hi my loves ! i just got out of work so i’m sry this is late & rushed but tbh that’s pretty on brand for me so (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ . anyways i’m nia , she / her pronouns , and this is luca and he’s a garbage boi so here we go !
luca cameron was spotted in the fashion district adorning vltn combat boots , with some airpod pros on . they’re most likely listening to daywalker! by machine gun kelly . you may know them as @lewcuh or as that dylan minnette lookalike . their twenty-third birthday just passed . while living in tribeca , they’ve gained a bit of a reputation . they’re known to be vagarious but on the other hand innovative . wonder if they’ll be the next person to hit the headlines . ( cismale / he / him )
NAME : luca anthony cameron
AGE : twenty - three
DATE OF BIRTH: december 13th , 1997
ZODIAC : sagittarius
PLACE OF BIRTH / HOMETOWN : jersey city , new jersey
GENDER : cismale
PRONOUNS : he / him
ORIENTATION : pansexual
PARENTS : elliott cameron & cassandra scott
SIBLINGS : xavier cameron
CAREER : musician ( the neighbourhood career claim )
MUSE PARALLELS : steve - o ( slc punk ) , stu ( scream ) , patrick verona ( 10 things i hate about you ) , richie tozier ( it ) , cliff pantone ( bring it on ) , jd ( heathers )
BACKSTORY
luca was born in jersey city on a cold ass , snowy december day
his parents , at the time , were thrilled to add another member to their small family after trying to get pregnant for years after giving birth to their first son
from what luca remembers of the first ten years of his life , it was pretty normal , pretty happy aside from his older brother doing older brother things to make his life hell
he was in fifth grade was when he started to notice a change in his family -- his dad seemed to work a lot , slept on the couch often , he could hear arguing coming from their room at all hours of the day
his brother , about fourteen at the time , would distract him with video games and skateboarding lessons because he was old enough to know what was going on
the next year was when his parents filed for divorce , and of course at the time he didn’t know it was because his dad had been cheating on his mom but he did get remarried awfully quick so it didn’t take a genius to figure it out
his mom had family in new york so that’s where she moved them , close enough that they could spend their mandatory weekends with their dad , although once his new wife got pregnant those visits dwindled down to nothing
and when he was fourteen his mom got remarried too , the same year his brother left for college , leaving luca to deal with them alone
so high school was rough for him . he was in detention a lot , one of those kids that you just expected to get in trouble on any day ending in a y
he’s done it all -- smoked cigarettes behind the bleachers , spiked the punch at dances , graffitied any available surface , argued with teachers over the smallest things
he’s generally not a dick , so the therapists his stepdad sent him to said he did it for attention and also probably because he has add ( he just sold whatever they prescribed him so joke’s on them )
his stepdad wasn’t terrible , but obviously not the paternal type , always acting like luca was some cat that he just had to make sure to leave food out for
but jeez was he rich , some soulless businessman type that liked to make money but liked to spend it even more , always flying his mom out to tropical vacations and buying luca whatever new iphone or playstation just came out , probably just to keep him from bitching too much
his mom , though he loves her to death and knows she was just trying to give him the best possible life , was easily won over by the money ; she loved the nights spent at expensive restaurants and hotels , loved going to broadway shows and spending thousands on a single shopping trip
so she wasn’t around much either , but luca kept his mouth shut because he figured she deserved it after dealing with his dad for all those years
and luca figured he’d make the best out of the situation , asking his stepdad for music lessons and drum sets and guitars because he had always been interested in learning to play
he met his best friends and bandmates through school -- at first they were just fucking around and jamming in one of their garages , and when the idea of making a band came up he just went with it , never having been all that interested in academics anyways
one of them had a family member in the music business which is how their first ep got made when luca was eighteen , and unexpectedly shot them into the spotlight when their song sweater weather blew up ( the neighbourhood is his career claim -- lead vocals anyways -- and as of rn they’ve put out the albums i love you , wiped out , and the neighbourhood )
PERSONALITY
luca is ... for sure a sagittarius askdflj
he loves change , loves switching things up constantly because he gets bored faster than the flash can run a mile
for that reason , he’s kind of a terrible boyfriend . not that he’d cheat or anything , but it’s hard to hold his attention and keep him in one place
he does try because he’s a very loyal person , like will for sure go to jail for you if he loves you , but it does take a lot of dedication to become someone important to him
he’s a super fun person to be around , always up for anything , doesn’t stay in a bad mood for too long ( partly because he has a shit memory but oh well )
but he does have his mood swings here and there , you never rly know what’s gonna set him off , he could be laughing one minute and then throwing things at a wall the next
should probably go to therapy again but he’d sooner eat glass
might have a partying problem but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ he got super famous at eighteen what else can you expect
probably high 99% of the time
he likes to think he’s a bad boy but he’s a fucking sweetheart , 11/10 cries at tiktoks of dogs
speaking of which , he has an alaskian malamute named squidward
idk what else to add here , the backstory was pretty long so i’ll give y’all a break <3
so that’s it ! if u wanna plot ( which i would luv ) u can like this & i’ll come message u , or u can dm me here or on discord 𝔡𝔯. 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔞𝔫#9874 . can’t wait to rp with all u cuties ❤️
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Discord Diamonds ep6
Published by @jg-firefly in response to a prompt from @ukulelekatie in the #Prompt channel in the SLC Discord Server earlier today:
Carmilla and Laura are competing food truck owners
She was late, and she knew it. Never mind that it was only 6:58 AM, or that the top parking spot didn’t open until 7 on the dot. She was still two minutes away, even pushing the limit around the narrow city turns, and she knew full well who would be circling like a shark, her timing impeccable, her eye-liner perfect...
6:59
Laura let out a growl of frustration as the light ahead of her turned yellow, a hatchback already pulling to a halt ahead of her. A woman in a pencil skirt crossed the sidewalk, gaze buried in her phone. An empty school bus on the way to its first stop grumbled past.
Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel.
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.”
Craning her neck, she watched the crosswalk counter tick down to zero, the cross traffic light turning yellow and then red.
“C’mon.”
Her light went green, and the hatchback slowly rolled forward... and then waited. Blinker on, tail sticking in the road and blocking her route. A pair of baristas were crossing the other way, fumbling with their green aprons and taking their dear time.
7:00
The hatchback pulled through, and Laura hit the gas, eyes scanning the road for any foolish pedestrians as she hummed just over the recommended city speed. She took the last turn, the buildings familiar with their big blue graffiti lettering, their Great Gatsby style eyeglass portrait reigning three stories up... and there it was.
Cosmic Cookies splashed in purple across the side, the brake lights just clicking off.
In her space.
The greatest tragedy in the moment, though, was not the lost parking, or even the lost revenue she was going to face when she had to find a home for her truck over in the West End. No, the worst part was that there was no way to turn around without driving past the other chef.
“Oh, hey, Hollis!” Carmilla called, waving a casual hand out of her window. The other reached up to push her sunglasses—absurd accessories that they were, given the early hour—down the bridge of her nose. She raised an eyebrow. “Fancy seeing you here!”
She let Big Cheese roll to a halt, glaring across the narrow gap between their vehicles.
“You’re in my spot.”
Carmilla’s mouth dropped open in mock shock, a clutch-my-pearls level gasp falling off her lips. “Your spot? I must have missed the big ownership sign...”
Laura rolled her eyes as the other woman leaned back and forth in her seat, as though she were scanning the nearby area for this supposed sign.
“I’m here every Tuesday! My customers are going to be confused!”
“I mean... not any more confused than they were last week. Or on Friday, or yesterday... What’s that make the score, cupcake?”
“I hate you.”
“I think it’s... four to two?”
“You sabotaged me!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Laura huffed. “You hid all of my coffee last week. And then my keys on Friday—and don’t try to tell me that I put them in the freezer; I’m not that scatter-brained!” Carmilla was merely grinning. “And this morning! I got in the truck and found that my seat was all the way back, all the mirrors were out of alignment, and the windshield wipers would not stop going.”
“Huh, imagine that.”
“Carm!”
“I don’t remember there being rules. I just remember you promising me naming rights, and something about best out of seven... and I also noticed you didn’t include yesterday in your list of complaints against me... can’t imagine why...”
Laura could feel her face flushing red, Carmilla’s wide-eyes somehow both innocent and seductive as they blinked back at her.
“Yesterday morning wasn’t... that’s not... we aren’t naming our cat Socrates!”
“Ah-ah, I don’t remember there being a ‘we’ in the rules...”
“Caaarm,” she whined.
“It won’t be Socrates.”
“Thank you.”
Carmilla flipped her sunglasses up, settling them on top of her head, and grinned softly. “I got LaF to save you a spot on River Street. Just, y’know... FYI.”
Something curled warm in her chest, and Laura bit her lip around a smile.
“Oh. Thanks.”
Her girlfriend turned to fumble in the passenger seat, and a moment later returned to extend her arm across the distance. Laura accepted the pastry-parchment-wrapped offering.
Confetti cookies. And still warm.
“Still hate me?”
“You know I never did.”
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