#collaspsing

[shelli-jay-says]

Some craziness is happening... Do you know the signs?

Have you seen LEFT BEHIND series... do you know what to expect next? Maybe you should read Revelations. But LEFT BEHIND says it so plainly.. What are your thoughts??

#west coast #collaspsing #power grid #instense heat #california #heatwave #great basin #high plains #record breaking #rolling blackouts #blackouts #HEAT #realfeel #Revelations #LEFT BEHIND #feedback #social media #blogger #too hot

[akashicmuses]

I’VE DONE IT, I’VE FINISHED DHAOS’ ABOUT PAGE!!!

Bio is under the cut for convenience. This is mandatory reading because a lot of the information we have on Dhaos’ backstory comes from a Japanese novel that never got translated into English.

Much of Dhaos' past is shrouded in mystery, but what we know is that he is a prince of the kingdom of Elysium, a country on the planet Derris-Kharlan. He ruled his people fairly and was widely respected as the strongest being in his world, though it was a respect mixed with jealousy from other countries who wished they had more power. Unfortunately, Dhaos' reign was during a time of fierce war. Two other countries: Palace Ggdra and Palace Sadum, were engaged in a brutal war.

Dhaos despised war, but despite his desire to see it end, he was unwilling to step in and send his men to die in a war that had nothing to do with them. Even if it was foolish, there was still a part of him that hoped for peace between the two countries. Dhaos went out of his way to begin organizing relief aid to help the citizens of those countries. However, his efforts would bear no fruit. Palace Ggdra had been hiding a horrible weapon. A large machine called a Mana Cannon, which they fired at Palace Sadum in a last-ditch effort to win. Instantly over 150,000 people were killed, and the Kharlan Tree that supported all mana on the planet died.

Without the Kharlan Mana Tree, the world began to calcify, and people began to die. They could no longer produce food, and starvation began to ravage the planet. Their only hope lay in acquiring a new Mana Seed. If they could grow a new tree, they would be saved. All hope fell to Dhaos, the strongest of them.

Dhaos was initially reluctant to take on this responsibility, and he felt as if the destruction of the Mana Tree had been his fault. If he had acted sooner, he thought this would have never happened. Dhaos' guilt was so strong that he believed he should die with his world... Only the words of the woman he loved, Karion, brought Dhaos out of this despair. She believed that Dhaos would have the strength to carry out this mission, that it was incredibly foolish to let their world die when there was something he could do about it.

Karion and many members of Dhaos' council prepared a capsule for him, as well as a spell that would grant Dhaos the power to travel through time and space a finite number of times. However, there was no longer enough mana in the environment to support this level of magic. Instead, it would be fueled by the lives of those who cast it. Deliberately kept unaware of this and unable to do anything, Dhaos is forced to watch his beloved take her own life for the sake of their world, and the last words he heard were Karion telling him that she will always love him.

Dhaos then spent decades wandering through space, eventually arriving on Aselia with only one jump left. By the time he arrived, Dhaos was very weak and suffering from extreme mana depletion. A woman named Winona Peckham found Dhaos and nursed him back to health. Extremely grateful and incredibly demoralized, he spends some time traveling with her and her circus troupe. He meets a man named Edward D. Morrison through them, who believes he may be some sort of spirit based on how Aselia's dwindling mana levels are affecting him (aka, not helping his slow recovery from mana depletion).

Despite his demoralized state, Dhaos realizes that he cannot give up, or all of his people's sacrifices would be for nothing. Dhaos makes the journey to the Yggdrasil Mana Tree as soon as he can. Dhaos is met with nothing but horror when he discovers that the tree is dying and will not be able to produce a seed. Even worse: this is happening due to the same technology that destroyed Derris-Kharlan. The Aselians had begun to develop their own magitechnology, including their own Mana Cannon.

Winona helps Dhaos to meet with the man spearheading the Mana Cannon project: a half-elf from the city of Midgard named Reisen. Dhaos approaches Midgard as an emissary of peace, but Reisen is able to sense that there is something wrong with Dhaos' mana and distrusts him. Especially when Dhaos starts telling him that he must stop the production of the magitechnology, which he had been creating to fight against demons that threatened the kingdom. Reisen began to believe that Dhaos himself was a demon and began to fight with him. During this fight, Winona loses her right arm.

Reisen realizes that he has gone too far and, fearing for his career, tells everyone that Dhaos had attacked first and that he was a terrible demon who had come to destroy their country. A furious Dhaos decides that he must stop Midgard, no matter the cost. He believes that further interaction with him will endanger Winona and leaves her behind to side with the demons attacking Midgard. He makes a deal with the demons of the Daemonium, seeing Midgard as their mutual enemy. However, unbeknownst to Dhaos, the demons seek the destruction of the Yggdrasil Mana Tree. They go behind his back on several occasions to cause harm that Dhaos knows nothing about, including the death of Winona's friend: Rhea Scarlet.

During this time, he visits the Mana Tree frequently to check on it.

At this point, Cress arrives from the future and begins to fight against Dhaos. Cress and his friends manage to infiltrate his castle and challenge Dhaos. Dhaos had initially been curious as to why these people wished to fight him, but when all they did was yell about him being a demon, he assumed that they were nothing but pawns of Midgard and became extremely dismissive of them. He believed there was no point in any discussion, assuming they knew what had happened between him and Reisen. He and the main party come to blows. Still, it ends with Dhaos escaping to the future to preserve his life (specifically because he does not want to accidentally do something that would cause Winona not to exist).

However, that had been his last jump. Even if he were to secure the Mana Seed, there would be no way for him to return home. Dhaos' despair drives him into wild violence, and he begins to destroy all involved in magitechnology indiscriminately. He floods the seas, the skies, and the land with monsters. Winona and her friends are long dead, and there is no reason for him to restrain himself. He further asserts his power by brainwashing a village of ninjas for his army and attacks Alvanista, who he suspects of building another Mana Cannon. All fear the power of Aselia's Demon King. Even if returning home is impossible now, he believes he must find a way to obtain a Mana Seed so that Karion's death is not for nothing.

If this world insisted that he was a Demon King, he would give them a Demon King.

Unbeknownst to him, Cress and his friends had chased him to the future. At this point, he rarely leaves his palace, save for visits to the Mana Tree. He keeps himself safe by using his magic to hide his castle between the folds of time and space. It's only when Cress obtains the Eternal Sword that his defenses fall. They rend his castle back into normal space-time and storm it.

This is where Dhaos fights them for the last time, and it's a fight that he nearly wins. It's only when he is on the cusp of victory—when he has nearly killed Mint—that Mint uses what little strength she has left to cast a barrier on Cress and tells him the very same words Karion had said to him all those years ago.

    ("I will always love you.")

It's at this moment that Dhaos fully realizes what he is doing. That he is ravaging Cress' world, that he is killing his loved ones, that he is making Cress the same as him. In spite of everything that he has done so far for his people, he decides that he cannot continue to cause this kind of pain. The blood price of reviving Derris-Kharlan has become too high.

He does nothing as Cress unleashes a mystic arte on him, and Dhaos dies thinking of his beloved Karion and Derris-Kharlan.

Then, Martel, the Spirit of the Yggdrasil Mana Tree summons Dhaos' body, changes him into a Mana Seed, and sends him into space towards Derris-Kharlan to become the spirit of the new Mana Tree that will grow there.

#headcanon; dhaos. #I COLLASPSE INTO A HEAP #here is everything that u want to know about dhaos #please im begging u i spent so long researching and getting info off old LJ blogs that had translated content #CD dramas and novel translations.... #h

[ryanclaremont]

new york, new york

Home.

It feels like it’s been a whole year since they were back in their city and they’ve made it. Cross country tour, a festival, meet and greete, turmoil and happiness. Ryan wasn’t sure if they were going to make it out the other side but they did it. Coming home is refreshing and Ryan collaspses onto her couch leaving all her bags by the door until the next day where she slowly begins to pick herself up and get things sorted out.

One more big show, hometown show. It’s sold out too.

Not only is that on her mind but… August. Everything from beginning to right now and where they stand. They’re not awkward or on any bad terms at all, just… some kind of content limbo. But she invites him over for breakfast, kind of feels nice to really cook again in her own space too.

#brpara18: new york new york

[starstruckvoidcoffee]

"Shhhh, sweet boy"

Toji x bottom male reader, size kink it think thats all but ye its short n sweet :)

"M-mhmmm" you whined sinfully as you collaspsed on to the larger males chest. You were both covered in a thin sheath of sweat as Toji lifted you up putting your chin on his neck and lifting up his hips, your mouth went agape but nothing came out, "f-fuckk~ baby" he chuckled slightly as you gripped onto his shoulders.

"M-more!... p-please" you whispered the last words of the sentence and Toji giggled as he saw you fucked-dumb face. “Would you look at that” he had a grip on your chin as he smiled seeing your teary eyes and puffy red face, “open wide.” He demanded, you obliged and opened your mouth, Toji spat into your mouth and smiled as you let out a satisfied whine. “Good *grunt* fucking boy” Toji slammed into you as you clenched your teeth and your eyes rolled back into your head.

#🧍‍♂️ anyway #toji smut #daddy toji

[akirameta84]

Do you think there's any Rot between the Rivulet and Saint campaigns when Scug Saiki happens?

Like, maybe the Rot is slowly dying out due to the cold starting to set in.

Rain World Spoilers for the Saint and Rivulet campaigns below

there definitely would be some rot, especially since i just had a really good idea: during scug saikis time, Five Pebbles' superstructure is actively collapsing

during Saints campaign, the only rot left is a few mobile Brother Long Legs in the collapsed ruins. the rest (all the proto rot too) is all dead and withered.

during Riv's campaign is when the rot in 5P is bad enough that the region is entirely named The Rot.

so, since the cold hasn't fully set in and the collaspse of Five Pebbles is actively occuring, while the rot outside of his structure has been dying due to the lowering temperatures, everything inside of his structure is still active, because it hasn't quite collasped

when it does, there's definitely a good chance that the rot makes itself a nuisance on the whole area and surrounding regions for awhile before the blizzards really start...hopefully saiki and co were not in the area, because not only is the collasping iterator super dangerous, theres lots of rot escaping

but of course they were. it adds perfect drama ;]

#scug saiki #tyty for the ask AHHH getting so many asks for this au and i love it #saiki k #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki kusuo no psi nan #rain world #rainworld

[filmtv2022]

To the Bitter End: Chapter Seven

18+ Minors Do Not Proceed

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Masterlist

Pairing: Doc Holliday x Earp!Reader

Chapter Notes: Y/N recovers under the care of Doc & her family. Once she is feeling better, John & Y/N return to living their life together, as normally as one can, given the current set of circumstances. The cowboys continue to cause a problem for the town of Tombstone, and that in turn puts the reader's loved ones in danger. 

Warnings: Swearing + alcohol consumption + kissing/suggestive behavior + gun fights 

** Author's Note: Again, this chapter is probably more like 16+, but I don't want anyone to be caught off guard by the content. So, it is what it is. This one feels super long, but I hope you all enjoy it!

Recovery after a bout like your last took time, and it was never a full recovery, you body never quite made it back to the place it was before it happened. Your muscles fatigued more quickly, your lungs burned with effort from even the shortest walks, and the face staring back at you in the mirror looked impossibly more pale. Even with your body failing you, the past few days had been some of your happiest, and it was all because of who were with. John never left your side except to round up food for the pair of you to eat. Each day was spent getting to know each other’s hearts & minds in a way you’d never had the chance to fathom. And the nights were spent tangled beneath the sheets, committing every inch of the other’s body to memory. 

It had been nearly five days since your night at the Bird Cage with Doc & your family. In that time, your brothers had made it a point to visit daily, both Virgil & Morgan brought their wives along. But each time Wyatt came to visit he was alone, the look of sadness never fully left his eyes.

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Standing at the mirror you heard a small knock on the door. You figured it was probably John returning with his arms too full to manuver the handle, so you slowly made your way over & pulled it open. It wasn’t Doc standing there, it was Wyatt. Once the door was open he quickly moved through the frame & into the room, his shoulders slumped as he sat down on the edge of the bed. The door quietly thunked in its frame as you shut it before moving to sit next to him. Not sure of what to say you grabbed your brother’s hand with your own, and waited for him to speak. 

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” 

Confusion rolled through your body as you pulled Wyatt’s hand into your lap.

“I have spent your whole life trying to figure out how to protect you because the thought of you being in pain scared the shit out of me. And when you first got sick…I..I felt like I had failed you. I had failed to do the one thing I’d sworn I would do. And then with Mattie, god, I don’t even really know why, but I let her try to walk all over you.” His words were flowing fast, coming in as an almost incoherent stream of consciousness. 

“I should have said something that night at the Bird Cage, but instead I let you defend yourself alone. And when you collaspsed I was terrified because I realized that I might never get a chance to be a better brother.” He paused just for a moment, standing up from the bed before continuing to bear his heart to you.

“And I know that I don’t say it enough, but I need you to know how much I love you. I never wanted this life for you, and for years I have been lost trying to figure out how to keep you here with us longer, to protect you, but when I saw you with Doc, it all made sense. You don't need me to find a way to keep you here, you don’t need me to protect you from the world, you need me to simply just be there, to bring more good into your life, which I know I haven’t always done. So I promise you this Y/N, from here out, I will do whatever it takes to make you happy.” 

Wyatt’s breathing was heavy, as if he had just run a race, but he felt lighter than he had in years. Standing you reached out to him, your arms wrapped around his middle gripping the back of his jacket tightly. It only took a second before Wyatt was reciprocating the hug. 

“Wyatt, there’s nothing to forgive, but I know you need to hear it. So, I forgive you. And I need you to know that I love you. I know how much of a burden it has been to walk with me through this illness & even the best men falter in the face of death. And when it comes to happiness, I hope you do the same. Pursue happiness Wyatt, life is far too short to live without it…I know because I’ve lived that way for the past two years.”

The two of you stood in the each other’s embrace for a few minutes until the door opened again, this time it was Doc returning with food.

“Well, if it isn’t the picture of familial bliss.” Doc teased as he entered the room. Pulling away from your brother you made your way over to Doc, placing a small kiss to his lips as he set down the items he’d been holding. Doc’s arms circled low around your waist as your own found a home on around his neck. 

“Doc, how the hell are you?” A wide smile formed on Wyatt’s face as he greeted his friend. He’d never admit, but knowing that Doc was the person bringing happiness back into your life was like a life preserver keeping him afloat in turbulent waters. 

“Wyatt, I am rolling” quipped John, grinning back at Wyatt before dipping down to kiss you. This kiss grew a bit more passionate than originally intended causing your brother to clear his throat before bowing out of the room.

“Well, I think it’s time for me leave.” Quickly Wyatt made his exit from the room, hearing the pair of you huff a muffled laugh at the impropriety of it all. 

As the door thunked in its frame, Doc’s chapped lips moved down your neck before backing you up onto the bed. He lowered himself down on top of you as the back of your knees hit the edge of the frame. His hands roamed your body, lingering on the swell of your chest before sweeping down to caress your sides. Pure lust & desperation took hold of you as his fingers slid sensually across your body. A breathy moan escaped your lips as one of your hands gripped John tightly by the hair, while the other brushed along his back. The feeling of Doc’s finger tips ghosting over the inside of your thighs had you fisting your hand in his brown locks. The sudden tension caused John to groan into your mouth, and grind his hips down into yours. 

That’s when you could feel it, the tightening of John’s body, not from lust, but from a deep cough searching to escape. Doc shot back from your body, his face strained from the violent contraction of his lungs. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching into his breast pocket for a handkerchief. As he pulled the cloth from his pocket you could see that it was already stained with blood. The sight of it caused your chest to clench, you knew this meant this was not the first time today he’d been ravaged by a coughing spell. 

A particularly forceful hack spurred you into action. You stood from the end of the bed before moving to the spot slightly behind John, your left leg draped down next to his while your right shin was tucked behind him. Once you were back on the bed you reached out for John bringing him closer to you. Your arms wrapped around his body as he continued to try & calm his blazing lungs. There you sat, stroking comforting touches along Doc’s arms. Finally, his chest stopped heaving allowing John to take a few restorative breathes. Leaning back you curled your fingers around a clean cloth that was within your reach. You pressed a sad smile to John’s temple, gently dabbing away the moisture that had collected there. Settling back onto the bed you took Doc by the shoulders to lay on your chest, a contented sign slipped past your lips as his warm body melted into yours. 

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After some time you could feel Doc begin to stir in your arms. You’d know John for a long time & you could guess that while the past several days had been wonderful in many ways, he was itching to get out of this hotel. Doc had never been one to turn down the chance to drink whiskey and gamble, the risk of it all was like a drug, numbing reality enough to let the anxiety of dying ease just a little. It was time to break out of this bubble & return to life outside of the Grand. 

“Doc… I think I’d like to pay a visit to the Oriental tonight, if you’re up for it?” You offered up this lifeline for him to grab & John gladly took it.

Doc’s thick drawl swept across your body, his voice was like a pain killer for your soul. 

“What a splendid idea darlin’, I believe it is high time we give this town something new to talk about.” A mischievous grin grew on his lips as he stood from the bed. 

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The sky was already dark by the time you & John left the Grand & began the walk over to the Oriental. The two of you were certainly a sight to behold with John dressed in a long sleeve, button down undershirt & a black vest, and you in a scandalously low cut dress. The deep navy blue of the fabric complimented your pale skin in a way that left Doc feeling electrified, in truth, you’d almost never made it out of the hotel room. The fact that you weren’t wearing a bustle had nearly stopped his heart cold. 

With drinks in hand, you made your way over to the Faro table to visit with Wyatt & Morgan. Tonight, John couldn’t resist throwing his hand in the pot, and in traditional Holliday fashion, he cleaned house on every round. While Doc continued to play, you made your way over to the bar to buy not just another drink, but a bottle of John’s favorite whiskey, Old Overholt Rye. Tipping the bartender well, you looped your fingers through the handles of the cups while clutching the bottle’s neck in your other hand. What you didn’t notice was the man with a red shash & a powder blue shirt glaring at you as you sauntered away. 

Coming up behind Doc you pressed your body against his as you reached around him to first place the pair of cups on the Faro table, followed by the bottle of whiskey. The bottled sounded with a dull thud as it hit the cloth covered surface. John quickly glanced down to see what was in front of him before turning himself around.

Sitting back on the table slightly John’s hands slid into their favorite position on your hips as he spoke.

“Well, isn’t that a daisy? I’d say I’d gone to Heaven, but I’m fairly certain the Pearly Gates have already been slammed in my face.” Leaning forward John brought his lips to your neck, his hands finding new purchase in your hair & on your ass. The feeling of his mouth on your throat causing a quiet gasp to blow past your lips.

“Besides, you’re no angel are you darlin’?” His mustache tickled your skin as he smiled against your throat.

“Well, there was a devilishly good looking bidder aiming for soul a few nights back, so no, I’m no angel at all” The reference to your conversation at the Bird Cage sent you both into hysterics. Loosening his grip on your body, John turned around to open the bottle of whiskey. He poured you both a brimming glass before clinking your cups together. 

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John continued to play rounds of Faro, throwing back glass after glass of alcohol in the process. Seeing just how far gone he was, you slowed down your own consumption. You knew that the more he consumed, the more likely he was to say something irrational and earn himself a fight. And while John could certainly handle himself, it seemed wise to keep your wits about you just in case. 

Eventually, Doc’s attention turned to the piano sitting next to the table. Collecting his money, John bowed out of the game & plopped himself clumsily down on the bench behind the keys. Turning away from your brother’s you watched as Doc slowly began to move his fingers along the ivories. You loved this side of him in a way that was difficult to explain, he was soft, almost vulnerable when he played piano, and it warmed you through to see him like this. Many people discounted John upon first glance, they assumed he was nothing more than a drunk lunger hoping to get into a fight. And while there were threads of truth in those perceptions, there was a whole other person sitting just below that tough exterior. In reality, John was also an academic, a musician, hell even an amateur philosopher. Not only could he hold his own in any gun fight (drunk or sober), he could debate about the woes of the world with the best of them. 

Within seconds Doc was languidly moving along the keys, gracefully playing a somber tune. The song certainly didn’t fit the atmosphere of the Oriental, but it fit John perfectly. The invisible string that connected you & him seemed to tighten as he glanced over his shoulder at you, silently inviting you to join him. So you did, sliding onto the bench behind Doc you leaned your backs together, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. The two of you moved together as the music played, the scene far too intimate for the setting, but neither of you cared enough to change. Wyatt & Morgan who were sitting at the Faro table couldn’t help but laugh a little at the sight of you two. 

Your eyes had fluttered shut as Doc continued to play, wanting to focus on the sounds of the room rather than the sights. This caused you to miss the man who had watched you earlier approaching the piano. The sound of the person’s voice caused your eyes to fly open.

“Hey! Hey! Is that “Old Dog Trey”? That sounds like “Old Dog Trey” to me.” The smell of old alcohol was wafting off of him in waves so strong it nearly made you ill. 

John didn’t bother to stop playing as he replied, “Pardon”.

“You know, Stephen Foster. “Oh! Susanna”, “Camptown Races”...Stephen Stinkin’ Foster!” The man’s tone was growing agitated as he spoke. That was when you noticed the red sash hanging from his hip, the sight bringing a pit to your stomach. 

“Uh, yes, well, this happens to be a nocturne”

“A which?”

“You know, Frederic fucking Chopin”

The tension in the room kept you from laughing at Doc’s comments, but you heard Wyatt & Morgan slip up in the background. A sudden commotion in the street tore you and everyone else in the bar from the moment. You could hear repeated gunfire and the sound of fast moving hooves as the sheriff came running into the Oriental.

“Do you see what’s going on in the street? Somebody’s gotta do something”

Another man stepped in to say, “I believe you’re the sheriff”

“No, no, no, no. This is not county business. This is a town matter. Marshall?”

Your eyes turned toward Wyatt in surprise when he interjected himself into the conversation. 

“Why don’t you just leave it alone?”

The Marshall hesitantly spoke up, “No, I, uh…I gotta do somethin’ ”

The Marshall took off towards the door through which you could still hear the person hollering & carrying on. Wyatt tried to continue the game, but his efforts were short lived as the situation on the street escalated. In the distance you could hear the Marshall trying to talk the man down from his shooting spree. The Sheriff made his way out onto the porch of the Oriental to watch what was happening when you heard one more shot ring out in the night air. Your blood ran cold as you heard the Marshall grunt with pain. Wyatt rose quickly, practically running out to help. Doc stood up to follow pulling you with him as he moved. As you exited the building you clocked the man in the red shirt, it was same one from a early in the week, and the sight of him made your blood boil. 

The scene outside was chaos.

“You better get him off the street” Wyatt ordered as more of the patrons from the bar flooded around Fred’s body. He’d grabbed the man in red by the back of the neck, holding his face down as he barked a command.

“All right, back off” Wyatt’s tone growing more serious as the crowd demanded for the perpetrator to be tied up & killed.

“Nobody’s hangin’ anybody. He’ll stand trial for it. Now get back! Move!”

The man in blue from the other night appeared suddenly amongst the people in the street, throwing demands at Wyatt.

“Turn him loose!” Tensions rose as guns were cocked, ready for a fight

The cowboy who had been harassing Doc by the piano joined in the fray.

“He said to turn loose of him”

“Well, I’m not; so, go home” 

“I swear to god, law dog, you don’t step aside, we’ll tear you apart”

Wyatt turned to point his pistol directly at the man, lifting it to his forehead.

“All right, you die first. Get it? Your friends might get me in a rush, but not before I make your head into a canoe. You understand me?” You knew by the tone of his voice that Wyatt was ready to take a life tonight, and all you could do was hope that it didn’t come to that right here, right now. 

Music man interjected, “He’s bluffin’. Let’s rush him”. 

The weasel with a gun pointed to his head pleaded with his friends to back off.

“No… he ain’t bluffin’. 

“You’re not as stupid as you look, Ike. Now tell them to get back”

“Go on now, get back. He’ll kill me. 

As the group of cowboys started to move back you felt Doc move from the spot right behind. He took a few paces forward, removing his gun from its place on his side and engaging the weapon. 

“And you, music lover, you’re next.” Alcohol smoothed the tone of John’s voice, and most certainly impeded his able for rational thinking. 

“It’s the drunk piano player. You’re so drunk, you can’t hit nothing. In fact, you’re probably seein’ double” The man drew a long knife from the sheath at his side causing the air in your lungs to freeze. Doc on the other hand seemed entirely unfazed by the threat in front of him. Throwing back the last of the drink in his cup, John hooked his finger through the handle before pulling out his other pistol and spining them both in his hands.

“I have two guns, one for each of ya.” The crowd of people stood stock still in nervous anticipation, the air thick with the possibility of bloodshed. 

The sound of a gunshot tore through the air and was quickly followed by Virgil shouting, “All right, back it up now!” Morgan joined Virgil as they broke up the crowd on the ground. Meanwhile, Doc’s head was on a swivel watching for any unseen threat that might manifest. 

Wyatt pushed Ike away with the barrel of his gun, but Ike just didn’t know when to quit.

As he stumbled away Ike shouted a veiled threat towards your brother, “I’ll see you soon. I’l see you soon. We’ll meet again”. 

Once Wyatt, Virgil & Morgan had left with Curly Bill in tow, Doc returned his pistols to his holster & turned back to you. The look on your face was unreadable, bordering on stoney. Carefully, John approached you, like a wild animal that might snap without warning. Having closed the gap between you, John stood in silence, waiting for you to speak, to let him into your mind. But you didn’t, you simply turned around and walked back into the Oriental. Back at the Faro table you began cleaning up the mess & collecting the few items you brought. Every movement was calm & calculated in an attempt to hide your true emotions from the people flooding back into the bar. 

Doc continued to watch you as you worked, thinking it best if he didn’t interfere. With the table cleaned up & closed for the night & the nearly empty bottle of whiskey in hand, you turned to say good night to the bartender before making your way to the door. John was only a few steps behind you, trailing you all the way back to the Grand. 

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Back in the room John was seated on the bed, removing his outerwear to get ready for bed, all the while his eyes followed you around the space. First the money from the table was stored away safely, then the bottle of whiskey was placed next to the vanity mirror, and finally you stood in the front of the wardrobe preparing to undress. The silence was heavy with tension, but Doc knew you’d speak when you were damn well good and ready. 

Your hands reached around your back to start unbuttoning your dress, fumbling with the angle. Noticing your struggle, John made his way to you & began slowly undoing your dress. His fingers pressing gently into your back as he moved from button to button. As the last closure was opened, he pushed the fabric from your shoulders, guiding it off of your frame & placing it on the chair nearby. Next his hands fell to the ties on the back of your skirt, untying the strings holding it in place. Taking you by the hand for balance he helped you step out of the skirt & placed it to on the chair. Now that you stood before him in your underwear, the last step was to remove the pins from your hair. Doc’s long fingers threaded through your hair carefully finding each pin, the plink of the pins hitting the vanity the only sound in the room. 

John was transfixed on the feeling of your proximity, but the small sound of your sobs returned his attention to the present. Turning you around Doc brought you close, your arms wrapped around his middle squeezing tightly, as his were secure around your neck. Hot tears collected on his shirt as you continued to cry, but the dam had broken and there was no stopping the flood. 

You finally found your words & broke apart from John’s embrace to speak. 

“It scares me… your lack of self preservation.” Your voice wasn’t angry, you were sullen… almost defeated.

John waited for you to continue because he could see the words you wanted to say brewing under the surface. 

“John you told me once that you always believed you’d die with your boots on and your gun blazing. And, while rationally I know that’s probably true, there’s part of me that hopes for something different… for you and me. Our time together is already limited with the grim reaper himself is our chaperone,  but I… I don’t want to watch you die that way.”

Now it was Doc’s turn to be silent. There were no words to express the thoughts in his head at that moment. For the longest time, John gave himself over to his fighting instincts, hoping that an ill-advised gunfight would be the thing to take him and not the slow decline of his body. There was control in the first option, and while John thrived in chaos... when it came to his exit from the world… he would have given almost anything to have some say. Now there was a shift in his universe, a battlefield in his mind. He still desperately wanted control over his fate, and yet, he too couldn’t fathom the thought of making you watch as he bled out on the street or in a bar from a bullet wound. But by the same token, even the thought of you holding him in your arms as he succumbed to his illness sent chills through his body. And oddly enough, at that moment, the only thing John wished for was for someone else to make that decision, to take the control away… make it so he didn’t have to choose how he hurt you.

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#doc holliday x reader #doc holliday #tombstone 1993 #val kilmer

[whataphantasia]

cook those burgers turn the patty over

cut the [oops!] don't [oops!] the [oops!] i have collaspsed in the back of the beard burgers

[sampigehoovu]

I have traced south indian history so well in my head till the deccan sultanates, but once they fall its all chaos cause its like general war zone where even the british and french are fighting each other until it all collaspses and becomes Madras Presidency. Its a whole chunk of confusion for 200ish years and my brain is fried.

#its been a LONG work day

[dcwnrisen-aa]

So, tell me ur thoughts for Su-Jin and Václav.

honestly, whenever i think of them, i think of like václav coming across su-jin after a good fight, and he just looks at him sees someone who needs a friend, some guidance. totally someone who exasperates him but he has plenty of patience and because he knows su-jin likes his company, he always invites him over, and they talk a bunch about family, about their day and hes not above bribing su-jin with food because the guy doesn't eat enough.

su-jin also thrives off the energy that václav, because it's so soothing and he truly hadn't meant to slam the guy into the mud, or to trespass for that matter, but his curiosity got the better of him. some part of me is just feeling like they'll become such good friends because su-jin gets easily attached to people, but especially to václav.

i can see it becoming something of a friends to lovers type thing and su-jin just going from the stubborn, playful, fight-happy friend to sometimes just breaking in because he was in the area and now he's not leaving because he's become overprotective of václav. like just catch him lurking sometimes, the second he smells food, he's there, pestering václav, but also curious enough about the man that he's asking a billion and one questions.

but then i also think about the fact that he'd step infront of václav the second someone tries to get in his space, or has a terrible word. and also just sitting with him and leaning against him in silence and telling him how much he misses family dynamics or that he's really happy that they were friends. not even hesitating to drop everything for václav.

okay but i also think about su-jin being bloodied and hurt and vulnerable and his only thought is getting to václav because that's who was the first and last on his mind ? also 10/10 su-jin would take care of václav's family, they would be like his own.

honestly, i think they would have a great dynamic because it's like they have a nice dichotomy where václav is the calmer, more responsible one whereas su-jin is just a ball of restless energy who sometimes needs to be looked after lmfao. but also those angsty moments where su-jin fights and doesn't really stop until he's outright collaspsing and being scolded. but he's still all smiles because hey, i'm still here aren't i ? but also su-jin having someone who doesn't mind his silly quirks and such is nice.

But also thinking of Václav wanting and needing protection and Su-jin willing to do it for free so his hands don't get dirty. But also hey buddy, I smelled food a mile away, I took out the trash that was lurking around. No, no need to worry about it. They were a good snack. Pssh,Of course I didn't eat them, just took a small bite as a warning.

#this got long and i rambled for no reason #i was thinking enemies but su-jin is just so easy going around him already that it didn't make sense #but ahh sla y me #nvrcmplt #🌺ˑ » petals swaying in autumn breeze.

[amistytown]

I need a Levi to collaspse on after work. I will bring him manga and curl up on him while I pay Genshin before falling asleep.

#me

[gorillageek27]

super strength for the power thing

You are inrcredibly strong, however law of

Physics still affect you. For instane if you try lifting a building and since the building has no stable foundation the building will collaspse around you. If you try using a door knob you need to be very gentle

[gachapulls]

(collaspses on the ground) how much longer is tom taylor going to be writing nightwing

#its boooooring 😐 #well it could be worse but there is a whole lot of nothing happening rn 🤨 #txt

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

my god this mini series is so good>>>>

how would the italies be as the other mother/partner tho??? it's pretty hard to imagine how their deteriorated worlds would look like, but maybe something calling back to the roman empire??

(not exactly the italies but im throwing this here but ignatius would be a wolf bc haha romulus and remus being raised by a shewolf)

sorry for my ask being all over the place, small ideas just kept coming-

There is nothing wrong with small ideas. That is actually how I put my pieces together at times.

I'm gonna start with Fabrizio, since the Southern Italian derseves a bit of the spot light.

His home would be a large studio in the middle of an Italian park. The park contains many different songs birds that are always singing with most vibrant flowers in bloom.

He is able to lure you in with the promise of luxery. The finest clothes, foods, and servants all at your beck and call.

Until it becomes sufficating. You're never truly left alone and your desire for distance snaps you out of his hypnotic trance. In response to the shattering, Fabrizio would look you in with his mannikans, or should I call them what they are?

His previous victims.

As the dream turns into a nightmare he takes on avion treats. The lightening of his skin and hair match the white feathers of swans. Wings, an eleongated neck, and talons make the form that much more horrific.

As you play his game in the now twisted and overgrown park you can only hold to the shaded areas. For if not, you fear that he may swoop down on you from above.

Now for Luciano, our Italian stab happy spongebob.

This man lures people in like a cat trap with butter. His sauve, smooth style makes you feel like his whole world centers around you. Though with each sweet word there is something that feels off about him.

For a while you are content and happy in the loft. Being able to explore between the various small shops and neighbors. Its not until you notice disturbing changes that you distance yourself.

At you distance, Luciano reveals his indulgence for stabbing as his begins to change. His low-half snaps it becomes the body of a buck. The bones twist and grow rapidly to support their host's weight as sharp antlers grow from this razor mouthed monster.

You scream as you feel in to ruins of the once beautiful Italian cityscape. He's never far behind, for this deer has teriffying speed and stamina.

Since you mentioned him, I'll throw Rome in for fun!

His goal would be to conquer your heart wholey and completely. His lure would be the gift of his protection and the fulfillment of your most primative desires.

It must be nice at first to live like those of old did, at least in terms of the luxerious side. As time goes on, Ignatius' claws will dig deeper into your flesh. All with the attempt at preventing you from leaving.

I agree he would follow the caniade family. I personally see him as something older though. Maybe an Epicyon, or a bone-crushing dog.

His final form would be involve the devlopment of a large, wide snout. Long, copper hair that would eventaully become a large and long mane over his form.

At your resistance, he will growl and howl at you to run for his sick game of hide and seek. It will be difficult to navigate the Roman structures now that some have collaspsed and eroded to unstable points. One wrong sneeze and you may bury the door that leads to your safety.

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #coraline #coraline crossover #2p italy #2p rome #2p romano

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[akirameta84]

Nendou having inert leftover Rot Cysts on him acting as his chin definitely makes sense. ...that and it being so close to his face also works with this one idea I have. Aka, Toritsuka intentionally dampened his pain receptors (so Nendou would know something is attacking him, but won't waste precious seconds cringing in pain but instead being able to do something about it), and through use of anesthesia to get rid of any pain completely, after he noticed some Rot Cysts on his back, unlike the ones on Nendou's face which can potentially damage his jaw if taken off, Toritsuka was able to RIP THE ONES ON HIS BACK OFF WITH HIS BARE HANDS. Sure he could've been more careful at the moment in time, but it gave room to graft on some back plates of armor that can also carry more weapons if Nendou angles them correctly.

And, well, he was just so angry in the moment that after ensuring Nendou couldn't feel any pain or discomfort, he needed to do SOMETHING. And it even gives him easier access to Nendou's genome to rework it! So really, who can blame him for his, violent, methods of getting rid of those Rot Cysts? The Ancients? They LEFT THEM. So really, why should he care about what they think?

...also on a less angsty note Saiki, despite his limited memory, managed to remember Aren, because he's Saiki's creation, when he woke up. Which Aren greatly appreciates because EMOTIONS.

And on a different note, the reason Aren even has a name is two reasons. The logical one (an ID number wouldn't work if he can glitch out whilst saying it, confusing his creation, so a name will lead to less confusion in the long run), and the emotional one (hard not to get attached to the being your creating to act as your savior, and harder still to not grow to care for them when through his Overseers he saw how hard Aren worked to complete the tasks given to him).

aren was at the main communications array at the sky islands when kusuo collasped. he was heading back to the superstructure through the Precipice bridge between kusuo and kuusukes structure...but when he reached the end of kuusukes side, it just ended. it dropped into nothing but collasped ruins. that was a horrifying moment. aren had noticed that his creators overseers weren't following him anymore, and he heard the earth shattering sounds of the superstructures collapse...but seeing it in front of his face hit the hardest

just like SRS and Spearmaster, kusuo never gave his creation the mark of communication, as they used sign language so that their conversations could be two way instead of one way

aren wasn't supposed to be mouthless, unlike SM who was. kusuo just messed up and he regrets it. he wanted aren to be capable of eating through the tethers from his spears so that he could ALWAYS find food, as there would always be at least some creature to feed on, and he didn't even have to stop to eat. but he was also supposed to have a mouth like a normal slugcat. kusuo was badly damaged from lack of water already and hadn't realized the changes to his organisms digestive system to allow for the new way of gaining nutrients had completely deleted the normal one until he was finished, and there was absolutely no way or time to make a new messenger.

post revival and pre rarefaction cell...kusuo probably can't remember much of it. the common spoken language is hard enough to grasp, let alone a secondary one. its a miracle he remembers aren at all, but thankfully he does, and he remembers a decent amount of the local group too. at least kuusuke got fed up with kusuos messenger ignoring him after kusuos collaspse and forced a mark of communication on him, so at least he can understand kusuo again

iterators are partially robotic so i imagine theyre very physically strong tbh, so that makes sense. mily angst and comedy bundled into one there huh

tyty for the ask anon <3 i can never have too many aus haha. this has been a lovely one to add to my collection

#iterator saiki #saiki k #saiki kusuo no psi nan #the disastrous life of saiki k. #rainworld #rain world

[apersons-stuff]

I feel your hand on me, and I wonder how one could miss a person's touch so much.

Your mouth finds mine, and your arms pull me in, and I am nothing but need and heat. Desperate with desire.

My hands fumble to find your bare skin, tearing at buttons and fabric to get to you, to feel you again, even for a moment, for an hour, for however fleetingly long I can have you.

Craving to taste you again, I sink to my knees to feel your heat on my tongue. and your pleasure in my mouth and hear your cries as I bring you again to that place, a place of safety and vulnerability all at the same time. A place we can call ours.

A place where we crumple the sheets and scatter the blankets, rolling and tumbling, thrusting and taking, panting as we fuck with our eyes as surely as with our bodies.

Our skin slick with sweat, our limbs entwined, our mouths meeting again and again until we collaspse into that cool, dark place where our memories have lived.

And through panted breaths and slow smiles our eyes tell each other in ways no words ever could. That we will always find ourselves back here. Again.