#OC: Serafine

[streetsofsecrets]

The moment Carlo turned his back, he put on the biggest smile for Michael - telling him to pick out one of the plush Pokemon that he wanted. The price tag may have said $30.00 but he had to leave a good impression on the girl in his midst. Michael was too blinded by the excitement of having a new toy that he didn't think twice at his brother's sudden optimistic behavior.

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[airenrts]

Hannah is now canon!! definitely true!!

[aghostnamedcalamity]

Does Benjamin ever have an encounter with the Savoy twins? He likes pigeons, maybe he'd want to see Sera's chickens.

I feel like the twins would give him an uneven amount of change and Mordecai would have a fit when Benji showed him.

Mordecai wasn’t too keen on anyone knowing Benjamin, unfortunately! Mostly for his own privacy and Benjamin’s safety (He’s racked up a pretty extensive list of foes I’d say)

But the idea of the Savoys using Benjamin as a means to torment Mordecai made me laugh so much 😂 he’d definitely hold the chicken at least once!

[ladybugkisses]

So, random thought, but what if Ari and Serafine met? I don't know how well that would go, but who knows, it could be funny, or something.

..... ...or something

[m0uthh]

1 serafine drawing for today bc I've gotten busy with artfight and I've been traveling to visit family so I won't be able to draw serafine as often 😭😭 which is disappointing to me

But anyways 2nd Drawing is a drawing i drew of my originally human...lackadaisy oc 👍👍 her names Judith and she's a burlesque preformer and a flapper 🙊

[sid-noxious]

i've got a lot of thoughts ab them

[inkteresting-art]

Just gonna torture my babies to make myself feel better

[hongduongn120]

Was playing some Fallout: London and i saw one of the characters wear this gorgeous business dress and then I thought "What would my favorite look like in this?" and voila!

[bambiebee]

Let’s go lesbians!

[sylviaknightingale]

So I rewatched the Lackadaisy pilot and took so many screenshots, and I decided Sylvia would fit perfectly in that empty spot beside Mordecai!

[a-libra-writes]

Ello! may I please request some of the Lackadaisy characters reacting to a ridiculously tall male reader joining their crew?- like hit their head on every doorframe tall?/jk- but in all seriousness, maybe like 8ft or something?

okay im going for like 7ft or so because that SLIGHTLY more reasonable but not by much; idgaf tho this is funny. Also if you will please imagine this as a lanky ass oriental cat a la Pangur of pangur-and-grim fame. also featuring lots of bi cats, because I say so.

Lots under the cut!

♣️Rocky - Oh!! That's a big one! He makes endless "how's the weather up there" jokes (some are so weird) and has lots of ... stories ("St. Louis' very own creature from the river bottoms, only arising when the fog is heaviest!"); it really brings him back to his circus barker days. The first time you picked him up he was momentarily stunned, also he may or may not have climbed up you like a kitten when something startled him. It only happened once, okay? He's also fond of swatting at your absurdly long tail, as in it distracts him mid-sentence and he just has to take a swipe. Look, this probably won't awaken anything in him.

♣️Freckle - First thought? Terrifying, even when you bonked your head pretty bad on the doorframe. Okay, well, you were a little less scary after the third time. He's used to being smaller than most men, but something about you just towering is nothing short of creepy, especially if you have a more tough or intense personality. If you're a kinder soul, Freckle relaxes much faster. When you both have to pile into the back of the car, he feels really awkward about how you have to contort and twist yourself. Jeez, that doesn't look comfortable ... and somehow it makes him feel a lot smaller, which he doesn't appreciate.

♣️Ivy - Omiiigossshhh, the girls at school are not gonna believe this. She beelines to you right away, delighted with the novelty she's discovered. Naturally she wants to dance, and she'd be so shocked and delighted if you were elegant in spite of your lankiness - that'll get her a crush right away. Don't worry, if you're more clumsy, you're still cute! She thinks everything you do is "cute", even if you have the face of a thug and the body of a furry noodle. Having to scoot into cars, towering over the bar when you sit on a stool, your shirt sleeves nearly going to your elbows? Cute! She'd love to buy you something real fancy that fit, she just knows you'd look sharp.

♣️Mitzi - Oh. Oh my. Not her usual taste, but with the right clothes and some pomade, well, you'd be a proper gentleman. Mitzi is already plotting to get you a nice suit made, and good naturedly notes you ought to eat more or the wind will knock you right over. She already feels small next to Atlus and Viktor, but that's doubled with you. Sometimes it makes her a little uncomfortable, but she knows you don't mean to cause the discomfort. If she got you a real nice suit and a gun, you'd be an excellent guard for when she's out and about ...

♣️Viktor - He tries to recall the last time he was this much shorter than someone ... When he was twelve, perhaps? He feels zero intimidation from you, though. Viktor's confident he could snap you in half if need be. Hm, if they got some muscle on you, you might be able to handle some serious firepower... He thinks on it. Oh, and now he isn't the only one having to dodge doorframes. If you're a less violent-inclined person, many times he's growled at you to stop being so slack-jawed and try to look scary, especially when you both are supposed to be guarding.

♣️Zib - Wow yeah okay this is awakening something in him for sure. The musician gets a little hot under the collar when you stand really close and he has to look up, or god forbid, you bend down to his eye level. He has no idea why he's feeling both aroused and terrified, and what that's supposed to mean. Once you said "good boy" as a joke and he nearly tripped and fell off the stage. He's this hopeless even when you're a dork; if you're actually a smooth operator, he's doomed.

♣️Atlas - Yeah, it's not hard to figure out how you stood out to him. You were offered a job, and though you're much lankier than a triggerman out to be, Atlas has plans. Just some fattening up, some practice with a gun and a well-made suit (your Christmas present, in fact), and you cut quite a shadowy figure. The suit is probably the finest one you own, and the only clothing that's fit in years. Mitzi helped choose the color.

🏵️Serafine - She's intrigued right away, which is no surprise. Most people notice you right away, and it's even better if you work for the Marigold gang and she gets to have plenty of time to flirt and bother and amuse you. Serafine is doubly entertained if you're a more clumsy or nervous sort. She loves calling you "le fantôme" or "le boogeyman", and very much admires when you use your height to frighten someone they're having a "talk" with. She has absolutely grabbed your long-ass tail to get your attention.

🏵️Nico - Listen. He's been with men before - not as much as women, mind you, and he's always preferred those who are smaller than him, which is most. But look. You're a tree, he's a squirrel. No shame, you're cute and he'll say it. He can probably pick you up just fine (which he's very proud of) and laughs if it embarrasses you. He's very interested in how you might fight, and has given you several tips on how to use your unusual size to your advantage when going hand-to-hand with someone.

🏵️Mordecai - Yes this is definitely awakening something and he doesnt want to think hard about it also why is EVERY damn person around him a tree -- You drive him up a wall for many reasons. You slouch all the time, your clothes never fit right, you don't carry a gun that would work best for your long fingers. The Savoys joke about you being Mordecai's "project" because he keeps fussing over you. Though they must say, it's a lot easier to get information out of their targets when they have Mordecai's signature glare and a terrifying cryptid looming over him.

⛰️Wick - Oops! All those feelings he's repressed since boarding school are coming out. Note you could be awkwardly trying to get through a doorway or climb out of a car, with clothes that don't fit quite right or trying to finesse a gun that's too small and he is just, totally enamored. If you have more of a scary demeanor - or you put on that act when you're working as Mitzi's bodyguard - then he's still enamored, just with a dash of fear. So. That's confusing.

[streetsofsecrets]

i was tryna just get a resemblance to taral hicks with the hair but honestly its cute forreal 😩

[airenrts]

Q&A with Hannah pt. 1

Don't worry!! I will also answer questions here, just a little later

[vo-1-c-3]

tbh I just really wanted to draw Serafine

Working on Effie’s design as a Marigold, I’d think that she looked up to Serafine and ungodly amount and copied some of Serafine’s looks into her oufits/clothes.

I think I may post each Effie and Serafine by themselves in a reblog later.

[phloww]

ARE YOU REAAAAADY?

A continuation of Phlow being captured and tied up by various Lackadaisy characters. This time, there are 3 characters!

Art drawn by 0ketlyn-s !

[whatavery]

Match Maid in Heaven (Art Trade)

From the second floor window, Lenora could overlook the grounds outside the Weiss family’s large house. She could see the driveway where guests would arrive. In fact, even now she could see a black car pulling up. It was a new model – at least she thought so, based on how shiny it was. In truth, Lenora didn’t know much about cars, but she could tell it looked expensive.

Her fingers closed themselves around the shiny, smooth rock in her palm, the pad on her thumb gently tracing circles along it. But she also knew now was not the time to sit around. In fact, she really shouldn’t be taking this many breaks. The manor wasn't going to keep itself orderly, after all.

Brushing her blonde locks out of her face, Lenora pocketed the stone and set about continuing where she left off, dusting off the windowsills and various edges. Though she knew her employer got up to all manner of business, she wasn't at all privy to it. And why should she be? She was just a maid.

Not that she minded, of course. Though many might see the job as a maid as demeaning, Lenora didn’t mind it. It was a quiet, dependable job, and as a live-in maid it also meant she had a nice place to stay, even if it wasn't her own. Granted, it was not an easy job by any means, and Lenora knew many certainly wouldn't think of it as particularly challenging. But those people also hadn't ever had to do housekeeping in a place as big as the Weiss manor. She knew the only people who owned a place like this weren't the ones doing the maintenance on it.

No, that was all down to her and other people they hired.

Lenora eventually did find herself downstairs soon enough where she continued her work. As she continued dusting off shelves, windowsills, and her employer’s belongings, Lenora heard approaching footsteps from down the hall along with voices. The hallway floor had been newly cleaned and shined up, the wooden floor practically sparkling as sunlight from the windows hit it.

As Mr. Weiss and his company passed behind her, Lenora kept her eyes on her work. No one greeted her, as was to be expected. She was just a maid after all. Her ears perked up slightly. From the sounds of it, it was a small party, she could count at least four pairs of footsteps. Not many voices were speaking, though Lenora did recognize Mr. Weiss’ voice. He was conversing with a deep, gruff voice. The owner of the voice broke into a loud, barking laugh that made Lenora jump, the fur on her entire body standing on end for a moment.

Luckily no one seemed to have noticed. As she continued working the windowsill, Lenora sighed to herself. She shouldn’t be so jumpy, but she couldn’t help herself. She’d never liked loud voices.

However, as the sun disappeared behind a bank of clouds, the lack of sun rays made it easier to see the reflections in the big window. She could see her own eyes staring back at her. But when Lenora raised her gaze slightly, she saw another pair of eyes, which gave her a start. Whirling around, she came face to face with a stranger – and what a stranger he was.

The stranger before her was considerably taller than her with a strong build. He was certainly dressed quite uniquely, not at all like Mr. Weiss’ usual guests. Lenora was so used to seeing men show up in fancy, expensive clothes., but he was dressed in attire that was far more casual than what she usually saw here. The taller man had a handsome face, his fur a light gray color with darker accents on top of his head, the tip of his tail, his hands and… Why was he barefoot?

“Yes? Can I help you, sir?” Lenora asked in her most courteous tone. It was standard, even for guests. A maid’s behavior would reflect on their employer, after all.

“Oh, no, I was just ‘avin’ a look around.” The stranger had an accent unlike any Lenora had ever heard. She had to think for a moment, trying to decipher in her head what she’d heard him say. His accent was quite thick. “Just seein’ what’s in this place. It’s full o’ nice things.”

Was… was that meant to be flirty? Lenora honestly couldn’t tell, but she chose to assume it wasn't. She offered him a smile as she looked up into those bright, yellow eyes of his. “Ah, well, you should try to catch up with Mr. Weiss and the others – wouldn’t want you getting lost here.”

“Ah, imagine that, I got lost here with no one to talk to but you.” The bigger cat chuckled in that deep voice of his as he smirked at Lenora. “I just might need help getting’ back to ‘em.”

“Right…” Lenora wasn't entirely sure what to make of this strange man. “I’ll show you the way, Mr.…?”

“Nico Savoy, cher. And what’s your name?” the taller cat asked as he followed her. His footsteps were like heavy thuds on the floor, even despite the fact that he was barefooted. Lenora wasn't sure what to make of that, it was quite strange. Her employer sure had started to keep some strange company.

“My name?” Lenora asked after a few seconds of silence. She wasn't used to being asked that by Mr. Weiss’ guests, it had taken her a moment to realize that he had asked her for her name. “Lenora Novak, Mr. Savoy. I'm just a maid, though.”

“Ah, but it’s a pleasure to meet ya’,” Mr. Savoy responded with a chuckle. “Maids are important. They’re just like me.”

“In what way?” Lenora found herself somewhere between amusement and skepticism as she gazed over at the taller man by her side. He looked to be as close to a maid as Mr. Weiss was to poverty. She hadn't the faintest clue what he meant.

“Well, you ‘n I we both go do the big boss mans’ dirty work,” he told her, sticking his hands into his pants pockets as he walked by her side, meandering along. His strides were longer than Lenora's, so she had to walk faster to keep up. “We both clean up I s’pose, cher.”

There he went, calling her that word again – ‘cher’. Lenora hadn't the faintest clue what it meant, but it sounded somewhat nice. Especially with his very distinguished accent. She couldn’t recall ever hearing any accent like it and Lenora knew she’d be hard-pressed to even pinpoint where it was from.

Lenora and Mr. Savoy found the party in one of the sitting rooms on the second floor. Mr. Weiss, a tall white cat with light cream highlights encircling his face was dressed formally. As he always was. Lenora couldn’t recall ever seeing him dressed anywhere near as casually as Mr. Savoy was, even when he didn’t have guests.

Apparently, Mr. Weiss had been in the middle of an anecdote when Lenora and Mr. Savoy found him and his small party. The white cat paused as all eyes turned towards them, though Lenora tried not to pay too much attention to how many people were looking her way for once.

“Please do excuse me, Mr. Weiss. I was simply helping Mr. Savoy find his way here,” she hastily explained. She even did a courteous little bow for him, before she turned to leave.

“Ah, Lenora, before you go. Would you be so kind as to fetch us some tea?” Mr. Weiss’ tone was as proper as ever, though the older male had a way of always speaking with a bit of edge in his voice. He had an authoritative aura about him that had always been rather intimidating to Lenora. She cast a brief glance around the party as she did a headcount. In her boss’ company was a heavyset, bright-furred cat around his age; there was a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Mr. Savoy, clad in similarly casual attire, a dress, the likes of which Lenora had never seen; and lastly, a strange tuxedo cat who stood with his hands crossed over his lap, back stiff as a board. He was dressed just as sharply and formally as Mr. Weiss.

“Of course, sir. I will be back shortly.” Lenora cast one last, long glance at Mr. Savoy who smiled at her – he was the only one who did. Barely anyone ever paid much attention to maids. And unsurprisingly, everyone else had turned back towards Mr. Weiss as the owner of the manor continued speaking of whatever it was they had been discussing. Lenora was privy to a few of her employer’s secrets, but she knew far from everything the white cat got up to, or who he did business with.

As Lenora left, she couldn’t help but get a bad feeling about these strangers… whoever they were…