The Red Dead Rodeo is a fan run challenge, where we all come together to create whatever we want, based on a few prompts and our favorite game! It's a cool opportunity to hang out and work on content together, while seeing all the different directions people can take different prompts!
How it works
Participants will receive 5 prompts (1 modern aesthetic photo, 1 antique photo, 1 song, 1 quote, and 1 word), and should use one or more of these prompts to create something during the next hour.
You are more than welcome to create whatever you want: art, writing, music, dance – whatever you are inspired to do! Afterwards, participants can post their work if they want, but there is no requirement. If you want to keep working on it and post later, you are more than welcome. If you want to delete your work and never look at it ever again, that is also perfectly okay!
Example schedule
The Rodeo is currently designed to begin at the top of the hour, on the scheduled date/time, but this is subject to change based on who is hosting and participant feedback.
In general, the schedule will look something like this (hours will vary depending on your time zone):
XX:00 – 5 Prompts are published on the Tumblr for participants
XX:00-XX:15 – 15 minutes of brainstorming before the first round begins
XX:15-XX:15 – Participants are given 1 hour to create something based on the prompts
XX:15-XX:45 – Break time! Creating for an hour straight can be exhausting, take a break to use the restroom, grab a snack or drink, and join us for round two if you want!
XX:45 – 5 new prompts are given in the discord to participants
XX:45-XX:00 – 15 minutes of brainstorming before the first round begins
XX:00-XX:00 – Participants are given 1 hour to create something based on the prompts
How to participate
To join the rodeo, just be on Tumblr on the time and date announced in the latest post! No signups or anything necessary. Just keep an eye out for the posts on Tumblr.
Once the first round starts, posts will be made with the prompts, start and finish alerts, as well as occasional timekeeping posts.
Any more questions? Feel free to contact me via the ask function on the Red Dead Rodeo blog!
summary: Arthur, Dutch, and John take on a stage robbery to bring in some cash for the gang. Entry for the first round of Saturday's @red-dead-rodeo!
characters: Dutch Van Der Linde, Arthur Morgan, John Marston
warnings: two seconds of somewhat graphic violence & blood
a/n: An unpolished, lightly edited Rodeo piece from this weekend! It was my first Rodeo and it was so much fun, check out their page and follow to join in on the next one!
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The sun beat down hot on his back, a bead of sweat dripping down his neck. They’d been lying face down in the dirt for hours waiting for their mark, the black leather of his hat doing no favours in keeping him cool.
“You sure about this?” John asked for the thousandth time, squirming where he rest on the ground. He adjusted the too-big hat on his head, pushing the brim back so he could see.
“Of course I’m sure about this,” Dutch snapped back, losing his cool for a moment. Arthur couldn’t blame him, hell he’d lost his own after the second time John asked. “I’ve told you, son, the key to any good robbery is patience.”
John huffed at his answer, taking his hat from his head to fan himself dramatically. “Didn’t realize robbing was going to come with so much sitting around.”
Arthur reached around and cuffed him on the back of the head, smacking his skull with a satisfying thwap. John cried out in annoyance, dropping his hat and cradling his head. He glared back at Arthur, met with the man’s own ire filled stare.
“Would you shut the hell up,” Arthur spat. “We’re all hot and tired, John, give it a damn rest.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Arthur spotted their target: a lavish coach driving down the isolated roads near the Lower Montana.
He whistled quickly, drawing the other men’s attention to the oncoming mark. They hunkered down to their rifles, watching the coach through the sights of their scopes.
“Nice and easy,” Dutch said, the timbre of his voice steady and low. “Remember the plan. Arthur, you take out the driver first. John, get up and get ready to ride down and stop those horses once they’re spooked. Let’s keep this nice and clean, boys.”
Arthur nodded curtly, glancing briefly at John and gesturing towards his horse. “You keep that pistol handy, boy. Ain’t lookin’ to save your ass like last time.”
John frowned at the reminder, kicking up dirt as he rose to his feet. “You ever gonna let that go?” he rasped, his voice breaking on the uptick.
Arthur smirked, taking pleasure in the small moment of John’s embarrassment. “Sure, once you prove you can handle yourself.”
“That’s enough,” Dutch intervened. “Both of you, get ready. We ain’t got time for messin around, the stage is almost in the pass.”
Arthur focused himself, staring down the barrel at the oncoming coach. He took a few breaths to steady his aim, watching as the doomed riders entered the mouth of the rocky enclosure.
Once they were far enough in that they couldn’t turn back, Arthur set his sights on the stage’s driver and fired. Through the lens of the scope, he watched the man slump and fall off his seat. He slammed back the bolt, loading another bullet in the chamber and taking out the shotgun rider before the man realized his fate.
He listened as John spurred his horse forward, taking off down to the pass at breakneck speed. If there was one thing little John Marston could do, it was ride like the wind.
Returning his attention to the task at hand, Arthur took down the remaining guards, grimacing as he watched them search frantically for their attackers. Once they were done, no survivors left to flee, he set down his rifle and hoisted himself up.
“Nicely done,” Dutch remarked, an air of admiration to his tone that made Arthur’s pride swell. “Now let’s get after John.”
They mounted their horses and descended the overlook, searching for John at the other end of the pass. Arthur spotted him quickly, riding alongside the coach to catch up to the horses.
“Should we ride down and help him?” Arthur asked, pointing at the boy to get Dutch’s attention.
“Let’s not,” Dutch waved him off, a mischievous grin stretching his lips, “let’s see how long it takes him to get that thing stopped.”
Arthur chuckled, shaking his head at his mentor’s games. He’d been through enough of them to know the kid would be fine with Dutch and his peculiar lessons. Might even make an outlaw of him in the end.
They watched on as John caught up with the horses, making their way down to the pass at a near leisurely pace. Both men were surprised when they saw John pull his foot from the stirrups, perching himself on his saddle before launching at the stage, clinging desperately onto the side of the wagon.
“That damn fool!” Arthur cried, digging his heels into the belly of his horse and taking off after John. He rode hard, leaving Dutch in the dust as he bolted to John.
He lost sight of the kid as he rode down the pass, focusing on getting to the mouth as quickly as he could. Finally reaching flat ground, he skidded around the corner and into the pass, lifting his gaze to look for the stage.
His jaw almost dropped when he saw the coach stopped, John sat atop of the driver’s seat with a break barrel across his lap and a smug smirk across his face. Arthur pulled back the reins, bringing himself to a stop in front of the haltered horses.
“Told’ya I ain’t just some idiot,” John boasted, leaning back in his seat and resting his heels on the foothold.
“You got one job right,” Arthur grunted, “that don’t make you a genius, just makes you lucky.”
John rolled his eyes, his smirk twisting into a frown at Arthur’s words. “You can’t give me even one measly win,” he started, his brows furrowing as he geared up for an argument.
“Boys,” Dutch interrupted, riding up behind Arthur. “I told you, that’s enough. Now get to the lock box before someone else comes along.”
John hopped down from the seat, racing to the side of the coach to beat Arthur to the lockbox. He stooped down to reach underneath, looking for a secured metal chest filled with their take.
Before he could search any further, the door of the coach flew open wide, one final guard making his untimely move. Arthur pulled his rifle up quickly, shooting clean through the man’s arm raised to aim a pistol at John.
Blood sprayed across the ground and the man dropped from the stage, clutching his forearm and screaming in pain. John scrambled back urgently, chest heaving as adrenaline raced through his body.
Dutch swung down from the saddle, drawing his revolver and storming towards the man.
He kicked the guard onto his back, crushing his throat with the toe of his boots. Dutch stared down the barrel aimed at the man’s head, instant hatred twisting his expression into something menacing and vile.
Arthur dropped from his mount and rushed to John, confident that Dutch had this handled. He couldn’t help but draw his own sidearm, keeping an eye trained on Dutch as he fell to his knees next to John.
“Burn in hell,” the guard croaked, barely audible past the force of Dutch’s boot. “You’re monsters, all of ‘ya.”
“We may be monsters in your pitiful, small mind,” Dutch hissed, “but I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”
The flash of a gunshot ripped through the air, John squeezing his eyes shut at the sound. Arthur shifted in front of him, crowding his vision and shielding him from the sight of the man’s brains smeared in the dirt.
Dutch lowered his gun and looked back at Arthur, blood splattered across his vest and shirt sleeve. The barrel glinted in the sunlight as he slipped it back into the holster, using his other hand to slick the pomade coated strands of hair back into place.
Dutch turned on his heel, closing the gap between him and John. He extended a hand to pull John to his feet, still clearly in shock as he reached out to Dutch. Over John’s shoulder, Dutch motioned to Arthur, wordlessly commanding him to clear out the loot of the stage.
Once their take was strapped over the back of Arthur’s horse, they mounted their steeds and rode back to camp, excited to share their success with the others. And if John lingered at the fringes of the night’s celebrations, shaken up by the near-miss against his life, Arthur would be sure to offer him comfort in the darkness of their tent.
A little bit of writing inspired by the first @red-dead-rodeo prompts.
It’d been 6 years and still the shine from the morning sun on the iced over lake took her right back to that day.
Fifteen and travelling down towards greener pastures with her parents in hopes of a new life. Land busy with new opertunities and people and work.
“It’s gonna be a fresh start for us, alright?” Her Pa’s voice just a memory now. They’d packed everything that would be of importance and set out on their journey that day. Excited and fearful at what would await them at their destination.
“The weather don’t look too promising Ma..” She recalled saying. “Don’t you worry it’s gonna pass right around us. We’ll be down from here in no time at all.”
Her eyes filled at this. She reached out and touched a finger tip to the lake where it happened. Where she’d scrambled so hard to get them out. The sound of the horses trapped in their reigns going under.
She blinked that memory away hard, focusing on her mother’s voice. “Happy birthday my sweet.” A satchel of her own, neatly crafted, sturdy and fine looking. A gift she would come to treasure and make use of for many years.
She removed her hand away from the lake and stood, the snow beneath her feet crunching from the friction, the sound of it itching to unearth another memory.
Clutching at the strap of her satchel she held tight to the gentle reminder the gift held. This’d been the first time she’d been back here since that day. She thought it some kind of cruel joke, as just 5 more minutes of riding they would have been clear off the mountain and onto that greener land her father was so eager to challenge.
So many years ago now, and things for her had changed. It’d had been a challenge and still was in many ways to make sense of that day. By the time she made it out of the snow and onto the green she new their was no giving up. She’d keep going and make a life for herself with a determination strong enough to withstand any weathers.
"Red River Valley" - period (c. 1896) - https://youtu.be/7OYl1QTEPI4
Prompt 4
"I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit." (Oscar Wilde)
Prompt 5
Vociferous (adj) - vociferous, clamorous, blatant, strident, boisterous, obstreperous mean so loud or insistent as to compel attention. vociferous implies a vehement shouting or calling out. vociferous cries of protest and outrage clamorous may imply insistency as well as vociferousness in demanding or protesting.
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(Image by Jorge Maia: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/the-last-road-jorge-maia.htmlhttps://www.gosto-disto.com/2014/06/instrucoes-para-ser-feliz-2.html)
Prompt 2
Source: Smithsonian
Prompt 3
https://youtu.be/Gxd23UVID7k
Leonard Cohen - Everybody Knows
Prompt 4
"I wonder, will your smile show that love is making its way back home?" (Josh Ritter)
Prompt 5
Recalcitrant (Adj) - having an obstinately uncooperative attitude towards authority or discipline. and beginning to display signs of future potential.
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