#lackadaisy community

[lackadaisycats]

Salutations Tracy! I am a long time fan and heard the pilot dropped a couple weeks ago! And gosh darnit if it didn't make me feel nostalgic and want to hop back on the old forum and reminisce! But I noticed the forum link is gone with the wind! Do you think you'll ever enable the forums again? Or have they gone the way of the dodo? I would love to see it up and running again, if only to relive the good ol' days. Anyhow, and with much respect and love, thank you. Thank you for giving us the gift of Lackadaisy; it is a tour de force and a much needed light when the world is saturated with glumness and woe. Pardon all the gum beatin', just a real treat to be back on the Lackadaisy train!

Oh, hey! Well, welcome back! We took the old phpbb forum down after a rather nasty DDoS attack that happened during the Kickstarter for the pilot. We still have it all backed up in case there's ever an occasion to restore it (couldn't bear to throw away all of the lovely character creating and writing people did there) but for now, I just don't have the bandwidth to babysit a forum or to try to wrangle moderators for it. Sorry about that. I get that Discord is not really everyone's cup of tea, but we do have a very active Lackadaisy server full of people into art, comics, animation, history, and cats (+ other critters) if you're looking for some community!

[mousecry160]

Extra! Extra!

I drew newsie!

[hot-coco]

Blue Jay

[plutopools]

a little doodad to cheer me up

[flimflamfandom]

Love the Rocky self shippers because instead of saying "I can fix him" they say "Why the fuck would I WANT to fix him?"

[aut1smkid]

༻𓊈𒆜𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮𒆜𓊉༺

[gentlelass]

HEY folks, remember that lion-lady concept I showed you some days ago? Well I have more concept art for her here, and I can officially disclose her name! Ms. Savannah Cordileone, Savannah like the biome and Cordileone which literally translates to lion-hearted in Italian.

(Dialogue translation: Marjorie - "you've gotten... tall 😳 ..." // Savannah - "good to see you, little doll 😏❤️~" )

A woman out of time, strutting about in men's clothes and looking sharper than most in them: mocking the very idea of femininity yet a lover of women herself. With the confidence of a lioness in the jungle, she approaches her target with equal parts a threat and an invitation - love her, or perish. It doesn't really matter to her whether she's loved or hated, only to come out on top, in more ways than one.

If you got any questions about her, or about Marjorie, or the relationship between them, their shared past, feel free to invade my asks, I'll be rooting for you! Hope you like this 💖~ !

[incorrect-lackadaisy-cats]

Calvin: Hey, I was wondering if you could help me out ab--

Rocky: Say no more.

Rocky: Here's a bunch of explosives.

Calvin: Nope. Different thing.

[iammarriedtomordecaiheller]

ooohhh mann

just did an in dept re-read of mordy's wiki page and i practically began sobbing for like half an hour i am going CRAZY!!!!

OH MAN HE GOT INTO CRIMINAL WORK AT AGE 13??? BRO???? 1912??? AND HE KILLED SOMEONE AT AGE 17 FOR REVENGE N SHIZ???? BRO!!!! I AM SOBBING!!!! AND WHEN HE RUNZ AWAY AND LEAVEZ NEW YORK BRO!!! WAHHWHWAH AND THEN HE ACTUALLY HAD AN OK TIME AT LACKADAISYT BUT THEN HE RAN AWAYW AGAIN WHEN ATLAS KICKED THE BUCKET AND THEN NOW HEZ AGAINST THE LACKADAISY GROUP BRO?? HOW DOES BRO DO IT???? HE IS NOT OKAY AND NOW I AM NOT OKAY EITHER!!! GIVW HIM A GOOD ENDING PELASE!!!! IF MORE BAD THINGZ HAPPEN TO HIMI I AM GOING TO EXPLODE!!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH RAAAHAHAHAHA WAAHAH I AM SOBBING RN AAAIAIUOOUAOOAIUOUAOUA I WANNA GIVE HIM HUGZ N KISSEZ RN MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER IT IS GOUING TO BE OKAY BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM GOING OVER TO HIS PLACE RN TO HUG HIM BRB

[anxious-lee]

A Sudden Diversion - A Lackadaisy Tickle Fic

Lee: Freckle

Lers: Ivy and Rocky

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Evidently, plowing an automobile through several thickets and insisting it is a "short-cut" is dangerous.

This may have been a revelation to Rocky, but Freckle could have told him that from the beginning. In fact, he tried.

Yet, here they were: in the Lackadaisy's cluttered garage, mending the battering inflicted on their poor vehicle. The car was nicked and scratched from the shrubbery, not unlike its occupants. The engine compartment would have been just fine had the frenzied tom Rocky not rammed it into a tree's trunk. All in all, the damages were unnecessary and very expensive. To say that Miss Mitzi was peeved at the three stooges would be an understatement. Due to the speakeasy's lack of adequate funds, the car's repairs would need to be done by Rocky, Ivy, and Freckle, as reparations for ruining the car in the first place. Freckle supposed that being placed on mechanic duty wasn't the worst punishment Miss Mitzi could have dealt. Although, if anyone should have to be saddled with this chore, it should be Rocky. He's the one who made the mess in the first place.

But, perhaps it was for the best. It was safer in the garage than it was out there on the liquor-lined battlefield.

All three colleagues sat, working away silently. Or rather, almost silently, as Rocky could only take the deafening quiet for so long before he broke out into a hum. Some tune that neither Freckle nor Ives recognized. The musician himself was made useful by patching up the old paint job, while the two lovers dug through their toolbox, looking for the appropriate equipment to repair the engine.

Freckle had seen plenty of danger in his lifetime with his cousin. Hell, toughing through peril was practically his best trait as an officer in training. But each adventure wore down a little bit more of his psyche. And some nights, like tonight, there was nothing left to wear.

He was exhausted, both from the team's little excursion and the mental power it took not to have a panic attack.

Ivy, who sat at his right, learned over time to recognize these feelings through observation. Because odds were, Freckle wouldn't say it directly. She could pretty much discern and dissect every Freckle frown.

She was gonna make him smile.

She began with a little smirk of her own.

"Car maintenance isn't the peachiest job in the world, but at least we get some quality time together," Ivy said, batting her eyelids.

Brought out of his daze by the sudden sound of her voice, Freckle glanced up at Ivy quickly. He couldn't help but smile sheepishly at her flirtatious remarks.

But Ivy wasn't going to stop there.

"Y'know, I hardly ever get to witness you in your element. Tinkering away with your gadgets, and gizmos, and... whosiwhatsits, " she finished with a flippant backhand toward the toolbox.

Freckle seemed bashful to turn bashful at that.

"Oh. I'm no professional. My mum taught me everything I know, and when it became just me and her in that house, I had to step in and help with the maintenance. If I'm being honest, I'm more familiar with the back-end of a kitchen sink than I am with motor vehicle repair," he cringed.

"Relentlessly humble, as always," Rocky piped in suddenly, "Ol' Freckle Face never could take a compliment, however deserved or warranted."

"Yeah! C'mon McMurray, you're doing most of the heavy lifting here! Little did Miss M. know that when she hired a gunman, she also hired a handyman," said Ivy.

The extra attention was getting to Freckle, so much so that he hadn't noticed when his cheeks began to burn hot.

"It's really not a big deal-"

"I'll say it is, and no take-backsies!" Ivy declared. For emphasis, she burrowed a single claw into his armpit.

Freckle tittered softly and tilted his body away from his attacker.

"Kheehehe, quit it," he near-whispered.

"What will you do if I dont?" Ivy dared playfully.

What to answer with, Freckle hadn't the faintest. His upturned mouth opened and shut a few times, hoping that the perfect reasoning would spring from his lips at any moment. Finally, he spoke.

"We're not gohonna finish our wohork," he retorted lamely.

"Oh yeah? Is that what it is you're scared of? The job?" purred Ivy. She once again buried her pointer claw into the crook of his underarm. It took some more digging than the first time due to Freckle's attempts to keep his arm flat against his side. When she settled into her target, she scritched everywhere she could reach.

"Yehes!" Freckle said, much louder and desperate than he intended. He was squirming a little more now, bent in a seventy-degree angle, but still holding down his position. The first giggle, he couldn't control. The second, third, and fourth, however, he was determined to swallow down. His lips pressed into a wobbly smile, hoping that if he didn't laugh, she wouldn't continue.

That only made her tickle harder.

"You trying to hold it in? Good luck, 'cause my little brothers tried the same trick, and it did not last long," warned Ivy.

And it was true. Before long, his firmly shut lips did nothing to prevent his giggles from escaping. They sounded more like pleaful whimpers.

It wasn't that Freckle hated her little games, but succumbing to something so childish as tickling was easier said than done. Not to mention the fact that they were in public, where any one of the speakeasy's employees could walk in on them.

Within a matter of seconds, Ivy brought both claws into both armpits and was tickling away.

Freckle gave a laugh of surprise, a notch louder than before. He knew there was no fighting her now. The tingly electricity on both sides of his body overtook him, and he slid to the floor, with his back pressed against it. Ivy followed, now hooked by his incredible laughter.

"You crazy kids ought to keep your hands off of each other. Otherwise, people might get the idea that you two are les amoureux," Rocky called from his place at the car, voice shining with sarcasm. He was watching them now and smirking unsympathetically at his troubled cousin.

"We are les amoureux, Rocky," Ivy called back.

For some reason, Ivy holding a conversation with Rocky while Freckle was underneath her laughing pitifully was making the sensation worse. As his face burned brighter, Freckle turned his head away from her in an attempt to save himself the embarrassment of having her look upon his cheesy face.

"Awh~! Poor boy is embarrassed!" Ivy cooed, taking one hand away from his arm and cupping his cheek with it, pulling his face back to her.

"You are practically burning up!" she gasped, "Are you blushing~?"

The saints above could not help poor Freckle now.

He didn't grace that question with an answer and instead whined through his laughter. This could not get more humiliating.

"I missed that big smile! And that laugh. I love it when you laugh. It's so cute!" the feisty woman squealed.

"Nohoho, it's nohohot!" Freckle squealed louder. His paws, which had been tucked in like T-Rex arms to his chest, were now covering everywhere on his face he could reach.

"It's a shame that me admiring you flusters you so terribly, because I'm not going to stop any time soon. You're all mine to adore, Calvin McMurray~"

Holy hell.

The teasing's subject cried out in ticklish agony and released a new wave of laughter.

"This would be easier if- you know- I'll think I'll just- there we go!" Ivy maneuvered herself to sit behind Freckle's head while she pinned his hands under her knees. Now he was on full display, with no hope of saving his dignity.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle~" she teased as both hands came back down to lightly skitter over and across his belly. Freckle laughed uproariously, unable to hold anything back, his pure-hearted cackle ringing out throughout the garage.

It was almost more than he could bear.

Almost.

"DOHOHONT SAHAY THAT!"

"Why not?"

"IT MAHAKES IT WOHORSE!"

"Ah, good tip! Definitely will be making use out of this. Kitchee kitchee kitchee kitchee coo~!"

Ivy moved her paws towards his hips, squeezing them faster than was merciful.

Freckle's laugh deepened in pitch immediately, sounding more like a maniacal cackle.

"Pretty good targets, Miss Pepper, but you're neglecting some key players in this game of torture!" said Rocky.

"It's not torture! He's fine! Aren't you, sweetie?"

Freckle almost said no, but he was too busy laughing. Laughing from an attack he let happen. If he really detested it, he could have ended this from the beginning, and he knew that. But there was no real danger here. Not with Ivy. Not with Rocky, either. He knew they would never hurt him.

Nevertheless, when one is being pinned down and tickled stupid, the only thought your mind will allow is 'STOP'.

Rocky strode over to Ivy's side and looked down at his cousin.

"Me and Freckle used to get into many a battle such as these when we were little tykes. I triumphed them all, naturally, and I still remember his spots," the tomcat gave Ivy a wink and planted himself on Freckle's legs. "You go for the neck, I'll go for the knees."

"ROHOCKY!!" cried Freckle, betrayed.

"Ooo! Those are good ones!" cheered Ivy.

"ISN'T AHANYONE GOING TO WOHORK ON THE CAHAHAR?!"

"No", they both replied.

They began their double team attack on Freckle's tickle spots. Ivy went to work fluttering in every crevice of his neck, while Rocky rubbed and squeezed his kneecaps, occasionally giving a swift scribble to the undersides.

Freckle couldn't believe how absurd this scenario was. Here he was, now shrieking and giggling shrilly like a small child, while his two closest teammates were tickling him to pieces. He didn't bother to question it any more, simply surrendering to his silly fate and taking the opportunity to let everything go. He had been harboring so much guilt and anxiety over the past few days. Over the past few weeks even. What better time to abandon all sensible thought, what better time to look away from his reality of crime and war, what better time to simply be with his friends, safe and at peace, then now?

But he still needed to breathe, so Ivy let up and released his hands from her hold. Rocky dismounted from his legs and backed away cheerily to give the man some space.

Freckle immediately wrapped his arms around his waist and tucked his legs into himself, tail swishing wildly as he let out his remaining chuckles. As he caught his breath, he looked up at Ivy.

Ivy's expression was kind. "You feeling ok?"

Freckle couldn't stop grinning, and it wasn't from the tickles.

"Y-yeah," he sighed in relief.

"Yes, good man, laughing yourself up a storm, now come on, let's take a break from the car and head to the bar downstairs!" said Rocky.

"You mean after the break we just took from our work?" Ivy smirked.

"I don't know about you two, but all this horseplay has worked up my thirst. Whadd'ya say, Baby Face? Want to grab a beer?" Rocky reached a hand down to help him up.

Freckle was repulsed by the idea of drinking alcohol himself, but Rocky knew that as well, using it as a conversational turn of phrase.

The orange cat softened in agreement.

"Sure."

Rock wasted no time in trotting out the door, hungry for an ice cold scotch.

The two stragglers, now alone, slowly followed behind. As they walked, Ivy stretched an experimental pinkie out to Freckle's. He wasted no time in linking his paw with hers and pulling her to his side.

Not the worst of punishments, indeed.

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You know what, I eventually got hungry enough for lackadaisy fic that I wrote one myself. I haven't completed a fic in well over a year, but this franchise is beyond inspiring enough to birth this fic ❤️

@veryblushyswitch @someone1348 @kasey-writes-stuff @ticklyfluffstuff

[dozudoggy]

Two sides, one kitty✨

She will bury a man then dance with his wife all night long at the speakeasy!

[lackadaisycats]

Things have changed a lot for Lackadaisy this year, so our illustrious Head Newt in Charge of Communications is holding another community survey!

Take the Survey Here

It's short and completely anonymous, if you want to participate, and this will help us with planning for localization, merch, scheduling livestream events, and such! Also, we'd really appreciate your input!

[mousecry160]

I drew ruby

[owlispls]

Thanks for the Idea @liquidfisch

Rules: Without naming them, post 10 gifs of your favorite TV shows, then tag as many people as you Like. [Alrighty this is gonna be hard :'D]

If you like to join, please go ahead, of course you don't have to! @nightworldlove @snobgoblin @lghockey @theroughling also if you see this and think it's fun, go ahead 🧡

YOU THOUGHT I COULD CHOOSE, HAH! Bonus, for obvious reasons:

[massobituaries]

Anyone want to commission me to write a fic or draw a lil guy? I'm short on cash and have a lot of stuff coming up

My ao3 is obituaryarchive

If you don't got the cash to commission me could you do me a favor and reblog?

[galaxy-candy-pop]

I did some studies over the hiatus sorry for the long break. Exams!

Also, I bring a suggestion: Read the Lackadaisy comic! Amazing stuff, got me out of art block.