#lieutenant mira

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I started playing Warhammer 40k: Space Marine today and found one of my new favourite guard characters (and possible new fiction crush). For those who know about 2nd Lieutenant Mira, you’ll know where this is going. For those who don’t, I’d like to introduce you to one of the best guard characters.

This is 2nd Lieutenant Mira of the 203rd Cadian Shock Troops Regiment.

She’s not overly attractive by conventional standards, I would say mostly average, but by the Emperor is she a great leader. During an Ork invasion, she was able to essentially single handedly establish defenses. Yes, she wasn’t the original leader, but after all her superiors died, she was able to hold the defenses for way longer than anyone thought.

Not only is she skilled in combat, but she also cares about her men and those she is protecting. She is smart enough to know when a battle isn’t worth fighting because it is a waste of men, but also can encourage her troops to fight when she knows they can win.

And last but not least… she is able to work with space marines and treats them as just other soldiers. Space Marines have a tendency to be high pompous assholes, which is encouraged by how people talk to them. They are genetically modified 7ft tall super soldiers who are considered essentially demigods by most people. Mira though? She treats them with respect, but above that, there’s none of the groveling, none of the “we are blessed by the presence of you, the Emperor is watching over us” bs. She treats them more as colleagues or just superior officers.

In conclusion, 2nd Lieutenant Mira is an overall badass and a great leader. Fucking love this character.

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Reunion

Summoning @robot-roadtrip-rants over our mutual disappointment of the ending of Space Marine 1 not including Mira pegging Titus. Unfortunately, there still is no pegging (yet).

Ideas has been bouncing around in my head, so here is part 1.

Tags: Mentioned character death, past and present trauma, Channeling a bit of McNeil at one point, no smut

Part 1 of ???

Titus had been told to go and wait in his new cabin on the Macragge’s Honour. Central, warm, larger than the cabin he had on the Righteous Fury, and - to his surprise - it had an actual bed. Sturdy, built with Marines in mind.

It was his Primarch - it still sounded odd in his mind, his Primarch, who without hesitation and with much annoyance had gotten the Inquisition of his ass once more, told him to recover in his cabin from the long journey and the exhaustions caused during the campaign. And, he said, with an almost mischievous glint in his eyes, there was someone who was waiting to see him.

Titus rubbed his neck with a towel - armour and bodyglove removed, clad only in his loincloth, after a long pulse shower he had sorely needed. The serf assigned to him had rubbed him down with oil, making his skin glisten in the dim light and scraped away afterwards, ridding him off the dead skin. And now, he could sink back onto the matress, doze and wait for whoever was coming to see him.

His hand came to rest over the scar on his abdomen - the newest one, the one that almost killed him. A ridge, crescent-shaped, larger than his own hand.

Death had almost come for him in many shapes. He had accepted it - he was a Space Marine, and death was his duty and his destiny.

It still shook him.

He remembered the pain, the shock that his end was about to come at the claws of this tyranid abomination. Regret, that he could not have done more. Grief, at his brothers’ death. Relief, that he was able to deliver the virus bomb to win them, to win humanity some time.

And this did not even touch on what he felt when he saw the deep blue of the Ultramarines. His first brethren, the ones he thought had cast him out. Confusion, yes, thinking that it may be an hallucination caused by his death throes or by some neurotoxin wrecking havoc on his system.

Titus swallowed, acid in his mouth running down his throat. He cursed softly, swinging his legs of the bed and rushing into his bathroom. He cupped his hands und gathered water, gargling and spitting into his sink, before wiping his face dry again.

Why did it come back now?

The door bell chimed.

Titus walked to his door, loosely pulling on a robe to greet his visitor at the door. One more time, he combed through his hair with his fingers to look presentable, before he opened the door.

He had to look down to see her.

It had been 200 years.

This could not-

“Lieutenant Titus.” Mira looked up at him. “It is good to see you again.”

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“I’m going to take her down”

How he takes her down:

HELPKEJDIDIDKDKD😭😭😭😭😭

[turianjournalist]

Ngl I kinda ship Captain Titus and Lieutenant Mira…

[flunkyofmalcador]

After Graia, Lt Mira of the Cadians and Captain Titus of the Ultramarines share some comradely time.

[thegreysamenjoyer]

If there’s a crossover skin for Elizabeth Grey, then it has to be Lieutenant Mira from Space Marine 1. Warhammer 40k was invented in 1980’s so it is actually perfect for Treyarch to create the Warhammer 40k event in Black Ops 6.

Imagine Elizabeth Grey with the Lieutenant Mira skin 😮‍💨

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tfw youre supposed to be mortal enemies but you actually really like each other and have tea parties every week instead of fighting

Commission Me?

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Passing Time

25 Days of Simpmas: Day Eight December 8th: Mira, Rank 18 Anime: The Magical Girl and The Evil Lieutenant Used to Be Archenemies Event Masterlist

From Mira’s POV

You passed him a note. 

WAIT- YOU PASSED HIM A NOTE???!!!

He’d heard among regular folk that passing notes was a sign of affection used to encourage flirtatious conversation but was that your intention? What could you have possibly meant by giving him this note? And why him? Had you given anyone else a note? He quickly scanned the conference room. Everyone was hard at work, discussing battle plans, torture strategies, and generally all things evil and malicious, but no one, absolutely NONE of his coworkers, had appeared to receive a note from you. It seems you slid the note to him and only him.

ONLY HIM???!!!

His fingers shook as he gently cradled the precious piece of paper in his calloused hands, contemplating his next choice of action. Should he open it in front of everyone? Had you intended to have him read it later? But what if he read it later, and you were disappointed he hadn’t read it now? Was it time sensitive? It HAD to have been urgent, if you had dared to pass him a note amidst a very important work meeting. That did it- he was reading it now.

He slowly unfolded the slip of paper you’d so kindly bestowed upon him. 

So, will I see you tomorrow?

SO WILL I SEE YOU TOMORROW.

The words boomed in his head. You wanted to see him tomorrow. 

Suddenly his heart stopped beating. His lungs stopped contracting. His blood stopped flowing. He had ceased to exist as he knew it. This was it. He had died. He had died, and gone to heaven. He had died, and gone to heaven, and you were his angel. He had died, and gone to heaven, and you were his angel, and you’d been sent to greet him, to welcome him, to walk him through the gates of eternal paradise. It was decided. He was most decidedly and completely and utterly and totally and extremely dead as of this very minute. 

Then you nudged him with your elbow, expecting a response. 

WAIT- YOU WERE EXPECTING A RESPONSE???

He was alive again. He had to be. He needed to be alive to write. To tell you. To keep telling you. To keep telling you over and over and over, that YES, you WOULD indeed be seeing him tomorrow. And the day after, and the day after that. Wait, was that too presumptuous of him??? Did you want to see him the day after and the day after that? You’d only asked about tomorrow. Was he getting ahead of himself? What should he write back? What was he even doing tomorrow? No- it didn’t matter what he was doing tomorrow. He would most definitely be seeing you. That was his only plan. If he had other plans, now he didn’t; his only plan was seeing you.

His trembling fingers picked up his pen. What words could possibly convey the depths of his feelings for you? What words could he possibly use to describe the unconditional and unadulterated and unequivocal way in which he was so thoroughly and absolutely consumed by your very being to the point of ceasing to properly exist when you weren’t around to breathe life into him? 

Yes.

He slid his answer back down the table to you, his heart feeling not unlike a herd of elephants stampeding in his chest. 

You read his response and quickly jotted down your reply before sliding it back. 

Oh god, the moment of truth. How would you respond to his complex answer? How had his answer made you feel? How would your answer make him feel? He was sure it was good. He was sure it was great. He was sure it was elegant, it was sophisticated, it was refined. He was sure he’d read it and his life would be changed for the better. He was sure he’d read it and the historians would soon break down the doors and whisk the note away, encasing it behind glass so that all who came after may study the very picture of poise that you embodied, with your words so pleasantly printed on this precious piece of parchment paper.

Great, can’t wait! The party is always better when you’re there. 

YOU CALLED HIM GREAT. YOU SAID YOU COULDN’T WAIT. 

He must be dying again; he was having trouble breathing; the room was spinning. Wait. Hold on. You mentioned a party. What party? He picked up the piece of paper and reread your words over and over, as if his persistent staring would somehow will the answer into existence. Was there a party tomorrow that you were both going to? He couldn’t very well ask you what party you were talking about as he’d just told you he’d be there. How should he go about responding to this?

He cleared his throat, drawing the attention of his fellow lieutenants. “I believe it is in our best interests to discuss preparations for the party tomorrow. Is everything set up so that we may proceed at the intended time in the intended location?”

Bellatrix straightened in her seat as she prepared to speak. “Everything is going according to plan. The party will proceed as scheduled.”

He pretended to stroke his chin in satisfaction. “Good, good. And so everyone is aware, please feel free to remind them all of the party’s intended time and location.”

Taking the duty her beloved Mira had bestowed upon her with all seriousness, Bellatrix solemnly nodded and began explaining the details of the aforementioned party, just as she’d been instructed. What a fool. She’d fallen right into his trap. Now he knew that he was expected to show up to a party with all the members of his legion, tomorrow, at 7 o clock, in the castle’s ballroom to enjoy Winter’s Eve. Now he could begin to write back a reply. Wait. How was he to reply? You hadn’t asked him anything he could answer; you’d simply made a statement. 

Did you not want him to respond? NO! He couldn’t think that way. He must respond. He had to respond. It was only fair, after you’d been so kind to engage him in written conversation in the first place. He couldn’t let it end like this. Even if he had to change the topic, he would keep the conversation going, NO MATTER WHAT.

How is your day going?

There! He’d done it! Now, what was to be your next move?

I’m a little bored. Otherwise good. How’s your day? 

YOU WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT HIS DAY??? 

What a goddess you were. How kind. How considerate. His fellow officers could learn a thing or two from your conduct. 

It’s going well. And yours?

You had laughed softly upon reading his words, stifling your reaction with the sleeve of your shirt. God, you looked so adorable when you wrote like that, giggling into your sleeve as you penned your response. He wondered what he’d done to make you laugh. Oh well, no matter. You’d be responding soon. He waited for your response with bated breath.

Still good. As good as it was the first time that you asked. 

He almost choked on his lungs. Shit. He’d asked you twice how your day had been going. How had he missed that? He wondered if you thought him uncivilized. He must atone for his mistakes.

My apologies, I only meant that the well being of your day was so important that it begged to be inquired of twice. 

He quickly erased his words. Ridiculous.

Fine weather we’ve been having lately. 

He passed the paper back. 

You laughed again.

He couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing. Had he somehow mistakenly asked you how your day was going again??

Very fine weather. I hope it stays for our party, but I heard it might storm tomorrow. 

He would enjoy a party with you, no matter the weather. He just wasn’t sure how to tell you that. 

If the weather is of such concern to you, we could always cancel the party.

What was he saying??? He didn’t want to cancel the party. He didn’t want to cancel his only excuse to see you tomorrow. He almost reached to take the note back, eager to scribble out his response, replace it with something new, but you’d already read his words. 

You smiled.

God, his heart soared when you smiled. God, his heart thundered when you smiled. God, his heart ignited when you smiled.

We can’t cancel because then I won’t have an excuse to ask you for a dance. 

WERE HIS HANDS SHAKING? WAS THE TABLE SHAKING? WAS THE ROOM SHAKING? WAS THE WORLD SHAKING?

YOU WANTED TO DANCE WITH HIM?????

He inhaled and exhaled calmly. 

You needn’t make excuses around me. If you’d like to dance, then I will save you a dance, simple as that. 

You scribbled your next words furiously and it was making him sweat. What could you possibly be writing that took so much concentrated focus?

And if one isn’t enough? Will you save all your dances for me?

HOW CUTE COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE???

HIS POOR, WRETCHED HEART COULDN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!

His brain was blaring alarms, threatening nuclear explosion. He was on the verge of a catastrophic meltdown. Or possibly extinction. How was he supposed to even exist after this encounter? How was he even supposed to respond? Was he even capable of responding? Did he even remember what words were? Could you tell that his organs were on the verge of fatal collapse? Could you tell how he felt? Could you possibly feel the same?

His quivering hand picked up the pencil once more, but it was as if the pencil had suddenly gained a hundred pounds, for he was now finding it difficult to write at all. Using all the strength he’d amassed in his time as a lieutenant, he finally forced his fingers to comply with his commands. He passed back his response. 

Yes. 

And then you smiled again. And even blushed. 

God, when you blushed, the clouds lifted. God, when you blushed, the waters parted.  God, when you blushed, the heavens sang. 

And when he saw you’d fallen into a frozen state of bliss upon reading that single simple word, his heart melted into molecules. You had to be feeling the way he was feeling. You had to be. He recognized the way your muscles stiffened in shock, the way your eyes lit with joy. It was the same thing he felt every time he looked at you, every time he sat by you, every time he breathed your air, every time he inhaled your scent. It was the same feeling he’d felt this whole conversation and he wondered how you’d make him feel next. He wondered how you’d respond. He waited for you to respond. 

He waited. 

And he waited. 

But you had been so stunned into silence that it appeared you also forgot how to write. The pen and paper lay by your fingers, untouched. 

How could he break the ice that’d frozen you solid? How could he bring you back down to earth, back down to his side? How could he capture the attention of your gleeful gaze once more?

He snatched up the pen and paper again, scribbling as furiously as you’d once done. 

You sensed the movement and your muscles relaxed slightly, allowing you to turn so you could peer over at him curiously. When he presented you with the paper again, you read his words only to burst into laughter. 

So. How’s your day going?

It’s good. Really, really, good.

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Text Posts - Imperial Guard Edition - Part 10

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Maho Aku Episode 6 Review - THIS MAGICAL GIRL SAYS F*CK

All my life, I’ve always wanted to see a magical girl who says f*ck. This anime grants my wish. I was also really curious on the magical girl lore of this story and this episode actually delivers on that. It feels like it answers a lot of questions about the familiars and magical girl lore.

There are many familiars as there are magical girls. It is a familiar’s duty to guide magical girls. The Bird Familiar in this episode says that they’re somewhat equivalent to angels. This makes me wonder why the Cat Familiar is such a scumbag if he’s supposed to be an angel. Because of the Cat’s true nature, I can’t help but assume the Bird is only manipulating Hibana. My ultimate question is why these familiars need to guide magical girls. What is their ultimate goal?

Hibana is just hilarious. You see this cute and innocent girl and you wouldn’t expect her to swear like a sailor. I love the gap. Her magical girl transformation has voices singing F*CK in the background opposed to Byakuya who has voices singing her name. I do like seeing the difference in her relationship with her familiar compared to Byakuya and her familiar’s. They have a more friendly and harmonious relationship while Byakuya’s relationship with hers is manipulative and exploitative. Though, I’m surprised that Hibana uses brass knuckles in addition to her staff. It was hilarious seeing her beating up the minions while cursing. Afterwards, she only uses her staff. I guess she uses two weapons and interchanges when needed. I honestly wonder if she’ll form a bond with Fomalhaut later on or if Fomalhaut is just comic relief.

There’s also a nice moment between Mira and Byakuya as the latter misses the former as he didn’t show up for days. She wasn’t aware that there were other magical girls out there, but she was more worried about Mira, which causes him to embrace her. Sweet. I’m glad that the appearance of a new magical girl isn’t causing dumb drama like Mira being fond of magical girls in general as he seems to be only attracted to Byakuya. Gotta love a loyal man.

Now I’m curious about Byakuya and Hibana’s relationship. Given that Byakuya grew up in an orphanage, I’m assuming Hibana was on the same boat until she got adopted while Byakuya was left behind. I wonder if Hibana had always swore or if it was something she picked up after getting adopted.

The Bird Familiar is voiced by Hikaru Midorikawa, which is a crazy choice. Hibana is voiced by Mariya Ise, whom you might know as Killua from Hunter x Hunter, Ray from The Promised Neverland and Series from Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End. I think she’s a perfect casting choice.

I can’t wait to learn more about Byakuya and Hibana’s relationship and where the story will go from here as more magical girls are introduced. Will this be a source of conflict for Byakuya? I’ll be tuned in next week to find out. How about you?

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Reunion Part 2

Still no pegging, just some backstory. Next part.

Tags: Demetrian Titus/Lieutenant Mira, Possibly bending of Canon concerning some backstory

Titus starred at her. It was Mira.

The same brown hair, pulled back tightly into a bun - even if it now had some white in it. Still surprisingly slight for a Cadian - meaning above average for a normal soldier of the Imperium but still tiny compared to him. She did not wear Cadian fatiques anymore, having it changed out for an deep blue uniform.

“Can I come in?” She asked.

He stepped aside, his mind still having trouble catching up. She scooted past him, taking her surroundings in silently. Titus closed the door.

“You look good.” She said, turning to him again. “I heard the rough reports of what you went through. What happened after Graia. Up until Kadaku and all of Project Aurora.”

“How.” He gestured at her. “How are you here? It had been 200 years.”

“Not for me.” She gestured to the chair for his desk in a corner. “Is it alright if I sit?”

“Of course.” He gestured towards the chair, settling on his bed. “What happened?”

She sighed. “The Warp. We were caught in a warp storm shortly after we left Graia. When we managed to escape, and limp into the next port…”

She paused. “You can’t imagine our shock when we were told that Cadia had been destroyed by the Despoiler. Half the galaxy ripped apart by the Great Rift. And a Primarch returned…”

“No. Not really.” Titus said softly. “What happened then?”

“The Inquisition took us under custody of course.” Mira grimaced. “If we were not grateful for your sacrifice before, we certainly were then.”

Titus reached out, his huge hand wrapped gently around hers and squeezed gently. No words were needed, and she returned the gesture with a squeeze of her own.

“The Lord Primarch took us in.” She leaned more towards him. “We were essentially folded in into the Ultramar Auxilliar and the Logistarium. And when I reached out to the Ultramarines proper to find out what happened to you -”

“They figured out that I was alive and still possibly with the Inquisition.

Mira nodded. “It took years to get information on you. To track you down. All while fighting wars all over the Galaxy against the Ruinous Powers and Xenos. When we heard the report that Tigurius found you we were ecstactic.”

“The Inquisition told me I was not wanted to be back.” Titus said quietly. “Hearing the opposite-”

“Believe me one thing, they missed you.” Mira moved in, her hands clasping tighter around his.

“I know.” He shook his head. “I know it now. But after being lied to for decades, it is… relief. I am relieved.”

“I am as well.” She was quiet again. “I missed you. I thought about how we could help you. Who we could contact but what could we have done?”

“Nothing. You did all you could by staying alive.” Titus’ other hand came up, resting on her back. “You could not do anything against Thrax.”

Mira stepped in closer, leaning her head against his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck. Titus hesitated, than his own arms wrapped around her.

She smelt sweet.

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She basically confessed her love to him and he didn’t even realise😭😭😭😭💀💀💀

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