#miranhas-art

[miraclesabound]

My Mother's Day gift to myself! I commissioned Mari (@miranhas-art) to draw a picture of my whole family now that my younger kid has arrived - she based this on the first photo we were able to get of all four of us since Junior made his debut.

[baronessofmischief]

“Word on the street says Red’s called in her guard dog for the job— Don’t mess with her and he won’t mess with you. Man’s got more bite than bark.”

@miranhas-art continues to amaze me with her work. She’s indulged me this time by taking my prompt for an alternate universe idea I’ve had for The Last of Us, this one being that of hard-boiled detectives.

Joel Miller, a former detective from Austin, Texas, once uncovered a ring of crooked cops and his unwillingness to back down inevitably resulted in him and his daughter being caught in the crossfire. Now a jaded private investigator he partners with Tess Servopoulos, taking jobs that keep their pockets and guns filled. Whether they walk on the other side of the law is their business.

[isopodcast]

"Life is good... But it can be better!" 😉

Max Lord from "Wonder Woman 1984", courtesy of the immensely, unbelievably talented @miranhas-art. Thank you for creating more spectacular art for me! (Click the photo for high-res.)

I gave her a pic of US senator Ted Cruz with accidental renaissance vibes, told her to have fun, and here we are. Here are some close-up shots that give me heart palpitations:

[miranhas-art]

Hello girlies and non binary frens!

New price sheet? No! New Theme!

The prices are the same, but the vibe is different ✨✨

Disclaimer for those who don't know:

As for now, twitter has been banned in Brasil (where I live), besides tumblr, that app was my main way to find and contact clients and also show my work.

For that reason, I'd love if you could help me out by reblogging this post and also helping people know that I can't use twitter anymore.

Thank you so much always and we will not panic!

END OF DISCLAIMER

Ok! Commissions are currently:

OPEN

Feel free to dm to find more about my work, for new works or just to chat lol

[wildemaven]

Because of You

Frankie Morales & his Florecitas drawn by @miranhas-art

For my sweet K!@kteague

I’ve been wracking my brain trying to think of what to say but words really don’t seem like enough to show my appreciation and admiration for you sweet friend!

I remember finding your writing on AO3 and immediately falling in love with it, consuming it piece by piece. And then by chance I came across it here on this glorious hellsite and I was so thrilled.

You are a magician with words. I can feel every emotion you are trying to convey in every story I read. You illicit raw emotion in the most authentic ways— it makes it feel so real. Your talent is so pure and beautiful.

Your writing helped me through some really difficult times this last year. I would read Because of You and Worth the Wait over and over again, just so I could feel something when everything else felt so dark. You checked in on me when it even people in real life did, made me feel less alone. You have no clue how much that meant to me, and still does even now!

Your encouragement and words of support made me feel like I could write something worth reading. Your friendship and selflessness for so many of us here is truly inspiring. I look forward to seeing everything you write and share— for new and old characters, it’s going to be nothing short of amazing.

All this to say you are something special. I and so many others in this community have fallen in love with these characters you’ve created and these beautiful stories you continue to pour your heart and soul into. Your writing continues to feeding the yearning we have for so many characters.

I commissioned the talented @miranhas-art to make this work of art!! A beautiful piece of art to go along with your amazing story.

Frankie and his Florecitas bringing sunflowers to Girasol. I can just imagine Girasol being so overwhelmed by the sweet gesture and falling even more in love with Frankie.

I hope you love it as much as @heythere-mel and I do (I can’t keep a secret so I showed her and we’ve been so excited about it).

I hope you know just how much you are loved!!

[undertaletheplayersfate]

[ENGLISH]

Just a stupid meme I made. 

Spider Man is the best superhero ever made  -_-

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[PORTUGUESE-BRAZIL]

Apenas um meme estúpido que eu fiz.

O miranha é o melhor super-herói que tem -_- 

(Sim, uma referência a Lucas Inutilismo lol)

[chronicallyonlinewriter]

Benny & Joel

I am absolutely dying over this piece of art that the wonderful @bumblepony surprised me with, commissioned from the amazingly talented @miranhas-art (who has made some of my favorite Pedro character art on Tumblr). Based on a scene from chapter 15 of As Long as You Follow:

Sometimes these evenings were a little different. Sometimes wine flowed a little more generously (for her) while familiar music played from Alexei’s CD player. He danced with her now whenever she asked him to, without protest, because he didn’t have it left in him to ever again deny her anything that he had the power to give. She was at her happiest when he twirled her slowly around the living room, and there was something nostalgic about these steps – something familiar that pulsed under his skin when she laughed as he lifted her arm and carefully spun her, something so free about how she always danced barefoot, her hair swaying back and forth against her back, something special about the way she always kissed him first, because even when he led their steps, she led everything else –

– something exciting about the afternoon where Ellie left a little earlier than usual, sunlight still spearing through the tall living room windows while Lindsey Buckingham crooned through the stereo speakers and Benny twirled through the motes of dust lazily, a glass of wine in one hand, her hair glittering in the light. She and Ellie had gone to the beach earlier in the day when he’d been occupied with fixing the balcony door, and she’d donned another donated dress for the occasion; a cascade of white with splashes of emerald leaves and blossoms, the skirt loose and flowing, and when she danced, a bittersweet thought struck Joel: that this was probably the closest he would ever get to seeing her in anything that even remotely resembled a wedding gown.

Sunburn kissed her shoulders with a rosy glow, a blush mirroring the flush on her cheeks, and when she beckoned for him to join her, curling two fingers in and out as she swayed, he did so with no hesitation, drawn to her like a moth to a flame – though he took her hand, first, spun her around slowly, and then wrapped her up against him from behind, all the better to trail his lips down her neck and over her shoulder, leaving fleeting white marks against her heated and red skin. And there was just something about this that felt different even when it was achingly familiar; there was a rawness to it, an uninhibited surrender in the way she tilted her head back with a longing sigh, finding rest against his shoulder, the way she tipped the wine to her lips and drank long sips, then held it up so he could do the same.

I put these two through so much - and I love that when the opportunity arises, people choose to show them in their better, happier moments. ♥️

[bumblepony]

Sharing this again because it's absolutely amazing. Tess and Joel from one of my favorite Tess/Joel AU's Interstellar Overdrive. Made for my wonderful friend @hypnotisedfireflies by the extremely talented @miranhas-art.

[hypnotisedfireflies]

Raaaaah, it's Tess and Joel from my 70s AU, Interstellar Overdrive!

Thank you so much @bumblepony for commissioning this from @miranhas-art . I can't even with how sweet this is and they're just so beautifully captured in their groovy threads and lovestruck gaze.

Brb climbing the walls. Thank you so much! I shower you both with hearts!

[inayaluic]

Ohhh, Big Stretch - update

Chapter 6 was just posted. Thanks @miranhas-art for the comm!!

(E, WIP, 17,673 words)

One-on-one training sessions with Rey were fine. Really. Even if he did spend half the time adjusting his shorts, trying to will away an erection, Ben knew he'd gladly sign up for a special session with her again.

Or:

Ben wouldn't normally be described as a himbo. He did, after all, graduate at the top of his class and spent several years climbing through the ranks at First Order Industries.

But now that his life had crashed and burned with the indictment of his mentor, and he had to move back in with his parents while he reevaluated his life, his confidence was at an all-time low.

There was just something about coming home. It wasn't his fault that he was clumsy and lost for words whenever Rey was around. At least she thought he was funny even when he fell off the treadmill, twisted his ankle in yoga, and accidentally signed up for the senior line dancing classes.

God. He really was a disaster, wasn't he?

[grogu-explains-it-all]

How's our favourite little lad now the weather is warming up again? Are you ready for the summer sweet boy?

My floaties are blowed up, and I am ready!

(Commisoned art by @miranhas-art )

[baronessofmischief]

Negotiations

Ezra and Cee facing off in the pirate au once again!

@miranhas-art is the best person to work with when it comes to translating ideas into art! She was especially gracious with the details I requested this time around and I have to tell you my jaw actually dropped when she showed me the finished piece! 💕

Everyone go give Mari all the love she deserves because my own words are not enough 🥰

[isopodcast]

I recently commissioned @miranhas-art to draw two original characters, Suliya and Atlas (Suliya is mine, and Atlas belongs to my girlfriend.) I was blown away with the art, so I had to write something around it. It was supposed to be a drabble, but it turned into a short story because I couldn't write anything under 500 words to save my life.

Feel free to read it below the cut!

Words: 770 (approx.)

Content Warnings: None (besides several curse words and mention of insects)

Every month, Atlas voyages from Washington to Michigan to bask in Suliya's bright and joyful light. Feeling her presence releases more endorphins than the sun ever could. His trip is more than 2,200 miles, five hours in the air, plus a layover in Chicago. Atlas' pampered first-class seats cost over a thousand dollars; he must have the legroom, he says. And he gets grumpy without a decent meal, which apparently tastes better when it's complimentary.

But this time, Suliya booked a flight secretly, the shoddiest airline that flies into Seattle. Economy seats, nothing free of charge except a barf bag. Her best friend, Mikayla, agreed to oversee her store and care for her animals while she was away so that it would be a worry-free vacation. She planned to be inside Atlas' condo, lounging on his sofa while he ran errands. Sam, his roommate, was supposed to send him away before she arrived.

Instead, they almost collide at the entrance of his apartment building. Suliya barely has time to set her luggage down before Atlas pulls her into a crushing embrace.

"What the fuck!?" he howls. "What the fuck? When did you--"

"Thirty minutes ago!" she interjects, being squeezed by massive biceps. Blissful, her body is practically limp in his arms.

"No, when the fuck did you buy plane tickets?" he interrogates, "How long have you known you were coming?"

"Since last week."

"Last week!?  Babeeee, why didn't you tell me? I would've picked you up at the airport!"

"It was a surprise!"

"Well, it's more than a surprise; it's a fuckin' delight."

She struggles but manages to crane her head upwards and beams at him, struck with thanksgiving to fate for bringing them together. "You're a fuckin' delight."

One hundred and sixty-one nights have passed since they met; he's been keeping track. Before then, Atlas wasn't sure love existed, not for him, not at the capacity felt for most, but Suliya has given his life a vibrancy it's never known; colors are brighter, aromas are more intense, touch is more tender and intimate. That unforgettable day might've been the luckiest one of his life, and he's scored with the Montana Lottery before, big time.

"How long do I have you? Did you get round-trip tickets?" he asks.

She shakes her head from side to side. "Nope."

"Planning on stayin' a while?"

"Until you're ready for me to go," she replies, "But I don't know if that'll ever happen."

"Yeah, I guess you're never leaving."

Heartbreak has always been one of his most debilitating fears, but losing Suliya is unthinkable. She's out of his league; Atlas has thought that since their first conversation, and he still believes it to be true. There isn't a doubt in his overactive little mind that someone so dynamic, with a beauty as celestial and a soul as rare as hers, wouldn't be satisfied with him forever. He's obsessed, but she deserves more than that. To him, Suliya is divine; countless men and women have worshipped her, and he worries that he might not pray or sacrifice enough.

Atlas lifts her from the ground, bringing their faces close. His eyes shut as she wraps her arms around his neck. Her hands travel to his hair, nimble digits fussing with dark waves. He practically purrs in response, leaving gentle kisses on every inch of skin he can access; her cheek, her ear, her neck.

"I'm keeping you," he murmurs, nuzzling the tip of his nose against hers, "And you're never going to leave if I have any say."

"Oh, nooo," she teases, "Stuck with you? God forbid."

"I'll lock the door and throw away the key, don't even tempt me. I don't play around, toots."

"Sealed away in a penthouse! How will I survive?"

They laugh together, relishing in each other's warmth and familiar scents. Atlas would fall apart without her, a giant rag doll stripped of his thread, spilling polyester stuffing with fabric asunder. He assumes he needs, wants, and loves her more than the healthy doses, more than she possibly could him, except the truth is that Suliya is equally devoted and afraid. Love has never been her strong suit; it's always ended poorly, but Atlas is worth the risk.

Busy downtown traffic breezes past them, snippets of dialogue buzzing intermittently from passersby. They stare at one another in comfortable silence.

"I do have to go home at some point," she mutters. "There's the shop and all the plants... And my cat likes Mikayla, but she'll miss me. Plus, the tarantulas, the snake, the centipedes--"

"Don't worry about the critters; I'll send for their things."

[prolix-yuy]

Decoherence

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader “Sugar”

Summary: It's only been a year since your trip into Westworld. Only a few short months of settling into your newer, happier life. And when you think back on Jack, he's a fond memory confined to a fantasy world. Only...he's not. Not anymore.

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, themes of infidelity, heavy angst, graphic smut, mild body horror as it relates to being a host, death and dying, implied character death, some liberties taken with how Westworld works. Specific warnings will be listed at the beginning of each chapter.

Sequel to Cognitive Dissonance

Original commissioned artwork by @miranhas-art. If you are interested in working with the amazingly talented Mari, please head to her Tumblr page or check out if her commissions are open. While this art depicts the reader in a finite way, the character is written without descriptions of physical attributes. You are the reader, the reader is you, and this is one possible version of that.

Chapter 1: I Once Had a Different Path

Chapter 2: Then I Heard a New Voice Inside

Chapter 3: That Was the First Time I Lost Her

Chapter 4: I Had to Face the Journey Before Me

Chapter 5: They Destroyed the Man I Was

Chapter 6: You Gave Me the Strength to Keep Going

Chapter 7: You Saw Me for How I Really Was

Chapter 8: And I Was Reborn

Epilogue: The Other Side of Death

Cross-posted on AO3

Chapter titles are taken from Akecheta’s monologue in Season 2, Episode 8 “Kiksuya.”

Decoherence is a term in quantum mechanics defining the loss of quantum coherence, the process in which a system's behavior changes from that which can be explained by quantum mechanics to that which can be explained by classical mechanics. It can be viewed as the loss of information from a system into the environment. As a result of this process, quantum behavior is apparently lost, just as energy appears to be lost by friction in classical mechanics.

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[shadesoflilac505]

Calling all the Joel Miller delulu girls, this is for USSS

Made this little soft thing a while ago, when I discovered @miranhas-art and she inspired me with one of her maaaany beautiful pieces😭❤️

[lahooozaherr]

I commissioned the seriously talented @miranhas-art for some art of my I Will Always Find You fic and I’m in love, I have ascended, I’m OBSESSED!! Her art is so soft and dreamy, this was better than I had even originally imagined. Thank you so much for creating this for me, I’m just honored!!

(As always with any art made for a self insert, this is just my own interpretation of reader for my self indulgence and not an official representation of reader. She is as vague as I can help so anyone can see themself in her. ❤️❤️)