Hallo, jeg er Lucas. Welcome to the blog of a man in his early-forties. Honestly, I'm not sure what to even post here. A bit about me, I guess? Well I'm Danish, I do hunting, and I own a very sweet little dog. Her name's Fanny. I.. used to atleast.
My son, Marcus, will pop up around here sometimes as well. I'm not sure why he insists on using my blog when he can make his own.
I look forward to meeting new people here. Please keep your interactions appropriate, tak! :>
` claimed anons ` — N, spidey 🦈, 🐌
`` Status: Sporadic activity. ``
Last updated: 04/04/2026
` info `
`` An indie, multi-fandom open rp askblog with sights set on Lucas from “Jagten” // “The Hunt” (2012). This is Lucas at the end of the movie, just before the one year timeskip. I follow canon up with the exception of the ending. I've finished my retelling of the movie events; if you'd like to interact with him at different points of the movie let me know. Everyone is welcome to interact, HEU encouraged. I will not reply to anything that makes me uncomfortable. Mod is a minor. ``
`` Be warned that this blog will address heavy themes within the movie, such as false accusations of pedophilia, being a target of mass hysteria and the killing of animals. I will place content warnings in the tags for any post that may be triggering. I highly recommend reading this for a deeper look into the themes and symbolism of this movie. ``
`` All IC posts will be marked accordingly and will use white-coloured text. Lucas may speak in the tags as well, marked by 𖦏. Mod will speak with brown text or in the tags, marked with ooc. If your ask is directed towards the mod please specify, else I will assume it is aimed at Lucas. I go by Cliff, he/him, following back from @cl1ffs. If I do make a typo please let me know, it'd be doing me a favour. ``
` acquaintances `
@1nvictus — Nigel Banyai.
An interesting and charming man. Pleasant to chat with, though I can't help but feel I'm missing something?
(⨀ - ⨀;)ゞ
@author-aiden-galvin — Aiden Galvin.
Kind and determined young man with an imaginative mind. Deserves more if I'm being honest. The boy's like a second son to me.
(⨀ ᴗ ⨀)
@spideysharkk — Spideyshark.
I believe it is a… digital shark. A very friendly one at that. I've grown quite fond of it, reminds me of Fanny.
(- ▽ -)
@historyteacheroftheyear — Martin.
“Fellow sufferer of children” as he puts it. Also a fellow Dane and drinking buddy.
(❛ ᴗ ❛)
` tags `
` another day. ` — general IC posts.
` eye of the hunt. ` — main timeline posts; canon-compliant except the ending.
` answered mail. ` — askbox replies.
` drifting leaves. ` — IC reposts.
` marcus here! ` — posts by Lucas's son, Marcus.
` rifle maintenance. ` — extra lore and headcanons.
` mail starters. ` — permanent askbox prompts and rp starters.
` doe-eyed angel. ` — Lucas gifs and images.
` of gentle hands. ` — general aesthetics fitting Lucas.
` out of sight. ` — OOC posts.
hi! I saw you can't hunt right now, and I thought I'd give you a rabbit I caught! I had caught a bunch anyway, so I don't mind sharing! It's a fairly large rabbit too!
-🐌
Oh! That's very thoughtful of you, thank you. For once I get a pleasant surprise, haha. I could make rabbit stew tonight perhaps.
Getting fucking shot and another stalker. What next? The horrors never seem to cease for you, înger.
— N.
It's strange, the image people have of me in their minds now. Distorted. I'm at a loss for what to do, if I can even do anything at all. On the surface it seems fine, but I know everyone is watching me closely. I dislike it.
Your messages cheer me up as always. Gives me something else to focus on.
Lucas! This weekend? Yeah, sure! Anything to distract myself from exam season... anything. Selvfølgelig I want to go out for a drink! Where are you thinking we'll go?
Ah, the poor history teacher is deprived of his alcohol. (｡•̀ᴗ-) Normally I wouldn't want to distract you since my son is under you, but he's been pushing me to meet you in-person amongst many other reasons. And I suppose relieving some stress might help you face the papers you dread to mark.
I usually drink with my friends at their homes, so I'm not very famiiar with any good bars. Maybe you might know it better? Or I could just go over to your place. I don't think Marcus would want to see you, haha.
Hi again, it's been quite awhile since we've last talked. Uh, I was the one that gave you that recipe for smørrebrød. Well I'm not sure if you'd remember that haha. It was months ago and I didn't realize you'd changed your account name. Explains why I couldn't find you. It'd be a shame if I let this opportunity slip again... so. I'm Lucas, it's nice to meet you. ( `v` )
`` @de4dlocked ``
Ah, you. I remember you. Nice recipe. Did end up trying it, actually. Good recipe. So, thanks for that.
Lucas. Looked at your profile. You had a dog? That's nice. I like dogs. I... had one. Same as you. Anyway, it's nice to meet you, too. Also heard you got shot. Rough. Recovery'll take a while, but you should be fine. Know who did it? If you end up finding out... tell me the name. Your son's made it clear enough that the shot was unjustified.
Anyway, it's nice to talk to you again, Lucas. Again, thanks for the recipe. It was good. And take care of yourself during recovery, won't you? Bullet wounds are a beast, but you'll get through it, I'm sure.
That boy... I guess should be glad he chose to vent what was on his mind rather than going out and picking a fight.. I'm embarrassed to know you've seen that. The sun's glare at the time was too strong so I didn't.. get a clear view of that person's face. I.. don't really want to find out either. Why do you want to know?
Her name was Fanny. Sweet angel when she was alive. Should've spoilt her more when I had the chance to. I'm also glad to hear the recipe was decent.
I still can't move my shoulder much at the moment, but I'll be up in no time. You seem to have great faith in me haha, I wonder why?
Wasn't going to say anything, but this blog has become somewhat of a journal to me. So.. I've been recovering from a wound.. in my shoulder. I'm not allowed to hunt for now. I can do other things instead. I'll.. think about it.
My dad won't say it so I will! HE GOT SHOT. IN THE SHOULDER. WHILE HE WAS OUT HUNTING WITH EVERYONE ELSE. He's not fucking game to be hunted. Rend mig i røven!! My dad is INNOCENT and he's done NOTHING wrong. Let him go for helvede it's been months! FUCKING INSANE ALL OF YOU! LEAVE HIM ALONE. Don't let me fucking find you, I'll fucking shoot you.
Wasn't going to say anything, but this blog has become somewhat of a journal to me. So.. I've been recovering from a wound.. in my shoulder. I'm not allowed to hunt for now. I can do other things instead. I'll.. think about it.
Og sikkert, og sikkert, og det ville han sikkert! HEHEHE Shark didn't learn Danish.. but shark saw your friends say this to you!! >< Shark thought it was fun!! Tho shark actually no idea what shark saying...
Ah that's no good shark, you need to know what you're saying before you direct your words at others. Luckily this isn't anything bad, just a silly drinking chant but what if it was something bad? Words can be harmful even if you don't mean for them to be. :>
It couldn't possibly be me teaching your son, could it? I had someone in my history class recently who was very enthusiastic about me looking like his dad. Your son, perhaps?
- @historyteacher-ish
Oh..? A kid with short brown hair, freckles, bright eyes.. named Marcus? I'll take a fair guess and say he's been asking you more questions about your history rather than the history you teach, haha.
Yep, right on all counts. Marcus, yep. And yeah, he was asking a lot about me. But that made the lesson more entertaining, so what gives? I didn't mind
That boy, seriously.. Thankfully you don't mind but don't let him go overboard yeah? It's been his latest obsession, and he's almost convinced you and I are related. Which sounds a little ridiculous to me, but I am just a little swayed by his theories.
I won't let him go overboard, I promise. But I am willing to let most of it slide for personal entertainment - and I'm pretty sure his classmates are grateful for the distraction from history, too.
Related? Huh. Your boy might have a point about us looking alike, at least. I can kinda see it...? But related? Maybe a bit of a stretch. What d'you think? You said you were swayed - starting to believe him, or...?
Grateful for the distraction.. can't say I blame them but his history grades have been subpar. It's an interesting subject, so I don't see why they'd be distracted so often.
Hard not to atleast sway a little when he finds a way to bring it up almost every single day. I mean; we're both Danish, about the same age? Similar looks.. hm. It's harder to believe we share no blood relation. Honestly it'd be pretty crazy eitherway!
I can only imagine when he finds out we've talked...
Subpar history grades? Honestly, subpar is better than some grades I've seen. And hey, he makes class more entertaining, so what can I say?
Okay, fair enough. Danish, same age... both teachers... yeah. I see what you mean. And he brings it up every day? Impressive. Most teenagers would forget about stuff like that within a day and care more about whatever party they're going to at the weekend.
He'll probably attack me with more questions when he finds out about this conversation. Again, though, it just makes class more entertaining, so I don't mind.
Entertaining the class is one thing.. but if subpar is better than some of what you've seen, I can't help but feel.. a little concerned? Surely your students can't be scoring that poorly.
My boy's got his heart in the right place, even if he is a little impulsive and reckless sometimes. Not saying just because I'm his dad of course haha, but I can't help boasting about him a little sometimes. Why, not a big fan of teenagers? They bring so much energy and life everywhere they go.
Don't be surprised if he decides to use my account to start a chat with you. I trust him not to do something crazy here.
Your boy's nice. Just saw two of his posts, actually - it'll be fun to see him in class soon. Or awkward. Maybe both. I can't decide which one I'd prefer right now at the fine hour of eight in the morning.
Anyway. We don't talk about my students' performances in class... We're all working on it. Partly my fault, I think, but ALSO, people spend more time on their phones than listening in class, and I can't do anything about that, sooooo subpar history grades it is.
I'm fine with teenagers. I like Marcus, he's okay. It's just a lot to be assaulted with the smell of hangovers and vapes at eight in the morning.
I'm relieved to know Marcus hasn't left a bad impression on you. I think you'd rather just not see him or any of your students at all though haha. Maybe you'd want a drink since you seem to drink a lot, probably more than me! Though I'm not sure drinking at eight in the morning is a good idea. We should go for a round or two sometime.
Hm I see, if you really have to you could consider confiscating their phones? I doubt they'd be very happy but it will force them to focus atleast. Only if you really have to though. Students learn best willingly afterall.
I don't ALWAYS drink at eight in the morning. Usually it's at eleven. But sure, we could go for a round sometime. Teacher to teacher. Or teacher to former teacher. Guy to guy? Fellow sufferer of children?
Marcus is fine. I'd prefer not to see anyone for at least three weeks at a time, but the job pays, and I need money, and history's my passion, so I can't exactly just quit.
Believe me, I tried that once. But we don't have a rule against phones at school, and they accused me of stripping them of their freedom or something when I tried confiscating them. Because I'm sure Instagram is freedom or whatever the hell teenagers use. Got me into quite a bit of trouble with their parents. So I just suffer through their vacant expressions and tapping around on their phones. At least I get paid.
Just teasing you, haha. Eleven is still fairly early to drink though. Fellow sufferer of children? That's a new one; it's pretty funny when you word it that way. We can go with that if that makes you happiest, which I'm guessing it does.
Not a very social person I take it? That's fair. Good that you're earning enough doing something you're passionate about. I personally enjoy teaching, but I don't think I'll be a teacher again for awhile. Atleast I get to enjoy what you can't at the moment on your behalf. ( ─‿─ )
That sounds disheartening, I can only wish you luck then. Maybe you should try some fresh topics. I'm sure the whole syllabus isn't just on the World Wars, right?
Where are you now, Lucas? Still exploring the States? Come visit me if you’re free.
— N. (@1nvictus)
Hey Nigel, it's been awhile since we've last talked (^-^) I'm still in the States yeah, specifically Baltimore. Where's your club located? It's not really my type of thing.. but it wouldn't hurt to have a look. Might as well make the most out of it. Maybe one drink.
Good man. I'll send the address. If you come during the day, there won't be as many people. Drinks are on the house for Mr. Worldwide, but maybe lose the sweater. It gets hot in here.
Think I'll only make it in the evening with that distance.. ah well. I appreciate the suggestion though, think I'll just find a quieter spot to settle into then. I definitely appreciate the free drinks haha.
I'll have to see if I've brought something else then.. don't exactly have variety.
Stop by whenever, I’ll show you all the quiet spots.
You can borrow a shirt if you need. Although what fits like sin on me might be a little loose on you. I doubt being an ex-teacher leads to much bulking.
Well I figured I'd wear the thinnest sweater I have but standing outside your club now.. well. Not that I would, but do you think your bouncers would let me through without a top? (＾＾l|l)
I really will have to inconvenience you further by borrowing a shirt. Drinking in a crowded place with a sweater sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. I definitely wouldn't mind wearing something looser in this place.
If it was a strip club, maybe. Unfortunately, this isn’t one of my former establishments.
I have just the thing. Blue short-sleeved button down with dachshunds printed on it. You like dogs, yeah? The ones who know will recognise it and not fuck with you. And if they don’t know, they’ll soon find out. Also, don’t worry about getting it dirty. It’s seen worse than spilled beer.
Huh, I didn't think I'd see something like this in your wardrobe. Guess I learn something new everyday. This is a.. really unique shirt, I like the little dachshunds haha. How adorable! I suppose only a man like you could wear this and still frighten people in it.
Anyhow, it still isn't my shirt so if I do dirty it I'll get it cleaned. And for the sake of everyone I hope nobody finds out tonight.
I spy a lot of good beer on display; surely I'm not drinking alone right?
What can I say? I'll keep you on your toes. Clothes may make the man, but I find it more fun to subvert expectations. That said, I've never seen you wear something so bright.
Of course not, we'll share a round or few. Drinking alone is for depressives and alcoholics. Tonight, we're neither. Tell me more about your escapades.
Keeping me on my toes in more ways than one for sure. You've got that.. presence y'know? I'm a little envious.
Ah I'd argue I'm somewhat of an alcoholic else I'd be ruining the good name of the Danes, haha. Can't say I have much to tell, but I did almost set the neighbouring forest on fire once. Or twice. Before I'd even made it past highschool.
Okay it wasn't actually just me but all us boys were bored yeah? Decided we should go camp out in the forest as all real men do. None of us knew what we were doing so we started a little fire and see where that took us for the night. Dumb teenagers, too many drinks, a campfire. See where it's going? (⨀ ε ⨀)
Couple drinks in Theo found himself a stick to light on fire and next thing you know everyone's got a flaming sword and we're all swinging it at each other! None of our clothes or us escaped burns that night, but that's the least of our concerns. Think we were too caught up playing vikings to notice a small pile of dry leaves had caught on fire and spread to the trees.
With our last collective braincell we dropped everything and starting throwing beer all over the damn tree instead. Did it help? Uhh. No. Haha. Uh by this point we were all pretty sober except for Olaf. Passed out and slept through the whole thing. Honestly I really thought we were goners but by some stroke of luck, rain poured in just a few minutes later.
We started chanting and throwing beer at each other instead, fire completely forgotten about. We were completely drenched in beer and rain the next morning. All of us fell sick and none of our parents were amused by our partially burnt items. I was grounded for quite sometime after that. Worth it I'd say.
Enough about that though, I want to hear about yours now. Care to share some?
Presence is something you curate. If you want presence, you can work on creating it, you know.
Ah, the follies of youth. How lucky you kids were to not set the entire forest and yourselves ablaze. Flaming swords sound fun enough to try while sober, if I'm being honest. Maybe not in a wooded area, though.
Let's see. Going way back, my bastard friend Darko and I went bar hopping once and happened to find a place running a karaoke competition. Being young, already tipsy, and tempted by the grand prize of free drinks for the night, we decided to join despite not being able to sing for shit.
We signed up last, and I came up with the brilliant team name of "2 Drunks, 1 Whore". When we were introduced on stage, the obvious question was, "Who's the whore?" Now, in my woefully inebriated state, I didn't think of that. Cue a wink towards our audience and "You're the whore", purred lovingly into the mic by yours truly. You can only imagine the cheering after. Charm and quick thinking can get you everywhere, actually.
We sang O-Zone's "Dragostea Din Tei". It's Romania. Love it or not, everyone knows the lyrics. Darko and I switched between Arsenie's and Radu's parts, and our "whore" joined in the bridge and chorus. Got the whole bar jumping and screaming their lungs out. I might've been crowdsurfing at one point. It's not even that good of a song, but we won, of course. The free drinks knocked us out, and the next morning, I woke up halfway out of an empty bathtub and found Darko passed out facedown on the bedroom floor. To this day, I still play that song in the club for tradition's sake.
Hahaha, ahh sounds like the both of you had a very bad crash the next morning, but it was definitely worth the while. I don't think I could see myself joining in something like that, not even for the free drinks. I'm usually the one sending everyone else home when they're drunk out of their minds.
I don't think I'm lacking the presence really, am I? I think it's in your natural charm and the way you carry yourself. Like what makes you, you yeah? It's captivating to see you sway a room effortlessly and it's something I enjoy watching happen. Like magic.
How responsible of you, and how sad. Can't really fully enjoy yourself and let loose when you're busy keeping an eye on everyone else. Don't worry, I'll make sure you get back in one piece. Maybe we'll get a song or two out of you yet, haha.
You have a certain manner about you, but it's not the kind of command that will immediately turn heads. It's quieter. People will instinctively turn to you for support or in a crisis. Kids and dogs automatically know you're safe. You radiate calm and safety, whereas whatever magnetism I have is because I look dangerous and don't hide it. They don't know whether to move closer or away. With you, it's the former.
I'm more than happy to look out for everyone really ( ❛ v ❛ ). A lot of people tell me it's sad, but I think it's nice to take care of people. It makes me happy to see others well so it's not all too bad. Hah I don't think my singing is any better than yours, but you always seem to draw that boyish impulsiveness out of me. Give me a few more rounds and I might really start singing "Take on Me".
Well.. I'm really flattered to know I radiate calm and safety. And not. Anything else. It's been a little hard to see myself after everything that's happened.
I'm probably being biased here, but I don't think you have, like uh, a glaring dangerous look about you. It's a.. subtle thing in your micromovements and expressions, depending on who you're talking to. Ah I mean, whatever it is, I admit I'm hopelessly attracted to it haha.
That’s a fun song. I’ve got a weakness for those funky ‘80s numbers, I admit. Now I have to see your solo.
You’re so impossibly good, you know that? Puts fucking tears in my eyes. You deserved better than what happened, and anyone worth a damn would know that you are as decent as they come. You’re not even as angry as you should be. Nearly as forgiving as Christ. I would have fucking killed them all. I still think about doing so for you, if I’m being honest. I don’t have much faith in humanity, but I have every faith in you.
I’m biased myself. You’re a sweetheart, so I’m naturally sweeter on you. Attracted, though? Tell me more.
No matter what, the last thing I'd want is for everyone to be dead but I... appreciate the... sentiment..? Nobody could've seen it coming. Life just unfolds that way sometimes, and I can't pin the blame on anyone in particular. I wouldn't wish this on anyone else but- and this is going to sound a little silly- but uh, I still wish sometimes I wasn't on the receiving end of everything.
I'm glad that you have faith in me even after knowing everything. It's rare to find someone who doesn't doubt, not that I blame them. It'd be hard for me to trust too. Agh, I've gone off a little there on my depressive ramble! ( =▿= ) End of that, promise. You're very nice yourself, even with all the violent talk. You're exaggerating a lot though, haha.
Dare I say it's hard not to be attracted to you? Just as a person alone, you're interesting to converse with, intelligent and of course, charming as always. You're far from shallow, and I'd ask how far the darkness stretches just out of curiosity, but I wouldn't want to pry too much. I can't say much romantically though from what I've seen, you treat "what's yours" as you put it with much love and care.
