#babieeess

Soft MinBin hours (49/?) 

I know right 👀👀 just George acting tough until he sees Lando wandering in wearing his sweater👀 Bonus points if Lando walks over, giggles, and just swats George in the face with his sweater paws.

ONE WORD PROMPTS ! ✿  very selectively accepting. @bcllonnx​ has whispered:  nightmare. ♥ NIGHTMARE -  my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.

The ephemeral WORLD OF DREAMS is something that Ahri barely has access to, mayhap because it is not in the nature of BEASTS to indulge in ethereal visions of suffocated urges and tamed desires   ───   And yet, whenever she does manage to step onto this fleeting realm of grotesque and brazen visions, she is always gifted with naught but HEARTBREAKING NIGHTMARES, images of a far away that merge themselves with her deepest fears and greatest regrets. Ashen and monochromatic are the horrific reveries that populate her slumbering hours, forcing her to remember occurrences that she has long buried within the darkest depths of her rotten heart  (  the eyes of a BETRAYED LOVER as he was laid to rest forever, the COLD CARCASS of a once simpering man as he was offered to the frigid embrace of the still water, the LINGERING SPECTER of an addicting ardor that had set the entirety of her soul aflame  )  . 

Beads of sweat cling onto her unblemished flesh as the vulpine-she shakes her head from side to side, ruffling her own sapphire locks with quivering fingers whilst she desperately tries to EXORCISE all the ominous feelings that have been awaken by that fleeting yet excruciating nightmare. She knows not how many minutes have passed but as soon as her enhanced senses warn her about an approaching presence, Ahri does not hesitate before crawling into the GODDESS’ welcoming arms, finding refuge in the warmth of her body, searching for safety in the strength of both her muscles and her heart. Just like a TAMED PET, there she remains, cozily curled up and with her eyes tightly shut, with her ears low and her tails loosely wrapped all around her, waiting for the moment her ichorous muscle can finally begin to normally beat once more  (  why does it WEEP in such a melancholic manner  ?  centuries have passed, it no longer is the time to mourn  )  .