Jul 16, 2025
I posted an old picture but this works too. :)
Loading...
seen from Israel
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Germany
seen from United Kingdom
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Italy
seen from Germany
seen from Spain
seen from Canada
seen from Canada
seen from Spain
seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia
I posted an old picture but this works too. :)
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
M!A You get what you wish, turn this guy into a fish(troll)
swore i didnt have any pics of me as a kid but somehow found this hiding in an old jacket that doesnt even fit anymore and thought id show tideblr
look its me age like 9 with the family shrimp chowder and my ass is NOT holding him very securely
[Video Feed]
Honey sits in front of the camera, wearing her too-wide grin, sparkling eyes focused directly on you the camera. Her colorful hair seems to move unnaturally with how still she's sitting, glittering in the light. A large mark runs from up behind her ear, rolling down her chest to the opposite side, the view cut off by her desk. Sharp teeth can be seen when she breathes. At least it seems like breathing. Her nails click against a small bottle, soft lashes of the eye on the back of her hand fluttering as it scans over something off screen. That uncanny smile spreads that much wider as a new viewers pop up.
Her giggle sounds distorted.
"Awww! Look at that! New viewers! I wasn't even like, expecting you two! Today on stream I'm like, gonna talk about like, next weeks plans for streams and like, of couuuurrrrse I'm sure some of y'all saw my Day's pop up. So like, you're obvs here for that, which is what these are for!"
She grabs and shakes a couple bottles, the crystal clinking lightly.
"I'm gonna be like, giving out a lil taste for like, some of my friends! Isn't that like, totes wonderful my buns? Of course you can always ask my darling Dolls in chat for like, how to get some if you're like totally curious."
The chat explodes briefly, a large number of messages just an assortment of different heart emojis.
"Hehehe, so, this week I think..."
The broadcast continues for several hours as Honey fills five separate vials with an unspecified dark red liquid, each capped with a heart shaped stopper. They're packed with care in ornately decorated boxes, very clearly covered in glitter.
Glitter you will have to deal with if you receive one. Godspeed.
[Video Attachment: The audio isn't the best at first, slightly muffled sounds of girls' laughter heard behind the shuffling of the phone in someone's hand. The video clears from blurred skintones and nothingness to reveal everyone's favourite bundle of sunshine and rainbows, waving excitedly at the camera as she sits backwards in a shopping cart, holding the bars of the child's seat with her free hand. She's got a motorcycle helmet on, her colorful mess of curls poofing out beneath it, elbow pads are hidden beneath a leather jacket that's obviously too large for her, but sometimes show imprinted against the leather when she moves her arms.
"Ready?" Comes the raspy voice of the camera woman, her foot coming into view as she sets it on the front of the grocery cart, ready to send it careening down the hill they're on top of.
"Ready!" Comes Honey's giggly voice, muffled behind the helmet.
Sam pans the camera to show the hill below them, mostly hidden in the darkness, but sparsely lit at the bottom to show they're quite high up. She grunts as she kicks off the cart, stumbling back a step as Honey and the cart take off. Sam keeps track of where Honey is with a flashlight, though it doesn't stay perfectly in line with her the entire time.
Seems like smooth sailing, relatively speaking, until the cart hits something and both Honey and her vehicle of choice are sent into the air, the smaller girl's distant squeal of surprise barely audible. Sam curses under her breath, the camera shaking and the sound of movement from her running and stumbling down the hill caught as she repeats "Oops oops oops oops" quietly. After a brief look around with the flashlight catching the mangled cart, Sam manages to find the glittery body of her friend, sprawled out in a patch of grass.
"HON YOU GOOD DUDE?"
Honey sits up stiffly, one of her arms slack as she raises the other to give a big thumbs up. Her helmet is cracked, jacket and boots scuffed, and thigh highs skewed and shredded, clearly injured.
"Yeah man! Didja get that on camera??"
She sounds perfectly fine, laughing, even. Sam laughs in response, muttering, "Jesus christ dude, your moms are gonna murder us."
The video ends abruptly.]
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
[A collection of 30 beautifully rendered landscapes, each one depicting something different. An abandoned apartment complex, the two story building just out of frame, a small park at it's center looking unseasonably red for summer... there are broken bottles that reflect colourful light in patches on dead grass littered among the trees, large feathers scattered about that nearly blend in among the fallen leaves. A beach with cerulean waters, clear and foaming at the shoreline... the shine of smooth shells can be seen glinting in the sunlight, the edge of an elaborately detailed textile at the bottom of the painting, partially in shadow. A seemingly endless field of bluebonnets, the landscape warped in a way that makes it seem the area is hilly... the skies are a smooth blend of light blue and deep, watery hues, spotted with thin, wispy clouds. A city street darkened by overcast, the sun illuminating clouds from behind and a single godray shining down to reflect off the still wet asphalt... reflections of lit storefronts and traffic lights can be seen in the various puddles. A forest, presumably, sunlight filtering through bright green leaves, shadows in all sorts of patterns surrounding the thick, brown trunks of trees far older than the painter... an old, rusted, blue car sits long abandoned among them, now overtaken with plantlife that seeks to reclaim it. A horizon line, perfectly straight, the bottom half of the painting a deep cerulean, the colour broken only by small waves that glint white in the sun that hangs overhead... the top half a blue that's nearly as bright, not a cloud in sight. Another painting that's nearly all blue... strange swirling patterns at the top fade off into the distance, the blue tint fading away towards the bottom where a sandy surface can be seen... fish of various species can be seen in the middle and far distance, and several shells are half-buried. A backyard, sun beginning to set in view, the outside world a mystery beyond a white picket fence... the backyard is full of various native plants, and strung up from one side to the other is a line that holds several white cloths all hung up to dry. Other paintings depict various forests or city streets... others more views of the sea, both above and below the water line... a few depict animals as the main focus of the piece... all paintings are devoid of humans or mutations.]
((Julia's largely a landscape painter. I am not. Thereby, I've decided it's not unsavory of me to post like this.))
✔ ❌
ughhhhhhhh
so the nice stuff first. youre intelligent, sharp-witted, and a decent fighter even with all of the handicaps you're up against, which makes me think you'll be damn impressive once you've fully recovered. you're also incredibly devoted to the people you choose to care about, and that dedication does you credit. you're one of the people who understands parts of me i thought no one would ever be able to even see before. and you do it all with a smile. also, your visor is cute.
as for the negative. youre egoistic to a fault, you refuse to consider your flaws in a way that frankly makes you look like you're scared of what will happen if you happen to have any, and your ethics are whatever the hell suits you and yours in the moment. you lack the conviction to make the same rules for yourself and other people, and yet you point out other people's supposed lack of dedication or conviction so constantly that it seems to be a priority for you. your hypocrisy is rank and your sense of smugness is vile. im sure there's more but good lord im not sure its worth the time to recall everything i hate about you.
Let’s lighten your mood, I mean, your practically asking for it! m!a trickster for mun decides~
> D »↝ Whoops!