Eager to see if anybody starts making custom clothes for the lil Lackadaisy plushes
Mordecai needs his comfy knit sweater
(art by @lackadaisycats, posted with permission)
Ladies and gentlemen may i show you the multiverse league of Mordecai
Toon Mordecai (no different form comic)
Human aka “ peevish Harold Lloyd)
Early Mordecai “my god look at him so perfect “
Potatoes (special quest of potato Viktor)
Extra drip Mordecai
Punished Mordecai arc
Mordecai but he has a polish gf
Mordecai but he a good father (unlike the canon one never forget Jimmy carter baby)
Mordecai but confess to Viktor and they got married (he still kneecapped him though)
Mordecai form a very good fanfic I highly recommend
Bad hair cut Mordecai he a good runner
Sentient Mordecai he knows everything he knows all his Simps
Louis wain Mordecai
and now folks the most important Mordecai is
All the multiverse league of Mordecai and the narrator was gunned down by miss bakpa including the children
Gideon Schlemiel the anti-mordecai he was not excepted into the league but was given honorable association so he was able to survive the bakpa attack
~ Who's more attractive? ( FINALS! )
Viktor Vasko vs. Dorian 'Zib' Zibowski!
Rules: Vote only for the character you find the most attractive (*or aesthetically pleasing, if you don't find yourself attracted to either); please don't vote off of bias and favoritism!
This is our final poll, make your vote count!
Back on my Lackadaisy shenanigans!
Hi everyone! I apologize for neglecting this acc, i've been struggling with physical and mental issues and genuienly not enjoying my art but I think I can start posting again!
Here are some Rebecca doodles I did that I actually really like! Sorry they're very messy but its a start to enjoying art again! I hope you guys like the various changes to her design!
I might start doing posts called "Rebecca facts" as a way to share things about Rebeccas character and pieces of lore. I know I said I wanted to illustrate her story and such but that becomes difficult when a lot of the time I dont enjoy my art or simply dont have time to draw so this will make it a little easier for me and for you guys to learn abt her character!! Dw ofc ill still illustrate parts and pieces of her story! :)
Im happy to be back and if I die again you guys have absolute permission to dm or tag me in a post and scream at me to wake up THANK YOU!
A short little story I wrote for @wpk12art featuring Halina and Mordecai. Had a lot of fun with this one, hope y'all enjoy it!
The thudding, wet impacts echoed throughout the room. Red splattered everywhere with each hack. Halina’s arms and most of her apron was covered in red, dripping, gushing. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight to her, her yellow eyes fixated on the business at hand. It didn’t matter how soaking wet she was, she needed to get this done. The fur on her hands stuck to her, covered in red as well.
Halina’s ears perked up when she heard the door opening, her tail giving a flick, but she didn’t stop. She had a job to finish.
The footsteps out in the living room hesitated, the owner likely hearing the wet impacts with each hack and chop. When her face was splattered, Halina scoffed in annoyance, a red streak across her face. She swore in Polish under her breath, but she was too determined to finish, she left the red splatter for now…
“… What are you doing?” Halina’s ear perked up again as she slowly turned to face Mordecai. The tuxedo cat stared at her in silence, looking initially alarmed. This much red wasn't a foreign sight to the Marigold gunman, nor was it to Halina. His green eyes looked her up and down, taking in the sight of his lover partially soaking wet, the apron looking exactly like it had just left a murder scene.
In her right hand, Halina held a metallic meat tenderizer, the hammer-like tool’s dripping red onto the floor. Albeit unsightly and messy, Mordecai didn’t focus on that for now. He raised an eyebrow.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Halina asked, finally wiping her face with her sleeve, though all this did was smear more of the red into her gray fur.
“It looks like you’re dismembering someone…” Mordecai noted calmly. Indeed, both of them were rather desensitized to this sort of violence and gore by now. He stepped closer to her. Unlike Halina in her messy, red-stained state, Mordecai was dressed nicely, cleanly, neatly – as he usually was.
The lean trigger man watched his lover with some apprehension, before making his way on over, steering around her, as to not risk her getting red stains on him or his clothes.
“Ah… so that’s what you’re doing,” he said when he glanced down at her handiwork. It was a familiar sight to Mordecai. He’d seen it before, he knew it all too well, in fact. The last time he’d seen a big, red mess like this was…
Mordecai squinted at her, then frowned. “You didn’t get this from my place did you?”
“I did… is that a problem? You borrow my books…” the black-haired female noted, raising an eyebrow herself, fixing him with a puzzled expression. “Or am I doing it wrong? I just followed the instructions…”
“That recipe is no good, Halina,” Mordecai said as he glanced down at the messy attempt at cranberry sauce before him. It looked like a massacre. Red everywhere, fruit meat splattered in a way that so resembled gore like the very gore both of them had seen on the job.
Halina stared at him in disbelief for a moment, mouth slightly open. She sighed and frowned. “So are you saying I made this disgusting mess for nothing? Why do you still have it then? I found it tucked away in your books…”
He sighed and shook his head, but a small, very small smile spread across his lips. “It was tucked away for a reason, Halina… Well then, now let’s go get you cleaned up, dear… Afterwards, we can figure out how to make something more… edible, shall we?”