What happens when a person infused with the essence and raw magic of the mists, comes into contact with another raw natural magic that so easily sings in tune with her? Well, fun things, that's for sure~
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What happens when a person infused with the essence and raw magic of the mists, comes into contact with another raw natural magic that so easily sings in tune with her? Well, fun things, that's for sure~

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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I like to think shrine guardians are just attracted to Roi due to her solid connection to the mists, just little pups constantly materializing and checking her out and trying to play with her
Smash or Pass: Roi
SMASH
pass
One story ends, another begins...
💖 HAPPY BUTCH APPRECIATION DAY 💖
To celebrate, I've gathered a few of my butch characters here! Please feel free to reblog and add your own too, I'd truly love to see the handsome butches roaming gw2✨️

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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Okay I set up and queued my min-graphics-setting screen edits for hopefully more busy hours, BUT I’m frankly obsessed with this one so I’m highlighting it now~ uvu
“Just one timeline...just one universe...I can save you once can’t I? I can find you again-”
(she/her for both)
Who am I? Where do I think I’m goin’?
Who am I? Why am I all alone?