Tails Fanart Novels & Stories

Tiffany stared at her with disappointment, her imaginary ears drooping. Phoebe laughed at the look of her friend. She really is pretty… with her long black hair and gray eyes, she’s almost fictional. But of course, no one’s perfect. Because this friend of hers is somewhat crazy. She’s someone who is sometimes childish, sometimes mature and most of the times funny. But Tiffany is the perfect image of a youthful professional worker. She do have fun sometimes, but she knows when to stop. She knows her boundaries. Maybe that’s the reason why they clicked with each other.

See you in next chapters for fun and giggles. Gift for us... I got a fanart image for Banks & Eleanor. It's my current profile picture. Hope they look as imagined. Xie Xie

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.

Mortals were such small, fleeting creatures—and they lived such enormous lives through what they chose to love. A young man raised a shot to his lips and downed it at the bar, apparently uninterested. My eyes caught a shape tattooed darkly just above his right elbow. Even upside down, I recognized the design: a thick-sided triangle with a laurel wreath emblazoned within it. It was a fan tattoo, but not any fan tattoo. My stomach sank in disgust, souring the moment. The tattoo represented the followers of another fae musician performing as publicly through the mortal world: Sy.

Her trembling fingers held her folds open. Swinging the spoon over, Wade carefully ladled the sticky sweet concoction down along her open slit. Shivering, Kanda had never felt such a sensation. All warm and thick along her sensitive parts. It hit her in that instant that there were many firsts for her over the last couple of weeks with this man. Her attention then focused on the Sexy Syrup Dispensing God above her. His lips quirked up in a gratified smirk as he sat for a moment gazing at her ‘opened hood’ while he painted her lady parts with syrup.

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

“This is my dear friend, Tanya. Yes, she is a singer and songwriter. She’s very talented and very popular in the human world.” “And the shifter world based on all the wolves here.” “Do you think she’s warm?” “Do you think she likes us?” “Do you think she’ll swat at us like we’re flies.” “She won’t swat at you,” I say, stopping their barrage of comments. “I would never swat at you. Hope says you’re sprites?” Tanya asks, stepping forward. I can feel her intrigue with the supernatural pushing forward. One of the sprites flits forward. “I am Funichio of the Woodland Sprites, Lady Tanya. This is my sister, Fanella. Welcome.”

Just give it a spin, man. [TheSeventhSnake: Why are you trying to push me this mech anyway? Do you know Chasing Clouds?] [Triceratopssss: Nah. I lost an arena match against another custom Fantasia by the same designer. I've been keeping my eye on him since then since he managed to come up with something stupid.] [TheSeventhSnake: Ok, let me see his profile... the Fantasia 2R-E, right? It's the only other model on his account. Oh...]

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

Chapter 32: Finrir The Bard pt 1 Tritan carefully guided Finrir towards the cage, allowing Joe and Bryan to observe the unique appearance of Finrir's two tone tail. Finrir's front was adorned in a pristine white shade, beautifully contrasting with the fan-like pattern of black along the back of his tail, reminiscent of the majestic orcas that roamed the ocean. Even his dorsal fin bore a stri resemblance to that of an orca, exuding power and grace.