#thread: sloane

[jacqui-velazquez]

who: @defavorise​ when: one of the early days of winter break where: either the pool or the jacuzzi at jacqui’s chalet

Sloane was apparently avoiding her room, which put her hanging out at Jacqui’s chalet instead, the pair putting on suits to find themselves in the heated water, drinks in hand. They had solo cups of champagne, not wanting to get caught with the full bottles near the water, though the vaguely suggested rules were seemingly enforced by no one. “Can I be honest?” Jacqui said, turning back towards Sloane from where they were bobbing in the water. “I really don’t think I understand white people’s obsession with skiing. Thought this trip might make me understand but....still kinda confused.” 

[ash-morse]

who: @defavorise when: in the first couple days of winter breaks where: on a trail somewhere

Court had bullied Sloane into joining him out on the slopes - despite her general vague irritation with him, he got the inkling that she really actually liked him. She just didn't want to admit it. And honestly, Court couldn't help it - even though he and Sloane were the same age, she reminded him of Cari. His favorite youngest sibling (sorry, Dylan), it instantly made him want to bond with Sloane, and protect her, and made him beam every single time he saw her. He had gotten ahead of her on the slopes, finding a nice spot on the trail to sit down, goggles pulled up on his forehead as he laid back in the snow (saftey to the side so he wouldn't get run over - he made the mistake of sprawling in the middle of the trail once before), waiting for Sloane to catch up to him. "Hey slowpoke," he hollered as soon as he saw her, his grin wide on his face as she came to a stop near him. "Sit," he said, patting the snow next to him. "Look how nice it is here. We can relax for a little, take it in."

[jacksbaker]

starter @dancingdanvers -- sweet spot creamy.

"what are you talking about? you look fine to me -"

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@wvsteria

Evie was so ready for this night. She'd taken her time choosing what dress to wear, and how to do her makeup. She wanted to look perfect for this blind date. She walked in, waving when she sees Sloane. "Hi! It's amazing to finally meet you. Wow, you're gorgeous! I'm very excited for tonight!"

[gomzdrawfr]

CAPTAIN??

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[widowkills]

SASHA ALEX SLOAN via Instagram (December 27, 2023)

it’s the most ✨likely to have a depressive episode ✨time of the year

[thcophagy]

open to: women.

featuring: fletcher “fletch” crawford, twenty-six, bisexual, lead singer in a band & jude sloan, twenty-seven, bisexual, drummer in a band.

plot: fletch and jude are in a band together and on quiet nights between shows they like to go out to local bars and try to compete as to who can pull a girl first. on this night, they are both pining after the same girl and decide to both try their luck to see who she chooses.

"y'know, when i first met this guy..." jude pointed towards fletch, his cigarette dangling precariously between his two fingers as he jabbed his fingertips against the other's chest. "...he was in the basement of our buddy's house, high off his face, screaming along to radiohead like he thought he was thom yorke. you haven't been to hell till you have to listen to some twenty-one-year-old asshole butcher creep on repeat."

"i didn't butcher anything." fletch scoffed and took a sip of beer as jude continued to try and paint himself in a better light by means of embarrassing him. "you liked me enough to get me to join your fuckin' band, didn't you?" he shook his head and turned his attention to the pretty little thing they'd stolen from the end of the bar after watching her drink alone for a short while. "you much of a music person? where'd you think radiohead sits on the list of all-time greats? because this dude thinks that if you weren't doing heroin in the sixties then you probably aren't that great of an artist."

[gccdwitch]

🌸 @eternclsunshine

“My angel! I’ve missed you.” The words are loud enough to be heard over the music and the chatter. Sloane has a forced smile on her expression as she leans closer to them, her eyes pleading. “Sorry,” she whispers to them, gazing briefly (and, she hopes, discreetly) behind her for a second to confirm that the sleazeball that’s been bothering her for the past five minutes and refusing to take a hint is, indeed, still following. “But… just play along for a second, could you?”

[brokcnrunes]

who: Mark Sloan ( @bcttcrthanrcvcnge )

where: Naporia General Hospital

Jackson suddenly woke up from his sudden nap, in the Attending's lounge, due to the sound of the door closing shut. He quickly sat up straighter, seeing Mark stood staring at him. It had been a while since his mentor had shown up on the island, giving everyone a shock. Jackson still felt like he was getting used to the older male being alive again. "I wasn't napping," Jackson protested before Mark could even say anything, now standing up. "I was just resting my eyes."

[retrograderesemblance]

RP Tierlist

tagged by: @smiletimeisrunningout <33 tagging: @timeguardians , @anoseforrottenapples , @widowshill , @noiranamnesis , @richardxoliverxmayhew , @laviexenrose , @brooklynislandgirl , @apurekindness , and anyone else who wants to do this!

[bradley-banner]

bradley 📲 sloane

Bradley: I leave the country for three days? Bradley: and I come back to find out its all happened whilst i've been gone Bradley: congratulations on your daughter Sloane Bradley: she's truly the cutest

[borawinters]

closed for: @dancingdanvers

where: sweetspot creamery

"I ordered you a scoop of the special and one vanilla because that seemed like a safe bet," Bo informs Sloane as she arrives, the caramel honey chocolate chip cheesecake already proving to be too busy a flavour for him but it would do for now.

He nods to the stroller she had with her, unable to see the baby inside it from where he was already sat at the table, but that didn't stop him from gesturing that she should hand her over nonetheless.

"Is she awake? Gimme."

[strywoven]

@zinbu / @stanislawkowalski ♡’d for a starter ( ft. sloan + nastka )

BORN AND BRED for the industry ( quite actually , a dog instilled with the instinct & purpose to serve , to hunt , to kill ) .  Sloan never mistook its place in the hierarchy for anything more than being on a l e a s h to those who had the tolerance to keep it tethered and tame.  But most masters , it found , were simply flesh and blood ; they broke all too easily , and Sloan was often regarded with a wary apprehension whenever its contract changed hands.

Its current handler , however , seemed more than adequate enough ( that is to say , he seemed a man who wouldn’t put up with its shit , who wouldn’t spare it the rod should it be necessary ) .  And in these last few weeks acclimating to Natska’s control and demand , Sloan found itself falling in line as if SECOND-NATURE , as if INSTINCTIVE , obliging him like any well-trained mongrel might.  So it goes , it appears to him upon summons , head lowered out of deference , the air around it simmering with its usual aura of abnormal p o w e r , ❝ Boss , good evening.  What can I do for you ? ❞

[lamourt]

@kidfrommodesto liked for a starter !

he would never have agreed to this in a thousand lifetimes if this man wasn't someone louis had trusted. but his publicist had pushed for it, and with louis's account of his life and their relationship so widespread now with the publication of molloy's book... lestat cared little for the court of public opinion, but there was, in sloane's words, damage control to be done. he finds this whole thing horribly garish–– the way the set has been dressed up, the little props, the book so innocently placed on a side table. its very presence burns in lestat's periphery–– the pages filled with ugly truths and beautiful ones, alongside things he doesn't quite consider fair. and perhaps he's a little vindictive when he sends a spasm towards the other man's throat–– a vampire who hasn't told the world of what he is yet, when he plays the role of other. brows flick up–– an invitation to start, because he won't.

[laureljacobs]

closed: @dancingdanvers

location: the women's bathroom at the hotel

After a short rendezvous with a pretty, tall blonde in a dark corner, Laurel excused herself to the bathroom with promises to be right back. It was a lie; the blonde seemed nice enough, but she couldn't kiss for shit, and Laurel was pretty sure that she was just a drunk straight girl who thought it would be fun to kiss a woman on New Year's Eve. Laurel would have to find some way to avoid her for the rest of the night, but with the crush of bodies in the main room, she figured it'd be easy enough.

She stepped into the bathroom, putting her mask, clutch, and fourth drink down on the sink counter and grabbing a piece of paper towel. She looked up at herself and frowned — Jesus, that girl had done a number on her lipstick. Laurel wetted the paper towel, starting to dab at her mouth carefully as she faintly registered a toilet flush behind her.

The stall opened, then closed, and Laurel looked up briefly to shoot a small, polite smile at the person stepping out as she reached to move her things to the side. As she went, she did a double take, the smile falling off of her face quickly to give way to slight trepidation. She knew the face — had seen it around town, looking at her with abject terror at times, and she knew it from a past life. One where, Laurel recalled, they'd had a rendezvous of their own in a bathroom that looked very much like this one.

She opened her mouth, then closed it, then did it all again before finally deciding to speak. "This is a bit familiar for us, hm?"

[likesouvenirs]

it was intimidating, the size of this location. choosing the library as the first place to start, sloan wandered aimlessly down each aisle of the fiction section. skimming at the titles, questions of her investigation swirled in her head. an inquiry from a junior came through her email last week; a request to visit kensley college, with claims of a retaliative ghost sighting.

sloan hadn’t done an investigation of this scale before. the biggest she had done was a mansion and even that took no more than two hours before she had enough evidence to compile a report. this…this was something else.

her thumb rubbed against the evp recorder in her hand, backpack dropped haphazardly on a vacant table. notebook opened, pen resting on a blank page. sloan cleared her throat, tongue wetting lips.

pressing the on button, she spoke in hopes she was in the correct place and that @smthscoming was around.

“anyone here? alive or dead.”