#Frepper

[666calistaxx]

Reposting this from twitter but Frepper time!

[kfrances]

is this anything

@lackadaisycats

[tastefulbean]

I missed doodling them so baaad

[sradlightstab1]

frepper wedding photo

forgot but heres the color version

[wickmitz]

just a couple of flappers enjoying the ( very dead! ) ambience of a speakeasy!

bonus queer frepper doodle <3

[kare-valgon]

Happy Valentines Day everyone! 

To celebrate here is one of my favorite couples from Lackadaisy, Ivy and Freckle.

[egalitarian-tomboy]

One thing I couldn't help but notice after another watch through of the pilot is that as soon as Mordecai was distracted by Rocky's dynamite, Freckle got up and ran to Ivy.

He doesn't have a gun, he doesn't have anything to fight Nico and Serafine, but he still ran as fast as he could to Ivy.

You guys he was prepared to die for her.

**Cries in Comic Reader**

YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE DOING TRACY.

[notmariolevi]

So, here's some Art I commissioned @robynsreign to make. Hope you enjoy!

[sedgewick-gayble]

Transfem freckle art <3 woo

[flimflamfandom]

The Calvin McMurray Appreciation post

Calvin. Freckle. Cal. Boy. Fella. Big eyes McGee.

Let’s face it, we all love him. Me especially (I still answer asks as him by the way this is technically a Calvin McMurray ask blog though I might just set one of those up independently)

The short answer to why we love him is, well...he’s Calvin! But why is Calvin so lovable?

Calvin is a handsome young lad

I mean, even withOUT the accent I thought he had, he’s a looker! And with it he seems infinitely more attractive

Look at his eyes! His ears, his fur, his soft gaze, his warm smile. He’s every bit as cute as he is suave. Speaking of,

Calvin is the Smoothest Operator on earth.

“Oh, but he’s a softy! He’s too sheltered, too good natured, he-” Look, next time YOU get a girl like IVY PEPPER, someone who in the context of the story could have whoever she wants, to give you the eye when you’re eating MRS. BAPKA’S COOKING? Gimme a call.

Also that movie kiss? In Liaison? That was some of the smoothest stuff I’ve ever seen. He makes it look easy. But he only works hard. Because-

Cal will do anything for love (And he WILL do that!)

Don’t think Calvin will go the extra mile for romance?

Two words.

OWL. BAT.

But what if you need to rely on him outside of matters of the heart? Well, lucky you, 

Calvin does what needs doing.

Calvin has a body count. Not like that - he’s a loyal man. No, I mean an actual count. Of bodies.

He’s killed.

So if ‘what needs doing’ involves gunplay and senseless aggression, then he’s your guy!

In short, CALVIN MCMURRAY IS A GOOD YOUNG LAD, with plenty going for him! Let’s just hope he ends up fine after...all this stuff.

[lackaroses]

I'm not sure if you've done this, but can you do a Freckle x Ivy moodboard that's wedding themed?

🌹Sorry it took me a bit, I hope it fits🥀

🌹Requests are open!🥀

[hyakwixgar]

They're dating, she's decided!

[lackingdaisies]

mermay thing that shall remain unfinished

[tastefulbean]

So lackadaisy is really good you guys

[sradlightstab1]

Awww a happy family photo 😊

They're totally not terrified at all

we all good 😃👍

[wickmitz]

tiny paws grip at him, fisting into cloth and spiked fur alike to tug him endlessly forward -- and freckle wonders if she notices that he trips over his own paws to try and match her pace. listens to the hightail click-clack of heels ground into stone and polished wood, sees a sliver of assured smile carving it’s way into one tender cheek. there’s a patience and impatience about his accidentally acquired girlfriend that he isn’t sure what to do with, besides his usual awkward staring ; as if behind the veil of choppy, self-made bangs would give him something more than mindless direction or giggles. and something is building in his stomach and his chest all the same, some sort of blockage he can’t dwindle. he, impossibly, nervously, seriously wants to be good for her -- to her! watches how dark fur simmers into something softer and light when they huddle in the backseat of a car, how rays of sunshine catch on the tips of perked ears, reflecting off the pearl white of whiskers, and freckle thinks pretty, with enough of an admiring lull that he sizzles through orange fur straight down to his singular freckle. he wonders if ivy would like it. if there’s things she enjoys about him at all, or if she’s just having her fun. her paw touches his arm, tiny claws rested right below shoulder, so he does what’s expected and follows : leaning where she puts some weight, following her muffled excitement of a command, until lips grace his own, trailing across fuzzy muzzle and onto equally fuzzy cheek. he still … squirms, flinches, squeezes wide eyes shut and feels fear lance through him, always imagining brimstone close by. but he’s getting better at it, this, well, boyfriend thing -- and ivy is nothing but undeterred in a way most people wouldn’t be. so he thinks about it, about growing into this, finding a home within it, somewhere, and moves his head just slightly, a nudging thing, and for the first time places an answering kiss on her neck.