#lackadaisy jj

[cats0naut]

Lackadaisy Chibis

[anjaliprimaveral]

Could you do a version of this meme but it’s Rocky, Freckle, and Ivy?

here it is and the other one from twitter JSJSJSJ

I was laughing a lot while I was doing this HELp

[mooredaisies]

Rocky with the brass boys 🥹💙

[jelliecatmc]

It's the 3rd of December and JJ is looking alllllll festive :3

[phloww]

Q: Does Phlow drink?

A: Illicit beverages tend to give him hallucinations. There was that time Zib gave him a drink before a poker game and Phlow did not expect what happen next. 😲

Art drawn by 0ketlyn-s

[ritzy-reminiscence]

─♣️─ Lackadaisy : Shut-Eye²

⸝⸝ tl;dr : continuing on the shnor mimimimi headcanons from this post ! features the savoys, mordecai heller, mitzi may, and the lackadaisy band as a bonus !

🍺 Nicodeme Savoy + Serafine Savoy

I feel like, after trudging around in the bayous and the swamps and sleeping wherever their exhausted bodies drop on for most of their childhood, the Savoys are extremely picky about their sleeping accomodations.

Think of satin sheets, smooth as cream and fine as silk; embroidered pillows bursting with cotton and feathers; blankets upon comforters upon quilts; mattresses so fluffy and soft you sink into it upon contact. The Savoys demand the best when it comes to their beds, and considering their reputation around Marigold, I doubt anyone is brave (or stupid) enough to contradict their wishes.

And it would be alright if they actually slept in it but like .. they just don't .. well, most of the time, anyways.

Their evenings are spent not in their castle-worthy beds but rather in the Marigold room, chatting and smoking and drinking until the chickens start to crow. And even when Marigold ushers its last guests out the door, a couple dozen liquor bottles and boxes of party food somehow finds it way up the Savoys' suite, where the distinct beats of drums and gossip thrums in the room long after the sun rises.

Honestly, I'm surprised they can manage to go on rumrunning duty after getting shitfaced drunk the night (and day) before 💀

And when they do get to sleep, Serafine in particular really likes the windows thrown open to catch the nighttime breeze. It reminds her of the gales that go through the bayou when she and Nicodeme were lost in there, and as much as she hated every other aspect of the bayou, the gales specifically gave her a bit of comfort during those times.

Nicodeme's a blanket hogger. That's it. That's the post.

ALSOO ,, their room in the mornings is just . Eugh .

Littered with cigarette butts, burned-through matches, half-drunk bottles of gin and whiskey and whatever they could smuggle out of the speakeasy; pillows everywhere, the mattress hanging by a thread on the bedframe, and the sheets all nestled around Nicodeme while he sleeps on his back with his hands clasped together like a princess and while Serafine is 0.5 inches away from falling off the bed.

I just want to address a personal apology to whoever cleans their room up when they're gone because I know damn well the Savoys aren't doing it 💀💀

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🪓 Mordecai Heller

On nights when he's on "Asa's Shadow" duty, I'd say that Mordecai wouldn't really collapse on his bed from exhaustion the second after Marigold closes down and he's free from all the musical notes and murmurs and shrieks of laughter that he's been enduring all night.

If anything, I think he'd really take the time to unwind and calm down. He'd sit at his kitchen table and drink some tea, maybe cook up a couple of slices of French toast to fill his stomach as he never really eats anything that's served at Marigold -- he thinks too many people have touched it and it makes him feel all .. icky.

He'd also spend just a pinch of time cleaning the house; nothing too big, just rearranging some books in the shelves, sweeping the floors and wiping dust off the windowsills and tables.

Oh, and he'd read books before sleeping as well. Thick ones. Hardcover ones. He wouldn't read new books or books that he's put off reading because of his workload, but rather one that he's familiar with. Something he's read so many times that, at this point, he could recite it cover to cover without needing to look. In his mind, it helps him relax and destress because of the comforting familiarity of the paragraphs, the unsurprising and mundane words that his eyes had glossed over so many times before, the feel of the worn pages that his fingers had held and brushed too many times to count.

(Do I want to be a book? Yes. Yes, I do.)

As being a tuxedo cat means getting hot easily -- and that's a massive yikes for Mordecai -- I think that he sets the blanket aside and sleeps without one during the summer. Or if the night is chilly enough to warrant the presence of a blanket, he'd use a thin one, or he'd just wear pajamas and a long-sleeved top.

And I'd say Mordecai sleeps on his stomach, with his arms all wrapped around a pillow. Something about the way the soft, slow breeze of the fan hits the fur his back lulls him into a slumber like no other. Plus, it keeps him from feeling too hot and sweaty.

Tl;dr : Cold pillows, cold sheets, cold room for Mordecai. Anything other than that and he'd much rather sleep outside than have a single bead of sweat show up on his body during the night 💀

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🍷 Mitzi May

Oh honey .. Mitzi does not sleep well, that's all I can tell ya'.

In the timeline of the comic, I'd say that Mitzi rarely gets any sleep, and that she manages to get through the day with a conconction of the strongest coffee she could find mixed with whatever leftover beer she could spare.

Atleast, during the daytime, she has Rocky's shenanigans to keep her mind occupied. But once the sun sets and Mitzi climbs the narrow stairs to the third floor of the cafe's building .. it all just starts to unfold and her facade gives way to weary sighs and smudged mascara.

(Alright, that's enough angst )

On nights where it's not so bad, Mitzi would spend most of her time in Atlas's old office, talking to his painting and keeping him updated on what's happening. By this point his painting has become a diary for her, and although she knew it was stupid, she couldn't help but confide everything to it, as if it were a best friend. Even though his painting never moved, never talked, never offered any words of comfort, Mitzi always finds herself calmer afterwards.

Then she'd go into their - her - bedroom, and she'd start cleaning herself up. She'd do it slow, like it was her first time handling all the creams and washes on her vanity table. For Mitzi, this was when she really feels at peace. When it's just her, her cold creams, and the hum of the building's old heating system running in the walls. There was something in the soft, sure way she kept herself clean that made everything just a bit more bearable.

Mitzi likes to sleep on her side, with a huge pillow right besides for her to hold. Regardless of the weather, she'd keep herself under the covers. She falls asleep pretty easily, but on the nights where her troubles become too much to bear, she just stares at the lights of the buildings across the street, watching each window turn from gold to black, and play a little game with herself in which she tries to fall asleep before the light in the last window turns off.

Unorthodox, but it works everytime.

And in the morning, Mitzi finds herself with a little bit more willpower to carry on than the night before.

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🎷 Lackadaisy Speakeasy House Band (Bonus !)

I've read somewhere that Zib lives in the same building as the rest of the band so ..

Let's just say their landlord hates them. It's bad enough that the sounds of their instruments creaking and groaning along the tight squeezes of the hallway was enough to drive anyone up a wall, but do they really have to rehearse in their rooms, too?

And don't get me started when they having a little (BIG) jamming session. Like, yeah, they sound good at first but eventually it all just devolves into a cacophony of god-awful squeals from someone's saxophone.

Zib himself sleeps on his bed (a thin mattress on a rickety old bedframe .. someone get him a proper bed please .) most of the time, but every now and then the band likes to crash at his room for shits and giggles.

Cue Zib tangled up with Sy on the floor, with Ben sleeping on the bed like he owns the place, and J.J. and Mozzie snoozing in the makeshift bed they made pushing two old couches together.

Hey, atleast they pay their rents on time .. right ?

[aimlovesmusic]

Candy store starts blasting as the get closer

JJ, Zib and Sy

Oh gosh this is cursed

If Tracy ever finds this… what is Sy’s full name?

[westofwyn]

the band watching fireworks 💫

i post a lot more art on my twitter (@jokomyth) so check me out there if u like my stuff! <3

[crystalhedgehog1]

Some JJ art ^^

[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

found out my mom's fav LD character is JJ and my dad's is Viktor, while mine is obviously Mordecai.

Life is good :) including the fact dad calls Mordecai "Malachi" now and thought he was British. One of my fav memories of my dad to date.

[cats0naut]

Lackadaisy Littlest Pet Shops

Decided to some Littlest Pet shop designs of Lackadaisy characters. Enjoy!

[anjaliprimaveral]

Cowboy AU??

idk guys just random doodles

[drama-glob]

do you blame zib and everyone else for being mad at J.J whenever he starts playing in the lackadaisy pilot? or not?

I don't blame Zib and the others just because it didn't seem like the right time for sound effects since things seemed rather down. :/

[sedgewick-gayble]

Nvm I just went through the wiki ♡ who r the guys in Zibs band again

Too lazy to go back and find my og post about it but i think i am actually gonna do that hottest lackadaisy character bracket i mentioned SO uh comment niche side characters you want me to include bc im not combing through the entire comic again for everyone lol

[phloww]

It's #WerewolfWednesday!

After consuming a certain hooch, Phlow starts hallucinating and seeing each of the Lackadaisy band members as werewolves. Jj must have skipped dinner...

Art done by TastefulBean

[cherryistired]

My favorite lines of the Lackadaisy pilot:

Both of Rocky’s poems (especially the last stanza of the first poem)

It’s ~abundantly clear~ you forgot us down here.

I’m not sure lookouts are supposed to make such a ruckus

Begorra! For a moment there, I thought it was your mom!

Whiskey in the jar~

Right, we’ve been sooo discreet up until now.

Excuse me-! *gunfire*

This is a trifling matter.

They’ve got a way of…. festerin’. Allons!

I didn’t! / Didn’t? / Learn to drive!

Freckle’s laugh <3

Actually all of Freckle’s noises

Profoundly unprofessional.

No. Especially now that you’ve alleviated us of our windshield.

Just assume all of Mordecai’s dialogue is on this list

Or… do we have to worry about you gettin’… sentimental about old times?

Ivy’s little “Hot hot hot!”

This isn’t a noise but I love Rocky’s little twitches when he’s exploring the quarry

…Well, I guess that’s a gun!

I’ll draw them away. You start the car. ….Please.

What happened to you that made you hate fun?

Actually assume all of Seraphine’s dialogue is on this list

Ik this is redundant but I REALLY like Mordecai’s “Disable the vehicle”

Nico’s threatening “Hi”

*gunshot* Four… *gunshot* Five… *gunshot* Six. *gun clicks*

Ok fine I’ll put Rocky’s laugh on the list too

Mordecai hissing

Actually all of the catlike movements and noises are great. ESPECIALLY the tails

Come on, mudbug!

…You’re supposed to light it first.

The comic end that makes the tragedy, doesn’t it? Speaking of tragedy~!

Used to be we could drive a whole convoy of trucks in. *watches their last car struggle down the street in growing horror* Now we’re just digging for scraps.

…The door, sweetheart. / Oh, right!

Oh, thank goodness. I wasn’t sure you were alive.

Viktor breaking the shot glass

I drove the car! /Sorry… about the carpet.

The whole bit with JJ

The whole sunset rose cocktail scene tbh I can’t just pick one line

But ESPECIALLY Freckle’s distressed chirp and growl

Oh, just some spent ammo and- / Desecrated graves… / Fractured signage, minor flooding, lots of structural damage!

I fixed it!

Come on! You owe me a dance. / I do? / Yes, I’ve decided.

Ruthless, infamous hatchet man Mordecai’s Heller is calling me to… ask for a ride? / …Yes…