#dollarsfandomevent

[probably-impossible]

Musical torture - aka what would have happened if Tuco had brought a guitar into the desert

Day 5 entry for @dollarstrilogyevent

#we all descend into shitposts eventually #dollarsfandomevent #the good the bad and the ugly #dollars trilogy #tuco ramirez #blondie #my art #memes

[kakmem]

(a very late) Dollars Trilogy Fandom Event entry

Day 7 - Parting + Poncho

i lost motivation and energy in the middle of drawing this one but yeah here is my very late entry :')

#2nd drawing is my reaction when that scene happened #dollarsfandomevent #for a few dollars more #the man with no name #manco #douglas mortimer #mantimer #dollars trilogy

[dollarstrilogyevent]

The Dollars Trilogy Fandom Event - 29th January to 4th February

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Here are the prompts for each day:

Day 1 - Meeting / names / bandits / sunrise (bonus: trio)

Day 2 - Rope / bonds / lies / partnership

Day 3 - Betrayal / evil / laughter / desert (bonus: trains)

Day 4 - Spirits / standoff / friendship / death

Day 5 - Music / humanity / torture / liminal (bonus: cigars)

Day 6 - Bounty / secrets / money / night

Day 7 - Parting / sunsets / justice / tomorrow (bonus: poncho)

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Feel free to choose one or more prompts for each day. Interpret them as you want, use your imagination, go wild!

This isn’t a competition or a race so any submissions and entries done after the event is over are still appreciated.

#the dollars trilogy #dollarsfandomevent #a fistful of dollars #for a few dollars more #the good the bad and the ugly

[cigarette-room]

Issue #12 of "Adventures of Tuco" will see everyone's favorite bandit form an alliance with an unlikely friend! The fierce fellow quite reminds him of someone...

For day 4 od @dollarstrilogyevent: friendship! Inspired by an idea of me and @etwlemon 🐥🐤🐥🐤🐥🐤

(they will kill)

#dollarsfandomevent #the good the bad and the ugly #tuco ramirez #the man with no name #or in this case the chick with no name (see what i did there?) #dollars trilogy #art tag

[khazadspoon]

Dollars fandom event day 1 entry - sunrise

I went conceptual because the idea of tmwnn as an eternal entity makes my brain happy

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Every morning is the same, in essence. After night has had its way, the sun begins to rise. Light breaks slowly at first. It crawls over the horizon, the fingers of the dawn reaching out over the landscape inch by inch, feeling each rock and tree, chasing shadows back to their dens. Beasts that scurry and chase hide away once more.

The sun, in all its glory, takes back the domain it has dominated since before time began.

A campfire flickers back to life as its creator pokes it, nurses it to health once again, adding fuel to wake it from slumber. Miles to the south and the east there are people who remember a name that doesn’t exist. To the north and the west it still hasn’t been uttered. It will be in the months and years to come, but not yet.

He doesn’t choose the names for himself. They are bestowed on him by the sunrise between desert and civilisation. They are gifted to him like leaves dropping to the surface of a pond. One syllable, two, a ripple that meanders out to touch and fade away, only remembered by those who have felt its effects.

He has lost track of the names given to him so far. Only the last three linger on in living memory. There is a certain fondness he has for those three and the experiences they brought.

Blondie and his cold hearted greed tinged with the desire for humanity, bonds tied and untied with equal certainty.

Joe, young and reckless, throwing himself in to fix what he did not break, hurting but unwilling to hurt.

Manco, the impulsive opportunist who felt the sting of being abandoned more keenly than the others, having learned what it means to connect too late.

Another name waits down the road. Another dawn, another sunrise, another man with no name to write on a tombstone.

He pokes the fire, whistles some old tune forgotten to all but himself. A relic from a bygone age. It floats away on the morning breeze, drifts with the tendrils of light as they spread.

A few miles away he knows there are towns that will ask him to help. He knows that behind him is a man searching for him across the desert and the plains. He leaves marks so he can be found, eventually. When a new name is given, it won’t be used by that man.

Every morning is the same, in essence. The sun is rising once more and the man who has no static name to call his own readies himself for the new day.

#dollarsfandomevent #the good the bad and the ugly #for a few dollars more #a fistful of dollars #tmwnn

[maureenkpliskin]

Dollars Trilogy Fandom Event - February 3rd February

Day 6 - bounty | secrets | money | night

#my art #dollarsfandomevent #dollars trilogy #the good the bad and the ugly #gbu #tuco ramirez #blondie #the man with no name #blonco #sort of

[etwlemon]

Dollars trilogy event-day 4-death

#throws the angst rock at my followers head before running away #the worst part of being unable to die is surviving everyone you’ve ever loved #since Tuco passed blondie has been missing him to death #the good the bad and the ugly #tuco ramirez #blondie #the dollars trilogy #the man whit no name #dollarsfandomevent #my art

[meme-streets]

dollars event warm up activity 1 side character: stevens's wife ---

She has never before seen the tall, dark stranger who stands like some gruesome shadow of death in the doorway of their home, but she recognizes him nevertheless.

Her mother had told her once that death has no mercy.  It comes fast and sudden and never leaves any time for getting ready.  

Things have been different since her husband came home from the war.  She hadn’t been foolish enough to think that they wouldn’t be.  She hadn’t been foolish enough to think there wasn’t a chance he wouldn’t come home at all, as much as she had dreaded the thought.  But it’s not just the wound in his leg, not just the nightmares either.  Something about him is hunted.  She had heard him talking low and fervent to another man, a soldier in grey with an eyepatch.  This man, whose name she did not know and did not try to learn, had come by the house several times and then abruptly never again.  She had asked once and her husband only shook his head.  “Trouble,” he had said, “but it’s over now,” and that was all. She had not believed, of course, that it was over.

The tall, dark stranger leans in their doorway like it belongs to him, and she remembers her mother’s words.  There is dinner on the table. She looks at her husband, and at the stranger, and she understands.  She takes her smallest son by his shoulders and guides him gently away.  Some things a man must face alone, so she has been told.

When the shots ring out, she still will not be ready.

#i hate this but whatever here it is #dollarsfandomevent #the good the bad and the ugly #dollars trilogy #harry's writing #fanfic

[violasmirabiles]

Dollars Trilogy Fandom Event Day 6: secrets, night

This little thing is a missing scene set after Tuco and Blondie find Angel Eyes' "see you soon, idiots" note. Figured they might as well stay in that town for the night, in that hotel maybe. Two partners in a hotel room together, whatever will they do...

This fic catches them right after they do what they do. Here it is on AO3. Enjoy!

#the good the bad and the ugly #dollarsfandomevent #blonco #dollars trilogy #ficit

[trifoliate-undergrowth]

Dollars fandom event day 3: evil

Blondie didn't waste much thought on morality, generally. But maybe he'd softened after the desert. Or maybe seeing Angel Eyes' bizarre theatricality in action would make anyone wonder what was wrong with him. Probably just that.

He had forced concerts. The man had organized an orchestra of prisoner musicians to play some pretty tunes over the sound of him, presumably, pulverizing all Tuco's bones--the music was working, so Blondie couldn't really tell what was going on. He knew it bothered him, for a variety of reasons, and he was having a strange time working out why.

Your friend, the fellow next to him had called Tuco, and Blondie had felt a twinge of.... Not embarrassment exactly, but it was the closest thing he could think of. Tuco wasn't his friend by any stretch of the imagination, but they had been acting as such, and the man's sympathy caught him off-balance. It was...? Well, it was a ludicrous waste of sympathy on his behalf. Not even that they weren't really friends, that Blondie never felt like that about anyone. He kept to himself. Always had. All he knew how to do.

And yet, it disturbed him in a variety of ways he was having trouble parsing. He didn't like not knowing what was waiting for him in there, he worried Tuco would tell his half of the secret, he worried Angel Eyes would kill him trying to get it and then they'd both be fucked, sure, those reasons were obvious.

And it just plain bothered him, apart from that. The scripted theatricality, the sense that this had happened before so often as to become familiar, the beaten-down resignation of the men. Blondie was hardly in a position to question murder what with his own kills, and he could respect a quick clean assassination, but torture, this much and this often?

He had a sudden flash of memory, Angel Eyes, bored, cleaning out his pipe while the man he'd removed another finger from screamed and screamed on the ground and promised to tell him anything he wanted to know if he'd promise not to kill him. Angel Eyes promised, of course. And then of course he'd shot him.

Blondie knew he'd treat this with the same patient boredom. He was probably smoking. He was going to kill Tuco, barely even paying attention, and fine, Blondie had almost done that once, but now it just seemed--evil.

#dollarsfandomevent #day 3 #the good the bad and the ugly

[beanifred]

Activity 1 for the @dollarstrilogyevent!! (Thank you, @khazadspoon for doing this!)

It’s not a character you see. But he’s there. Mentioned. So I made a prologue :)!

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Salvador Francisco Juan Maria Ramirez wished to curse that rooster into oblivion. The dream from which he has been so rudely pulled was a beautiful one. Good weather. Vitaly and joints with no pain. The ability to make it through the night without getting up a hundred times to make water.

Ubiquitous things, in an old man’s dreams! But this time, they were there, too. Both of his boys. The sun was setting and the shadows grew long over the freshly planted fields. Salvador saw them so clearly-standing by the well. Rather, Pablo was standing. Tuco…

“PABLO, you are going to drink it DRY! It’s my turn!,” his youngest made to grab for the cup, but Pablo lifted it above his head and out of arm’s reach. Or, so he thought. Tuco stepped behind him, tapped his opposite shoulder and while distracted, grabbed the cup from his bewildered sibling’s hand. He laughed; what his smaller son lacked in patience and height he made up for in obstinance and ingenuity. Tuco’s head turned at the sound of the laughter and smiled.

“Papa!”

He wanted to run to him. Salvador made to go, but just in that moment, the stupid screaming bird wrenched him back into reality. Back to aching joints and the urgent need to get to piss in the pot at the foot of the bed. His wife’s side of the bed was empty.

“Sofia?? Are you…”

His question trailed off, remembering. She rested always, in the churchyard, now. The dream had muddled his thoughts and sense of time and place.

Empty bed. Empty house. Or, mostly empty.

His sister Alicia would be coming up the hill soon. She made sure that he had breakfast and clean linen. Sometimes coffee. That would be so nice. Tuco loved coffee. Befuddling child; somehow the stronger it was brewed the more it calmed him down.

The dream…

“Papa!”

Tuco’s eyes smiled when he did, crinkling up, like when you face the sun without a hat. Dazzling. His smile made Pablo smile, too.

Pablo and Tuco. He sees them there again, at the well, again. It wasn’t a dream???

“Papa!”

“I’m coming, son!”

Salvador again makes to go, but this time the pain in his arms. Not the rooster. His boys disappear, and Alicia is there, suddenly, calling for help. For one of her son’s to go and fetch the priory of the Apache Canyon mission.

“Both of them! Alicia. While there’s still time.”

#the good the bad and the ugly #tuco ramirez #Pablo Ramirez #dollarsfandomevent

[probably-impossible]

Goth GF Mortimer kept making me think of "My Immortal," so, uh... have this.

Prompt was 'night.' Lol. Day 6 entry for @dollarstrilogyevent

#idk what i'm doing anymore #when will the government stop my sinful hand #dollarsfandomevent #for a few dollars more #goth gf douglas mortimer ajfkdkdk #my immortal #my art #memes

[kakmem]

Dollars Trilogy Fandom Event entry

Day 1 - Meetings + Trio

this took longer than i expected and i think i just broke my hand but here is my entry for day 1 whoopee!!!!!

#dollarsfandomevent #a fistful of dollars #for a few dollars more #the good the bad and the ugly #the man with no name #ramon rojo #douglas mortimer #tuco ramirez #angel eyes

[dollarstrilogyevent]

As day 7 draws to a close I want to say an absolutely behemoth thank you to everyone who has gotten involved!

Whether you took part in a warm up, shared some of the entries, or did a few yourself…. You’re all amazing and you’ve made this event an absolute joy to run. I love you.

This blog will remain open and if I’ve missed anything I’ll get it shared ASAP. Please keep filling the prompts if you haven’t already, we aren’t closing up shop just because it’s been a week!

I’d like to use this blog for something else down the line, maybe a more specific event, but that is to be confirmed at a later date.

But again - THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! There is so much talent and love here.

#dollarsfandomevent #the dollars trilogy #the good the bad and the ugly #for a few dollars more #a fistful of dollars

[cigarette-room]

[fic] To each their own

He wants him to bleed. He wants him to hurt, and for gasping breaths to burn his throat the same way they did Tuco's. He wants his hands drenched in the proof of his revenge.

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Day 3 of @dollarstrilogyevent: Betrayal.

[read on ao3]

#dollarsfandomevent #dollars trilogy #the good the bad and the ugly #tuco ramirez #the man with no name #blonco #please mind the tags! #fic tag

[khazadspoon]

Not Him - a Rawhide/GBU Crossover that no one asked for but i really wanted to write anyway.

On AO3 and is my entry for activity 3 in the dollars fandom event (because I need to take part in my own event or it’s not fair)

1677 words. Teen and Up rating.

Implied past Tuco/Blondie

#dollarsfandomevent #rawhide #the good the bad and the ugly #blonco