𝐂𝐇𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 .ᐟ

𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙨 一 ! #MDNI 🔞
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Beidou Immortal𓏲ּ𝄢

[𝐂𝐇𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 .ᐟ @chuwansini]

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楚晚宁

𝙄𝙛 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮
𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨…

#erharp ⸝⸝ #danmei ⸝⸝ #mvrp

[ؘ @motolkio]

Missing

[𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖘 𑣲 @darksfaack]

quiero que siempre seas tú toda la eternidad

[𝐂𝐇𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 .ᐟ @chuwansini]

His hand moves to pick a tool to tighten the connection between two hollow, metal pieces. The fluctuating of chatter and silence around him unable to break his focus on the prototype at hand.

[𝐂𝐇𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 .ᐟ @chuwansini]

The conversations of young men and women could be heard from where he sat, shaded under a magnolia tree on the end of the bridge. Their lively voices grew clearer the closer they’d get — then hushed to whispers or silence, and then pick back up.

[𝐂𝐇𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 .ᐟ @chuwansini]

This cycle is normal for Chu Wanning, with a dull ache to his heart. To witness the lovely bustle of life from afar for he knows what happens when he gets close.

[ᅟ𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 . @corruinatum]

⠀
𝓨ou have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.
⠀

[crow @xcrowdia]

sketch!
#chuwanning #2ha #erha

[𝐂𝐇𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 .ᐟ @chuwansini]

— ” ...Throbbing with love、ashamed for love、sensitive for love. ”

[ً @MORTlSUMBRA]

⠀even ⠀a ⠀man ⠀who ⠀is ⠀pure ⠀in ⠀heart ⠀and ⠀says ⠀his ⠀prayers ⠀by ⠀nightˏ ⠀may ⠀become ⠀a ⠀𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 ⠀when ⠀the ⠀wolfsbane ⠀blooms ⠀and ⠀the ⠀autumn ⠀moon ⠀is ⠀bright.

[Hanyi @luo_qingxuan]

有本座抱著，他會暖和些
#ranwan #2ha #二哈和他的白猫师尊

[mofiyinfoluwa @_fii_fee]

you tell a man you’ll bite or beat him and he’ll get excited

[𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖘 𑣲 @darksfaack]

tus ojitos bonitos, me encanta

[𝐂𝐇𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 .ᐟ @chuwansini]

Chu Wanning repeats the motion until the last note, lifting his fingers to pluck a string right above the one prior, resounding a bass noise.

— ” yǒu yuán wù fèn. ”

[𝐂𝐇𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 .ᐟ @chuwansini]

An everlasting scent of a delicate, fresh floral sweetness hovers in the room, permeating a light scent to everything it touches. The pages of manuscripts, scrolls, bedding, clothes — and the very skin of who inhabits the room long enough.

[𝐂𝐇𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 .ᐟ @chuwansini]

The melody of what moves around Chu Wanning mellows at the pluck of a string. It hums heavy, and soon follows the rest of its composition in lighter tones — one , two , three. His other hand caresses the end of the strings, long fingers curling at each note.

— ” First sight. ”