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luoiae · 2 years
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THE PLAGUE IS UPON US
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constant-brain-fog · 2 years
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I don’t remember where I got the idea but what if Boba was the one braiding Fennec’s hair huh Dave Filoni make it canon I am no longer asking 🔫
I’m probably gonna colour it soon but I was just very proud of the lineart! I love this duo so much 💚🧡 I wanna see some slice of life for them they deserve it
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f-fennec · 2 years
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i love them
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hrtiu · 2 years
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@luoiae​ look at them
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nebuloz-glitt · 2 years
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venividivoom · 3 years
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😍😍😍😍
Art by isob.uhhh on Tik Tok
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cyborgamazon · 3 years
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“anesthesia is no match for these thirsty lips”
Fennec Shand: Rearrange my 𝓰𝓾𝓽𝓼 daddy
Boba Fett: Why isn’t she under anesthesia
Din Djarin: She’s under so much anesthesia
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bobaxfennec · 3 years
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Hi all! Welcome to @bobaxfennec - the one blog on Tumblr right now that collects all the posts of this wonderful ship!
Names of the ship have been a bit all over the place, and I’ve seen a variety of tags being used. My personal favorite is “Bobannec Plague”, but I figured BobaXFennec would be easier for people to find and recognize if they’re new to the ship and looking for content!
Let’s do a little FAQ, shall we?
How do you tag your reblogs?
Edit - all gifsets + stuff people photoshopped (excluding memes) Fans - all the things fans say, which includes a lot of thirst, some cool plot ideas, as well as comedy/memes for the ship Fanart - speaks for itself, all fanarts, drawn media. Fanfic - all fanfics and prompts and drabbles
Will you only reblog Bobannec stuff?
No, I’ll also reblog posts that are more focussed on Boba and Fennec individually or just on their partnership in a non-romantic way. This is more to make sure the queue doesn’t dry up. I’m not trying to find *all* Boba fanarts, but I am trying to find and reblog *all* fanarts of Boba X Fennec together.  I will also reblog things that include Boba and Fennec in a non-shippy way. So, for example, fanart of the squad that includes Mando, Boba, Fennec, Cara, etc. I will not likely reblog content that’s very very clearly made for another ship. So if it’s Cara x Fennec and Boba is in the fanart, for example, I probably won’t reblog it.
Who runs this blog?
‘t Is I, @cartoonjessie - multishipper since the day I was born, drawn to all the promising redemption arcs and characters that make grandmothers call an exorcist if you proclaim to like them. 
Can I submit things?
I don’t really have a submit form, but you may always bother me in a PM or chat with a link to your Boba + Fennec stuff and I’ll be sure to queue it up! I do check specific tags regularly (Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Bobannec, Bobannec Plague) so I catch a lot, but probably not all. If you see @cartoonjessie liked your stuff, that means it’s in the queue or already reblogged. ;-) 
Will you remove my stuff from your blog? 
Link me to where I reblogged it and I’ll delete it. I’m not here to make your tumblr experience miserable and if for some reason you don’t want your stuff on a shipper blog, I understand. But you gotta link me to the specific posts before I can comply. 
Can I bother you with asks?
Yes, certainly! If you have prompt ideas, feel free to send them in an ask, or if you want to discuss something that happened in the show or something you learned, hit me up! That way you don’t have to put a separate post about it on your blog if that’s not the style of your blog, and fellow shippers can still read your thoughts or ideas.  I’m also always open for thirst messages regarding Boba and/or Fennec.  Keep in mind: asks will most likely get published, if you wish to discuss things in private, chat will be a better option! 
Will there be events? 
I’m most definitely open to the idea of events, challenges, prompt-weeks and more! But I think the ship and blog still needs to grow a little before we can organize anything and expect more than 2 people to participate. ;-) 
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sassygirl579 · 3 years
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Chapter 9--For real this time?
So if you read “The Lost Get Found” and haven’t seen the Mandalorian arc episodes of Rebels, this would be a really good time to do it--there are only six of them (listed on the handy list here).  I’m hoping I can write so that even those who haven’t seen them will get what’s going on--but it will definitely give some context of what certain characters will be dealing with--as well as a lot more insight on some we’ve already met.
Also, while there will be sister feels, friend snark, and moms momming, this chapter will not be a fluffy one.  I tried my best, for nearly two months, to make it that way--but it never felt right--which was disappointing, because you know who wants lots of Caradin family fluff?  This girl!  Instead, we’re gonna get some content that might even be triggering to some readers (I’ll put specific warnings in the pre-chapter notes)--nothing too extreme, but as is said in the chapter......
“Sometimes things just trigger you—and it doesn’t matter how long it’s been since the traumatic event happened, or how much therapy you’ve had, or how much better your life is now—it’s like your mind, and even your body, think you’re back in that moment, and react accordingly.”
This doesn’t mean the entire story is changing--to the contrary, this chapter is setting up something we’ve seen our favorite couple do quite a bit in canon--and they’re gonna learn from those around them as well (and make some observations I think we’ll all like 😍)
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magicallyclueless · 3 years
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i too am infected by the bobannec plague
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luoiae · 3 years
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continued under the cut
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f-fennec · 2 years
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We're not suited for this.
If not us, then who?
The Book Of Boba Fett 1.07: In the Name of Honor
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hrtiu · 3 years
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Writing prompt idea- Bobannec marriage with the mandalorian vows? Maybe it’s a sincere but spur-of-the-moment thing between the two of them. I love your writing for this pairing! :)
Sorry it takes me so long to get to these prompts! I am still working through them, though, I promise! This one is great, thanks so much for the prompt <3
The heat on Tatooine was dry, but every once in a while the temperatures soared so high that the air was still heavy and sultry with it. On just one such day, Boba Fett rested in Fennec’s basement study at the palace, his back slouched in a wicker chair and his feet propped up against the edge of Fennec’s desk. He could be in his own study, of course, but the basement was always coolest on days like this, when even old Jabba’s powerful refrigeration system struggled to cool the ancient palace.
Fennec poured over a stack of flimsi and several datapads, her eyes flitting across each page for only a few seconds before moving on. Boba left most administrative work to Dr. Pershing—his brilliant mind was perfectly suited to paying bills and sorting the junk mail from what deserved Boba’s attention—but Fennec took on some of the more complicated business matters personally. She was a genius with a ledger, bringing Boba’s empire comfortably into the black less than two years after they’d started working together.
“Are you free next Tuesday?” Fennec asked, not bothering to look up from her datapad.
“Yes.”
“Alright. Keep it free. We’re going to Mos Eisley.”
The corner of Boba’s mouth turned down in distaste. “For what?”
“I’m making an appointment at the courthouse to get married. The tax benefits are ludicrous.”
Boba froze, his back arched midway through a stretch. Marriage. To Fennec? Taxes?
“I didn’t think we were the tax-paying type,” he said once he’d recovered enough to find his voice.
Fennec set her datapad down and looked over at Boba, a slight smile playing at her lips. “Only amateurs don’t pay their taxes at all. You have to give them something to throw them off your scent.”
“You want to get married to get a break on our fake taxes? On taxes that only represent a fraction of what we should be paying?”
Fennec narrowed her eyes at him. “And you have a problem with that? How do you think we got such a healthy surplus?”
Boba got to his feet and reached for his helmet. This was not a conversation he wanted his expression visible for. “We can afford it. Just pay the damn taxes.”
He started for the door, but the cold tone of Fennec’s voice stopped him in his tracks.
“What is your problem?” she asked. “It’s just a legal status.”
He turned on her. “It’s not just a legal status. Not to me.”
Her eyes flashed. “We’re already practically married. What are you not ok with? Do you want me to move out?”
“No!”
“Do you want to stop sharing finances? Do you want me to sleep with other people? Do you want to sleep with someone else?”
“No!” Boba, more forcefully than he meant to. Then he noticed the flicker of doubt glinting in Fennec’s eyes. Funny, he didn’t think he’d ever seen something like that in her expression before. “No…” he repeated, softer this time. “Of course not.”
“Then… what’s the problem?” Her voice had gone quiet—almost delicate, though Boba would never admit to even thinking of her that way.
“I don’t want to get married in the same place that spice addicts get sentenced, that’s all,” he said. “Even if it’s just for taxes.”
Fennec slumped back in her chair with a sigh, and Boba’s body relaxed. They’d fought enough over the years for him to recognize a ceasefire when he saw one.
“Fine. We don’t have to go to the courthouse,” she said.
“Good.” He stepped out of the office and closed the door softly behind him. As he walked up the stairs out of the basement, he stubbornly ignored the knot forming in his stomach. He’d won the argument, so why did he keep feeling like he’d lost?
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Boba barely saw Fennec over the course of the next three days. She’d always been somewhat elusive, disappearing for a few days at a time when she needed space, but this was the longest she’d been gone in years. It was the longest she’d been gone since they’d started sharing a bed.
Boba told himself he was fine with it. She was like an itinerant tooka, coming and going as she pleased. He knew he needed to be patient and let her come to him.
On the third day after their argument Boba walked into the master suite and immediately knew she was back. The signs were everywhere, subtle but unmistakable. The pile of shoes Boba had left by the door had been straightened, the lamp in the corner that Fennec liked to read under was lit, the closet doors—which Boba never bothered with—were shut. Afraid to spook her, Boba stepped cautiously further into the suite.
“...Fen?”
“In here,” her voice called from their room.
He followed the sound into their room, where Fennec tossed him his favorite blaster before he had time to register the sight in front of him.
“You have your armor on? Good,” she said.
Boba clutched at the blaster automatically, but his eyes stayed glued on Fennec. She was wearing a jet black gown that swept to the floor in elegant, draping fabric. The top twisted and criss crossed over her collarbone, tying behind her neck and revealing her shoulders. Her toned arms were hard with muscle but somehow her curves still showed through, her hips smooth and inviting and her skin begging to be touched.
“Fen… What’s this?” Boba managed to get out.
She picked up her sniper rifle from the bed and slung it over her shoulder, the thick leather strap at odds with her gazy dress but somehow still at home on her body. “You said you didn’t want to get married in a courthouse. So I did some research.”
“Research?” Boba was struggling to follow her, his mind both pleased and utterly bewildered by this turn of events.
“Yes.” She stepped towards him, sniper rifle still slung over her shoulder, and took one of his hands in hers. “I thought we could get married the Mandalorian way.”
“Oh…” This couldn’t be real, could it? Boba wondered in a daze. Did Fennec really know him so well? Could she see so far into his soul as to understand what he wanted before he even knew it himself?
That shadow of doubt passed across Fennec’s expression once more, and her grip on Boba’s hand tightened just the smallest amount. “Unless that’s not what you want,” she said.
That rare, precious show of vulnerability shook Boba from his daze, and his fingers squeezed Fennec’s back. He locked eyes with her and swallowed thickly, unexpectedly nervous.
“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” he said.
The corner of her mouth turned up and she responded, “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.”
And just like that, they were husband and wife.
Boba dropped his blaster to the floor and surged forward, pulling Fennec into a fierce kiss. She returned in kind, her lips moving against his in a way that was achingly familiar yet just as thrilling as the day they’d first kissed. He broke away long enough to push her onto their bed, then he was back on her, his tongue dragging a hot line up her neck.
She squirmed under him, then pushed him away so she could remove the sniper rifle from her back. Once her weapon was out of the way she snaked her hands around the back of his neck and drew him back down to her, her eyes dark and shining with an intensity only she held.
“What’s with the blaster and rifle, anyway?” Boba asked between breathless kisses.
She chuckled into his ear, her voice throaty and irresistible. “I don’t know, it just seemed more… Mandalorian.”
He snorted in response, though he couldn’t deny she was right. His wife was always right.
His wife. What a thought. Boba’s hand crept further and further up her thigh—his wife’s thigh—and he felt himself getting lost in her. With a jerk of her hips, Fennec rolled him onto his back and all he could do was stare up in wonder at her beautiful, lethal face. Her cheeks were flushed. Her braid hung over her shoulder, messy and nearly undone. She was the most flawless woman in the whole galaxy, and she was his. She was perfect, and he was hers.
She leaned down to him, and Boba lost his breath. “You know we’re still going to the courthouse next week, right?” she said, her voice husky and commanding.
Boba chuckled and drew her closer to him. “Damn taxes…”
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cyborgamazon · 3 years
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Spotchka? No thanks.
Fennec Shand slurping up boba tea while suggestively/aggressively making eye contact with Boba Fett.
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luoiae · 3 years
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it’s the BOBANNEC PLAGUE bitch
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f-fennec · 2 years
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all I want is a romantic scene on this balcony ty
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