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I did the thing <3
Halina belongs to the amazing @wpk12art !! <3333
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wpk12art · 8 months
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Out of my headspace.
After a long night and infuriating work..
Some hours had passed. Both were already laying in bed together. Mordecai however was reading this time, keeping him relaxed but alert if anything would happen. Halina laying next to him. "sleeping", peeking with her eyes a couple of times to see what page he was on.
The black cat could feel how the grey one snuggled closer, cuddling and tangling their legs together. It... it felt correct... that was the way he was describing these new sensations and feelings towards Halina or while being together.
But it was rather clear she wasn't sleeping, catching her peek.
"Is perhaps something troubling your mind and keeping you awake? Or you simply want to outlast my time awake to prove a point?" Mordecai let out without gazing at her at first. He then looked at her, with a far more gentler look, wondering what was causing her to act on this particular way tonight out of all nights.
She nuzzled his chest softly. "I just want to be close... it's a chilly night tonight~" She mumbled. And that was a lie, but perhaps she wanted to stay close. More than usual. "Though.. if I'm occupying your space too much I can leave to my side of the bed." she let out with a small pouty face as she looked up to him with those half lidded eyes.
He rolled his eyes before closing the book. Giving her a faint smile as he put his pince-nez and book away, lowering his back so both of them were resting, allowing Halina to get closer as she pleased.
"Perhaps something like this?" The one with green eyes asked trying to be a bit coy, denoting how needy she seemed.
"Perfect." she simply let out while resting her head against his chest again, cuddling close to him as she wanted.
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lackaroses · 3 months
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🌹Halina & Mordecai🥀
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🌹A board based off @wpk12art’s Lackadaisy OC and Mordecai 🥀
🌹Requests are open🥀
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whatavery · 5 months
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A short little story I wrote for @wpk12art featuring Halina and Mordecai. Had a lot of fun with this one, hope y'all enjoy it!
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The thudding, wet impacts echoed throughout the room. Red splattered everywhere with each hack. Halina’s arms and most of her apron was covered in red, dripping, gushing. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight to her, her yellow eyes fixated on the business at hand. It didn’t matter how soaking wet she was, she needed to get this done. The fur on her hands stuck to her, covered in red as well.
Halina’s ears perked up when she heard the door opening, her tail giving a flick, but she didn’t stop. She had a job to finish.
The footsteps out in the living room hesitated, the owner likely hearing the wet impacts with each hack and chop. When her face was splattered, Halina scoffed in annoyance, a red streak across her face. She swore in Polish under her breath, but she was too determined to finish, she left the red splatter for now…
“… What are you doing?” Halina’s ear perked up again as she slowly turned to face Mordecai. The tuxedo cat stared at her in silence, looking initially alarmed. This much red wasn't a foreign sight to the Marigold gunman, nor was it to Halina. His green eyes looked her up and down, taking in the sight of his lover partially soaking wet, the apron looking exactly like it had just left a murder scene.
In her right hand, Halina held a metallic meat tenderizer, the hammer-like tool’s dripping red onto the floor. Albeit unsightly and messy, Mordecai didn’t focus on that for now. He raised an eyebrow.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Halina asked, finally wiping her face with her sleeve, though all this did was smear more of the red into her gray fur.
“It looks like you’re dismembering someone…” Mordecai noted calmly. Indeed, both of them were rather desensitized to this sort of violence and gore by now. He stepped closer to her. Unlike Halina in her messy, red-stained state, Mordecai was dressed nicely, cleanly, neatly – as he usually was.
The lean trigger man watched his lover with some apprehension, before making his way on over, steering around her, as to not risk her getting red stains on him or his clothes.
“Ah… so that’s what you’re doing,” he said when he glanced down at her handiwork. It was a familiar sight to Mordecai. He’d seen it before, he knew it all too well, in fact. The last time he’d seen a big, red mess like this was…
Mordecai squinted at her, then frowned. “You didn’t get this from my place did you?”
“I did… is that a problem? You borrow my books…” the black-haired female noted, raising an eyebrow herself, fixing him with a puzzled expression. “Or am I doing it wrong? I just followed the instructions…”
“That recipe is no good, Halina,” Mordecai said as he glanced down at the messy attempt at cranberry sauce before him. It looked like a massacre. Red everywhere, fruit meat splattered in a way that so resembled gore like the very gore both of them had seen on the job.
Halina stared at him in disbelief for a moment, mouth slightly open. She sighed and frowned. “So are you saying I made this disgusting mess for nothing? Why do you still have it then? I found it tucked away in your books…”
He sighed and shook his head, but a small, very small smile spread across his lips. “It was tucked away for a reason, Halina… Well then, now let’s go get you cleaned up, dear… Afterwards, we can figure out how to make something more… edible, shall we?”
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irishcatman · 4 months
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Halina taking care of Allen's daughter Bella. Surprisingly Halina makes a pretty good nanny for Bella mostly, here she's helping her reach for a jar of Cookies.
Art done by @wpk12art
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licially · 7 months
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Surprise! (Somewhat angst.)
// I'm not sorry for this @wpk12art, this is another one hour practice. // slight TW for blood and gore mention.
She stopped.
Halina straddled into the rain, the stormy weather that loomed overhead was about to give in, and no matter what she did she had wanted to meet Mordecai back at this parked car from the road: the usual Marigold car, headlights beaming at the two targets they had both put a bullet through and a third that escaped down the ditch and through the maze of a nearby cornfield. Mordecai had pursued him through it, and left Halina to fend the company car in case of any trouble.
Normally, a triggerman with a tenacity for killing such as Mordecai would be done in about three minutes, or even five minutes if the target proved too evasive. The case remained the same ever since Halina got recruited into Marigold, and it has been the status quo of the duo. 
Yet tonight it seemed an anomaly had appeared, with Mordecai having disappeared for 15 minutes straight with no signs of anything that could prove he’s done the job, such as a grunt, a gunshot, or him appearing to have teleported back into the position he was at. In this case, the company car.
Halina stopped walking around the car in what seemed to be a daze: she felt zoned out by the current situation, and had hopes of him being back about five to six minutes ago. Now she’s killing time for that to be faster, not noticing that too much time had passed already.
Halina stopped to check her pocket watch, it struck 16 minutes past midnight.
She felt ever so frail: once in her life she’d never feel this sort of frailty.
A tiny yet growing bubble of anxiety quickly overtook her, as she faced the direction of the cornfield past the ditch that they were about to dump the bodies over. 
They were tasked to handle three “leeches that backpacked most of the money” and they could “leave them to rot”, and so they were subconsciously selected by Asa to finish the job. Given how they were in Marigold, it was best for Mordecai and Halina to be arranged for this blatant betrayal against the company.
17 minutes passed.
Halina, now a little more frightened than she needed to be, scavenged a nearby handgun from the dead body. A clean decapitation, done almost flawlessly, but only if there weren't some arteries still stuck on her ax that she could have scavenged it. However, evidence is still evidence, and as she did pick up the imported gun: a Browning Model 1922, somehow brought over here, she rushed back out into the wilderness and unpredictability.
18 minutes.
She first ran through the established routes within the maze, footprints that littered the beaten path as she closely kept an eye beneath her, before the trail eventually led to a dead end.
Her eyes, now lifted off of its dead calm, sprouted and bursted into emotions.
The bubble of anxiety soon rivaled her usual state of calm, as she retraced her steps back out onto an intersection. She deduced that there may be conflicting steps as this last person was known to be the most proficient at maintaining stamina, and could have also outran Mordecai on several occasions. His strong suit wasn’t limited to marksmanship and trigger discipline, but for a night like this it didn’t make sense.
Why could he not shoot the target before it could have outrun him?
Was it purely because of ammo management or was it a practice, just like all he did during these missions?
She didn’t want to distract herself from the main question.
For the first time, as she ran back through the previous path, she had felt it.
Fear.
Fear that there was something else that was unaccounted for prior.
A fear that slowly rose with every passing minute.
A-third of the hour now wasted.
She stopped dead in her tracks. She did so, catching up with her own breath, when a glint caught the corner of her eyes. In the shadows, leaning against another body, and across sporadically littered items laid Mordecai Heller.
Her dormant and idly body now felt puppet-like as she rushed over to be on his side.
She didn’t have a light, nor was there enough light to make aware of the situation: was an ambush in plain sight waiting for her to pull it from that state? Was that body behind it still alive? 
No matter, she aimed directly at the background and pulled the trigger.
One shot, two shots, and three shots threw the dead of night into a stir.
A homogenous mixture of silence threw off balance.
22 minutes.
She kneeled beside him, an irreality dawned back onto her once again.
The broken pince-nez, the M1911 that laid strawn towards the ground, blood soaked suit that served as a bed for him, and–
Mordecai Heller, an unstoppable force,
Stopped.
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lackassera · 3 months
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MORE OF ZIB STUDY!!!
Having fun with this drawing style, so I decided to try making fanart of some Lackadaisy fan OCs (definitely enjoying Lola's design).
ALSO, meet my Lackadaisy OC, River! He loves to draw (aside from shooting people)
Character belongs to:
Lola - @blogplutocrat
Halina - @wpk12art
Allen - @justaguylivingon
Brooke - @starryproxi
Phlow - @phloww
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Challenge (optional LOL): Name as many Lackadaisy OCs that aren't your own, and the most prominent detail of each of those OCS!
*rubs hands* I GOTCHU!
Halina Dabrowska: her HAIR! OH MY GOD!!! IT IS LITERALLY THE FUNNEST THING TO DRAW FOR HALINA BY FAR!!!
Lola Deluca: Her fur color! It's just so vibrant and fluffy looking, it's so DISTINCT and recognizable!
Marly Divata: Her glasses and her outfit! They're so vibrant as well, and also her hair and ear design!
Rebecca Wright: OH MY GOD HER HAIR AS WELL. IT'S LITERALLY SO PRETTY AND CURLY AND FLUFFY AND HHHHHHHHHHHH
Lars Van Horne: His fur pattern, his eyes and ears design!! As well as the drawings of him with either Mordecai or Zib LMAO
HHHHHHH MY BRAIN IS FAILING ME, BUT HERE THEY ARE!!! :D
(OCs are by the following people! @wpk12art @blogplutocrat @scrunkalicious @starbittsy @lackingdaisies pssssst I love y'all's OCs hhhhhh <3)
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wpk12art · 6 months
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FOLKS! I am so happy to show this absolutely FANTASTIC ART by @lackadaisycats
I legit can't stop looking at this, it's so gorgeous and perfect. Halina and Mordecai look so cozy together. I am absolutely ecstatic!
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wpk12art · 7 months
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The vampires and hunter.
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As for Halloween, everyone seems to be making their pieces of art, for me, I've been working on this. Mordecai as a vampire hunter, though, I think two slipped out of that radar of his.
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wpk12art · 3 months
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"I hope he's not dead."
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wpk12art · 2 months
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Won't you walk with me? Talk with me Feel that bass go swipe through me Swing it now Spring it back Turn my heart right back on track Caught my eye On the side Steal the dance, go side to side Now you know That we're the show Round and round and round we go
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wpk12art · 4 months
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Women knows how to dress~
Wonder what that last one is tho
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wpk12art · 4 months
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“You’re a hard one to find..”
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wpk12art · 4 months
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I don't think the photographer is available for any more jobs.. in forever-
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wpk12art · 3 months
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Happy Valentines Day my lovelies!~
Tho don't think it's Halina's favorite time of the year tho-
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