Sep 26, 2016
GUESS WHO’S BACK BITCHES
IT’S YA GURL TORI
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GUESS WHO’S BACK BITCHES
IT’S YA GURL TORI
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.
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RIP THE PERIDACTYL BUT ALSO RIP YELLOW CLOD
SHE’S A CRYSTAL GEM
WHETHER SHE LIKES IT OR NOT
6,10,12
6: What motivates your muse to get up in the morning?
Right now, just knowing she’s among friends keeps her pretty upbeat, considering her past in the Capital. Though, more recently, she does have someone else in her mind... >v>
10: Describe your muse's aesthetic.
Urban, to put it simply... I try not to make her entire being too self-insertion so I try to add some details here and there. She likes nuts a lot. She’s a squirrel.
12: Which muses that are not your own have effected your muse's development the most and how?
I haven’t had a lot of RPs with Faye yet but so far I believe the pen pals rp with @snowydeliveryservice helped a bunch with Faye’s backstory. (Also it’s hella adorbs)
askqueentoriel started following you
He waved happily with a big smile on his face, “Hi!”
I Love your shirt! Perhaps you could make one for Napstablook and I?
OH ABSOLUTELY! I’ll be sure to start a whole line of them with enough support :o
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Cont. for @askqueentoriel
(Muffet hadn’t even sent a text back. She was pacing her parlor, climbing and rearranging webs, anything to keep her mind busy. What was this? She wasn’t sure what she was feeling. Regret? She supposed that was among it, somewhere. She should have kept her trap shut. She should have just let these thoughts either disappear, or fester awhile. No, though, she acted on an impulse. Now here she was, a nervous wreck.)
*Oh God, what am I doing..?
(It wouldn’t be long before that hour would pass, and Muffet would be standing in her doorway, waiting for Toriel’s arrival from the Ruins. She had a fresh, cold glass of cider in one of her hands, ready to give to Toriel the moment she arrived.)
*some weird nine that looks like a muscle, idek im on mobile*
send me a ᕤ...
*Let me hear those noises again~