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illayana anora horowitz-harrison ❝ she's sexy she's a loser she's the most cunning woman on the planet she's drunk as shit she's going to steal your girl she's bad at dancing she's going to destroy us all ❞

[illyharrison]

illy harrison, most likely to fail. newcomer.

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THE BASICS.

FULL NAME: illyana anora horowitz-harrison GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis woman, she/her AGE & BIRTHDAY: 34, may 23rd WHERE DO THEY LIVE: port carroll OCCUPATION: crime journalist with local news FACECLAIM: dichen lachman

PERSONALITY.

STRENGTHS: unphased, self-reliant, selfassured WEAKNESSES: spiteful, petty, lazy ZODIAC: gemini MORALITY: chaotic neutral AESTHETICS: vintage shops, leopard stockings, cigarettes, bruises three shades of green

BRIEF INTRO.

she’s always been a terror. illy never really grew out of biting other kids on the playground. there’s something hypnotic about an open wound. she grew up on the california coast and on one overconfident summer morning illy wrecked her girlfriend’s suzuki on the 101 and had to lay on the hot asphalt face to face with her as she choked on her own blood for an hour. illy just couldn't stop picturing her girlfriend’s broken features. she really wished she’d recorded it. she’s gotten pretty good at playing normal. illy and ethan harrison have a nice little life together. illy’s not sure if things between them will last but she’s at least committed to finding out. they never bothered with a prenup--however their marriage ends, they won’t both be walking away alive.

[fatefuly]

[thexcarrollxtimes]

@illyharrison

[joharrison]

"sleep with him? no!" her knowledge of who was standing in front of her did not seem to change the tension of the situation. she knew that ethan had kept his status quite secret. she wouldn't have found out if it wasn't for noah's good memory. it wasn't so odd that there was the same amount of blindness on both sides of the relationship.

if she didn't want a hug, perhaps a handshake was out of the question. so, jo did what a harrison normally did. she found hospitality in another gesture. "i'm josephine, his sister. can i get you a drink?"

[illyharrison]

Sister. She knew she should have some sort of reaction to that news, but Anora was undecided on what it should be. More anger? Guilt? Anxiety? One sure sounded a lot more like her than the others. "Josephine." Illy tries the name to see if it fits together with Ethans in any way that would support her claim. If this was.. Ethan's sister... Fuck.

"He usually calls you Effie."

"I've already let myself in, it would be rude to leave without drinking your liqour." Illy attempts to joke. She's not a girls girl. If her identity is no longer in question then Anora has a new, more pressing question to solve. "Why are you here?" Sister or not Illy was protectice of Ethan.

[thexcarrollxtimes]

👫illy and Ethan

From X

( @illyharrison )

Illyana is the only woman he has ever enjoyed letting take control in any way. It deeply fucks with his ego, but he is more addicted to the rush she gives him by keeping up and sometimes even outdoing him. It didn't start out that way however, his initial attraction very routine and her name simply next on his list.

Ethan likes to provide Illy with a juicy story every once in awhile. When he can feel her getting a little bit of cabin fever. The specifics of which he's never told her. He can't tell her all of his secrets after all. But he has gifted her with a trophy from each one unbeknownst to Anora, each piece of jewelry loved as much as the last.

Whenever Ethan has executed a kill meant as a gift for Illyana, he films it and takes some form of dental remnant as her trophy. He even got her her own treasure box for the hard drives that each video is saved on and a second for all her teeth. Those kills he doesn't keep a trophy for himself due to the motivations behind them. Very much like a cat leaving a dead mouse at your doorstep, the trophies just show up - in the form of both affection and apology.

She is the only one who has never been drugged by him as far as prey goes. But only just barely. He had her drink mixed and ready to go when he watched her handle an overzealous asshole at the club he'd taken her to, brutally piercing his ear Mike Tyson style. He offered her spiked drink to the guy as partial compensation as he whisked her away before he could press any real charges.

[illyharrison]

[thexcarrollxtimes]

Agnes Robshaw.

Her bright smile from Illyana's so eloquently described posters flashed before his eyes and he growled into the crook of her neck. He took the opportunity to shift her dress higher, his hand sliding greedily up her leg and roughly shifting her just a tad to feel her deeper, adding an additional finger or two to make up for hers disappearing to his shoulder.

The fabric of his pants stretched tight against him with the look of pleasure on her face as she spoke of her kill. And, God, she was so fucking wet. He took his fingers out and made her suck them clean, kissing her halfway through, finishing the job himself to taste her on his lips. His fingers made fast work of undoing his belt and pants before shoving them down and sliding in her with ease, a groan that faded into a growl emanated from his chest once he felt her wrapped around him.

"We've just been a couple of demons tonight haven't we," he whispered harshly, his breath hot against her ear with the vague admission as he started thrusting into her. His hand went to her throat like it had with Mary's moments ago and squeezed. "What'd it feel like?" his hushed, but hungry voice fell once more between them, between kisses to her jawline, between passionate thrusts and labored breaths. "What'd it feel like to be their God?"

[illyharrison]

She chuckeled through a moan at the addition of his digits, feeling herself going lax in his grip as the lsd had her feeling wonderfully loose. Anora was riding a high stronger than she had in months and she was easily led along by Ethan's motions. Before she had time to complain about his hand pulling away from her his fingers were in her mouth. They were given as much attention as his cock would've, her tongue lapping against them until his mouth was on hers again. Oral fixation... check.

Anora's not surprised at his admission and her face lights up in another round of excitement, the expression interrupted by a gasp as he thrusted into her. It felt so good. It was always so, so good. It takes her a few moments of riding her pleasure before she can reply to him. "It felt good." Breathlessly, she corrects herself. "It felt right." Like something she'd earned, putting up with the bullshit of the universe.

Her nails are digging into him tighter than she even realizes, zoning in and out with the beat of the music that seems to only be playing in her head. "Is that.. how it always feels?" Anora asks, about to lose herself to an orgasm from the feel of him inside of her and the thought of him killing one of his girls.

[illyharrison]

@thesada / the harrison's home in port carroll / feb. ??

Illy opened the door with a grin and held out a plastic-packaged item to Sada in greeting. It was a Bratz doll, which Illy had picked from the toy store on main street yesterday. She'd went in there looking for a teddy bear to gift to Sada in a 'sorry your house burnt down' kind of gesture.

But the doll had caught her eye in a silly way and Illy had choosen it instead. "What are you gonna do to the idiot who burnt down your house when you find out who it was?" Her curiosity and desire to be included in the mess was the reason Illy had reached out to the older woman.

Anora figured Sada would appreciate the directness of her questions. She didn't seem like the kind of woman that wanted to be offered condolences. Realizing she should explain the gift she shakes it in her hand. "It reminded me of you. She's a little baddie."

[illyharrison]

open starter / carroll gas station / feb. ?

Illy pulled into the gas station quicker than most would've, her bike curving deep into the parking lot and cutting off an approaching car. The collision had been missed by seconds and illy was grinning under the cover of her helmet. The adrenaline made her jaw ache.

She pulls in front of the nearest pump and kills the bike, setting the kickstand and pulling her helmet off in one swift motion thanks to hips that could hold on to just about anything.

"Close right?" The level of shit she actually gave was clear from her uninterested tone.

[anasabdin]

Suzuki Hayabusa 2016 gen2

[thexcarrollxtimes]

Watching her willingly strangle herself against his grip sent a chill up his spine. He took in a jagged breath as she struggled more and more just to speak. Staking her claim on him nearly sent him over the edge and a sinister smirk curled the edge of his lips. "Mine," he growled gently just before relinquishing his grip, a soft, knowing chuckle falling between them.

"No," he told her honestly with a shake of his head, glancing downward. "You didn't. I just...I don't know what..."

Eyes catching sight of the crumpled photo had his brain short-circuiting. He bent down and picked it back up, smoothing it out as best he could. A grimace freely showed itself as he looked at the man who ruined his life, Ethan incorrectly placing full blame for his afflictions on Uncle Marc. He had merely been the trigger.

"No one has ever..." He had to clear his throat of the rising lump trying its damndest to cut off the admission coming forth. "...cared enough to..." Another lump forced away. "...go through the trouble." Of believing him. Let alone enough to do anything about it. "Except Jo," he added of his sister with a soft, almost homesick, sigh. He missed his sister.

"My mom told me I was making this shit up for attention," he pushed further much more easily, clearing the remnants of his vulnerability away. "That fucking bitch actually made me apologize to him for lying about something so vile," he went on with a scoff, his jaw clenching as the long-repressed memory resurfaced violently. "Don't get any ideas. She's off limits," he warned instantly, though a knowing smirk tugged at his lips, grateful she would if she could.

[illyharrison]

A hand wraps around his shoulder while the other is rubbing gently at his chest, as if Anora could soothe his stuttering heart with the motion alone. "We could just chalk it up to Stockholm Syndrome if you want," She offers jokingly.

She's starting to see that Ethan's pain goes much deeper than Illy had realized and is impressed by how well he'd buried it from everyone for as long as he had. What did she do here? What could she do? Words, obviously, were not her strong suit and Anora was reluctant to make an attempt considering her long-running streak of putting a foot in her mouth.

But her mouth opens regardless. "You couldn't do anything about it then. But you can now..." And that was the gift she was giving to him, right? Power. Taking back what he'd had taken. "Killing Caleb gives me closure over a shitty chapter of my life. I know that killing your uncle isn't going to give you the same release, but... even a drop in the ocean counts."

[illyharrison]

@thexcarrollxtimes @joharrison / v-day brunch

Ethan and Anora had arrived early, neither wanting to sit in anticipation of the afternoon. They were drinking wine and waiting for his sister. The Vineyard was busy but not obnoxiously so, thankfully they'd kept the event limited. Illy leaned into Ethan so she could inform him of her other plans for their day. "You wanted to carve something on me," She reminded him of their discussion from the previous holiday. "I was thinking if Ghostface managed to catch me tonight... you could."

The wine always gave her a headache but in the hours before it hit Anora got.. bubbly. When Jo appeared several feet away Anora gave her a lazy smile and raised her arms for the hug she'd so tried so hard to get when they last met. "Joey," She greeted her with a newly appointed nickname. "You look so cute." Illy complimented to the best of her ability.

[illyharrison]

[illyharrison]

👬 Ethan and illy

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Rarely, she will assist Ethan in his pursuit of a victim. Her tactic is pretty much always sexual and she even has her own preference, looking for someone who reeks of repression. ( Summer, girl.. ) Anora prefers to just observe Ethan and his games. Yeah she gets jealous as fuck but it's also really attractive.

A few times a year they will play chase. Anora will get a few hours' head start to find somewhere outside of town to try and hide. Her plans for their anniversary are to flip the script at make Ethan the prey this year.

She still talks to her dad. Sometimes. Anora tries to hide the fact that there is someone in her family that she still has a connection with ( still wants a connection with ). But dad knows a lot about Ethan. Dad knew that Illy loved him before she did.

She's had a on-again off-again suspicion of if Ethan was actually going to kill her or not throughout their relationship. Her feelings for him didn't change much based on the perception though.

[sisyphean-metamorphosis]

my most extreme weirdest kink is being wanted. my tamest kink is knife play

[dichenlachmandaily]

Dichen Lachman photographed by Jason Armond for The Los Angeles Times

[thesada]

"Especially a party that woman would throw. I hope you have some sunglasses. I can't imagine the amount of sparkle and mirrors she's going to have with the theme of the night." It would probably be a sight to see, but Sada could think of nothing so tacky as an Autumn Manchester party.

Now, she was strolling up to Illy with a little baggy there with the tabs of acid that she slid across the bar to the younger female. A brow raising in curiousity at the very mention of the word that left her mouth. "A bet? Hm? Alright, what is it?"

[illyharrison]

Illy loved how much of a hater Sada was. It was giving Mob Wives level of cuntyness, which Illy thought was one of Sada's most impressive qualities. Anora agreed with every sentiment from the other woman, putting her elbows on the bartop and resting her chin against her hands. "At least there's practically always an OD at these things," She keyed Sada into the one thing Anora was actually hoping for tonight. Her fingers were practically crossed in wilfull anticipation.

"I'm going to get some leading footage tonight." Anora declared with a widening grin. There was something unsetteling about her growing excitement and it was too easy to picture the Chesire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.

"Stuff that's going to be running for the next 24 hours." She was thinking of that overdose, a choking body laying on the floor of a dark room while no one steps in to help. Carroll news loved spreading stories about the horror of drugs to scare the kids.

[thexcarrollxtimes]

He'd been trying to forget the image of his wife, his fucking wife, yelling, how anyone could fucking dare, at Effie when his siter had called to say they'd finally met. And how thrilled Illyana had been to see her. Admittedly, her amends over the past few days had been helpful.

So, when he felt her presence behind him, he forced himself to remember she was trying. And that maybe he should have mentioned his sister was in town before there had been a chance for her suspicions to get the better of her. He finished filling his glass as she spoke, a smirk she couldn't see pulling at his lips when she mentioned that stupid ass brunch.

A smirk that fell flat the moment her name was mentioned. He swallowed thickly, cutting off the water. Unexpected. He gently glanced at her momentarily over his shoulder before taking a drink. Spend the most romantic day of the year with his sister? Whom she'd just aggressively suspected of stealing away her husband. What was she playing at?

"I'll have to add her the reservation, but that should be fine," he agreed, setting the cup down and turning to face her with a shrug, wiping his hands clean against each other gently - the revelation of his plans for the day that day intentional. Ridiculous as that brunch had been, it had been a thing to do.

"She is pretty amazing," he told her pointedly, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. "I'm glad you're finally starting to see it," he added definitively, though with welcome for her to approach.

He wasn't going to bite.

[illyharrison]

There's an audible crinkle from the paper as her fingers tighten around it while Illy digests his respone.

Add her to the reservation?

The tension that had been building in her stomach gurgles like a toxic witches brew. Asshole. She hated when Ethan was one step ahead of her ( and he probably hated when Illy was one step ahead of him ).

She's finally able to make her body move and she turns to the trashcan sitting next to the counter. Illy's foot comes down clumsily on the hatch and the lid shoots open with an ugly thud. "So we're doing romance?" Illy assess of his gesture. She drops the paper inside of it and moves to stand in front of him.

She could do romance. Kind of..

Truthfully, she fucking sucked at it and the pressure of trying always made Anora act like more of a cunt than usual. Hence her nasty streak with Ethan lately.

There's something sincere and warm in her expression as Illy leans her body against him and wraps her arms around his neck. "Passion." She muses.

The word was tinged with sexual energy as she thought of the kind of passions they usually engaged in.

"It is our first Valentine's day as Mr. and Mrs. Harrison." Anora concedes, slowly warming to the idea of the stupid fucking brunch.