#whirlpool the fennec

[fireyartccoon]

random merfolk drawings I managed to scavenge from my sketchbooks while it’s (barely) still MerMay

The first two are from one of my favorite movies ‘Lu over the wall’, the one on the left was drawn without a reference, the other vice-versa, the rest are mostly from my Sonic prime AU, No place to be exact, and the last two are just random OCs, have a lovely day

[fantasiac]

something something Sonic Adventure 3 story idea

the kitsunami are an advanced sunken civilization underwater like Atlantis

the kitsunami shot a beam of energy through the sea and through angel island, breaking angel island into four pieces and shattering the master emerald, the emerald pieces sinking to the bottom of the sea (treasure hunting stages set up)

the kitsunami are the direct rivals to the echidna

the kitsunami all have multiple tails

tails was part of this ancient civilization before he (wasn't anymore, idk how yet), it explains why he's so smart and why he can swim

Kit the fennec was named after the forgotten tribe by Starline, who discovered the tribe a long time ago, in fact, starline's documentation of the tribe is how Eggman found it

the Tornado III, Subnautica, or the Whirlpool is the submarine upgrade to the tornado

(edut): I never mentioned that The dynamic between Tails and Knuckles is going to be the focus of their part of the game, and how they interact with eachother DIRECTLY CONTRADICTS the Kitsunami's legends of the echidna, showing how great Knuckles is as a guardian, and how great Tails is in comparison to the rest of the kitsunami

[bobathirstaccount]

Hard to Find Someone Like You

Boba x fem!reader, slow burn to smut, some romance, fair amount of plot, Post-Mando 2 Boba

You are a merc serving under Fennec at Fett’s Palace. It’s business as usual until a certain helmet starts tilting in your direction...

Translations (Mando’a)

mesh’la - beautiful

cyar’ika - sweetheart/ darling

TW: unprotected sex

***

CHAPTER FOUR

You had taken a fast shower and changed clothes, arriving to the cockpit just in time. Fett was already there. He took off without looking back at you. When you were in jump space, he turned in his chair to look at you.

“I’m going to meet a friend,” he explained.

“Okay,” you said, unsure how to respond. What did that have to do with you? The silence stretched. Eventually you decided to try speaking, “Why am I here?” You licked your lips nervously as he turned in his seat again, “I brought you for company. The trip is overnight.”

You blinked several times as he watched you. “Okay,” you said again, wondering why that was the only thing you could get out. You tried again, “I mean... sounds fun.”

You internally winced, but he seemed to accept that statement. He got out of his seat and walked past you, stopping to run his gloved hand through your hair. He then continued. Your head spun. You got up. Were you supposed to follow him? Did he want company now? You followed him to the mess. He calmly removed his helmet and set it aside. He grabbed a knife and a piece of fruit. Cutting into the fruit, he gestured at the food still on the counter. “Hungry?” The way he spoke it almost sounded like a command. You gulped. “No, I just ate.” He nodded.

You realized you were staring at him. You noted the scarring the Sarlacc had left on his brown skin. He was still handsome in a strange way. He met your gaze.

“My face isn’t a secret,” he said.

“I know.. I.. know, “ you ended, unsure.

“How are you mesh’la? Miss me?” You looked up at him. He had a wicked look on his face as his bit into a piece of the fruit.

“I know what that word means,” you blurted out.

“That is also not a secret.”

You blush, “Why though... call me that.”

He returned your gaze, “Because I find you mesh’la, cyar’ika.”

You glared despite yourself. He laughed gruffly. “Who is your translator? Your Twi’lek friend?”

You nodded.

“Well you will have to wait a while to learn what it means, then,” the edges of his mouth seemed to turn up.

“You could tell me?” You offered.

“Where’s the pleasure in that?” His dark eyes met yours. You gulped. He had finished the fruit. “We’ll be arriving soon. Behave yourself - no removal of body parts.”

You smiled at the comment on your brutality. “I’ll try.”

With that he left you alone.

***

Fett had left you aboard the Slave 1 upon landing. You sat idly in the observation room, wondering what he had in mind for later. Finally a droid met you at Slave 1’s ramp. “Master has sent me to escort you to the Great Fett’s suites. Come with me.”

You followed the droid wordlessly. On your way to your destination, you saw several humanoids with armor similar to Fett’s. Were these his people? You looked around in wonder. What was this place? You walked through the doorway the droid indicated, and the door slid shut.

The suites were a nice size; two rooms and a large bathroom suite. There was a whirlpool tub and a huge walk in shower. You decided to take advantage of the shower. You stripped and slipped inside, turning on the faucets. This was going to be nice.

***

You had fallen asleep in your towel on the king size bed. You woke with your hair partially wet still, not sure of the time. You wiggled out of the damp towel and walked around the room, stretching. You walked out onto the deck, admiring the night sky. You stretched again, enjoying the warm night air and feeling lazy.

“Lovely view.”

Surprised, you spun on your heel, hands still overhead.

Fett gave you an appraising tilt of his helmet, “Very lovely indeed.”

You smiled shyly, lowering your arms to your sides, “Hello, Fett.”

“Hello.” He took several large steps towards you, grabbing your waist possessively.

“How do you want me to keep you company?” You put your hands on his upper arms, staring at your reflection in his visor. He tilted his head slightly to the side, “Do you have any ideas?” You think about the crazy stories Ayy has told you and bite your lip, “Maybe.”

“Show me.” He slid his hands up to cup your bare breasts, making your breathing pick up a tick. You flipped through the catalog of your crazy Ayy stories memories and picked one at random.

Kissing his helmet, you trailed your hands down his body until you came to his belt. You undid his belt and pants. When you had his cock out you spit into your hand, and worked him until he was hard, using both hands on his shaft. You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips. You impaled yourself on him, enjoying the pleasant way that he made you burn slightly as he stretched you. You started to fuck him, rolling your hips, getting the hang of the position. He put his hands under your ass to help steady you. You started to fuck him in earnest then, moaning and trying to make a show of your tits. They were bouncy, you guessed. He widened his stance and let you fuck him. You couldn’t tell what he thought about it.

“This is fun, mesh’la... I like it when you fuck me like this,” he grunted. You smiled at the praise. You leaned back a bit to change the angle and he groaned, squeezing your ass and looking down between the two of you to watch. You grabbed onto his cuirass and tried to increase the intensity of your fucking. He adjusted his hips slightly so you could fuck him more deeply. This drew a moan out of you, and you worked on stroking that one spot in yourself with his cock. You pussy started to clutch around his shaft. You chased your high while he held onto your ass and watched you.

“Cum on me, cyar’ika,” he purred. The rumble of his voice put you over the edge and you called out, surprised at the intensity of your orgasm. It rolled over your body in several waves, turning your limbs to jelly and your pussy into a spasming mess. Fett helped you continue as your eyes rolled back in your head and your grip loosened. He took over and pumped into you, making you yelp and him growl. Finally he let go of you and your feet dropped to the ground. He held you against his chest. The cool metal felt nice against your flushed skin. You sighed and wrapped your arms around his waist. He let you recover, then pulled away. “What about me, mesh’la?” You bit your lip and looked up at him, “What else do you want?”

“I want to see what else you know how to do.”

You flipped through your mental catalog again. You pushed him towards some patio furniture. He laid down on it, helmet looking up at you. You straddled him with your ass facing him. Looking over your shoulder, you sank down onto him agonizingly slowly. He balled his fists and moaned softly. You put your feet on the ground and leaned forward slightly, then started to bounce up and down on his cock. He grabbed your ass cheeks and groaned. You looked at his face. He was watching you fuck him, but looked up. You tried to give him a sexy look, then turned around. You started to slide your hands down his thighs towards his knees, lifting your pussy off his cock a little more as you continued. He moaned and held your hips in place, starting to pump up into you erratically. You guessed he was close. Trying to make an impression, you said, “Cum in me, Fett.” He did, almost as if on command, grunting and cock twitching deep in your pussy. You both paused for a moment, panting. Then you got off him, and laid down on one side of him. You curled up against him.

He grunted and sat up, putting himself away. You sat up and leaned against his shoulder, “Now what?” He turned his head to look at you, “You’re very.... affectionate.” You looked up at him, embarrassed. You started to sit up. “I didn’t say to stop,” his voice stopped you dead. You settled back down.

He looked up at the night sky and sighed. “I’m tired. Come sleep with me.” He stood up, pulling you with him.

[evykieran]

The portal from nowhere.

(Open roleplay starter)

A fizzling spark is heard and a white dot appears mid-air. The white crust outline grows rapidly larger revealing a whirlpool of purple, blue and white swirls spinning methodically in clockwise direction. The dimension gate gurgles with a sweeping roar similar to that of static buzzing. An inwards wind blows towards it, but quickly changes to a gust of particles blown outwards.

A woman, a hovering book and a Fennec fox come crashing through the middle of the portal. The portal beams in the moment of immersion. They land on the ground a few inches away. The gate behind them closes with an accompanying loud fizzle and burns out in the air above them.

The woman’s immensely dark brown hair is lavish and flowing at shoulder-length. Overall her face looks childish but aging.

She wears victorian-esque manly clothing. A wool bag is wrapped around her shoulders and filled to the brim with an assortment of items.

The Fennec fox is the size of a big cat with over average long ears. His figure is slim and flexible and seemingly standing on guard.

A book floats in the air, closely follows the woman. It shimmers with a bright blue hue. The hard case book’s spine reads: ‘Morsórátor Códex’ in golden letters. The front cover displays an angel holding a sword behind a broad and thick bone shield. Ethereal wings spread across the cover and glows with the same bluish hue. 

The woman carries with her a gnarly black staff in her right hand as she’s sprawled across the ground. From the crescents at the top hangs several raven feathers from strings of silk.

She stands up, her joints cracking from the uncomfortable landing. She dusts herself off quickly before exclaiming:

‘‘Bloodeh ‘ell! Whe’e the fohk am I?’‘ And peers around.

(Scenery and situation, up for interpretation by the replier)