Nothing Is As It Seems

Traceless RP Muses. (More to come later). 

[writtenillusions]

A grin appeared on her face at the idea of him looking through her wares for any reason, let alone as presents for his sister. She loved when people bought her items as gifts for others. “What is she like? I might have a few pieces I can show you if you would like?” While all she wanted to do was sit here, drink some tea and talk to this man, she was running a business. Plus if his sister liked it she may want him to find her more items. Leather? Millie made a mental note to look into some leatherworking tools. She hadn’t dabbled in it before but he brought up a fair point. It could open another avenue for customers she didn’t know she needed. “I’ll make something out of leather for you so if you come by again I have something suited to your tastes,” she decided with a nod of her head. Yes, she would get to work on that right away. After brewing the tea and bringing over an array of things to put into it, Millie handed him the tea cup and sat down on the chair across from the sofa. “Did you spend a lot of time with your sister?” Millie found herself asking without realizing. A small flush to her cheeks as she took a sip and clarified. “Sorry, you’ve mentioned her a few times and I’ve always been close with my sisters so I was curious.”

While hiding it had not been her intention, Millie was surprised to find that Wesley picked up on the word pack in her sentence. At least he didn’t seem too concerned that she was mentally unstable which bode well for him being a true witch. Though his words confused her. Misplaced? Was that a bad thing? “I get that a lot,” she offered up with a warm smile from above the rim of her cup. “I’m probably the weakest link in my bloodline. I’ve never been the best at the whole werewolf part of my life. Not that I mind being a werewolf! I don’t try to avoid it or anything.” It was hard to explain how Millie felt about being a wolf. The trait was just that: a trait. She grew up knowing that one day she would turn into a wolf every full moon as a fact of life. “Feel free to ask any questions you have and I’ll try to give you a proper answer but I may want to ask some witch related questions in return.” A rush of relief filled Millie as Wesley confirmed that Las Vegas was not really his ideal destination but rather he had come with a friend. “Where is your friend now?” She tilted her head as she asked, looking towards the door to see if someone was lurking outside of her shop. “I’ll meet him at some point? Does that mean you’re planning on coming around again?”

“Gianna is — sunshine somehow placed inside of a human and released into the world,” he said with a light chuckle as he thought of his baby sister. “She’s very artistic, free spirited, and caring. Right now she’s off in Ireland her boyfriend. I’m due to send her another care package soon, so perhaps a gander into your selection is needed.” Typically he sent her the most random assortment of trinkets, but she seemed to love them all the same. A smile appeared on his face at the thought of having another excuse to stop by the shop. That was splendid. Surely he’d think of something, but her having something he’d want to purchase made much more sense. “I’ll drop by again for sure.” Wesley shook his head after he swallowed another sip of tea in an attempt to dismiss the apology. “No need to apologize. How else will we get to know each other if we don’t ask questions. Before she left to travel we were very much attached at the hip. Even though she lives far away now though, we still manage to talk multiple times a week. I think she’d call the National Guard if she didn’t hear from me for too long.” Wesley used to ask just when he’d become the one to be worried about, but he let it go. It was his sister’s way of showing she cared, and she was always concerned that their situation robbed him of too much. 

He frowned at her choice of words and racked his mind for a different way to phrase what she meant. Having any negative association tied to the woman didn’t please him at all for some reason. “I wouldn’t say weakest. The universe works in mysterious ways. You are exactly as you were meant to be. Perhaps one day all that doesn’t seem to make sense or fit will end up being your biggest strength or advantage. Besides, I’m quite pleased with where you wound up sorting if that matters much.” If she were more along the lines of a “typical” werewolf, he doubted that they would have as much in common. Very few people clicked with him so easily and so quickly. “Ask me whatever you’d like. Are you colorblind when you shift? I know that most likely seems like the oddest of questions, but it’s believed about dogs which are your distant cousins. Is that the right phrasing? Cousins? I don’t know. Still, the meaning is the same. I’ve just always been curious.” Wesley’s mind could go off in a million directions with tangents, but he didn’t mind. Eventually his words wound up on the path he initially wanted. They just took a small detour. “Right now I imagine he’s still sleeping off his wild evening back at the hotel. I was getting quite fidgety, so I decided on exploring. As for my reappearance, of course. Although, next time I may ask that our conversation occur outside of your workspace.” 

[writtenillusions]

“What? OH! No, no. I just try not to eat a lot of sugar after what happened the last time. I got taken to something called a ‘candy shop’ and had something else called a ‘sugar high’ before falling into another thing called a ‘sugar coma’.” Kassandra explained matter-of-factly before listening to Wesley talk about the two different forms of coke. She frowned at the mention of white powder. “Is the white powder one, some kind of bad candy?”

Wesley’s face scrunched as he tried to put together everything the woman was saying to him. He remembered hearing something similar when it came to children, but then again, he wasn’t big on sweets. “I think I see or hear of that happening most on Halloween. It’s smart for you to stay away from sugar after that thought. It doesn’t sound pleasant.” Wesley also found the names of candy odd. Take nerds for example. What about the little sugar dots reminded people of an academic? It made no sense. “Not a candy, it’s a drug, and you have to promise me you’ll stay away from it. It seems like you’re new to a lot of customs, and I’d hate for someone to take advantage of you.” 

[writtenillusions]

“That, uhm, makes complete sense to me. Sometimes the day doesn’t quite work out the way it should, and then it can get frustrating to make the food work. I guess my solution is to cook as much as seems physically possible when I have time and freeze it. Or to use magic to help along with the prep. Do you need any tips?” Chloe smiled, not sure it was a good idea to comment on Wesley having to raise his sister. It sounded a little stressful. Well, a lot stressful. Meal prepping just made sense sometimes, but it was kind of her specialty to make home stuff go smoothly. She nodded a whole bunch of times, and typed out some notes on her phone so she could remember more of this Buy Nothing concept. “Well... with magic. I do run a little warm just by being myself, but I don’t like being cold, and warm hugs so are the best. In my opinion. So... uhm, mumble a few words, and the world feels a little bit warmer.” She demonstrated, casually murmuring a quick spell, and then holding out her hand. It might have been springtime, but it wasn’t quite the hottest time of year. This was a better sort of thing to do indoors, though.

“That’s usually how I do things. Lysander, my roommate and best friend, helps when he can. Well, he helps by telling me what he’s in the mood for which is good since I can be terrible at making decisions. I don’t spend too much time thinking about food. I see it as fuel, and I just eat what is easily accessible in order to function. It can make prepping hard.” If he hadn’t had to step up in order to take care of Gianna, Wesley was positive he wouldn’t have learned to cook anything beyond the basic essentials. Thankfully, his sister helped make him a touch more normal. “I’m not a man who generally receives a lot of touches. Not that I have something against them, but I think people don’t see me as approachable. Those that do know me are quite affectionate though,” he said with a shrug. It didn’t really bother him, but it did confuse him. To his knowledge there wasn’t anything about him that screamed unwelcoming. He didn’t have what many called a “bitch face,” so the whole thing was just flummoxing. He smiled at the offered hand and grasped it in his own happily. “That is nice, although, I imagine just about everything about you is. You have a very warm demeanor.” Unexpectedly he started laughing once the words were out of his mouth. Unintended puns were really the best. “Sorry, warm demeanor after you just made yourself warm just got me.” 

[writtenillusions]

Mac took one good look at this fancy suit guy, then at the stain on her pants with a frown. It dawned on her that her line of business wasn’t normal, and she started to try and ramble off some poor explanation as to why she wasn’t concerned about it. “Oh don’t worry, it’s my own. Not that anyone stabbed me or it’s that time of the month I just well… probably happened by accident with a vampire. All consensual it’s all good.” If she was explaining this to anyone outside of Traceless she would have sounded like some crazy person, but surely this person would understand what she was talking about.

Luca visibly relaxed when he heard that a vampire had been the cause of the bleeding, and that it was consensual. That officially made things not his concern. As long as the person was content and happy, that’s all that mattered. “Oh, well then, this changes things entirely,” he said as he reappraised her. “For someone who is coming back from having an obviously great time, and I’m guessing didn’t have access to a change of clothes, you’re looking good. One of the best walk of shame attires I’ve seen really.” 

[writtenillusions]

Oskar spun around at the sound of a good friend’s voice, powdered sugar on his face and flour on his hands. Giving the other man a sheepish grin, he waved almost absent-mindedly. “Luca! Great to see ya! You don’t mind, uh, helping me with this rat bastard of an oven, right?” He frowned once he realized that he’d just been called out on his hair, immediately putting a hand in it to check before realizing that there was now flour in his hair. “Oh fuck me. You did that on purpose.”

The man playfully rolled his eyes as he took off his sports coat and hung it on the back of one of the nearby chairs. He then proceeded to roll up his sleeves just above his elbows before moving towards the offending appliance. “You know, people typically have paid labor for these kinds of things,” he teased lightly. “What’s the problem exactly? Don’t you just put in your raw baked delicacy and then wait for it to cook? What is the oven not doing exactly?” If the giant hotbox wasn’t allowing him to get his morning fix of delicious carbohydrates, Luca may have to make a donation to the bakery to get it fixed. It was less charity and more necessity really. The accusation made him grin and shrug his shoulders. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. This look though, totally something only you could pull off.” 

[writtenillusions]

For everything that was wonderful and new about the human world, which seemed to be forever changing throughout the years that she had been coming here, there was one thing Briar hated more than anything: her size. Ever since the first time they came through here and Briar messed up her height, Luca had never let her live it down. How was it her fault that she didn’t know the correct proportions of people? The girl was barely three inches tall in her pixie state. It was hard enough hiding the wings from people! After a terrible day where someone told her she bigger than they imagined for a part, Briar was in a terrible mood. Huffing as she sat down on the sofa and propped her feet on the table, she crossed her arms and waited for Luca to come home. “Can you believe that people say I’m too big! Luca, this is what I was afraid of! It hit a nerve today, Luca, a nerve I say.” They were in the comfort of their own home so why Briar hadn’t thought to switch back to her usual size was a mystery that would never be solved. “You said you brought pizza?

Even though the man loved teasing his best friend about her height, he knew when to cool it if she was seriously upset. The fae wasn’t completely tactless. He did love Briar like family after all. “You’re gorgeous, B,” he said honestly as he moved around the kitchen to grab them each a plate. They wouldn’t eat pizza like savages if he could help it. “There are literally models your height. Models. You’ll find the right part sooner rather than later, and until then I’ll just have to clap for you every night or hire an ensemble to do so.” As he talked he wore his usual cheeky grin as he pulled out a seat at their small table within the kitchen breakfast nook. “Come on. I even got your favorite.” 

[writtenillusions]

Kassandra was thankful that Wesley seemed to be a really kind and compassionate person. She watched him as he began to talk to her about how people didn’t understand him but how he embraced the difference anyway. The air shifted around them causing Kass to see the change in his aura, green eyes searching his face to see if she was right. The little brow crease, the way his eyes looked a bit distant. Off instinct she began to hum, hopefully giving him a little bit of music to soothe whatever was ailing his mind. Maybe it did the work because now he was talking about.. Slushees? “Oh no, it’s quite alright! Maybe one day I’ll try one but that looks a bit too sugar-filled and I had quite a few pastries handed to me today. But um.. What is coke?”

“Oh, I see. Is too much sugar for you a bad thing?” Perhaps she was a diabetic, or one of those women that counted calories. He never understood the point of dieting or any of that. Yes, he thought it was important to be healthy and confident, but he still believed the human society was far too vain. When she asked what coke was, Wesley whistled to himself because there was one innocent, but still not healthy option, and another much more dangerous one. He had to be careful. “The coke I’m talking about is Coca-Cola. It’s a soda. It’s fizzy, dark brown, and a sweet liquid. This coke is totally safe to drink. If anyone offers you a coke that’s a white powder substance, stay away.” Hopefully that would get the point across. He didn’t want anyone taking advantage of the nice lady. 

[writtenillusions]

The corner of Dom’s lips tugged upward in the hint of a smile, a barely there look but enough of one that most people would assume he was at least content in whatever was happening around him. “Sugar it is then” he smiled. At the mention of a dating app he cocked his head to one side eyebrow raised. He was intrigued by the idea of a dating app, he had tried many over the years but -- maybe he just wasn’t the right person for dating apps, maybe he just was to busy. Either way he was interested in at least learning about it. “A dating app?” he asked “Mind me asking…. What’s different in this app from other dating apps?” Some had some really interesting features, some were just -- another version of tinder.

A sigh escaped Wesley as he took a sip of his tea. Nothing quite warmed his bones like a nice cup. If only he’d remembered to bring one of his spell books to scan, but fortunately, it seemed like the bartender was fine keeping him company. “Ask as many questions as you’d like. Curiosity should always be encouraged as long as people are prepared for what their questions might lead them to,” he said with a shrug. “My dating app Follow Your Stars mixes astrology as well as crafted questionnaires to help match people together. I was very much afraid of people with dark intentions using my app as a means to prey on people, so we do extensive background checks. You also can only become a part of the app if invited.” At first he was worried if that would keep the app from flourishing, but it appeared that people loved the exclusivity of it. The harder something was to attain, the more people wanted it. “It’s also very interactive. Once you get to the point of chatting with someone, suggestions and small activities pop up in the chat for you both to do. Half of the battle is just getting through the awkward first couple of messages with someone, so we try to mitigate that,” he said with a shrug. He figured that was a good starter. If the man had anymore questions, he’d elaborate more if needed. 

[writtenillusions]

“I freeze mine, but there’s a lot happening in my freezer at all times, so my actual problem is remembering that any scraps I collected are even in there. A Buy Nothing Group sounds very nice, but do they get upset if you ever do… buy things?” Chloe kept the little fire up, very much enjoying its appearance and heat. She was not exactly fond of S’mores. The time that she had tried them brought up sad memories (fallen marshmallows). Surely fire could be handy for that and so many other purposes, though. “Oh! Uhm, I don’t know about defensive. But- Ah- No, no. The fire doesn’t make me run hot, but I do that on my own sometimes.” Being able to give warm hugs was very important to her, and not particularly difficult to make happen.

“Meal prepping is the only way I keep track of stuff,” he said with a shrug. “It’s something that I picked up when raising my sister, and it just stuck. Having things set up helps when I’m being super indecisive.” If he left dinner for the night of, he’d be terrible. Between him and Lysander, it would take them at least an hour to figure out what they wanted. “Oh, no. No judgement. Plus, how would you have stuff to eventually give away if you never bought anything? No extremes. Just a happy middle. I check if the Buy Nothing group has something I need, if not, then I go get it.” While Wesley had his quirks and belief he was set in, he wasn’t someone who judged people for not doing what he did. That wasn’t kind. “It could be. Having a wall of fire around yourself would make it hard for people to get you. You do that on your own? How?” 

[writtenillusions]

“No worries man, it’s definitely not everyone’s thing,” Mike assured the man, moving to get a glass of water as requested. The café had options besides just coffee and water, but he wasn’t about to try and push any of them on Wesley - it seemed like the guy was mostly humoring him with the water, after all. “One water, coming right up!” He filled a glass and passed it along to Wesley. “What brings you by today? Headed anywhere special?”

“I fortunately am not usually in the need of caffeine,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I’m naturally pretty alert. If I need to nap, I nap. I think people should follow the philosophy of cats more often. Name a more authentic animal that just does whatever it pleases without a care.” His cat Sage was the greatest. He was huge, and sometimes could be a brat, but Wesley appreciated how he didn’t alter his mood just because the witch wanted to cuddle with him. “Oh, I was debating heading back to Las Vegas to see if Lysander wandered back over there. I need to make sure he’s not waiting for me to bail him out of some jail. I’d ask what brings you here, but well, money money money.” 

[writtenillusions]

Closed Starter Luca & Atticus @atticusofarborea​

Luca had a bit of spare time in his day, and he decided to spend it walking around the quirky town he called home. Well, one of his homes. He walked through the streets with his hands in his pocket and took in the mundane things people were doing in their daily lives. He was contemplating popping back home for a little before he spotted his cousin. A smile grew on his face as he approached Atticus from behind and threw an arm around his shoulder. “Hey Atti,” he said with happiness lacing his tone. Family always meant a lot to him. “What are you up to? What’s new?” 

[tracelessrp]

LUCA AMASTACIA is a 202 year old MALE ELF, who looks a lot like HARRY STYLES. LUCA spends time at Traceless because HE FEELS HE CANNOT PROPERLY CELEBRATE LIFE AS INTENDED IF HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND THE LIVES OF ALL LIVING CREATURES. HE is known for HIS SPEED, HIS HAIR, HIS CHARM, HIS ABILITY WITH SWORDS, AND HIS ASTOUNDING ABILITY TO USE SARCASM.

Hometown: The elf city of Lothlorien Current Residence: Currently owns a charmed cabin within Traceless.  Special Abilities:  Luca has always been gifted with incredible speed. His agility along with his great capacity with dual swords makes him a large threat in combat. From a distance he is also well versed in archery.  Ethereal Transport - ability to transport to different realms at will  Dual Swords - Extremely skilled at combat using dual swords crafted for him as a gift from his father. Can also light his swords on fire which he enjoys.  Healing - Luca learned the practice of healing from his family and culture. He takes great stamina though, so it is not something he can do in large quantities.

Character Background: 

Growing up in Lothlorien meant a life full of history, culture, art, smithing, nature, and expectations. Born the youngest child of Galadriel and Celeborn, Luca enjoyed a life of comfort. Spoiling their children wasn’t the elven way, but he was given the best education, thrust into the art of the sword, and taught about the healing properties of their people. Although Luca was very proud to be an elf, it was obvious from even a young age that he was the most free spirited of the royal family. He could often be seen running around through the trees of Lothlorien with a large smile on his face as he defeated dragons, trolls, and monsters with his wooden sword. The idea of responsibility to him as far off as his death. 

When puberty hit around his fiftieth birthday, his parents began attempting to give him a more prominent role. They wanted him to lead a platoon in their army, become an advisor, or take on the causes of their people. Anything that showed his devotion and commitment they would have been happy with. Luca though much preferred playing around. He wanted to be his own person instead of being hidden behind the massive shadows of his parents. It was petulant and irresponsible, but that wasn’t something he was willing to hear. 

Many different types of elves regularly made their way through the popular city of Lothlorien. Even though it was almost camouflaged in the forest due to the entire city existing within the trees and lights, it was a place many yearned to see. When Luca was around eighty three he met Winter. With her tongue as sharp as the finest sword and sass that made his head spin, she slowly began to smooth the edges of Luca Amastacia. Underneath the cocky, self involved exterior that the elf portrayed was a man who cared. His mother could be seen laughing and commenting on how he should have known that it would take a female elf to tame her son that often grew with the predictability of a wildflower. 

Luca could once again be seen in advisor meetings, sword training, archery, and walking the grounds with his father. His smile shined as brightly as the city that surrounded him. For the next thirty years, he allowed himself to be groomed into the proper young prince of Rivendell. However, when talks of marriage began to circulate as he neared his one hundred and tenth birthday, Luca and Winter both saw themselves pausing. It wasn’t as if the idea of being together forever frightened them, but when his girlfriend mentioned how she hadn’t accomplished everything she’d wanted to yet, he couldn’t help but agree. Elves of the olden days married young, and while it wasn’t custom for the general population anymore, in royal court it was a tradition still held on to. Still, Luca just stood and watched his girlfriend as she mounted a horse to leave Lothlorien. With a crooked smirk he shrugged his shoulders at her as he said, “I’ve always strayed away from traditions for a while. What’s one more,” to reassure her that it was all okay. They’d meet again when ready. 

His family gave him nearly twenty years before attempting to arrange a marriage for their son. Their efforts were well hidden at first. They’d only invite young elven women to court for a feast or suggest a dance at a festival to begin, but as their son never explored interest they became distressed. Luca argued with them that he could still fulfill his duties without marrying immediately. They had time, more time than many knew what to do with really. He still perfected his fighting, healing, and knowledge of their history. Everything else was exactly as they’d wanted, but they pushed. 

Galadriel eventually noticed how distant her son was becoming and made a difficult decision. She granted him the freedom to travel. Told him to go out and meet the different types of elves, fae, and other species that resided within the ethereal realm because if he was to ever rule he’d need good knowledge of all customs not just his own. With a smile, his swords, and the blessing of his family he set out to explore. Early on in his explorations he stumbled upon a pixie named Briar. The woman was lively, amusing, and great company. Luca couldn’t understand how such a bright being could be lost without a family, so he decided to take her into his own. 

Even though he spent his time traveling, Luca returned home as frequently as he could. His family was extremely important to him, and he wanted to get Briar accepted as an Amastacia as well. When he appeared with a pixie fae on his shoulder, his family had thought he’d gone mad. Elves were notoriously private and selective. Accepting an outsider into their fold did not regularly happen, but Luca spoke with such conviction about how even though Briar may not save him in battle, she was loyal to him and always ensured he was looked after. Galadriel and Celeborn both sighed greatly. Their son was such a force of nature that he attempted to make great change without even realizing. However, it was obvious if they refused it would quickly be a losing battle. The pixie seemed as attached to their son as he was to her, and it was obvious she kept him grounded in a way they hadn’t seen since Winter’s departure. So, they agreed. Orphan was not a title Briar could carry anymore. 

As the two continued their travels, they learned so much along the way. High elves rarely sought the need to leave the city of Lothlorien unless needed for battle or another emergency, so many were surprised at first. Yet, wood elves, aquatic elves, sun elves, and many more were all pleased to see a high elf take such interest. He often brought back momentos from their culture as well as new customs that he wanted to incorporate when he could at home. It wasn’t long before they learned of the doors to Traceless and the mortal world. Both Briar and Luca saw it as just another adventure which they quickly set off towards. 

The years from one hundred and sixty to two hundred and two were spent in college, traveling, and figuring out just how he wanted to help the new realm he found himself in. The way humans treated their home and nature concerned him, so he quickly found an interest in environmental engineering. He soon climbed his way up towards becoming a partner at an environmental firm in Copenhagen, Denmark. Luca split his time between Denmark and the ethereal realm to visit his family whenever he’s not at his enchanted cabin in Traceless. The quirky town was a splendid place for him to spend his time until responsibility called him back home.

(ooc: Lex, 30, she/her, EST)

[writtenillusions]

Closed Starter Luca ft. Briar @nighttcrrors​

Luca walked into the cabin carrying a box of pizza in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. It was custom for him to spend at least two to three nights with his best friend, or else she would get quite cranky. How he’d gotten such a soft spot for a brat he’d never know. “B,” he called out into the space. “I got pizza. Where are you, giant?” The last bit was said affectionately because he found it so hilarious how tall Briar was in the human realm. She’d definitely gotten her spell a bit mixed up. “You’d think you’d be easier to find now. You’re almost my height.” 

[traceless-jess-deactivated20220]

Viv tried to suppress yet another yawn, but it inevitably made it’s way out as she covered her mouth. The blonde was trying to not make it obvious that sleep had escaped her the last few nights and she wasn’t doing a very good job at it. She was just about to reach for her cup of coffee in a desperate attempt at energy when she realized someone was trying to get her attention, “Hmm, what was that?”

[writtenillusions]

Luca had been watching the blonde woman for the past few minutes purely because he was wondering if she would actually face plant into the table. If he was a more cruel being, he would have waited with baited breath until it happened, but alas, that was not his character. So instead, he bought a croissant from the display and walked over in the hopes that food would burn off enough energy to keep the stranger up. “I said, here take this,” he repeated as he placed the small plate before her. “Maybe food will give you a second wind. I’d hate to see you drool on your papers. This seems like a better alternative, don’t you think?” 

[beckvaughn]

Beck sat against the stony wall of the cafe, a web article open on her laptop that went largely ignored. She was scanning over the top of the screen, eyes darting back and forth across the room - watching. Beck loved people (being?) watching. She liked to observe, analyze, gather information. And she found it incredibly interesting what people did when they thought no one was looking. The man across the room had a little shoulder twitch that he did a good job of hiding when interacting with others. The woman in the corner might have a bit of a coke problem, the way she’s constantly rubbing her nose behind the laptop that she believes hides her. The person a table over is - shit, well they’re looking right at her. 

Beck cleared her throat, but didn’t take her eyes off the person. “Sorry. I wasn’t staring I just, uh…zoned out.” 

[writtenillusions]

Luca unbuttoned his suit before sitting down with his cappuccino after a long day. He had one arm bent and resting against the back of his wooden chair as he took the cafe in. It was another bustling day at Traceless which was a comfort. He enjoyed the things that stayed stable as much as he did those that sparked change. He was just moving his hair out of his face and wondering if he should get a hair cut when he caught the eyes of the person beside him. “Don’t even sweat it,” he said with a shrug. Luca was glad he had finally acclimated to more human ways of speaking. It had been awkward there for awhile. “What were you thinking about? Perhaps the happenings inside your mind are more interesting than what’s around here.” 

[mellxwmac]

Walk of shames usually weren’t Mac’s most attractive moments, but she felt like it was even worse when it was after spending the night with someone in Traceless. The bite marks were probably the most alarming part of her morning look, with the missing shoe and a shirt that was absolutely not her style being worn inside out coming in a close second. At least she was able to salvage her phone and wallet, along with her jeans that now had a small blood stain in the side. “Aw fuck man, I just got these cleaned three days ago.” With a sigh she pulled out a joint that was tucked behind her ear, and stuck it in her mouth that was quickly offered once she noticed someone standing nearby. “Be honest with me, how bad does it look?” @tracelessrp​

[writtenillusions]

Suits were Luca’s weekday look unless he was heading home to Lothlorien. If that were the case, then he’d be in much more airy, white royal robes. Then on weekends, he looked put together but more casual. His appearance was always a bid deal to him. That’s why when he had someone approach him that looked a mess, he didn’t exactly know how to respond. “How honest are you wanting me to be exactly? Because, you’ve got blood on your pants which is usually not a great look outside of Halloween.” 

[indyandaspresso]

“Alright alright alright. You’re gonna listen here, Donnie. You’re going to fucking… Take this fucking loaf of bread if its the last fucking thing that I do, I swear to Go–” Oskar groaned, one foot on the floor, the other on the lower right hand section of the brick oven. He’d promised the former owner that he’d keep the old oven but for some unknown reason, it seemed to hate him on Sundays. “JUST TAKE IT!”

[writtenillusions]

Ever since moving to Traceless, Luca had a bakery that he absolutely loved. It was where he got his morning delicacies, and he just couldn’t begin his day without them. The owner was also quite comical. However, Oskar seemed on another level entirely when Luca entered. “I don’t know who Donnie is, and I’m certainly not an expert in all customs, but I think the whole ‘no means no,’ thing is rather universal, Oskar. What the hell has you so loud on a Sunday morning? Have you finally realized you’re using the wrong products in your hair?”