#༶•┈⛧┈ 𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘯

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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱

𝙸𝚕𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝙻𝚕𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚗, 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤.

independent / semi-selective hazbin hotel original character. multi-ship. low to medium activity. 21+; read rules before following & interacting.

Muse // Rules // Mun

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Ilaera's in progress Spotify playlist!

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Ilaera Llewellyn Headcanons

Thought I'd post these for funsies! Both SFW and NSFW headcanons below the cut.

Ilaera is a polyglot. She grew up learning Welsh, as Wales was her home country, but is fluent in Irish Gaelige as well. Her French is passable - enough to get by when her photos were being shown in galleries in Paris, anyway. As a seduction technique, it has proven popular both in life and in Hell - everyone loves a nice accent, too.

Though she experimented on both herself and others in the name of art, the scars left behind on her are a point of ambivalence, even to herself. Some days she is prideful of them, pleased that the remnants of her art are displayed for all of Hell to see. Other days she hides them away beneath sleeves and layers. However, no matter what she feels about the scars on her torso on any particular day, the lightning scars on her demonic form never bother her. The eternal bruising and discoloration on her neck is another story- that is almost always covered one way or another.

For the first 2 years of Ilaera’s career as a photographer, though she longed to push the limits of the craft, she stuck to what was acceptable. her favourite subject was always people - the beauty of the body, in all its forms. Later, she was able to push boundaries, venturing more into the macabre. Sometimes she used herself as a subject, fascinated by the fact that no matter who was under the lights, they all bled the same way.

Ilaera displays some some narcissistic traits as well as APD traits.

Ilaera is a very physical person - though she prefers to be alone romantically, she still craves touch, and near constantly seeks out one night stands - or “dalliances” as she calls them. She is slightly hypersexual.

Ilaera grew up during WW2 in the U.K, and as a result now has claustrophobia from sitting in bomb shelters, sometimes for days. She detests elevators and will always choose stairs if they’re available.

She enjoys sewing, gardening and running. Sewing is helpful for stitching, which she often had to do for her… art. She also enjoyed growing various poisons and paralytics. Also helpful for her art.

Ilaera has never once wanted a romantic relationship with anyone - she is physically attracted to a wide variety of people (now sinners), but getting entangled with feelings has never been something she has sought.

She’s a decent dancer - nothing extraordinary, but enough to look good when she goes out for a night on the town.

Other than alcohol, Ilaera doesn’t mess with mind-altering things. She prefers to keep a clear head, though now that she’s in Hell and doesn’t have to keep constant awareness, she’s rather curious about some of the substances she’s seen others partake in.

As many egomaniacs do, Ilaera hates admitting any weakness. The claustrophobia, her nightmares, her fear of Extermination, even the bruising around her neck - she hides it all away.

Her voice claim is Heledd Gwynn.

NSFW Ilaera Headcanons

Is absolutely the definition of a switch. Everything depends on her partner, though she tends to lean towards subbing with men and domming with women, though that's just based on her own experience with sex in the 50s.

She loves control, but also loves people to fight her for it.

Bratty when she subs. Give this woman a good round of bantering and she'll be on you like beans on toast.

Absolutely a "try anything once" kind of gal. But she knows what she likes, and isn't afraid to draw hard boundaries.

One night stands are very much her thing. She hates forming any kind of attachment, hates relying on anyone, so ONS are best, as long as they're with someone as experienced as she is.

Enjoys both sides of sadomasochism. Giving or receiving, pain is one of her favourite activities.

Very much enjoys marking.

Before death, she enjoyed getting choked out - not so much now. She will all but freak out if her neck is touched.

Somewhere between a C and D cup, sizable thighs, a full/curvaceous middle. She's thick all over. Lots to grab onto.

Doesn't mind degradation, but she will never beg.

Somewhat hypersexual. Will add more as I think of them!

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What Kind of Love Are You?

Love as a Flaw

Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. Afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out, just get it out now. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

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what form of love do you embody?

love as violence.

[ love as bloodshed, crimson as a knife slipped between your ribs ] when ocean vuong said "to arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration" and when franz kafka said "you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love" and when ada limon said "how do you love? like a fist. like a knife" and when richard siken said "sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine"

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Couple days late, but thought I'd chime in with this for miss girl! Blank below the cut ^-^