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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"I warn you - I don't really play nice."
(( what if I tried writing Gurney Halleck idk ))
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"I've heard." Of course she had. There were few in this end of the Imperium who hadn't heard of Gurney Halleck. Battle scarred, grizzled veteran, Atreides Warmaster ...Thera gave a glance and nod, respectful acknowledgement. "I wouldn't expect anything less."
Weapons were weighed in her hand, not troubled by the man's declaration but simply taking it on board. Neither cowardice nor overconfidence had a place here. She wasn't the scrappy brat who had run away from home to the Ecazi military, or the raw cadet climbing through the ranks; light glinted over the rounds of her shoulders, feet stood square as she selected a sword for the upcoming bout. Thera knew she was capable, but she also knew she wasn't in Halleck's league.
Not yet. Maybe not for a very long time, if at all. But today, she hoped, would be the first step on the path. She wasn't here as an opponent but to be tested, a would-be recruit to the forces of House Atreides. She didn't expect she could beat Gurney, but that wasn't the point; the point was to give it all she had, to fight like she thought she could.
A Holtzman Shield flickered to life around her, shimmered at the very edges of her vision as she walked to the center of the room, sword in hand, and waited.
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Ah little Kraken, bold are you. Restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. Ah, of course, they are but the same object. Oh wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle would you? You have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly.
But off your guard, elsewhere of the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. Your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer.
You do not have to be strong all the time love, there's nothing wrong with being soft. Vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? Strength is not always your greatest tool, your heart is good. Put down Excalibur, and use your words. You'll find they will carry you much farther. Not everything in life is a battle.
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"Loki? This still says I'm a Kraken!"
Is she ignoring the rest of it in favour of an in-joke? Yes, very much so. She'll set down her sword only as long as the world stops giving her a need for it.
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Tagged by: @stxincd
Tagging: @princesilvertongue, @iobartach / @gearrscealta, @deficd, @reverdies, @herstoriies, @eldritchsign and whoever would like to do it (multis, your choice of which muses ;))
📚 let's catch Keiko up on 60 years of missed publications
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'Do you want to do this the electronic way, or the legwork way?'
It had been an honest question, with just a little bit of an ulterior one; would Keiko prefer a reason to get out of the basement for a while? Sixty years was a long time to be out of touch, including from the scientific community with advances in different fields seeming to move ever-faster.
More recent archives were becoming available online in places May or Tim could find even if she and Keiko couldn't, but going back further still required a visit to a Library - specifically in this case, the Alexandria Library Special Collections. Thera couldn't pretend she wasn't amused by the name.
The promise of fresh air encouraged the decision, and Thera parked a short way down the block before opening her door and climbing out. "I'm guessing the traffic is a bit more insane than you remember, as well!"
@therapardalis said: ❝ i do not seek battles, battles just seem to seek me. ❞
"Well, UNIT isn't exactly the best place to avoid battles. I would ask you why you came here but it's not like you had much of a choice in the matter did you. But at least your time here is almost up." Alistair paused for a moment the cleared his throat. "You made quite the impression around here. You're presence will be missed. It will be missed greatly by those who have had the pleasure of getting to know you."
"Yes and no. I was made aware you were active military when I was assigned. Strictly an office role, they told me, but I wasn't terribly concerned if it were otherwise." A half-smirk and wry click of her tongue, "Those battles that seek me usually regret it." Her most enduring battle had been with a certain 'advisor' within the UNIT ranks, as she was sure everyone remembered.
She paused when Alistair did, glance moving to the window purely for a second's distraction. "I shall miss being here. I've become rather fond. However ... given I'm 'inducted' now and my NDA is signed I'd be available as a consultant, as needs."
PROMPTS FOR THE FORCED PROXIMITY TROPE
* assorted dialogue for the moments and circumstances that force two characters to spend time together, adjust as necessary
who said i agreed to any of this?
i said i would help you. i didn't say i would be nice to you while i'm helping you.
you scratch my back and i'll scratch yours.
oh no. don't tell me it's locked.
i was hired to protect you. that's my job.
i'm actually starting to tolerate you, believe it or not.
i don't want to be stuck here with you.
i'll work with anyone but you.
i'm not letting you sleep on the floor.
they're forcing me to work with you and i don't like it.
how long do you think we'll be stuck here?
is that the only tent we have?
i think we're snowed in here. we'd better find a way to stay warm.
it's going to take a few days for them to reach us.
you sleep in that room, and i'll take this one.
you can't get rid of me that easily.
i'm just going to come right out and say it - i hate being here just as much as you do, but we have to make this work.
don't get any ideas.
i'm going to see if they'll switch my room.
until you came along, i had this under control.
if we're going to survive this, we'd better work together.
why did they sit me next to you?
i'd like to be as far away from you as possible.
out of all the people in the world, i had to get stuck with you.
guess you're just gonna have to get over it.
i thought you were worse than this.
i'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.
you're not exactly my favorite person to be around.
well, get used to it. i'm not leaving.
i told them i don't need a bodyguard.
i never wanted to spend this much time with you.
all this time spent together has really opened my eyes.
you're not as bad as i thought you were.
we might as well try to get along.
i guess i should learn a little bit about you.
i think that means we're the only ones left.
there's no way i'm sharing a room with you.
you again? i've seen enough of you already.
i thought [name] was coming. why are you here?
they're counting on us to save them.
since we'll be here for a while... might as well make the best out of it.
i think we can set aside our differences for two minutes and work this out.
honestly, i think i was wrong about you at first.
there's absolutely no way i'm working with you.
fine, but you're sleeping on the floor. i'll take the bed.
as your bodyguard, i'm supposed to stay with you at all times.
i think we're snowed in for a while.
you could always sleep on this side of the bed.
we have to at least pretend we like each other.
the whole point in having a bodyguard is for me to keep you safe.
i don't like asking for your help, but here i am, asking.
you and i are the only ones who can deal with this.
you don't have a say in the matter.
looks like we're stuck here.
just sleep in the bed with me. i'll even make a pillow wall between us.
i'm not sharing a tent with you.
i need you to stay out of my way.
could you at least "guard" me from over there? why do you have to stand so close?
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First Meetings
@therapardalis said: “That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”
"Hmph. Hasn't anyone ever told you that a true magician never reveals his tricks?"
Isaac scoffs dismissively, his narrow shoulders rising and falling in a matching gesture. For just a moment, the investigator's expression remains firmly cantankerous. He's only playing, though, and his scowl soon shifts into a coy, little grin.
"But I'm a doctor, not a magician. It's actually just two tricks performed in quick succession. First, I do something often called 'forcing the card', where I make sure that the one you chose is always where I want it to be. For this trick, I always want it to be on top of the deck."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" There's an emphasis on the words that could be serious but not quite, in a way Isaac will probably see through - but regardless hints that she might just step away before he gets a chance to brag, which is as cruel as putting a treat packet away unopened.
She doesn't get the chance to see the reaction, though, as he drops his act before she fully commits to hers. "Ah, I see ... " Or she thinks she does. She's only known him a short while, but already learned you can never really be sure, "Not so much guessing the card as making sure I pick the right one in the first place."
A pause, and click of her tongue, "I'm good with cards at the poker table, not so much with magic tricks."
@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."
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“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.
