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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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chaifootsteps · 3 months

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"Under a pay per second system, the more an animator produces the more money they make. It's rather elegant as it rewards more skilled animators with better compensation and motivates them to work harder thus ensuring production moves at a steady pace. A salary system doesn't have that advantage. Regardless of output, everyone would be paid relatively the same which means there's less incentive to go above and beyond and instead do the bare minimum in terms of efficiency." [emphasis mine]

it's kind of disturbing to see someone make this argument. they're essentially admitting that they think animators do not deserve equal pay or a steady salary. Instead they need the fear of God about earning a living wage being put into them so that they will crunch - or rather, 'go above and beyond', there's a classic capitalist euphemism if ever I saw one - in order to put out as much as possible. (also it ignores that not all shots are the same - more complex shots take more time, but I don't see them suggesting more complex shots should be paid more per second completed?)

Does it not occur to these types that having a steady pay rate produces less stressed workers? And less stressed workers can be relied upon to (in their words) go above and beyond anyway, maybe because people also like fulfillment in their jobs?? That there's no reason to believe they'll do 'the bare minimum' because the employment process exists for the purposes of finding animators who will put their heart into their work?

Back on the pilot someone made a whole video about how they added in a little joke about Freckle being tired after dragging the coffin, because they trusted the studio to reward them for adding a little flavor to their shot: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5ZDGNRDZN4

Do these people making 'animators need the whip cracking and only care about money' type arguments not realize that a lot of people actually care about their work, and a job well done? And having stable pay actually helps them do more of it, not less? And there are studies showing this exact phenomena across other disciplines??

Sorry to get heated, it just baffles me seeing this kind of pro-crunch pro-capitalist nonsense being peddled. Maybe they're young, maybe they're acting in bad faith. But anyone else who sees this kind of post should know that Lackadaisy fighting to make better standards for animators in indie studios is what we should expect everywhere, including production studios who already have the budget to do better. But it's so noticeable they're trying to staple onto Lackadaisy the attitude that, according to employees, ruined the indie atmosphere at Spindle - the underlying assumption and attitude of that post is that the art and end product matter more than the people

And that needs to change

No, no apologies for getting heated, that one gave me a bumper crop of the creeps. It's the kind of thing you'd expect to hear from a 19th century coal baron, or the manager of an Amazon fulfillment warehouse.

Kudos to Lackadaisy for being the change they want to see in the world.

#Anonymous #Lackadaisy #actual blog post

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lackadaisycats · 8 months

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Will the lackadaisy essentials art book be available by itself as a hard cover? I don't see it as one of the tiers

It's available as an Add-on. So, you can pledge for anything else (including the $1 "Tip your Bartender" tier), and then just add it on to your pledge rewards.

#lackadaisy #lackadaisycats #backerkit #art book #essentials

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jisreal64 · 28 days

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So a lot of people are confused on what a kicktoon is, basically a kicktoon (which I named after the crowdfunding website Kickstarter and the Nicktoons line of marketing used by Nickelodeon for their cartoons in the 90s and 2000s) is a crowdfunded indie animated web series that uses the exact same formula that was created by Hazbin Hotel and appeared as a result of the “boom” created by it. And for those of you who don’t know what the difference is between a kicktoon and a normal indie web cartoon is, then here’s the controversial meme I made to point out the formula:

Personally I’m not a fan of the genre because I think it’s the animation equivalent of the mascot horror genre of video games and the megamusical genre of stage plays, but in some ways it’s worse than mascot horror and the megamusical genre, because instead of starting out with heavy hitters like FNaF and Cats respectively, it essentially started out with Garten of Ban Ban and the broadway version of Starlight Express. I haven’t seen any other kicktoon outside of Helluva Boss and the test pilot for Hazbin Hotel, but if that’s the catalyst and gold standard for the genre, then I’m not holding my breath for one’s like Lackadaisy and The Amazing Digital Circus.

Now don’t get me wrong, I technically don’t hate the idea of kicktoons, in fact I actually see a lot of potential in the genre, however, I feel like this potential has been largely ignored in favor of people trying to replicate the success of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, and that was largely the case with the mascot horror and megamusical genres, that was, until the release of these:

My Friendly Neighborhood and Rent+Wicked basically served as a breath of fresh air for for the mascot horror genre and megamusical genre respectively, because instead of trying to replicate the success of previous entries in the genre, they all tried to do their own unique things to stand out from the rest. That’s because they weren’t made with the intention of replicating the success of other works, but rather they were made without those works or their respective genres in mind. MFN was made to be a spiritual successor to both the works of Jim Henson and Resident Evil style horror games (similar to how the video game Cuphead was made with the intent of being a spiritual successor to the golden age of animation and video games from the nes and Super Nintendo era of gaming) and both Johnathan Larson and Stephen Sondhiem had personal grudges about the megamusical genre and decided to make plays that wouldn’t follow the formula set by the genre, and surprisingly, all three were big hits. But I feel like that the kicktoon genre has yet to receive it’s MFN or Rent/Wicked style saving grace. If we don’t try to point out how this genre is slowly starting to ruin indie web animation, then there might never be a saving grace for the genre if people keep at it and keep listening to Saberspark, Cellspex, and all the other shills of the genre:

Of course, this is all just my opinion so feel free to (respectfully) disagree with me if you like.

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #animation #indie animation #kicktoons #mascot horror #saberspark #cellspex #schaffrillas productions #murder drones #lackadaisy #tadc #glitch productions #spindlehorse toons #viziepop #megamusical

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fablepaint · 4 months

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Hurray Hurray Hurray to the fuzziest show in San Jose, CA to watch a live Lackadaisy screening at Further Confusion!!

Followed by QnA with myself, voice actors for Rocky, Nicodeme, & Emery, co-writer Dave Capdevielle & more!!

That's furtherconfusion.org this weekend.

Don't miss it!!

And dont miss me at Table 57 in the Dealer's Den.

Pick up Lackadaisy Essentials, posters, and pins. I'll be accompanied by a "muppety" friend and doing sketches.

Look for the curtains with the blinking lights!

#lackadaisy #further confusion

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triangularitydubs · 1 month

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Digital Hearts MASTERPOST

Owned by: TriangularityDubs and @universallyrebelninja

Introduction:

Digital Hearts is where TADC becomes Kingdom Hearts. Essentially, Before Pomni came into the Digital World, there was a former keyblade master known as Kaufmo, he was respected a warrior to Kinger and his Kingdom.

One day, Kaufmox began to glitch and contort due to a new virus within the code known as Abstraction. He would flee the Kingdom and eventually succumb to the evil of The Abstraction.

He came back again and again causing trouble and strife for The Residents of The Kingdom. Eventually kidnapping Kinger and a resident known as Gangle, and turned them against their own.

This meant Caine, the royal advisor had to step up and rule the country until they found The Lost Princess or got Kinger back somehow.

Pomni's mission is to wield The Keyblade, while defeating Abstractions, sealing the darkness and finding The Digital Heart to stop Abstraction once and for all. Finding The Princess is kinda a side quest.

Worlds:

Hollow Chesstion

Murder Drones

Lackadaisy

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Eddsworld

Camp Camp

Learning With Pibby

Salad Fingers

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

Welcome Home

Poppy Playtime

That's Not My Neighbor

Undertale/Deltarune

(MORE SOON HOPEFULLY)

Main World(Hollow Chesstion)

WORLD 2: MURDER DRONES

Character Sheets:

Pomni

Ragatha

Jax

Uzi

Tessa

#the amazing digital circus #tadc au #the amazing digital circus au #theamazingdigitalcircus #tadc #tadc fanart #tadc pomni #Digital Hearts Tadc #tadc jax #tadc caine #ragatha tadc #kinger tadc #kaufmo the amazing digital circus #digital circus gangle

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samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires · 7 months

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I AM ALWAYS HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT MY LACKAGOLD AU!! So, this au focuses on alot of 'What ifs', mainly 'What of Atlas found the Savoys before Asa did?' and 'What of Mordecai never left Lackadaisy?'. The story's still kinda rough so far, but here's what I got so far:

In this au, Viktor still gets kneecapped/injured in some way, but it isn't caused by Mordecai (at least, not directly or intentionally), and it occurs before Atlas dies, atleats by a few years. Having lost one of his best triggermen, Atlas looked to essentially find a replacement for Viktor, only keeping him around to do more minor jobs due to Viktors' insistence. Rather than Asa, Atlas was the one who found the Savoy siblings and hired them, partnering them with Mordecai. Everything with Rocky and the others being hired is all the same as canon.

I'm still working on the reason that Mordecai stayed after Atlas' death, as the cannon reason is kinda ambiguous/only really hinted at so far, but I think the base reason for him staying in this AU is that Mitzi and him basically form a begruging partnership despite their disagreements, strictly out of respect for Atlas and keeping his legacy and Lackadaisy alive. They still aren't on the best of terms with each other, but try to put their differences aside to keep things running. The Savoys ended up staying because they enjoyed how non-traditional the work was and the amount of free-rein they were given.

After Atlas' death, alot of Lackadaisy split up, so although Mordecai and the Savoys stayed, Mitzi was still left short on resources. This lead to her giving Rocky, Ivy, and Freckle jobs as rumrunners, like in cannon, though they're also often partnered with the Savoys and Mordecai for protection/extra fire power against any competition that might try and take their already limited routes.

When not on jobs, Mordecai often vanishes, still trying to find out what happened to Atlas, while also keeping an eye on the competition and keeping Lackadaisy running in the background. Though he is occasionally dragged into things by Rocky and the others, much to his dismay.

The Savoys work odd jobs around the speakeasy when not out on jobs. Nico works as a bartender, allowing Viktor to have a break every so often, which often helps with the clientele a bit, as he's a bit more welcoming then Viktor, not afraid to turn of the charm to bring in customers. Serafine helps with waitressing and occasionally plays dealers for the occasional blackjack game if a particular crowd seems interested. They also both doubled as bouncers when buissness was better, but still occasionally help Horatio out when needed.

I also have a shit ton of ideas on this au, but this ask is long enough, so I'll leave it here.

!!!!

Oh. My God. Oh my God. OH MY GOD.

If you don't mind, I wanna make art of this! This idea is so beautifully vivid, and I enjoy the idea of Nico being a bartender, as well as Serafine helping with dealing. Plus we can't forget Mordecai getting dragged into all of the shenanigans. And if you EVER wanna talk about it more if you can, PLEASE DO!!!!

Y'all I love this community so much, I feel so welcome here. <3 <3 <3

#Below the Surface - Lacka-Fic #lackadaisy #lackadaisy fanfiction #Lackagold AU - created by Anon #mordecai heller #serafine savoy #nicodeme savoy #rocky rickaby #ivy pepper #calvin freckle mcmurray #lackadaisy mordecai #lackadaisy serafine #lackadaisy nico #lackadaisy rocky #lackadaisy ivy #lackadaisy freckle #bestie i owe you my life soul and kidney

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