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âAda, tell me...â She said while she drank her tea, âDid you miss me?â
âOf course, my sun and stars.â
âNaneth, did you mourn?â
âI didnât think I could stop.â
âI was gone for eleven years.â
âDarling, please, do not stress yourself--â
âIâm quite calm, actually.â A pause. âDid you pray? When I was born, and when I was taken?â
âIla...â They did.
âI laid next to darkness day and night. Under starlight, I damaged my throat with my cries.â There was a rough, rasping sound in her voice, her tone a warning snarl.
Her mother looked at the floor with guilt in her eyes, her father looked on with the cruel knowledge that he couldnât save her.
âI waited for eleven years.â Her rasp dragged along the silence in the room like a doctorâs knife through skin--smooth, dignified, revealing the tattered innards inside of her. âI prayed for three of them.â
      Ilaera offered him a wider smile at the mention of his father, âI canât imagine the insight that sort of upbringing warrants.â Neither of her parents were much for law, both teachers, her mother a high school teacher, her father a music theory professor. She had plenty of appreciation for music, sure, but when it came to debate and the human psyche, there was no contest.
      She crossed her legs while leaning onto the bar-stool with her arm, present company denying the option of scrambling her five-foot two ass up just to sit on a bar stool. She wore a dusk-purple sundress, black lace lining the sweetheart bust and forming long sleeves down her arms, her black pointed toe flats offering nothing in regards to her height. She was wearing a dress, so she wasnât about to risk flashing the entire damn bar just for a seat.
      When he said he thought he saw her from somewhere, part of her was confused. She was just a student, why would he pay attention to her? In the courtroom, most people gave journalists either a passing thought or they were an afterthought, which made sense. The other part was wondering when did he notice her? All she does is write and analyze in the courtroom, not really things that attracted attention to herself. Maybe he was a journalist before he was a lawyer, and thatâs why he noticed the journalists?
      âOh, sorry. My name is Ilaera Mulherin, Iâm currently studying investigative journalism.â She held a hand out for him to shake.Â
    â Ah, itâs not as bad as people believe it to be. â His father was a single parents, his mother dying early on in his life. There were days he didnât get to see his father until late at night when he heard him coming in late. Or didnât see him until morning. Nevertheless, he still followed in his footsteps and soon he was getting to see his father a lot more because he was doing what he was doing for a living.    Upon hearing her name and what she did, he nodded, a softer smile pulling onto his lips. He knew exactly where he had seen her. Most people, even himself really did not give journalist the attention in the court room for they had to focus on the case before them and fight to win. Though for him and some other, including his own father, they always looked and seen who was off to the side who was taking notes and such to the side. He had done a few things like that when he was young and in school but he has sat in enough court rooms to not have to go through with it.    â You were at the recent court room hearing for the Belmont case werenât you? â He stated taking a hold of the womanâs hand, giving a squeeze and shake before letting her hand go. â It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Mulherin. â
She nodded in genuine surprise, her smile turning shy, âYeah, I was there. Iâm a little surprised you saw us at all, to be honest.â It was very His hand dwarfed hers as she returned the gesture. She took a soft sip before adding, âThat case was one of my first ones.â She nodded while meeting his eyes in a look of appreciation.
Placing her cup down on the barâwhile feeling like a child because the top was almost a reach for her, standing at 5â2âand chuckled lightly, âYou can call me Ilaera.â Sputtering, her back straightened, âIf youâre alright with that, I mean.â Just like that, she could feel sheepishness tickle her, her fingers returning to fiddle with their sleeves lightly.
his character was half native? i never picked up on that
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Not trying to be rude butâŚhoneyâŚ..these are some pretty dumb answers
im sorry i didnât meet ur standards,, ms. ,, rawr,.1234âŚcustomer satisfaction is our priority and we will do our best to ensure this doesnât happen again i am crying as i type this
NONONONO Itâs not like that. I was just playing around xD
ms, rawr 1234 please,, do not be ashamed ,
okay I literally just saw someone else post about this while I was thinking of saying something so Iâm gonna make a full post
hey friends!! thereâs lots of terms I use in my rules that are all parts of rp etiquette, but lemme talk about one that not everyone may be familiar with: reblog karma. for those of you who donât know what that word means, itâs pretty simple: you want to reblog a meme from someone? then send something to them first.Â
itâs sort of like⌠an rp pay-it-forward. now, let me clarify something: saying people must practice reblog karma with you is abusing the term. thatâs like the opposite of paying it forward, okay? you canât tell people that they have to pay it forward to you. but if you want it to happen to you, you should always set a good example by practicing it yourself.Â
have you ever found an rp meme from a meme source, gotten excited about it, only to have 5ish people reblog it from you and they start getting stuff, while you get nothing yourself? that feels awful! so, if you know how it feels, start enforcing reblog karma in your own behavior, spread the word about positive reblog karma (paying it forward!) and send memes to as many people as you can manage, whether or not you are going to reblog it from them!Â
now, hereâs some questions I always hear:Â
1. but what if itâs a meme for an established relationship or awkward with my character, and I donât have any background with their character? you have two options, then. a) send the meme on anon, if possible, or b) donât reblog it from that person. either go to the meme source if it is still available, or send a bit of it to someone else who has reblogged it that you do have an established relationship with, and then reblog it from that person.Â
2. doesnât that put a lot of unnecessary anxiety on others? thatâs why you need to look at it as a modification of your own behavior, not anything you can do about anyone elseâs. ask politely that people please practice reblog karma with you whenever possible, and always make sure to set a model by practicing it yourself. if it makes you too anxious to send a meme to someone, refer back to the solutions on question 1.Â
3. what if itâs a non-mutual, and they donât accept memes from non-mutuals? again, look at solutions a) and b) under question 1. if itâs a symbol meme, like one where you send in a sign for different headcanon promptsâalmost always, people are willing to do it whether or not youâre mutuals, whether or not youâre on or off anon.Â
4. but sometimes Iâm uncomfortable sending stuff like that. and people who reblog memes and get nothing in response, only to have plenty of others reblog it from them, feel pretty awful when that happens. most people will refer to this as âbeing treated like a meme sourceâ, and thatâs what it genuinely feels like!! reblog karma should never be used as a strict rule: it should be used to spread positivity and community engagement. go above and beyond for reblog karma: if you really like a meme, send it to multiple people who have reblogged it.
getting engaged. communicating with others. having fun. thatâs what memes are all about in the first place!!Â
i mean, i donât mind if someone doesnât respond when i insert a meme bc eh, it happens. sure it sucks, but iâm alright. doesnât really change the fact that i like that rper. that, and this sorta ties into the fact that i inherently know that my character probably wonât rp with another muse v well.Â
why? it can be a lot of things. the first thing is the verse, like idk how it would work out. for example, currently i am following a lot of free!rpers bc iâm free!trash used to rp with them, and i love the muns. i, as of now, wouldnât mind rping with them AT ALL but i donât wanna put the stress of figuring out a verse to make our rp work on them. when i figure it out, iâll start interacting with them character wise.Â
the second thing is... if iâm being honest? the word selective kinda intimidates me. idk if itâs bc iâm super insecure but as soon as i read âselectiveâ iâm like ânot meâ. i mean if they wanna approach me first then youâll be able to feel my âyyyyyESSSSSSSSSSSSSâ from miles away. after rping on tumblr for four+ years, iâm kinda used to feeling this way.Â
the third thing is just general basic âthey wouldnât get along/sheâd dieâ, but i might message you telling you i love your rps no matter what
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Verses Guide
ello there, darlings. yâall might see me mark somethings as v![something], and youâre all, âlissy wtf is if kili is tagged v!vivere, and iâm[bard] v!vivere, tf does that mean???â donât worry, i hear you. i feel u. i got u.Â
v!legendarium | Main verse, see bio.Â
v!vivere | Kili, Fili and Thorin live.Â
v!modern [...] | Honestly, I still canât decide which modern job Ila has. Itâs a toss between investigative journalism and being a nurse. But I do know that she was a foster child, and is currently in her third year in college.Â
v!modern invjourn | This comes from Ilaeraâs attention to detail and her curiosity as to why this happens, what caused it, ergo she enrolled an investigative journalism program. She sits in courtrooms and analyzes cases and both defendents and plaintiffs.Â
v!modern nurse | This comes from the fact that in the Legendarium verse, she aims to be a healer, so it made sense to make her a nurse.Â
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   As he looked at her a little more, he only than realised he had seen her around. Perhaps it was at the offices or at the court house for his recent cases he had to be there to help with. The glass was put on the counter, still trying to think of where he seen her. Maybe he will ask.    When she spoke her compliment, he smiled, even let out a small chuckle as he nodded. â Ah, thatâs really nice of you to say. I do try my best. â It wasnât often he got compliments on his work, just the usual âgood jobâs after he finished a job and he won. It was nice to hear him people still admired his work and appreciated his talent. She seemed young and had that aura around her that made her smarter than most.    Picking up his drink once more, Roman took a small sip, gaze staying down at the liquid for a moment before looking back at her. â With doing this since high school, I have learned how to do a few things but I canât take all the credit. My father Oropher has been in the business since he was young and I taught what I know from him. â Which was not a lie. He started to learn everything from his father and soon was learning his own way around things.         â What is it you do, miss? I think I have seen you around before. â
      Ilaera offered him a wider smile at the mention of his father, âI canât imagine the insight that sort of upbringing warrants.â Neither of her parents were much for law, both teachers, her mother a high school teacher, her father a music theory professor. She had plenty of appreciation for music, sure, but when it came to debate and the human psyche, there was no contest.
      She crossed her legs while leaning onto the bar-stool with her arm, present company denying the option of scrambling her five-foot two ass up just to sit on a bar stool. She wore a dusk-purple sundress, black lace lining the sweetheart bust and forming long sleeves down her arms, her black pointed toe flats offering nothing in regards to her height. She was wearing a dress, so she wasnât about to risk flashing the entire damn bar just for a seat.
      When he said he thought he saw her from somewhere, part of her was confused. She was just a student, why would he pay attention to her? In the courtroom, most people gave journalists either a passing thought or they were an afterthought, which made sense. The other part was wondering when did he notice her? All she does is write and analyze in the courtroom, not really things that attracted attention to herself. Maybe he was a journalist before he was a lawyer, and thatâs why he noticed the journalists?
      âOh, sorry. My name is Ilaera Mulherin, Iâm currently studying investigative journalism.â She held a hand out for him to shake.Â
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â[on his role in Star Trek Beyond (2016)] I play Krall. This is a man with a definite purpose. I say a man, but heâs not a man. Or is he? Whatâs interesting about him is that he has a real beef with what the Enterprise stands for. Krallâs a character whoâs deeply steeped in hatred - in my opinion, a well-earned hatred - for the Federation. It felt quite political. Thereâs a relatability to whatâs happening in our world. Not everybodyâs happy with what everybody calls the good guys.â