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madhatterbri · 4 months

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Business Days | HOOK

Summary: Could you do one about HOOK with the writing prompt “Do that again - Shit, just like that, right there" or “I’m yours. Only yours.”

Author's Note: Set in the 1920s. This is pure fiction. Enjoy. ❤️

Requested by @cody-uso

@99hook

HOOK sat in a dimly lit room. His feet propped up on the desk. He just arrived home after a major bootlegging deal between him and a random speakeasy owner. He promised them protection from the cops if they gave him 30 percent profits. The speakeasy owner nearly fell over himself to sign the dotted line.

"I know that smile anywhere. Good day for business?" You asked, walking into the bedroom. He looked at you from head to toe. Before he came home, you were getting ready to go to the pictures. It was a simple night out with the girls. Now he wanted nothing more than for you to celebrate with him.

"Promised to keep the coppers away, and they were begging for an offer," he put out his cigarette in the ashtray. He stood up and adjusted his suit.

"That's wonderful, darling. Are you going to your father's to celebrate?" You asked spinning around in front of the full-length mirror. As the girlfriend of the infamous Hook you always tried to dress your best.

"I was thinking we could both stay in," he whispered and wrapped his arms around your waist. You remained in place, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He kissed the side of your neck. You sighed and moved your head to the side.

"But the girls," you sighed. He always knew how to keep you home. You placed your hand on the back of his neck. He remained in place, peppering your neck and shoulder with kisses.

"The pictures will be around tomorrow, baby. I'm here right now, and I'm the real thing," he whispered roughly. His fingers laced yours as he led you to his desk. You sat on his desk. He kissed your lips. "So perfect,"

“Who do you belong to?” He breathily rasped as he tipped his chin, looking down his nose at you. Your mouth opened but no words flew past them. Your mind scrambled, body set ablaze. It’s a wonder you could even keep your eyes on him.

You blushed.

"Still get shy when I compliment you. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing that.” He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. His lips were taunting as they moved down to graze the column of your throat. You felt the sharpness of his teeth slide over your skin and the breath you didn’t know you were holding exhaled in a long, needy moan.

“Sure you’d rather go out with the girls?” He asks with full condescension. Your eyes rolled when his calloused palms slid beneath your dress, straight to your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart for him. You grabbed his tie and pulled him in, crashing your lips with his to give him your answer.

He hastily pulled your dress up to bunch around your waist. He seemed to lack patience and you didn’t attest. You worked on his belt, hands fumbling to get it undone and he looked down at your struggle with an amused smirk before he stepped back to do it himself.

“Eager?” He smirks. You pulled him back and worked on the buttons of his shirt, but your fingers halted and your mind spiraled into a blurred haze when you felt him push into you, bottoming out in one swift motion. Grabbing onto his shoulders, you looked up and found that infamous smirk dripping in arrogance.

“Now who’s eager?” You quirked a brow. All you received was a twitch of the corner of his mouth before he wrapped his hands beneath your thighs and hiked them up, holding them firmly at his sides. His hips snapped, the force unforgiving.

With every thrust, the desk hit the wall, the bangs echoing throughout the bedroom. Your head fell back as he rocked into you, his tie halfway undone and two buttons of his shirt letting a sliver of tanned skin and pieces of his tattoos peeking through. He drew his lip beneath his teeth as he picked up the pace. Sweat beads formed at his temple, sliding down to his jaw as he stared directly into your eyes, unable to look away when you were taking him so well.

He dropped one of your thighs and slammed his hand on the desk, leaning forward as he slowed his thrusts to an agonizing, teasing pace.

“I said, who do you belong to?”

“I’m yours. I’m only yours.” You breathlessly moaned, cupping his jaw and swiping your thumb over his bottom lip before you leaned forward and pressed yours to him. He picked up the pace again, his thrusts gaining momentum for the second time, so much so that you couldn’t hold the kiss. He smirked against your lips and leaned back up, grabbing your leg and hiking your ankle up to his shoulder. He placed a kiss on your inner calf before he leaned forward again, his lips latching to your neck.

Your knee brushed your cheek as he rocked into you. The new angle made you feel him so much deeper that you couldn’t contain the incomprehensible sounds spewing from your lips. You arched your hips to match his thrusts. You clenched around him every time he pulled back, just to draw him right back in.

“Do that again.” He grunted against your neck. You kept arching your hips, lifting them off the desk every time he thrust back into you.

“Shit, just like that- right there.” His deep voice slightly trembled. He was losing his composure and you knew it. You clenched him as tight as you could just to hear the curses he let out against your shoulder.

“I’m so close,” you managed to break out, your hips ferociously raising to chase after that high that was so close you could taste it. He wordlessly brought a hand down between your slick bodies and started working his thumb on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your eyes rolled back, his name flew past your lips, and yours rolled off his tongue twice. Your body jolted with the last three thrusts before you felt yourself succumb completely. You held onto him for dear life as he rocked you through the high, slowing the thrusts significantly to make sure you rode it out as long as you could. He pulled back up and locked his lips with yours just as his high took hold.

His hips stuttered, then stilled, and you took every last bit he had to offer. Two more breathy kisses and he pulled back, a lazy smirk and droopy eyes to match on his face. All the arrogance previously proudly displayed now washed over with adoration as he looked at you.

“I love good business days.” You grinned, watching as his smile widened and he nodded.

“I love celebrating them with you.”

#fanfiction #aew fanfiction #hook x y/n #hook x reader #hook x you #aew hook fanfic #hook fanfiction

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fun-k-board · 1 year

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If you could, Lackadaisy headcanons for a teen reader who wants to be part of the Lackadaisy Speakeasy. Maybe the reader likes the thrill

Pronouns used : None, no gendered terms.

Note(s) : When you say teen, I'm assuming young teen since 16-17 is not too far from Freckle and Ivy's age. Characterisation may not be accurate and criticism on how I portray them is very much appreciated.

Roark 'Rocky' Rickaby

Likes your spirit! Jokingly calls you the better cousin he never had which earns an eye roll from Freckle. I don't imagine you get out on missions much + it probably took ages to get in because you're fairly young, but when you do, it's chaos. If you get along with Rocky and even encourage his habits, then either the missions will fail or succeed but with broken limbs, at least three blown up buildings and a lot awkward explaining.

If you're not confident enough to say no and on the opposite spectrum, are sometimes the voice of reason, he calls you a mini Freckle and teases you about it constantly. I imagine he'd sort of becomes an elder brother figure regardless of what kind of a person you are, begging for Mitzi to let you stay even if you mess up often. You accept him for who he is, you're his friend, he wants you to still like him and he sees himself in you.

Rocky also gives you some sneaky sips of alcohol they get, hey, it isn't anything too much, and he compares it to church giving out wine which makes Freckle tremble in fear as his mother senses she needs to throw someone out a window. Besides, he worked hard to get it! Even if he was the one to screw the run around up, it's sharing and caring, friendship is very important.

Mitzi May

Has apprehensions about letting you join, it'd take convincing and by then she probably doesn't want to bring you on too many dangerous missions. Given how she is around Rocky, I don't think she'd be uncaring if you're similar to him. High spirits and an urge to please her, similar to the man in question, to her, you're a kid. She has trouble telling you no in a way that isn't tip toeing around the subject.

Even if you can also be useful and your begging is temptation straight from the snake, Mitzi will always tell others you're a kid and treat you like one, no matter if it's important or not in that situation. She feels horrible that you may not make it to the next day, but they're understaffed and need to get business up and running, Mitzi comes to think of you like her own after a while. Although, she wishes you weren't so eager to put your life on the life.

Ivy Pepper

I imagine she also loves your spirit, finds you adorable and will have the urge to become your friend, asking Mitzi to let you join and vouching for you. Ivy is also the only one to treat you on equal ground, even Rocky will just view you as a child in the end, but she tries viewing you as a friend first. This can he bad or good depending, but she doesn't want to pretend you're frail, this doesn't mean she won't crack down on you and be strict like an older sister.

Doesn't matter if you have two left feet and stumble, she will teach you to dance, you won't get out of it, and trust me when I tell you she's determined. The lessons consist of you stepping on her toes and laughing so hard you just fall on the ground.

Since she's fairly new to doing heavy jobs as well, only joining in as they are understaffed, she understands if you mess up sometimes and don't fully get what to do. Ivy was born into this life and teaches you the ropes that you wouldn't understand.

Calvin 'Freckle' McMurray

Uncomfortable to the max, he genuinely can't even look you in the eye for the longest time. He already had worries in joining himself, Ivy has been working in Lackadaisy for a long time, Rocky is... Uh, Rocky. But you? You're a literal teen who just likes the thrill of it, Freckle tries to be a good influence on your life and tells you not to join. Which he understands is incredibly hypocritical, but at the same time, he can't find it in himself to care about his hypocrisy too much.

Hopes to convince Mitzi to not put too much pressure on you, he is very attentive and any limp or struggle is met with a lecture that makes Rocky get flashbacks to Freckle's mother. Gets incredibly apologetic if you see him with guns and how insane he can be, regardless on how you feel, he's guilty that he may be influencing you badly.

Viktor Vasko

At first you thought he wanted you to die, an intense stare placed on you at all times with a smashed glass from his seemingly violent thoughts. But all he sees is a dumb kid, someone who needs to get out before this business kills you. He won't exactly be caring about it either, simply telling you that if you continue being reckless with your life, you will die. If you aren't careful? Maybe others you love.

It's worse if you end up bonding with him, even a little, he gets even angrier with those around you. He will not let you out of his sight if he can help it. Essentially? He's a very tough love guy, Viktor comes off as though he doesn't like you, which may be true on the surface, but deeeeeeeeep deeeeeeeeep down, he likes you a little. Maybe. Sometimes. Not often.

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licially · 6 months

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Frepper - Follow Suit

// I got no idea how this came into fruition, I've only completely wrote this out before I realised what I was doing. Anyways enjoy this tiny fic I wrote for myself and/or anyone else who are enjoying the awkward dynamic between these two.

The evening flaunted itself with a merrier than usual crowd down at Lackadaisy, and most opted to swing by the stage and dance to their heart’s content between stanzas, sung by a backup singer for the night as the jazz band winds down for the week ahead. Within the crowded mess, only messier given the fact that it is littered with alcoholics, some more drunk than others, and the music proved exacerbating to both him and his mental state. It was overwhelming, yet he had to persevere, as he waddled his way through everyone.

He wanted to find Ivy here, after she invited him back to another night at Lackadaisy just a few weeks after she gave him the pin of clubs. A message, written in a note, found Calvin on the day just before the night. It sat in the mailbox in front of his house, and it stood out to him since most mail that was directed to the household doesn't normally have a daisy flower pinned onto it. Reluctantly, he picked up the letter for himself, yet he’d never want to explain the true meaning of this letter to his mother.

He took a precarious approach into the household; he didn’t want to be perceived by his mother after the incident down Route 94, which essentially made him in even more trouble than his cousin. Through the front door, he quickly ran down towards the bench near the kitchen. Nina had been upstairs, but even she heard Calvin’s attempt thanks to the creaky wooden floor from their house.

“Calvin! Is ever’thin’ alright?” She screamed, from atop the stairs.

“Yes mom- everything is fine!” He replied, with a shrill in his voice from the initial jump scare of his mother’s scream. After he’s done putting his mother’s mail on the kitchen bench, he quickly ran upstairs and into his room where he gently tore off the envelope of the letter that was meant for him. It wasn’t entirely heavy, save for the daisy, and the message inside also proved to be even tinier on his paws:

McMurray,

I hope this note finds you before your mother does, but you should come back to Lackadaisy, I need to talk to you about something just between the two of us privately. Rocky won’t be there, I promise. Bring the pin I gave you, just in case. Horatio tends to check for the pins for the newcomers, but for the most part he knows you well enough. to let you in.

See you there!

Ivy Pepper

Surprised, he set out for any fancy suits in his closet. When he first stepped into the speakeasy, there were patrons with more grandeur and complicated suits than the simple bow tie that he was so accustomed to wearing. Rarely had he put together an actual tuxedo for the occasion, given his last one was just Sunday church service, yet he feels that any suit would do fine for this place. After all, he wasn’t bound for formalities, but fitted himself with whatever was necessary. Albeit it made him uncomfortable at times, he squeaked through.

Usually, tuxedos are worn by combining a waistcoat, laid over a bright white shirt, with a jacket’s lapel distinguishing the features of someone who would wear such an outfit, but he didn’t know any better. Fact of the matter is that he hid himself trying to get the note towards his room, and now he had to justify the choice of clothing he chooses to wear on a Wednesday night to go somewhere even more discreet. This time, his cousin won’t back him out into the wilderness.

As the day soon turned into the afternoon, and into night, Calvin mustered up little to no courage to talk to Nina about the night that was ahead. His chores really put him out of commission from even talking, from mowing the lawn again to trimming the hedges to spring cleaning the household. Every task was grueling, not just towards his physical health but his mental. Every moment he had the chance to talk to her about the night, it was instead interrupted by the workload that each of his jobs offered, or she was too busy minding her own business, and that he didn’t want to interrupt given her temperament.

At the dinner table that night, they both slowly enjoyed a pork roast, with baked potatoes and carrots and peas, a mishmash of gravy, and a glass of water on the side. During the silent clash of silverware, they both chewed silently with Calvin dwelling on his thoughts just as much as he did with his food. Chewing through his thoughts, again, was that letter’s contents; What did she want from him so much that it needed his attention? And why Lackadaisy specifically, instead of anywhere else? Why did she mention the fact that Rocky will not be there? What happened to him? Is he hurt that badly again, to the point where he’s not able to be there? Questions, comments, and possible theories demonized and dominated his headspace, since he had worried Rocky would end up hurt again. He may have been kicked out of the house, but still doesn’t mean that he could entirely dismiss him.

His thoughts soon kind of took him out of his headspace, as Nina quietly catched on. She hoped that this was just poor Freckle being burned out by today, but her realization struck as much as the gravy did, as the food on his fork slid off and onto his shirt, staining it with… that lukewarm gross stuff. Surprised, she called out for his name, with no answer to boot. As Calvin dangerously, and mindlessly, and slowly, raised his empty fork towards his mouth, Nina raised her voice at him.

“...Calvin. CALVIN.” Nina’s screaming proved effective, as he immediately snapped away from his mindless acting, and set down the fork towards the table of food. The lukewarm sensation down his shirt finally reached him, as he stood up to let the food fall towards the floor, he stood there in absolute disgust, and faced that same disgust from his mother, who now stood up with a revolting and confused look on her face. It reflected in her words too, mixed in with anger after all of the cleaning that she didn’t even do.

“You’re going to clean that up, finish your food, and go to sleep immediately. Understood?” She hissed out, strutting past him and into a closet with all of their cleaning equipment. He stood there, still wondering if he should really tell her about it or just not go. He heaved a sigh, as Nina came back with brooms and mops, to a slightly more distraught Calvin, who reluctantly cleaned up his mess. With that, he ended the night on a sour note. The dinner was the thing he did look forward to, after the day went from bad to worse, with nothing in between that made him any better about himself.

That night, as he laid on his bed, he had a final decision. Either he sat at home, and explained to Ivy later that he couldn’t commit himself because of his strict mother. Or he needed to find a way to sneak out of the household, and finally meet up with her without the other interruption that was always in his ears. He had always wanted to get back at Ivy for her sudden moves with him, especially secretive and behind Rocky’s back. He figured this was a good reason to confront her about it.

So, he set out that night. Being the same as the last time he did it the first time to get to Lackadaisy, this time carrying a suit on him to be extra cautious about: the jacket has wide satin peaked lapels with the point of the lapel pointing upward, with large and rather solid shoulder pads and curved sleeves, a single button closure and four button cuffs.

The jacket has a breast pocket and a jetted pocket at either side and is lined in black satin fabric on the body and white satin in the sleeves, and a black bowtie to finish off. To him, this had been the first time this suit had ever been worn outside of formal events, and it still had some dust on it as he silently creeped out of the room and down the stairs. Finally, as he stepped outside towards greener grass, he walked slowly towards the city center, and soon caught a taxi towards the Little Daisy Cafe.

The slow, yet endearing tune whistled its way to his lover, as he weaved towards Ivy in the distance. It didn’t seem like he knew about this whole place being this packed, as he did hope for the place to be less packed as it was, but it seemed all the more busy than usual. Horatio even mentioned briefly that “Wick’s party showed up again. Pardon the loud noise.” He quietly, yet deeply regrets not heeding to his advice, holding his hand towards his ears as he found himself surrounded by the constant loud music, the equally as loud chatter from everyone, and the-

“Found you!” A familiar voice caught him off guard, as he felt a hand on his shoulders that complimented the voice of surprise.

Behind him stood Ivy Pepper, who was dressed for the occasion from head to tail. A feather that was essentially in her hair, a necklace of pearls that accompanied the orange-ish dress that covered itself scarlet form the lighting of the place. Ivy smiled at Freckle, now holding his hands as she got closer and closer, Ivy being the most energetic to the confusion of Calvin.

“Uhh- hi?” He said, a slight smile across his face.

“You finally made it!” Ivy heartily said, her smile full of glitz and glamor as her dress. “Oh wait- the music’s about to start!”

As the two held each other, hand to hand, shoulder to shoulder, they danced onwards and to the slow lover’s tune that resonated with most. Calvin steered himself quietly towards a slow dance, something Ivy taught Calvin before. To Calvin, it felt more new and oftentimes he’d stumble between steps, accidentally hold Ivy’s hands a little too hard and/or soft, but Ivy withstood the clumsiness. She’s been used to more stubborn people, one of such notoriety is Rocky, yet Calvin’s case is different. He had put in efforts to do whatever she had asked him to do, albeit nervously, but he was capable of doing so with determination.

The two kept at it, often exchanging positions, and occasionally twirling one another around with an added awkwardness to it. To him, this felt like traversing through this unknown terrain, but to her it’s improv practice. It makes sense, only to her, that he was just playing around with Ivy to get her to come up with newer ideas. As the music faded, the two hastily finished up the last movement to the dance, before mellowing it out towards a standstill.

Face to face, where the two suits of clubs met, they stood at the wooden floor of the dance floor in front. They didn’t wanna move from the spot, at least for a bit, because the night’s sting finally caught up to them. Maybe the dancer’s reprise could bring them both back, but for now they held each other, a moment in time where they exchanged both looks and smiles.

“I… have been meaning to ask you something.” Freckle stuttered, finally wanting to address the elephant in the room.

“What is it, McMurray?” She curiously asked, in a fit of tiredness.

“Why did you bring me here? Alongside Rocky… I mean. Why did you give me the pin?”

“Well… I’ve already told you, have I not? It’s for your own sake.” Ivy replied, seemingly covering something up. “You wanted to get away from your mom, right?”

“I–” He stuttered, a bit confused. On how exactly she read his mind like that.

Ivy giggled, slightly gesturing towards Calvin’s face. “That’s my guess, I might be wrong, you know?”

As the three of clubs brought himself forwards at the request of Ivy, soon one away from the four of clubs. Ivy sighed. She didn’t have an ounce of clue on how he felt, but judging from his soon flustered face, she hit a soft spot in Calvin somehow. Some way. She leaned closer and closer towards him as well, as they spoke to each other, almost following suit of what they had said before.

“My hands aren’t shaky anymore.” She teased, even though it was just shaky, but not enough for Calvin to notice.

“I… I mean, now I know how to kiss.” He laughed back, awkwardly.

“And you still have that mortal terror on that face of yours, McMurray.” She smiled, now they were only an inch away from each other.

Soon, they converged on each other, and finally delivered the kiss on the dance floor.A kiss that left the fourth mark on his suit, as they both embraced it like the last time around, in much better conditions than that pig truck, and in a much better place than that confrontation with Fish and Wes. Slowly, they pulled themselves a tad bit apart, as they both shared one more look between each other.

“This is when you should say ‘I love you’, Calvin. I’d thought I’d let you know.”

#calvin mcmurray #freckle lackadaisy #lackadaisy #ivy pepper #lackadaisycats

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toxicanonymity · 10 months

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Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey Love! How are you?

I'm going around to my favorite writers to ask this question, because I'm really curious on what you're thinking.

When you're writing Smut and you say the guy has a big dick what size are you imagining, length and width?

I am good! Thank you ❤️❤️❤️. I hope you are too! I personally think of it as at least long enough to stack both hands wrapped around just the shaft (tip sticking out on top) and thick enough that your thumb can't meet a finger when you wrap your hand around it.

As for the measurements, here are some HCs I've previously done of dick sizes and characteristics, basically just making the point that the Joels are different.

🍆👇🍆

Dick Headcanons, key word HEAD 😏

Night Walks - 19 cm (7.5") base to tip erect, and on the girthier end of average. Just barely curved upward for your pleasure. He's a shower not a grower. Tan, smooth. Huge balls. Hair still mostly dark, not much gray down there. Better groomed than you might expect - he's kinda vain.

Raider - 20 cm (8”). Proportional girth. Bulbous - middle is slightly thicker than tip and base. Kind of duo-toned, pink and tan, tip is pink. Shower and a grower. Balls on the larger side. Black, ungroomed hair. Relatively veiny.

Free Use - 17 cm (6.7”). Thick. Pale shaft, pink tip, tip is not much girthier than shaft. Grower. Proportional balls. Straight, almost geometric due to the pattern of veins. Black hair that he keeps trimmed but not closely shaven or manscaped.

Stepdad - 17 cm (6.7”). Thick. Upward curve. Shower. Proportional balls. Pink with darker pink tip. Salt and pepper hair, mostly pepper. Long tip. Symmetrical but not much personality, looks kind of like a dildo. Occasionally shaves completely, furthering the effect.

Trouble 18 cm (7”), one of the girthiest Joels, slightly tapered, couple of nice veins, prominent tip (the size of a lime according to Just the Tip). Somewhat of a grower. Proportional balls. On the pinker side, tip slightly darker. Neatly manscaped salt and pepper hair.

Speakeasy 19 cm (7.5") tan with pinker tip that's long but close to the same girth as his shaft, he's a grower, just barely curved upward, relatively veiny. Decently groomed, pubic hair is darker than the hair on his head.

*NEW*

Lincoln (cannot compute length) - Tip comes to his belly button in the very graphic slouching visual i have in my head, idk how to translate that length and don't wanna sell him short (or long). Tan, 4 or 5 bluish veins but not thick ones. Perhaps in the top half of Joels in length, but the bottom third in girth if measured mid-shaft (base is thicker). Tip on the narrower side. Shaft curves upward toward his body but not to an extreme. Hair is mostly dark gray, well kempt.

editing to add:

Thighs Out - 17 cm (6.7"), light pinkish tan shaft, pink tip, well groomed, brown hair, not very veiny, moderate to hefty girth. It is a very good looking dick and he's a shower. It's warm and smooth and he gets sooooo hard. Balls: Moderate to large, not as saggy as you'd expect for his age! And not very hairy

Brat Tamer / Big Daddy - 20 cm (7.9") base to shaft, the tip is almost the size of a tennis ball in volume (like if you molded it into a cockhead shape). Tan shaft, purple-ish tan tip. Bluish veins that don't protrude much. Large balls that hang low. Hair is dark with a touch of gray. Manscapes because it makes him look even bigger. He's a shower, which given his size means he has a nice bulge even when he's not hard.

Slasher Joel 18.5 cm (7.3"). Very girthy, can't wrap your hand around it. Looks thick even in his big manly hand. Tan, but flushes angry red when rock hard. Tip is proportional to shaft. Prominent dorsal vein, otherwise not very veiny. Hairy, does not shave or manscape, but has good hygeine. He's a grower, and the growth is a barometer of his himbo status. Huge, heavy balls.

You can HC them however you want though. Also your dick doesn't have to be this big to be big IRL, and it doesn't have to be big at all to be more than enough.

#dick size #ask #jazzie

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joeythefrog · 1 month

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It feels less cold when cuddled up in a tiny bed with body heat for warmth.

Brooklyn feels warmer. Sweltering summers, hot stuffy speakeasy rooms with men in less clothes than is necessary to fight the heat. Suffocating heat in small rooms with smaller beds in the attic of the brooklyn lodge. They've done this a million times, made their own heat in the cooler winter nights, trying to melt the snow off the window by pressing an overheating body against it while they pray that if it melts it fogs up lest they be revealed to anyone below. It's a small chance but one neither man can afford.

In autum they celebrate the surviving men through harsh hands. Staying under blankets to conserve warmth as their hesitance grows. There's less excuse now. There never really was. But the heady hot nights of winter are gone. Now they brush up against each other under blankets. Not growing bold enough to look under the blankets and refusing eye contact as they silence any noises.

Spring comes, the leaves regrow and replenish. Spring is new. In spring they're slow. It's sickeningly romantic. Harsh hands turn to slow soft cups and kisses peppered across skin. It brings a hope that slowly fills them and spurs them to push into new territory. They kiss now -they've never kissed like this before. Slow and chaste, a tentive exploration.

Summer arrives as it always does. Days drag on slowly like molasses, gunked up by sweat and sticky- well you know what it is. If they could afford iceblocks they would deepthroat them in public to tease. But summer is soft. They lie above the old threadbare blankets occasionally touching themselves or the other because they're too sweaty and tired to do anything else in the small sweltering room that traps heat.

In summer, while draped across the moth eaten sheets stained with evidence of their year and sealed with sweat from the recent hot months that he dares to speak "Spot, I love you" He murmurs into the hot night, and he knows it to be true. It hangs in the air for a few minutes as the dank swampy heat does before it turns icy cool "it'll pass" comes the reply. Soft and accepting as he had thought spring had been. Laced with hesitancy and regret from autum. All he feels is the stinging numbness from winter and how fucking cold he felt. How his fingers would seize and flush without a place to be held. A place Spot provided.

it was never really about the heat, and any he thought he felt was imagined. But this cool would pass. it always does. like the seasons it'll leave and he'll find a way to push back into the nights lit only by desire and the fire inside him that he thought was mutual. it'll pass

#sprace #sprace angst #newsies angst #newsies #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #1992sies #newsies 1992 #newsies broadway #don't ask why I'm tagging the shit out of this #I just like attention

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flimflamfandom · 2 months

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Flimflamuniverse Character Breakdown!

Have you ever been reading one of my fics and asked something like-

"Whaddya MEAN Freckle has an accent?"

"Why do they end up in Hollywood?"

"Who's Rocky dating, anyway!?"

Well WONDER NO MORE! This post is the comprehensive list for all yer Flimflamfandom character quirk questions!

Essentially all of the changes are character based, but we will be talking about slight setting differences as well.

Let's dive in!

THE SETTING:

Most of the setting is exactly the same - late 20s St. Louis!

HOWEVER -

During later period stuff (anything from 1929 onward) several of the characters have taken up roots and gone to Hollywood! This has to do with various career moves that take place over the duration of the AU

Significant parts of Calvin's story now take place in Cork, Ireland - this will be explained more in depth later.

IT SHOULD BE NOTED that by the time my AU takes place, the Daisy has picked up significantly in business.

THE CHARACTERS:

It's important to note that NONE OF THE CHARACTERS' CRIMINAL ATTRIBUTES WERE REVEALED UNTIL AROUND THE MID 70S, and by then, the shock and horror of this sort of thing were replaced with fascination.

CALVIN MCMURRAY:

1909-1939

Calvin's childhood is the same, up until the nebulous "incident" that gets Rocky kicked out of home. Because of this, Nina gets a bit spooked, and sends Calvin to finish his basic schooling in County Cork, Ireland. He completes his schooling, and comes back home just in time for the "event" at the police academy.

During his time at the Daisy, Calvin becomes very interested in writing, and begins writing for the Times Dispatch about baseball games. He eventually begins writing screenplays when he moves with Ivy to California. He writes 3 novels, 2 short story collections, and 3 books of poems, on top of 4 screenplays. He's a busy guy!

Unfortunately, sometime around 1936, he develops a form of tail cancer. He dies in 1939, just 10 days shy of his 30th birthday.

QUIRKS: -Calvin has an accent! He's a cork boy. He sounds like a Cork boy. -By the time of his death, Calvin has a son, named Finn.

IVY PEPPER:

1909-1999

Ivy's childhood and such don't change much at all. 'Cept a secret that has to do with Mitzi, but shh! It's a secret!

Ivy is majoring in mathematics at college, and she's MAJORING majoring in it. her specialty seems to be advanced algebra - ring theory, nonlinear algebra, stuff like that. She slowly starts to see herself doing less and less in the field, but she always keeps an interest in it, attends conferences, etc.

The thing that REALLY interests Ivy, though, is her theater course. She takes one as an arts credit and LOVES it! She turns out to be kind of a prodigy on stage! She does some more acting here and there, and happens to meet a producer of films in 1929, after she's changed names to Ivy McMurray. She drags Calvin out to Hollywood with her, and stars in at least a dozen films, winning awards for quite a few of them!

By her retirement from acting in the 1960s, (her last picture netted her an award, by the way) she began to help get all of her old things from the Daisy together, and turn them into a museum, called the Daisy Club Museum. She helped run and fund the museum until her death in 1999, just 2 weeks into the age of 90.

QUIRKS: -Won 5 Oscars - 3 best supporting, 2 best actress. -Contributed her skills and research to at least 3 Algebra textbooks, -Never remarried after Calvin - she was quoted as saying "He'll love me when I get where he is, too."

ROCKY RICKABY:

1904-1989

Rocky's time at the Daisy is marred by his failed romances. He swears he must be the most unlovable person on earth! In the AU, I used to have an OC set aside for him, but nowadays I keep it vague and just say he has a wife and kids. ANYHOW, after the Daisy, Rocky manages to recover a tad from his head wound, and, get this - became a comedian. He even had a circuit of all the speakeasies.

Rocky did need a job after all of that though, and ended up, eventually, in broadcasting, which turned into being a comedian, which turned into his own radio show, which turned into a television show in the early days of TV. Rocky moved out to Hollywood and accidentally bought the house right next to Ivy and Calvin's.

A man with a good reputation, even AFTER it came out that he was a serious gangster, Rickaby died peacefully in 1989, at the age of 85.

QUIRKS: -Rocky was a staunch civil rights, woman's rights, and gay rights activist up until the very end. This would often get him in trouble with networks and producers. -Really liked the Beatles when they crossed over to the US -There is a very persistent rumor that he was in the OSS during World War 2 - in fact, he was not, but he did do work for the Signal Corps making mildly funny training films.

MITZI MAY:

?-1980

Little is known of her childhood, or her adolescence before the Daisy.

Plenty is known AFTER it though!

Mitzi, unlike the others, was not headed for entertainment afterwards. She, instead, lived with Sedgewick Sable, and indeed remarried, but never took his last name. As the pressure from the depression started to ease, she managed to turn all that Daisy property (and all of the hidden away stash money) into a hotel! Mitzi became an incredibly successful hotelier, owning and helping to operate no less than 5 luxury hotels by 1956.

By 1970, she had gotten in touch with Ivy Pepper again, and asked about the Daisy Club Museum - she was instrumental in getting it started, as she still sorta owned the caves down there. She had the diea of making it a living history museum, and she also had the idea of making it like a sort of themed resort.

She died in her sleep in 1980. No one was precisely sure of her age.

QUIRKS: -No one really knows her age -She has a secret about Ivy that she's never told a soul, and it went with her to her grave -Mitzi had one known child by Sedgewick Sable - Minerva, born in 1934. Minerva became a costumer.

SEDGEWICK SABLE:

1895-1985

After the depression hit, Sable was distraught and destitu-JUST KIDDING, that paranoid buffoon hid cash in the walls. The WALLS, I tell you! It wasn't a ton, though, and they coasted by until the New Deal came around.

Work projects need work materials, and Wick was able to help provide them. With a new purpose, new drive, and tons of resources, Wick managed to get the company going again, renaming it to Sable Construction Materials, later just SCM. He even had to buy 3 Lake Freighters - the company still operates lake freighters today!

At the age of 90, Wick passed away in his sleep.

QUIRKS: -While Wick and Calvin were never close, both were HUGE baseball fans - Wick was obsessed with the Red Sox. -Wick was a surprisingly involved boss - most employees knew him personally.

MORDECAI HELLER:

1899-1983

At some point, Mordecai returned to the Daisy, to work with Calvin McMurray as a 'fix it' man. Mordecai admired the work, and stayed put until the place stopped being illegal.

After bouncing from job to job, thinking he would end up back in organized crime, Mordecai settled down in New York after finding out the man who wanted him dead had been killed in a car accident. Mordecai became an accountant and theater manager on Broadway - not a STAGE manager, mind you, just the guy who runs the theater. He really quite liked the work!

Mordecai Heller died in 1983 at the age of 84, of lung cancer.

QUIRKS: -Mordecai was a homosexual, and was well known as such. -Mordecai, a seemingly ice hearted man, actually kinda liked musicals...well. Good ones, anyway. -His least favorite show up there was Seesaw. His favorite was Pacific Overtures

VIKTOR VASKO:

1886-1978

After the Daisy became a legal operation, Viktor just...kept working there. You still need someone to lift boxes and tend a bar when it's legal, too! Viktor was actually a loyal employee of Mitzi until 1943, when he left to run a construction firm in St. Louis. He did that, and had a fairly uneventful life, dying in 1978 at the age of 92.

QUIRKS: -Viktor never remarried - but he did reconnect with his wife and daughter sometime in 1935. -Viktor's daughter went on to become a famous operatic soprano, and even served at the Met for a time. -Viktor never outed any of his former associates, even when talks of the Daisy Museum were beginning. He refused, worrying that he'd sully people's reputations.

DORIAN ZIBOWSKI:

?-1954

After the depression, it became harder for clubs to keep full time musicians. Zib was still at the Daisy until about 1932. Fortunately for him, in 1933, his old...work acquaintance? Rocky was running a radio show out of Los Angeles and was asked to help find a band leader.

After a brief stint on this show, Zib began to lead bands at the cutting edge of Jazz music - he considered becomeing an academic, but he never found the time to think too hard about the option.

A lifetime of smoking and drinking caught up to him fiercely, and he died of Lung Cancer in 1954.

QUIRKS: -He's still made outta triangles! -Zib learned to play every saxophone, and every reed instrument he could get his hands on. -Zib's final record was a live recording at the Pershing Lounge in Chicago, Illinois, 4 years before Ahmad Jamal made it famous.

THE SAVOYS:

Nico: 1900-1978 Serafine: 1902-1983

Little is known of the Savoys after their return to Louisiana in 1931. Some say Nico got back into boxing, or that Serafine was responsible for a rash of killings.

The two died peacefully in their homes, and lived to perfectly normal old ages...and yet, it seemed so suspicious when Nico died. He was just...on his back porch. With a note that was written in code...

QUIRKS: -Nico did, in fact, go back into boxing, but left for professional wrestling - the fictional kind. Serafine was, for a time, a voodoo practitioner for hire, who was well regarded in her community -Neither married, but both had several relationships

THE ARBOGASTS:

Abelard: 1886-1987 Bobby: 1898-1975 Elsa: 1900-1975

The Arbogasts lead a quiet, mostly obscure life, save for Abelard, who becomes quite the lit up theologian. He starts a cult in the woods of Missouri, and is found dead after his 101st birthday. The cult, as many do after a leader dies, fell into disarray and eventually splintered.

Bobby and Elsa dropped the funeral routine and moved closer to the city - Bobby became a school teacher and Elsa became a nurse. The two died months apart in 1975.

QUIRKS: -Elsa and Bobby were just about as in love with each other as Calvin and Ivy. -Bobby had severe PTSD from the war, and would often have episodes. Elsa hated seeing him that way, but helped him. -Abelard's Cult, "the new Thinkers", was bizarrely peaceful as cults are concerned. They never ate Fish, though...

LACY HARDT:

1904-1994

Lacy was a loyal employee of Sedgewick Sable for the first year after the depression. Eventually, though, she married Arthur Keane (an OC you can read about here), a guitarist, and moved with him to his hometown of Virginia Beach. There, she lived with him as an assistant to many prominent locals.

Eventually, the two moved again, back to Peoria, to take care of Lacy's ailing mother. This was around 1934. After Lacy's mother passed in 35, she was distraught. So, she decided to find a new hobby - writing and illustrating children's books. She got onto the idea after a phone call with Ivy, who handed over Calvin's agent's information.

When she retired, Lacy moved back to Virginia Beach with Arthur, who died a year before she did. QUIRKS -Lacy won a Caldecott Medal, and displayed it in her home office until her death -Until after her death, it was kept a secret by the McMurray family that Lacy, who was close with them, had been writing Finn (Calvin's son) notes as Mrs. Claus, as well as little stories, which eventually became her 'Rudy Sees the World' books.

THAT'S ALL I'M WRITING FOR NOW!

Again, pretty much all the changes are to the characters - the setting is, for the most part, untouched! I will be writing more about the AU when I get the chance, though!

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showtoonzfan · 1 year

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This is just me personally, but I have noticed a lot of critiques towards the Lackadaisy pilot on how newcomers feel like they need to read the comic to understand what’s going on and honestly? Not really, at least to me. For starters, the pilot for Lackadaisy was confirmed to be separate from the comic and non canon, so they’re both their own things. In my opinion, you don’t need to read the comic to understand the characters or what’s going on. For example, I know a lot of people were surprised or turned off by the sudden personality changes in Rocky and Freckle when they become unhinged, but that’s something the comic didn’t even explain. We never really get a backstory or insight to WHY they’re like this, they just are because they have issues, and it’s up to the show to explore that. Then there’s Mordecai, who they hint is somehow connected to Lackadaisy, if you read the comic you’ll know he used to work with them, but the pilot itself hints towards that through Serafine’s line to him, and how Mordecai lowers his gun. While some of Mitzi’s introduction dialogue sounded expositional more than natural, we do learn that her husband is dead and see that she’s struggling to run the underground speakeasy due to prohibition. As a viewer, you’re able to pick up that Rocky, Freckle, and Ivy are working for Mitzi, while Mordecai, Nico, and Serafine are working for the guy in the end credits, who’s name is Asa.

While I will admit that comic viewers have more of an advantage to watching this since they don’t need to try to understand the characters and conflict, we need to keep in mind that pilot’s aren’t really supposed to spoon-feed everything to you, they’re supposed to get your attention, get you thinking, and wanting more. They’re a proof of concept, and I do think some people forget that since pilots nowadays are treating their proof of concepts as if they’re the first episode, like Murder Drones and Hazbin Hotel. This is why they’re not comparable because not only are they all different, but Murder Drone’s and Hazbin’s pilots were clearly written as a S1E1. Don’t get me wrong though, I can see why people had a hard time pinning down what the characters are like for Lackadaisy. In my personal opinion they could have done a better job at introducing Wick and Pepper since they’re important characters and have WAY more to them in the comic compared to the animated short, as well as I wish the short itself was a little longer just to give the characters at the bar more flare and layers. I won’t call the Lackadaisy pilot 100% flawless and perfect but I will say I personally think it did a good job at giving you a taste of what the characters are like, what the conflict is, and the proof of concept, smuggler gangster cats running a speakeasy and trying to get by.

Examples of pilots that I think did a good job at setting up the characters and concept is “Cliffside” (a cartoon series pilot that I think was scrapped completely since the same team worked on Murder Drones but dammit I enjoyed it) the “Helluva Boss pilot”, and “Long Gone Gulch.” Pilots like those didn’t spoon-feed everything to you, they set up the characters and some of the world, (though world building in pilots is mainly rare since they mainly reserve that for the show) but I’d honestly put Lackadaisy in that same category, because they’re all pilots that serve as the proof of concept rather than a full on episode of a series. In some areas the Lackadaisy pilot could have been a little better but I think it did the job, and as I’ve said I really hope that it becomes a series. But yeah, anyways, writers for pilots really need to stop feeling the need to cram so much in and tell you everything lol.

#feel free to disagree with be btw #cartoon pilots #animated indie short #indie cartoons #indie animation #lackadaisy #I wished cliffside got made into a series it kinda sucks that it was scrapped #pilots #my thoughts #unrelated #lackadaisy animated short #lackadaisy pilot

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deaddee-anime-brownfanlady · 1 year

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LACKADAISY Pilot Short Review & Thoughts: INDIE Animation Greatness.

Okay, so I've just recently gotten finished watching the latest new indie animated pilot short: Lackadaisy. Honestly, I truly and seriously loved this 27-minute long film of bootlegging kitties' adventure! Now for those who are super new to this short and overall story of the Lackadaisy world, the short takes place in 1920s America specifically in St Louis Missouri during the prohibition era when all things alcoholic were OutLaw and where most of the characters consist of anthropomorphic cat people in this story.

The title comes from the name of the café also covered as an underground speakeasy "The little Daisy Café " or for very special Partons and guests that want to get their illegal drink on known as the Lackadaisy speakeasy. All in all, the business hasn't been like it used to be for the little once glamorous speakeasy, leaving our main cat trio of trouble of the short to dig up some much-needed booze. We got the highly chaotic also artistic wild spirit, wacky, smart but slightly dimwitted sweet grinning nut Rocky Rickaby. His baby-faced sweet and super adorable well mannered but deeply repressed rage Tigger happy cousin Calvin "Freckle" McMurray ,and last but not least little miss firecracker and sweetie full of spunk Ivy Peppers.

On the revival competitor side that is Marigold. We got our Cajuns sensations siblings danger duo the Savoy: Serafine and Nicodeme, And last Mr. Tuxedo always serious catman and professional "cleaner" extraordinaire Mordecai Heller who has some past history with the Lackadaisy staff & it past owner. Now a little details on what and why I enjoyed this film.

The Animation: Lackadaisy overall animation is fantastical amazing, like UGH from the impressive shading and lighting within the backgrounds from the way the characters eyes are super luminescence in the dark and really gives that feline aspect. To the intricate little details such as the characters very realistic cat ear twitching and other behavioral cat traits like the tail movements and fizzing of the fur when scared or startle, some criticism I've seen in the Live Chat in regards to the left in sketch/guidelines within the characters is that it's distracting. But personal for me I liked the added in sketch linework, it deeply reminded me of super old school classic Disney animation or seeing old traditional animationing videos on how they did things back in the day.

The Voice acting: I swear the voice casting in this was excellent and very on point. Each of the voice actors really fit so well into each of their characters, from Michael Kovach great voice work as Rocky who you can tell was really enjoying himself, to Channel Awesome Malcolm Ray as Nico and Benni Latham as Serafine and ProZD also known as SungWon Cho very nice and fantastic voice work as Mordecai and Belsheber Rusape as Freckle and Ashe Wagner as Mitzi, Lisa Reimold as Ivy. Just overall real good sounding Voice work.

The Story: Now when it comes to overall story, I liked how it was basically more of a standalone type of storytelling in its own kind of separate reality then what's currently going on in the comic thus far into it. I can maybe see others who've been following the webcomic for far longer might dislike certain changes in the pilot that differ a bit from the comic, but I can get why they went with it this way so it probably would be easier for newcomers to jump into it. While certain parts did felt a bit underwhelming & might not be super perfect, I still enjoyed the energy and pacing of this short. I felt they did a really good job as a pilot showcasing the premise /concept and some of the characteristics of the main cast, although not all of them...but I felt it did a nice enough job of giving you a taste of these characters and making you want more of them & find out what's their story is. Either way love how the pilot plot was this mini but disastrous bootlegging adventure of Rocky, Ivy and Freckle getting into trouble barely escaping with their lives all for some nasty tasting booze.

Final Thoughts: While I might not have been following this project or webcomic since early DeviantArt or back during the mid-2000s to 2010s ( even though I wished I got into it much earlier) as long as others have. But even as a somewhat new fan of this indie piece of work and incredible artsy, I truly really come to love Lackadaisy so much and I deeply hope that this pilot short will paved the way for even more crime-fulled animated kitties adventures in the future.

Please Check Out LACKADAISY and give it all the love and support it can get because I want more Booze stealing lawbreaking Cats to see!

#indie animation #adult animation #animation #lackadaisy #animated pilot #animated film #animated shorts #2023 animation #2d animation #animated short film #animated films #lackadaisy cats #youtube animation

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avatarvyakara · 1 year

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I’ll be quite honest here—I do very much enjoy the comic Lackadaisy, despite coming to it so late. I also greatly enjoy the pilot episode, which takes place in a slightly different world. But despite the decade of written and illustrated gold that has come out of the comic, I feel there’s one thing the pilot managed considerably better.

This being the relationship between Freckle (Calvin) and Ivy.

…now, before anyone sics Mordecai on me—

The relationship between the two in the Lackadaisy comics was literally years in the making, but always felt a touch one-sided. Ivy was quite determined to have Calvin as a boyfriend, setting up a meeting with him soon after their initial introduction and deciding that they were dating shortly after. And they did converse, and seemed to be getting to know each other a bit better, and the first kiss—and the one after that, one of the sweetest scenes I’ve read, check out “Liaison” to see what I mean—hardly came out of nowhere. But there’s still too much missing. They haven’t seen each other in trouble, they’re very firmly only connected by the speakeasy and no other outside means (to the point that Calvin was somewhat scared of introducing her to his mother—although admittedly they’d only been going out for maybe twenty-four minutes by then), and Calvin, poor lad, is still somewhat being dragged along for the ride. He doesn’t quite know what he’s doing. And small wonder—by comic standards, their entire relationship from beginning to end has progressed this far in less than a week.

Whereas in the pilot, things are…a little different. They’re probably not an item per se, but they’re obviously close and definitely both interested. They have a certain shared banter and shared concern, both of which are firmly aimed at Rocky. (Thank you for your service, Mr. Rickaby.) Ivy has seen—and hasn’t been immediately driven (aha) away by—Freckle’s “fire” and his solo act with Daisy Deadly. Freckle is still more than willing to indulge Ivy’s own fire (on the dance floor) and for that matter to get involved in the work, despite prior reservations. They both seek each other out, help each other out, multiple times. That they didn’t jump the gun (aha) and go straight to necking in the broom closet means we actually get to see them work as a team, as partners…and root for them all the more.

Different crafts, I know. The comic and the pilot are completely different media, each with their own strengths and weaknesses, and both are frankly fantastic. But I do have my hopes that among the arcs the Author said she might do differently, we might find the Story of Ginger and Pepper remade to better capture the chemistry that can and does exist between my two favourite characters.

All credit goes to the auteur, Ms. Butler.

Thoughts?

#lackadaisy #ivy pepper #lackadaisy ivy #calvin mcmurray #lackadaisy freckle #ivy x calvin #frepper #avie’s ramblings #on the limitations and magnificence of Art #(seriously these two are just so sweet)#(…despite the circumstances)

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─♣️─ Lackadaisy : Shut-Eye

⸝⸝ tl;dr : some sleeping (not that type) headcanons for Rocky, Freckle, and Ivy! ⸝⸝ note : i found the unfinished version of this rotting at the bottom of my drafts, so i decided to dredge it up from the shadows and give it a proper rebirth, hope u enjoy :DD

🥞 Roark "Rocky" Rickaby

Sleep ? What's that ?

Nah, but on the off-chance that he does manage to get some shut-eye, he does it either a) sitting down on the driver's seat of the car, or b) on his side in the back seats, with the windows ever so slightly open. Granted, it's not very comfortable (especially with that cactus "friend" staring into his soul the entire night).

He does have a blanket, but it's so ragged and torn that it might as well be a piece of cloth he could wipe the car down with. Regardless, he still uses it anyways, even if it means that half his lower body sticks out and is prone to being snatched by the boogeyman under the car seats.

Needless to say, he doesn't get much sleep (sobs). He weaves in and out of consciousness, and doesn't get more than three or four hours each night. It doesn't help that the space totally regular coffee he infuses with pancake syrup gives him enough energy to last into the next decade --

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🥪 Calvin "Freckle" McMurray

On the nights when he's not haunted by his atrocious sins, he normally gets a decent seven to eight hours in.

If otherwise, however, he's just like Rocky ! They are cousins, after all. The only difference between him and Rocky is that Freckle tosses and turns for an absurd amount of time before finally falling asleep.

And on the topic of tossing and turning -- I also see Freckle as a "read books before going to bed" type of guy. I'd go into detail about what books he read, but that's for another time because I don't want this post to be too long lolz (and totally not because I haven't the faintest idea at all-)

Freckle sleeps on his side, curled up under the covers. He enjoys it especially during winter when being under the covers feel warm and toasty. The same can't be said for summer, however :skull:

I feel like he'd also be the type that, once asleep, would be so hard to wake up. He sleeps like a log, and the only thing waking him up is either his alarm clock, Nina gently knocking on his door to wake him up, or Rocky throwing rocks pebbles at his window.

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🩰 Ivy Pepper

Psshh, you know this gal gets her full eight hours; after all, who wouldn't after performing a thirty-minute meditation session in a room filled with vased flowers and the scent of her dormmates' perfume wafting from their vanity tables? Ivy Pepper gets her eight hours, all the time.

Or, at least, that's what she tells herself and others --

In reality, Ivy stays up late due to either a) some juicy gossip's been spreading around the dorms, b) she's got her paws on the latest edition of Vogue and she's just gotta finish it !! or c) she's mulling over her own problems regarding her involvement with the less than legal actions of the Lackadaisy Speakeasy. Especially after her conversation w/ Elsa at the Arbogasts' funeral home; in the daytime she manages to keep such thoughts at bay, but once everything starts to quiet down it begins to scratch, talon-like, at her conscience.

When she does get herself to sleep, however, she prefers the room cold. Like, freezing cold. It's because, like Freckes, she likes to snuggle under the covers (I mean, who doesn't?). Unlike Freckles, however, she sleeps on her back, with one of those frilly sleeping masks on. She's read in a magazine somewhere that sleeping on your back reduces the amount of puffiness your face gets when she woke up, so she does exactly that.

#୨୧ solari-writes ! ₊˚#lackadaisy #lackadaisy headcanons #lackadaisy fanfiction #rocky rickaby #ivy pepper #calvin mcmurray #rocky rickaby headcanons #ivy pepper headcanons #calvin mcmurray headcanons #might make a next part ??#maybe #depends on how this posts goes lol #but eitherway i might do it just to fill up my blog again

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cherryrainn · 8 months

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Sorry to hear your drafts were deleted, that's awful :( You're going to do great writing more stories, and it's going to be great to read them!

I'd love to request something if possible. Would a Lackadaisy platonic story of Ivy Pepper x fem!reader be possible? I'd love one of a reader pianist looking to write a song on piano and asks Ivy for her opinion on the progress overtime until it's finished. I hope that's okay and I hope writing stays fun foe you <3

aaa!! thank you for the request luv, ivy is my absolute fav <3 and thank you for your super kind words, i'll never stop writing... hope. anyway, i hope this is what you wanted!

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— rhapsody of reflection

ivy pepper x female pianist reader (platonic)

the warm afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of the lackadaisy speakeasy, casting a soft and inviting glow over the vintage furniture and the lively atmosphere. in a cozy corner of the room, you sat at the piano, your fingers dancing gracefully over the keys as you composed a new melody. your passion for music was evident in the way your eyes sparkled with each note you played.

as you lost yourself in the creative process, a familiar figure entered the room. ivy pepper, the embodiment of spirited confidence, sauntered over with her signature blend of charisma and playfulness.

"well, well, if it isn't the musical prodigy herself. whatcha cookin' up tonight, pianist?"

you glanced up with a smile, appreciating ivy's energetic spirit. "hey, ivy. yeah, i'm trying to come up with a new song. i thought maybe you could give me your opinion as it progresses?"

ivy raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a playful smirk. "you want my expert ear, huh? well, i guess i could grace you with my opinion. but don't expect me to hold back if i think something needs fixing."

with a chuckle, you nodded. "deal. i could use some honest feedback."

over the following weeks, you continued to refine your composition, playing it for ivy every few days. she'd listen intently, her eyes focused on your fingers as they danced over the keys. she'd offer suggestions and insights, helping you mold the piece into something even more beautiful.

"hey, in that section there, why not switch up the rhythm?" ivy suggested during one session, tapping her foot to the beat. "give it a bit more punch, you know?"

you followed her advice, altering the rhythm as she demonstrated. the change brought a new dynamic to the melody, and you exchanged a grin of mutual satisfaction.

as time went on, ivy's insights proved invaluable. she had a knack for identifying the emotional core of your music and suggesting changes that elevated the piece to new heights. you couldn't deny that her fiery personality was a perfect match for the creative process.

one afternoon, after many sessions of sharing your progress with ivy, you felt that the song was finally complete. with a mix of excitement and nervousness, you sat down at the piano and played the entire composition from start to finish. as the last note hung in the air, you looked up at ivy, your heart racing.

ivy leaned against the piano, her expression thoughtful. for a moment, she seemed lost in her own world, listening to the echoes of the music. then, a slow smile spread across her face, lighting up her eyes. "you did it, y/n. you really did it. this... this is something special."

you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and happiness. "thanks, ivy. i couldn't have done it without you."

ivy's demeanor softened momentarily. "don't get all mushy on me now. seriously though, you've got a talent. keep this up, and you might make a name beyond these smoky walls!"

as the evening wore on, ivy's vibrant energy blended seamlessly with the jazzy melodies that enveloped the speakeasy.

#ivy pepper #ivy pepper lackadaisy #lackadaisy #y/n #reader insert #x reader #ask #platonic #fem reader #lackadaisy pilot #lackadaisy comic #piano #pianist reader #pianist

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