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@ilaria
𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 [ 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 ] 𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙻.
a private ﹠ selective writing blog featuring ILARIA CORTES, an original character of original lore. portrayal is inspired by various femme fatale baddies, comedic neutral evils, ﹠ various other source materials. a study of a world turned upside down, redefining one’s identity, ﹠ balancing the stakes of a shuttered heart. nsfw themes present. as enticed by macy. [ 24, SHE / HER, EST. JULY 2018. ]
CARRD. BIOGRAPHY. DOSSIER. LORE. VERSES.
being smart and putting ria on my multi </3 @heliador
made a new blog so ............. best believe i will be annoying y'all there as well <3
tested positive for not being good enough
"I don’t lock my door. Never have." / @ilaria
left eye twitches. of course she didn't, and that was precisely why they both found themselves in such a predicament. “ mmm ... ” ilaria pursed her lips in thought, slender digits running along mahogany walls that'd been dented and ruined with haphazard slashes — claws ? knives ? too early to tell. “ well, now you have a reason to ! imagine if that, ” she pointed to the marks in the wall, “ was your face. that'd completely suck. ”
work + school prep has drained me but i shall be here to answer more memes and perhaps write some random starters for those i’ve vaguely plotted with <3
ENDLESS GIFS OF ILARIA CORTES : 3 / x
@adamanteine : ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take .
molten discs flickered to where the limb is outreached towards her and she had half a mind to look to the opposite side, as if — perhaps, the gesture was meant for somebody else. nose wrinkled, flash of amusement gracing her lips before her brows furrowed, huff of air leaving her lungs. “ no, thank you. ” her own hand mindlessly swatted at shams', albeit gently and with no harm intended. it was not proper to do so, ilaria knew of her standing within their society well enough but she'd garnered the rigidity hardly existed among the two of them. or she could be astonishingly incorrect in her assumption and risk losing a hand. or so. “ did my misstep a few minutes back bring cause for concern ? it was just a pebble. i'm capable and agile and able to fend for myself. this dress is also not the most helpful attire and i'm not sure why i chose it for today's endeavors. ” slender digits gripped at the weighted fabric that was practically swallowing her figure, dragging her to the ground in the form of an a - line anchor.
“ i also don't scare easily. so — wait, ” she paused in her movements briefly, purposefully turning fully to face her ... friend ? foe ? partner ? with a wicked grin threatening to stain her features. “ unless you are nervous ? or ... !! ” she raised a finger for dramatics, “ am i being courted ? ”
ilaria my most chronically online, gen z coded muse ever <3
@victorianpaine : we should just promise not to lie and trust each other. i can do that.
it was impossible to keep her facial expressions at bay, the muscles in her countenance twitching with mad discomfort and incredulity. like he'd just uttered the most foul statement anyone could even form, though perhaps that was what it to be dead and still left to wander the earth long past : going mad. stupid. bonkers. “ mmm. sure. ” she finally said, deciding the moment's silence had gone one too long and the leaves crunching under their steps were calling for more awkwardness. out of the corner of her eye, she could spot a furry tail disappearing behind a tree. those fuckin' cats. “ i mean — i mean, i'm good on the lyin' part because, like, why would we need to lie, right ? haha. ” slender digits tucked loose curls behind her ear as she chomped at a red vine, her emergency pack already half - empty and melting in her back pocket. ilaria didn't get scared easily, but the fog of the grassy property they'd just been stalking through had suddenly enveloped them in a cold embrace.
she never expected to find herself essentially trapped in a town that mirrored her own, but without the people she could depend on. port townsend was practically sequoia valley's sister, and yet, she was truly realizing she was a bit out of her depth. were her journals worth the trouble of dealing with more than just the ghostlies and unnecessarily horny self - proclaimed cat kings ? not to say she wasn't grateful for edwin and his friends, but the paranoia remained snug in the back of her mind : she wasn't one of them, they could probably leave her dead in a ditch for a bag of chips. if they even ate. “ how much further is this well ? i'm so directionally challenged. ” ever the deflector.
if ehris were in animanga it’d be a mixture of lust and rize kamishiro
miss “buys a pack of red vines every other day because she has no self control and eats them on auto pilot”
“The most dangerous girl is one that knows her own mind well, she carries too much deadly in her bones to be a distressed damsel, this is a girl who distresses demons instead.”
— Nikita Gill
awake and will be answering memes today <3 plssss send some if u haven’t :p
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐕 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.
these are lifted from the hulu show with the same name, triggering content may be possible, please read and reblog with caution. adjust any as needed!
sometimes a second chance is just another chance to get it wrong.
you’ll hear me bassooner or later.
i’m going to stop you before you accidentally say I’m not sexy.
please stop me.
the sharing of stories is kind of transactional.
isn’t it insulting to flirt now?
seventy’s the new forty.
suddenly it’s rude to tell a secretary she looks nice in a pair of slacks.
who the hell knows?
no. to that whole sentence.
rock icon sting is a dog-poisoning murderer.
he’s like the next OJ. a hot, buddhist OJ.
embrace the mess. that’s where the good stuff lives.
this is exactly like die hard!
no one wants a murder podcast about real estate!
even the elevator wanted that story to end.
a cat never really leaves you, because they transmit parasites.
i loved our shows.
it’s setting money on fire i don’t care for.
oh, you’re the other one. got it.
those are our proverbial onions, raw and peeled.
and yours? care to peel for us?
sometimes it’s easier to figure out someone else’s secret than it is to deal with your own.
it’s so hot in here. do we have to do this in a closet?
i mean, a murderer probably lives in the building.
i guess old white guys are only afraid of colon cancer and societal change.
i’ve fallen in love with so many dead people.
do you appeal to anybody?
you are scoring a murder mystery, not DJing a hobbit’s wedding.
yeah, you look pretty poor.
i’m totally migraining, you guys meet the sea witch without me.
so go on ahead and enjoy your cute little lives.
i literally pass him in the elevator once a month, just so you know.
new yorkers have a special way of communicating.
true crime num-nuts.
i don’t tip. i think it’s elitist. i send out autographed photos instead.
i’m gonna fucking find out.
calls bother them for some reason.
i think our list of suspects just got longer.
i will burn it and snort the ashes like it’s 1982.
can i just stream it later and spare myself?
i can’t tell if you’re acting or not.
oh, believe me, when he’s acting, you can tell.
who educated you?
i want you to be less mean.
no one ever brings anyone a turkey with bad intentions.
oh my god, there’s food.
really? do you not see this coat?
i have this recurring dream. i’m in bed. i wake up and there’s a man standing over me.
what the fuck is in [optional:name]’s mouth?
so, i kick him right in the nuts.
i grab my knitting needle and i take him down to the bone with that thing.
sometimes, when i can’t sleep, i imagine brutally murdering that dude.
i’m out like a light. works everytime.
it’s not what you think!
oh, you fancy.
new york can be a fucking lot.
all the eyes on you. all the time.
hey baby, where you goin’ so tough?
two thousand women report assaults here every year.
it’s a place that makes you binge watch dateline to find out on to not end up on dateline.
it was the most constant refrain from my childhood.
the fuck?
look, nobody liked him.
can we all just be grateful that he’s gone?
let’s see if [optional:name]’s free. i’ll call her.
should i text?
say something nice and move on.
Does anybody have anything they would like to share about [optional:name]?
oh! how did you get here?
it was open.
i don’t lock my door. never have.
the motherfucking garbage bag!
why would he get on the elevator with that?
there’s a chute on every floor.
what was in there?
we all had the same thought?
ah. different thought.
we should do our own podcast.
i’m not dying. it’s anxiety.
is it cancer?
i just need to know how invested i should get in you.
you don’t adopt a twenty year old dog.
it happens sometimes when i talk to people.
i have it managed.
i just don’t talk to people.
what do you share?
i just.. i just find dating exhausting.
if it works out, scary. and if it doesn’t work out, scary.
i just want to go home and plant my face into a pillow.
sounds like an afternoon.
do i want to break into a dead guy’s apartment and go through all his shit?
it’s the first time i’ve ever been alone in like .. ever.
i tend to make packs where ever i go.
what happened?
i shared. i got a second date.
i need to sleep for a month!
it’s about a jealous stalker and surveillance.
it actually seems like it was written by .. a killer.
right. you should wait. plenty of time.
are you kidding me?
every breath you take is no love song.
well, at the end of the first act, there was the amazing number.
i can still hear the sound of them all hitting the floor.
chorus boys tend to stick together.
there is no bigger flop than my show.
we got bad reviews before we even opened.
what the fuck! oh my god!
what the shit was that?
we just wanted to see how you were holding up.
i wish i were dead.
now’s not a good time, so.
any comments?
we’re gonna go down there and look around for clues. wanna come?
you liked it, right?
is that what my face is saying?
this doesn’t make sense.
where do we start?
i got in the elevator with these two weirdos.
approximately twelve minutes from now, i will be murdered.
apparently one of you jerk offs did it.
i can’t stop thinking about this.
we should do our own true crime podcast.
right now the only thing that matters is there’s a killer on the loose.
oh, that is a very good line.
i think we’re onto something big here.
why are they all selfies?
so i don’t draw suspicion.
i’m gonna pass out!
get the who, the why and the why now.
get the what and the what?
see, why would you say what? i never said what. there’s no what.
shit just got super real.
get out of the building now.
keep your eyes peeled!
anything could be a clue.
do you consent to being recorded?
i like the emotion. keep that.
the crying is covering the dialogue.
are you associated with the deceased?
just in passing. not his passing. just when we pass by.
we find the right connection and all this cracks open.
i can’t tell if i want it to be nothing or i want it to be something.
turns out the ones you think you know best, might be the ones you know least.
every true crime story is actually true for someone.
yes, and this is just occurring to you?
i think we should just hit him with the charmer.
is it on now?
i’ll take the lead on this.
well i can turn on the charm.
why did this happen to you?
i want to solve this murder so catch me up.
i know. it’s weird.
seems like everyone in the building loved her.
they both died the same day.
really? what did you hear just exactly?
i shouldn’t speak ill of the dead.
something about a missing ring?
why would you say it like that?
i wouldn’t put it like that.
what did you do?
what is wrong with you?
you’re taking too long.
i faint at the sight of blood.
you know, there’s a cat in your freezer.
you’re right. we should be more respectful.
what episode is this from?
i saw that bullshit on youtube this morning.
i’m so lost here. can someone please fill me in.
i literally feel myself aging when i listen to you.
how do you not know anyone.
you know what, i think you should stay upstairs.
we should just promise not to lie and trust each other. i can do that.
filming something today?
i’m not wearing make up.
i was just coming up to get you.
i have a way in.
those were made up mysteries.
maybe you’re right. maybe going at it alone is better.
hi. i’m not sure why i’m doing this.
i hate new years eve. it means winter break is over.
you’re a goddamn asshole! what the fuck was that?
i saw someone.
in case i’m next.
the secrets are the fun part.
who’s telling the truth? who’s lying?
you don’t have to sign your texts. i know it’s you.
what kind of person leaves their window open and then gets mad at a cat for wondering in?
