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I'm just going to try it out for a bit. This blog wont be deleted, but for the time being, Val will be moved to my multi which I rebooted.

and there are some other hella rad muses over there. I might actually a another or two soon *waggles eyebrows*

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I have a lack of muse for Val rn (all muses in general actually)

summer vacation just started and I just.. ther's a lot of feelings towards it rn. I'm mostly just scared of how it will be. Everyone said it would be hard for me, and I finally get why.

So I'm just saying, things might be slow for a while.. 

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            It was always fun when these sorts of things became a game. He was thrilled to be having game of cat and mouse with the man. Someone had to give in and just get the other. Someone would get fed up with the teasing. And Val wanted to make sure that it would not be him. But he knew he was close to getting Ryker to crack. Just the feeling of his finger tips, and the sound of his voice, Val knew he'd give in. He leaned forward just a bit, still holding his grin. His didn't touch him. He didn't do anything but look down at him with a grin.

                                "Surprise me."

        Ryker could tell this guy was all about taking control in most situations; especially this one. He was teasing him by thumbing over his bottom lip and subtly playing with his lip ring and making him melt in the spot he stood. The longer Ryker went playing with this game the more he found himself desiring Valentin. He couldn’t spot one thing he didn’t want against his mouth because everything about him was begging for attention from his lips. He blinked up at him and watched the intense stare Valentin had on him but when he stepped away, Ryker found himself on the edge of actually whining for him. His words were challenging and Ryker was always up for a challenge. He stepped closer to him himself, bringing his own hands on the other’s chest and crawling his fingers upward until they were skimming the skin of his throat. 

                             ”What exactly do I have to do, huh?”

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            Valentin was always confident. Always. No matter what gender, he was the one to flirt the most, and take initiative. He was naturally a dominant type person. Head of the pack. That's how he was raised. Ryker wasn't special in that way. Nope. He was still oozing sex appeal and putting on that low sultry voice he used when wanting someone. Easy peasey. He knew he had Ryker in the palm of his hand and that was exciting to him. This kind of thing never got old. Nor would it ever most likely.

He's still grinning, a thumb slowly trailing over the bottom of his lip, running over the ring wrapped around it. He couldn't help but think what it'd be like to play with it when their lips touched. His eyes stare at the petals for a moment, slowly taking in a breath. And he snapped out of his trance, pulling a hand away and leaning back to put a bit of distance between them.

                                 "Hm. Too bad you wont do something to make me."

       ( Ryker usually is the hot flirtatious one when it came to women but          when it came to men- he was a puddle at their feet. He was           submissive and wants to be treated like an absolute princess. So          when Valentin continued to touch him and speak to him with his          suave tone, he was melting just a little more with each second. Now          that Valentin was so close that Ryker was able to feel his breath           hovering over him, the urge to pounce him and have his way with          him was becoming overwhelming but he managed to resist. He           looked up at him, biting his lower lip as he stepped closer himself,          placing eager hands on his chest gently but just enough to show          how much he truly wanted him. )

                               ”I would do absolutely nothing to stop you.”

       ( His tone was quiet and seductive, staring up into his eyes and his          own smirk grew on his lips. )

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He wants to look at her. He does. Just to look her in the eyes and plainly see nothing but a friend. Just a pair of eyes that had that sparkle of what he always thought was mischievousness, but it was simply bitchiness. But he sort of liked it. When it wasn't to the degree that hurt him, at least. But he takes a deep breath in, and turns to finally look at her, panning his tongue over his lips. His were covered by shades, but he could see hers clearly, "I'm sorry," He tried slowly. Their breakup wasn't the cleanest. But nothing with Chenault ever was clean.

She understands—— he’s still resents the fact that she cheated on him (at least, he believes that she did) and she’s still bitter that he broke her heart. Constantly trying to get back at him anyway she can, be it by a snide remark or her attitude towards him. She agrees with his words—- in fact, if she could take it all back she would. Just get back to the way things used to be. “Val——,” her eyes remaining on him, knowing he’s avoiding eye contact. “Can you just look at me?”

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Maybe I'll actually come on tomorrow and do the two replies and one meme I have..

but for now. I slumber.

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A L M O S T    F A M O U S▕   REQUESTING YOU 

2014. The beginning for many bands’ long careers. For the indie world, it seems that a new rock band are quickly rising to fame. Elevator Club is a group of four members, new and edgy, it’s caught everyone’s eyes. And after their many covers on Youtube, and their debut self titled album, summer is coming, and they are embarking on their first US tour. It’s not going to be as glorious as they think. The band has their own issues, but with their rising fame; groupies, management, drugs, sex, and rock and roll, this tour can’t have a pretty ending, can it?

We’ll find out.

Elevator Club : 

Lead Singer : Chenault Lemiuex Guitarist: Valentin Carter Flynn Bassist: Drummer: Samuel Winston

Manager: Eren Tykoliv

Groupies : 

5 spots open! 

If interested, please contact Chloe or Hailey

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✍ omg do val and maybe eve idk

Send me ‘✍’ and I will draw your muse horribly on MSPaint

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           He hasn't always gotten along best with Romy. They didn't fight. Well, Val never raised his voice at her. But he always wondered why she was this way with him. He looked down at the sheet, and up at her, then flickering his gaze to see Wes completely ignoring the situation, "Why?" He repeated, running a hand through his hair, "Be--because I thought it would sound good. Listen, Romy, if you don't like it, we don't have to use it. We can work something out together."

                 ”None of ‘et.” 

        Her head’s shaking, her heart is shaking too. She tends to get herself too worked up about these things. It’s an easy fix, well not easy, but it’s not an impossible fix. Just write something else — but what if they band went against her dislike and kept the words? She’s oh so sensitive. 

      And Wes, he’s thinking maybe the lines just struck a nerve or something. Because they fit with all the words she had wrote for the rest of the song. But he’ll just stay quite for a moment, or two, or three. Fiddling away with a few soft strings.

      Romy sounds another utterance, “Why would you write that?” 

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                 He's been working with bands for ages now. Years. Noah's got a few that Valentin really enjoy working with, and these guys were at the top of their list. He wasn't sure exactly what it was, but hey, he loved what they could do, and what they could make. So Val had been by their side for most of their career, helping them write songs that would soon put them at the top of the charts. He just knew it. But when Romy put down his words, his thumb trailed over his lip, humming, "Alright.." He spoke slowly, leaning forward, "We can work with that. What don't you like..?"

       Sometimes Romy’s terribly quiet, you wonder if she has anything at all to do with the band other than providing some outlet, a voice for the penwork. After she sings a few line sample, her nose ruffles, something isn’t right. Her utterance starts to turn into some scrambled mumble. It’s like panic putty in the air.

                “I don’ like it. It’s all wrong, it’s all wrong.." 

      And Wes is silently. Because he thought she would have loved the half-verse. But it’s not his work, it’s Val’s part, so the tall blonde looks to the lyricist. He’s alright by the drummer’s book, but no one knows if the vocalist feels comfortable with the American yet. 

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"I think someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today."

"Shh no, don’t talk to me. I don’t know you. You don’t know me. We are not friends. Back up turn around and go away."

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    All he wanted to do was please Oliver, because he deserved it. By the looks of it, he was doing just that, and it made him smirk even wider, fluttering kisses down his quickly rising chest. Oliver deserved the best and only the best, and why it took this long for someone to come along and realize that made Val a bit sad. But then he remembered that Oliver is all his and no one else's, and he preferred it that way. His lips met his hip, his teeth sinking into the skin, making what was his on an intimate space. Oliver wasn't daft, he should anticipate exactly what was coming.

   This, this was perfect for Oliver. Valentin was the only person he wanted to do this with, and that was just it. Oliver felt lightheaded, he felt as though he was on clouds. Free hand going up to Valentin’s head, he gently threaded his long fingers into Valentin’s locks, letting out a shaky breath. The noises didn’t cease as he continued to give out little moans and melt under his hot touch. The words that were quietly whispered into his ear made his mind swirl as his hips raised up. “More, more…” the words skipped past his lips quickly and he was beginning to become needy. A warm feeling spreading across him, Valentin’s name left his lips, his cheeks flushed and hot. 

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go follow maybe i'll love you 5ever

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His plan was working after all. Cue the inward maniacal laughter. She would have no choice but to bring forth their friendship now, "I would love to have regular coffee meetings. Hopfully your coffee is worth having multiple meetings over," He crossed his arms in front of his with a wide grin, "Oh, and cream please."

❝We would have to be living in an alternate universe for me to let you use all of my sugar. I’ll have you know that I use it for almost everything and that it’s quite valuable to me! But, the regular coffee meetings can be arranged.❞The steaming pot caused the blond to immediately turn the machine off, taking it out of the container’s hold and beginning to pour some into both mugs. ❝Cream or no cream?❞

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