OMG WTFFFFFFFFFF AHRI AHRI AHRI AHRI AHRI AHRI AHRI AHRI AHRI AHRI AHRI AHRI AHRIIIIIIIIIIIII
What they say about men falling in love with their eyes is true...too true........if that makes us stupid then I DON'T WANT TO BE SMART
From this single piece my heart was hopelessly captured, her eyes are a sparkling beacon, lighting the way for me to take her to breakfast with my parents, where I will FLIP A SHIT if they don't do everything in their power to make her feel welcome
I want to cuddle with her big beautiful tails...and dudes c'mon no i mean like COME ON GUYS just look at how majestic her hair looks, the softness and the heart-tuggingly lovable pink coloration, have you ever seen anything like that????????????????
And she doesn't look like a fake young lady with fake curves...she looks like a real young lady, an artist of her own beauty, who knows how to pose
This indescribably lovely piece has a special intimate feel about it too that I can't quite describe. Ahri is all alone, in her bedroom...why is she alone?? Doesn't she have anyone to come home to? To fold her clothes and wrap her up in a hoodie and tickle her for movie night?
Who is she taking this selfie for??? Knowing Ahri she usually looks right at the camera, her eyes keenly telling you exactly what her premeditated intent is, and exactly what she wants you to do...
But right here...there is none of that. She is not looking directly at the camera, and it doesn't feel like she is taking this for anyone in particular. She is just...making art of herself. Why??? Is she lonely??? Did some terrible, hidden away memories of the violence in her past stir? Thoughts from another dimension, a strange one where she lived in a place called Runeterra and once tried to forget the tragic loss of her lover....
Who does Ahri call when she's not feeling beautiful? She doesn't have a blood family here...her managers are assholes, her fans are insane, all she really has are her bandmates, are they good to her???
Fuck, I was just reflecting last week on how I think I've grown out of having celebrity crushes, or tv crushes, no longing or fixation on holding a specific person because we are all just human, but here, no here...all I want to do is hold Ahri in my arms, and quietly stroke her hair, passively admiring the adorable movements of her tails
Guys c'mon just look at how the whole piece is full of pink and gold...pink and gold everywhere, until you see her eyes are sparkling blue in contrast. The lights of the soul, surrounded by the blur of reality, alive and well, self-evident and undeniable, distinguished and unapologetic in their identity and presence, more real than the aritificiality that surrounds you in this day