#Mira answers

[miradelletarot]

Gale Distraction Time:

I wonder how many times Gale is thrown off by Tav's very minor, normal yet caring, actions once things are said and done in their adventures. Or hell, things that could have happened in down time at camp that were too minute to really put a whole cutscenes towards. Things that seems so ordinary, but that Gale has done without for so long he doesn't even recognize.

Examples that come to my mind.

Throwing a blanket over him if he's reading and seems cold.

Handing him the next ingredient he needs while he's cooking.

Taking his hand to massage pressure points when he has a headache or muscles when he makes a straining noise.

A random hug from behind when he's struggling with some research at his desk.

Bringing him a drink or snack when he's been too immersed in a project to realize they're needed.

I could probably continue for a while, but point is, he has been on his own too long. Tara can only do so much. And even when he was with Mystra, you know it's not a relationship he was cared for in this manner. He'd do something for himself once it became necessary, but to have somebody think of it, and help or comfort? Just simple actions like this, I think, for him, would be foreign for some time.

Oh these are just lovely! Maybe I am biased, but I totally see Sagora doing all of this for Gale...especially as feelings develop during their adventure. Of course, I imagine any Tav would be this sweet to our favorite wizard. **this post inspired a little (sfw) treato so i hope you like it lol** _____________ You notice Gale was unusually absent from this evening's dinner around the campfire. It wasn't like him to call for supper then suddenly leave for his tent. You decide to give him some space for now, and eat your meal with the others, but the nagging in the back of your mind sours your appetite. You walk over to his tent and, upon hearing the shuffling of books within, you call out his name softly so as not to startle him. "Oh...Tav. Come in." His usually cheerful tone was strained, and weary. When you walk in you see that the book he was trying to read is splayed out on his lap, open to the page he left off on, and his head buried in his hands as he tries to massage his temples. He groans inwardly trying to will away whatever pain he's feeling. You kneel beside him, and gently place your hand on his thigh, gazing at him with worried eyes. "Here," you say softly, as you take one of his hands between both of yours. "Just relax." Your warm whisper hums in the space between you, and his head lulls back against the heap of pillows he's created for himself. You begin to knead the soft flesh between his thumb and pointer finger, massaging it slightly until you search for the pressure point. He inhales sharply, wincing at the jolt of pain that courses through his hand. It takes seconds for him to exhale, his shoulders dropping along with his escaping breath as the tension begins to melt. "Gods," he breathed. "I don't know what you're doing exactly...but it seems to be having a wonderous effect on this cursed headache." You smile as you slowly release his pressure point, and massage his hand. You gently set his hand down on his lap, and reach for the other, repeating your ministrations just as before. When you place his other hand in his lap, you shift to get a better angle, and begin to massage his temples, his scalp, even reaching for his hairbrush, and combing through his wavy locks in hopes that the repeated care will help soothe him further. It's only when you notice that not only are his eyes closed, his breathing has slipped into a soft, even rhythm. "Gale?" You whisper.

Silence. You smile softly at how beautiful he looks when he's asleep...at peace. It takes a great deal of effort to move through the tent without tripping on a book, or a stack of parchment he's left lying around, but you manage, and fetch a thin blanket that's sitting at the foot of his bedroll. Without even moving the book from his lap, you fan the blanket out with a soft flick, and float it down over the sleeping wizard. "Goodnight, Gale."

[natsukosmxsez]

“Miraa. Mira, Mira, Miraa-”

The girl today chose to just bother the psychiatrist. No apparent reason, matter of fact nothing important, she was Just bored today and decided to make the other's Life a living hell for 24 hours. She poked the other's shoulder with a finger, softly enough to not make a den of course.

“Miraaaa.”

“ you have some explaining to do, why are you bugging me so much today? “ {Mira looked at the other.} “ do you need to talk, do you want tea or something? Or are you just in a mood..? “ {Mira observed the other, trying to figure out what was going on, why it was going on and other things like that.}

@qof-diamonds

[goddesstrolls]

Hi Ramira! I'm curious what your deal is :0

"If you figure it out, let me know, yeah?"

"I thought my magic was scary, but have you seen the trolls I'm related to?"

"Seriously, the better question is what the deal is with my lineage."

[crow-collective15]

thank you for my "everyone says please and thank you" potion . . . I am drinking it now :3c /silly!

Hehe, I thought you’d like that!!!

Enjoy the everyone says please and thank you potion!!!!/silly

[miraneko19]

Omg hi! What anime is that on your blog's banner??!! :o also, i freaking love one piece too and your pfp is wonderful

Hi!! I'm so sorry I didn't see this sooner, it's Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint! It's currently a web novel and a Manhwa (can be found on webtoon), it doesn't have an anime yet sadly ToT but it's only a matter of time since Solo Leveling got one! And tysm love 💙💙 I'm happy to get an ask from a fellow one piece lover and I hope this helped!

[mirasmirages]

Gasp! Another Mira? And another Mirage, on top of that? And another Mirage in the whump community? Looks like I've found my doppelganger.

(My username doesn't have "Mira" in it on this account since this is my whump account, I only introduce myself as Mirage in my pinned post, LOL.)

👀 There's two of us!!!

Hello! *waves as if I'm standing in front of a mirror*

[hylianzs]

When did you become a fan of zelink?

oh this is a great one!!

to begin, Zelda has always been an interest of mine. I liked it when I was four and then at the age of 10 or so i played Oot 3D and Skyward. In oot I felt they were cute together and then skyward just solidified it for me bc they were so in love there!! eventually also bc of the reincarnation i just began to ship them across all universes, though in some i don't fully ship them such as TP (I like the ship at times but midzel has a grip on me after the TP manga released)

[heartsmajestymira]

Do you believe in love?

Do I believe in love? Why of course, darling Grey--I'm the Queen of Hearts, after all.

I've heard you've been going around inquiring such, but the answers you seek just aren't falling from the lips of those you ask! Why not reveal yourself and teach us all what is the true meaning of love, hm~?

I'd even be open to discussing it one-on-one with you over a cup of tea and an endless nightmare game of croquet!

—Mira ���

[miravomitpuppy]

Hi you are literally so pretty

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank youuuuu. That's so cute

[mirayladraws]

omg was your birthday on November 19th too!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🎊🎊

It waas!!(Teams Scorpio) How did you know? 😳

Is your birthday on the same date as well?? 👀

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[miradelletarot]

What's your favorite thing about Gale? I hope you feel better soon! 🥺

This is, perhaps the most difficult question for me...there's so much to love!! I don't think I have a *favorite* honestly because he's so damn lovely I can't honestly pick one thing. But, to satisfy the question, I think I will say his vulnerability.

It's a beautifully brave thing to be vulnerable. To let your walls come down, and bear your soul to someone. Especially someone you just met, and you both have a tadpole in your eyes.

Gale takes a quick assessment of your personality and basically says 'yeah, this is a good one,' and proceeds to reveal this darkness within him (that he's SURE you will push him away for). But, he takes that risk at a great cost to his well-being. If you tell him to leave your party, he's taking Midnight Tears, and condemning himself to death (because he'll have no choice). If you offer him support, and let him stay however, he lights up like a beacon. Again, if/when you and Gale become romantic, he's not one to shy away from expressing himself even if it means the result is scaring you away (which we all know he seems to anticipate because...why would anyone love a former chosen?) But again, he's met with love and respect. As your friendship/romance blossoms, so too does his ability to be vulnerable. He's grown to trust you, and value your perspective because you have put your trust in him after all this time. By the end of it all, he's less and less afraid to share the deepest parts of himself with you, and with less fear of rejection.

With that vulnerability comes a deep sense of love, respect, tenderness, and fondness. He feels so much and so deeply that he can't contain himself, but he totally expects everyone around him to cast him aside like an old copy of the Baldur's Mouth.

I hope that answered your question!

And...I'll be ok. Rough day at work, and honestly? I'm not sure what my future is at the office job. Which gives me a great deal of concern, but alas. We press on, and hope for a better tomorrow.

[smol-lizord]

not really an ask, but I just wanted to say that I love seeing your lizzer gposes every time they are on my dash c:

(anon bc im shy don't judge)

Thank youuuuuu 🥺💙 that really means a lot to me! I really really love my lizzer wol 😭💙

[pinkmirth]

i need more cowboi reiner tryna knock u up pls 🥺 👉 👈

⸻ STUFFED!

SYNOPSIS ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ reiner just can’t seem to control how hungry he is for you. what better way to make you his than by stuffing you full of him?

CONTAINS ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ ( 2.5k+ words of . . . ) cowboy!reiner x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern au, countryside setting, established relationship, reiner has a big fat breeding kink, sex flashbacks, doggie style, standing sex, creampie, use of pet names (ex. mama, sugar, honey), reader calls reiner ‘papa’, mentions of pregnancy, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

MY LOVE NOTE! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ it’s undeniable that cowboy reiner’s got a raging breeding kink. thanks so much for sending in your thoughts, my love! now here’s rei-rei bein’ a shameless feen for his pretty girl! 🎀

reiner’s terribly distracted.

the last thing he wants to do is lay blame, but in a way, you’re the reason why. the mere thought of you is enough to make this cowboy go buckwild. rei-rei swears he usually has more self control, it’s just that you strip him of all common sense.

you, pretty little you, make him all scatterbrained. his head’s been filled with nothing but romantics and vulgarities ever since he took you on a date seven months ago. you’ve turned him into some fool in love, for goodness’ sake.

memories of last night’s escapades come to mind. his mouth practically waters when remembering your plush ass; how you tossed it onto his pelvis with an arching back and swaying tits, peering at him with the sultriest smile, not to mention those glimmering bedroom eyes of yours. he recalls having to hold you still, so you wouldn’t be able to squirm away if his pounding were to become too much. you were soft, he remembers, so soft. the flesh of your hips would squish beneath the imposing pressure of his callous fingers, digging tighter into your sides whenever you’d flutter around the girth of him. he remembers the way he came inside with a rumbly moan, leaving your pussy full and the sheets wet . . . he wants to do it all over again.

with all that’s going on in that perverse little mind of his, he can hardly bring himself to focus on feeding the cattle. the only thing that can solve his problem is its source; you. and just like that, reiner’s dropping whatever he’d been doing before. his chores can surely wait, but this surge of desire can’t be overlooked. not a thing matters as much as finding you, fucking you, filling you.

he rounds the barn, passes by the apple trees and the horse stables in search of you. his cock pulses with every step, prodding stubbornly against the soft cotton of his boxers, now smeared with sticky precum. reiner brings a hand down to provide himself some relief, palming his boner with a low grunt. he’s so fucking hard that it almost hurts. that’s what he gets for fantasizing about you for the past thirty minutes and doing nothing about it until now.

with heavy steps, reiner makes his entrance into the farmhouse and is met by the sight of you lounging in the living room. you’re seated on the floral-print recliner with your pedicured toes propped up, all nice and comfortable. you’re wearing the dainty string of pearls he bought you for your birthday earlier in the year. pride flushes throughout his chest when seeing how prettily it rests on your collarbone.

you greet your man with a glossy smile, one that makes his dick throb beneath his hay-specked coveralls. reiner wonders if you’ve taken note of just how red he looks, rosy heat scattered across his face, from the highs of his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. he can feel his skin blazing with complete and total need.

reiner elicits a weak mumble of ‘hey, sugar. . .’, a stark contrast to your tone being all light and cheery as you ramble on about the cute little mini-skirt you’re crocheting for yourself. ‘since the weather’s getting warmer,’ you chime.

reiner loves you. he really, truly does, but he simply isn’t in the headspace to pay mind to the mundane task you’re occupied with at the moment— not when he’s this close to tearing off your summer dress, bending you over, peeling himself out of his spurred boots and pumping you full of every drop of cum he has to offer. fuck, he’s breathing harder now. gradually, he feels his resolve slip.

“you alright, honey?” you set down your crocheting hook, staring up at him with big, curious eyes. your voice, soft and consoling, grounds him just a little. reiner pulls off his signature cowboy hat, sets it on the nearby coffee table, and ruffles his hair so it falls into place. “yeah, i’m just—“ a pause amidst his sigh. truthfully, he’s here because he wants to fuck you pregnant. “i wanted t’see you, is all.” he settles on saying that instead. it’s much sweeter, all the more more romantic. less fetish-y. you probably would’ve looked at him funny if he admitted to crossing the entire farm by foot just so he could fill you up.

“aw, rei! you were missin’ me?” you laugh out of flattery. oh, your reiner. he’s so sweet in his own right. your boyfriend wants to ‘see you’, as he claims, like he hadn’t woken you up with nibbles to your neck, taken a (somewhat long, fairly busy) shower with you this morning, and ate breakfast alongside you before heading off to tend to the farm. you assume he can’t help but cling to you and want more.

it’s sudden, but welcomed, how reiner closes in on you. he draws near like a magnet, until the space between you no longer exists. he’s crouching down to the level of the chair, hovering over you to press a kiss on your lips. “mhm. missed you so bad, mama,” he mumbles against your mouth. in reply, you whisper onto his lips, something about how he’s always ‘so eager.’ he leans into you, desperate for more, and the chair creaks underneath the addition of his weight. he’s a large man, anyone can tell. his brawny build and imposing height never fail to make you feel safe underneath him. 

reiner dips his head low and plants one, two, three sloppy kisses along your warm neck, and it gets you hotter than the southern heat. he leaves saliva in his wake, trailed by the lightest of bruises from his suctioning lips. he tries to undo your clothes and his, but the small space that this decade-old chair provides won’t allow for it. besides, it wouldn’t be wise of him to make you squirt on a family heirloom. “this won’t do,” he clicks his teeth, decidingly picking you up. your legs wrap around his torso like second nature, arms circled around the back of his muscular neck.

“reiii, baby wait!” you draw out the call of his name, but all it does is coax him further. can’t you tell that your voice is only making him harder? that your whines urge him to fuck you silly? 

“wait?” he reiterates, grinding up into your clothed core. you shudder upon contact. “what for?” from beneath the denim he wears, you can feel his stiffness poke against your flimsy panties. “don’t you wanna head to bed first, honey? hm?” you whine into his neck. it takes a good eight seconds for him to respond.

“uh-uh,” reiner gives you a half-hearted grunt, with his gaze fixed on your cleavage that the low neckline of your dress presents to him. obviously, he’s interested in other things. “here’s just fine, sugar.” he’s strong enough to fuck you standing up with nothing else supporting him, and you know that. he doesn’t need a goddamn mattress.

reiner’s large hands grab at your underside, using your ass as the perfect leverage to press you close to him. this is your third time fucking this week, and it’s only tuesday. you’d mention it, but he’s too busy kissing down the valley of your breasts. impatience seeps through his every movement, from how he grasps at your thighs to keep you upright, to eagerly feeling along your lower half like it’s his first time touching your body.

“slow down, rei.” begrudgingly, reiner removes his lips from your chest. he finally calms for just a moment, so that he can meet your beautiful eyes. your face has been overtaken by a subtle pout. “m’sorry, honey,” he murmurs between a deep kiss, all wet and tongue-filled. you assume that’s supposed to be his form of an apology. his toned arm re-fastens itself around your body, holding you tight, while the other bunches up your dress and pushes down his bottoms, “but i need you. so fuckin’ bad.” you could never deny him and that sweet southern drawl. he knows that his smooth mouth works magic on you— he always gets what he wants from his pretty girl. 

now freed of any confines, reiner lowers his hand to stroke at the base of his dick, tugging himself with a low hiss. involuntarily, his hips buck. “you can finish up that skirt later, hm?” he releases himself and appoints his attention to you, the pads of his fingers circling your clit in just the way you like. your head falls forward onto his broad shoulder. “hell, i’ll even buy you some o’those frilly ones at that fancy mall you like goin’ to . . .” he utters partially to you and a little to himself, still occupied with keeping pressure on your bud. by now, with your head thrown back, you’ve already forgotten what you were working on in the first place.

having done this countless times before, reiner’s quickly able to find your dripping entrance. the drag of his tip through your puffy folds causes a ‘shlck’ sound to elicit. reiner smiles to himself; you’re embarrassingly wet. your hips begin to swivel and writhe, that’s how he knows you’re getting as needy as he. choosing not to waste any more time, he pushes himself inside with one swift motion. you cry out from the stretch, already fluttering around the first few inches he gives you. so far, it's just the tip and some, but he's so wide.

“goddamnit, baby . . . i fuckin’ love this pussy,” reiner grunts through clenched teeth. he’d usually start off with a shallow thrust and ease you into it, but he isn’t feeling as patient. every thrust is fast-paced, almost rushed. the impact has you bouncing in his arms, all as he continues his unrelenting efforts.

“s’good, rei— so good,” wavering moans spill past your lips. he hisses when your manicured nails dig into the hot flesh of his firm, round biceps. you squeeze around him until his eyes go rolling back. “i know, mama. i know,” reiner whines and groans, because it’s all he can manage to do. if he was air-headed about you earlier, surely he’s braindead now. he pumps into you rapidly, restlessly, but he still finds a way to make it feel so thorough. that’s probably because he’s fucking huge; incredibly endowed, like every other big and buff part of him. with a cock this thick, how could he not strike every nerve and hit every spot? 

he rolls his hips up into you with breathtaking fervor, fucks into you until he’s balls deep within your pulsating cunt. sweat dripping down his furrowed brow, he rasps out, “can’t wait to fill you up,” sloppy kisses follow, and his tongue slides across yours as he mumbles on about cumming inside, stuffing you full, making you his. you finally know what he’s doing, you should’ve known all along— he’s going to pump his cum into you as deep as he can get it to go. thrust his seed into your pliant womb until he’s fucked a baby into you. 

the mere thought of makin’ you a mama has his head spinning. reiner’s breath catches in his throat, and your sounds heighten in pitch— the pair of you can tell that you’re bound to reach ecstasy. he squats a bit lower, goes a little faster, attempting to propel you both into your orgasms. it’s coming on like an impending wave; your belly tightens, toes curling from where your heels dig into reiner’s strong back.

he knows you’ve come undone once your smooth, ridge-like walls begin to spasm around him, to the point where he can hardly pull back or push in further. he likes to think that it’s your pretty pussy’s way of begging for his cum. still, he doesn’t let up, not until you’re thoroughly impregnated. “jus’ a lil more. hold on ‘fa me, honey, m’kay?” he pleads through throaty whimpers. weakly, you nod. the overstim makes you pant and mewl, biting onto the damp skin of his exposed jugular to try and quiet yourself.

reiner slams you down onto him, the veins in his forearms bulging as he desperately grasps onto the globes of your ass. the resounding slap of skin rings around his tingling ears, lewd sounds floating throughout the otherwise quiet farmhouse.

“g’na let papa fill you up? yeah?” you cry out a weak ‘mhm!’ along with other pleas of how much you want it; want him. his balls twitch and his abdomen goes tense. “m'close,” he gruffly whispers. you decide to spur him on: “g-gimme your babies, papa, i need it!” that’s all he needs to topple over the edge. “oh fuck, mama— m’gonnacum,” reiner’s words jumble together when he comes, coating your insides with warm globs of white. though his thighs never cease their trembling, he still maintains a steady hold on you, keeping your limp frame upright. 

reiner stays inside as a means of keeping all his seed plugged into you, just for good measure. he doubts that he’s got enough energy remaining to round up the cattle after this. his chest heaves slowly, and his hair’s a mess from all that pulling you were doing, but he’s more than satisfied. he's even got this dumb, blissed-out smile on his face to show his content. you're sure he's knocked you up thoroughly by now.

he’ll make sure to buy you a pregnancy test by next morning. 

[old-desert]

Isat beach episode

[noisyghost]

I just need you to know that Mira is perfect to me. We not only support women’s rights, we also support women’s wrongs. Especially if they’re sad <3

thank you for understanding my vision <3