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 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.
"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."
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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.
Let's see ... I already did a post about Tokyo/Japan in general here (2024, time flies!). Essentially she's not on good terms with some authorities and wouldn't actually live there, only stay briefly.
However, one thing she could be coaxed into doing is traveling on the Kishigawa Train Line to visit the cat stationmasters. She loves vintage trains in any case, so that's an extra lure.
For this she'd most likely be based in or around Wakayama for a few days at least, both for the train journey and to see some other sights. If it's only a few days to a week she'd most likely end up somewhere like the Candeo Nankai Wakayama, not extremely fancy but with a view of the river.
For a longer stay, the choice would be the Manpa Resort further south, more luxurious and with ocean views.
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Updated my rules (more a re-arrangement of what was already there).
If the main (or only) point of your blog is to write something that's listed under my 'No', we are not compatible. Please respect this and don't follow me, especially when I've already blocked you on other versions of your blog at least four times now.
A bad penny, showing up where I shouldn't. If only that didn't feel like all too familiar of a descriptor, these days. Keiko had never fit into her own era at the best of times, but in this one... She may have far more rights and respect, but how much did that impact when she belonged nowhere else but in this basement, a dead woman walking? A woman who had lost everything in the process, save for one granddaughter she'd never gotten to see grow up, and the organization she'd ultimately sacrificed her old life - not to mention Billy's, decades of Lee's, and the safety and stability of Hiroshi's and her grandchildren's - for.
"Wait - immortal?" Keiko echoed, brows furrowing. That reveal was certainly one way to snap her back out of her own spiraling thoughts. Maybe she shouldn't sound so surprised, given that she had already dedicated her life to studying creatures that seemed to survive anything and everything across generations, but... An immortal human? One who, it sounded, already had near exactly what Kentaro and Isabel were losing themselves to chase after.
Not only that, but Thera was insinuating the existence of, what? Gods and goddesses? Higher beings in secret pact with humanity? Of course Keiko had expected Thera to be different from the average woman, given how they'd met in the past - never mind that they were meeting again in the future, both untouched by time - but this? Even for Keiko, this explanation was a lot to take in. "That's... unexpected, to say the least."
She barely had any time to process that revelation, however, before her own question was hurled back her way. "Time dilation," Keiko answered without missing a beat. Her story wasn't exactly a secret within these halls, after all, even if that much was the impossibly short version of a much longer one. (Though not nearly as long as genuine immortality, to be fair.) "Space-time warping within a pocket dimension due to relative gravitational distortion. I was trapped there between 1959 and 2017... but for me, only approximately two months passed. Our last encounter was barely any time ago at all."
Thera let a slow smile ease onto her face, this time at the way the concern building in Keiko's expression suddenly blanked into surprise. It grew, turned into a chuckle and a wry shake of her head. "I know, right? That's why I tend to keep it under my hat." That's mostly a joke, a cover for the more genuine reasons that involved people thinking she was completely insane or trying to test the theory.
Then it was her turn to blink, not as much in surprise as in curiosity. "So ... sort of like a 'black hole' situation?" She stopped, held up one hand, "I'm wild-guessing, there - astrophysics isn't one of my fields. But ..." Another blink, "you were just suddenly popped back into the world sixty years later? Good gods, how are you doing with the culture shock?"
At least, Thera reflected to herself, she'd been able to adapt to changes as she went along! "But, hey ... I'm glad our last meeting wasn't bad enough for you to just punch me on sight!" Although, naturally, she was now thinking back to remember when that meeting had been. "Was that the time in the Dolomites? Northern Italy? I was never really sure back then if we were pulling in the same direction."
'Your team', she nearly said, rather than 'we', but caught herself in time. She remembered the two men who had been with Keiko at that time, but silently decided not to mention them unless the other woman did. Thera had grown used to people she knew ageing and dying, but again ... returning after 'two months' to find ... yeah, she wasn't going to get into that aspect. Better the two of them just keep comparing secrets like tea-ladies swapping recipes.
"Still," She shrugged lightly, gestured for Keiko to lead on down the hall as they continued, "at least we can be honest with each other about this stuff. Takes one kind of pressure off."
