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(﹙˓ ‍🎧 ˒﹚) whoa, did you just hear that voice? it's so recognizable that i have no doubt it's marijoy bacalso - coughlan. i don't really know much about them, but i heard they're a twenty three year old fashion design major in their second of study. people say that they're ingenuous and euphoric, but rumor has it that they're actually audacious and gossipy, so i guess we'll never know the truth unless you live with them in hummel house. if you ask me, i think i'd describe them as heart is an awesome power, but their spotify wrapped should say more about them, in which femininomenon by chappell roan, dying for you by charli xcx, and pokemon by wet leg are amongst their most played. but whatever, i wish them luck on their endeavors in new directions, student newspaper ( advise columnist ), and shakespeare society & musical theatre troupe ( costume department ). i don't know how they have time for all of that, but i can't wait to see how this new school year treats them! ( maris racal, cis woman and she / her, bisexual ) 𝄞ˎˊ˗

please be advised for topics of ... cancer, parental death & grief.

school statistics.

full name — marijoy maluya bacalso - coughlan.

nickname(s) — mari, or joy, or just marijoy! she's not picky. actually would love a new nickname, like, call her anything - she probably won't mind!

place of birth — kibawe, philippines.

date of birth & age — august 12th, 2003. twenty3.

gender & sexuality — cis woman ( she / her ) & bisexual, thank you gay dads! ( you do not inherit sexuality. i think. someone get the punnett square! )

year of study & major — technically, marijoy has been a student since she was 8teen, HOWEVER! between switching majors every single semester and only attending classes on a part - time schedule, 2026 marks the beginning of marijoy's second full - time semester, and she has finally, finally stuck to a major! everybody clap! it's fashion design! no, guys, keep clapping, i swear she's good at it! past majors have included: communications, psychology, travel and tourism, and an interdisciplinary study that, truthfully, marijoy isn't sure what she was supposed to be doing. she thinks she actually forgot to enroll in her classes for that semester, despite attending them. oh well, now she knows how to cobble american doll shoes, so!

occupation — an advice columnist on the almost - defunct school newspaper, where she plays the elusive, mysterious, all - knowing miss fortuna, a woman of incredible expertise and knowledge in the realms of all things love and erotica. that being said, marijoy herself is very ... misguided in her attempts to save the love ( and sex! ) lives of her fellow students. with that also being said, marijoy is dutifully unemployed at the moment, but has had several brief stunts such as a waitress at les affamés, a barista? at sweet sugar, and a roller skating instructor at rinky dinks ( she does not know how to roller skate, and was almost sued in a very, very bad multi - crash roller bender pile up. yeeowch! )

astrology — leo sun, aquarius moon, and sagittarius rising! god be with us.

residence — hummel house on saint rivera's campus, after years of trying to get a placement within the dormitory - last year marks her first success. her bedroom is like ... the guts of her soul spat back up. hand - knit and personalized sweaters gather across the shoulders of her desk chair in a her - height pile, and glitter makes a permanent home within the fine threads of her thrift store rug. feathers run amok. sometimes, she opens her mouth, and a stray, neon magenta feather pops right out. a strange furry creature nestles its head upon the same pillow she does, and she's still not quite sure if she picked up a stray puppy or a coyote. it's cute! every piece of furniture is stained or riddled with peeling lisa frank stickers, smudged makeup, and layers and layers of multiple forms of glue. it's like peering in with a kaleidoscope. over - stylized and borderline painful to look at.

interests — being everything and everywhere all at once. seeming impossibly omni - present with her ability to be anywhere on campus in the matter of seconds, thanks to her bedazzled motorized scooter named the shoo-ster. being a natural spawn - point for endless chatter and idle gossip. playing matchmaker and cupid. there's a difference! one is professional, and the other is meddling. they're both meddling. loving herself #lovewins. love just, as a concept. true love, soulmates, hurt / comfort fanfiction, just about every cheesy trope under the sun. having gut - wrenching, yearnful crushes that ( usually! ) dissolve on their own after a matter of weeks. creating things with her own two hands, never still, knitting and crocheting and embroidering and weaving. sewing and bedazzling. beading. glitter, sparkles, rhinestones, sequins, anything that shines in the sweet sunlight. DIY projects - she's trying her best! knowing she's capable of anything #selfconfidence #delusions. renaissance festivals and archery. picking up wild animals because she's convinced herself she's a modern - day snow white. maximalism. anything bright and overwhelming. every color. every pattern. stripes, gingham, checkers, animal print. romance novels and pop music. being alive. mood rings and candy necklaces. fun, funky textures that make her skin squirm in the good way. whatever that means. fresh fruit, especially mango. fun, sweet cocktails. first dates. dancing, whether alone in her room or in the shower or as she's walking to class or at a frat party where nobody else is dancing. flavored lip balm. kissing. gourmand perfumes. pigs of all shapes and sizes, but especially the teacup pig she smuggled onto campus this year named sunshine. she is currently trying to audition sunshine to be the new directions' mascot. please don't send sunshine to an active crack house. also loves matching with her siblings, surrealism, and sustainability. wow!

aversions — losing in competitions, even self - imposed and imagined. unhelpful negativity borderlining realism. unnecessary cruelty. negative self - talk. however, she also hates fake positivity - positivity without real meaning. being alone for a long, long period of time. starts to chew the bars of her enclosure ( her mind )! when storms roll in one after another and the thunder stops feeling comforting and starts feeling confining, like she'll never see the sun or feel its light ever again. extreme weather, specifically her long - standing fear of tornadoes, and as a result, glen powell's giant, capybara - esque, too shining - shiny smile. forgetting to apply sunscreen, or other steps of her self - care routine. sleeping with her makeup on. the idea of being buried alive, although she doesn't know where this particular fear comes from. micro - trends and fleeting aesthetics despite her own alternating, ever - changing style. not knowing herself - admitting that she still doesn't know herself, not completely. that the confidence is just - a shallow layer above everything else she hides. anyways! feeling judged, or like she has to change to be liked, admired, or adored by someone else. heartbreak! sad endings! movies that are all shock value and no substance! being undermined or undervalued because of her femininity and whimsy and joy, and not because she lives in a semi - delusional world of her own creation.

quirks — loves to be kept in the loop, i.e. be in everyone's business. loves to know the drama, the gossip, who is fighting or fucking whoever else. she keeps a highly detailed relationship map in her journal, which she journals in daily, that she keeps as up to date as possible. is consistently and constantly trying to set up her friends with people she thinks they'd have beautiful, amazing children compatibility with. knows every tiktok dance dating back to 2020 like it's muscle memory, which is a feat considering how much she struggles to learn choreography for new directions. sings in the car, in the shower, as she's getting ready, etc. like she cannot be silent, or in silence, for even a moment. always has to hum or tap, or listen to something. usually has white noise or the tv playing in her room when she sleeps. never, ever stops enjoying life. it's hers' to live! bedazzles literally anything if given the chance. crafting tools, hair - styling tools, her sewing machine, her friends' steering wheels. only uses reusable grocery bags. collects a tote bag whenever possible, and then further customizes them however she pleases. is always, always toting one around. it has everything anyone could ever need in life, probably. including an epi - pen she found stranded on a desk after class. figured - what if someone gets stung by a bee? or accidentally eats a peanut? she could save lives. or, a life. likes to host themed nights for her friends, gets incredibly into it. likes to bake for anyone in a subpar, or otherwise devastated, mood - she is not a good baker. it's the thought that counts. knits for everyone she knows. and most importantly: marijoy writes fanfiction about her friends and classmates, hell, and any other peer she knows or has even remotely heard of. she's written fanfiction about her professors before. she's planned her sister's wedding to a woman she looked at for no longer than ten seconds in the fabray line. she has notebooks and notebooks of this, google docs galore, notes app a complete mess. this is maybe not normal. she also listens to the saw soundtrack when she really, really needs to focus.

most played — take a bite by beabadoobee.

notable features — bright, brown eyes filled with nothing but warmth and plump, rosy cheeks. a beauty mark at the corner of her lips. a new, lovingly knitted sweater each day - rarely wearing the same one twice. hair filled with butterfly clips and charms, bangs always slightly in the way of her eyes.

general disposition — dizzyingly bright, a pep to every step. energy that cannot be contained and must be let out, like a shaken up coke bottle on the verge of exploding. we have not yet seen what it is like for marijoy to burst. and hopefully we will not!

character study — mabel pines ( gravity falls ) & jessica day ( new girl ).

on record.

for the first seven years of marijoy's life, all she knows is pure joy. unadulterated, complete, undeniable joy. the soft static of a radio's song drifts in and out of each room of their home in kibawe; muddied footprints pressed against tile as she and her siblings run circles around each other, around the house - out into the warm, warm sun. in the evenings, her mother and aunts huddle around the kitchen, and later the dining table. there's always the mess of laughter, of hands crossing over one another; stories told over and over, one after another.

cancer; when her mother's health falters; when the chemotherapy tries to suction the warmth away from her tanned skin and plump cheeks and wide, bright eyes - just like marijoy's - she doesn't feel the pain. her father tucks her into bed each night, just the same; her cousins pile atop one another inside their bedroom, a slumber party each night. her aunts visit more, cook more - her mother still laughs, even when the hospital room becomes her home. marijoy isn't stupid. she hears the whispers behind closed doors, the muffled sobs of her grandmother. she knows something terrible is happening - she knows when it happens.

parental death, grief; the love in their family only intensifies after the funeral, grief in it's rawest, truest form: hugs that linger for too far long, never a moment alone, fresh flowers each morning that appear like magic atop their doorstep. the feeling never goes away - the grief, the heaviness inside marijoy's chest, but as she grows older, it's her mother's smile that reflects back at her inside the mirror. her warmth is still there, still alive - inside marijoy. inside all of them. her family, not as whole but stronger than before.

maybe that's why their father is able to fall in love again five years later. it's a tourist from america, tutting his own ducklings behind him; they play outside in the summer rain as their parents talk and laugh and talk some more inside their home. a summer vacation becomes holidays celebrated together, becomes pick - ups at the airport, becomes marijoy's first visit to the states. by the next year, their father's remarried and they're moving across the world to pennsylvania.

marijoy misses the philippines, she always does, but her stepdad's kind, radiates a similar sort of warmth that her mother used to, though impossible to replicate. it's harder to connect with her step - siblings; their other parent's still alive, just - gone. it's a different kind of grief, this marijoy understands. she always understands. with time, it gets easier. with time, more siblings join their family. her teen years fly by - an awkward, gangly thing with a too - loud laugh and a mouth full of braces, yet everyone's biggest cheerleader. she learns how to adapt, how to fit in without giving away the traits that make her, her.

attending saint rivera university makes marijoy feel alive in other ways. she feels, as much of a cliche as it is, grown. a true adult, out living in the world. she's not alone at university, her siblings with reputations of their own - but marijoy's name shines bright. she's always the first to raise her hand, the first to volunteer for a campus tour - the first to bring tissues, the first to wrap a bandage. it's fun, but marijoy doesn't know what she wants out of her future. doesn't know who to be, or what - a new major every semester, a fresh start every year. sometimes she jokes she'll be there forever - but what if she actually is?

facts, personality, and tidbits.

there's never been a single point in marijoy's life where she's went, wow, i should shut up. a rambler at heart - she'll yap anyone's ear off until it's on the ground bleeding. chronically talkative, there's always something for her to talk about, and rarely anything that causes her to stop short. will find interest in anyone's life, will ask them a thousand questions, will want to plant herself deep inside their brain until she takes root and absorbs absolutely everything there is to know about them.

speaking of ... yapping comes with gossip, naturally, and marijoy is an unfortunate big mouth. loves to learn the drama that occurs in everyone's lives, and only needs a few prompts, a few nudges, until she's spilling everyone's worst secrets. it's innocent! she doesn't mean to! but it happens every time. one day it'll come back to bite her in the butt, but for now? well. we will just have to see!

believes so strongly in true love and soulmates and fairy - tale endings that it's not even funny. her love for love is strong, and true, and overbearing. has tried to set up multiple of her friends on blind dates, and believes she's a real life cupid, matchmaking and all. has had her fair share of relationships, all failing for one reason or another - but hey! that's life! those frogs weren't her gender neutral prince! they're still out there somewhere!

has a personal life crisis every year that results in her switching majors into something else entirely, and this year marks the longest she's ever stayed in one major. marijoy is currently convinced she can make an entirely new sustainable textile that'll overtake the world by storm and save, like, all the animals. and stop forced labor. she also ate non - edible glitter the first morning she woke up in her dorm this semester. so. she has very big dreams.

over the summer she "saved" a teacup pig from a petting zoo she insists was inhumane, and neither of her dads allowed her to keep it at theirs' while she attends school, so ... we will see the future consequences of marijoy's numerous actions.

as mentioned, but in case it was forgotten, she writes ... fanfictions ... about her friends, her peers, on occasion her professors ... it's a hobby, okay! it's for fun! it's very normal! marijoy does not share these with anyone. it's the only time she'll shield her phone's screen away from someone else, ears deepening shades of red. it's like, probably not okay - and marijoy knows it. it may be one of the few times she's experienced an ounce of shame. unfortunately, she loves new feelings.

aside from love, marijoy is obsessed with friendship. a friend's friend! she'd lay down her life for any of her friends, and she tries to befriend every person she knows! to a detrimental degree! remembers the smallest details about people - the drinks they like, the scents they hate, favorite snacks, and that one really really bad experience nobody talks about. will betray her own siblings if she has to, that's how ride or die she is.

a big fan of knitting ... and crocheting ... and anything that she can create with her own two hands. has an insane amount of handknit sweaters that she wears daily, always a different pattern, always something new. it's her go - to gift, her ultimate love language. without the ability to create, marijoy wouldn't know what to do with her time.

overall tries to be optimistic and there for the people in her life, even if she doesn't particularly like them. believes strongly in second, and third chances, and fated encounters, and trying again and again and again and again and again - point is, marijoy is confident and enthusiastic, endlessly energetic. a big ball of energy that does not allow herself to be dimmed.

joined new directions last year, mostly because she was finally registered as a full - time student and her class advisor, sherry, who she does not treat as an unqualified therapist by any means, encouraged her to do something unrelated to her major. she is an average vocalist, and is nearly impossible to sit down for longer than a few moments, and god is she clumsy - but she has a lot of heart, a lot of passion, and people seem to like her presence on stage.

aside from new directions and her newspaper stint, marijoy spends a lot of time working in the theatre - associated extracurriculars in their costume departments. she plans, she designs, she sews - is currently trying to weasel her way into designing costumes for the new directions. this might've been her true intention all along.

has probably never sworn in her life. it's not like she's against it, doesn't have a moral standing or minds when others do - it's just never occurred to her that she can. can come off as naïve, or at worst, childish, because of the things she enjoys and her over - the - top personality, but all that does is lead to her being underestimated. harmless. maybe a little too much.

marijoy has rarely ever gotten angry, and truthfully i don't know what that would look like. i think it would be very bad.

and that's what you missed on glee!

these are just a few wcs i think would be fun :3

any person involved in her roller skating fiasco back at rinky dinks last semester: whether it's the person who almost sued marijoy over it, or the multiple others injured - maybe she even injured a fellow new directioner and contributed to their loss! open.

a best friend she has very normal feelings about: highly preferred to be wlw, but we've all been there ... marijoy gets a lot of crushes, often multiple at the same time, but this one feels different because it feels like it's not allowed. not because they're both girls, or feminine presenting, but just - that's her number one, y'know? she's closer to this person than she is some of her siblings, and her family is incredibly close - knit. one wrong move and everything is ruined. taken by valeria chavez.

other, fleeting crushes: i want to say marijoy honestly has a roster she flickers through. like an object permanence thing. she doesn't see one for long enough, and the crush fades, but then they come back and it's like WHAM! these are nothingburgers, but i enjoy marijoy making a fool out of herself. open.

the person she accidentally stole their epi - pen from: listen, she thought they were never coming back! who just leaves an epi - pen laying around? realistically, they would've gotten a new one by now, but they're expensive, and why the hell is it bedazzled now? does it even work? open.

new directions mentor: it's no secret that marijoy isn't the most disciplined, or the most graceful, or even really close to being one of the better vocalists - but she's willing to try, and this person is willing to take a chance on her. for better or for worse. open.

someone accidentally scorned in the throws of epic gossip: marijoy is an incessant chatterbox who doesn't think before she speaks about 90% of the time. this person chose to entrust her with a secret of theirs, and she absolutely fucking blew it. blabbed to the wrong person, and now half the campus knows. or will knows - this could be a future plot! what's important is that their friendship, of which marijoy treasured deeply, will never be the same. probably ever! open.

a feud that rivals alexander hamilton and aaron burr, probably: like maybe they're not going to dual to the death, but marijoy and this person butt heads like no other. this may be the closest anyone has ever seen marijoy to being genuinely angry. whether they have conflicting personalities that just can't seem to get along, or marijoy has just annoyed them in ways beyond reconciliation, or they've wronged her in some way - it's bad. it's really bad. open.

cutie squad <3: anyone with a personality similar to marijoy's even remotely and who will probably come out of a miami trip unscathed - those who are less cutthroat, maybe a little softer, and they can rely on each other! whether studying all night in the library, or helping each other get out of bad dates, or holding up each others' hair in the bathroom at adrenaline. these are girls' girls! open. emerson wren.

the fleet of exes: i don't think marijoy is a serial dater by any means, but she's been in a decent amount of relationships, and all of them have ended for less than great reasons! maybe they cheated, or found marijoy too overbearing, or marijoy woke up one day and decided their energies aren't aligned, a crazy miscommunication or simply deciding they'd be better off as friends. anything could've happened! bad terms or good! open.

her co - conspirator: that being said, the harper to her amerie and their well - documented relationship chart. because she can't do it alone, and this is the only other person marijoy truly trusts with it. for now. open.

whoever the hell she's writing fanfiction about: but let's be honest this is like. everyone. maybe someone who finds out about the fanfiction. maybe they'll be pleasantly flattered, and even compliment marijoy's writing style ( inside her delusional mind ) - but realistically they'll probably be weirded out. like very. oh, god, what if they expose her? marijoy can't even think about this happening. open.

and then all the other, usual connections: more friends ( i love unlikely friends ), enemies ( i love one - sided hatred ), miscellaneous connections like classmates and dormmates, hookups of past, present, and future, etc. i am open for literally anything always, but i love drama <3

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