#OC: Mira

[necromosss]

a little warm up after a while, drawing my boy ocs and their mums💖

[cheekylittlepupp]

The infamous leg hook

Ahh, why does Larian have to hide the angle from us...

[narianders-gt-hell]

So it turns out if I don’t draw smthn gt flavored every week with like. Some effort in it. I don’t actually have the motivation to do anything else 💀

[stupidgtblog]

G/t July Day 3: Plush

pillowwws!

[random-writerings]

Clone x OC Week Day 2

Prompt: Quality Time (+ Future, kinda)

Pairing: Mira x Wrecker

Set: Post-S3

Word Count: 334

Mira laughed loudly as Wrecker told her another story about how the Bad Batch had narrowly escaped death. 

“And then, the Rancor and I had to fight for dominance. It was exhausting!” 

“Oh, I’m sure. It sounds like you were very brave.” She passed him another dish, shaking her head. “Taking on an adult Rancor … honestly, it’s a wonder you boys are still alive.”

“Well, uh …” Wrecker scratched the back of his neck. “It was only a baby Rancor. But it was still huge!” he added as she raised an eyebrow at him.

Mira laughed again, clutching her stomach. With all the description he had given her, she had truly believed it was some sort of colossal beast. Trust Wrecker to over-exaggerate. 

When she regained her ability to breathe, Mira passed him another plate. They had been living together for a while and so they had created a system – Mira would wash the dishes, and Wrecker would put them away. It was a nice compromise where they both did an equal share of the work (and it definitely wasn’t because Mira couldn’t reach the top shelf in the cupboard). Usually, they would also have Deke, Stak, and Mox to help them – they were on drying duty most nights – but tonight, they were out with Jannah, Omega, and Lyana. So, just for tonight, Wrecker had been stuck on drying duty.

Wrecker threw the drying towel over his broad shoulder, putting the plate away gently. There had been a few incidents where he had broken a plate (or seven), but he was more aware of his strength now.

When they were done, they settled down on the couch and turned on the Holonet. Wrecker put an arm around Mira’s shoulder as she tucked herself into his side, rubbing circles on her upper arm. His other hand picked up hers, tracing the wrinkles on her fingertips caused by the water. He placed a sweet kiss on her head as they wound down for the night.

Tagging: @clonexocweek

[galaxy-of-simp]

Finally doing art again. Once again my OCs

1. Maul is exhausted with Anastasia and Savage. The two of them always have petty arguments.

2. When Mira first met the Bad Batch ut was awkward. But once Wrecker learned she is as much of a chaos lover as him, they became best friends, giving Hunter the biggest headache whenever they are together.

3. Rosa loves to meditate and often invites others to join her but her friends would rather learn to wield a lightsaber. When Kit heard about it, he wanted to join her without hesitation. His preference to be naked often intimidates others and Rosa is too nervous to tell him that thats the reason the others dont want to meditate with him. At least they finally have a friend to meditate with.

[succikko-draws]

We tried to kick our own asses into drawing more with my beloved @loutrem so we picked a bunch of characters to draw in random fashion styles using a wheel i found online

In order:

Bak Chang in dolly kei

Chouji in baddie fashion

Dam and Oz (lou's ocs) in clowncore and kidcore

Dorjan (my oc) in fairycore

Konan in vintage fashion

Lerko (my oc) in glamrock (This ended up looking pretty cool although there would need to be an insane amount of persuasion at play to make him wear that zebra print suit)

Mira (my oc) in gothic lolita

Miranda Lotto in dark academia

Morphée (lou's oc) in kawaii fashion

[awkwardgtace]

Mira's Musing

GT July day 2 Studying!

Mira studies Corus's body while he's helping Zeke with some work.

Mira's Musing

Mira didn’t quite know why she decided to go with Corus today. He agreed to help Zeke work on something for another human. Kaya hated watching things like this. It reminded them how small they were. How strong the two humans were compared to anyone their size. The ease for the humans to hurt them.

She didn’t feel that way. An odd curiosity filled Mira as she watched the two humans. Even a safe distance from the two she could see how their muscles tensed. The way they bulged when something was lifted. Panels of wood, chunks of metal, even the light pillows. Things that she couldn’t dream of moving.

A part of her wanted to be closer. Study the differences between her kind and humans. She still didn’t quite know what she was. Not human, definitely not human. Not just an animal or tiny thing that looked like humans. Humans had stories with people like her. Nothing that cleared anything up. It made watching humans even more interesting. Studying anything different.

When she strained her muscles, she couldn’t see the flex how a human’s muscle did. For her kind, there was something else. A system of nearly invisible lines that covered them. A subtle glow that not everyone had. That had been growing stronger in her own body as she lived with humans. As she learned about them.

“Mira, is something wrong?” Corus asked. 

She stared up at his eyes. Something that felt different from her own. She noticed it on Kaya lately, a small nearly imperceptible ring of color. Her own pink eyes had a subtle ring of black at the edges. Sometimes the hue changed, replaced with almost any color she could imagine. Most often a blue that matched Corus’s eyes.

“I’m fine,” she said.

Corus walked over to her. Heavy steps. Heavy on purpose. She never minded it. In fact it made her smile. He would always grin once she did. He saw so much more of her than he should. Another thing she couldn’t explain. Other humans, Zeke even, didn’t notice the changes on her like Corus did. He did for Kaya though. As if something her kind did made human partners see so much more.

He stopped in front of her. Tight shirt slick with sweat. The only time he looked muscular, usually he dressed in clothes that hid his physique. Baggier, loose, anything to avoid showing his form. She didn’t fully understand it. Her kind preferred tight clothing usually. Easier to avoid getting caught on anything. 

She watched as he raised his arms above his head. Stretching. Cracking noises echoed across his body. Another difference, her kind didn’t have that. Nothing popped, cracked, or anything remotely similar. The already tight shirt pressed against him. Firm, toned abs visible. In a way it made her curious. How would he survive at her size? Built so heavily, she couldn’t imagine him climbing a string or squeezing through cracks in the wall. Let alone avoiding the predators in nature.

Palms slammed down next to her and made her jump. A quick glare at Corus only for a smirk to show on his face. He knew what she was thinking, somehow he always knew. Slowly he leaned closer, brought his face less than a breath away. The smell of spearmint made her smirk. He never forgot how angry she got the only time he had bad breath.

“Maybe I should start working out at home again,” he whispered. “You always stare so much. If I didn’t know better I’d think there was something else you wanted with the way you stare at me.”

“What do you mean?” she asked. He often made comments like that. An implication of something she didn’t get. This one wasn’t a difference between her kind and humans. This was a difference between her and the world. A difference Corus never seemed to mind.

“I mean, you’re looking at me like you’re after something. That’s all.”

“I’m after… understanding the differences between us.”

Corus’s hands moved. Slid across the table until fingers pressed against her legs. They turned slowly until palms surrounded her. His fingers curled in, closing off all her escape routes. Things she used to need at all times. Things she didn’t need when it was Corus, not now. Not while he learned control and she learned to trust.

“You know,” he breathed. The pause lasted as he leaned closer. Blue eyes taking up her entire world. “One day you’ll have to tell me all those differences you see. We always seem pretty similar to me.”

“One day I might. Once I know more about it,” she said. Mira placed a hand on Corus’s skin. Dug her nails into his skin. “Maybe when I finally know what you think I might be wanting when I’m studying you.”

“That’s something for a different time. One when we’re alone.”

Mira’s eyes went wide. There was a lot more she could understand with that addition. It never crossed her mind usually. His fingers tightened, she leaned into them. They were different people. Different beings. That didn’t ever matter to him.

“Cor, let’s get back to work. You and Mira can flirt later,” Zeke called.

A sigh filled with spearmint coated her. Immediately massive lips crashed into her. Pressed her into skin. Into fingers. Into the hands of the person she was in love with. Too quickly the hands and warmth were gone. She sat down, her knees pulled to her chest.

She knew a lot about what he could think about when alone with her. Things that she didn’t necessarily care about. That was something to worry about another time. For now, she would continue studying the differences between herself and humans. Until the day she understood what she was next to them.

[processed-meat]

sketches of me and solars hunters 😵‍💫

[tiramicchu]

CHOMP!

[juliaswickcrs]

moodboard :: princess mira of the fire nation

"You're the princess of the fire nation, the niece of the fire lord, and you tried to kidnap aang with your psychotic cousin, give us one reason why we shouldn't hate you!?" -Sokka, Book Two

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[necromosss]

wish i could just ask Gale everytime there's a puzzle thing hhhHHHHH

[cheekylittlepupp]

Whoever was responsible for the kiss scene at Larian...

the way his hand slowly moves up....

[narianders-gt-hell]

miraposting

[stupidgtblog]

brought a knife to a pin fight

[random-writerings]

Clone x OC Week Day 4

Prompt: Intimacy

Pairing: Mira x Wrecker

Set: Post-S3

Word Count: 344

Wrecker was a very physically affectionate person, Mira had found. He always liked to be touching her, as though something invisible was physically pulling them closer. 

Wrecker had a habit of picking her up. If he had been away for a while, the first thing he would do was lift her high off the ground and spin her around before kissing her excitedly. If they went to the beach, he would scoop her up and carry her into the waves princess-style. Sometimes, he would ‘steal her away’ at the end of her shift, carrying her over his shoulder so she had ‘no choice’ but to play with him and Omega. He would even pick her up without meaning to, her feet hovering off the ground slightly whenever they hugged. 

He also found small, subtle ways to stay in contact with her in public. He would bump her shoulder as they walked, or stand behind her and rest his chin on top of her head. He would play with her fingers absently at dinner, and let her lean against him when she was tired. 

And Mira loved it. In fact, she was just as bad as him. She would often sit on his lap while chatting with the others in the evening, enjoying the setting sun. She would rope him into dancing around the kitchen with her as they cooked dinner, despite his protests that he was ‘clumsy’ and a ‘bad dancer’. She would snuggle up next to him on the couch when they watched the Holonet late at night, smiling when his arm wrapped around her shoulders instantly. She would grab the front of his shirt and pull him down for a kiss every morning when she left for work, cupping his cheek gently to keep him there for just a second longer.

The kids would often cringe and make faces at them, and the Bad Batch would roll their eyes and tease them. But Mira and Wrecker paid them no mind. They were both happier than they had been in a long time.

Tagging: @clonexocweek