#yeehawgust prompt

[roamingtigress]

Yeehawgust - Day 25 - Heat Wave guys they're being cute again

[ctrl-alt-em]

We Ride at Dawn

It was just before dawn when Edie woke up. She sat up with a groan and rubbed her ribs. Her lungs still aches despite how brief her infection with tuberculosis was.

Edie glanced across the room. The other bed was unslept in. Garnet was still gone. She had only left yesterday with Silas and Nate. Edie rolled out of bed, put on her dress, and tied her hair in a quick bun.

In the kitchen, last night’s cooking fire was now embers. She rekindled the cooling fire in the hearth and put on the coffee kettle.

Once she had a fresh pot of tolerable enough coffee, she took her steaming tin mug and went to enjoy the sunrise. It would be a little while before their host woke up.

Out on the porch, Edie spotted a horse a short ways away across the field by the fence. Next to the horse was a man, no, a boy. It was Delacy and Humble Ned. Delacy was standing next to a saddled Humble Ned, hands on his hips as he studied the horse.

Edie leaned against the railing, clutching her coffee, and watched the boy. The sun had only started to rise.

Delacy placed one foot in the stirrup, his knee practically in his face. The boy struggled to heave himself up and into the saddle. Humble Ned didn’t seem to mind the sliding saddle and flailing teenager on his back.

By the third try, Delaney managed to get in the saddle and got his other foot in the second stirrup. Without his hat, he looked even younger than usual. Not to mention how small he looked on Humble Ned. Humble Ned was a stagecoach horse, a decent sized Belgian Draft. Delacy was shorter than the horse was at the withers.

She knew Delacy had been bluffing when he volunteered to drive the coach when they went after the museum train, but he’d been so confident with the horses for the whole job that it hadn’t occurred to her he might not have actually had much experience riding a horse properly, let alone driving a coach. Not that Delacy would ever admit such a thing. She knew he was self-conscious about his age and lack of experience compared to the rest of the group. Now he was teaching himself to ride a horse at the crack of dawn while three-fifths of the posse were gone and Edie would hopefully still be asleep.

Delacy looked over the reins in his hands and held them just like he did when he drove the coach. “Walk,” ordered Delacy. The horse stood still.

Delacy shuffled in the saddle. After a moment, Delacy tapped his heels into the horse's sides and repeated the order. Humble Ned started into a walk. Delacy quickly gripped the saddle for support.

Humble Ned walked along the fence at a confident stride despite the unbalanced kid on top. By the time Humble Ned reached the corner of the fence and decided to take a right turn, Delacy had found his seat and was sitting taller. Delacy slowly pulled the horse into a right turn, back the way they came.

Edie watched as Delacy rode the horse, practicing left and right turns, going in circles. His position caught more natural and he began to move along with the horse’s stride.

After a while, Delacy spurred Humble Ned into a trot and repeated the process. Grip the saddle to not fall off, get his balance, let go of the saddle, start steering and do laps around the pasture.

When Delacy urged the horse into a canter, he nearly fell off. He gripped the saddle for dear life as he struggled to stay seated.

“Woah! Woah! Slow! Slower!” Delacy pulled back on the reins hard. Humble Ned came to abrupt stop. Delacy was sent forward in the saddle and was now leaning against his neck.

Edie watched as Delacy and Humble Ned just stood for a few minutes as Delacy caught his breath. Delacy finally got back into a proper riding position and spurred the horse into a slow walk.

Delacy directed Humble Ned up towards the horse and ranch stable. As he got closer, his eyes locked on to Edie’s. He hadn’t seen her, she realized.

“Good morning, Delacy,” she called, walking over to them.

Delacy’s face was flushed. She wasn’t sure if was from fear of nearly falling off or embarrassment of her seeing him nearly fall off. “Good morning, Miss Edie.” He stopped Humble Ned and dismounted, sliding off the horse’s back on his stomach. He dropped the last foot down.

She smiled at him. “I saw you out riding Humble Ned.”

Delacy shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. His stance reminded her of Silas. “I’m just getting the fella some exercise is all. No good for him to stay in his stall all day.”

“I see.” She took a sip of her cold coffee, trying to hide the smile on her lips.

He shuffled his boot in the dirt. “I’m going to take him back to the stable,” he said, nodding the ranch stable down the path from the house. He pulled on the reins and started to lead his horse away.

“You know, Delacy,” she called after him.

Delacy paused and looked back at her.

“You’re a natural rider. Best one out of us honestly and I’m sure you’ll only get better with time,” Edie said earnestly to the boy.

Delacy’s blush intensified. He looked away but didn’t lower his head. “Thank you, Miss Edie.”

“You’re most welcome. Once you get Humble Ned situated, go clean yourself up and come inside. I’ll make us some breakfast before we go see what work Victoria has for us next.”

Delacy flashed her a grin and gave her a thumbs up. He walked a little straighter as he led Humble Ned away.

[yeehawgust]

Yeehawgust 2024: Greener Pastures

Saddle up, folks! We’ve got greener pastures on the horizon, because it’s time for Yeehawgust’s 6th year this August!

Yeehawgust features daily art prompts as well as alternative weekly prompts, for those of us who are a bit slower on the draw. Don’t draw at all? No problem! Submit any art at all, be it illustration, comics, writing, fanfiction, photography, embroidery, sculpture, music, or whatever other creative endeavors you might enjoy. All skill levels are welcome, and this can be a great opportunity to experiment with new styles and techniques. 

Maybe you love media like Red Dead Redemption and Fallout: New Vegas, or classic westerns like The Magnificent Seven. You might enjoy the genre, and you’re looking for a chance to make a cowboy AU and put your OCs in chaps and your blorbos in a Stetson. Heck, maybe you just really want to draw horses. Whatever your reason, you’re welcome to join in, pardner!

Tag your work with #Yeehawgust and follow along here on the Yeehawgust blog. If you include any external links or directly tag another Tumblr user in your post (which may impact search visibility), make sure to also tag this blog or contact the mod directly so your work will get reblogged! 

Check out the “Reblogging Policy and Q&A” linked on the blog for more info about Yeehawgust. The event is also Yeehawgust on Twitter, YeehawgustPrompts over on Instagram, and now yeehawgust.bsky.social over on Bluesky... but Tumblr is where we hang our hat at the end of the day. 

And remember, y’all: be rootin’, tootin’, shootin’, and most importantly, be kind.

[slippy-socks]

yeehawgust day 16: prairie fire

[g0nefischin]

Yeehawgust 2024

Day 1 - On the Road Again

The battle between Humans and Monsters

[doodlingleluke]

Yeehawgust - Undead Cowboy

Aimed for Ghost riders in the sky, got lost and ended up in Discworld’s Reaper Man

[snommie]

Stopping for a drink at the big puddle

[salmonight]

Yeehawgust 2024: Partners for Life

Prompts:

Music rec:

Partners in Crime by Dick Dynamite and the Doppelgangers

[feything-n-frothing]

11 : snake eyes, yeehawgust

[millionsknives]

yeehawgust pt ii: insurance girls edition!!

[daywalkers-fic]

a cowboy being secretly fond of you…

shares a book with you even though they can’t read

rides into town with you for an errand

bc they insist that they totally already have something to do there too!!

helps with your chores around camp (and sometimes beats you to it)

is extra protective during night outs at the saloon—leaning in to separate you from anyone too close or rowdy

gives you some of their stew rations because it’s your favourite today

lingers by the fire with you after everyone’s turned in

absentmindedly strums a sweet tune on their guitar while looking at you from afar

puts a small flower on your hat

packs an extra snack for you and your horse in your saddlebag before you head off

[roamingtigress]

Yeehawgust - Day 1 - Gather the posse

[vanamation]

“So Prosper and Vale moved west, alternating between saddle and bedroll, wind-grit and campfire heat galvanizing their skin.”

Whether you want to interpret this one as Yeehawgust day 16, Prairie Fire, or day 19, Barbie Horse Adventures, is up to you 🤠

[yeehawgust]

Yeehawgust 2023: Wide Open Spaces

Howdy, folks, I hope you’ll saddle up and join us for Yeehawgust’s 5th year this August!

Yeehawgust features daily art prompts as well as alternative weekly prompts, for those of us who are a bit slower on the draw. Don’t draw at all? No problem! Submit any art at all, be it illustration, comics, writing, fanfiction, photography, embroidery, sculpture, music, or whatever other creative endeavors you might enjoy. All skill levels are welcome, and this can be a great opportunity to experiment with new styles and techniques. 

Whether you love canonically western media like Red Dead Redemption and Fallout: New Vegas, or you’re looking for a chance to make a cowboy AU and put your blorbos in a Stetson and spurs, this is the month for you!

Tag your work with #Yeehawgust and follow along here on the Yeehawgust blog. If you include any external links or directly tag another Tumblr user in your post (which may impact search visibility), make sure to also tag this blog or contact the mod directly so your work will get reblogged! 

Check out the “Reblogging Policy and Q&A” linked on the blog for more info about Yeehawgust. The event is also Yeehawgust on Twitter and YeehawgustPrompts over on Instagram, but Tumblr is our first home. 

And remember, y’all: be rootin’, tootin’, shootin’, and most importantly, be kind.

[amberspacedf]

7th prompt of Yeehawgust, Tall Handsome Stranger

[g0nefischin]

Yeehawgust 2024

Day 23 - Rocky Mountain High

What's a star?