#int. lucas

[peterbasara]

"I'm calling it research -- taking polls and such. It's always good to know what's resonating with the people these days."

He had the ability to make it sound like lofty and noble work -- when in reality he wanted to know what songs were gonna put his tip potential in danger.

"Dude, every song has a beat. That's the whole basis of music -- name a song that doesn't have a beat in it."

"Play them something slow with no decent beat." Lucas offered as he exhaled the cigarette smoke. Vapes were fine and all as far as he was concerned, but he preferred to stick to the classics. "Cause I bet they'd dance to even the most annoying songs as long as they had a beat to jump to." He took another hit of his cigarette, enjoying it for a moment or two before looking over at the man. "Don't tell me you're trying to think of something?"

[blushdrunks]

a closed starter for my heart, @canncnball, for dominique & luca.

"i suggest you keep your whores, god knows you have enough of them, because i am not sleeping with you." it's been about two weeks since they got married, but luca had been away working for his dad. it didn't bother dom in the slightest - the less she saw her husband, the better.

[canncnball]

a closed starter for my heart, @blushdrunks, for luca & dominique.

luca had gotten home minutes ago, but hadn't been able to walk through the front door yet. his hands were still shaking from the day he'd had. the only blessing was that they weren't scraped up and busted, just a little red and sore. however, he did have a small cut above his eye, along his eyebrow, with a bruise ready to spread out against his ribs and he wasn't ready to hear or see dominique's reaction just yet.

more time ticked on and when he'd been standing on their front steps for nearly ten minutes, he only grasped the doorknob to open it, stepping inside and slowly close it behind him. as best as possible, he was quiet, but it wasn't enough because he still heard her voice calling out to him from the other room and it made him sigh. his hands were still shaking and he balled them up into fists over and over again while inhaling a deep breath to calm down a little more.

[genortiz]

closed starter for @lucasxattean location: everything goes

There was just enough time to stop by Everything Goes and grab a coffee on her way back to work. After a busy morning, the lunch hour always offered a brief respite from the chaos of the salon. As she stepped forward to grab her coffee, Genesis' eyes landed on a familiar face—Lucas Attean, an old schoolmate from Briar Ridge High. She hadn’t seen him in a while, but the rough edges of his work-worn hands and the easy confidence in his smile made him unmistakable.

"Hey, how are you? It's been a while!" the brunette smiled, both corners of her mouth drawing upwards. "I was actually thinking about stopping by the shop to pick your brain, but I'll take this as my sign to do it now. My daughter and I are thinking about moving into an apartment downtown and no matter how hard I look, I can't seem to find a place with enough storage. I would love some built-ins, but I know those would probably be frowned upon by the landlord. Do you have any good renter-friendly storage solutions? I've just about given up on finding something to suit our needs," she admitted with a chuckle.

[xavierzakaria]

𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹

»» ⸻ attean creations

»» ⸻ with @lucasxattean

     The recommendation to stop into the woodworking shop had come by way of en employee at the resort, and even though it was now a few weeks later, Xavier was finally browsing and having a look around while the owner was busy speaking with someone else. There was a definite urge to push the other out of the way and demand his needs be met first, he thought that highly of himself now, the only thing that held him back was the kind of reputation that would set for him and he was all about keeping up a clean appearance. His fingers were smoothing along a nearly finished piece of furniture, impressed by the craftsmanship, when the man he'd come to see was finally free.

❝ ⸻ It's good stuff you have in here, ❞ Xavier offered the compliment smoothly, this particular time it was sincere. Someone good at their craft was something he could appreciate. ❝ Is it just you or do you have a whole team? You must never really get any time off, ❞ he said casually, conversationally with an amiable expression. ❝ Anyway, I promise I'm not here to just chat and take up what I imagine is precious time. I wanted to see about getting a custom piece done. ❞ The pause was purposeful, it was never good practice to just rush to anything. ❝ I'd like to have a custom desk made for my office. Would that be up your alley? ❞

[brckensociety]

{ closed starter | @mccntower }

cricket was pumped, hearing the sound of the crowd chattering away as they waited for the show to start. she always loved the excitement and anticipation that brewed in the air. she was in the second set, and the crowd finished clapping for the last performer before the host returned to the stage, 'next up, our resident rebel who is here once more to stun after winning their latest burlesque competition, it's time to welcome to the stage performing one of their most loved acts, jinx!' as the crowd clapped the femme, in her poison ivy costume, made her way on stage, standing in a pose in the centre as the song 'boyfriend' by dove cameron started to play through the venue. with that, she began her dance and strip-tease.

[marlborcs]

talia plastered on a smile, even though she wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. her boyfriend had his arm around her shoulders as they walked along through the bar before she saw him. with her. her heart dropped into her stomach and she bit into her lower lip when they actually made eye contact. talia couldn’t help but smile gently in his direction and she gave him a little wave. her boyfriend saw who she was waving at and tensed up, “let’s go say hi, yeah?” she said and he didn’t want to, but she walked over, anyway. “hi,” she said to lucas. everything and everyone around them kind of disappeared when they were in the same room together, even know as they were exes. she still loved him more than anything. / @lockedgardens

[silkchvffon]

happy one millionth thread to us probably @invcntions <3

SHE'S HAPPY TO SELL THE IDEA of being the successful vineyard owner when in reality she bought this on a whim after getting incredibly high in amsterdam. birdie's not even gotten around to updating the vineyard's information, which is definitely how esma was somehow lured into booking an appointment for wine tasting. birdie has other obligations, but she really wants to see the couple in action, is much too curious to leave it to a sommelier ( who, without question, would be far better qualified for this ). the blonde greets lucas with a grin when he exits the car. « well, hello stranger, » she singsongs. « where's the missus ? »

[wild-magic-oops]

My Galemancing Tavs/Durge's New Year resolutions

Gale: Do you have any New Year resolutions, love?

Julian: To **** your **** at least a hundred times.

Gale, a little flustered but also interested: That's your resolution? Really, Julian?

Julian: It's an achievable goal that I won't be giving up on, so it's already superior to most people's resolutions.

Gale: Well, I cannot argue with that logic. Nor with the resolution itself.

Julian: I bet you can't. You know what, I think I'll start early.

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Gale: Do you have any New Year resolutions, love?

Lucas (Durge): To spend more time with you, travel to new places, and try new hobbies <3

Gale: That's a pleasant list. I almost expected-

Lucas: And destroy father's cults..

Gale: ... Right, of course. Can I do something to tempt you into removing that last part from your list so you don't accidentally get yourself killed?

Lucas: I... you can try.

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Gale: Do you have any New Year resolutions, love?

Elaine (wizard): To acquire the original [insert book name here].

Gale: Love, that book is in [insert name]'s collection and I'm fairly certain they would not be willing to part with it.

Elaine: I know.

Gale: ... Please don't tell me we're going to-

Elaine: Steal it!

Gale: Elaine, no!

Elaine: Elaine, yes!

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Gale: Do you have any New Year resolutions, love?

Oliver (Honour Mode Tav with whom I finished the game but accidentally got many npcs killed): To survive!

Gale: That's a bit on the low end of expectations, wouldn't you say?

Oliver: Ok ok, um, to survive and ALSO not accidentally get anyone killed :)

Gale: That's perhaps a bit too challenging.

[nikoramsey]

𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹

»» ⸻ monday afternoon-ish inside chapman's grocery

»» ⸻ with @nataliedcluca !

     Since his newly acquired home was undergoing renovations Niko was staying at the resort in the meantime. The suite was big enough and had a couple of rooms to it yet he still found himself downstairs occupying one of the conference rooms. It felt like a better separation between living space and work, two things he'd learned the hard way to never try and combine. There had to be boundaries. Even if he was destined to be a forever bachelor at this point.

Another benefit in being downstairs was his proximity to the complimentary coffee and snacks, something someone else was replenishing and refreshing rather than he having to make a new cup anytime he was in need. That alone was likely to make it difficult to leave the resort when the time came to move into his house and have to fend for himself all alone. But living out of a hotel room, even if it was the size of someone's apartment, didn't feel right either. 

The sound of his phone buzzing on the hard wood of the conference table annoyed him at first. Niko was mid-sentence in an email reply with one of his clients and hadn't wanted to lose his train of thought. One glance at the screen showed that it was his γιαγιά calling and he almost ignored it, figuring he could just call her back in a few minutes. Something snagged him though, maybe it was an unknown sense, and Niko pressed the green button on his iPhone screen.

❝ ⸻ Γιαγιά, μπορώ να σε καλέσω πίσω σε λίγα λεπτά; ❞ Niko asked as soon as he put the device to his ear. He and his γιαγιά usually spoke Greek together.

[blcssom]

closed starter for @remaineds

of all the scams he'd whipped up, this had to be one of the most lucrative. and, if that weren't enough of a drawn, luca was quickly learning that the devotion a congregation had to their pastor ran deep. still, each potential convert meant a heavier donation plate at the end of the day, so the second his sermon was finished he approached a new face he'd picked out of the crowd. "i'm not sure we've had the pleasure of meeting yet, i'm pastor rosen." and he almost sounds pious enough to be one. "are you visiting someone? or just new to our group?"

[gracland]

closed starter for @scbrvght / inspo linked in source muse: lucas o'connor ( rudy pankow. twenty five. pro surfer. )

"you don't have to put up this act around me. how long have we known each other? fuck, you're my oldest friend, you know. you can be completely and unapologetically yourself around me." lucas insisted, still in the dark on why they came over to his house without any advance warning and at this ungodly hour. but wasn't that what real friends were for? "i'm here for you always. this is a permanently judgement-free zone."

[blushdrunks]

a closed starter for my heart, @canncnball, for dominique & luca.

she had gotten better and she was finally out of bed. she took a couple of pain pills and she made her way downstairs. she smiled when she saw her husband in the kitchen. "hi," she said softly and slowly made her way over to him. "...i felt like i could get out of bed, so." dominique shrugged and she swallowed thickly. "what're you doing?"

[acevedohadid]

closed starter for @jaydenlucas

location: smoked to perfection

Toto, we ain't in Texas anymore. Dude! It's so good to see you! My god, have you ever been this freaking tall? I should have listened to you and play more football growing up, I swear. Listen, this is probably not as good as food back home, but I thought for old times' sake some BBQ would be cool.

[pickpetals]

@cagedpotential, ❝ i thought you hated things like this. ❞

lucas stands in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar to his shirt and running his hands down the front to flatten the wrinkles for the third time since he'd put it on. blue eyes glance to the reflection of the mirror to find his best friend sitting on his bed with a judgmental crease in her brows. the girl who knew everything, looking at him like she knew nothing at all. he scoffs in response, shaking his head in disbelief as though it is an answer so clear that it's transparent. ❝ i do hate things like this. ❞ things like this is an unspoken term for any sort of social event that forced him to interact with people outside of his typical circle, which was kept incredibly and purposely small. ❝ peyton invited me. i'd be an idiot if i didn't go. ❞ another look at himself in the mirror was spared, shrugging his shoulders as he ran a palm over the fabric for the fourth time. ❝ or i'll look like an idiot either way. ❞

[cynthiasoriano]

     Unable to keep it down, Cynthia let out a soft murmur of laughter, ❝ ⸻ Mango and Tuna. ❞ Her head shook as mirth invaded her entire expression. ❝ If I ever catch the orange demon we should get them together for playdates. They sound like they'd be a pair. ❞

The truck was gentle in the way it jostled her as it coasted along the road. Cynthia sat comfortably in the passenger seat despite getting a ride from a virtual stranger and looked over her neighbor's houses as they passed. ❝ You think so? ❞ Her hand found the ends of her ponytail as she turned her head to look at Enzo. ❝ I've always honestly been a little self-conscious about that. It's kind of funny, but I get that a lot, people not listening to podcasts much. ❞ Sometimes she was amazed along with her gratitude at being successful. ❝ If you're into books and reading then Bookish might be a good listen. Most listeners are into Diary of a Sinner because of the confessions. It's basically just getting to hear people's deep and dark secrets. ❞

When they stopped in front of her house Cynthia unfastened her seatbelt and shifted slightly in her seat to face Enzo. ❝ I usually keep the cauldron inside and the ghosts can't escape, so — ❞ With a laugh she shook her head slightly. The humor and sarcasm he tossed her way was refreshing, it meant he likely wasn't offended or sensitive to her own. ❝ Princess, ❞ she tsked, a faux warning, ❝ have to be careful with that. Your possible serial killer passenger might get attached. Spared your life and became obsessed. ❞ Might as well keep up the gag. Cynthia took the card he'd offered and read over it briefly. ❝ It's likely Mango that'll need saving from catching these hands, but—thanks. ❞ She indicated the business card, something she'd certainly keep in mind and went for the door. ❝ Mango will likely leave a dead bird on your doorstep to say thanks for thwarting the chase, ❞ Cynthia winked and slipped out of the truck. One last time she voiced her gratitude and then waved as she headed for her front door.

Enzo eased the truck down the street, casting a glance at the woman in his passenger seat. Cynthia's running shoes were still dusted with gravel, and her ponytail was slightly askew from the chase. But there was certainly little room to conceal a weapon beneath her skin-tight activewear.

“Mango?” the man shook his head in amusement. “I’ve got a cat myself. Well, a shop cat. He's a stray, like your little home invader, but we feed him and he has a cat flap for when he wants to come and go. We call him Tuna.”

As he rounded the corner onto her street, Cynthia's confession piqued his interest. While Enzo wasn't a big podcast listener himself, he definitely recognized at least one of the names she'd mentioned, likely from social media or conversations with friends and customers. “Podcast host, huh? You've definitely got the voice for it. I'll be honest, I don't listen to them much, but I might have to start."

Slowing to a stop in front of her place, Enzo shifted the truck into park and leaned his arm casually across the steering wheel as his eyes drifted to the passenger-side window. “This it? Not bad. I was expecting something a little more… haunted, if we’re sticking to our horror movie theme.”

When she offered to tip him through Venmo, he shook his head. “Save your money, podcast princess. This one’s on the house. Besides… It's the least I can do since you spared my life." Shifting in his seat, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card for Kelly's Auto. He didn't know whether he'd made a new friend or a customer today, but as he handed it over to Cynthia, he hoped it may be both. "Just so, you know... if you or Mango ever need backup again, you know where to find me.”