#🌙 YOU'RE THE FIRST STARLIGHT REBORN THROUGH THE NIGHT ( main. )

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grumpy.

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(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧ hallo! Mel here for The Dragons Guild with another special Faesta fan request photo! Today we picked an outfit for another guild member, not just little ol me! The comment from the user reads:

"For the reserved Leader who wears many layers: I would like to see them as a tempting succubus. thank you in advance."

What do you think? Do you feel charmed by our super cute leader? Let me know in the comments!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LYRIC!

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Sunday evening.

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-> looks at you in tiny lizard.

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gonna give them the biggest, wettest kiss in the game. just because.

@villain-he

-> Maybe they should have known he was up to something by the way he called their name: Bleu with the dizzying intonation of mischief, how his hand slid warm over the back of their neck to turn them towards him and pulled them in close with their feet stumbling. They don't even recognize what he's done at first—it takes a moment to register his mouth pressed to theirs, or the deft way his other hand comes to their chin to press down and coax their mouth open so he can slot them closer properly. Their second thought is that it feels almost like he's considering eating them: sampling the palette of their mouth when his tongue slides over theirs, too warm and too wet until it forces a shudder out of Lyric when he licks over their teeth and the roof of their mouth and their own tapered muscle. He looms over them and Lyric arches their spine to accommodate the posture, and then leans more when he puts some weight into it until their chest is snug against the bottom of his ribcage and stomach—they think it feels too hard to the point of sweltering. Like he's dumping hot water into their stomach and it's leaking into their veins, the wet sound of his mouth moving against theirs as they cling to his biceps with their short claws. Their eyes squint and start to shut, dizziness overwhelming them when they let him do as he likes, sluggish and overcome.

-> Their head feels like a whirlwind but their gut is a hot iron waiting to be struck. Steadily a warbling runs into a purr peeters into a chirping against his mouth, tail slack as they allow themselves to be devoured until it leaves their skin prickling like they've gotten heat rash and their veins pulsing heavily. Both his hands near their face keep them in place even when they stand on tiptoe and when his incisors scrape their bottom lip they whine, so thin and slight the sound can hardly be heard at all. Their lungs are starting to burn from how long he's been indulging in this, and when he finally pulls away Lyric takes a deep gasp of air. Their mouth is shiny and red from kissing: plush. A string of drool connects them as Lyric takes slow, shallow breaths with their eyes hooded and dark. It was only a few minutes at most, but they are pretty and soft and ripe like fresh fruit beneath that little bit of attention. Their claws dig into his skin like they want him to bleed.

"Wh'uh... was that for..."

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"... the flamingo guy is kind of unhinged."

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Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

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"Why does Kurama get kisses and also get paid for them??"

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ㅤ "—𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

... or that's what they said the photoshoot tagline was supposed to be. I was just filling in for a model at Mel's request..."

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MAY 6TH

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"Two vengeful bitches who should not be talking to each other."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤGo on and do whatever you like ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSelling, trading, c’mon and try

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"Not hungry?"

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"I've decided everyone taller than me should start kneeling in my presence."

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-> You'd date them, right? Right??