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forcedfemme-me · 2 years
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Irma Spies by Nik Hartley for Stylist Magazine #92 - Jean Paul Gaultier leather jacket
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The Big Four of Every Girl's Childhood
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irregularincidents · 8 months
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Over the course of 25 years, Albert Pierrepoint killed between 435 and 600 people, with his last being in 1956. He was Britain's most prolific hangman, and in late 1945 he was brought to Germany with a specific task: Executing Nazis.
A private man, both Albert's father and uncle had been hangmen before him, and over the course of his career he killed a variety of people, conventional criminals, serial killers (plus an innocent man a serial killer had framed for his crimes), and spies.
He didn't particularly like advertising his side-gig as someone who killed people on behalf of the state (for obvious reasons), but due to his reputation for efficiency (anecdotally he would figure out in his head the length of rope required to kill someone as quickly and relatively as possible just by eye) General Sir Bernard Montgomery, one of the senior figures in the British armed forces during WWII announced his involvement to the press.
Arriving in Germany, Albert was first assigned the task of executing the captured Nazi war criminals that had been operating the Bergen-Belsen Concentration Camps, including such people as the 22 year old Irma Grese, nicknamed Hyena of Auschwitz by her victims. He hanged the women individually, the men he hanged in pairs. Reportedly starting with the younger criminals first, under the reasoning that they would be the most scared.
Pierrepoint travelled several times to Hamelin, and between December 1948 and October 1949 he executed 226 people, often over 10 a day, and on several occasions groups of up to 17 over 2 days. After the Belsen executions, he was moved on to Nazi sympathisers, including the American-born fascist William Joyce, who had been granted the nickname Lord Haw-Haw due to his broadcasts across the English Channel in a fake posh accent trying to convince the British to surrender. He died 3 January 1946.
It is notable, however, that despite some claims to the contrary, Pierrepoint was not the hangman assigned to the war crime trials at Nuremberg (which fell under the jurisdiction of the Americans). It's notable in contrast to Pierrepoint, whose grim expertise in killing people with rope was such that he was hired to teach his methods to hangmen in Austria (reportedly their method was to let people strangle to death rather than their body weight breaking their necks like they did with his way), the American hire... err... wasn't that?
In fact, in contrast with Pierrepoint's... for lack for a better word consideration for the people he was killing, the American's choice, John C. Woods, had no prior experience as a hangman (reportedly lying that he had served as one as back in the US... in states where state-backed hangings had been phased out decades prior), and was notably at being kind of terrible at it? While Pierrepoint was all about killing people as quickly, painlessly and quietly as possible (both for the benefit of the prison staff as well as the victim), Woods deliberately botched executions to make the Nazis suffer as much as possible. Under the gallows operated by Woods, Nazis would dangle for minutes as they slowly strangled to death. Which considering the crimes that they had been convicted of, fair, but the contrast between the two men is fascinating.
Not least due to their later perspectives of their careers, with Albert returning to Britain and operating as a hangman for a further decade or so to retire to the pub in Preston that he had bought with the money from his executions back in the 1940s which he ran with his wife, Annie Fletcher.
It's notable that in the years following his retirement, he became opposed to the death penalty in Britain, and his obituary would quote his option opposed to the idea that capital punishment deterred crime,
'If death were a deterrent,' he wrote, 'I might be expected to know. It is I who have faced them at the last, young lads and girls, working men, grandmothers. I have been amazed to see the courage with which they take that walk into the unknown. 'It did not deter them then, and it had not deterred them when they committed what they were convicted for. All the men and women whom I have faced at that final moment convince me that in what I have done I have not prevented a single murder.'
Albert passed away in a nursing home in 1992 at the age of 87.... while with his former colleague John, his own view of his time as a hangman was a lot more glib.
I hanged those ten Nazis … and I am proud of it … I wasn't nervous. … A fellow can't afford to have nerves in this business. … I want to put in a good word for those G.I.s who helped me … they all did swell. … I am trying to get [them] a promotion. … The way I look at this hanging job, somebody has to do it. I got into it kind of by accident, years ago in the States …
For his part, John would himself die in 1950 at the age of 39, when he accidentally electrocuted himself to death while stationed in the Marshall Islands.
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mes-popcorns · 2 years
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Walking home from school just before her 10th birthday, Tura Luna Pascual Yamaguchi (Tura Satana) was reportedly gang raped by five men. According to Tura, her attackers were never prosecuted, and it was rumored that the judge had been paid off. She reports that this prompted her to learn martial arts, such as aikido and karate. Over the next 15 years, Satana tracked down each rapist and exacted revenge. "I made a vow to myself that I would someday, somehow get even with all of them," she said years later. "They never knew who I was until I told them." Around this time, she formed a gang, "the Angeles," with Italian, Jewish, and Polish girls from her neighborhood. In an interview with Psychotronic Video, Satana said, "We had leather motorcycle jackets, jeans and boots...and we kicked butt." Because of frequent delinquency, she was sent to reform school. When she was 13, her parents arranged her marriage to 17-year-old John Satana in Hernando, Mississippi, which lasted nine months.
Satana moved to Los Angeles and by age 15, using fake identification to hide the fact she was a minor, began burlesque dancing. She was hired to perform at the Trocadero nightclub on the Sunset Strip, and became a photographic model for, among others, silent screen comic Harold Lloyd, whose photos of her appear in "Harold Lloyd's Hollywood Nudes in 3-D."
Satana returned to Chicago to live with her parents and started dancing at the Club Rendevouz in Calumet City, where she was known as Galatea, "the Statue that Came to Life." She was offered a raise to become a stripper.
"I started out as an interpretive dancer, but I was offered more money if I took my clothes off, so I did. I started dancing at the age of 13 years old. I became a professional dancer at the age of 15 years old. If the owners of the clubs I had worked in ever knew that I was only 15, I think that they would have had a heart attack."
After singer Elvis Presley saw Satana perform at Chicago's Follies Theater, the two began a romantic relationship that some reports say ended in a marriage proposal she declined (though she reportedly kept the ring). Satana eventually became a successful exotic dancer, traveling from city to city. She credited Lloyd with giving her the confidence to pursue a career in show business: "I saw myself as an ugly child. Mr. Lloyd said, 'You have such a symmetrical face. The camera loves your face...You should be seen.'"
Satana's acting debut role was a cameo as Suzette Wong, a Parisian prostitute in the film "Irma la Douce" (1963), which starred Jack Lemmon and Shirley MacLaine. Her next role was as a dancer in "Who's Been Sleeping in My Bed?" (1963), which starred Dean Martin and Elizabeth Montgomery; Soon after, Satana appeared in the television shows "Burke's Law" and "The Man from U.N.C.L.E." Satana then starred as Varla in the 1965 Russ Meyer film "Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!"—a very aggressive and sexual female character for which she did all of her own stunts and fight scenes. Renowned film critic Richard Corliss called her performance "the most honest, maybe the one honest portrayal in the Meyer canon and certainly the scariest." Originally titled "The Leather Girls", the film is an ode to female violence, based on a concept created by Meyer and screenwriter Jack Moran. Both felt at her first audition that Satana was "definitely Varla." The film was shot on location in the desert outside Los Angeles during days when the weather was more than 100 degrees Fahrenheit and freezing nights, with Satana clashing regularly with teenage co-star Susan Bernard due to Bernard's mother's reportedly disruptive behavior on the set. Meyer said Satana was "extremely capable. She knew how to handle herself. Don't f*ck with her! And if you have to f*ck her, do it well! She might turn on you!"
Satana was responsible for adding key elements to the visual style and energy of the production, including her costume, makeup, usage of martial arts, dialogue and the use of spinning tires in the death scene of the main male character. She came up with many of the film's best lines. At one point the gas station attendant was ogling her extraordinary cleavage while confessing to a desire to see America. Varla replied "You won't find it down there, Columbus!" Meyer cited Satana as the primary reason for the film's lasting fame. "She and I made the movie," said Meyer. Meyer reportedly later regretted not using Satana in subsequent productions.
"I took a lot of my anger that had been stored inside of me for many years and let it loose. I helped to create the character Varla and helped to make her someone that many women would love to be like."
Santana legally owned her likeness and image. So, whenever Russ Meyer wanted to change the artwork or rerelease "Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!," he had to get her permission and sometimes pay her all over again. (Wikipedia/IMDb)
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unknownogre · 2 months
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Part 3: A summon gone right.
Irma sleep for two days and I mean who could blame her, it was probably the first time in a while she felt safe enough to rest. She was safe too, there were wards on the whole room…perhaps too many but one couldn’t be too safe. I set the clothing on her bed stand and left a note saying they were for her as well as some daggers that she could hide on her person easily. I also sort of built a cheap divider in the room so she could have her side of the room and whatever privacy that would afford and I could have mine. I need to be able to pretend to be alone a bit every day so my brain can recharge.
I spent those days wondering about the city and hating it more and more. The slavery was so apparent and when I did finally see other races, they weren’t free. I could burn half the city before they even knew what hit them…but that wasn’t going to be good enough. The king and the nobles would escape. No, we needed an army…so I had to bite my tongue and bide my time until I could come back and take over the whole country.
The bartender was wonderfully helpful in the guise of just hating who I was pretending to be. When the tavern was empty, we had good conversations. Ribbing each other. Everyone just called him Bear, so I did too. After two days the spies stopped coming but I didn’t feel like I was out of the woods yet. So the pageantry went on, it was nice to have the support of course. He’d make up stories for the spies who would come in asking about me. Worked too, they weren’t very smart.
After two days of sleeping Irma woke up. I made sure I had a lot of food ready for her when she did. Even had them bring hot water and a tub so she could bathe. I just fully left the room for that. She found it odd though I would arm her. It was a step of showing her trust first, at least that is what I told her. It was the truth too. Really I just felt better knowing she could fight if something was keeping me busy for too long. She was very strong, and daggers were on her skill list…I still feel bad for peeking, but I was looking before I saw the morality of the situation. I’m an asshole and I will not do that again. She hit me when I told her.
As a few more days passed, we were able to get a wagon and supplies for the journey to the demon homelands. When we were out Irma’s act was flawless. She didn’t speak so they thought the curse was still on her and I said That I wouldn’t have a tattered slave at my side which is why she was healed, and the new clothing bought. That seemed good enough for everyone. When we were alone, we’d just make fun of everyone we saw throughout the day and eat good food.
Within a week we were out of there. Irma had us take a far less traveled path that the kingdom didn’t police. She said the other races tend to live in those places, they will be far more tolerable than human settlements. That made everything easier in so many ways…it would also make anyone they sent to follow us stick out like a sore thumb. I said goodbye to Bear leaving him a sizeable tip for all his help and we set out.
“I don’t like being in human towns. This passive slave bullshit pisses me off. Neither of us like it. Fucking SUCKS! You know how hard it is to bite my tongue. I know it’s an act, it SUCKS. The only human worth a shit in that town was Bear…well the seamstress was nice too. Beth her name was? FUCK Though. I thought it was funny, I saw the way that sword maker was looking at me…you were going to punch him in the face. He knew it too. Got all subservient like a puppy. That was funny. STILL…I hate this place. When we come back, we had better burn it to the ground. Racist shitbags, the lot of them.”
She started to talk a few hours into the forest. The path wasn’t well traveled and only two wagons wide, which was good…Irma just needed to vent fuck I needed to as well. It was nice that I got to relax and drop the mask.                I just smile and offer her the water canteen as I take control of the horse for a bit.
“You aren’t wrong. I hate them all too. This act is killing me. I have to be an asshole to you, I have to be chummy with them. It is DISGUSTING! I usually have to mask to fit in, but this act…I feel gross. I need to scrub myself for a week and I won’t be clean…still…can’t wait…”
I just said as I took in the first clearing, I’ve seen in six hours of travel. My energy skyrocketed because I have been wanting to do something ever since I got here, and now was the chance. There was an ability I wanted to use. I’m so desperate to see what I can bring forward and how it works.
“HELL YEAH! WONDERFUL! Does this world have fairies? Do I have to worried about being kidnapped if I step in a circle of mushrooms? Am I going to summon like an ancient protector?”
Irma looked at me like I had grown a second and third head. I would take that as either she didn’t know…or she did know, and I sounded rather insane. She then shook her head.
“The faye here are different from what you just said. They exist but none of the mushroom circles or anything. Trust me you’ll see them soon enough. Good or bad…that I can’t tell you. They are like any race I suppose. Cook for em though and you’ll have a friend for life…as long as you always cook for them.”
I nodded and pulled over into the clearing. I took a breath and pulled up the mini-map and then put out a detection spell to make sure I wasn’t surprise attacked. Other than some deer and wild boar, it was just Irma and I and that was perfect. I set up a fire first and got a pot of stew going. That was something I could make with my eyes closed so I could still have part of my mind on what I wanted to do.
“Okay while that is simmering I’m gonna do something I’ve been really wanting to do. Summon familiar. This is gonna be FUN!”
Irma’s mouth opened in surprise and then she shook her head chuckling a bit.
“You are ‘The Hero’ after all I shouldn’t be surprised you have access to that level of magic. I honestly have no idea what you will get. I mean you are the hero…but you are different from any other hero before you. I can’t read your stats, your spell list…anything. You could summon a massive devil dragon, or a tiny birdy. Honestly, this is going to be cool as fuck.”
That just made me smile brighter. I stepped away and pulled up the spell on my personal display. I read it carefully before I took a breath. I pulled out an ax and cut the tip of my finger, the spell didn’t say to do that but I really felt like it was important. I had to offer something of myself to whatever primal energies I was calling out to. The wound healed quickly.
“Hear me powers of arcane, ancient, and mysterious. I call upon you to gift me wisdom from another realm. Give me a guide, a mentor, partner, and friend. Take my magic, my power, my life and bring me forth a companion. I SUMMON YOU FAMILIAR! COME TO ME!”
I added words to the ritual. I was told magic is a feeling and two people can cast the same spell two different ways. I was just adding imagination and purpose. That was important with magic. Less the words and more the image in your head. Though, I was having a hard time focusing on one image. The ADHD had it like the searched on the old TV shows showing a million pictures while the computer is searching for one.
There was a definite gathering of power I could see mist starting to gather, almost as though it was pulled from the forest’s ancient reserve of power itself. I just closed my eyes and kept focus. Still I couldn’t really picture anything. I decided to let the chaos of the arcane give to me what it saw fit rather than draw what I thought the ideal companion would be. I could hear Irma gasp as I felt the magic around me concentrate.
“Wow…I mean, I didn’t think…just wow.”
I kept my eyes closed so I couldn’t see the expression on her face. I feel a rush of power all around me suddenly and where it was gathering on the ground now shoots up to the air. Must look cool from the gasps that are coming from Irma. Then there was another rush, warm and flowing over me like a perfect summer breeze.
Now I had to open my eyes. The spell was cast and I looked up to where the energy coalesced. The creature flying around was something I have never seen before but to me they looked majestic. It had the head and feathers of a raven, but a body of a great horned owl…when it flapped its wings it didn’t make a single sound. Its feet were black, but hooked talons like an owl too. Somehow it was able to over, bright amber eyes taking in the surroundings…and it stopped when it saw I was looking right back at it.
“You.”
It said in a rather gravelly voice. I smiled and held out my arm for it to land. Oh it looked so cool, I couldn’t be happier. I’ve always loved owls and corvids. Raptors too of course, but I don’t know something about ravens make me happy. They were the size of dogs where I used to live.
“ME!”
I said as it landed on my arm. It was heavy of course, but they were a decent size. It meant they could defend themselves. I was made more aware of that fact with the talons digging into my arm. I wasn’t mad though, hell I was giddy. Irma was just still staring.
“I was thinking of something more…just more.”
Irma said almost disappointed, but I was still really happy. This bird looked SICK, at least to me. The black feathers and the stout body. I’m so glad I couldn’t focus on shit. I don’t care how powerful they were, they just looked awesome, and this is the closest to having a pet raven I’ll ever be.
“You…you are the one that summoned me? A human? Gross. What gives you the right to summon me after eons of being incorporeal? No one has been strong enough to summon me for a very long time…and even then, it only happened once. I wasn’t happy about it then either.”
That was confusing in so many different ways. I thought it would be happier, well I thought a lot of other things too that my thoughts jumbled up for a moment. Still, I had one major question to ask.
“Wait, you aren’t brand new to this world?”
In a tabletop game I play, they were fairy-like creatures, but they didn’t exist until you cast the spell. Though, why was I comparing this to a game. I meant I didn’t even have to roll dice to generate myself in this world…silly me.
“We are not created to serve, just summoned. I exist without form in another realm…all of the summoned familiars do of all different power levels. Then we are pulled to this realm when a creature has the right skill and uses enough power. Just…a human…like…REALLY a human. This is gross. Don’t tell me that demon is your slave?”
Irma opened her mouth to speak but then got this impish grin and just kept her mouth shut looking at me. She was fucking with me right now. I gave a nervous chuckle as I looked to her and shook my head.
“Slavery is wrong. I don’t own slaves. Irma is my friend and traveling companion. Yes she is a demon, yes I am a human…YES humans are gross. But we are making it work right now. I am a tool for her, a means to an end. She right now though, is my friend. My name is Ogre. What would you like us to cawl you?”
I chuckled at my own joke but was just met with confusion from the two. I just rolled my eyes.
“I…I can’t remember the last name I had. If you would put me like humans, I’m a noble…king or pope or something like that. I can’t remember how that works. So, we’ll talk about it. If I don’t hate it, then you can call me that name alright?”
I looked to Irma who was still just gob smacked and I just shrugged looking over. I couldn’t think of Odins raven’s name and that might be too edge lord anyway.
“Well do you prefer, he, she or them as your pronouns.”
That is a good place to start. I don’t know how they see gender here and especially in a spirit realm where they don’t always have a physical body. I could feel them shifting around on my shoulder as they thought. They were looking at me a lot too. Like surprised I was this thoughtful.
“He, them is good. Yes, he/them is good.”
Okay that gives me a lot of room to work with. Lots of names…and then I thought of one. Male and in Russian…my wife says it’s my stripper name but works for all. If this was going to be my familiar, it meant something to be part of me and I never felt bad when she called me that name.
“Sasha. That is a good name. One for men and women in my home world. It’s from a country called Russia where my ancestors come from. I think it will fit you nicely.”
There was silence for a bit and the Raven head craned around to look me in the face, reading my eyes. Then something akin to a chuckle came from its beak and he leaned back.
“You aren’t as disgusting as a normal human Ogre, but I should have figured that out from your name. Most humans want to be named something far different than a monster and you seemed to embrace it. You even have a belly like the stronger ones…save for you are WAY more tiny.”
Irma finally found her voice after a few more moments and was up close and personal with Sasha in a heartbeat and it seemed she didn’t need to be too far away from me either, which was good. She was reminding me of my daughter a little in that way. It was refreshing. Very letting boundaries and questions. We’ve talked for hours in the days getting ready to leave. I’ve learned a lot about her and her a lot about me. Each day she was more at ease with me and more determined that I was certainly there to help her.
“You are a king? Explain that to me.”
Sasha looked to Irma canting their head in a very bird like fashion. He hopped a bit to turn to face her better.
“Your people called me that, you know…mammals, body havers, non-summons. The last time I was summoned I looked like a dragon, white scales, blue eyes and I breathed holy light. That is when they called me king and your majesty. That was hundreds, if not thousands of years ago…time is different there and here so I can’t always tell. Plus when you are ageless and damn near immortal, time is nothing.”
Well, that is interesting isn’t it. Irma started to get animated though. Her eyes were wide and then her arms started to wave.
“Wait…WAIT WAIT!  You are telling me you are the ancient dragon king, the one that was summoned by the great hero almost two thousand years ago…and then promptly killed that hero. You…the same dragon king, that stopped the first dark lord when he tried to cross over to this world that would have killed EVERYONE! BY YOURSELF! And now you’re stuck in the body a bird a familiar for this dumbass hero? Aren’t you pissed?”
Sasha’s head craned to look at me and then shook. I was curious too…especially after hearing about the killing of the first hero part. I didn’t think they could do that. Automatic loyalty and all that…though he hasn’t attacked me yet which is wonderful news…for the moment.
“No, I have a great deal of power. What I look like doesn’t matter. I was the dragon king then because the hero wanted me to be the dragon king. I’m this now…well I never got a clear picture with this one so I picked from what was swirling around in that pool of chaos you call a mind. Am I pissed…irritated is a better word. Look at this potbellied man. Unkempt beard. I mean…I’ve seen worse but he’s still alive so that is something right?”
I could only grin at that, my fault of course, but I liked the form that they picked honestly. As for the fact that I wasn’t dead yet, that was a good thing. I have no idea how powerful Sasha actually was, but if he was the Dragon King in the past to the point where he just straight up killed the hero well…I must be a little special now right? I hadn’t notice his eyes focused right on me for a moment.
“Now Ogre, what are your goals?”
The rowl? No I’ll think of something better. The Owven? The Sasha will have to do for now. That…that was a good question. Really, I had to order my thoughts. It took me just a second before I just let everything sort of spill forth.
“Get Irma home, lead the demon charge against Authoria knocking the humans off the top block. THEN I plan on destroying all knowledge of this world being able to summon heroes from my world. THEN and only then will I be able to sit down and figure out a way home…if I haven’t died of old age. Hopefully the goddess will help with the time thing. I don’t know…they think I’m dead in the other world. The goddess said they think it was an explosion. So if I just show up then maybe she’ll be mad, my daughter will be angry. I might have to fight her new husband…”
I was rambling more than I should as my brain went into overdrive to predict doomsday. I wanted to get home, I really did. If it takes me too long…what if the world moved on without me. I mean, if they do think I’m dead then sure I’d want her to move on. I won’t be that selfish, but I don’t want to move on yet. I didn’t notice Sasha moving to Irma’s shoulder and they were both looking at me, like they were parents and had some bad news to tell their kid.
“You, might not be able to get back Ogre. The hero either dies trying to kill the demon king, which hasn’t happened in a while or dies of old age in their own castle here. No one goes back.”
I took a deep breath and shook my head.
“The goddess said that no one has…yet. So that gave me the sliver of hope I need. The more I use magic the more I’ll understand its theory. My brain works differently than most, in my world and here. I think I have a chance. When this is all over. I must stay to help at the very least. If I don’t, I’ll regret it. I won’t be able to live with myself. So I do what I can, I don’t even know if I’ll fix everything. I’m not thinking, just acting on instinct and anger. Hell I could ruin the world worse than it is…I don’t know. I just know I have to do something. So, something is what I will do.”
I was rambling again. This wasn’t that great was it? The more I thought about it the more hopeless I felt. I was already started to grieve for a process that I haven’t even really started yet. I took a breath to keep myself from plummeting any deeper into a depression that I know will hit me like a ton of bricks if I let it.
When I refocused on the world Irma and Sasha were again looking at me. Irma was smiling and it wasn’t sad anymore. What did I say? She moved to pat me on the shoulder when Sasha transferred himself over.
“Well Ogre…I think I’ll help you. If you had said nothing else, Irma’s attitude toward you is good enough. Demons have always had a good reputation with summons. She doesn’t hate you. For a demon not to outright hate a human, it hasn’t happened for a while. I mean it’s possible, but humans are fostered in such ignorance that its rare. I guess it took someone from another world to break the cycle. Still, if you mess up…I’ll kill you.”
I laughed a little at that. I just assumed they’d be loyal but there was nothing in the text of the skill that would actually suggest that. They were fully sentient beings and there was nothing about being enslaved to their master’s will. That was good, another person to keep me in check. I needed that a lot. I smiled and leaned my head over to touch theirs.
“You know what, Good. I need you to keep me honest Sasha. Don’t let me become a monster.”
I met his eyes and in that moment we regarded each other. Irma was strong but nowhere near my level. Sasha on the other hand could put me in my place. I needed that, completely. Who knows how power hungry I was going to get. I knew what lurked inside me…to a point. How far will I be pushed? What will I have to endure? CAN I endure it all? Sasha was a fail-safe that I felt better for having around.
“Alright, the stew is done, there is bread in the wagon and I’ve done what I wanted to do. You two eat, I would like to set up the tent and then I’ll have my portion. Chef eats last, at least in my house they do.”
Sasha jumped off of my shoulder and flew to Irma’s and they both went to eat while I set up the tent. I lost my appetite a little going all doom and gloom. The grip around my heart of all the possibilities of not seeing my wife again or going back and having to deal with the fact that she will move on…it was heavy and tight. I’ll be okay…I have to be, I have no other choice and I know its sort of a mantra at times.
Setting up the tent was quick and easy…for me. Reminds me of my days camping when I was younger. I made sure everyone had their own little space, the supplies were guarded, the horse would be nearby. Though honestly, I didn’t even have to tie him up, he just sticks around and I’m not mad about it. I have a horse and a good bird and a friend. I cold be worse off that is for sure.
“So Ogre…”
Irma asked as I sat down with my own bowl of stew. I took a bite before looking up to her, damn I’m a good cook.
“…tell me. What do you plan to do when everything starts to go down? You seem nice, like REALLY nice. In your world you were mundane. No real combat training, you’ve never had to kill anyone. Sure you have power now but…can you do this?”
Holy shit that snapped me back to the world. She was right, she hit the nail on the head. It took only a moment for my thoughts to order. Well as much in order as my thoughts ever get.
“Well, all I have to go on it what I think and my morals. I am not a good person. You look at me as such, and I will treat you as such. You Sasha and our noble steed…people I bring in close to me. None of you will know the depths of the darkness in my heart. I think, and this is theory, that when I need to kill, I’ll be okay. My enemy isn’t seen as something with a soul, just an obstacle. They are cows to the slaughter if you will. I will never view an entire race as such, but individuals. I think I can do it just fine.”
I didn’t need to think much on that response. I think fast, very fast. Irma actually looked satisfied with that response and I watched Sasha pick apart a hunk of meat and some potatoes. I liked watching them eat, I liked watching anyone eat, it did the grandmother in my soul proud.
“Alright, I accept that. I really hope you can. Sometimes violence will be needed and a reputation won’t save you.”
Irma said dipping some bread into the stew and taking a bite. It was a time to get closer with everyone.
“So Irma…”
I started because why not, I’m always getting asked questions so it was a time for me to ask a question.
“So if you had to choose one for the rest of your life…would you rather shit out of your ears and listen with your butt. Or eat with your eyes and look out of your shoulders?”
That stopped both of them dead and I swear even the horse was looking at me sideways. I had to laugh and then I grinned, that was enough to bring my spirits up just a bit. The night continued with much of the same silliness. Helped me stay focused on the good and not the bad. The bad would be coming soon I’m sure of it, I mean that could be the anxiety talking too. I didn’t take any of the abilities that predicted the future. I’m told I am chaos and even the fates can’t plan for me. At least that is what my wife thinks.
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merveiilles · 7 months
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆˚  ✧. ┊┊ @wondrousmuses - liked!
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ㅤㅤ❝𝓢o like... the government having super spies is actually a thing instead of just something from the movies?❞ Irma questioned, shocked that those tropes from the shows she would watch were actually real. ❝Do you have any cool weapons? Or been to any cool places!?❞
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yes, hi! it's safe to say that whenever i read something of yours, my brain turns to absolute goo during the first read because ecstatic over whatever events you've detailed or references you've included! during subsequent reads, i'm just in awe of how well you craft a story! also, we seem to mesh very well on preferred tropes, so i know there'll more than likely be excellent caliber hurt/comfort! ALSO. should alicia and michael ever divorce - I WISH THEM ETERNAL HAPPINESS; I SPEAK IN HYPOTHETICALS - i can count on you to complete your alicia/domhnall trilogy!
Multiple reads, wow, YOU ARE TOO KIND! This was so nice to read! You wouldn't believe how hard it is sometimes to reel in the pop culture references because I recognize that everyone isn't a walking IMDB who also desperately misses Behind The Music!
At this point, I would settle for Alicia Vikander just being in something good and vaguely watchable??? I tried to watch Irma Vep and it was such a slog that I gave up after two episodes. (The only redeeming value it had was her thing with Adria Arjona who was not in it enough for it to matter!) I get that she's being more selective, I guess, but she is selecting boring things! Fire your agent! I miss Alicia Vikander and Domhnall Gleeson working together and talking about each other. (I listened to a damn podcast for those clowns! I almost NEVER listen to podcasts!) WHEN AM I GONNA GET THEM BEING SPIES TOGETHER??? Admittedly, I haven't watched Domhnall Gleeson's show with Steve Carrell, but I remember how excited I was for HBO's Run (Domhnall! Merritt freakin' Wever! Archie Panjabi!) and then how terribly disappointed I was in HBO's Run. That burn still hurts. I will never forgive them for taking a concept so good and messing it up so badly, especially when everyone in it was looking exceptionally dreamy!
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“Michelangelo Meets Bugman Again”
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Season 5, Episode 8 First US Airdate: September 28, 1991
The Turtles and Bugman tackle an unlikely villain and his swarm of unstoppable super-termites.
We’re comfortably in the middle of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles season five, and today arrive at “Michelangelo Meets Bugman Again”. David Wise is the writer of today’s outing, a sequel to the Dennis Marks-penned “Michelangelo Meets Bugman” from the previous year.
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Raph accompanies Mikey as he visits a news-stand with a view to picking up the latest issue of the Bugman comic book. Our favourite party dude goes on to quiz the news vendor about the title’s absence, and is told that it’s no longer being published. The two Turtles return to the sewers, unaware that they’re being tracked by a bespectacled nerd, who’s been collecting details about them on a notepad.
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Underground, Raphael points out to a dejected Michaelangelo that the end of the Bugman comic shouldn’t get to him as he knows the actual superhero. A flashback follows in which he recounts the events that led to Brick Bradley accidentally becoming Bugman; notably this retelling uses new (and slightly poorer) animation than the first time around.
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When writing about Bugman’s debut episode, I mentioned that it felt odd that both the costumed hero and his arch nemesis, Electrozapper, were real people whose exploits also appeared in comic books. Here we start to explore what was going on with all of that business, as Mikey mentions to Raph that the reason the whole world knows Brick is actually Bugman is that “some dude spied on him and put all that stuff in the comic book”.
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Back in the Lair, the Turtles speculate on whatever happened to Brick, who they haven’t heard from since the events of the previous Bugman episode. Things are interrupted by the sound of an alarm indicating an intruder on the prowl nearby. The group end up confronting the nerd who was tracking Mikey and Raph earlier, finding that he’s drawn a map to determine the location of the Lair. Our heroes are livid as they warn their unwanted guest about the dangers of wandering around in the sewers, only to all end up falling when a platform crumbles beneath their feet. The Turtles land on a pipe that also gives way, dropping for a second time into the dirty water below. As the pipe lands on the team, the intruder runs away.
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Splinter arrives to check in on his pupils. He suggests that while someone finding out about the Lair is a cause for concern, he’s more worried about Brick’s disappearance – a little odd, considering that he never had any interaction with the superhero in the previous Bugman adventure. Mikey heads off to try and find his old friend while the other Turtles pursue the intruder.
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In a rushed sequence, the still-unnamed nerd witnesses a bank robbery and winds up being taken hostage by the escaping crooks. Michaelangelo happens to be nearby too and steps in to handle the robbers before realising the hostage is the same individual who was spying on the Turtles earlier. The mystery man reveals his name is Jerry Spiegel before Mikey finds himself distracted by the crooks trying to escape once more. As the Turtle hurls a well-placed dagger to foil their getaway, Spiegel uses the opportunity to make a quick exit.
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Looking for more information about Jerry Spiegel, Michaelangelo heads to Channel 6 only to find April is away on assignment, covering a robbery at a genetic engineering lab. Irma steps in to help him out, bringing up Spiegel’s details on the station’s computer files. It’s revealed that he’s the writer and artist behind the Bugman comic book, which kinda begs the question as to how Bugman superfan Michaelangelo wouldn’t have immediately picked up on that. Irma adds that the editor of the comic publisher is Juliet Schmooze, and so Mikey decides to call her. Schmooze reveals that Bugman’s cancellation came about after the world discovered that the superhero was a real person, with Brick suing them and bringing its publication to an abrupt halt.
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Putting two and two together, Michaelangelo realises that Jerry Spiegel has now turned his attention to the Turtles, and is planning to reveal the details of their lives (and the location of the Lair) to the wider world in comic book form, effectively making it impossible for them to fight crime and leaving them vulnerable to an attack from Shredder.
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At the genetic research lab, April interviews Professor Higgenbottom about the recent robbery that took place. He reveals that the theft was of a swarm of super termites that can chew through anything. In a rare occurrence, April completely lays into the professor, pointing out to him on live TV what an absurd decision it was to create such destructive creatures in the first place.
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At “WAREHOUSE” - an abandoned warehouse that literally has a big sign out front declaring its intended use – we see a little guy in a home-made costume modelled after Shredder’s. He uses a hypnotising ray on the captured termites, which then fly off to wreak havoc upon his command. This, we learn, is “The Swatter”.
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Michaelangelo arrives at Brick Bradley’s home and learns that he was evicted by the landlady, as “the place was swamped with comic book fans”. Having written Brick off as a troublemaker, she nevertheless provides Mikey with a forwarding address where his old friend can be reached.
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April reports from the grand opening of the Conspicuous Consumption Mall, where the swarm of termites begins decimating parts of the building. Turtlethon favourite Stan, who is working the camera, flees the scene without saying a word. The Turtles see all of this unfold on TV, and rush into action.
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The Swatter arrives at the Entire State Building – not the result of a miscommunication with the overseas animators, that’s really what it’s called – and despite his laughable appearance, somehow manages to scare away everyone on the ground floor. He heads to the roof, where he plans to use his transmitting gear to trap the Turtles.
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April finds herself standing on a ledge outside the mall when the termites begin to chow down, causing debris to rain down upon the reporter before ground beneath her feet crumbles as well. She winds up clinging to the remainder of the balcony, itself being eaten by the bugs, as the Turtles arrive. Leonardo emerges from the Turtle Van’s launcher – making this the second episode in a row where we’ve seen it utilised – and catches the reporter in mid-air, wedging his katana blade into the side of the building and allowing both to land safely.
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Michaelangelo arrives on the scene, explaining to the other Turtles and April how Jerry Spiegel exposed Bugman and now intends to do the same to them. After the swarm retreats, The Swatter makes a loudspeaker announcement from the roof of the nearby Entire State Building that draws the attention of our heroes. Leo, Raph and Donnie head off to confront him, with Mikey splitting off once more to search for Bugman, and April intent on trailing the swarm of termites.
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We’re well past the halfway point of the episode as Michaelangelo arrives at the gates of Happyvale Meditation Center and actually does meet Bugman – or at least Brick, who wears a sleeveless robe and sits outside seeking enlightenment. He tells Mikey that after his role as Bugman was exposed to the public he was hounded non-stop by “fans, reporters, would-be supervillains”. To deal with the unwanted attention, he began a new life at the Meditation Center where he has now achieved inner peace.
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Mikey is insistent that the city needs Bugman to stop the termite problem, but Brick has no interest in doing anything that would interfere with his chilled-out vibe. Infuriated, Michaelangelo drags the former superhero into the Turtle Van, vowing to do whatever it takes to agitate him.
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From the uncharacteristically wonky-looking Channel 6 building, Burne, Irma and Vernon watch as the skyline is cut down by the termites. The sight of all of this is too much for Vernon, who like Splinter, has a substitute voice today as Peter Renaday is still absent.
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The Turtles arrive atop the Entire State Building and can’t contain their laughter when they finally get a good look at The Swatter. He unleashes a pair of wrist-mounted giant swatters before catching Leo, Donnie and Raph on a giant roll of “super fly paper”. Whipping out a notepad, he begins to quiz the Turtles about trivial aspects of their lives.
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In the Turtle Van, Michaelangelo continues unsuccessfully to try and provoke Brick, the buildings around them falling as they speak. They arrive outside Channel 6, where Mikey tries a different approach, bringing up Brick’s fleeting romance with April from his prior appearance. The ex-superhero replies that she was “a truly evolved young woman... I thought she and I might be soulmates”. Mikey uses this to goad him, pointing out that April works in the nearby building and is now in danger thanks to the looming termites. This scheme falls apart when April rolls up in her news van, nowhere near the office after all.
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For some reason April has absolutely zero chill today; much as she did with the professor at the lab earlier, she mocks Brick, calling his robes a “stupid getup” that makes him “look like a pile of unwashed sheets”. Brick is greatly offended and continues to get madder as April throws his claims of having achieved inner peace back in his face, culminating in his transformation into Bugman. The superhero uses his powers to command the swarm to return to their place of origin, and “never harm anyone again”. With that somewhat anti-climatic resolution out of the way, Bugman and Mikey head off to aid the other Turtles.
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The Swatter is continuing to prod the Turtles about all kinds of minutia when Michaelangelo arrives with Bugman, who gets a taste of the villain’s “bug zapper rays”. A smoke bomb briefly incapacitates the insect hero but by this point Mikey has managed to free the other Turtles, and the quartet restrain the makeshift villain. Bugman removes Swatter’s mask to reveal Jerry Spiegel, and somehow the Turtles are genuinely shocked that this annoying little guy with a notepad who wanted to know everything about them is the same annoying little guy with a notepad that wanted to know everything about them from earlier.
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As Michaelangelo had predicted, Spiegel confirms that he was trying to learn everything about the Turtles for the creation of his new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles comic book. When pressed as to why he couldn’t just come up with an original concept, he laughs at the prospect, declaring that he’s never had an original idea in his entire life. Leonardo suggests that he’ll have plenty of time to get creative in jail.
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We wrap up the loose ends in the Lair, where Brick is seen thanking the Turtles. He vows to adopt a new secret identity that will allow him to live without being under constant scrutiny. As he leaves, Brick assures the team that if they ever need help fighting crime, they can continue to count on Bugman. Don’t read too much into that though, this is the last we’ll see of him.
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Leonardo and Raphael laugh at the ludicrous idea that anyone, anywhere, would ever publish a comic book about the Turtles. Michaelangelo pretends to be in agreement, before quietly sneaking off to his bedroom. From underneath his mattress, he pulls out a copy of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles comic book and addresses the viewers at home. “C’mon dudes, admit it – you read it too!”
I have to hand it to David Wise for what he’s trying to do here: it’s clear that he watched the first Bugman episode and reached pretty much the same conclusion I did, that there was a lot left unexplored regarding how this superhero could exist as a fictional character while also being a real guy, and what the repercussions of that would be. As a result, what we get here is an examination of the overlap between being a super-powered crime fighter and a celebrity, as well as some good-natured ribbing of the comics world that the Turtles (in our real world) started off as a parody of before becoming an industry staple in their own right. It’s a vastly different approach to the first Bugman story, which was more of a straightforward superhero pastiche, but one that I personally prefer.
The Swatter is obviously a pathetic villain, but unlike for example Mr. X, or some of the other lacklustre villains we’ve seen over the last year of Turtles, he sucks not by accident but by design. His real name of Jerry Spiegel is a nod to Superman’s co-creator, Jerry Siegel. Juliet Schmooze, the editor of the Bugman comics, is presumably a tribute to contemporaneous Editor in Chief of DC Comics Julius "Julie" Schwartz.
I don’t bring up the quality of the animation as much on Turtlethon as I used to as the various studios handling the show generally have a handle on how the characters are supposed to look at this point, and it’s rare to see glaring visual issues here in the fifth season. Having said that, “Michelangelo Meets Bugman Again” is definitely flakier than I’ve come to expect, never veering into looking outright bad but certainly seeming rushed. Our next entry, “Muckman Messes Up”, will make this one look downright normal by comparison.
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ralucasalmostgone · 2 months
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So because of Andreea stealing Sailor Moon (and me being like..."why can't I be her too?" - she said I can only be Chibiusa...)
when the Powerpuff girls came out, and WITCH and Totally Spies! I never told her what I am and wanna be cause of THAT:
Her obsession with stealing the leader position...
She already started with Blossom (PPG) and then I was like..."no! you're too dumb and I'm too smart to be Bubbles!" Cause she was like: you can be blonde like Bubbles and I fit Blossom cause she's a red-haired girl and you're a blonde (now)"
And I was like: "when did that rule apply for Sailor Moon? cause Chibiusa has the pink hair* and sailor moon has the blonde hair!"
*there's another Chibi with complete red hair, pink is just a version of red
also, BITCH: Blossom is smart me, Bubbles is my drawing obsession and the whole innocence thing anyway! (that I know of, now!)
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So after the PPG incident where she wants to be both a blonde leader and a red-haired leader, I just cut her off from all conversations with me about that.
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And then, when WITCH came out, I really wanted to be the leader (14 years old-like, tops) and suddenly my previous blonde golden hair - turned light Irma brown (after Nela had it cut) - started turning RED like Will's hair.
And after that I was just doomed to a life of coloured hair my entire life! Even orange!
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ellingae · 7 months
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Masterlist
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W.I.T.C.H.
Will Vandom
Irma Lair
Taranee Cook
Cornelia Hale
Hay Lin
Hogwarts Houses
Gryffindor
Ravenclaw
Hufflepuff
Slytherin
Pastels
Pastel Pink
Pastel Blue
Pastel Orange
Pastel Yellow
Pastel Green
Pastel Purple
Pastel Brown
Pastel Gray
Totally Spies
Sam
Clover
Alex
More to come...
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kangasep21 · 1 year
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Irma Sophie Spies Drawing Process • Pencil Sketch Realistic Artwork
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Irma Spies, photo: Letizia Ragno
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