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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The guards at his flanks— majestically useless, ceremonial in their dress, not a one of them good enough to take the ring in his stead— shifted as if by nervous reflex. Leto could sense their discomfort, but this was only their own projection: nobody here truly expected the Duke of House Atreides to step into the ring himself. Except—
The herald's voice, artificially amplified, rolled through the amphitheater—
"—and representing the honor of House Atreides, His Grace, Duke Leto Atreides!"
The amphitheater inhaled. Then it broke.
Leto! Leto! Leto!
The chant rose from the stone benches like a wave lifting off the coast, that same terrible inevitability, the way the sea drew itself up and crashed and drew itself up again. He could feel it in his sternum, in his teeth. The amphitheater had become a single living thing— throat, lungs, voice— and it was calling his name.
The arena opened before him like the palm of an outstretched hand, the transparent dome catching the pale Caladan sun and scattering it into prisms that danced across the dirt. He could see the other competitors arranged in their starting positions— a dozen fighters, some of his own men, some from visiting Houses, all of them watching him with expressions ranging from awe to naked determination.
Yet, he found her without trying.
Leto felt the corner of his mouth lift. Just a fraction; a private thing, a small concession to the warmth that lived behind his ribs whenever she caught his eye. He nodded to her— once, deliberate, the kind of nod that carried more weight than a handshake or a salute, the kind of nod that said I see you and I know you and let's see what happens next.
Lips drew back from her teeth, a tilted gleam of white that blended amusement, anticipation and pleasure; mostly at the thought of a challenge, but also another, quiet, that licked at her insides.
So he was actually doing this. The intent had been stated, but Gurney Halleck's keen eye had immediately locked in, and if he hadn't felt the Duke was ready ...
Gurney felt the Duke was ready. That thought settled behind her eyes, betrayed only by a small narrowing of her eyes and the absent brush of her thumb over the hilt of her sword. Leto, Leto, Leto ... a pounding in the air, a drum, a match to her own heartbeat in ribs and neck. Thera watched him - everyone was - but only she caught his look, the meeting of eyes, the nod ...
Her smile curved wider, tone different but warmth the same. The nod was returned, blue-grey gaze steady, glinting under the twitch of a brow.
@therapardalis asked ❛ you don’t seem surprised to see me. ❜
Rain pattered against the nautolan’s dark cloak as she waited in front of the old holovid store, abandoned years ago due to bankruptcy. Puddles reflected neon greens, pinks, and purples, and the smell of wet asphalt hung in the air, which washed away the usual scent of garbage that hung in the alleyways. Vi inhaled and hummed.
A voice spoke, and Vi’s pink lips curled into a smirk. “Of course not. I’m the one who called you here.” She pulled her hood down. “Hello, Thera. It’s been a while. I have a job for you.”
A hint of pink lekku was her first clue. All-covering cloaks and hoods were pretty much a fashion item down here, away from the lights and slightly-less-danger of the main entertainment strip, but the rain was an added incentive. Serendipity, in a way.
Thera's own covering gathered droplets along the fabric's edge, smaller ones lingering as she observed for a moment, taking in the extra rise of the hood that only added to the other being's height. Alone and waiting, that was expected - not so much the immediate, instinctive impression of familiarity. Then the figure turned, the tip of one tendril slipping into view before a face and dark Nautolan eyes.
"Vi!" An unbidden smile, rare crack in the armor when Thera was in 'work mode', then a pause; Good to see you, been an age, how are you - ? All ran through but went unspoken, followed the same way by a more serious lilt of what's going on?
Just supervise the set-up, they said. It'll be fun, they said. Well alright, those hadn't been the actual words, but the result was the same; Thera walking the paneled floor of the Special Exhibits Gallery, low heels clicking. A small group of workers stood by the entrance, waiting for her final 'OK' that meant the job was finished and they could go home.
She let her gaze wander over the display cases, the signage, the lights, the security cameras set high in the corners. Weeks of planning, the combined efforts of tradesmen setting things up, curators arranging the items for exhibit, and now the after-hours janitors sweeping up the last of the sawdust and the marks of work boots left on the tiles.
"Thank you, everyone," She said at last, turning to offer them a smile, "I think we're good." Murmurs came back to her as they departed, leaving her among the cases and the quiet, alone except for the casual swish of the cleaner's broom.
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the be honest meme. aka things you lowkey want to talk about but don’t because you don’t know how to bring it up. send me a number and i’ll tell you the honest truth. either a simple yes or no answer or a detailed response.
What would prevent you from following someone?
Are aesthetics important to you? If they are, why?
What current rp trend do you hate?
How do you explain rp to someone in the real world?
Do you prefer interacting with male muses or female more? Why?
Do you prefer writing male muses or female more? Why?
What’s your opinion on call out posts?
Name any three things about the rpc that bother you.
What is your opinion on exclusivity? Do you practice it? Why / why not?
Have you ever had a bad experience with commissions? As either someone who makes them or as someone who buys them?
What do you know now about rp that you wish you knew when you first started?
Have you been involved in drama? Do you regret it?
Have you ever thought about leaving rp? What caused it? What changed your mind?
Do you think rp has had a positive or negative affect on your life or you as a person?
How has rp changed you personally?
If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why?
Have you ever sent a message to yourself on anon? Why?
Have you ever sent hate to yourself on anon? Why?
Do you delete anon hate or post and address it? Why?
Have you ever felt pressured to write something you weren’t comfortable with?
Have you ever followed someone because you felt like you had to, not because you wanted to?
What would make you block someone?
Have you ever stolen something from someone else?
Have you ever had something stolen from you? If so, how did you handle it?
Are you open to duplicates? Why / why not?
How do you feel about vague posting?
Do you follow people even if they don’t follow you back?
Do you read people’s rules before following or interacting?
What is your opinion on “reblog karma” and do you practice it?
How have you responded to popular slang used on tumblr? Do you use it in every day life? Do you use it at all?
Is there something you don’t know the meaning of but you haven’t asked anyone because you think it’s supposed to be general knowledge? Was there ever something you had to ask someone to explain?
Have you ever experienced discrimination?
How do you feel about personal blogs following your rp blog?
Have you ever cried while writing a reply?
Do you read other people’s threads or do you only read your own?
What’s one thing that other people seem to hate that doesn’t bother you?
How do you feel about tagging triggers? Do you tag them? How do you determine what is triggering content and what isn’t?
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There exists an appeal, as it were, in this form of trespassing. In touring the halls, rooms and offices reserved for the top executives at Alchemax. Territory that, be it just random luck, or the work of a deity with a sense of humour, was his to inherit... some day, anyway. Hopefully not any time soon.
As, rather than run (again) the company that he had once tried to quit, a whole lifetime ago, such a desire was far from his mind, given current company. A venture that had started out as an attempt to gather records that weren't retrievable by hacking, that were exclusively his own, no matter how much Stone dipped into them during board meetings.
In this regard, they had completed step one, seizing what could be piled into the waterproof gearbag resting against Miguel's hip, sporting intentions of making a return trip when... jammit! The autonomous systems that featured in so many establishments in this wretched city showed signs of life, functions starting up again after the powerlines that supplied this section of Alchemax headquarters with energy were ever so mysteriously snipped, rather than slashed! (He'd learnt that particular lesson the hard way!)
Nonetheless, realising their time was up, an exit is sought, the conventional sort, rather than an escape at... god-knows how many feet in the air, that undoubtedly would've left behind a trail comprised of broken glass. In place of this, Miguel runs alongside Thera, grinning all the way to the exit door and past it, soaked thoroughly in less time than it takes to verbalise his surprise.
"Jamn! Guess we forgot to check the forecast, huh?" Awash with mirth, he resigns himself to damp clothes and the inevitable drying off that'll arise later, a fate that leaves no noticeable mark or slackening of the hand he's dedicated himself to holding, keen to stay in her orbit at every hurdle encountered on this adventure together. Something that, in a surprising twist to himself, he starts to hope lasts for another while yet.
"Hmm... And put an end to matters so soon? Nah, not yet." Making a show of pretending that he was handling a decision of great importance, he falls in favour of commandeering the roof for an extended length of time, ready and willing to present reasons in favour of staying, if needed.
With rain streaming off his head, it occurs to him to add; "Something tells me you're in no rush to move on, either. Would that be a fair guess to make?"
Cold rain holds no appeal. It's a necessity, as always, but definitely something Thera prefers to watch rather than be out in. Summer rain on the other hand, the kind that's made of heat and humidity the clouds can't hold anymore? That's just a relief, a blessing to turn one's face up to and enjoy.
It's also ... Thera runs both hands over her hair, pushing back tendrils loose from her ponytail, aware of the curve slipping into her smile. It's also a reminder of times at home, warm water from a faucet rather than the sky ... "I don't think we should rush," She murmurs, close enough now that she has to arch back to see his face, to 'brace herself' with a hand to his chest as she does, sliding over wet fabric where it clings to skin underneath. "If they're on alert, someone might see us."
A transparent excuse, as much so as the pseudo-corporate white shirt she's wearing, rain-molded to collarbone and the upper rounds of her breasts. Tyler Stone is more an irritant now than a danger, her dislike of him adding to the mischievous spark of her thoughts. Eyes glint, lashes blinking droplets away as her hand rises to Miguel's collar, twitch of brow innocent yet very much not.
"I just remember that you're quite a water-baby," Thera purrs, "and this is partly your building. And ... " Rising on her toes, fingers tightening on his collar to pull him down, "What Tyler doesn't know won't hurt him."
Embarassment flushed hotly beneath the major's skin, coloring his cheeks with a shade of scarlet not too dissimilar from that of his dress coat. Basil knew that he needn't feel such shame in the presence of a dear friend, but a lifetime of societal expectation and service told him that he should. It felt as if he'd submitted entirely to a pathetic weakness.
"I will be." Basil responded after a moment of silence. "If I can prepare myself for the shock, it doesn't bother me. But when I am caught off guard, it feels as if I'm still... cowering behind cover while Napoleon rains hellfire upon me."
Now was obviously not the time to mention that she'd met Napoleon, in Paris during the brief respite between his wars. Aside from the immediate, it was one of those matters that would tangle the age Basil believed her to be.
"It ... happens like that." She offered instead, looking down at her shoes - or rather where they ought to be under the hem of her skirts. "Once survival instinct gets into your blood, it doesn't listen to logic anymore." A pause, then, "If you'd like me to pretend a headache so we can leave, just let me know."
Thera had made sure he kept his key. It was first given ages before, to keep him from either knocking or breaking in when he showed up at all hours, beaten half to hell ... sometimes literally. She let him keep it when she left town, pretending it was to 'check in on the place' from time to time, but they both knew that wasn't the real reason.
She wasn't always going to be around, but trouble following Harry Dresden was much more reliable and the key was tacit agreement that he could still use the apartment as a bolt-hole when need be.
Which meant that there was no real surprise on her second morning back to find him stretched on the long couch, bruised and sleepy-eyed. Thera glanced to see if he was awake, then padded past to make them both coffee.
"Life is ... lifing." A short phrase to cover a lot, her hands busy setting out cups, "Got in a few fights, cleaned up a few messes, you know how it is. How about you? Anything I need to watch out for?"
"You're really pretty"
[casually leaving this here xD feel free to take aaany liberties with it!]
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"Am I?" There's a husk in her voice, softness that has the weight of velvet. It samples the words like a test, teases with them as a smile curves lips pinked and plush. Their work lingers on Miguel's skin, fading too fast as always but the effect very plain. Thera sits up, weight settling, pressing down where she's perched astride. A stretch, then, smooth and enough to make her hips move just a touch, her ears tuned for his gasp.
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"I'm not going to disagree with that," Anakin agrees with a small nod of head. Despite his attunement to the force, not even a Jedi has access to a limitless pool of energy. Sure he's agile and strong, but he gets tired and injured just as easily as anyone else.
Ideally the war wouldn't just pause. Ideally it would stop with a profound and peaceful resolution. Sadly it doesn't seem as though the war is going to pause or stop anytime soon. Everyone is eager, almost desperately starving to get what they want. Neither side wants to compromise.
Anakin can't single handedly stop the war, but he can solve their hunger. "Dinner is a good place to start. I think Rex said something about Wrecker hunting a deer? I know Rex himself found some vegetables. Might be a 'grill what you find' sort of night unless you want to eat rations." At the mention of scary stories, Anakin adds, " surely you know a spooky ghost story or two."
Thera appreciates, deeply, that the exhaustion of her body and mind politely waits its turn. It builds under the adrenaline of a fight, when things must be done and there isn't time to slow down, but it doesn't rise far enough to get in the way. The flip side, on the other hand, is that when the battle is over and it's safe to feel tired, the entire load of it hits her all at once.
Her body doesn't want to move, her brain doesn't want to think. She has enough to raise a glass, to slap some of the boys on the back, to check on the wounded ... but making a decision, planning something even as ordinary as a meal? Her thoughts rebel, a tiredness that is all too happy to leave the details to the Jedi. Except ...
"'Hunting'?" She echoes, brow creasing in doubt, "Wrecker will adopt the darn thing!" A pause, and scratch of fingers in her hair, "Unless it's already in a butcher's window somewhere." There's the pop of a gas canister in the bonfire, the hydraulics of a battle droid's joint, and voices rise in a cheer. Thera chuckles, shakes her head. "Let's go see what we can find. But I think my only story will be about a pilot who has some food and goes to bed."
At the snicker at his fake beard, Rex emits a heavy sigh and shoots her a sharp look. Rex knows the beard looks like a mess, but it's the best he could get last minute. If it wasn't against regulation he would have rather grown out his own.
The fancy clothes he's wearing are a far crime for his rough and tumble battle armor. He feels like a child dressing up for show. He feels vulnerable. He tugs at his collar subconsiously, as if stretching it a bit will magically make him feel more at eae.
"I could rather unironically use a drink," Rex confesses with a soft chuckle. If they have to play it this slow and careful all night this is going to be an incredibly long undercover gig.
Armor would indeed be a reassurance. Thera's become used to doing dangerous jobs wearing ... well, less than she is now, a Hutt's throne room having a different dress code to high society. But all the same it would be nice to have a little something more between herself and whatever might be waiting.
Something other than Rex, of course. She doesn't expect them to be openly attacked in the middle of the ballroom - more likely discreetly escorted somewhere private where the real trouble will start - but she hopes he won't do anything silly like try to shield her if it turns out she's guessed wrong.
And as for the beard ... she catches the look, and her eyes spark with mischief in return. "I'm sorry." A light lean of her head against his shoulder, a companionable nudge that also lends itself to their cover, "I'd tidy it up for you if I could." She leads the way toward the table where staff are serving drinks, pouring different concoctions into glassware that glitter like the chandeliers overhead.
