Multiverse, multifandom OC 18+ Only. Original character and writing are mine and not for reproduction without permission. I do NOT consent to having any of my original writing or artwork used in any way with any form of AI generation.
Multi-fandom OC.
(Fandom based, but with original lore.)
(Full list of fandoms and AUs on the link below.)
This blog is now Mutuals Only (26th Dec 2025)
(Unless we have already been writing together! Sideblogs please message and let me know. I may take a little while to follow back!)
1. Mun is 40+. Victoria, Australia (Australian EST). 21+ partners preferred, selective with 18-21. No Minors.
2. Please read rules before interacting.
On the readmore below.
Last rules update: 23rd April 2026
3. Muse Info, all verses and AUs.
Some AU verses have different versions of the muse.
Marvel, Dune and Tolkien verses are movie/TV based.
4. Policies on this blog.
Not 'rules' but how I do things here.
5. Memes - please don’t reblog from me if you’re not going to send one. Reblog from the source instead.
Memes - Ship Memes - Headcanon Memes - NSFW Memes / NSFW HCs -
Munday Memes - Open Starters
6. Muse Stats
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue-Grey
Age: In AU verses, usually 30+
Place of Birth: In her main verse, Cornwall, England
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
7. Rules under the Readmore below.
Basics
Original character and writing are mine and not for reproduction. (2012-2026). Likewise original graphics on the blog.
I want nothing to do with AI generated content.
These rules may seem harsh, but they're the result of people ignoring them when they've been put 'nicely'. If I've blocked you on your previous blogs please don't refollow on new ones.
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I do NOT RP with:
Minors. No-one under 18 years, selective with under 21. No age mentioned, no follow.
Personal (non-RP) blogs. Please let me know if you have RP sideblogs.
Blogs that don't have rules somewhere, unless I already know the mun.
Blogs that are only writing instant/only smut (you do you, but we are not compatible).
Only dead dove, toxic ships and similar (again, you do you, but it's not for me).
Blogs that expect rapid-fire replies all the time (see below).
HARD NOs:
Instant smut/only smut.
Infidelity/cheating plots.
Non-con, dub-con (including A/B/O) or sexual assault.
Incest.
Pregnancy threads.
Animal abuse, cruelty or death.
Child muses (under 13). NPCs are OK, but not children who are the main muse. Any threads with older teens will be strictly platonic.
Very selective with (basically I need to know and trust you);
‘Unrequited crush’ threads need to be talked about first, and boundaries set.
Manipulation/mind control threads.
Villain muses (case by case basis).
‘Fight’ threads where it’s Thera against someone else’s muse. Her vs random NPCs is fine.
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OK, if you're still here ...
Activity I can be slow. The muse is fickle lately and I'm in a different timezone to most of you. I cannot give rapid-fire multiparagraph replies every day. Short replies (up to one paragraph) I might manage sometimes, but anything longer will take time.
Verses Are separate unless otherwise agreed, or for silly shenanigans.
Interaction I give the energy I get back. This is a hobby, but it’s a hobby we should both enjoy and it’s not enjoyable when something’s all one-sided. Busy happens, favourites happen, but if I’m doing all the sending and messaging and you don’t do any, then after a while I’m going to move along.
Post length I’m good with any, as long as we’re putting in roughly equal effort. Longer threads will take longer to reply to.
Memes Please don’t reblog memes from me without sending me one. You don't have to send me something, but if you don’t please reblog them from the source.
Shipping/Smutting Not automatic or guaranteed. Thera is multiship, male-attracted, and we enjoy shipping, but it takes writing together before we decide to ship, to see if we and the muses are compatible. It also needs to be talked about OOC first, to make sure we both want the same things from the ship (including pre-existing ships). Just because Thera is nice to your muse doesn't mean she's romantically interested!
Smut will only happen in the context of an established ship. If your blog is entirely meant for PWP smut writing we are not compatible.
I don't write toxic ships. I've lived one IRL and while it's not triggering for me I don't want to write it in my RP.
Triggers and Tags I tag potential triggers as '[thing] tw'. If you need anything specific tagged, let me know (if you have a tag already blacklisted, tell me and I’ll use it).
No God-Modding I write my muse, you write yours, and if in doubt, ask. Please don’t decide for me what she does, thinks, says or feels (or did before the events of the thread), that your muse has done something to her, or put her in a certain situation, without asking first.
Ignoring what I’ve just written and continuing as if Thera never said or did something counts as god-modding, too.
Meta-gaming is giving your muse OOC knowledge IC. There are muses out there powerful enough that they could know things, but please talk to me about it first.
On those last two points, I also reserve the right to say no.
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“Don’t remind me,” Niner scoffed. “You ruined my favourite shirt. Do you know how hard it was to get personal items cleared by the higher ups? I hope I left a blood stain that took a few days to get out.” He playfully pushed her shoulder. “Some retribution.”
It was strange standing in her ship again. It brought back memories Niner didn’t particularly want to remember- a time when he had no agency over his own life. Now that he had tasted freedom, he rarely reminisced about the Niner who was a loyal soldier to the Republic, the one who didn’t want to desert.
He was glad he did in the end— he was happy with his family on Kyriomount, and watching his nephew grow up was a blessing he never took for granted. However, he still carried the guilt. He had abandoned his other brothers in the end. There was no longer a war to fight, but the Empire was still at large, hunting Jedi. Niner had witnessed first hand how dangerous a fugitive like that was. He still flinched when Rede ignited his trophy saber in the training area. There were clones losing their lives to blades like that.
Niner tried to push the thought away, but the memories buried within Thera’s ship relented. There was one memory that was left unanswered. “I recall asking you out on a coffee date.” He looked into his glass and swirled the liquid. “Not the most romantic circumstance, I admit.”
Tihaar? Did she have any ... ah! A quick rummage in the cabinet came up with a small bottle in the back; one side effect of her work was offering in goods as well as credits, be they payment, gifts or a hope of staying off her or her boss' kill-list for the time being. Thera pulled the bottle out, lifted an eyebrow as she looked at the label. "Does this stuff age well?"
They'd find out soon enough, as she took out a short glass and poured a measure. The scent wafted up, sharp enough to make her nose wrinkle, but it was the comment about the shirt that made her actually snort. "I said you could use it as a crop-top, and you said no! And it was like glitter, I kept finding spots of it for weeks!"
It was funny now. It hadn't been back then, when 'bleeding all over the floor' was an exaggeration but not by very much. When the red bloom on that shirt had scared her more than she wanted to admit.
Thera handed Niner the drink, then went back into the cabinet for some Firecream for herself. She didn't actually know the whole story of him deserting - it just seemed logical that once a soldier ran out of war, he moved on to other things. After all, something similar had happened to her. She lifted her glass, the mild tilt of it that invited a clink with his, then took a sip - only to raise both eyebrows a second later.
"You were serious about that?" Tongue caught a trace of cream on her upper lip, "I thought it was just the painkillers talking!"
Old grudges and stinging tears. The feeling of betrayed love aching, turning hollow like a decaying stump, rotting... a hole in your chest where love once resided.
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"I wouldn't say 'lurk' so much as 'simmer', but that's not far wrong."
It's wrapped in a priceless silk scarf carelessly unfastened from my throat — the loaf still warm from the oven, fragrant like the fields where its poppies, its wheat once swayed. Eat it in the morning, I tell you, when the weight of being alone echoes in the chambers of your heart. You deserve to be cared for. I care for you.
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"Were I so foolish as to eat something gifted from a Fae's table, I'm sure I would enjoy it immensely."
[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.
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"Take a picture," Thera suggested, tone as resigned as the way she was holding out her arm for Keiko to wrap up, "then the next time I say 'Wait, let me handle it'." Here she took on a sing-song little mockery of her own words, "you can remind me."
In the literal sense she was kidding - in any other she wouldn't blame Keiko for following through. The talking was mostly a distraction, because the adrenaline was fading, the antiseptic was stinging and Thera was, bluntly, pretty fucking annoyed at herself. Just because the Scarabs didn't seem to give a shit about human beings (or anything much beyond their assigned 'duty') their scuttling tentacles could give a nasty slap.
Even, as they'd discovered, if one was tangled in a fishing net and Thera was trying to help. She sighed, flexed her fingers in the instinctive but basically useless way everyone did, "At least I got the ungrateful little shite free ..."
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Hey Thera I've always wondered a couple of things; one, I know you work for a goddess but are you also technically a demigoddess?
"No, I'm not. Demigods and goddesses have one parent who's a god and another who's a mortal. I was born to two human parents who were very normal and all too mortal.
That was the point of the Guardians, at the start; we didn't have the raw power of the Titans or the Olympians, and weren't going to drop our duties to go off on our own interests."
Two, all the time periods you've lived through and everything, are you still able to remember your original time period very well? I've always wondered if there's actually a limit to how many things we are capable of remembering before we start to forget things.
"You know, a friend of mine once said something amazingly wise. When he was asked if he thought there was anything else he didn't remember, he said; "I don't know, I don't remember."
So basically yeah, I'm sure there's a shitload in there that's ... I won't say slipped away, more been archived. Some things I recall easily, others come back at questions or unexpected reminders ... not always good. Some things come back as muscle memory, like climbing rigging or managing full skirts.
As for my original timee, I have to say I get to cheat about that because some people I knew then are still around, and I've never let the skills I learned then lapse."
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where are your keys? you're not driving like this. [This list]
Alistair handed her the keys with mild protest. "If you insist, but I am perfectly fine to drive." He got up from his seat and stumbled slightly. "Okay, perhaps I'm not exactly fine to drive and neither are you. So, how do you plan to get us home, Miss Landsend."
Miss Landsend? He paused for a moment. Perhaps it's the drink but he decided tho share something that's been on his mind for a while. "You know I've been thinking. I'm a very formal fellow, but we do seem to find ourselves together outside of work quite a bit and don't you think this whole Brigadier, Miss Landsend business is rather silly while we're off duty. Why don't you call me Alistair and I could call you Thera. That is, if you don't mind.
Thera had her mouth open to reply before she caught herself, realising she was about to make the exact same protest as he had done - and honestly she couldn't be sure if she really was fit to drive or it was pride talking. Better not to tempt Fate!
"I plan," She answered instead, taking the grudgingly handed keys and stowing them in a pocket, "given you're unlikely to call for a driver and let them see you squiffy, to make use of the British institution called Black Cabs." Where to would be the next question, since she didn't know if he had any home address other than HQ, but she supposed they'd get to that.
In the meantime, though, a laugh. "I think it's a formality that's become a habit - but that sounds like an excellent idea!" She moved toward the cash register to settle their tab, taking out her wallet even if she was sure Alistair would object. "Does this mean I get to use your full name when I'm annoyed with you?"
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Don't know how to say no? Here are some ways that shouldn't hurt anyone's feelings:
I'm not really feeling that idea, but maybe we could do (blank) instead
Maybe another time / not right now / I don't have the bandwidth for that kind of plot right now / that's not the type of thing I was really looking for but I'd love to do something else / I'm not currently looking for more threads / It's better for me if we just focus on what we have for now / hmmm what if we did (blank) instead / maybe another time!
@therapardalis said: Steven , this is doing nothing for my nerves .
↣ THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT
He doesn't really feel like that's a good sign. She's always calm, always cool, and if she's starting to get nervous, then that doesn't exactly make him feel comfortable. She's supposed to know what to do, and she's supposed to be confident, because if something's doing nothing for her nerves, then he's probably a stiff breeze away from a panic attack.
And that's probably overreacting, but if there's anything he knows how to do, it's overreact. Not in the sort of drama that gets him posted on social media without his consent, because, let's be honest, he'd probably never leave the house again if that happened, but the kind that turns the smallest molehill into an insurmountable, well, mountain.
But she's right. This is doing nothing for his nerves.
"I know," he says, not meaning that he'd known, but that he agrees. "But it...you know, it'll be alright." A pause. "Right?
It's not a good sign, but neither is it, really, a bad one. At least not as bad as Steven's imagination is probably building it up to. For Thera, 'nerves' very often means that what she's discovered or is about to is going to be irritating, and probably inconvenient. Not the real kind of danger often waiting in the wings, just the kind of bureaucracy-fueled nonsense she'll have to pinch her brow and work around.
So maybe, Steven being Steven, she shouldn't have put it quite like that.
An all-hands meeting in the Great Court, not far from his post at the gift shop, attendance mandatory. Most of the staff milling around were already cranky, kept late after their shifts and the departure of the public for ... whatever it was going to be. Clearly something Management thought deserved an Announcement, and that ... Thera wasn't nervous nervous, but she was certainly bracing herself just in case.
She exhaled, a gust through pursed lips, and gave Steven a wry smile. "We've survived all their decisions so far, we can ... " Probably deal with this one, she started to say, but then just shrugged. "Yeah, it should be alright. You wanna go sneak in at the back?"
You're looking rather beautiful tonight.
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"Thank you." Smooth and automatic, though a small twitch of a brow conveyed ... well, a few things. Surprise, first, because although the Doctor gave compliments they were usually for being clever or resilient (or even, grudgingly, stubborn); she didn't remember him ever directly remarking on her looks.
And second, perhaps unfairly, suspicion. Precisely because he had never said anything about her looks, and she wondered if this was genuine or a lead in to something else. But 'thank you' was the simple, gracious thing to say, even if the eyebrow contained volumes.
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Don't make promises you can't keep, darling.
(delivered with flirtatious inflection but the situation doesn't necessarily warrant it)
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"Don't pre-judge your opposition, sweetheart." Two could play at that game. Exactly the same way they could play the hands they'd just been dealt, five cards apiece and coloured betting chips stacked alongside.
Three other men sat around the table as well, but they were mostly keeping their mouths shut; it was the youngest one making the noise, but she wasn't sure yet if he was blustering or genuinely liked the sound of his own voice. Thera kept her eyes on him as she picked up her cards, held her face neutral as she glanced at them except for a small approving raise of one brow.
"Let's find out who's full of it tonight, shall we?"
Wipe that cute, smug look off your face.
(from Curly; he can't help himself)
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"Now, why would I want to do that?" In the wake of her stroll to the General Store, three young farmhands, an older widower and a traveling salesman in a city-slicker suit were in various stages of staring, straightening their appearance and running a finger between collar and neck. She looked up at Curly, the demure hold of her shopping basket in front at odds with said smug look, which wasn't going anywhere just yet.
"A girl needs her ego plumped every now and again!"
