#mira/drake

[theespressooqueen]

Drawn a crowd

As Mira sat down for dinner, she glanced at the table across from theirs, where a small crowd of women were laughing and leaning in toward a tall, dark-haired man. She raised an eyebrow in curiosity, muttering, “What’s that about?”

Garrick, taking the seat beside her, smirked and replied, “That? Oh, they’re flocking around Drake Cordella. You know, the nerd trapped in a pretty face and a warrior’s body.” Mira rolled her eyes, an amused scoff escaping her.

Your flier is here somewhere,Teine’s voice echoed through her bond, soft and steady.

Where? Mira asked, scanning the room, her gaze flickering from one face to another. No one seemed to be watching her—at least, not until her eyes locked on the man with whiskey-colored eyes amidst the gathered women. He was, admittedly, hard to ignore. And he was looking at her, a flicker of curiosity and something else in his gaze.

She raised a brow at him, her lips quirking in faint challenge. Then, turning back to Garrick, she tried to brush off the strange warmth lingering in her chest. But Garrick noticed. “Looks like you’ve caught pretty boy’s attention, Captain, Sorrengail.” he teased, nudging her with a grin.

Beside her, Brennan chuckled in quiet agreement. “Seems like it.”

“You guys are annoying,” Mira muttered, shaking her head as she returned to her food, brushing off the notion.

But Teine’s presence tugged at her, whispering in her mind, If you say so.

Mira didn’t dignify that with a response, though her thoughts wandered to the intensity of Drake’s gaze. The shadows had hidden him well, but now, out in the open, she couldn’t help but wonder if this “nerd” with a warrior’s body might be the one who had haunted her patrols all this time.

——

"It’s been three days!" Drake grumbled to Syrena as they headed toward the gym. He’d been trying to get even a brief introduction to Mira, but every time he thought he’d finally catch her, she somehow slipped from his reach.

Syrena only smirked, patting him on the shoulder as he peeled off his shirt. "Patience, cousin. You’ll get your moment."

Drake scoffed, rolling his shoulders as he prepared for the sparring match with Garrick. Garrick, Mira's second-in-command, arched a brow as he noted Drake’s frustration. "What’s the issue?"

Syrena couldn’t resist. "He’s upset that I haven’t introduced him to Mira yet."

"Oh, so you're interested in our captain?" Garrick laughed, eyeing Drake knowingly. "I noticed the way you looked at her the other night."

Drake clenched his jaw, muttering, “And I saw how you leaned close to her. Stop it.”

Garrick’s grin only widened, enjoying Drake’s clear jealousy. "Oh, is that so? Funny, I just sparred with her last night."

Drake’s eyes flared. "Don’t do it again!"

They squared off, each fueled by tension that went beyond the usual sparring. Garrick, amused, kept poking at him, clearly enjoying the fact that the infamous Drake Cordella was rattled. Around them, women gathered, watching the two handsome men clash with a barely-contained eagerness.

Finally, Drake caught Garrick in a headlock, forcing him to yield. They pulled apart, breathing hard as they grabbed water bottles and towels. Garrick chuckled, nodding toward the women watching from the sidelines. “Looks like we’ve drawn a crowd.”

Drake barely glanced their way—until he caught sight of a familiar set of brown eyes just behind them. Mira. Every other face in the crowd blurred as his eyes locked onto hers, intense and curious, the smallest hint of a smirk tugging at her lips.

Turning to Syrena, he didn’t even try to hide his impatience. "Syrena, introduce me. Now."

Syrena laughed, raising her hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Let’s not keep the poor man waiting any longer."

[b3anieperson]

Things I do not want but expect in Onyx Storm (also things I do want but you all have to figure that out)

Naolin comes back (or has always been and never died-) as a venin

Tairn dies

Xaden ties Violet's shoes

Colonel Aetos comes back to bite us in the ass

Someone close to Xaden dies (I'm placing bets on Bodhi, sorry)

Violet's second signet is going to be ward weaving (maybe idfk)

Bodoc happens???

We meet Drake Cordella!

One of the Cordella children dies (placing bets on Syrena)

Gamogen/Immrick happens???

We have a meeting with Venin

Mira or Brennan get severely injured in said meeting with Venin

We FINALLY get to hear about Liam wielding ice in the Battle of Resson

Viscount Tecarus dies (thank fucking god)

We get to meet the Queen of Poromiel

They drag King Tauri kicking and fucking screaming to a meeting with the Queen of Poromiel

We meet Halden

We get history on how (I hope) Halden and Vi dated

We hate Halden

Aaric hates Halden a tad bit too

Aaric x Sloane (pleaseee RY I begggg)

Sgaeyl and Tairn have eggs (maybe idfk)

Andarna can finally fly fully and we learn that she CAN support Vi while flying

We learn that Lillith Sorrengail was a Venin (see a pervious post about that theory)

Jack Barlowe is killed (PLEASE IM TIRED OF THIS FLYING RAT TURD)

Dain Aetos dies (killed by his own father, such shame)

Okay now we play a game, I'M Xaden Riorson, and YOU'RE all Violet Sorrengail, ask me what I mean (by reblogging or commenting or asking) and I'll explain what I mean. (I hope that it'll make sense because my tiny pea brain doesn't work well at midnight apparently)

[lenn-ey]

movie date (read pragmatist)

[bookdragon-shenanigans]

The Empyrean as shitposts (or whatever its called)

been wanting to do this for a while now but kept procastinating and then got inspired @somethingsomewhereanywhere's post

(if you see spelling mistakes no you dont)

(ive been contemplating whether or not to start posting instead of spectating because turns out im shy online too so fuck it lets do it ig)

Iron Squad:

Andarna:

Black- Ridoc, Grey- Rhiannon:

White- The assembly, Blue- Xaden

Sawyer when Jesinia:

Me when Varrish:

Xaden to Violet when she found out about the vennin:

(The quote is Markham and violet's posting this)

Brennan:

Maren: (yes the post is about cat)

Imrrick:

White- Xaden, Blue- Garrick

Drake Cordella:

Literally everyone in this damn series:

Mira Sorrengail:

Syrena Cordella:

[skyfallscotland]

Mira Sorrengail is the type of badass woman who absolutely does not have a praise kink...until Drake Cordella calls her a ‘good girl’.

[bookaddictedrose]

ATTENTION ALL FOURTH WING FANS

Who's interested in starting a Fourth Wing roleplay community??? If you've ever seen the tig one, you know what I mean lol

I will keep a list up in case anyone wants to know what's still available.

If you're interested or have any questions, please message me (or @rainydays-5 )!!!

Please please please make this a thing 😭🙏

(i'm either gonna be Violet or Imogen btw, still undecided)

Edit: by the way, spots are first come first serve, and aren't guaranteed, as people may change their mind, but basically first to message gets the spot, okay?

[justallihere]

i've already asked @skyfallscotland this but, what sports do you think Mira and Drake would play? Asking for research purposes 💀

Mira: soccer or volleyball

Drake: fencing (bc i have this headcanon that he grew up posh), swimming, or ice hockey (but thats just bc i like ice hockey ngl)

Mira is tall and strong so she could be good at anything honestly lol. She needs something she could be mean to people at. Rugby maybe?

Drake being a fancy rich boy and learning how to fence sounds entirely on brand. I don’t picture him as team sport kind of guy (I say having never seen his character on page)

[slugterra-twisted-ends]

Surface Bound makes a return!

We've got a proper ref sheet for the main man himself; Eli Shane

Then we have some students at Darefield High

The Goner/Missing Trio of Roman 'Twist Senior', Marie Serene and Tom Por

And finally the Tough Guys/Scrap Force as cafeteria workers, while Lil' Stevie is a maintenance worker

[bluestarrcreations]

✨ Commission - Girl’s Night ✨

Half body commission finished for @slugterra-twisted-ends !! ✨

Mira (back left) belongs to her, Katrina (back right) belongs to me, & Trixie (front) is a canon Slugterra character. Pose based on a photo from Pinterest!

[loveisadare]

your honour, i love them

practicing face and hair perspectives ft. the boy wonders <3

the refs i used: hair inspo, more hair inspo, even more hair inspo, pose inspo!

[intairnwetrust]

We need to talk more about the fact that Rebecca Yarros basically said through Syrena that Mira is Drakes type

[theespressooqueen]

Mira wearing brown flight jacket (its Drake’s!) while landing in an outpost. (Every flier and rider saw her) While Drake smirking cause everyone would now know Mira is his.

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[lenn-ey]

hanging

[happygirl2oo2]

[in their university days]

Mira: "Is the glass half empty or half full?" Nico: "Half full" Libby: "Half empty" Max *drinks all the water from the cup*: "The glass is fucking empty" Gideon, from across the room: "Yeet"

[skyfallscotland]

Not me taking a smutty little prompt and building a whole damn world around it—very on brand. The prompt was: "I’ll take good care of you, I promise." from @nightprompts and let me tell you, he does, in fact, take good care of her 😉

“So you’re the one who gave me that scar.” I stare, uncomprehending. “What?” I manage to bite out. He lifts a hand, tapping his finger over the scar trailing from his ear to his collarbone, a match for the one I’d had clawed into me by a gryphon just like his. I bite down on my tongue as I think about the mirror of a burn long-since healed, that mars the skin of my torso. A scar that every man or woman I’ve ever taken to bed since has commented on. And he’s worried about a line on the side of his neck? My blood boils.

— The State of Rider-Flier Relations, now up on AO3, xf