#hepermeates

higgs cheesing bc of that last gifset "im smiling as hard as i can"   /   @hepermeates​

❝  oh  no…  now  that’s  not  right.  ❞  iris  set  down  the  brush  and  paints  and  huffed  a  small  sigh.  ❝  you’re  smiling  much  too  wide  now—here  let  me  show  you.  ❞  iris  takes  a  few  steps  back  and  gives  her  own  smile,  having  been  raised  in  the  proper  way  of  what  is  expected  of  a  smile,  her  smile  looks  almost  perfect.  she  approaches  higgs  and  anticipates  another  smile  from  him,  ❝  come  now,  let’s  see  a  real  smile  now.  ❞  

one-liner call / ft. @hepermeates

✉   𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄     //     not accepting. ↳   @hepermeates​   has sent a love letter:   ❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ 

          𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑,  𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄,  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒.  Despite an ancient hostility towards  ( both physical and sentimental  )  vicinity,  the she-fox does not recoil from a kind of gesture that she still fails to wholly comprehend:  with volatile and partially deceitful apathy now draped all over,  she allows him to come closer and furl his arms around her,  neither fighting back nor stiffening her muscles,  solely welcoming  (  albeit not in the most gleeful of manners  )  something that he was apparently in need of.  THERE IS TRUST IN HER DOCILITY,  a type of trust that is timidly unspoken and oftentimes cruelly suffocated,  a type of trust that is both a warm shelter and a cold prison...  A type of trust that soon incites the vastaya to move her own limbs as well and finally surrender completely to a sensation that feels oh so disgustingly humane to her feral heart   /    Something that she has secretly hungered for,  for far longer than she will ever be willing to openly admit. 

          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐒,  𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘   ──   𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐓,  𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒,  𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇.  A sense of intimate familiarity,  a comprehension that goes beyond mere words spoken by mortal tongues,  a suffocating parallelism that binds man and beast together...  And thus,  the vulpine woman becomes instinctively defensive towards someone who might manage to effortlessly see past this deftly crafted façade of pale porcelain and silken fur.  Slender arms come to languidly fold beneath her breastbone whilst her once queenly demeanor poignantly falters betwixt affable and threatening  ;  countless are the intrusive thoughts pirouetting in the depth of her head,  too many for her to grasp and properly elaborate.  After all,  what more could be demanded from a WILD BEAST  ?  Infantile curiosity speaks in lieu of her ancient pride,  as outwardly emphasized by the whisper-like tone of her voice.  ❝  Do you still feel like that  ?  Or,  have you found a way to finally BE and embrace your true self  ?  ❞

𝐓𝚮𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝚮𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐖 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝚮𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝚨𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐁𝚨𝚨𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐓𝚮𝐄 𝐒𝚮𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝚮𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝚮𝚨𝐓 𝐒𝚮𝐄 𝚮𝚨𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝚨 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. she stood from her bed and stared wistfully out over inazuma. her portion of the world fit rightfully in her palm as it would for an eternity—unless she allowed herself to submit to the power of the cryo archon. the tsaritsa’s power was ever growing, soon it would engulf the world. was it fear that crept inside the shogun and caused her to now torment the people of inazuma? what was once admiration soon turned to terror. the praise that uplifted her was stolen from the grasps of her people. was she falling before the blade struck her? a familiar presence encroached on her breaking her from her own thoughts.

❝ tell me something that will please my ears, higgs. ❞ baal said coldly with her back turned towards the hunter. she dared not reveal the weakness that had found its way in her eyes when no one else was around. she could not falter underneath the oncoming cold that would soon be upon inazuma.   /   @hepermeates​

[ nap ]   sender falls asleep against receiver.

          𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐒,  𝐒𝐎 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄,  𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓   ──   𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒,  𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄  ?  Her unspoken query remains unanswered,  soon suffocated and then cruelly buried in the most profound depth of her ever troubled mind  (  there,  it can either grow or wither,  bloom or wilt,  nourish or poison  )  .  After all,  what benefit is there,  to vocalize an intimate thought that no one will ever hear or acknowledge  ?  Her presumed interlocutor has,  in fact,  abandoned this conversation already   /   TO SLUMBER,  TO FIND REPOSE BESIDE A MAN-EATER...  Is he extraordinarily brave and careless,  or is he just foolish  ? 

          A silver-belled titter escapes from the cage of her mouth,  a sound so very delicate yet mellifluous,  a glimpse of mirthful springtime during the course of an achromatic winter  [  OF SENTIMENTS AND THOUGHTS  ]  that seems to never end.  Muscles relax,  shoulder slump downwards just enough to ensure his comfort and large vulpine ears soon follow suit,  pressing themselves against dusk-wrought locks in sign of feral docility  ;  she is suddenly all honey and milk,  a nymph who cares not for the improper manner he has nonchalantly intruded in her personal space,  hounding the unique purpose of making himself cozy   ──   Therefore,  cozy he shall be.  For her large cushiony appendages now resurrect from their previous state of languid inertia and come to loosely furl around his frame,  wholly enveloping him in a warm and luxurious embrace of alabastrine fur.