#josephine wyatt

[drwafton]

Afton encounters the Shadowy Weirdo a few days later, while waiting for entry. She's blissfully unaware of who she's talking to; she's smoking in front of the building, wrapped in her red coat.

"Afternoon. Would you like a cigarette?" She asks this when she realizes Dr. Afton lives in the apartment, too. "The doorman's checking someone in, and it looks like they are going to take their time."

"I'm Josephine Wyatt. Pleased to meet you."

{:DDDD here it isssss}

{@ask-the-doppelganger}

"A little birdie told me you'd be here."

>>He gave himself a light laugh at the pun. Afton greeted the newcomer with what looks like a strained smile, his hands were shaking.

"Well good afternoon to you Ms. Wyatt, pleased to meet you too. I'm sorry I cannot smoke with you, I'm trying to wean off of cigarettes."

>>He held one hand in a fist trying to calm down the shaking and put out one hand gesturing for a handshake.

[ask-the-wyatts]

"H3333333y h3LL0 hiiiiiiiii!! Ms. Wyatt is it? Sorry t0 bother y0u outta the blu3 with a m3ssag3 buuuuut a littl3 birdy t0ld m3 to c0m3 talk to y0uuuu"

@drwafton (Chester Titor Edition :3)

*Bafflement. but only for a moment. Jo dons her ever-polite smile.*

Uh - good afternoon - I'm not really doing anything at the moment. *She offers a handshake.* Mrs. Wyatt, yes. Call me Jo. And you are?

[ask-the-doppelganger]

📋

Hey! You're new, right? I uh...hope you don't mind me asking a few questions.

*the dOOrman had a scrapbook open in front of them.*

@dopples-n-doormen

Oh! Of course not, go ahead.

*Jo's entry request and ID are already in hand, and she smiles ever-so-sweetly. It's a bit of an empty smile.*

[ask-the-doppelganger]

*Jo comes with a pot of coffee and very worried expression. Her knuckles are white, she's gripping the pot too hard, and the smell of cigarettes surround her – she just had a smoke to try and calm her nerves.*

Thank you. I... *She swallows. She can't hide her fear, she barely even tries.* Nacha, are you sure they are harmless? I moved here precisely because there was a doppel at my old place. I, I guess if I know I'm safe – if my son is safe, I could make peace with this. But not until then.

Hello, Nacha, this is Josephine.

Would you mind if I payed you a visit? I'd like to talk about doppelgangers. I have calmed down since the last time we met, I'm not going to hurt anyone, doppel or human, but I am still very concerned. I have a son. I don't want him to die.

-@ask-the-doppelganger (I am returning heheee :D And the storyline with Josephine is going further)

Jo, come in come in!

[mollywog]

Have you finished sotr? And if so, will thing that happened in it that will affect any on going fica or WIPs?

Hiiii

Thank you for popping by @adora-reads!!!

I have completed my read/listen! And hmmm… good question… I might change and include some new names here and there! It would be fun to throw some of the new characters into the mix!

I think for the most part, I’m going to retain my original interpretation of Haymitch, although it may not fully reconcile with the new book… but we’ll see!

Were you thinking of any fics or plot points in particular?

[wyattxwheeler]

starter for @thejospring

location: wingman's pub

"Hey, Jo," he grinned, walking up to her at the bar, "I was glad our schedules finally aligned." The adult life left little to no room at times to have schedules line up to see many people. It had been quite some time since he and Jo had got together to grab a drink, but Wyatt had some free time after his shift at the station. "What's been new in your life?" He questioned, pulling up one of the bar stools next to her.

[downthetubes]

My Adventures with Superman lands at Channel 4

Warner Bros. My Adventures with Superman is heading to Channel 4, launching next week

Warner Bros. My Adventures with Superman is heading to Channel 4, launching next week, Friday 20th October. This joyous, anime-styled take on the Superman story is a serialised coming-of-age story that’s earned plenty of praise from fans of the DC Comics character. Catch up with twenty-somethings Clark Kent (voiced by The Boys star Jack Quaid), the bright and driven Lois Lane (Alice Lee), and…

[ask-the-doppelganger]

HAHAHAHA

Et tu, Brute? You could've just asked. Sorry for that, sir.

I believe we're your new neighbors. I'm Josephine Wyatt, and he's Larry. *She offers a handshake.*

{okay so Picrew is hard. These two are supposed to be neighbor OCs, they are supposed to look somewhat similar because mother and son. Larry's supposed to be around 13.}

I stole my mother's phone :-)

🐲🐲🐲🐲

It has dragon emojis

{upcoming little menace from the @ask-the-doppelganger blog :D}

Woah there, kid, you shouldn't go stealing yer mom's phone.

[vazula]

#013. paseando por la exposición "berna en la década de 1920", josephine y wyatt se detienen frente a la misma fotografía que azula. / @jovvest , @kwyctt

observa la foto de la biblioteca en la década del 1920 y analiza las diferencias con la estructura actual en su mente. cuando siente presencia ajena a su lado mira de reojo y piensa que no le vendría mal una segunda opinión. ' ¿te gusta más como se ve la biblioteca ahora o como se veía antes? '

[ask-the-wyatts]

"Good afternoon, ID and Entryrequest pls." @doormens-job

Good afternoon.

*Jo is, apparently, tired: her makeup doesn't cover the bags under her eyes properly, and she untied her hair on the way back. But she still smiles at Lukas a bit.*

Here are my papers... let me know if anything's amiss.

*It's all very precisely filled in. At first glance, the writing could be mistaken for something that was printed - but no, it's just very precise handwriting. Jo is trying to pay attention to the doorman - does he want to do some small talk or should she just get checked in and be done with it as fast as possible?*

[ask-the-doppelganger]

Doppelgängers don’t nest, stupid human. We are mostly solitary creatures because gathering in groups tends to draw attention and eventually the D.D.D. It’s a lot harder to catch us if we’re spread out.

@not-a-doppelganger

I might take that attitude from my boss or coworkers, but I'm not taking it from you. Speak to me like a civilized person or not at all.

*If this is in person, then Jo's voice is in a sharp contrast with her words: she talks in a pleasant, even, carefully moderated voice, almost as if she was the voice on an infomercial. Her expression is neutral. Now that she's not fearing death, she shows near complete control over her emotions.*

[ask-the-wyatts]

...?

What? Why? I can't imagine that being healthy for you.

(Previously occured)

*Jo puts a hand on her mouth and thinks for a moment.*

Pigeons, of all things. Well isn't that interesting. ...Do you see weird pigeons around often?

No. I never go outside.

*Their tone is succinct and matter-of-fact*

[fideidefenswhore]

More can be read into Katherine's actions than merely the fulfillment of her queenly duty or providing an opportunity for Henry to make him appear even more lovable to his subjects. Although Thomas Wyatt was Katherine's distant relative, as an evangelical he was in opposition to her when it came to matters of religion. Katherine, therefore, was tacitly making a statement of religious neutrality by placing Wyatt before Wallop in her intercession.

Katherine Howard: The Tragic Story of Henry VIII’s Fifth Queen, Josephine Wilkinson

[victusinveritas]

Comment on Facebook: Kaloma is reputed to be Josephine Marcus, who was Jewish and from Brooklyn. She supposedly married Wyatt Earp in 1892, who is buried with her at a Jewish cemetery in the San Francisco Bay Area. The studio photo session that produced this famous photo is re-enacted in a fairly recent Western movie (I'd have to research which one). The famous photo of Kaloma was used in a 1967 gig poster for Vanilla Fudge appearing at the Avalon Ballroom in San Francisco by Stanley Mouse and Kelley, two of the legendary poster artists. It now costs a fortune: https://www.bahrgallery.com/band-items/vanilla-fudge-kaloma

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Note: as far as I can tell there is no actual connection between Kaloma and Josephine Marcus. The earliest reports of this rumor start in the 1970s, after a picture of Kaloma made it on to a book titled 'I Married Wyatt Earp.'

The Vanilla Fudge stuff is correct though.

[ask-the-doppelganger]

*Jo puts her coat on his shoulder anyway, then takes the dragonfly carefully*

Oh, it's very pretty! Good job finding it, dear. You like dragonflies?

*The pigeon stares at her from the boy's shoulder, envious. How the hell does she just know that she is supposed to hold the bugs? Without being told? Black magic of the human psyche!*

*Then, Jo sighs.*

Listen, dear. The, the pigeon said - the pigeon said you don't have food, nor anyone to take care of you - is this true? No parents, or family, or friends?

*She still holds the dragonfly, but now she crouches down to be lower than eye level to the boy.*

{oh shoot it's been TEN GODDAMN DAYS? I'm. very sorry about that, but continuation of this one}

*After a little time, the pigeon straight dive-bombs the little bug boy*

Hey, little one! There's two humans now who'll definitely feed you. Also, one of them's asking where have you been sleeping.

*It takes a few minutes, but then, Jo steps outside. As she sees the little boy, she can't help but smile.*

Oh, hi, dear - aren't you cold?

*she's already taking off her coat to offer the little boy. he's about to be adopted by absolutely everyone*

*Bug laughs as the pigeon dive bombs him*

!!

*pat, look at Jo. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a dragonfly, holding it out to her. He doesn't seem to be bothered by the cold.*

[themuseinthewoods]

Fancy

this is inspired by Reba McEntire's song Fancy so SONGFIC

An amazing song, Reba is incredible. In this work, the reader is a performer that comes with the trope into Tombstone that night. She hasn't been through exactly what the woman in the song has but something similar. could be Wyatt, Johnny or Doc x reader as they all end up admiring her. Enjoy! (sorry, there is a lot of gifs). Use of Y/n, f!reader, who is telling the story in the beginning.

I might do endings for each guy, who knows.

@rock-n-macabre, okay so, I honestly kinda based Y/n on you, because you said you did shooting stuff and you seem really cool and I wanted that to come through with Y/n.

Florentino and Josephine were, at the time, my two dearest friends. They had taken me off the street after Floren had heard me sing and decided that his traveling troop needed just that. A tragic singer. I kept my head down when Floren helped me down after Josie from the carriage. I was wearing a suit, it's easier to travel in then the dresses that Josie preferred to wear. I could feel the eyes on me, curious eyes, I glanced up and saw two men standing the street looking towards us. Josie was eyeing one of them, but I couldn't tell if they were looking at me or her.

I followed Josie to our room, to ready myself for the evening of entertainment that we were to provide to the town of Tombstone. It took me awhile to carefully crimp and curl my hair, perfect my makeup and then adjust the dress, earrings and necklace I always preformed in.

"Y/n, you're on after Josie." Floren told me as I carefully came down to the side stage. The crowd was rowdy, different than any I had ever seen. Shooting when they approved of something, like the people in my home town.

Soon enough, Josie ended and as part of the act, three of the men scurried out to set up a microphone, I kept the coat that hid my dress on as I walked onto the stage, standing next to them with a raised brow. Finally they left and with an eye roll I stepped behind the mic, throwing off the coat, gasps came from the men and a few whistles.

The music began and I let my voice carry me.

"Well, I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one-room, run-down shack On the outskirts of New Orleans We didn't have money for food or rent To say the least we were hard-pressed Then mama spent every last penny we had To buy me a dancin' dress." I watched the face of one man, his eyes went wide when I began singing, he was one of the Cowboys, with a dragon embroidered across the chest of his shirt.

"Mama washed and combed and curled my hair And she painted my eyes and lips Then I stepped into a satin dancin' dress That had a split on the side clean up to my hip It was red velvet trim and it fit me good Standin' back from the lookin' glass There stood a woman where a half-grown kid had stood." "Her voice is that of angels." Ringo muttered half to himself and Curly laughed beside him, shaking his head.

"She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down" Doc and Wyatt glanced at each other, silently agreeing the beauty on the stage was just that, bewitching.

"Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck, then she kissed my cheek And then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes when she started to speak She looked at her pitiful shack And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath She said, "Your pa's runned off, I'm real sick And the baby's gonna starve to death" My eyes closed, my fists lenching, remembering my own father leaving me and my mother

"She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said "To thine own self be true." And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across The toe of my high-heeled shoe It sounded like somebody else that was talkin' Askin', "Mama, what do I do?" She said, "Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy And they'll be nice to you." The eyes of the men in the room went wide, my own eyes opening to greet there stares, unfazed.

"She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down Lord, forgive me for what I do But if you want out, well, it's up to you Now don't let me down Now your mama's gonna move you uptown." The pain in mothers voice when Floren had asked her to let me go with him, but she knew it was for the best.

"Well, that was the last time I saw my mama The night I left that rickety shack The welfare people came and took the baby Mama died and I ain't been back."

"But the wheels of fate had started to turn And for me there was no way out It wasn't very long 'til I knew exactly What my mama'd been talkin' about." Ringo's eyes blazed at the mention of such a thing, Doc looked surprised and Wyatt sighed heavily. I hadn't seen the Cowboys in the little while I had been in the town.

"I knew what I had to do and I made myself this solemn vow That I's gonna be a lady someday Though I didn't know when or how But I couldn't see spending the rest of my life With my head hung down in shame You know I might have been born just plain white trash But Fancy was my name." Some of the Cowboys were smiling wickedly at me and I was ever grateful for my gun tucked into my bra.

"She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down" She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down"

"It wasn't long after that benevolent man took me in off the street And one week later I was pourin' his tea in a five-room hotel suite (yes, she was) I charmed a king, a congressman and an occasional aristocrat And then I got me a Georgia mansion and an elegant New York townhouse flat And I ain't been back (she ain't been back)" My backup singers sauntered onto the stage, dancing and swaying with the music, and I did a little sway and the Cowboys laughed in delight.

"Now in this world, there's a lot of self-righteous hypocrites That would call me bad They criticize my mama for turning me out No matter how little we had"

"But though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin' for now on fifteen years Well, I can still hear the desperation in my poor mama's voice ringin' in my ears"

"Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down" She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down Lord, forgive me for what I do But if you want out, well, it's up to you Now don't let me down Now your Mama's gonna move you uptown"

"Well, I guess she did." The last line was spoken and the music ended, I took a bow, standing with a smile as guns were fired into the sky and applause filled the air, and I twirled off stage, a flurry of red fabric and sequins, grinning into the arms of my friends. "You were wonderful as always!" Florentino praised, hugging me tightly.

I laughed happily, and as we closed the stage, Floren offered me his arm and led me (red dress and all) to the Oriental saloon, applause sounded ahead of us when Josie entered but that which sounded when I entered was more so. I grinned, holding my hands over my heart to show how much it meant to me. I slowly walked to Faro table, I was a wiz at faro and a few of the men I had seen at my show were there. "Twenty on the one." I said and the man dealing the cards looked up at me in surprise, pausing. I shrugged, my smile widening. "We all have our vices."

I won forty bucks and I was welcomed to stay with them, the man I learned was Doc Holliday made me laugh with his wit and all. "Mr. Earp, would you mind signing an autograph for me, sir? My wife's not gonna believe this." I glanced towards the dealer, that's where I knew him from, two men, one in a red shirt and the over in grey expect for the dragon embroidered across his chest under his neck tie. The latter looking a me with a stare that felt intense, but at the same time, that's whose gaze had been fixed so firmly upon me I could feel it.

"Wyatt Earp, huh? Heard of you." Someone said to Wyatt, but my eyes were on Ringo, trying to read him.

"Listen now, Mr Kansas Law Dog. Law don't go around here. Savvy?" "I'm retired." "Good." I cocked my head, meeting Ringo's gaze with my own intense one, something that seemed to surprise him. "That's real good." "Yeah. Yeah, that's real good, law dog, 'cause lawjust don't go around here."

"Yeah, I heard you the first time. Winner to the king. $500." "Shut up, Ike." Curly ordered and Ringo's gaze slid from me to Doc Holliday.

"You must be Doc Holliday."

Doc was sipping his drink and looked up as if surprised. "That's the rumour." "You retired too?"

"Not me. I'm in my prime."

"Yeah, you look it."

"You must be Ringo." Doc said with feigned politeness before turning to me, his tone light. "Look, darlin', Johnny Ringo, the deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darlin', should I hate him?" My gaze went from Doc to Ringo, ignoring the nickname he had already given me.

"You don't even know him." I finally stated, my eyes moving back to Doc. "No. That's true, but... don't know, there's just somethin' about him. Somethin' 'round the eyes. I don't know." He paused, as if trying irritate his opposite. "Reminds me of...Me. No. I'm sure of it, I hate him."

"He's drunk." Wyatt spoke, clearly trying to defuse the situation as doc raised his cup again. "“in vino veritas” Ringo took a step forwards, "“age quod agis” Doc looked surprised, but spoke again. “Credat Judaeus Apella, non ego”

 "Eventus stultorum magister." Johnny said gesturing to his gun.

"in pace requiescat." Doc drank the rest of his cup.

"Come on, boys, we don't want any trouble in here, not in any language." an older man tried to interfere and my gaze was on Ringo so I didn't see who he was.

"That's Latin, darlin'. Evidently, Mr Ringo's an educated man. Now I really hate him." Ringo put a gun in Docs face, he didn't flinch once.

"Watch it, Johnny. I hear he's real fast." He spun his gun around at Curly's words, doing several moves, the cowboys cheering him on. His eyes glimpsed to me, I admittedly, was unimpressed. Where I come from, being able to handle a gun like that is normal, you have to know how to, or it'll be your death.

When he finished moving and stuck it in his holster, doc began to do the same thing with his glass, I was very grateful for my glass that could use a distraction. It was pretty funny though.

When he finished, many of the patrons laughed and Curly Bill came up to me, throwing his winnings in the air. "Drinks are on me!"

The rest of the night I felt three pairs of eyes on me. One belonging to Wyatt Earp, one belonging to Doc Holliday and the last, to Johnny Ringo himself.