#wildwest

— times are gone for honest men.

Not sure if this is finished or not… probably not I wanna add like a tumbleweed or something but boom- more cowboys. Yeehaw 🤠

OCs for my (future) wild west+supernatural adult oriented comic, FMC Melusine, and one of her boyfriends, Russell, the old orc headhunter but he's the antagonist hrnnnnghhhh

Take cover!!

I told you I wasn't done Pizzing around.

A colored historical photograph of the American gunfighter Doc Holliday, likely taken in 1887 during his final months in Glenwood Springs, Colorado....

The most feared gunslinger of the Wild West didn’t meet his end in a hail of bullets—he died quietly in bed. This last known photograph of Doc Holliday, taken in 1887, shows a man whose life burned fast and bright, only to fizzle out in the stillness of a hotel room. A gambler, a gunfighter, a dentist turned outlaw, Holliday embodied contradictions: educated and respectable in his Georgia upbringing, yet reckless and deadly in the Arizona dust, with cards in one hand and a pistol in the other.

Holliday’s legend was cemented during the Gunfight at the O.K. Corral in 1881, where he stood shoulder to shoulder with Wyatt Earp, bullets whizzing and blood spilling around them. Tales of his deadly aim and fearless courage spread across the frontier, making him both feared and respected. Yet even as he stared down outlaws and lawmen alike, a far deadlier adversary lurked within: tuberculosis. The disease consumed him slowly, leaving him coughing blood between poker games, drinking to dull the pain, and living on the razor’s edge of life and death until his body could no longer keep pace with his legend.