A map of NYC in the 1920s sorted by CRANKY NOISE COMPLAINTS. Click on a noise complaint, you get a description and also usually archival sound or video to go with it. COOLEST/NERDIEST THING I’VE SEEN ALL WEEK.
Call me Truxi I draw things and put them here. And sometimes I don't. I'm very mysterious like that.
Sometimes those things are superheroes. Sometimes those things are gangsters. Sometimes those things are other things. Mysterious!
Tumblr: Inspiring and SOUL CRUSHING.
STARRING: A MODERATELY ATTRACTIVE WHITE ACTOR, ANOTHER MODERATELY ATTRACTIVE WHITE ACTOR, AND SOME BACKGROUND LADIES I GUESS
Masochistic Writer does Tumblr Ask event.
Leave an ask in my box, and I will visit your tumblr, then based on what I find there I will write a noir character vignette of you.
Note: feel free to reblog. I like pain. ;)
Okay so. I am still doing these. I will keep doing these for a few days, obviously breaking for Saturday due to Judaism.
However, I’d like to add a couple of ground rules (I’ll edit the original post too):
- If your blog includes stuff that’s personal that you specifically don’t want mentioned, please send a separate message noting this. I don’t want to cause problems for anyone.
- If your blog doesn’t make your gender identity or pronouns explicitly clear in the “about” section, please tell me what pronouns you’d like me to use in the vignette. I don’t care what your actual identity is, I just need some pronouns you’re okay with me using. I.e., you don’t have to out your real gender to me, but if your gender is a secret, tell me some pronouns because it’s hard to write without them.
K, thx. This has been a lot of fun!
this is now my favorite photoset in the entire world.
TERRY LOVES LEOPARD PRINT
(Original post: http://www.johnskylar.com/post/82996706080/masochistic-writer-does-tumblr-ask-event. Tag for all posts: #noirproject. This one’s for truxillogical)
You ever read about that Sherlock mac they got over in Tea-town? He’s got those “Baker Street Irregulars,” the pretentious bastard, sends ‘em all over town doing his dirty work.
I got one person I go to for that. Truxi. Former newspaper moll, now she works art for the police blotter. Never seen a gangster look so good as Truxi’s. She’s always on the corner, looking for the next story, which’ll be her next big score.
Same outfit every time, and sharp: pinstripe three piece, white on charcoal, braided ponytail, glasses, and a newsboy cap. She’s look like she’s hawking for the papers, and the locals don’t pay her mind.
But I know she’s there for the cops, and I keep that secret in exchange for a favor or two.
Today, I need her to run a package to hell. Well, Carmine’s. But I’m gonna throw in an extra Hamilton, ‘cause it’s six of one, half dozen of the other.
I wish they’d write Jewish characters more frequently, really. But often when they do, they put Jews in stereotyped jobs and often cast us as financial manipulators. Way over that.
This was a great question, particularly as it helped me organize my thoughts for “Portrait of the Artist as a Dirty Jew.” Thanks truxillogical!
Thank you for answering!
Also, dear followers, y’all really should be following John Skylar too. I promise you won’t regret adding him to your dash! (The essay he mentions above is here, for starters.)
Gather ‘round, kiddies, it’s story time! Because I think I’ve found my favorite gangster-related anecdote in The Last Testament of Lucky Luciano.
Once upon a time, when Meyer Lanksy was trying to become a naturalized citizen in a quiet, respectful manner, his friends followed him to the Courthouse…
"We walked into this big room and there’s a whole bunch of people there. … Frank, Benny, Joe, Vito and me spotted Lansky standin’ in the back, tryin’ to look nonchalant and superior. … We sneaked up behind Meyer and Benny Siegel whispers in his ear, ‘Hey, Lansky, I can fix ya up with that broad—the blonde one over there. I hear her old man owns half of Delancey Street,’ and he points at this blonde girl standin’ over near the window with her father and mother. She was about eighteen, but she weighed about three hundreed pounds which is about three times as much as Meyer weighed soakin’ wet.
"I’ve seen Lansky pretty mad in my lifetime, but even when he was knockin’ a guy off, he was never as sore as that minute. With just one move, he kicked Bugsy right in the balls and then grabbed his mouth so he couldn’t yell and make too much noise. A couple minutes later, Meyer walked out holdin’ his naturalization papers and Benny was holdin’ his balls."
The men who will be running a country-wide organized crime syndicate in a few years, everybody.
Dear Boardwalk Empire—you can make all of Season Five about the tedium of Narcisse and Florida if you want. Just fudge timelines and film. That. Scene.
I’m working on a comic about the early lives of Meyer Lansky, Charlie Luciano, and Benny Siegel—how they met and their crawl up through the 1910’s. It…started as something that was supposed to be a short, get-my-feet-wet story about Meyer’s first time gambling, but its…well, it’s sort of gotten away from me. Working title is “Lucky Little Bugs,” though that’s still up in the air. First part (the short story) is “Nickle Ante.” I’m hoping to have at least five or six pages finished by Heroes Con, but we’ll see. Research is really, really addictive. (And as long as you’re researching, you can pretend the whole thing is easy.)
But yeah, that’s what all the sketches like this are for. Prelim work.