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 wholly intended for writing instant/only smut (you do you, but we are not compatible).
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 and cruelty.
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.
‘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. 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.
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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@therapardalis sent: sender argues with receiver over something neither of them actually cares about anymore.
"If you insist on sitting in the front of the UNIT Jeep so you can flirt with Lethbridge-Stewart, could you at least not move the seat all the way back. I'm the tallest one in the vehicle so naturally I should be up font, but no I am compelled to be a gentleman and let you sit where you please. It was a whole hour and a half drive with me sitting with my knees to my chest. I'm starting to think you did that purposely."
"Then perhaps you should have been sitting behind the Brigadier rather than behind me? Or at least you could have Bessie registered as an official UNIT vehicle, then you could be doing the actual driving. Nonetheless I apologise - apparently you're not as flexible for your age as I've been led to believe."
“I’m not sure I deserve that,” murmured, muffling the words against the crook of her neck. If he could have climbed inside the moment— burrowed into it, hung it up somewhere private and forever— he would have. The hug was real. Not a Resistance-pilots-do-it-better slap-on-the-back, not a shoulder-bump on the way to a doomed briefing, but a proper, both arms, chest-to-chest, honest human squeeze.
Poe clung.
He hadn't meant to. He just had.
Thera didn’t immediately move to let go, and he didn’t test how long she’d stay like that. He let himself have it, just a minute. Until a noise outside— boots halting at their hatch— jolted him back to the galaxy where men with medals didn’t get so soft so easily. Tried for words as he stepped back, failed, settled for a sheepish half-smile.
Cleared his throat and tried on bravado next, a thing that used to fit him like a second skin but lately felt as if it had shrunken in the wash.
"I should, uh, I should debrief with the General before she hunts me down herself." There was no irony in it; Poe had never known Leia to do anything other than face things head-on. If he wanted to delay the inevitable with Thera a microsecond longer, it was only out of consideration for her, not himself. He could take the dressing-down. “Then— then that drink, yeah?”
Of course the hug was real. It was real, and aching, and why else did he think she held back, why else did she make noise and pretend she was teasing him before the commit? The other nonsense, the slaps and shoulder bumps, even those she had to settle in with people first. An actual real hug? That was scary. That was a piece of herself she wasn't sure still existed.
His arms moved, an instant of doubt before Thera realised it was closer rather than pulling away. She let him, one hand rubbing his back and trying to ignore the way something peeked from where she kept it locked away.
"Well, tough luck." Kidding was a fickle friend, an incomplete cover, and this time it didn't really land, "You're getting it anyway."
It didn't even land for herself, and maybe the worst part of Poe easing away was that she had to face him again. The boots outside had paused, and a sliver of her was glad of the distraction, the excuse to flick her gaze toward the hatch, if only for a second.
"Do ... do you want me to come with?" An offer of support, honestly given, but with the underlay that whatever had happened was bad, and this might be the only way she's going to find out what the kriff.
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"In my personal experience a lot of the 'lite' or 'diet' foods just taste like the regular versions but with less flavor," Steven remarks with a soft, mildly annoyed sigh. Food is complicated, especially food marketing. Captialism really has them all playing mind games with their food choices.
"Maybe I ought to make a little of both then. I'm a tea person, of course but I'm outnumbered when it comes to the other too. Jake and Marc are coffee fiends. Especially Jake. Must be a New Yorker thing." Steven softly shrugs before joining her over at the cupboards. "I equally enjoy homemade and store bought iced tea. I like to joke that the fact I like both just as much is Marc and Jake's American-ness rubbing off on me."
"Glasses should be on the left unless Marc got the urge to suddenly rearrange the kitchen again."
"Psh, no!" Thera waves a hand, "I'll have what you have. You're already feeding me, no need to make something else on my account." It's good of Steven to offer, to be a good host, but being a gracious guest means meeting him in the middle.
"Well, that's possible ... " She opened the left side cupboard and set two tall glasses on the counter, smirk pulling her lips, "I can act all shocked at them if you like, claim they're corrupting you?" The looks on their faces would be worth the price of admission alone. Thera went back to the fridge for the bottled tea, then carried everything to the table ready for the meal.
Jake, the whole system really, knows a thing or two about coming back from the dead. After all, they would be dead and buried if not for their deal with Khonshu. They aren't sure how or why this dead person (or creature) is alive again but it's bound to be an overwhelming conflict for al linvovled.
"Good thing I'm a smoker. I've got a pack of matches just begging to be used," Jake confesses, patting one of his pockets. Jake is quiet as he walks alongside her, following the trail. The echoing silence of the night makes the sound of a body colliding with the fence only stand out more. Even more worriesome is the frightened shout that joins it. "Great, sounds like some defenseless idiot is also out here."
"Don't worry, Jake ... we won't need your matches." It would be so much easier if she let someone write down a summary of her own powers, but that was something Thera avoided at all costs. She trusted Jake with the knowledge, trusted the System as a whole, but she was absolutely not going to document it where any 'take her away for research' types might get ideas. That's only happened twice in her long life but it's more than enough.
Instead and for now, she conjures a small flame above her outstretched hand, lets it dance across her fingers before vanishing again - but then there's the clang and the cry, and she breaks off to roll her eyes.
"Of course there is." The words grit out, and she breaks into a jog, "We never get to do anything stupid on our own."
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Steven is always cautious in how he approaches people: he comes off as apprehensive, which makes people uneasy, and he knows that. But he’s also gentle to approach a stranger late at night and inches forward carefully, hands wringing out the worn leather strap of his work briefcase. Just something to fiddle with, he supposes.
He perks up when she says his name correctly, and nods. “Yep! That’s me! I’m one of the guides here, I think we saw each other before, briefly. Miss Thera, was it? It’s nice to meet you.”
He holds a hand out for her to shake in case she does want to— but he won’t be offended if she doesn’t. He doesn’t particularly come off as friendly to people right away. “I know it’s late, sometimes I stop by the archives for research or the library since it’s open late. But I was wondering if you had time to tell me about the exhibit at all? I actually don’t know what it’s for… and if not now, maybe tomorrow? There’s time then to grab a pretzel or something and talk? I dunno, it’s up to you…”
He leaves the decision to her in case she doesn’t have the time right now.
He seems shy, He seems ... he seems, as the realisation comes to her late and opens an unbidden smile on her face, like someone who might just be sneaking in for a look-see before tomorrow's crowds. And even if he didn't, she's not someone who'd be anything more than a bit cautious. She's very capable of handling trouble, and she doubts Steven is any of that at all.
"Yes, hello ... " The smile remains as she accepts the handshake, friendly and firm, "Just 'Thera' will do fine." Strictly speaking she's 'Dr Pardalis' while she's working, but it's after hours now and formality stopped mattering around five. "Good to meet you, too - properly!"
One eyebrow lifts as he talks about the archives and library, the sort that knows exactly what he means. "Fellow bookworm, hm?" A chuckle and a nod, "And sure, I can do that - If you're giving tours you need to know what's what." She paused a second, gathering her thoughts, and rubbed her hands together.
"Alright, what we've got here is a chronological comparison of Pyramid building in Egypt and South America. I don't really know as much about the South American kind, but let's take a look and I'll do my best!"
