the way his charming drifter’s smile twist into a ‘tch’, can see those eyes narrow, and see his restful pose shift to something more alert.

She has sharp eyes. But this is something else. He is letting himself be seen.

“Why,” she asks again, “Don’t you come in?”

And he won’t say anything, because there’s power in words. He knows it, and so does she. The wards laid out by her mother still work, still keep this place safe, and that’s a small relief. But if this drifter is who the sheriff thinks he is, then there must be a gap. He’s picking. He’s scratching. He’s looking for a way in.

“The river’s gone dry,” she tells him. She flicks the end of the rifle towards the road, a short gesture to indicate the drifter should get a move on. “There’s nothing here for you.”

“Oh, well, now...” The drifter - still looking like a handsome man, for the moment - glances at the empty riverbed, then back at her. He smiles, so wide, so charming. “That is a right shame, ain’t it? A town built by a river but with no water to its name? Ain’t right, miss, it ain’t right at all. Maybe I might be able t’do somethin’ ‘bout that. Why don’t you let me in so we can talk it over...?”

She keeps her gun levelled steady at him. There are wells in the town but they’re dry despite their depth. This little frontier town is all dried up. It won’t be long until the buildings are husks, and fall back into the desert... unless the people do something to turn that around.

That’s why she’d been watching. She’d known someone like him would come along.

“You seem like a charmer,” she says. “Maybe you should go tell some stories to the frog. Make him laugh.”

Something about that makes the drifter smile wide, far too wide. It’s a smile of greed and hunger. “Now, well, ain’t that interestin’? A frog, you say? I think I heard that story, a long time ago, ‘bout the frog that drank the whole world dry. Holdin’ all that water in until someone made ‘em laugh the waters back out int’the world again. Good story.”

She feels the sweat on her hands, on her brow, on the back of her neck and soaked into her hair. The heat on this place is unrelenting, even with the sun long set.

He continues, sly, mouth curving in a smirk, eyes gleaming from under the brim of his hat. “Not a story told by your people, though. No no no, darlin’, that’s a story told under smoke an’ tradition an’ faces painted white, an’ not the white fresh as lye that goes all swiftly-peelin’ under the sun’s gentle kiss.”

She adjusts her hold on her rifle. She comes out at night to avoid the risk of sunburn. It’s a barb that hooks true and she has no reason to be angry about it.

“Aww,” the drifter says. His shape is changing, no longer human, growing in the dark, though her ability to see him is fading. He is just a shape, and eyes, and a broad toothy smile. “Did I hit a nerve, sweetheart? You hate to hear how your ancestors came here, breakin' promises and breakin’ necks in equal measure? The land’s cryin’ out from the curses you put on it, for the sake of gold and steel, and stolen gold, an’ now you’re high an’ dry.”

Many of those men and women are still alive today. Their names are on the buildings, the cornerstones set in stolen land and their fences and maps parcelling up what should never have been laid claim to. Those words are true. The sheriff of this little town adjusts her hold on her rifle, holding it steady. The wards are true. She will not let him in. But she has nothing to say.

She’s never broken a promise, or a neck, or stolen anything. But this town wouldn’t be here for her to be sheriff of, if the demon was lying.

“Haw.” He barks a laugh, brays it, and the empty plains ring with that mirthless merriment. “Fine, fine. I know where I’m not wanted. Jus’ thought you might wanna...” He slides off the rock, his massive bulk rasping the stone and displacing the saltbrush. “Do things the civilised way. One fine fella to one fine filly. But it’s alright. There’ll be others that’ll come to call, lil missy. And you can be sure they won’t all come callin’ to you.”

He tips his hat. She loses sight of him, in the dark. The prairie is wide, and dry, and there is sweat on her skin.

#drabble #skins #High Noon AU #the fool who let me in

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phoenixmetaphor · 2 months

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serennedy week 2024 valentine’s edition - day 6 - cowboy au

even more cowboy au comicsssss woooooo!

phoenix, did you draw a whole ass cowboy au and not draw a single cowboy hat? yes. yes i did. it’s not my fault the ganados took leon’s hat, ok?

the vague idea is that leon is under the impression that luis is a snake oil salesman. which isn’t an entirely wrong impression to have, but luis’s reasons, as ever, are a little more complicated. you get into debt with some bad people and they ask you to spread some weird tonics around and then bad things happen and you run away and start a new life somewhere, okay? and then maybe somewhere ends up under the influence of a cult! time is a circle. it’s fine. it’s whatever.

anyway sorry if things start looking like i exported them as low quality .jpegs, we are experimenting with anti-ai glazing.

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candlecoo-sideb-art · 1 year

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if you're drawing mechs characters, would you draw the pendragons and/or mordred? 🥺🥺

Mordred and the Pendragons

#the mechs #the mechanisms au #the mechanisms #high noon over camelot #the mechs fanart #the mechs art #character design #character art #character concept #fanart #digital art #fan art #art #my art

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misakochip · 24 days

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For an AU..... Hope to get these WIPs done, I made so many haha

#I'll elaborate more later #sandrock high noon AU #mtas #my time at sandrock #mtas logan #mtas avery #my time at sandrock logan #my time at sandrock avery #mtas fanart #my time at sandrock fanart #WIP

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0-maxine-the-machine-0 · 7 months

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OUTLAW SIPS!!!

(also may or may not be making an au based on this lol-)

#young artist #digital art #fools gold #fools gold dnd #fools gold sips #sips fools gold #fools gold au #wild west #high noon

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dreamingeyes · 2 years

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yeehaw

#heard high-noon hoopla from the new cuphead dlc and immediately thought of this #and immediately thought of giving apollo the stereotypical cow pants #ace attorney #ace attorney au #ace attorney fanart #western au #phoenix wright #mia fey #apollo justice #athena cykes #art #fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #my art #dreamingeyes

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sp1resong · 10 months

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"[...] for the ghouls had taken pity upon the helpless young Morgause, and took her with them."

hey hey um. what if,,

#using my au powers for. not sure if it's good or evil but it's Something #the quote is from High Noon over Camelot by the Mechanisms bee tee double you. specifically the track ''Death''#the album will probably be referenced quite a bit throughout this au because. i mean. [gestures vaguely]#art #my art #rain world #also their fur isn't actually longer than arti's it's just fluffier bc they. yk. clean it #we'll walk beneath the rusted sky

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allylikethecat · 12 days

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the new chapter of all the king's horses oh my god 😭 screaming crying throwing up but in the best way known to man. that was SO good 🥹 poor matty though 😭

!!!!! Thank you so much for reading omg I'm so happy you enjoyed the new chapter!! I had a lot of fun working on it and was so very excited to *finally* explain what happened with Fictional!Matty and the mare and also the whole extent of his Tragic Backstory™️ It's also been really fun to stick with Fictional!George's POV this entire fic instead of switching around like I usually do - we only see Fictional!Matty from Fictional!George's POV and well, Fictional!George isn't the most reliable narrator. I did have a brief worry that this chapter was a bit *much* it kind of wrote itself and I'm just so happy to hear you enjoyed it! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you had a wonderful Friday and that you have a great weekend!

❤️Ally

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #keep it kind #fanfiction #matty fic #gatty #fanfic #equestrian au #all the king's horses #i love this fic so much #i know i keep saying it but omg i do #also because HORSES #my friends daughter that i'm responsible for at this show fucking fell off walking into the warm up ring #took about two years off of my life #i instantly went into the tack room and chugged a high noon before going back out and watching her lol #then today she had the AUDACITY to ask me to go on a ride around the grounds with her #which i did #but i look up and she's got her feet out of the stirrups and a long ass rein #i was like child i am not playing this game have you learned NOTHING #neither of our horses are spooky #but hers spooked yesterday and thats how she fell off #and Pop has been known to spin and bolt out of no where and he 100% takes out those around him when he does it

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scurvyratt · 2 months

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Spent a couple hours at my states annual horse expo lol… made me think about Oz gay cowboy au..,🚬🚬🚬

#oz #hbo oz #much 2 consider here #and I don’t mean in a brokeback mountain way #but like actual showdown at high noon enemies to lovers cowboy au #clearly Chico and Miguel are most fitting in this situation

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radical-dadical-rafael · 1 year

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The flames turned into a comforting darkness. To a void, a cosmos Galahad had briefly seen in his visions, with his hanged man close to him. His hands were no longer rusted as he pulled Galahad into a gentle kiss, making the space around them dissolve and those mythological stars glow brightly.

But it did not cease by @dramaticdads

if you like, please reblog :]

#my art #high noon over camelot #drumbot brian #galahad hnoc #galahad/brian #drumbot brian/galahad hnoc #idk what to tag them as man #galabrian #everyone pleaseeeee go read Oake's mechanized Galahad au #it's so good

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nightmaretherabbit · 2 years

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Folks of the wild west having a drink together