Name: Gabriela Emiliano Delgado.
Nicknames: Goobie (most known as), Goob.
Birthday: August 30, 1999.
Pronouns: They/them, allows themselves to be she'd by good friends, fucks, and family.
Gender/Sex: Non-binary, though when asked their gender they say "dyke".
Sexuality: Lesbian.
Occupation: DJ at 100.3 Pirate Radio, freelance upcoming DJ (making & mixing).
Neighborhood: Crystal Cove Condominiums.
P E R S O N A L I T Y —
+ Resourceful, responsible, steadfast. - Sleazy, vengeful, dishonest.
Goobie is very particular with who they let into their life, but to the few friends they have, they're a witty, dedicated friend. More of an active listener than a talker, but they usually always have something to add. Pretty flirtatious when they want to be, but in a cool, toned-down, confident way rather than a fun and easy way. They have the sleep-around gene from their mother, but due to always being left alone as a kid, they're a lot more responsible than she could ever be.
A R R I V A L — ( FALL 2017 )
Goobie's mom made the decision to settle in Aurora Bay after a particularly bad situationship ending. It's close to family and the beach, and Goobie spent a lot of time in the nearby town where they went to summer camp, so it seemed an obvious fit. Although Goobie and their mom live in Crystal Cove now, they spent the first 5 years in Seabrook Quarter.
E X T R A B I T S —
– Originally their middle name was Emilia but they started spelling it Emiliano around the time they came out as a lesbian.
– Due to all the summers at camp, they're weirdly good at archery. No real interest in pursuing or further strengthening the skill, but if the function has a bow and arrow, they can turn out. It makes them really fucking good at bar darts, too.
– Goobie puts in a LOT of time and effort on their car. It's always washed and waxed, and the interior is kept spotless, save for their front cup-holders which always has one empty and one full matcha latte. Despite all that time spent with pizza in the front seat, it never smells like cheese - only bergamot.
– Lives a mostly sober life despite their avid partying. They will partake in the occasional molly dose, but rarely, and usually at festivals. A drink or two at big parties (like Halloween, or their family Christmas gathering) is all they'll ever have.
C O N N E C T I O N S —
Aeris Flores: sleaze bag BFF and tattoo artist. Aeris has done most of Goob's tattoos, and in between sessions they can be found shit talking their latest hookups.
Santiago De Leon: first cousin once removed. They come from the same big family, and Goobie enjoys gracing their uncle with their annoying presence whenever they feel like it. Mother is currently dating his good friend, Benji, under Santiago's nose.
Lorna Dilane: failed hook-up. Perhaps the only person Goobie's been rejected by and became/stayed friends with. They haven't told Aeris, as this was before things got serious between them.
Astrid Liu: speed dating pick-up. The reason Goobie even sat down at the event, and they ended up leaving together.
Stevie Mackone: co-worker. Goobie will often give Stevie a lift during deliveries, even if they complain about it.
B A C K G R O U N D —
- grew up with single mom, naomi (more commonly known as nomi), who is their best friend in the world. huge huge momma's girl. nomi is a grade A maneater, and due to her maneating ways, she claims she has no idea who goobie's father is, and goobie doesn't care to know. their whole life it's just been them two, and that's how goob likes it
- they come from a large family that has always been close, physically and emotionally, but nomi is a bit of a black sheep which means goobie has always felt a sort of disconnect with a lot of their relatives. they always attend all of the familial events, but they're usually on the sidelines listening and watching rather than participating in the conversations, because their mom and her husband-less life is usually is brought up
- growing up with a mom who loved to date and party meant goob was on their own a lot, left to fend for themselves for food and entertainment. this meant learning to cook at a young age (and learning to turn the stove off) as well as spending a lot of time watching mtv and, eventually, being chronically online
- during some formative years, their mom fucked a guy for longer than normal and even allowed him to keep some personal items at their apartment, which included a very nice record player and a stack of vinyls. eventually the relationship ended but the guy was really sweet so he left the player and vinyls there bc goob was clearly very attached to them. this, combined with their avid mtv watching, triggered a deep interest in music - specifically: making it
- around age eight, nomi started sending goob to camp every summer for some good ol' fashioned rough n' tumble outdoor activity. goob actually loved it; they made a 4-lifer friend there right out of the gate. because goob didn't have siblings, they imprinted on this guy almost immediately, and every summer they spent all eight weeks together, and pen-pal'd it the rest of the year. to this day they are best friends
- goob began making their own music and attempting to remix other artist's songs in eighth grade. they started by posting a lot of their remixes on soundcloud, and then suffered major embarrassment when some bullies at school got a hold of their acct and blasted them all over the school for making shitty music. this, of course, only resulted in their determination to become really, really fucking good. eventually, over years of practice, they became the dj friend, always scooping the aux for parties. they went to community college and hated it, but spent a lot of time at frat parties there building an audience they never wouldve thought to appeal to.
- goob's success as an underground dj is blowing up. most recently, they collaborated with the dare on a song, though it hasn't brought their fame to mega levels or anything. it is really fucking cool, though
-goob is an absolute SLUTTTTT. they are such a fucking flirt its not even funny. they have a reputation in the lesbian community for being a heartbreaker and yet they still score</3 like actually a genuine menace. serial cheater unfortunately /: just like their mama!
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"This is the last time I let you pick a movie," hands over her eyes as she shields herself from the gore-y scene that played on screen, "I can't believe I let you talk me into this. Honestly."
Goobie doesn't care about what they're watching - hasn't since the movie started 45 minutes ago. They have no issue turning from the screen to catch Jimin's cowering, which they meet with a suppressed grin.
"This shit's from like a million years ago. You don't seriously find it scary, do you?"
Aeris barely tilts his head in inclination toward Goobie as his eyes are trained on the barista behind the counter, but he hears what they say to him.
"Of January?" he clarifies, only a second later just as he finally stops staring after passing a judgment of 'too young'. They'll be spared of him trying to slip a number across the counter when his name is called.
Aeris stares at them longer as if to silently ask for them to explain, and as expected, they do.
Moving is not what he expects, however, and he presses, "Living with your mother not doing it for you anymore? Where are you headed off to?" There was a vacancy on his street in Seabrook, though he doubts that Goobie would be taking a three bedroom on on their own.
"Sure. I'll help move boxes, but I can't drive a U-Haul to save my life. I'll make sure my schedule's cleared."
No pushback - no complaint. It may have taken awhile to build this relationship between them, but Goobie knows they can almost always count on Aeris for whatever help he feels like offering. With neither of them being particularly generous people, it's a true sign of deep friendship.
Even if their connection still relies heavily on them being kind of shitty romantically.
"Nah. Gotta' get some alone time while I still can. I'm sure she'll beg me to move back in when she's an old lady instead of stuffing her in a retirement home." Nomi moves in a way that reads she's not considering the fact she'll ever get older; Goobie's sure she'd rather kill herself than be in a nursing home for her golden years. "Just Ocean Crest. Found a sweet deal and I can afford the whole place myself."
Goobie's name is called - a meek Goo...bee? mumbled into the quiet shop - and they swipe their matcha from the counter.
"The unloading is my main issue. I've got my mom's boytoy doing an apology tour for his NYE behavior so he's helping me fill the truck, but getting my shit up to my floor will be a nightmare alone."
A second passes before they acknowledge Aeris' kindness directly. "And thank you. Seriously. I don't have a lot of people I can ask for this kinda shit."
"Siiiick, thank you," Mack says as he takes his Tejas delivery from the driver who was dropping it off to him, a burrito and a joint sounding like the ideal combination to him that evening.
( He's already one smoke in with another rolled and tucked behind his ear for after. )
"Hey," He says before they can turn to leave, "Have you got any interests in playgrounds? Namely that one right behind me. I want a turn on those monkey bars real bad but it feels sinister by myself at night."
Fuck this job. If Goobie never has to smell lukewarm food stinking up their car ever again, it will be too soon. Last delivery of the night, so close to freedom... And then the behemoth ( who tipped far too nicely for the burrito's short commute ) stops them before they can go.
"You want a turn on the monkey bars," they repeat, unimpressed. "With me?"
Goobie peeks around him, eyeing the playground. Empty, it's not so scary. Imagining this fully-grown man swinging from the monkey bars alone? A bit sinister, yeah.
They pause, considering the bleached hair - the glazed eyes - the large tip they scored.
"Sure. Fuck it. I'd feel bad if you got the pigs called on you for having a little whimsy in your heart." A pause. They re-examine the stranger's hair. "I think I met someone at a party who was dressed up as you a few months ago."
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🌻 Art Hoe: How does muse feel about the arts? And how good are they at making art?
"Art is cool. I don't go to museums like that, but I can recognize why people might. I don't like theatre either, 'specially not musicals, and I feel the same about those. Anything creative takes work and passion and some level of skill, so it always holds my sincere props."
epic III - does your muse keep their emotions carefully guarded, or wear them on their sleeve?
"Most people can't read me. I have nasty RBF and beyond that I don't like people in my business. Sometimes I'm mad at someone and they don't need to know because I'll get over it before I see them again. I can't stand all of the constant emotional debriefing - let me move in silence."
Elliot wheeled around, ready to bare her teeth at whatever groupie had sweet talked Samir into letting them in early, but her irritation evaporated as soon as she registered Goobie's presence. She shooed Fred away with a single finger directed toward the stockroom; he groaned and shuffled away. (She really needed to fire that guy).
"Hello to you too," she said dryly, leaning against the back of the bar and crossing her arms.
And then, immediately ignoring Goobie's reiterated request, she lit up. "What the fuck do you mean, don't make it a big thing?"
"That's a fucking huge thing," she insisted. "First of all, they would've been idiots not to take you. Second of all, thank god. Your whole 'my mom is my best friend' thing is weirdly sweet, but you need to," she waved a hand vaguely, "do your own thing."
She turned to find the gin. "Have a drink with me. Come on. This counts as a special occasion."
It isn't often that Goobie feels special for their presence. They're given special treatment plenty, sure, but they're empty offerings because it doesn't mean anything. Being treated well by Elliot is different because... Because it's Elliot.
A shy smile - the sort that Goobie never wears, too imbued with confidence to be caught getting bashful about shit - graces their features, and they roll their eyes to cover it up.
"Yeah, okay, whatever, it's a big fucking thing." Avoiding the perpetually sticky spot on the floor, Goobie steps forward and leans in, elbows on the clean bar top as they watch Elliot rave. "Nomi's the best. And the worst. She's my mom, y'know? But I can't stand living with her. The boyfriend is..." They dismiss the thought with a click of their tongue. "Honestly, she's not hyped I'm leaving, which is part of the problem."
At the offer, Goobie nods, knowing that Elliot was going to pour one for them regardless of if they immediately accepted or not.
"Only if you put something else in my cup. I'll drink the gin, but I need something to mask that awful taste." As Goobie watches Elliot pour, another smile bites at their expression, more mischievous and in-character than the other. "S'pose it'll be nice not spending so much money on Airbnb's just to bring girls to for the weekend."
Benj's left standing there with a beverage caddy of two cups of coffee, and a third filled with creamers and sugar packets. He'd thought he waited long enough, and the long detour out to Driftwood was enough time to give Nomi a chance to get home before he would show up.
It's fine, he figures. He likes Goobie, and the silent invitation to come on in is followed with no hesitance.
"Do you know when she will be back?" he asks as he shuts the door behind him.
Benj does freeze with his hand on the doorknob when Goobie says they need to talk to him, curious, though mildly alarmed.
"About something good I hope?" he presses, eventually, and oh so cautiously, entering the room. The beverage caddy is carefully placed on the counter so he can free his hands. "I might take some for later, but I want to see if Nomi wants to go out for brunch first. Thank you, though."
Benj lets silence fall between them, interrupted by the pop of his coffee lid and ripping of sugar packets. His eyes lift from his task at hand to their face and he presses, "Well?"
"I don't. Honestly, she seemed like she was in one of her moods." Goob throws him a look. "You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
Not that they particularly care. Nomi's been weirdly private about Ben the longer that they're together, which makes Goobie think that it might be serious, which makes Goobie know they're making the right choice with moving out.
If there's one thing they can't stand, it's Nomi in love for real.
They shrug, mumble a your loss under their breath, and sit at the bar top, spoon in hand.
"Uh yeah, sure, it's good. I'm moving out. I haven't told mom yet. Not super ready for that conversation." Goobie takes a spoonful of pozole, not even a flinch at the nuclear temperature the microwave had heated it to. "Honestly, I'm only telling you because I'm hoping you'll help me make it easier. Take her out on a real nice date or something, get her mind off of it."
Imogen's never thought about dating before. When she was a kid, she'd always thought about her future partner and couldn't figure out what she wanted. The person at the end of the aisle wasn't as important as Eloise being her bridesmaid. She'd imagined giggling over people with her sister and crying over heartbreaks with her. Imogen would never have any of that and now it all felt... different. Going into that was complicated though.
"No, I'm not a pilgrim," she rolled her eyes at them. "Maybe I am standing in my way, but like... I don't know. Women are complicated and men piss me off." Imogen shrugged.
Imogen feels her cheeks redden at how Goobie is talking. She's not afraid of it all. "Okay well maybe it isn't my looks that's the problem." She didn't put herself out there. "Maybe it's childhood trauma. Like growing up with a twin that disappeared when I was thirteen." Imogen sighed. "Maybe I don't want it because I can't share it with the one person I thought I could always count on." And she was gone.
Goobie holds their tongue - a feat they should really be applauded for, considering just how often they hear that feedback. Women are complicated. Always from other women, too. Goobie doesn't know if they were born special or different or wrong to be able to do so well in their love life, but it certainly pisses them off when people like Imogen flick away the option of dating women because it's too difficult.
Buy flowers. Buy coffee. Compliment the thing you know they're insecure about. Fuck. Repeat.
When the twin trauma comes up, Goobie just sits back, knowing that the two of them have reached an impasse on the topic.
"Okay, sure. If you've decided you're going to be alone forever because of your dead twin, then what could I possibly say to change your mind? Look, Eloise aside - and I'm not sayin' anything about your trauma, okay? - Eloise aside, this is your life, Immy. Don't let your past stop you from your present." Goobie leans back, shrugs. "Especially if present you could be getting good dick and emotional support."
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Six - Does your muse take the small victories in life, or do they ignore them in focus of the large ones?
"It depends. If it's been a dry run, no big moves in my career or personal life, I can't take small victories seriously. It's like, okay? And? But when I'm making big splashes, all of the little ripples afterward feel more satisfying."
Four - What is the worst promise your muse has ever broken?
"Most recently? This girl, a couple weeks into whatever we were doing, she was like, promise me you won't forget about me in Amsterdam. Even at the time when I told her I wouldn't, I knew I was lying. We were never going to be serious, and I was never going to do a long distance situationship, so. I mean, whatever, she should've seen that coming, but she was pretty hurt."
Ace - Does your muse actively try to improve themself, or do they knowingly allow themself to remain in their same habits?
"Not as much as I should be. 'Should be.' I improve on what matters, like my production skills, and I've cut back on matcha this year. Probably won't waste time trying to become a new person, though. I'm happy where I'm at, even if other people aren't so happy with me."
closed starter for aeris flores ( @aeris-flores )
-> driftwood
"Whatever you're doing on the fourteenth, cancel it."
There isn't any room for argument. Goobie's tone often leaves little room for pushback, and now is no different. They spin their still-wrapped straw in between their fingers, reminiscent of a drummer spinning their sticks, as they wait for their name to be called.
"I'm moving, and I need your help." A pause. "Please."
The cryptic nature of their explanation was a quick hook. You don't know what I saw in there. Loren's brows rose some. It was like something out of It or A Nightmare on Elm Street Not the most off-base similarity, given it had been a Halloween party. It wasn't totally unlikely that they'd run face-first into Pennywise.
What'd actually happened was much worse. Or, at least, that was Lore's reaction to it. Her brows knit and facial muscles tensed with brief horror. A silent, Ew, seriously? that dissolved into understanding. Then, a half-joking shrug lifted her shoulders. "I don't know, I saw a lot of people without pants, but to each their own."
Her eyes followed their roving gaze, moving over the few others scattered around the shop. "God willing," she teased in the sort of tone that suggested she wasn't saying it in the legitimate religious sense. Then, moving to look back at the box, she answered, "Yeah, actually. 5 Seconds of Summer's new album." She cast a glance in their direction before slowly resuming her searching motion. "Try not to be disappointed that it's not some niche underground thing from the eighties."
"I save my pants-off moments for those who deserve it," Goobie says, the arch of their brow slipping unsaid meaning between the words. Though they might be a fuckboy through and through, their desire and ability to get laid has nothing to do with their comfort in clothes - or a lack thereof - in public. The idea a man might glance their way is more than enough reason to keep their stylish clothes both modest in length and on as much as they can help it.
5 Seconds of Summer? Goobie has no filter to stop their face from screwing up into something distinctly judgmental, but they've never pretended to be someone their not, even with a woman they're flirting with.
"It's less about some niche underground thing from the eighties and more about the fact that it's 5SOS. It's difficult to imagine someone in such an elegant Halloween costume goes home and listens to a boy band." Goobie half-heartedly flicks through the box they're standing in front of. "You're safe, though. I might be a music snob, but I'm also a DJ, so I have to be. It's in the contract."
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closed starter for elliot wray ( @elliotwray )
-> sharky's
Doors don't open for another hour, and Goob's not one for punctuality, but holding onto good news has them feeling like a brand new person - the kind of person who shows up on time, or early even. Besides, it's not about the music right now; Goobie's here for Elliot. A shark in a sharp suit, busting the asses of her bartenders setting up for the evening's show, she's easily spotted from across the room, and after dapping Samir up, Goobie heads over.
"I need you to be super normal when I tell you this," they start, already rounding the bar and then pulling themself up to sit on it. "Seriously, don't make a big thing. But I got that radio job. And I'm moving out of my mom's."
closed starter for benji hyun ( @benj-hyun )
-> nomi & goobie's apartment
When Goobie opens the door, they're not shocked to see Benji. If anything, they're surprised it's taken so long for him to come over. Usually on weekends Benj is on the couch before Goob's out of bed, but Nomi clearly had plans this morning considering this late arrival.
"She's not back yet," Goobie says in lieu of greeting and leaves the door open so Benj can come in. He has a key, they're certain of it, but it's nice to know it really is only used in case of emergency. "Come in anyway, I gotta talk to you. Mom made pozole last night if you want some, it's in the fridge."
Goobie already had a bowl, untouched and steaming in front of one of the bar stools, which they head to now.
