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danielweathers.
Dani honestly didn’t believe in ghosts. But he did like horror movies, so ghost hunting couldn’t be too different, right? Deep down, he wished he did believe in the afterlife…but he couldn’t bring himself to. “That’s what they say- or I mean, what the legends say. But don’t worry- I haven’t read any handbooks either.” He let out a small laugh, telling the truth. Beforehand, he did read some of the legends about the area. “Actually, the opposite. I think it’s an old man- one of those mean cranky ones. Maybe we’ll see him.” Dani couldn’t help but tease the other.
sloane prefers her ghosts in writing, you see; in a controlled space, hidden between letters, where SHE gets to tell the story. ghosts when they could like, haunt her for the rest of her life? not so down. “you haven’t? oh my god. we’re totally screwed, aren’t we? fuck. now i really regret living alone this year.” sloane will probably be sleeping with all the lights on tonight. rest in peace her electricity bill. “cranky old man!?” and it’s almost a whisper coming from her lips, she taking a step closer. safety in numbers, right? or maybe they could somehow become one person ... that’d totally confuse the ghost, right? sheesh, she was overthinking. “aren’t those the types that are like, ridiculously stuck in their old fashioned ways?”
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tiffanyfms.
“ i am… a little drained. ” tiffany tilted her head to the side, thinking for a second. much like sloane said, she did go to disneyland and she rode some rides. riding rides can help put you to sleep once you go home because your body is tired from it all — the aftermath of an adrenaline-inducing trip to a magical place she spent 21 years trying to get to and finally did. “ it seems like sleep is becoming a rarity around here… ” she shook her head. “ you need rest. with how chaotic some of our classmates are, we both need the strength to deal with them. ” and with the amount of homework and/or studying they had to do, it seemed impossible to get that much needed rest. “ although, it doesn’t help when our teachers keep adding more work for us to do. seriously, they don’t believe in taking it easy during the first few weeks of school. ”
“so what i’m hearing is ... joint nap time? i have a full sized mattress these days, so.” sloane responds, head tilting to the side as she grins up at the other. it’s only been a year since they roomed together, but she kinda misses the other girl; having company, having someone to drag out to parties with her, having someone that would be up at odd hours because of thoughts ruminating in their minds. “it is college,” she comments, shrugging just a bit, “if you’re not doing homework, or sleeping in class, we’re up at parties.” just things that happened at usbc! it’s sloane’s third year at this point, she’s used to it. “rest is for freshman, tiffany. i’m above that. haven’t you heard of panera’s new lemonade? i live, breathe, sleep that stuff.” and she’s trying to be haughty about it, but sloane really doesn’t have a haughty bone in her body, so it comes off as her being more exuberant than anything else. “yeah, no - not for me! i’m an english major, babe. do you know what we do during classes? debate if romeo and juliet were actually a healthy relationship or not.”
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[ * @danielweathers ! ] - starter.
she’ll pause, tugging on his arm as the sun sets before them, an almost wild look in her eye. “wait, this place isn’t ACTUALLY haunted, right!? i’m not prepared for that! i haven’t read the ghost hunting handbook or anything!” sloane exclaims, bottom lip on the verge of trembling; she’s not sure she’d ever be prepared to go to haunted places, but it seemed like a good (and believable!) excuse at it’s best, so it’s what she went with. “oh my god. is it a dead kid? those are like, the worst kinds, right?” can you tell she’s clueless? she is waaaaaaaay out of knowledge zone right now. but ... the experience could help with her novel? maybe? that’s what she told herself when she agreed.
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glitterfreezee.
“psst…. hey, hi-” not nearly as sneaky as she’d like to think she is, sat in a bush with knees pulled up to her chest, manicured hand reaching for the other’s leg as though she’s an evil entity and they’re about to get sucked into a different dimension. “sorry.” uttered half-heartedly when she realizes that literally grabbing someone by the calf isn’t the way to go, but the touch lingers, almost like she’s afraid that once she lets go she won’t ever learn the true meaning of life. “quick question-” alcohol pumps through her veins, lit joint hanging between dainty fingers, betsy’s brows pinching together as she holds it out to the other. “does this taste like oregano to you?” because if so, that’s her third time getting scammed this month.
“heeeeeey.” drawls out the word before lifting her cigarette back to her lips, sucking and blowing before wiggling her hand out to the other. always willing to help, always willing to do something for another! sloane was like that; all sweetness, no rough edges, wicked smart just the same. it didn’t come without a little tragedy, but ... she considers that happening to be something that happened around her, not to her, y’know? probably needs to go to therapy but ... a later sloane problem. “definitely oregano - but weed? really doesn’t cut it either.” plucks the joint from the other, tucks it behind her ear. replaces it with her own cigarette, wiggling it through delicate fingers. “try this. it’s a red wine cigarette. it’ll change your entire life.”
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MARIS RACAL
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gam3rboo.
Tyson couldn’t make out what she just said, not having seen the show himself causing him to just stare as he tried to understand, however concerned at the way her neck had been bothering her. “ Yeah, I get what you mean… Sort of. Just not the first bit. ” He stood up as he saunters to her side, hands raised up a bit. “ But it was this one trick my dad used to do – May I ? ”
she rants. it’s kinda her thing. she’ll rant in public and then it’ll catch people’s attention, and then they sorta think she has issues - but it’s working out in her favor, isn’t it? “you haven’t seen avatar the last airbender?” no judgement or anything, she’s just curious. she practically grew up on it! team fire nation girls, by the way. rolls her shoulders back, nods up to him. “please.”
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sundazcd.
“ i’m tenured. ” the quick response was met with a small upturned lip, megaphone dropping on the bed of grass as sunday pried herself from the chair. long limbs stretched above her head, pads of her fingers ghosting over the leaves falling in sync with the small gust of wind. plucked one from its stem before offering it to the girl, “ a welcoming gift. cherish it. could be worth big money someday. ” she teased before her attention wandered to eye the flock of freshmen in question. they stuck out like sore thumbs, backpacks weighed down by a mortgage’s worth of textbooks. hell, sunday was lucky if she carried a notebook on her. loved their enthusiasm though, bright-eyed and waiting for their next chapter in life. wonder what that was like. “ guess i should add that to my resume then, huh ? ” a beat. “ d’you think i’m scary too ? ” she shifted her gaze to meet sloane’s, small tilt of her own head. dead air lingered before she sighed. “ so what’re you up to, post ma-sloane ? anything fun and exciting on this fine day ? ”
“oh my, tenured? how impressive.” and she really does mean it. couldn’t be her, wouldn’t be her, not for a hot minute. at least, in ... ra’ing? that’s what she thinks sunday is doing this time? don’t question her. she can’t keep track of everyone all the time, okay? it’s bad enough the other girl makes her lose like, all sense of thoughts. which is probably because every movement? sloane’s gaze follows it, to the pretty leaf in the hand of an even prettier girl, and looks up from under (her admittedly false) lashes. “i’ll treasure it with everything i have.” and she’s already thinking she could go to her family’s favorite jeweller, have them yanno - dip it in gold so she could wear it as a necklace or something. just a thought; college was supposed to be the best years of their lives, right? might as well have something to remember it (her, sunday) by. she was sentimental like that. “i bet everyone will wanna hire you after that!” she informs the other, and - dark hues widen up at sunday and - blinks once, twice, three time at her question. “yes - i mean, no! i mean ... kinda?” the other is certainly intimidating, and most of the time, sloane has no idea what to say around her - even when she’s drunk! actually, it’s probably worse when she’s drunk. “post ma-sloane?” and she giggles at that one, covers her mouth as her head ducks down. “just trying to get myself situated before classes start. and ... rejoin society for a minute.” she’s had a lot of muse lately; which usually means she’s denying outtings to sit behind her laptop for like, 72 hours straight - aka, the whole past weekend.
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reishq.
rei is listening with all of the focus he can manage - almost as though they’re expecting a pop quiz on this later. “that was the nerdiest way of saying your neck hurts … like, ever.” he laughed, shuffling to sit behind sloane. “you need help? i can help. i read about this a couple weeks ago. you just kinda have to dig your fingertips into the right place and then move your head at the same time, to the side, that is..”
and she glances at him, head tilting to the side, nose scrunching as she grins. “i’m a cheerleading coach. comes with the territory.” and she was an english major. depth, y’know? she liked to think she had it. but she wasn’t lying about it coming with the territory. sloane’s 100% sure that she messed up her body and that was in high school, during the formative years! “if i say yes, you have to promise not to dislodge my head.”
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beaunjour.
🐚 ⊹ ｡ as someone who has never watched avatar, beau opts to keep his mouth shut. he could have laughed it off, maybe even nodded sympathetically, but… no. sloane might start spewing out more avatar jargon he’s unfamiliar with. “i can’t believe you,” he tuts, “set an alarm next time.” he’s been there, he’s fallen asleep in random places. he can imagine how uncomfortable it must have been. “now…” he sets two cups of coffee on the table: an americano for him and a latte for sloane, along with a bag of croissants. “say ‘thank you, beau. you’re the light of my life’.”
“alarms are for people with no self control.” she’s really just saying anything at this point, to cover the fact how UNHEALTHY she could really be. she has this look of being together, okay? or at least ... that was what she was aiming for. squints at him for a moment; watches him laughing it off. packs it away for later. instead she smiles wide, toothy grin glancing up at him. “thank you, beau. you’re the light of my life and i don’t know what i would do without you.” will lean forward to boop his nose, before taking the latte carefully in between her hands as if she’s cold (and the ac was a bit on blast, wasn’t it?). “please tell me you got chocolate.”
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tiffanyfms.
“ uh, you must’ve been really tired if you fell asleep mid-sentence. ” as usual, tiffany was quiet, yet audible as she spoke, looking over at her struggling friend. tiffany had just returned from her trip to disneyland. some people might find the whole franchise overrated, but considering the fact that she only went on her first roller coaster after graduation, there had been nothing but curiosity for years. it was one of her childhood dreams that she had been deprived of for so long fulfilled. “ just how much sleep did you get exactly? ” it was a question of genuine concern as she looked over at sloane, curious on what her answer was going to be.
“tired, what!?” and she does that, when she’s denying everything and lying through her teeth. but tiffany knows better than that, right? other girls might have had freshman roommates, but sloane had tiffany. tiffany, who she was dragging out when she could; because sloane never really knew how to be alone, and she really liked tiffany, alright? “if anyone’s tired, it should be you -” sloane points out, unscrewing the top of her water bottle before taking a sip. “you went to disneyland, i’ve been home... ” and then she trails off, pursing her lips. “three and a half?” says it like a question, to make it sound a little better.
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[ * OPEN ! ] - @cybulletin .
“you know that scene in avatar the last airbender, where aang hits his back right where azula hit him with lightening with a rock, and he opens up his final chakra?” she’s cracking her neck, delicate fingers digging into her skin as if it’ll make a difference (it won’t). “kinda what i need right now.” a sigh, and she’ll roll her neck, as if that’ll do anything. a pause, she leans forward with a crinkle of her nose. “confession: i fell asleep mid sentence. i woke up with keyboard marks on my forehead!”
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sundazcd.
ah, the ever-so anticipated move-in week … or as sunday liked to call it, wexler initiation week. what was better than a warm welcome from a girl sprawled out on a beach chair in the middle of the quad like a middle-aged, beer-bellied man tailgating their stadium parking lot before a ‘big game’, right ? megaphone in hand, she scoped the scene … could spot a freshman from a mile away, bright-eyed and eager to embark on their next chapter – usually accompanied by their parents too. and this particular newcomer’s were stunners. so much so, she’d pried her sunglasses off and propped them on her head, catch a better glimpse. “ hey fresh meat, ” voice radiated, grin slapped across her face. “ your parents lookin’ for a third ? ” eyes shifted from the mortified to their parents, hand miming a phone that settled by her ear. “ call me. ” earned a scoff from both before the trio bolted off, “ welcome to ucsb, baby ! ” she’d slouched back in the chair before honing in on her next target, obnoxious catcall-like whistle echoing from the megaphone “ well, well, well … what do we have here ? ”
“how haven’t they fired you yet?” she wonders out-loud, head tilting up to the other girl. there’s nothing malicious about it, sloane is just genuinely curious how people with big personalities got away with things. sloane could be as quiet as a mouse when she wanted to be, and still get caught! but then again, she always was able to find a way out of it. so she supposed it couldn’t be too different for the other, right? “i think you scared away enough of the freshman class to actually lower their graduation numbers.” and that - now that is an impressive feat in itself. the other was the kinda girl others wrote songs about, y’know?
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tonyfms.
ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER PROBLEM. he’s out of breath by the time he rounds the corner of the narrow hallway, running into the nearest empty classroom. or so he thought, anyways. it’s only when he slams the door shut with a thump that he notices the other presence in the room. ❝ oh, hey. ❞ he says, swallowing lightly as he tries to play it cool — despite how unhinged the whole situation must look. ❝ please don’t call campus security on me. ❞
“you look ... so unfazed for the sentence you just spoke.” and she’s actually kinda impressed? like, you’ll never catch her muttering said sentence. or so she hopes. because then she definitely wouldn’t be allowed home and THAT’S not happening, alright? technically ... sloane probably shouldn’t be there, but she needed a quiet place to steady and the libary on a friday night was surprisingly loud. “what did you do?” she’s more curious than anything else.
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lexiweston.
“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE.” she shouted across the quad, standing at a booth for the student government — a large wheel to her right and a basket of prizes hidden behind the table. “alright, now come over here and spin the wheel! you know you don’t want to miss out on these prizes.” looking around as if for someone, she then leaned forward and added, “if you get something lame, we can just spin again.”
and she’s trying to get better at being alone, y’know? taking herself on dates, writing in fun and exotic places (in california, that was), building her own ... life and stuff. 3 years at this college and yeah, she’s liked, people know her name, will stop for a picture with her at events, and even tag her in a few social media posts here and there. but she doesn’t - she’s just bad with friends. so she spends most of her time alone. “forreal? because i gotta say, my luck isn’t known for being the greatest.”
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alogory.
“nah, nah. FUCK you,” alo spat out with an abrupt turn on his heel, facing the head chef, “you’re firing me for what? because i helped your shit little restuarant?!” the towel that was flung over alo’s shoulder was now sprawled across his boss’ face before bolting out of the kitchen. low mutters of frustration boiled out of the blonde, visiting his last table of the night with a positive expression. his palms pressed against the table leaning in with a sly smile, “looks like dinner’s on the chef tonight,” sliding into the booth, his arm snakes around the top of the booth. it was alo’s last night at the diner and he was going to relish in his last day by fucking over his old boss. “what’re you up to tonight? i NEED a drink.”
she’s trying really hard to mind her own business (nah, she’s just blatantly staring at the affair, there’s no hiding that); still, doesn’t stop her from hiding behind the screen of her laptop - especially when her eyes keep flickering up back to the scene. it’s hard, okay? she’s a sucker for drama. even threw in some of her own quips, if it kept a scene going; but that was what she was not here to do. “what made him deserve that!?” sloane gasps out, but there’s only amusement laced over her lips, lowering her laptop screen just a bit. “i was trying to write a little -” but click goes the closing of her laptop, she turns to him. “what do you recommend, then?”
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mira-cat.
thick sunglasses cover her eyes ( both to shield her eyes from the bright light and as a disguise ) as she made her way through the aisles of the nearest convenince store. mira was hardly presentable after the bonfire & party that occured the night prior. she could feel her head pulsing from the nasty hangover, her eyes were puffy, and her hair was an absolute nightmare. getting caught like this would be an absolute nightmare. unfortunately for her, the nightmare rang true as she rounded another corner, spotting a familiar face. “fuck.” she quickly turned on her heel, attempting to hide in the previous aisle, knowing full welll her outburst was definitely heard by the other.
sloane never felt so much to get into other people’s business, really. it’s just - she has a tendency to notice details. and the girl was wearing sunglasses inside, a telltale sign, y’know? and really, sloane should mind her own business, but she also has that curious nature that people would call endearing, and she really just wants to help. still, she doesn’t want the other feeling embarrassed. “d’ya need an escape route?” she asks quietly, coming over up to her side. “’cuz i can be a good cover. i think.”
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⋙ did you see sloane maligon at that rager last night? i think they major in english (creative writing) as a junior. from what i hear they’re dynamic, loyal, but they can be pretty temperamental too, depending on who you ask. there was a rumor going around last semester that she used to have a sister who went missing when she was younger, but it seems way too wild to be true- maybe i’ll get to know UCSB’s resident rose blush better & find out.
bio, connections, & wanted connections are under the cut.
it goes like this: you're born to money and luck, that's what everyone coos at you when they see you. a pretty little thing, born to money, and bound to be a pretty girl. and the cooing doesn't stop; you're grown up to be an even prettier adult, with everyone following your every footstep. and no matter how much you look like your mother, it's your father who you take over. you take after his every move, truly a daddy's girl as you go on through your years.
you grow up in evanston, illinois. the people love you, you love the people. a fairly popular girl, you and your sister more or less was everyone's object of affections. everyone either wanted to be you, or wanted to date you. even those who hated you couldn't deny your beauty nor talents. you're the picture perfect child, down to your smarts and social skills.
you don't get a tragic backstory. you're born lucky, born rich, born smart, and born to be perfection. you look good in clothes bought with your mother's old money, and you look good on the plane tickets bought with your father's new money. you may have gotten to this place in your life, but you know how to stay in this part of your life.
your sister gets a tragic backstory; one that succumbs to popularity, the pressures of society, and eventually being in the wrong place - at the wrong place. when your sister dies, do you no longer have a sister? you wonder what would’ve happened if you died, instead. you turn to what your therapist suggests: writing.
at first, it’s just a way to get things off your chest. but you find yourself falling in love with different stories and universes and maybe, just maybe, something can go right and have happy endings - and everyone loves a good retelling, right?
funfacts, details, etc.
speaks tagalog, cebuano, and english
was a cheerleader in high school, is now a cheerleading coach on the side for the local hs
big nerd but has this very cool and chill exterior upon first meeting her; it’s hard to break down her walls, yet she’s never mean - just noticing things.
she BABBLES when nervous , will literally word vomit on you .
gets sad and homesick and depressive episodes , sometimes at the same time , sometimes for weeks on end .
doesn’t know how to take a break lmfao
stress bakes
it takes her like a week to get used to you but once she does she makes goofy faces at u across the room
would literally drop everything if she sees blood or some kind of wound bc she wants to help heal u !
puts other ppl’s feelings and self care before her own
kinda rlly clumsy
sometimes will forget to eat
hipster kinda soft if u didnt get that
loves disney and knows all the songs
will fall in love with you if ur nice to her
she honestly just rlly wants to be friends w/ u ngl
TAKEN CONNECTIONS
tiffany ( @tiffanyfms ) - were roommates tiffany’s freshman year of college ! fast friends since then.
makaela ( @kaelafm ) - friends, but they keep each other on their toes! a little “friendly competition”, if you will.
ophelia ( @ophelala ) - recruited sloane for the design team of her lingerie brand, as sloane can do some sewing and what not.
tyson ( @gam3rboo ) - friends, spend a lot of time watching tv (like gilmore girls!) and rotting their brains 🫡
rei ( @reishq ) - friends; sloane sorta took rei under her wing, & is someone who helped him embrace himself, especially with queerness.
burke ( @burkeshq ) - fwb, to be expanded.
wesley ( @flcrtal ) - situationship baby! the two of them were into each other in the past, but wes wasn’t ready for a relationship and sloane is generally a relationship-only type girl. long story short; they fucked around, sloane figured if she waited long enough it would become a relationship, but that DIDN’T happen - so she figured the only way to get over him was write a lot and also completely cut him off from contact. things r #weird.
beau ( @beaunjour ) - childhood best friends: their families are both kinda rich and they grew up in the same area, so they were always in each other’s lives. run a tiktok account together. zero boundaries. sometimes ppl ask if they’re dating. their response is no response. the summer b4 college they went to europe, got drunk, had fun, messed around, had a fling bc they were both young, hot, and in europe 😉 and things went back to normal once college started, but. SHE HAS NOT TOLD BEAU ABOUT WES. 🙃 sloane is digging her own grave here rlly.
daniel ( @danielweathers ) - shared the same intro class their freshman year of college, and have good friends ever since! rlly good about getting together, etc, etc.
lexi ( @lexiweston ) - prev known as the painkiller. this person knows her inside out and she can’t see a day without them. they’re essentially her painkiller. she tells them everything and them back to her. they can tell if she's feeling down just by the way you send your snapchat streaks that morning. she can’t see a day without them.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
a crush - sweet but simple, she lays eyes on them and honestly the moment she does she's FULL owo and is like i need this person in my life immediately, bonus points if we date ahaha!
booboo the fool - your muse is a huge fool for sloane. they’re head over heels for her but she's just playing around with the other’s feelings because hey ! she has her own shit going on (see: wes & beau & burke) ! all of your muse's friends tell them to ‘ just leave it you’re gonna get hurt ’, but your muse just continue to be boo boo the fool.
best friend - where sloane is calm and collected 90 perfect of the time, she does need someone to be irrational when sloane gets too much into her own thoughts and feelings. they're kinda like yin & yang, but the shit works man. sloane would absolutely risk it all for ur muse.
good influence - let her be a good influence on someone <3
bad influence - corrupt sloane even more so tho <3
homewrecker - this one is pretty messy. one of them is in a relationship, but there’s a huge flirtationship between the muses. the flirtationship essentially becomes to both of these people attached to each other and maybe... even in love. but there’s still that relationship that’s in the way...
confidant - someone that sees through her cold exterior, literally wants her to take care of herself so bad that they’ll do it for her.
roommates - self explanatory, but i would love some for her freshman year of college and her current!
nosy neighbor - okay, doesn’t have to be a neighbor, but i’m down for someone who’s trying to desperately find out what her book is about!! like they will stop at nothing to figure it out, and also wonders sm about her sister; basically they see sloane as like a rubix cube to figure out.
rival - self explanatory, we can plot things out!!
unlikely friend - let her sneak her way into ur grumpy-ish muse’s heart <3
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