@samixlq: Hello and goodbye, I hope this video lasts you all week :3 🌹 || Well, this took me a day and a half 😌 [proud] ||I'm uploading this while I review physics and chemistry + English 👹 HELP 🥹 || I won't be accepting requests until the holidays. Sorry, it's just that there were characters in Havana that I didn't like editing 🫠🫶 || Ib/crd ➵ @ᥱmιl ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 || I hope you like this project!! ❤️‍🩹 || (I think I'll make 2 more)💭|| #varka #breakup #foryou #genshin

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luneira279
gangang :
my first ever fully built character
2026-10-04 15:22:25
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chocolatelabubu366
ꜰi͟ռ ❤︎'ₛ Ѵ𖹭r͟к͟a :
varka my darling, my hero, my love, my sweetness, my world, my baby, my solace, my rainbow, my daily spirit, my night moon, my stars in the sky, my fire of enthusiasm, the flowers in my garden, my cooling water, my soul's life, the owner of my longing, the cure for my wounds, the soother of my heart, the light of my path, my soul mate, the guardian of my heart, the reason for my smile, the owner of my beating heart, the tune in my song, my beautiful dream, my night guard, the soother of my soul, the lamp in my darkness, the crashing of my waves, my morning sun, my gentle breeze, the refreshing rain, the calming dusk, the dew on the leaves, the sun of life, the poetry in my heart, the eternal story, the harmony of my soul, the endless longing, my complement, my final destination, my life's inspiration, the melody of my tune, my warmest hug, the smile I long for, my little heaven, the guardian of my dreams, the light of my stars, my breath, the sigh of my longing, the beat of my heart, my most beautiful night, the hope in my life, the dawn of my salvation, my bright afternoon, my calm waves, my shield of my heart, my love ark, my night blanket, my morning embrace, my universe harmony, my heart's idol, the flower sower on my path, my love lantern, the morning star in my darkness, the oxygen in my breath, my ocean of love, my living soul, the aurora of my love, the inspiration of my longing, the solace of my fatigue, my limitless happiness, and the eternal time in my life
2026-10-04 11:47:58
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xiaoholdingateddybear
༆✰ xɪᴀᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴅᴅʏ ʙᴇᴀʀ ༆ :
xiao holding a teddy bear
2026-10-04 14:34:00
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wickedpanboy
WickedPanboy :
HOTTEST GENSHIN CHARACTER EVERRRRR
2026-10-04 13:38:34
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.wisteria.tree
☆<~'.Wisteria Tree.'~>☆ :
My sign to build varka guys
2026-10-04 11:17:53
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.mercys_
🐚﹒⌑﹒ :
2026-10-04 11:17:07
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hwang_y00na
Yoona :
PEAK
2026-10-04 11:21:14
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._im_random
《 ☆ MICHIII☆》 :
EARLY AGAINNN😛😛
2026-10-04 11:18:45
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_.mochaaixx
‘ ashii ✧゜ :
early asf af as fuck
2026-10-04 11:23:42
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r0ver.l4nd
r0ver🌳🌊 :
Break up with his gf to get a bf (me)
2026-10-04 13:16:02
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cisnergoo
𖦹 ★𐙚 :
2026-10-04 12:06:04
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sasiav_
sasiav :
early👀👀👀
2026-10-04 11:18:16
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leandoom
Lean≽^- ˕ -^≼ :
2026-10-04 14:35:06
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evernightcitlalin
Countess Karnstein :
ok varka
2026-10-04 12:54:22
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lacywhale
﹒ 𑣲  𓏼  𝓵acy   ⌣  𝓐jax's :
#agodofaneditor
2026-10-04 11:52:02
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