First Post, Haha

If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

May or may not be a bit late to the party, but Happy Birthday to our favourite Symmetrical trigger-man Mordecai!

Thank you very much for the tags @gentlelass and @realbouru !

I've had many more smaller hyper fixations over the duration of the time I've been obsessed with Lackadaisy, but it's one of the only ones that has really... stuck with me.

Anyway, I shall nominate: @sundaesatmidnight @akosisab @rudnitskaia @ahhhh-118 @kablamoo7 @mivanti03 and @annlytical (only if you want to 😊)

cute thing im coming up with

this picrew of yourself and your current hyperfixation !!

no pressure tags @pearlzier @julesssyy @reidsfavoritegirl @whitney23317 @willowsblanket @flowercrownsandtrauma @rottenletter

Reblog to kill it faster

AHHHH, Love it! I couldn't stop reading if my life depended on it, good job 👍

Hey there.

I know this isn't mainly a social platform of writing, and if you don't care for reading my long-ass bullshit, you're free to scroll. But I was very eager to post here a summary of my Oc, Marjorie's Ford life since her birth to when she first joined the Marigold Gang, at least for that couple of people who will care enough to bother reading, since I've always left you in the dark about most of her past up until now. I will make a storyboard with actual drawings to make it more interesting to the eye at some point, but it'll take long, so for now, enjoy what I have to offer.

The recurring year is 1894, and yet another baby girl is born under the prosperous (not for too much longer) Kingdom of Italy. But not just any child, falling short of aristocracy in terms of wealth: daughter to the Opera singer Caterina Casiraghi (Ford) and the handsome but opportunist American notary who snatched the Italian beauty as soon as he was her, Christian C. Ford. Second to nobody in her own home but her older brother, Malcom Ford, Marjorie was still spoiled and pampered from all sides, and for a while, they were happy. 

But of course it was too good to be true, and soon enough Christian's misdeeds came biting back to him, after a life time of biting more than he could chew: the notary and most of his official possessions burnt to ashes in a fire, and although the cause was officially concluded to be an accident, his family knew in their hearts it was nothing but arson: between what remained of the man's belongings, in fact, the wife found multiple letters of a minatory nature coming from some unspecified shady client of the man's, that he had evidently proceeded to ignore. The widow, left on her own with a man to bury and two children to raise,  had no choice but to roll up her sleeves, and the broken family spent the next six years of their lives incessantly hopping from place to place, partially for the matron's role she played in different courts across all Europe as a requested and appreciated soprano, partially to avoid meeting the same early end as the late father and husband may his killers spot them if they stop in a single place too long.

Such circumstances weren't the most normal for the youths to grow up in, and the siblings came out as... not any normal really: while the weight of responsibility hung on the eldest's shoulders, stuck in the role of the "man of the house" and becoming gloomier with each day, the younger could only long to receive that much attention. Daughter unsuitable of inheriting anything, too young to get married to another rich man, and with a voice too small to follow her mother's footsteps into the world of Opera, she soon veered towards theater, her frame, just as small as her voice, nimble and agile, her movements graceful, her scenic presence lovely as she had learnt to emulate from her mother. Still feeling the psychological pressure that was truly only inside her own head from being both female and the younger child, where she couldn't follow her mother's footsteps she instead followed her late father's, soon adopting less-than-savory methods to get ahead in her career, eliminating the competition before it even got the chance to become such.

All prestigious careers however have as much of a raise as they are doomed to have a fall, and in 1914, when the Great War officially broke out, the entertainment business collapsed, specially fields as frivolous as dancing and singing, and the next thing which dropped at dizzingly fast speeds was... the Ford Family's bank account.

The Ford widow, ever the loyal mother and wife, used the last funds she had to send her children to their fatherland America like many other immigrants of the time to seek luck and a better life, and we all can imagine what happened to her, next.

The sole survivors of the Ford Family, at this point aged respectively 21 and 23, were soon separated yet again, however: not any more than a few weeks after they had successfully disembarked in Mexico, in fact, the Italian government spotted them, demanding that Malcom  came immediately back to motherland to fight in the army along all other male, able-bodied Italian citizens of age. The boy, after a lifetime of accepting responsibilities, had it drilled into his very subconscious by this point to always answer the call of duty without question, and so he did one last time, taking leave from his sister and all the money they had left. He wrote his sister letters and send her more money for some time, directing them to Mexico City where he had left her. After a while however he stopped receiving answers from her altogether, an no sibling ever heard from the other ever since.

This is because Marjorie after some months of permanence in Mexico, working some gigs here and there, plus the money she was receiving from her brother, finally saw an opportunity to build a new life all for herself, where she would be the sun, the star of the scene, rather than a mere moon in the backlight of not one, but TWO suns in her case, both mother and brother. Having been a nomad all her life Marjorie never learnt to truly form bonds and emotional attachments to people, always knowing she'd lose them as soon as she had to move yet again; hence the loss of her mother and the betrayal she inflicted on her brother never weighted much on her mind, or so she tells herself. She traveled all the way up to Missouri, where she soon started working as a maid at a certain Maribel Hotel, where a "kind", if sorta odd fella by the name of Asa Sweet welcomed her in his den in exchange of a mere few favors which would cost Marjorie nothing but a constant smell of bleach on her person, due a variety of reasons, and the sanity she had already long lost anyways.

Opportunist sociopath born out of heritage, of circumstances and most importantly of the intrusive thoughts of inferiority inside her own head nobody ever bothered teaching her the strength to fend off, the rest is history.

Happy birthday to Ace! 🥳🥳🥳

Guess who's birtday it is today?

Ace would have been 119 by 2024 and only two years away from surpassing god. Though unlikely, in my heart he is trucking along today continuously baffling Christendom by continuing to live.

I’m not very experienced with animation and i have a tendency to brute force my way through a problem instead of looking up a tutorial lol, but I’m pretty happy with this. The secondary motion in the ears and neckerchief are a bit janky but the tail sway I’m pretty proud of. As well as the anticipation before the yank on the calender.

I also simplified his design a little bit. As much as i love it, the fur pattern can be difficult to track so i left out the spots on his arms and tail. The face stayed the same though as its what most important.

And of course tumblr crunched the quality to hell so heres a little boogie gif with better quality

Ace fanart collage

Made this initially as a wallpaper for my computer. Thank you @akosisab, @rudnitskaia, @spiky-berry21, @aghostnamedcalamity, @tohot4u and zzanimazz for the awesome art. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

Edit: got some more art right after i posted this so i updated it a little

Thank you @sundaesatmidnight for the tag!

1. Poison - Bell Biv Devoe

2. Fire - That handsome devil

3. Hai yorokonde - Kocchi no kento

4. Greek tragedy - The Wombats

5. Looking out for you - Joy again

@ahhhh-118 @gentlelass @acesandocs @realbouru @rudnitskaia @roto-a @aghostnamedcalamity @theunfunctionjunction @akosisab @derpiestdonuts @mothgutzxd @masterpie321 @omletch and @echotheartist !

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Wow..

1. Hayloft II (smashup) - Mother Mother

2. Taste - Skz

3. ITEM - Skz

4. Over you - idk

5. Breakin' dishes - Rihanna

@atlasprefects

@boiling-potato

@xenniboii

@yum-zlurplie

@alinorianddrago

@sayuri-does-skits

@devillemon085

@nia1sworld

@violetstellas-blog

@n0vatsu

@gentlelass anytime Pookie 😘✨✨✨

Third batch of Lack-ocs done!

Åse/Ace Olaug Årud belongs to @acesandocs

Marjorie Ford belongs to @gentlelass

Elizabeth Scott belongs to @akosisab

And last but not least, Aisling 'Ash' Mayfield belongs to @annlytical

Bonus art of Marjorie and my oc Angelique conversing over drinks (most likely in the Savoy's suite).

As always, have an excellent day/night! ✨

Tsym @mivanti03 for the tag! Really appreciate it 😁

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Have a super awesome rest of your day/night y'all 😘

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