Tian Xuning - He didn’t ask it casually. The words mattered too much for that. There was no show, no confidence put on for effect. Just him, standing there with something honest in his hands and hoping it would be treated gently. It wasn’t really about Valentine’s Day. It was about wanting. And being brave enough to admit it. So he asked. Softly. Sincerely. And waited.
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〚 C R E A T O R’S N O T E 〛
i dont want to make anymore but also make more is that weird or am i js generally weird asf /srs
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〚 B OT I N S P I R A T I O N 〛
my imagination
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〚 E X T R A P I C S 〛
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