epithelial curse.

height and birthday.

valentine’s day habit.

the color code.

ilia as an adaptor and manipulator.

ilia’s gloved hand.

atlas dust mines basis.

posts based on “smile” 1 2

insecurities.

her faunus trait.

the revenge bod post.

result of injury to scales.

mental health after blake left the fang.

ilia’s weapon knowledge.

ilia’s relation to adam, and blake through that.

sleep schedule.

pda.

cuddles and kisses.

comparing herself to blake.

the v6 goodbye.

nsfw hcs.

grudges.

the apathy’s effects on her scales.

favorite colors.

misc headcanons ( preferred toast, hunting, drink preference, money habits )

her hair is wavy!

sickness’s effect on her scales.

         ilia always knew exactly what to say to lighten shadowess’ spirits. tinkle of mellifluous laughter was a sound akin to wind chimes, spirited and so heartbreakingly free. she was still a wanderess with a heart set on a life romantic, debonair and effortlessly charming, and … she could still be happy in times like this. belladonna could still find comfort in ilia’s presence despite knowing what awaited such young soldiers around the corner. arm looped playfully around ilia’s, falling into the same cadence of her footsteps despite felid’s silent pace.   ‘   i like your hair too, and the little loop it does at the end.   ’   honeyed vocals reflected the warmth in her eyes as she regarded ilia’s expressions, lips curling up into a fanged grin. she loved it when ilia’s was like this, mocking and silly. she didn’t get to see a lot of it when she was so serious and focused all the time, and then there had always been this distance blake sensed, this feeling that she wasn’t saying everything she might have wanted to.   ‘   ugh, are you talking about the albains ? you sound like them right now, all that “ young ” and “ sister ” bullshit really creeps me out.   ’   as if only just catching onto what she was saying, blake’s free hand flew over her mouth, meeting ilia’s eyes with her own surprised ones before holding back a small huff of laughter. it trailed off at ilia’s apology, expression taking on a note of melancholy as ilia receded back into her meeker state.   ‘   that’s a recipe for disaster, but that’s really nice of you to say, ilia.   ’   then a beat, a cheshire grin.   ‘   you’d probably be a good one too if you didn’t apologise all the time.   ’

          ilia releases a fake - offended chuckle, though a tinge of real hurt ignites through her veins at the same time.  “ hah, gee, s— ”    sorry.    the moment turns half - bitter, at least on ilia’s side, and she stiffens a little as they walk in stride, arm in arm with one another.  “ thanks, ” she murmurs, only half as cheery.  her gray eyes fall to the ground, contemplating that very thought.  ilia ?  a leader ?  maybe, but for now all she can see in her future is what’s in front of her.  survival.  if she can’t take care of herself, how can she guide a group of people ?  if she can’t speak her mind on something as small as a silly crush, how could she ever hope to be the voice of the oppressed ?  she exhales audibly.  on any normal occasion, she’d deflect her obvious tension, cover up whatever emotions were buried beneath.  but this time, she swallows her fear and speaks.

hello !  as you know, a few days ago i cleared out the vast majority of my ships.  so!  if you like this, i’ll come to you and we can develop / pre - establish a relationship between our muses.  this isn’t just for romance, anybody can like this!  i’m more than willing to discuss unrequited love, familial bonds, and rivalries / enemy relationships as well.  also, i absolutely adore polyships, so if anyone’s interested in that please let me know!  i’d love to expand the cast of characters that ilia interacts with, and i have plenty of verses to do so.  she needs friends, lovers, parent figures, exes, the list goes on and on.  

if you intend on romantically shipping with ilia, my list of the ships i’ve thought of ( and the ones that are exclusive to a few others ) is HERE.  if it’s not on the list, don’t fret!  that doesn’t mean i won’t consider it.  and like i said, if the romantic ship you wanted is already taken i’m more than glad to plot out intense friendships and other dynamics.  

          “ i’m ... nervous to come with you guys. ”  ilia crosses her legs as she sits atop the bench beside ruby, folding her arms.  the other kids are all standing around chatting or trying to settle down as they await their train’s presence at the station.  the chameleon doesn’t look at ruby, just fixates her gaze on the floor.  “ i wonder if mantle has changed at all. ”

                  he’s anxious to listen, considering it’s so rare she opens up to him. and yet, it still hurts. in some weird, ‘i know this is for the best but i get it’ way, “yea. i know the feeling. but, at least this time it wasn’t ‘cause she was scared. she wasn’t running. it was just ‘cause she had a job to do. we all do, y’know.”

          “ i know you want to help, and that you’re not one of the shitty ones, but not everyone on this ship is comfortable around humans so easily.  you’d do well to just keep that in mind, that’s all. ”

          it’s obvious she’s been crying.  even if there weren’t colors illuminating scales, the whites of her eyes are stained vermillion and her eyelids are puffy.  in addition, there’s a slow drain of blue hues flooding over her scales that then infects the rest of her skin.  she’d been curled up, fetal position in the darkness on the floor of her designated room when she heard knocking, then the door opening as light from the hallway landed onto her frame.  she sees the silhouette of cat ears before she makes out the outline of blake’s face.

          when she glances up to the feline in the doorway, with whirlpools of desperation in her eyes, ilia’s sobs only erupt into violent cries.  it’s impossible to deny she’s finally snapped, thrown the glass bottle of her emotions onto the floor and demolished it.  “ please -— ”  she whines, shutting her eyes tight and burying her face in her hands.  her voice is fractured like stained glass shattered on the floor, and with all the colors, too.  “ please don’t leave me again. ”

          “ i keep having to remind myself that blake's team is who she belongs with. ”  she frowns, cerulean - tinted eyes pulsing further and further into ocean blue.  “ this ... isn’t the first time she’s left me. ”