#I'm now a sheriff

[arthursfuckinghat]

The Heartlands - New Hanover

#out of all those stars up there in the sky #my beloved horse Skraw is the one who shines the brightest #<3 #officially 30% way through rdr2!!! #I'm now a sheriff #sheriff morgan at your service #I couldn't stop smiling its so funny #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #liveblogging #mick squeaks #no spoilers please #skraw my horse

[alecz-obssesionz]

My bff @pinktrapped made a western au with the bugs called ~HALLOWEST~ and I JUST COULDN'T RESIST DEAR LORD

Idrew her designs and added Radiance

#In lore PV was a sheriff prepared to protect the town until Radiance arrived yada yada #After that they were vanished from the town now under her rule and ended up almost dead on the middle of the dessert #until Grimm found them #he was a bandit #PV at some point gets mad at Grimm for stealing and end up parting ways #which leads to a ruby rider type of scenario where they work stuff out #HALLOWEST AU #Hollow knight western au #I'm rambling ooop #hk #hollow knight #grimm #grollow #pure vessel #troupe master grimm #pure vessel x grimm #pvxgrimm #thk #thkxgrimm #the hollow knight x grimm #Alecz'MakingZ #the radiance #radiance hk

[georgieluz]

sheriff luz | modern au | 'dearly departed'

george luz lives a quiet life as a local sheriff, but everyone knows that hiding from your past in a small town never ends well

you and i both know that the house is haunted, and you and i both know that the ghost is me

cowboy collab: #easy ranch #easy company cowboys

#cowboy collab #easy company cowboys #george luz #band of brothers #bobcollab #easy ranch #this is honestly a bit of a mess sorry #i just thought i'd put someone on the other side of the law for the collab and rick gomez delivered me a fucked up sheriff #pretty much on a platter actually so yeah #i ended up making this on a whim instead of the other george moodboard i had originally planned #and now i'm actually writing this au apparently #i've got the bones of a luztoyelip fic revolved around this already formed in my brain so i guess i'm writing that now #if i got the collab tags wrong lemme know i am tagging this purely from memory and i could very well be wrong #julian made a thing #julian writes #i guess this is a wip now

[crunchycrowe]

Sheriff Hayseed Posting~

#Hello I'm the character designer #Now I'm putting the boys here #Piemations #Yeehaw #Sheriff Hayseed #Todd Hayseed #CrunchysArt

[mirrorthoughts]

WIP W...uesday

Welcome to WIP Wuesday, the Tuesday before WIP Wednesday, because I wrote something I want to share because I like the scene and I'm just not able to wait until tomorrow 😂😂😂😂😂

“Everything alright?” Stiles froze and looked over to his dad who watched him with a raised eyebrow. For a moment Stiles just concentrated on bouncing his leg, letting the bouncing get more rapid, then he stopped with a last stomp and nodded abruptly. “You done, dad?” He pressed his lips together when his dad just sighed and pushed his plate to the side to reach for the folder. “Alright, so what is this?” “Everything I have on the Hale fire, the Hales and the fact that they were werewolves, and the people who burned them down because of it.” Stiles held his breath as his dad nodded at first, that resigned expression on his face that Stiles knew a lot better than he cared for, just to suddenly snap into a frown and, what Stiles liked to call it, the Sheriff’s stare. “Stiles, I don’t have time for jokes like that!” “I know! I know, dad, okay?! But this is not a joke, this is exactly-“ “You want me to believe there are werewolves?? C’mon, Stiles!” Stiles didn’t know when he’d jumped to his feet - probably at the same moment the feeling of utter frustration and rejection had swamped him - but right now he didn’t care. Instead he reached for the open folder - “Let me just show you-“ “Stiles, stop lying to me!” “I’m not!” - shoved a few of the documents and pictures out of the way, to reach for that fucking photo he’d pulled from Lydia’s video from the video store. “Look at it, dad! That is not a mountain lion, is it?? An-and, and I have other evidence! We can call Scott to come over and show you and- please, dad! You have to believe me.”

I'm actually very proud of that scene right now - also because I hurt myself with it 😂😂😂 haa... rejection sensitivity is a bitch 😂😂😂

#seikaze #sei's writing #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #sheriff stilinski #Wip Wuesday #Wip Wednesday #I just can't not post this right now 😂 #but I'm gonna reblog it tomorrow! :D

[mikodrawnnarratives]

part 1 || part 3

Hunger games for the dca y/n's

Who gave runaway bride y/n a hatchet? @paper-lilypie prob you

@sycopomp @madame-mongoose Ooie of all y/n's defeated Sheriff y/n? The wet cat has become the wet lio-? jlkfdlkja

:,( @starrspice

#k i'm only gonna tag the relevant players now #if I do everyone than that'll be too much #hunger games simulator #fnaf y/n #the daycare attendant fandom #post apocalypse au #rusted bells & faded ribbons #vigilante y/n #muse au #rip #chlorenw #ghost y/n #default au #<- feralmoonlight #post fire au #cryptid hunter!y/n #runaway bride au #sheriff y/n #you doing all right bud? #Ooie on the other hand! #Ooie #our orbit is elliptical

[kazoosandfannypacks]

"I like your shoelaces"

"Thanks, I stole them from the sheriff"

^this tumblr user is also a oncer

#once upon a time #this joke HAS to have been made before but I'm making it again #emma swan #graham humbert #sheriff graham #ouat #once upon a time season 1 #darn now i wanna get tumblr shoelaces and tie them around my wrist

[slashingdisneypasta]

Jafar, Cruella De Vil, Greasy Weasel, Doc Hudson, Otis B Driftwood, Scott, Mr Snake, Sheriff, and Jim Bickerman.

No tags- you do it too if you want to ^^

#Jafar #Disney Jafar #Cruella De Vil #(Specifically this version of Cruella) #Greasy Weasel #Doc Hudson #The Fabulous Hudson Hornet #Otis B Driftwood #TD Scott #Mr Snake #Cars Sheriff #Sheriff Cars #Jim Bickerman #these were hard to choose!!! but i'm happy with who's there now ^^

[the-masked-artist05]

No caption, just food for the simps. Also background image under the cut if you want to see it, for some totally not obvious reason

#art #my art #digital art #eddsworld #eddsworld fanart #ew sheriff thompson #this is the closest thing I'm gonna do to draw people actually kissing #for now anyway #probably gonna rb this in the morning or afternoon

[dylanconrique]

linden ashby’s a grandpa in purple hearts?????

#*and this is icarly! #purple hearts #i had no interest in this movie ngl but now i'm crying #my heart melted at that little boy calling him grandpa #i'm an hour into it and i'm still crying over it #seeing linden in that split second scene running out of the garage #and the little boy calling out to him 'bye grandpa i love you.' #bitch i am a mess 😭😭😭😭😭 #i'm spiraling into my stydia feels now #just imagine papa stilinski w/ his granddaughter #how he would gush and spoil over that little girl #and give her pm anything she wants at the drop of a hat #i'm killing myself #teen wolf #sheriff stilinski #noah stilinski #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #stydia

[mccleans]

there was a moment during today's arsenal game when i wanted to be like, team, wake up! you're all looking sleepy and lazy and slow! but then randomly remembered your post being like, look, they get enough hate and i don't want to be that to them, and it just made me realize that, yeah, me too. anyway, your kindness is so powerful and i hope you know what a source of light you are in the world 💖

me reading this right now at 4am

#this made me CRY #sometimes i worry i'm coming across condescending or whatever bc i know everyone deals with stuff differently #and approaches situations differently and whatever works for them works for them #but i personally hate that attitude of just dropping them and being mean as soon as they aren't doing the absolute best #it just reminds me of aftv and football twt and i think it should stay there #and it makes me sad to see BUT like i said everyone handles stuff in their own way which is OBVIOUSLY fine i'm not the sheriff of gooners #but idk the thought that the gentle parenting unconditional positive regard love them despite it all attitude is spreading.... #it's enough to make me cry! #i just think it's so much more fun for everyone to approach it like that yk #and obviously i get pissed off w them too but this is just so lovely to see #is any of this making sense ? it is 4:45 in the morning #anyways NONE of this is directed at anyone i'm just trying to pour my brain out in these tags and there's some lumps in it #(just took a closing my eyes break from typing these btw) #but YA i'm so flattered and honoured and emotional and in love with u #feel what you gotta feel always my love but positive choices are always lovely to see!!!!!!!! #now. i shall sleep 🫶 #asks

[ftosman]

“someone of good taste” is such an interesting way to describe jimmy pathetic little guy solidaritygaming (affectionate)

#jimmy solidarity #dreamlight valley #empires smp #also yes i immediately bought this #and will be larping as the sheriff in my valley now #don't @ me though i'm not a jimmy kinnie #i just support kinning him as part of my scott smajor lifestyle #mcyt #dreamlight valley spoilers #just for game progress outfits but i'm trying to be careful

[theragamuffininitiative]

Yeehawgust Day One

Prompt: Gather the Posse

[Being a newly-written excerpt from my beloved western wip, although I may have changed the names "to protect the innocent" aka further opportunities down the trail. Also I have forgotten how to format these types of posts, my apologies.]

A Man Called Garrison

"The Search"

The boy was gone and not a trace of him was left in the whole town. Durham removed his hat to scratch his hair while what really rankled him was the deeper discomfort that he was missing something, and something important.

“Sheriff!” called the clear, faintly accented voice of the visiting doctor. “There you are. Any sign of Jack?” Dr. White trotted over to Durham with his strange ambling gait that looked so like a foal just learning to run, and at which Durham didn’t mind poking some fun.

“No sign,” Durham said. “Too dark now to do much about it before morning. He had quite the argument with your old friend. It may be that Jack ran off mad at Garrison and will simply turn himself back to town as soon as his stomach starts asking.” Even as he said it, Durham did not believe this tale and was distracted from pondering it by that other feeling he couldn’t shake.

“Well, I’m afraid I don’t know anything of it,” Dr. White said. “Garrison found you then?”

“Garrison…” Durham said, drawing the name out like a rail line connecting thought to thought and at last began to see what had worn at him since the search began.

White nodded and continued, heedless of the way Durham was looking more through him than at him. “Thought he had to be going to see you to put some plan together to find the boy when I passed him. I didn’t imagine there had been any trouble between them, though.”

The sheriff grabbed White by the shoulders, pinning him in place and staring at him hard. “Where is Garrison?”

Looking more confused, White shook his head. “I don’t know. I left him at the jailhouse, where I can only presume he was going to speak with you.” A cold certainty, worse than the initial dread, fell over Durham. Garrison could not have left Durham but a moment before he had evidently headed to the jail. The gunman sought something other than the jailer.

Durham loosed the doctor and bellowed down the street, “O’Brien! Moss!” The ranchers, who had just left him moments before, reappeared. “Come!” He didn’t wait for them to ask him questions, but began to run himself to the jailhouse, to where White had last seen Garrison, White trailing behind the other three.

At the little jail, Durham found the single cell door sprung open, its key still in the lock. The battered hat of Zane the outlaw was lying on the floor. Though he had hoped perhaps he would not be too late to find Garrison there, the scene was exactly how the sheriff knew he would find it and wrath surged in his tired bones, reddening his face and tightening his jaw. Durham gave a wordless yell and slammed the cell door shut with a loud clang.

“Garrison broke Zane out?” O’Brien asked.

“I don’t understand,” White said uncertainly, his own expression pale like his name.

“O’Brien, go find you as many men as are able and willing with a rifle. Any man that hesitates, you let him be. Bring all you can find to meet us at the stable as soon as can be.” The minute O’Brien was off, Durham sent the doctor to tell Lois and Ann what had happened, and what must be done, though the physician couldn’t yet grasp it the way Durham did, the way a lawman sees the deeds of desperate men.

"Garrison’s horse is still here," Moss said when they entered the stable to ready horses for riders. "Don’t make sense. He must have known you'd take after him and he can't get far on foot."

But to the sheriff, the whole circumstance was now clear. “He’ll get farther in the tall grass unseen on foot, and without raising a raucous or questions by the taking of his horse. Even on foot, Zane won't need track or sign. He can lead Garrison in a straight line to the back to the outlaw den. But for us, following their track in this dark will make it the harder go, even with horses.” Durham bridled his own horse with quick, rough actions. The horse, being unaccustomed to this treatment from him, balked and shook its head so that the sheriff forced his touch to be lighter and more patient despite the devil-wind swirling anger in his head. “Darn clever of him,” he said to Moss. “Needs my hand with him to get that renegade band and when first he doesn’t get it for asking nicely, he knows he may yet have it whether I wish him to or not." He swore, and went for his saddle next.

When it came to quickly seeing the shape of how things were, Durham was as even a match for Garrison as any man and he could see how events would turn if he did not act. To lose an outlaw from under his arrest, from his own jail, just as the circuit judge was due to pass through on his own request, and to not immediately set out to secure the wanted man, was to court the death of his career and his town. For even if the judge saw the sense of his holding back with caution, no other man who heard tell of it after would, and a score of villains would set their eyes on Hartville as a place where the law was too lazy or cowardly to make a stand. More than that, once Zane reached his outlaw band – for Durham had no doubt that is where Zane had gone, with Garrison dogging or prodding him all the way – they were sure to turn on the town in force before the judge ever had the chance to arrive. He had to go after Zane now and bring him back, and he had to face whatever fate waited in the brush beyond their safe plain, regardless of the danger, following Garrison’s wishes to fight the outlaws as surely as though Garrison drew the sheriff after him with a rope. He wondered if Garrison saw all this, if he knew quite the corner into which he had pressed Durham so neatly, and he cursed the day the outlaw hunter rode into town.

To Moss, he said, “Jack going missing was aimed to distract us while Garrison went at once to free Zane. Doubtless, Jack has joined with him again already and the two have convinced or coerced the outlaw to show them his den. If I let Zane go, and them with him, I’ll see the whole town lost within the year.” He finished with his own horse and began to help Moss with the others. “I'm bound to go after him. Garrison knows he can't beat the outlaws on his own, if they really are camped in that valley. But he can get me to come after him and do now what I refused to do when he asked."

Hating every part of this plot against him, and seeing how surely and smartly the trap had been sprung, he still couldn’t quite tamp down a feeling of admiration for Garrison’s scheme, and even a thrill in himself now that the chase was on and knowing it would end in battle. Sheriff Durham Smith was a peaceable man, and quiet in his nature, but it was a quiet born out of many days on a fast horse, with a ready pistol, and an eye excited by danger – days that were not quite yet behind him. In any case, there was no help for it and the sooner they all set out, the likelier their chances of success.

O’Brien soon appeared with a score of men, all bearing arms, and then, with few rapid instructions from Quinten, they all rose into the saddles he and Moss had readied for them. They were good men who did not need the details of the scheme laid out to them as Durham now saw it clearly, for they would follow him where he asked because they knew he would ask nothing of them in vain. He was mighty proud of them for it.

The sheriff of Hartville raised a hand in the air. “Ride out!”

They found Zane and Garrison’s trail in the dark with some difficulty, and then there was the matter of making sure to not lose it in the grass. Still, they moved swiftly on horseback and any time the trail became doubtful, a quick moment’s search picked it up at once and they were off again. If Garrison had set out immediately, he had a good hour’s head start, but they would soon close the gap.

And so a game of quarry set on quarry, of predator and prey and predator again, unfolded under a moonless sky, and Durham’s posse gave chase through the long grey grass of the sweeping plains – hunters of an outlaw hunter, riding straight into the very nest of a deadly enemy.

#my western novel that still doesn't have a proper name #my writing #yeehawgust #yeehawgust 2023 #i spent too long agreeing on alternate names for the characters tbh #i have been reading riders of the purple sage and the result is my cowboys have flowery prose and dialogue i'm not sorry #also i love this sheriff with my whole heart and i'm sorry my cowboy is so mean to him #but the sheriff also doesn't know the whole story ok #garrison has Reasons #ok anyways it's so late i need to go to bed now #happy august

[capriciouswriter207]

Tumble Town was safe, tranquil, calm. The Sheriff returned the friendly nods and greetings as he and deputy Norman patrolled the streets. From the top of the Bowl, it looked safe and secure. Other than taking measures against explosives being set off by disrespectful youth or travelers, The Sheriff and the mayor wildly disagreed.

Tumble Town was safe, tranquil, calm. The Sheriff returned the friendly nods and greetings as he and deputy Norman patrolled the streets. From the top of the Bowl, it looked safe and secure. Other than taking measures against explosives being set off by disrespectful youth or travelers, The Sheriff and the mayor wildly disagreed.

The Bowl protected them, sure, but it shouldn't be a last line of defense. Many threats roamed the land - more than the not-well-traveled mayor could imagine. Danger could come from anywhere; the darkness of night was dangerous, for a horde of mobs trudged around. Deep underground wandered a beast made of nightmares, which The Sheriff had needed to see only once to know how bad it was. Even looking at the other empires and settlements, threats were everywhere. While the friendly historian around the corner was no real threat, the others could be.

While the friendly historian around the corner was no real threat, the rulers from the kingdoms further away definitely could be. A so-called god could fly in from the sky and a small army of goblins could easily overrun them. The Bowl was protected, sure, but what if the enemy decided to install a perimeter around the top edge? They’d tactically have the high ground and advantage and wouldn’t be met with a lot of resistance. Tumble Town had a lot of explosives, but not a lot of people willing to use them against other human beings.

The Sheriff and his Deputy were the only ones standing between peace and lawlessness in Tumble Town and, so it seems, by extension, the world. Without the Sheriff, Tumble Town wouldn’t be as peaceful as it was. Only troublemakers from other empires disturbed this peace and they were swiftly taken care of. Around these parts, people only needed to see the badge and the hat and they backed off. That hat, more so than the badge, was a symbol of his power. He was The Sheriff and it was his job to make sure people respect him and The Law and abide by it.

Sometimes, late at night, moments before he went to sleep, he wondered if he should be as harsh. Almost everyone had good intentions here. Nobody really dissed the hat or disrespected him or the Law. Joel was this close to incarceration, but the man had it coming, continuing to aggravate The Sheriff after multiple warnings to stand down. But that was ‘just Joel disrespecting Jimmy’ - how much of that was just a god deciding who to torment next? And he’d drift off to sleep and his mind was flooded with things that were never said to him by people he's never met, nonsensical things and shouts. Laughter. None of those people showed respect. None of those took him seriously. They just taunted him, pitied him, would leave the canary caged in the coal mine and only be mildly surprised when he stopped singing and didn't return to the land of the living - not even attempting to bring him back.

The Sheriff fitted the hat on his head the next morning. There, that's better. You're The Sheriff, he reminded his mirror image. You’re the Law. Your word is the Law. People should respect you or face the consequences of their stupidity.

Yeah. The Sheriff nodded to himself, clenching a fist. They’d better respect him.

They’d better.

Or else he’d teach them to respect him.

#empires smp #empires smp s2 #jimmy solidarity #The Sheriff #bit of writing #i'm caught up now #being sick sucks but this came out of it #and i'm feeling better now #maybe i'll expand on this and put it on ao3 #or i'll put it as is on ao3 later #depends on energy levels #capricious writings

[dreamersscape]

Robin: We are not just six outlaws in the forest.

Lucy: You are five.

Me: :'(

#it's like it doesn't even matter he's not there #gisborne just told robin the sheriff only cares about robin being dead now; if I were in the gang I wouldn't leave without #every member of our band when the sheriff is out for blood! I'm just saying! #emily watches cast commentaries #my gang to me 2023 #*wouldn't leave Nottingham

[stellarcat52]

Notebook of an Ancient Revival

I wrote this before I wrote the other part of this (The Past, the Present, and Those who will Change them) Thankfully, I don’t think order matters much yet. I have no idea what style of writing this is in, but I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it.

Tell me if anything needs to be tagged.

@thecatmotif I think you mentioned wanting to be tagged? If not, deepest apologies.

<Id: A notebook describing the rediscovery of an ancient species known as the sculkbeast.>

I have recently examined a specimen of an ancient species known as the sculkbeast. I have seen very few mentions of these creatures, but it is clear that these sculkbeasts must have been important to the ancients. I suspect only few remain since the ancients must have brought these loyal creatures across the rift with them. Previous and alternate theories pointed towards the species being extinct.

My friend, The Sheriff, discovered a sculkbeasts in the sculk caverns beneath the mesa. The sculkbeast, a young female we believe, immediately became fiercely loyal to him and is surprisingly friendly to other non-aggressive creatures. The Sheriff has told me of her hunting habits, and that while her body seems to be that of a carnivore, she only hunts the undead.The Author had added a note to the margin. The Sheriff named her Queenie

Next page. It has a quickly done charcoal sketch of a sculkbeast.

Queenie is a tall creature, measured at four feet at her back when all four paws are on the ground. I don’t know if she will grow any more. Her fur, which only covers her head, neck, front legs, and back, is thick but short. Her fur is a similar color to the sculk fungus itself, her skin is a pale tan color not unlike that of sculk infested stone. Queenie would not let me touch her, but I suspect her skin is thick.

Queenie has large, yellow eyes, with very adaptable pupils. Her ears are also very large, which I suspect may be connected to the repeated connection between the deep dark ruin mechanics and sound. Perhaps the ancient builders took inspiration from the sculkbeasts? In the margin, see page five

The next two pages, 3 and 4, had letters from The Sheriff speaking of Queenie’s behavior. Again, mentions of her friendliness, size, and undead hunting abilities can be found. Her speed is also mentioned and marked as important with The Author’s handwriting. She raced after Sausage as he flew away from a trade deal earlier, she leapt and almost caught him. Do you know if they had any flying prey or predators? She doesn’t hunt anything else, and she was friendly until he put on his elytra. on the side of the page, The Author had added do sculkbeasts hunt phantoms? Ask Jimmy to investigate.

Page five held a large amount of scribbled out writing before cohesive notes were found.

The ancient humans did not bring the sculkbeasts with them, I am certain. The reason sculkbeasts are so rare is because they have been hunted by those in the underground. I should have realized when examining Queenie. She has cleanly cut stubs where her horns had been but I hoped perhaps that something had happened to her. No.

A mangrove witch I am acquainted with discovered and delivered to me a note. The elder witches have known sculkbeasts were wandering in the deepest caves for generations and protected that secret in the name of magic. Something about Sculk Horns holds immense magical power. The note was incomplete, and said nothing about what the horns could do, but I fear for the rest of Queenie’s species if they truly are so powerful. Not all witches have the ancient species’ protection in mind. I declare today my first day of seeking more sculkbeats, I wish to protect them.

Many of the next pages hold more letters from The Sheriff, or notes from The Mangrove Witch. The Author has a few notes, but nothing worth taking further note of. Many other pages have notes from The Author and his search for the sculkbeasts, notes as to what may be their habitat and small maps with indicators for whether or not sculkbeasts might live there.

Three maps had indicators that Sculkbeasts did live there, a lava lake cavern, an ice cavern, and a dripstone cavern. Most notes attached simply said how the sculkbeasts had evolved to suit the different climates, and all had the exact same note as each other. When in groups, they’re very territorial. Witches must have raised their own sculkbeasts in order for Queenie to be this friendly. Tell Jimmy, Tell Shubble, they should know.

The notebook ends with a final, vaguely colored sketch of “Queenie” being hugged by a man in a sheriff’s hat. A note in the Sheriff’s handwriting adds, We’ll protect you, Queenie

#The Past and the Present and Those who will Change Them #empires season 2 #empires smp #empires pixlriffs #the author #empires jimmy #the sheriff #empires shubble #the mangrove witch #the ancient revival arc begins #I've created a number of minecraft mobs in my head #and now I'm adding them to a funky empires season 2 thing #LISTEN I WANTED TO GIVE THE SHERIFF A FUNKY ANIMAL FRIEND AND THIS HAPPENED BEFORE HE GOT DEPUTY NORMAN #I did write something with a reason for the name queenie but honestly i just like it #my writing