Just Out Of Curiosity, Would Y'all Like To See A Murder On The Orient Express Inspired Fic... But Make

AHAHAHAGUSJFZTUXBH- *cough cough* pardon me. Just finished Calli's little character poster after... Multiple hours, and here it is!

Transcription (so sorry for the blurriness 😭):

Born: December 6th, 1899

Murray bridge, South Australia

Born and raised on the murky expanse of the Murray river, Calliope was always one for life on her family's cattle farm. And, undenounced to her parents, the life of a small-time bank robber in the latter half of her teenage years. Considered more wayward and rebellious the older she got, it came as a shock to her when her elder brothers, and father, were enlisted in the armed forces to fight in the great war. Leaving only her and her mother to take care of the farm for the years they were away. And by circumstances of a tragic heartbreak, Calliope left her homeland and became a stowaway on a cargo ship heading for the distant lands of the Americas. In the hopes of finding an opportunity to build a new life for herself.

Though as they always say, old habits die hard. With the young Australian lass getting recruited for little pay in the esteemed Marigold gang. Now both a well-known patron, and a long-time bootlegger. Nothing, and she means nothing, is getting in the way of her current life. Or... That's what she thinks at least.

Living a congenial life on the wooden panels and planks of the Marigold room's backstage area, and being mostly forgotten about by a certain Marigold night manager. Calliope enjoys a plethora of... Interesting activities. Those including: Precarious automobile operating, wrangling with almost any cattle you put in front of her, mending household appliances, and dutifully using a shotgun. Her weapon of choice.

Woo! Thank you for reading all that (if you did), Maeve and Angel are going to be here (hopefully) soon. Feel free to ask any questions!

As always, have a magnificent day/night! 😘

Second Lacka-oc finished!

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Born: November 27th, 1903

Salem, Massachusetts

Maeve Midwinter, the proprietor (and solitary worker) of a cosy little bookstore in downtown St. Louis. The epitome of a pristine and upstanding citizen, she carries herself with utmost pride. Serving her community like the very legal citizen she is.

Well... Aside from her random bursts of uncontrollable rage. But she will assure you it was just the amount of caffeine she had in her coffee that morning, "It's nothing, I assure you!". But besides that, Maeve has devoted her life to her books, the few things in life she finds worth her time. That, and the fact that she chooses to associate with what her mother would call the scum of the earth, supplying speakeasies with a portion of illegally made wine. Though perhaps being a supplier certainly has its... Perks. For example, getting to know the charming Australian bootlegger working for the infamous Marigold gang. Who she seems to have taken quite the liking to.

Among the pleasantness of her small bookshop on the corner, this gentlewoman enjoys listening to the ambience of her many records on her gramaphone. Coupled with the oh so calming turn of a book page when nobody is around. Loving all fashion with ruffles and jewels to them, she collects anything even remotely shiny she can get her little mitts on. As well as being an avid lover of dark humour, and strawberry flavoured macarons.

Very happy to have Maeve's character card done, I find her to be the more ostentatious of the three given her... wealthier upbringing.

As always, have a dazzling rest of your day/night! 😘

Happy birthday to Ace! 🥳🥳🥳

Guess who's birtday it is today?

Ace would have been 119 by 2024 and only two years away from surpassing god. Though unlikely, in my heart he is trucking along today continuously baffling Christendom by continuing to live.

I’m not very experienced with animation and i have a tendency to brute force my way through a problem instead of looking up a tutorial lol, but I’m pretty happy with this. The secondary motion in the ears and neckerchief are a bit janky but the tail sway I’m pretty proud of. As well as the anticipation before the yank on the calender.

I also simplified his design a little bit. As much as i love it, the fur pattern can be difficult to track so i left out the spots on his arms and tail. The face stayed the same though as its what most important.

And of course tumblr crunched the quality to hell so heres a little boogie gif with better quality

Thank you for tagging me @yanci-indigo @gentlelass @sundaesatmidnight 😌

1. I speak some French, mostly from random Duolingo lessons.

2. I have read the entirety of the Wings of Fire series. My favourite book being either The darkness of dragons or The Hive queen, my favourite character being Cricket, and my favourite tribe being the Sandwings.

3. I have a collection of old coins that I have stashed away, my two oldest ones being from the 1920s.

Tagging: @realbouru @themissingrainfallkingdom @akosisab @echotheartist @poppy1moon and anyone else willing to participate ✨

Oh, and before I forget... Comment ça va?

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it the last five blogs in your notifs. Anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog <3

/nf :]

Ahhh yippee!!

1. I am just barely shorter than 5ft

2. I once almost drank a spider

3. When I was little spiders really liked me. Like I’d find daddy long legs climbing up my arms a lot as a kid and there were two that made a nest near my bed and I felt like it’d be rude to take it down so I just. Didn’t

@nerd-cat-rambles @thehermitavatar @wildernezz @ariadne-wild @dnbrainrot pspsps

G'day mates!

Haven't posted in a while but thought I might as well showcase some practice sketches of other's Lacka-oc's/ Lackasona's!

Maura Venza belongs to @rudnitskaia

Marianne Villanueva belongs to @ahhhh-118

Lacrimosa Ambrose belongs to @samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires

And finally, Calliope Cairns belongs to yours truly

Planning on drawing more Lacka-oc headshots in the near future (hopefully)

Have a wonderful day/night!

May or may not be a bit late to the party, but Happy Birthday to our favourite Symmetrical trigger-man Mordecai!

(Definately did not forget about this in my drafts 😅)

Thanks for tagging me @themissingrainfallkingdom !

Hmmmmmm... Well it's not wrong

(Also did Maeve and Calli because why not)

Maeve's is scarily accurate 🤔, as for Calli... I won't spoil anything.

@ahhhh-118 @rudnitskaia @coffeintheface @bumble-b88 @akosisab and @yanci-indigo

(or whoever else wants to keep this chain going!)

Rude. and very true but still rude 🤨

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Heyy, I have been looking through your art and I LOVE your art style!! I TOTALLY understand if you can't take this request but could you draw Wick? Thanks, stay hydrated!! ❤️

Sure thing!

Tysm for taking the time out of your day to look over my work, I really appreciate it 💖

(note: So sorry for the late response 😭, been really busy the past few days. Anyway, I hope you like the Wick drawing!)

Bored, so why not? 😊

Leaving it open for anyone that wants to join!

Okay y'all let me start my busy day.

Made this picrew here -> " Let me be pls. :) "

AHHHH, Love it! I couldn't stop reading if my life depended on it, good job 👍

Hey there.

I know this isn't mainly a social platform of writing, and if you don't care for reading my long-ass bullshit, you're free to scroll. But I was very eager to post here a summary of my Oc, Marjorie's Ford life since her birth to when she first joined the Marigold Gang, at least for that couple of people who will care enough to bother reading, since I've always left you in the dark about most of her past up until now. I will make a storyboard with actual drawings to make it more interesting to the eye at some point, but it'll take long, so for now, enjoy what I have to offer.

The recurring year is 1894, and yet another baby girl is born under the prosperous (not for too much longer) Kingdom of Italy. But not just any child, falling short of aristocracy in terms of wealth: daughter to the Opera singer Caterina Casiraghi (Ford) and the handsome but opportunist American notary who snatched the Italian beauty as soon as he was her, Christian C. Ford. Second to nobody in her own home but her older brother, Malcom Ford, Marjorie was still spoiled and pampered from all sides, and for a while, they were happy. 

But of course it was too good to be true, and soon enough Christian's misdeeds came biting back to him, after a life time of biting more than he could chew: the notary and most of his official possessions burnt to ashes in a fire, and although the cause was officially concluded to be an accident, his family knew in their hearts it was nothing but arson: between what remained of the man's belongings, in fact, the wife found multiple letters of a minatory nature coming from some unspecified shady client of the man's, that he had evidently proceeded to ignore. The widow, left on her own with a man to bury and two children to raise,  had no choice but to roll up her sleeves, and the broken family spent the next six years of their lives incessantly hopping from place to place, partially for the matron's role she played in different courts across all Europe as a requested and appreciated soprano, partially to avoid meeting the same early end as the late father and husband may his killers spot them if they stop in a single place too long.

Such circumstances weren't the most normal for the youths to grow up in, and the siblings came out as... not any normal really: while the weight of responsibility hung on the eldest's shoulders, stuck in the role of the "man of the house" and becoming gloomier with each day, the younger could only long to receive that much attention. Daughter unsuitable of inheriting anything, too young to get married to another rich man, and with a voice too small to follow her mother's footsteps into the world of Opera, she soon veered towards theater, her frame, just as small as her voice, nimble and agile, her movements graceful, her scenic presence lovely as she had learnt to emulate from her mother. Still feeling the psychological pressure that was truly only inside her own head from being both female and the younger child, where she couldn't follow her mother's footsteps she instead followed her late father's, soon adopting less-than-savory methods to get ahead in her career, eliminating the competition before it even got the chance to become such.

All prestigious careers however have as much of a raise as they are doomed to have a fall, and in 1914, when the Great War officially broke out, the entertainment business collapsed, specially fields as frivolous as dancing and singing, and the next thing which dropped at dizzingly fast speeds was... the Ford Family's bank account.

The Ford widow, ever the loyal mother and wife, used the last funds she had to send her children to their fatherland America like many other immigrants of the time to seek luck and a better life, and we all can imagine what happened to her, next.

The sole survivors of the Ford Family, at this point aged respectively 21 and 23, were soon separated yet again, however: not any more than a few weeks after they had successfully disembarked in Mexico, in fact, the Italian government spotted them, demanding that Malcom  came immediately back to motherland to fight in the army along all other male, able-bodied Italian citizens of age. The boy, after a lifetime of accepting responsibilities, had it drilled into his very subconscious by this point to always answer the call of duty without question, and so he did one last time, taking leave from his sister and all the money they had left. He wrote his sister letters and send her more money for some time, directing them to Mexico City where he had left her. After a while however he stopped receiving answers from her altogether, an no sibling ever heard from the other ever since.

This is because Marjorie after some months of permanence in Mexico, working some gigs here and there, plus the money she was receiving from her brother, finally saw an opportunity to build a new life all for herself, where she would be the sun, the star of the scene, rather than a mere moon in the backlight of not one, but TWO suns in her case, both mother and brother. Having been a nomad all her life Marjorie never learnt to truly form bonds and emotional attachments to people, always knowing she'd lose them as soon as she had to move yet again; hence the loss of her mother and the betrayal she inflicted on her brother never weighted much on her mind, or so she tells herself. She traveled all the way up to Missouri, where she soon started working as a maid at a certain Maribel Hotel, where a "kind", if sorta odd fella by the name of Asa Sweet welcomed her in his den in exchange of a mere few favors which would cost Marjorie nothing but a constant smell of bleach on her person, due a variety of reasons, and the sanity she had already long lost anyways.

Opportunist sociopath born out of heritage, of circumstances and most importantly of the intrusive thoughts of inferiority inside her own head nobody ever bothered teaching her the strength to fend off, the rest is history.