Lackadaisy Oc - Blog Posts
What would Marianne do for 10 dollars?
Yay!! Thank you for the ask!!
In the 1920s $10 is about $150 according to Google, so she would jump off the Mississippi Bridge into to the river.
In today’s times, if you make a weird drink mix she’d drink it for $10.
But if the mix is downright horrendous, she’ll put you in a headlock or one of those twisty wrestler moves until you cough up an extra $5, $10, or $20 (or all three). 😭😭
THIS IS SO GOOD
*CONSUMES ART*
AHHHHHHH
@ahhhh-118 was very gracious and let me copy her idea for halloween. @rudnitskaia also helped me with the last line of the poem, thank you so much!
I based Åse’s appearance of of Nøkken from Scandinavian folklore. I compare Åse lot with folk myths and creatures, most specifically with changelings. But Nøkken is also a good comparison. With it being associated with water and shape shifting.
I also like the symbolism of Åse kind of embracing the dark and the water. He isn't a naturally mean or bad person I think but he has been treated like an outsider most of his life, which was very dehumanizing for him. After he ran away from home and lost all the people in his life that actually treated him with love and respect he just gave up and accepted his own inhumanity. Being in the water kind of symbolizes him reclaiming the darkness and surrounding herself with it.
The composition itself is based on this Theodor Kittelsen illustration. This was especially fun for me because I was personally horrified of Nøkken when i was little. It didn't help that I grew up near a lake. The Kittelsen painting being a big reason why it freaked me out so much.
HAPPY SPOOKY MONTH!!!👻👻🐍
I’ve been planning this idea for a while and decided to make a Lacrimosa Lackadaisy portrait for Maríanne Villanueva
Thank you to @rudnitskaia and @acesandocs for helping me edit the poem ✨
(It’s been a while since I’ve done poetry)
Lacrimosa lackadaisy comic was originally made by Tracy Butler
DAMMIT MARÍ NOT AGAIN 😭😭😭🥲 FIRST THE TROUSERS NOW THE SHOES???
ALSO AHHHHHHHH AN ANIMATIC??!! IQHAUWHEHWHW❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
I’m so glad you loved it 🥹🥹❤️ Åse is so sweet for carrying Maríanne and her glasses.
The animatic is so beautiful, I JUST—. MY HEART 😩🥹🥹❤️ they definitely went apeshit all over town and purposefully accidentally caused a fire ❤️
Side note: Marí deeply apologizes for her actions (no one taught her how to drink responsibly)
IM LATE IM LATE FOR A VERY IMPORTANT DATE! (I seriously am, I’m so sorry 😭)
This goes to the amazing @acesandocs FOR ÅSE’S BIRTHDAYYYY!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ÅSE!! ❤️❤️❤️
EDDIT YOUR CHARACTER IS AMAZING AND I FREQUENTLY LOVE TO CONSUME ALL OF ÅSE LORE AND ART!! 🔥🔥❤️❤️
As per usual, Marí is taking a friend out for drinks! It is now, Åse’s turn >:D!! (Totally not stolen drinks, totally didn’t raid a club :))) )
IM LATE IM LATE FOR A VERY IMPORTANT DATE! (I seriously am, I’m so sorry 😭)
This goes to the amazing @acesandocs FOR ÅSE’S BIRTHDAYYYY!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ÅSE!! ❤️❤️❤️
EDDIT YOUR CHARACTER IS AMAZING AND I FREQUENTLY LOVE TO CONSUME ALL OF ÅSE LORE AND ART!! 🔥🔥❤️❤️
As per usual, Marí is taking a friend out for drinks! It is now, Åse’s turn >:D!! (Totally not stolen drinks, totally didn’t raid a club :))) )
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Translation: Greeting/Hello from the window!
I was inspired by this photograph to draw something including Åse and her mom. They had a morning ritual where Åse would sit on the windowsill and Solveig would brush her hair. Åce is a morning person and would be raring to go while his mom was still waking up and sipping coffee.
I wanted Åse to look like hes waving his hand so enthusiastically that he might wall of which Is why Solveig is keeping her hand around him ready to catch him if he falls of. I also wanted Solveig to look a lot more tired that Åse. Shes more hunched over her hair isn't properly set up and her eyes are tired. In comparison to Ace who is wide awake and smiling. In the color version of the picture I made them wear green clothes even though their primary colors are red to make the stand out from the brownish red wall more.
Since my OC Mantis got a little attention here, I might as well draw some new concept art of him. Just a practice for his personality.
(yes I hate hands I can't draw them properly)
Some pens I used!
That will be all. Bye darlings!!!
~ ✿
I haven’t posted in a while about Maríanne 😭 but I did this little mini comic based on my mini series called “The Rattlesnake and the Jester” (I will try my best to get the next pages out 😭)
Rocky and Maríanne being traveling buddies and he is not letting her sleep 🤧
In the first year of being traveling pals, Marí trust issues were H I G H 😭
Imagine if Marianne was about to flip me off with her right hand in the dark and her middle finger is black LIKE VANTABLACK I can't even see it like gurl I thought you flip me off why you throwing hands at me—
LMAO I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD MENTION THIS
Like when I first designer and I made her middle finger black, I was thinking about how funny it would be that when she flips someone off you just see her dark middle finger
But the fact that no one would see it in the dark makes me cackle LMAO at that point she’d just use both hands to flip people off
AHHHHH did an outfit swap with the amazing @acesandocs
But with a slight cultural twist! These dresses and our OCs ARE SO DAMN PRETTY, (although the flowers and lace were a pain to draw)
It was really great to be a part of this collaboration Eddit!! Thank you for allowing me to do this with you! I always love a new challenge that will test my skills!! ❤️❤️
I STILL CAN’T GET OVER HOW PRETTY ÅSE LOOKS IN MARÍ’S DRESS 🥹🥹❤️
MARÍ MENTIONEDDDD SHE LOOKS AMAZING!!! ❤️
THANK YOU FOR INCLUDING ME AND CONGRATULATIONS ON 50 FOLLOWERS DUDE!!!!
50 Followers! Part 2: Traditional Edition
Sketch
Y'all have really cool OCs fr🐐🐐🐐
Ernest Stanley - @kablamoo7
Lucille Carlton - @randomgirldraws
Marianne Villanueva - @ahhhh-118
Luc Rossi - @tohot4u
Åse "Ace" Olaug Årud - @acesandocs
Calliope "Calli" Cairns - @spiky-berry21
Cassie - @funfairsundaes
Aisling "Ash" Mayfield - @annlytical
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EDDDIIIIIIIT OMGGGGGGGGGGGG❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
IM LITERALLY TREMBLING WITH EXCITEMENT, YOU DID MORE THAN JUSTICEEEEE. YOU GAVE HER LIIIFFEEEE OMGGGGGGGGGG I CANT STOP SMILING 🥹🥹🥹 SHE LOOKS SO BADASSSSS AND THE RATTLESNAKE IMAGERY?!??????? OH MY GOD, EDDIT YOU ARE LITERALLY SO AMAZING, THAT IMAGE IS SO FUCKING COOOOOOLLLLLLL AHHHHHHHHH❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
ALSO ACE AND MARÍ CHATTING 🥹🥹🥹 ❤️❤️ HAS MY HEART
Did some practise doodles of @ahhhh-118's wonderfull oc Marianne. These were very quick and rough i really just wanted to draw her, hope i did her justice anyhow😊
Prompt birthed by @ahhhh-118!
Textless version.
Calliope: Recollection
(a poorly drawn mini-comic inspired by a recent convo between yours truly and @ahhhh-118, enjoy!)
Translation:
Cairns family homestead, 1917...
Adeline: Calliope?... Where are you going with that shovel?
Calliope: just gonna go withdraw some money, mum.
Calliope (in mind): just a little money...
A few years earlier...
Robert: Oi, Calli! Where yah goin'?
Calliope: Goin' down to feed the sheep, why?
Callum: *narrows eyes in suspicion*
Robert: You've only got a few more bucks in your allowance, so.yah betta make it count.
Calliope: Yessir!
Calliope (in present mind): *sigh*
Calliope (still in present mind): It's just to keep us fed... I promise I'll pay you back... Someday
For context, this follows an eighteen year old Calliope (aka, when she still had long hair) whose mother approaches her about where she's going. Calliope responds that she's going to withdraw money, but doesn't tell her that she's withdrawing money from the secret stash of money Calli and her brothers had stolen from banks and buried out on their families property (they come from a family of cattle farmers). Calli reminisces to herself about only taking a little, before we're thrown back to a fifteen year old Calli with her two older brothers Robert and Callum. Robert asks Calli where she's going and she responds with lie, of which her brothers catch onto. Robert replying with what he knows she's actually going to do, and says to use the rest of what she has in her 'allowance' wisely. As to make it even they had divided up their loot. Calli salutes him with her shovel before we cut to eighteen year old Calli thinking to herself, this time about how she would pay back her brothers the money she took from them to be able to feed her and her mother while they were away fighting in the great war. If they ever did come home, that is...
Woo, that was a doozy! Sorry for making the post so long 😅, there was just too much info I wanted to stuff in. Thank you so very much to the people that read this far!
With that in mind, have a splendiferous day/night!
AHAHAHAGUSJFZTUXBH- *cough cough* pardon me. Just finished Calli's little character poster after... Multiple hours, and here it is!
Transcription (so sorry for the blurriness 😭):
Born: December 6th, 1899
Murray bridge, South Australia
Born and raised on the murky expanse of the Murray river, Calliope was always one for life on her family's cattle farm. And, undenounced to her parents, the life of a small-time bank robber in the latter half of her teenage years. Considered more wayward and rebellious the older she got, it came as a shock to her when her elder brothers, and father, were enlisted in the armed forces to fight in the great war. Leaving only her and her mother to take care of the farm for the years they were away. And by circumstances of a tragic heartbreak, Calliope left her homeland and became a stowaway on a cargo ship heading for the distant lands of the Americas. In the hopes of finding an opportunity to build a new life for herself.
Though as they always say, old habits die hard. With the young Australian lass getting recruited for little pay in the esteemed Marigold gang. Now both a well-known patron, and a long-time bootlegger. Nothing, and she means nothing, is getting in the way of her current life. Or... That's what she thinks at least.
Living a congenial life on the wooden panels and planks of the Marigold room's backstage area, and being mostly forgotten about by a certain Marigold night manager. Calliope enjoys a plethora of... Interesting activities. Those including: Precarious automobile operating, wrangling with almost any cattle you put in front of her, mending household appliances, and dutifully using a shotgun. Her weapon of choice.
Woo! Thank you for reading all that (if you did), Maeve and Angel are going to be here (hopefully) soon. Feel free to ask any questions!
As always, have a magnificent day/night! 😘
💜 Another of my Lackadaisy ocs 💜
🍀 This is Cassie’s little brother 🐰
Did some oc charts for funsies. Fun fact: Aces eyes dilate when hes lovestruck.
og templates here and here
While I’m still working on the next page and some potential doodles :>
Here is a post of some references for Maríanne’s outfits because I didnt want to to obstruct the comic pages 😭:
1. Maríanne’s day dress, I changed the color because personally, blue didn’t suit her
2. I literally looked up 1920s farmers dress, the blue dress is more or less her uniform.
3. This is the brown cardigan she wears on her life on the road
4. I couldn’t find the exact dress but this is the one that I found closest to the one I drew for baby Marí (I forgot to save the image ;-;)
5. I believe this is the reference I used (I forgot to save this one too…) and the og color was green but since I wanted her “darker moments” to appear more monochromatic it didn’t show up :>
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 saw 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.
Haven't drawn Elizabeth or anything colored in a while now lol
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Always happy to help! ^-^❤️
Both the title card and the fic are beautifully made 🥺 the connections back to Åse’s grandpa has my heart🥹🥹🥹
Finally a fic that includes a cannon character. In this case Viktor, its an exploration of what Viktor thinks of Ace and is written from his perspective. It also discusses his reaction to Ace's gender identity which he has a somewhat reductive view of. I wrote what i think would be the most likely reaction from him considering his age and the environment he grew up in. The story takes place after Ace started working for Atlas but before Atlas died. Ace presented exclusively masculine at this point.
Also thanks so much to @ahhhh-118 for beta reading for me and helping me come up with some ideas for the title card!
Content Warning: mentions of gun violence, serious injury, blood and drugs (medical painkillers)
What the hell was he thinking! Just running in like that, stupid kid. Viktor spared quick glances over to Ace in the passenger seat. He’d slumped to the side and was leaning on the car door window now. Don’t worry just drive. Why was he worried in the first place. He was just some idiot kid he’d been saddled with for the night. It was initially just supposed to be him and Mordecai, but the tuxedo cat had gotten caught up in some other business he had to finish. So the kid had been sent with him as a replacement. He just needed some extra muscle anyway so this would be easy, but apparently not. They'd been ambushed on the side of the road. He’d just let the him out of his sight for a second but suddenly he was right in the middle of all the gunfire. The kid was lucky one bullet was the worst he got. He even tried to wave it off like it wasn't a big deal
‘’Jus’ drop me off at the cafe, I’ll be fine’’ Is what he said.
It was almost tempting. This isn't how Viktor wanted to spend the rest of his afternoon. But if he couldn't trust the kid not to run into open gunfire he knew he probably wouldn't be able to get medical help on his own. Viktor pulled up to what he thought was Ace’s apartment building.
‘’Which is- ‘’
Viktor said as he looked over just to see Ace fiddling with the door handle. He managed to grab the back of his shirt before he could face plant out the door. Once the Slovak managed to get the boy safely back in his seat, he grabbed a coat from the back and got out muttering a foreign curse ot two while quickly making his way to the other side of the car.
‘’Apartment number’’ he said sporting one of his infamous glares.
‘’…407‘’ Ace coughed out.
Viktor offered him a shoulder to lean on but he refused. Why was he so stubborn about this. Ace was usually overly familiar him. He sighed and handed Ace the coat. The kid wrapped it around himself, making sure to cover any signs of his injury. It was almost comical how big it looked on him. Hopefully his neighbors would just think he was drunk, the way he stumbled up to the elevator. With the push of some buttons and a metallic whine they were on their way up. By now Viktor could see the kid was struggling to stand up. As the doors opened he hooked his arm under the smaller cats shoulder.
‘’I said I can-‘’
‘’Now is not time for whining.‘’
The kid grumbled but relented. They made it into the apartment without much trouble. Viktor let Ace down the nearest chair.
‘’Keep pressure on it. I will go call doktor.’’
Ace only nodded. Viktor supposed he was to tired to refuse the help at this point.
A quick call and half an hour later Ace was being seen to by one of Atlas’ on-call medics. They tended to work odd hours usually having to be available to tend to his personnel at any time. Viktor stayed in the kitchen as the older woman worked. It were three rooms in total a bedroom a bathroom and the main entrance room that was also a kitchen. The apartment was competently furnished albeit almost everything was miss-matched. Just the plates sitting in the sink were different colors and materials. The only unusual piece of furniture in the apartment was a almost pristine sewing machine and table. A few shelves hung on the wall in front of it with a robust selection of threads, ribbons and other textile accessories Viktor couldn't name. And a bigger box of fabrics sat underneath the table next to a small stool, that was presumably pulled out when the machine was in use.
Viktors ears twitch as he heard the doctors footsteps exit the bedroom ‘’I removed the bullet, dressed up the wound and gave her some pain killers. I’m about 83% sure the bullet didn't hit anything vital but if she starts spitting blood call me back up.’’ She said with a huff wiping the sweat from her brow with her sleeve.
‘’She?’’
‘’Yeah you know, in there‘’ gesturing to the room behind them with her thumb.
Viktor blinked a few times brown furrowing in confusion, he opened his mouth about to counter her but the doctor interrupted him seeming to be in a hurry.
‘’She’s stable for now but you should still monitor her. I have a few more stops to make tonight but if she gets worse ill probably be able to make time to come back… probably’’ And with that she was out the door
Viktor stood in the kitchen for a moment contemplating the medic's words. He peaked into the bedroom and he saw Ace lying on the bed near the window wearing a pair of pajamas while his old bloody clothes slung over a the back of a chair, along with what looked some old bandages. It was much clearer to see now that the medic had not been lying.
He retreated back to the kitchen slumping down on by the table as he furrowed his brows. He had always thought there was something off about the kid. He looked remarkably young for a man of 20 and his voice was light and raspy. He could have just been lying about his age. Viktor had raised the the thought to Atlas once but was assured he didn't need to worry about it. He tried not to think about it, he wouldn't be the only teenager in this line of work thats for sure and besides he or she? Had always done their job well for the most part. And it wasn't really any of his business. He had enough to worry about. But he couldn't stop wondering why. why was she here, doing this job. why was she pretending to be a man. Didn't she have a family or something.
He was brought out of his thoughts by a loud thump. Like someone had dropped a sack of potatoes on the ground. Peeking back into the bed room there he was sprawled out on the floor the tip of his tail swishing quickly back and forth in frustration. H-she was trying to push herself up from the ground but couldn't quite manage before it became to painful. Lying on her side holding her ribs, her eyes looked bleary as she noticed Vikor reaching down for her. Viktor gently lifted her up and placed her on her bed. He was about to stand up and leave when a weak hand gripped his forearm.
‘’Jeg vil ikke være alene… jeg er redd’’
He gently tried to shake her off but she was persistent
‘’Nei … morfar…’’
She was completely out of it. Slurring her words and sniffling? He’d never seen her cry. He’d never really seen her show any other strong emotion than erratic glee.
‘’Kan du lukke vinduet?’’
She limply gestured towards the open window to the left. He looked back at her and she seemed almost scared of it. He slowly made his way over and closed it, it seemed to make her more at ease. Victor slowly made his way to the door but was interrupted again
‘’Ikke dra fra meg!’’
She was openly crying now and reaching for him. He sighed and pulled up a chair and sat beside her. She relaxed back into bed.
‘’Kan du synge noe?’’
He thinks she was asking a question by the tone.
‘’Sleep naov, ask later.’’
She looked at him for moment but eventually responded
‘’Det går fint. Så lenge du ikke drar.’’
She closed her eyes and rested her hands between the pillow and her head. She almost looked like a child. Sighing as he looked out the window he though he’d keep an eye on her for a few hours before leaving, and maybe he could confront her about I tomorrow. Then again he didn't wasn't to deal with whatever drama that might cause. He should probably just act like it didn't happen. Maybe he could push her to quit, she had to just have run away from home right. He’d just have to get her to run back. But what if hse didnt have anywhere to run back to, he tried not to dwell on it. This wasn't a place fro her. Åse grunted as she shifted on the bed, her wound clearly bothering her. She looked pitiful.
‘’No place…’’ he muttered softly
A translation of Ace's dialoug at the end:
‘’Jeg vil ikke være alene… jeg er redd’’ - ''I don't want to be alone… I'm scared.''
‘’Nei … morfar…’’ - ''No… Grandpa…''
‘’Kan du lukke vinduet?’’ - ''Can you close the window?''
‘’Ikke dra fra meg!’’ - ''Don't leave me!''
‘’Kan du synge noe?’’ - ''Can you sing something?''
‘’Det går fint. Så lenge du ikke drar.’’ - ''It's fine. As long as you don't leave.''
Authors note: Ive mentioned before that Viktor reminds Ace of his grandpa. They have the have the same body type and bright red fur. And while being very sweet to his family, Ace's grandpa could be similarly grumpy and quiet to other people. In Ace's pain killer addled mind he probably remembered some time in his childhood when his grandpa took care of him when he was sick and confused Viktor for him. Aces grandpa was also liked to sing, which is why Ace makes that request.
I imagine Aces grandpa sounding like Alf Prøysen who is a Norwegian musician among other things. He is probably best remeberd today for the children's music and books he wrote. There are some reference's to his songs and stories in the title card.
I hope i managed to catch all the spelling mistakes and fix up any weird wording lol.
THEY’RE SO CUTE
I cackled at #2 like Rosemary’s ⚫️〰️⚫️ is amazing Lmaoooo
Porcupine and a honey badger
It’s good to see you back 🤧 and thank you for blessing us with the Maine nostalgia 🥹🥹
That animation WIP looks very yummy too 😤 the hair animation???
To all the lovely peeps who welcomed me back tysm 💜💜💜
It feels nice knowing ppl who I havent met irl also cared 😭💜
so lemme show u my animation wip:>
Oh and
*yeets a bunch of nostalgic Maine/Garret&Graham + my fanarts*
Imma post part 2 lol
Part 2
now for the lovely ppl who will be struck by my nostalgia:
@yanci-indigo @akosisab @ahhhh-118 @rudnitskaia @acesandocs @aghostnamedcalamity @tohot4u @mivanti03
Imma just drop this OC sketch of my boi mwhehehe
*In Walter White’s voice* Someone cooked here.
THIS KICKED ASS THO!!! Like the fighting scenes??!! I live for the manga style 🙇♀️ it’s amazing!!
I also love how they just ran for the hills at the end 😭😭 lmao
Can’t wait to see what you make next!!
Finally finished my first ever oneshot comic! Not really too deep of a story since I am again learning to make chapters before I work on Adam and Elizabeth's story ;). I highly recommend reading this zoomed in instead of scrolling.
The beginnings of one of the most dangerous men in early 1900s Chicago. Antonio and his crew are gonna climb their way to the top of the criminal underworld.
This was pretty fun ngl haha, even if it took like a month and the backgrounds were super lacking. Might continue this story or start with Adam and Elizabeth's chapter 1 next.
🩰🎀 Finished drawing Silvia Lovelace! 🎀🩰
It was a challenge for me to adapt Mau to the style of the Lackadaisy pilot, especially because my own artstyle is very different. But it turned out to be a very interesting and useful exercise. :3 Love the result. ✨
I have no excuses for this tho :D
THE LAD
✨Benjamin Footlight✨
Thank you to all who interacted with the recent pages of “The Rattlesnake and the Jester” your comments are so sweet 🥹❤️
In the meantime, while I work on the next page, here are some doodles I made a while back of Rocky and Maríanne
(Forgot to add this on the recent pages but Rocky Rickaby belongs to Tracy Butler of the Lackadaisy series)