#wileyguarantee

When Allison had come bursting out of her apartment, it had been out of desperation. She felt sick. Weak, exhausted, shivering cold. Nothing was satisfying her - not food, not sleep, nothing. She had flashes of what had happened to her, flashes of what she was now, and she wanted to deny it, but the longer she starved, the more obvious it was becoming.

Running into Edwin had been a blessing in disguise. He had wasted no time in taking her by the hand and assuring her that he knew what she was and how to help her, and frankly, she was too desperate and exhausted to argue. He had sat her down at the bar and had given her a mug of what she knew was blood. The metallic liquid satiated her more than water ever had before. She chugged the first glass, drank the second a little slower, and was table to take long but gentle sips of the third. Slowly, the color was coming back to her face and the shaking was stopping. Her mind was slowly coming back to her too.

He had been busy in between checking in on her, but when he was time for him to clean up, she was still parked at the bar, slowly sipping on her fifth glass by then. She was more than full, but now it felt more like a calming treat. Like a cup of tea. She didn't know how it was going to go from here, how she was going to sustain herself. What this meant for her life or her career. It all felt so overwhelming. She didn't choose this life.

"Here you go," she murmured to @wileyguarantee after one last sip, pushing the mug to him so he could clean it. "H-How much do I owe you for tonight?"

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They had been talking about this for a few weeks now: a possibility turned into the day it was going to happen. Connor had learned about Sass -- Mallory through Tanner. He had given them the briefings on what she went through with her agoraphobia, but last week, he had gotten in a call with Jay, Tanner, and Mallory so she could explain the complexities of her anxieties. She was quick to assure that it wasn't anything they have ever done wrong that would make her hesitant to meet them. They assured her in return that they didn't feel that way at all, and she allowed them to ask whatever questions that had before they all ended the night in Fortnite squads to wind down. It was good, and Connor was excited to both meet Mallory and for Tanner to have his dream girl in his midst. Maybe it'd give Connor the courage to say something to Lisa sometime.

It was the morning of and just before @wileyguarantee needed to leave for the airport, and Connor was up eating a bowl of cereal to tide him over until Mallory was here and they could DoorDash some lunch.

"Is there anything we need to do before she gets here?" he asked, nodding over to @bulsoitan with the 'we' he had mentioned. "Talk us through what's going through your head, dude."

It had been three weeks since the falling out of Zoe with Richard and the label. Three weeks of being pushed to the last shifts of the recording time. Zoe wasn't stupid. She knew what Zaden was trying to do. He was pushing his girlfriend's agenda. Lacey Rebel was buzzing in the press, and the articles weren't so nice in comparing her to Zoe and pitting them against each other. The old Zoe would have spiraled. She would have drank herself into numbness. But instead, she kept her nose to the grindstone. She fucking worked her ass off in those tiny slots she was given. Good days were around four hours, but most of the shifts available were two hour slots, and she made sure to use every single fucking second of that time with the band.

She remained strictly on professional terms with Richard. It tore into her that whatever was happening with them had ended, but she wasn't about to lose focus. So, she kept her gaze fixed and attention fixed on the band and their music, even if some of these new lyrics were written specifically for the man that was sitting just feet away.

It was the first weekend of the Spring Fever Music Festival, and Dahlia was the opening headliner on Friday night. As the sun set on Los Angeles, Dahlia's music filled the air - new and old - and the energy was fucking electric. All of that anger, all of that heartbreak? Zoe poured it out on the stage for a performance of a lifetime that gave those tabloids the middle finger. At the end of it all, there was nothing they could say to twist the truth that Zoe Ryan was better than ever.

As she hopped down from the stage at the end of the night, she thanked her assistant for the bottle of water and took a sip as she stood and let the audio tech unhook her in-ears pack from underneath her top.

"You hear that?" she called out to Zaden, who was passing with @wileyguarantee, a smirk on her lips. "I've worked twenty fucking years for that out there. Doesn't sound dead and tired to me."

She muttered a thanks to the audio tech before she brushed by the two men, shoulder bumping purposefully into Richard's arm in passing as she made her way for her trailer to cool down from the show and get ready for whatever afterparty she was going to be whisked away to.

unspecified starter call / accepting!

how lit was YOUR realmscon????

.......... nurse his nipples are out again. usually you have to pay to see this kinda content B)

his head tilts when the question is asked. it seemingly comes out of nowhere through the other side of his headset, and jay can't stop the way his lips purse in thought. ❛ huh, ❜ he starts, breathing aloud. ❛ i mean -- i guess not, if that's what you wanna do. ❜ he aims for reassuring, first, just in case tanner is very sincere about this new idea. however, there's a shift when he leans forward, angles his mic closer to his mouth as he drops his focus on the game for a quick minute. ❛ but i don't think you have to, buddy. did something -- is there something goin' on? ❜

Moving to Pasadena to live with Tanner had been exactly what Mallory had needed for so many years, as terrifying as the initial change in her life had been. Here in Pasadena, she had a fresh start. She wasn't in the same nasty suburb that had tore her down and ripped her apart. Sure, her trust in the general public was waning, but no one knew her here besides Tanner, his family, and the guild that lived in the area. She was able to be whatever she wanted to be, and what she wanted to be was herself.

While Tanner worked, Mallory worked to make sure things could run smoothly around the apartment. She did their laundry, cooked meals, and tidied up the place. She enjoyed her time with Leo and Tweed, the cat and the dog bonding like long lost brothers. She wanted to make this place their home and pull her own weight with keeping it up since she was home all day.

She had sent him a message that she was taking Tweed for his afternoon walk since she was sure it would eclipse him getting off of work. She was later than usual getting home from her routine few blocks that she rounded with Tweed, but soon enough, she was re-entering the apartment, Tweed's collar jingling as he was released out of his harness and ran to find @wileyguarantee.

" We're home! " she called out, hanging up the leash and harness next to where her purse hung by the door. " Sorry we're late. Tweed and I decided to try out the dog park -- did you know there's a dog park on the other side of the neighborhood? "

Degenerative disease was a cruel, slow path that Alanna wouldn’t wish on her worst enemy. Progressive supranuclear palsy was no exception. The name itself felt cold and clinical. Like it didn’t belong to a man who was so full of warmth and life before it had gone to war with him. Her dad was a rockstar, a superhuman. He didn’t meet a stranger, and he had a profound love for his family, friends, and music. PSP tried to take away his livelihood, and Alanna watched her father slowly losing ability after ability, but he never let a day be a bad day. He fought hard to ensure that Alanna, her brothers, and her mother were taken care of as much as he feasibly could, even when they shifted into the roles of caretaker for him.

The worst call of Alanna’s life came exactly one week ago. She had spent the night at Andy’s home and had woken up to six missed calls from her mom and brothers. She felt bad for how she scrambled and barely got out what was happening, but she knew that he would understand. She hoped that he knew this was inevitably going to happen at some point. She had time to gather her things and drive down to Santa Ana to say goodbye, just barely enough time. She had stayed down there for the past week to help her mom with arrangements and to attend the visitation and service. It had been the hardest, slowest week of Alanna’s life, but she didn’t take it upon herself to leave Santa Ana. No, her brothers had pushed her to keep her life moving again. That they’d be here to help their mom out. Her mom had agreed. 

Go play music, baby. You know that’s what Dad wants.

Her heart broke all over again as she drove back up to Hollywood, but she knew they were right. Music healed, and she had been taught that at a young age. She hadn’t given the band an official word of if she was going to be back in the studio this week, but they had been patient. So incredibly supportive. 

She was a little late due to the traffic, but she walked in on the work session and offered the group a soft, tight smile. “Hi, sorry. Don’t stop for me,” she assured, clearing her throat quietly as she moved to take the empty space near @wileyguarantee, setting down her heavy and cumbersome keyboard bag and purse so she could start setting up.

starter call / accepting!