AHHHHH Did An Outfit Swap With The Amazing @acesandocs

Hi ✨🩷🩵 This is a random question that came to me-

If Marianne were a person from our time, what would she be like? Would she have a certain taste or be part of a trend/subculture? Would something in her personality also change or would it remain more or less similar? ^^ Greetings and blessings 🩷✨🩵

HELLO!! ✨❤️ Thank you for the question Madonna! ❤️

In our modern times, her family is alive and well. So she is a rich girly now and lives a much more posh life than her 1920s self.

She isn’t very grateful for her rich life and feels the need to rebel and be with the regular everyday people. Modern Maríanne is a skater girly and when she’s out and about she dresses in a much more grunge/skater clothing. She still loves to box, of course but doesn’t do it as frequently as 1920s Maríanne.

She rarely disguises herself in public so when news outlets take pictures of her, it doesn’t phase her even when her family berates her for acting so crass. Maríanne always finds someway to get back out there. Always involving herself in a bit of crypto scams which puts her on many people’s hit list but she has protection, so she’s fine??

Her personality doesn’t change too much, she’s just a bit more snobby and quite the airhead. Despite being an airhead, she knows what’s she’s doing. She just doesn’t think about the consequences as much as og Maríanne.

Her features are also slightly different though, she’s a lot more leaner and her curls are better taken care of than Lackadaisy Marí.

Sorry it took a while to answer the question but I hope I gave a good answer! :> Thank you again so much for the question Madonna! Really appreciate it ❤️

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OMG THE LITTLE DETAILS AROUND THE WHEEL IS SO AMAZING *consumes art*

This is so beautiful AND I LOVE CANDLE MAURA

THE POEM IS SO GOOD

Fatal Flames

Joining the trend of creating Lackadaisy OCs' portraits in the style of Tracy J. Butler's amazing Lacrimosa that my friends @ahhhh-118 and @acesandocs started this year. :3 Hope I conveyed "Maura's misery" fully.

Happy spooky season! 🕸️🎃👻💀🎃🕸️

spreadin' the maria agenda ONE MORE TIIIMMMEEE <3333

iza's try at a digital sketch!! BEHOLD.

THE LEGEND RETURNS!!!

Omg this is so cute tho, like the colors, the shading, the character interactions are freaking adorable too🥹🥹

MORDECAIS LIL SMILE AND HIM BEING A DAAAD 😭😭😭❤️

The latest issue of The Caturday Evening Post! ✨

Special edition for @aghostnamedcalamity ✨💖✨

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.

🪻👒💜 Cassie 💜👒🪻

Magic mannnn ✨✨

Touched up Vince’s character page, plus heres a bunch of sketches

AWWWWWWW THEMM! THE GIRLFRIENDS!🥹🥹

This is so cute :>> Thank you so much Batty!! ❤️❤️

I love how you draw Marí 🥺🥺🥺

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARÍANNE! 🐍

(I’m not late what are you talking about? 🤡)

Decided to sketch something in regards to Marí and her friendship with Zib.

While it was a pretty late 20th birthday, the band still did some drinking in celebration (after a quick game of poker). In their spur of drinking, she challenged Zib to a drinking race, (yeah Marí try competing with the alcoholic, very smart). The band members placed their bets and uhhh, yeah, she isn’t winning this one.😭

But Happy Birthday to my baby Marí :>❤️

Was kind of afraid to show this but after seeing that other lackadaisy ocs are welcome, lemme show mine then.

Meet Maine "May" Cathnesty. The lovely baker of the Little Daisy Café.

Born in Texas, moved to St. Louis to look for a job, which ended up in the Café.

A 19 year old Maine Coon, with a distinct southern accent. She has a knack for giving nicknames to people based on that person's mood at the moment.

GOD YOUR OC IS JUST BEAUTIFUL I JUST GHJKHGCGFHFJJG HHHHHHHHH what's her favorite food?? (sorry this question is so basic, will come back for her hand in marriage /lh asking more questions!! much love <3)

THANK YOU!!! ❤️🥹 I love your OCs too! The Rose Brigade?? That is such a badass name for a gang and each of your OCs have such a unique flair to them and they’re BEAUTIFUL!!!

And to answer your question (I don’t care that it’s basic, I love to answer them nonetheless! 🥹)

Maríanne favorite food would be Plátanos Fritos (fried plantains).

She used to eat a lot of it as a child, and still thinks about them on occasion.

If you give her a plate of these she will get all giddy and refuse to share it with anybody. (She may also be willing to accept the proposal too, although she would be very confused lmao)

Hope that answer the question, sorry for not including any art in this one! (Kinda want to do that for stuff more lore-related things :D) Thank you for asking though!!