#rawhidefanweek

[thatsprettylane]

I made some memes for @rawhidefandomweek !

Rowdy Yates + Whump

[thedogslegart]

Day 2: incident | gun belt | cattle | panic

[rawhidefandomweek]

Event rundown: 16th March to 22nd March

The event will officially start on the 16th of March! The last day with prompts will be the 22nd of March, but late entries are always welcome.

Is it the first? Will it be the last? Will more than six people take part? Only the great Trail Boss In The Sky knows.

Day 1: heading up and moving out / introductions / youth / opening

Bonus: favourite character

Day 2: incident / gun belt / cattle / panic

Bonus: favourite season

Day 3: strangers / fish / culture / fighting

Bonus: favourite episode

Day 4: Free choice / droversona/ self-insert

Bonus: favourite moment

Day 5: marriage / history / army / injury

Bonus: favourite ship or platonic relationship

Day 6 : plains / Texas / remuda / anthrax

Bonus: why you would recommend it

Day 7: end of the drive / saloons / Sedalia / unknowns

Bonus: make a meme

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Choose one or more prompts from each day and see what happens! All fanworks are accepted, any size or detail, any ship or character, as long as it’s Rawhide related we will take it.

Tag your entries with #rawhidefanweek or mention us in the post so we can share it with the world.

Let’s have some fun.

[stairswarning]

Visit Original Link

Late submission for day 1 of rawhide fan week!!

the prompt: opening

Head 'em up, move 'em out!

[d3adite]

Day 2: incident / gun belt / cattle / panic

Bonus: favourite season

incident of the wild deuces edit ... to deuces wild by frankie laine ... no way

[khazadspoon]

Late entry for @rawhidefandomweek day 2, using incident as the prompt

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“Well…”

Rowdy winces at the word. Not only because it indicates he is about to be in a world of trouble, but also because it feels like his head could split apart at any moment. He lowers his chin a little and tries to curl in on himself and ignore the headache currently trying to hammer his mind into mush.

“Looks like you two had a good evening.”

Beside him, Quince rubs awkwardly at his chin. He’s braver than Rowdy when it comes to fessing up to their boss.

“It weren’t our fault, Mister Favor,” Quince starts with a raspy, dry voice. “Y’see, some folks said we wasn’t allowed to stay in town since were not from here and- well, me’n’Rowdy didn’t take kindly to that. So we sort of got into a bit of a fight and-”

“And wound up in jail?” Mister Favor says with a voice like distant thunder. “And it just so happens the sheriff’s son is lying in bed with a broken ankle when he should be getting married?”

Rowdy winces again, guilt rising in his throat. He feels Quince slump down and almost joins him. They must look about as pathetic as they feel, he thinks. “We’re sorry, boss,” he offers. Depending on the severity of the incident, sometimes just admitting you’ve done wrong can make all the difference to a man like Gil Favor.

This time, though…

“You two are gonna sit here and think about what happened last night. God willing you’ll actually learn something about getting in fights for no damn reason!” The words come out loud and clear, they ring through the air like a bell being struck by a hammer and Rowdy feels his face scrunch up in pain. Quince stiffens and makes a small noise beside him.

“Yessir,” they say in unison.

Mister Favor sighs and leans on the bars, his arms crossed over his chest and his hat tipped back. “I know you didn’t mean to cause a ruckus,” he starts, “I know you was just hoping to let off a little steam, but… we can’t keep doing this. I’ll talk to the sheriff and see about getting this all straightened out. Please, just stay here and let me handle it from here, alright?”

“Yessir,” they repeat again. Rowdy sees Mister Favor nod and push himself up to leave the cells.

“Think we’ll end up on drag for a week after this?” Quince asks him with a pained moan.

Rowdy shakes his head, closes his eyes and tries to push through the hangover with sheer stubbornness. “Nah. More like we’ll be on drag for a month.”

“Kill me now, Rowdy.”

“Oh I ain’t suffering on my own! It was you who threw that bottle-”

[thatsprettylane]

Rowdy Yates + Assorted Text Posts (Part 2)

[thatsprettylane]

Rowdy Yates + Assorted Text Posts