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narsh-poptarts · 6 months

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SOMETIMES YOU MAKE A NEW CHARACTER FOR MONSTER OF THE WEEK AND YOU GET A LITTLE OBSESSED WITH THEM

This is Wesley Bernavelli (he/him) !!!! he's a Hex cowboy witch B))))) think anathema device or perhaps shrink and forcible from coraline, that brand of witchy

he's perhaps.... a little weird...

#monster of the week #motw #The Hex #cowboy #witch #cowboy witch #Wesley Bernavelli #original character #oc #my oc #eye contact #dnd character #i'll be playing him in a campaign my friends are playing with me and im so excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #my art #he's like #he's normal in a weird way in that he's passionate about the rotes and other spells he does and will happily talk about them #and spin a tale #you know. the works #but!!! he's still kinda creepy and secretive and will look off into the horizon sometimes where you're sure he's seeing something you're no #and say some cryptic shit that you just have to deal with #also his eyes glow a little bit but just in that way cats' eyes reflect #i didn't design a face for him at first but i like him <3333333333333 #he both has no face and has a face and that's wonderful

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thecowboywitch · 1 year

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Cowboy Witch and the Vampires of Camino al Cielo: Part 3, the conclusion, is out now for your reading enjoyment.

#Cowboy Witch #Delle #chapter update #artist: kaban

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kaban-bang · 2 years

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Feliz Jueves Patrio

#Cowboy Witch #Bev #Delle #OCs #muh art

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enticingaphrodite · 2 months

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I was five and he was six

We rode on horses made of sticks

He wore black and I wore white

He would always win the fight

Bang bang, he shot me down

Bang bang, I hit the ground

Bang bang, that awful sound

Bang bang, my baby shot me

#brown aesthetic #cigarette #countrycore #cowboycore #cowboy posting #cowboy witch #moodboard aesthetic #witchblr #witchy aesthetic #witchy woman #Enticing Aphrodite

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mrhelicoprion · 1 year

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I am making a Cowboy ttrpg where you use a deck of cards instead of dice that I'm calling Cowboys and Witchcraft for the time being. Ask me anything

#it speaks #ttrpg stuff #cowboys #cowboy witch

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sleepy-hailey · 2 years

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Just some Heroforge Cowboy Witch spinny gif thing.

#Cowboy Witch #Heroforge #gif #gifs

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glamourstories · 19 days

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The Fisherman of Fate

Frustrated, Cass slumped down by the pool.

“No luck I take it?” The fisherman asked with a smile. Cass looked up at him but he didn’t look back, just remaining focussed on the task at hand.

“What about you? Doesn’t look like you caught much either.” Cass tried again to get the fisherman’s attention, but he staunchly watched his line.

“Fate wills what fate wills. Maybe I need a new tackle?” He asked rhetorically as Cass had no idea about fishing.

“Fate, huh?” Cass laughed. “So, you think things will just work out in the end?”

“That’s not how fate works. What will happen will happen, but that’s not to say we have no power.” The fisherman tugged on his line, creating small ripples in the water.

Cass watched the water, motionless except for his influence. “Doesn’t sound much like fate to me. Either fate wills it, or it doesn’t, surely?”

“You misunderstand. Fate isn’t a line, or a piece of string, it’s the inevitable outcome of events. One thing happens and therefore another thing happens. Like so many dominoes lined up. But it’s up to us to choose the first one and when to knock it down.” With one hand he mimed something falling over and smiled to himself.

“Dominoes?” He’d lost her, Cass had no idea what he was talking about now.

“It’s a game, don’t you worry about it. I think I’ll use a different tackle.” The fisherman began to wind up his line.

“Yeah, maybe.” Cass was tired of listening to this nonsense, figured she might as well try again.

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When next she returned Cass was smiling. Following the smell of smoke she sat down by the fire, setting beside her a small sack. The fisherman gently turned a fish round on a spit without looking at her. He spoke first. “You used a different tackle?”

Cass patted the sack, pleased with herself. “I guess I did. You too?”

“Yup.” He pulled out a knife and carved flesh off the fish, setting it in a bowl and handing it to Cass.

She took it graciously. “Thank you.”

He smiled. “I take it yours isn’t for sharing?”

“Afraid not, not yet at least.”

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A short piece from my Wicked Witch of the Wild West story that I couldn't figure out where to place in the story itself. I don't think dominoes existed in cowboy times but I think Cass's confusion works into the theme as well.

#my work #my fic #writing #short story #witchcraft #cowboy witch

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shapelytimber · 2 years

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Just had my first concept art class !

The task was to create a witch (so of course I did a magical cowboy)

6 hours to do 20 thumbnails and a "final" render (oh boy it was short how do professionals do this on a daily basis-)

#finger gun cowboy #witch #witchcraft #cowboy #concept art #digital art #art school #my art #I guess that count as an oc #original character #finger guns

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microgeneration · 2 years

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Teddy Bear Halloween Party (1986)

#80s #teddy bear #Halloween #ghost #jack-o'-lantern #costumes #cowboy #witch #spooky #kidcore #cauldron

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amethystsoda · 9 months

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Some of my favorite Halloween manga + anime art! (series and artist credit listed in alt!) 🎃 🍬 🍁

#halloween #spooptober #jujutsu kaisen #dorohedoro #gokurakugai #wha #witch hat atelier #jjba #kekkai sensen #kaiju no 8 #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #cowboy bebop #long post #anime art #manga art

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goomyloid · 10 months

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color wheel challenge :-3

#trigun #revolutionary girl utena #hunter x hunter #deltarune #hatsune miku #witch hat atelier #splatoon 3 #cowboy bebop #vash the stampede #utena tenjou #anthy himemiya #killua zoldyck #kris dreemurr #coco tbna #frye splatoon #radical edward #HOOO thats a lotta characters #goomyart #fully rendered

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ghouljams · 9 months

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Dear Ghoul, remember the ask I sent previously about Price being all condescending and using nicknames to mock our dear witch and how you asked about how it feels being right about it?

I think I'm pretty proud about being spot-on about it all lol.

I wish I could send you some more stuff but atm my brain is solely focused on this Gaz oneshot I'm writing :') but I'll probably gush about Fae Price and Fae Gaz later this weekend hopefully.

Anyway, the only thing I can think about is witch harvesting some strawberries from her little kitchen garden and making a lot of fruit jam, and leaving some for Fae Price outside on the wall/barrier that stands between her hut and Price's place. Along with a cute note telling him to take the jam and to use it while it's fresh and all....the domesticity of it all is just so....gentle.

This probably got Fae Price thinking about how pretty and glowing Witch would be as they go about their day in a shared space, him going out and bringing his sweet witch herbs and keepsakes to work with, testing her magic spells by trying to break it for her....just swoon.

(also can I be 🪷 anon, if it's not taken? I'd like to have some moniker so it's easy to identify my rambling on your blog lol)

AH! Imagine me pointing at my fic with Witch sitting on Price's lap: the cookies in that have home made rose jam. God the rose motif I am pushing is just not subtle, but I don't care. Witch absolutely makes jam with the fruit in her garden/the fruit given to her by clients.

I think that while Price was still waiting for the threshold to let him in he sometimes had tea with Witch. He's not a big fan of tea, but he is a fan of the scones and jam that Witch makes.

It's one of your favorite times of the day, a little past lunch when the sun in your garden is at its hottest and the Winter on the other side is the coldest. You pass Price a mug of warm mulled wine and pluck a scone from the plate precariously balanced on the garden wall. Price sips at his drink while you complain about a difficult customer, neatly slicing your preferred scone to slather jam on each half. You offer half to Price and he takes it with a small smile.

"You not drinkin' tea anymore?" He asks suddenly. You pause capping the jam.

"I'm drinking tea now," You tip your mug to show him the leaves at the bottom, "Why?"

"This is wine." He says it like you should know what he's not saying, and you do.

"Homemade," You tell him with a smile, before relenting to his stare with a sigh, "You don't drink tea." Price hums, like he wants to refute it, as if you didn't see him his a frown and furrowed brows the last time you served him tea. Granted it was pretty bitter, but there were only so many times you could pour out a half drunk mug before you figured the man didn't enjoy a cuppa like you did.

"It's good," He finally tells you. You hide your smile behind your mug, sipping your lukewarm tea.

"Good, I'll make it again." You leave off the 'for you' Price doesn't need to know he's the only other person enjoying your labors. Even if he can taste it under the spices, that you were thinking of him while you were cooking. If he didn't know any better he might think you were trying to make him fall for you. You give too much of yourself too freely, he'd be a fool not to want you for himself.

"Got something for ya," He digs a hand into his pocket, fishing out the tightly corked bottle. You're pretty when you frown, the little crease in your brows is endearing.

"You don't have to repay-" He hold out the bottle, little white stems in soft purple liquid. Your eyes light up just how he thought they would. "Ghost pipes," Your excitement is so pleasant to be on this side of. He shakes the bottle, churning the contents while he waits for you to take it. He knows you will, the way you set down your mug and hold your hands out.

"For the food," He knows you're itchy about debts, and it's easier to imply he's put a price on your kindness than try to convince you he's giving out of his own care. No strings attached, he means to say. Even though he knows you'd never buy that. Your hesitance around accepting his gifts is starting to fade. It makes him feel almost warm when you take the bottle from him. It's not a tether, it's something else. A warmth he hasn't felt before.

He'll decide what it means later. When he isn't watching your smile.

#1fae1 #fae!Price #oc: witch #john price x reader #john price x oc #captain john price #Ok I gotta get off the fae and back to the cowboys #captain price x reader #captain price x oc #I feel like I'm losing my cowboy credibility #also i have seen other people writing cowboys recently and that makes me happy #more cowboys for me to read about #I'm gonna clear a bunch of fae asks out of by inbox #and work on my beloved ranch hands #🪷 anon

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thecowboywitch · 2 years

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