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wyvernsrus · 3 months
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padawansuggest · 7 months
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Anakin: *after his 5th failed Coruscant driving test in a row* hmm…
Mace: You’re the reason your master is going grey already. This is why I have to take you to this once a month instead of him.
Anakin: That’s fair, but in my defense, I think those speeder bikes weren’t where they were supposed to be either.
Mace: Yes. Because your speeder pushed them on top of that building.
Anakin: …that’s also fair.
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nakaremfarlei · 13 days
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Was just thinking about the amount of animals Obi-Wan interacts with compared to literally everyone else and in the Clone Wars episode where Kamino gets attacked he literally gets saved twice by the same ray-like animal and just...
The growth from judging Qui-Gon for the 'pathetic lifeforms' he picks up to whatever he has going on during the Clone Wars era. He must have gotten that from Qui-Gon though, right?
And because it's my brain and it's rotting with all the star wars stuff I am consuming I was thinking of Obi-Wan saving all these creatures and the 212th having to deal with that. Surely they made one of the rooms pet proof in case one of them needs a new home. There also have to be clones who love that because of course Obi-Wan can't really take care of rescues on top of all his duties.
After the first few times this happens Cody learns to order animal food and other necessities. And if the Republic doesn't fulfill these requests or asks too many questions he'll just have to make sure to organize them on planet during the campaigns.
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sendpseuds · 6 months
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The sneakiest of shadows.
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I just watched Waxer sneak yet another tooka into the barracks. Commander Cody most definitely saw it and didn't say a word.
...I think he's finally given up on telling Waxer "no"
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killershark82 · 1 year
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Fic idea where Ezra works in a tooka caf shop before the ghost crew but he doesn’t know any faces he just subconsciously used the force to find out what they wanted the second they came through the door.
*When kallus first arrests him*
Kallus: I am agent kallus
Ezra: nice to put a name to the face white chocolate mocha
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bibannana · 2 years
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Tooka dolls pt.3
All tooka dolls here
Part One here
Part Two here
Part Four here
Part Four point Five here
Part Five here
Part Six here
Omega *running up to Tech*: Tech! Tech! I have something for you!
Tech *looking up from datapad*: Yes Omega? What is it?
Omega *holds tooka doll up into the air, very excited*: A tooka doll!! Look it even has your goggles!
Tech *takes the doll from her hands, examining it*: Ah yes, I can see the resemblance. Thank you for this Omega.
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Omega made sure the goggles are removable because they should be taken off for sleep
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cc1010fox · 9 months
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Cody: Let's change the subject. Fox can't participate in the conversation because he doesn't have a Jedi. Fox: What do you mean? I have a Jedi. Rex: My Jedi isn't yours just because he spends too much time around the Senate. Fox: I'm not talking about your crazy Jedi. Wolffe: So you're serious? You have a Jedi? Bly: Since when does the Coruscant Guard have a Jedi? Fox: Since I arrested him. Cody: Wait...Fox, no. Rex: Huh? Fox: He hasn't left since. Wolffe: You arrested a Jedi? Wouldn't that be a Sith? Fox: No, he's a Jedi. He's an idiot Jedi, but he's a Jedi. Bly: So, wait, let me get this straight...You arrested a Jedi, that Jedi won't leave you alone now...so you're keeping him like a stray tooka? Fox: Yes. Cody: Fox, please. Rex: Who is this Jedi? Fox: Quinlan Vos. Cody: I'm leaving Coruscant.
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queenariesofnarnia · 3 months
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physical touch
the bad batch x f! reader
wc: 942
warnings: some fun teasing and that should be it. a light suggestive ending
You’re a physical touch person with a bright personality, you have been like that since you were young. Your friends enjoyed your hugs, or whenever you linked arms with them while walking. They also enjoyed how you always brightened their days. However, once you became a medic for the war, you dialed back on being physical touch. The clones did enjoy your soft hands helping them versus a droid, and your smile always put them in a better mood. You often helped the 212th or 104th, there were some rare occasions that Kix from the 501st requested you. That was until you were assigned to Clone Force 99 as their permanent medic. It took some time, but you ended up getting along with the squad great. Crosshair took longer to warm up to you, but it was expected after you first met them.
They weren’t aware of how much you liked physical touch until on a mission where you called to assist the 501st. The way many of the troopers greeted you with hugs, even Commander Tano and General Skywalker did. You walked next to the commander with your arms linked giggling. Your squad looked slightly confused, sure you were bubbly around them but never touchy.
“Is she acting different?” Wrecker asks, as they watch you laugh with your arm around the jedi commander.
“I believe she is behaving like herself” Tech says glancing at you before going back to his datapad.
“She’s different from when she is around us” Hunter answers observing you. The way your eyes lit up when you received any hug or form of physical affection.
“Looks like our little tooka doesn’t get enough attention from us. Look at how she’s eating up the regs attention.” Crosshair says taking off his helmet, putting a toothpick in his mouth. They sit away from everyone on their own, they keep an eye on you. They watch you as you lay your head in Ahsoka’s lap as she tells you a story of a mission she was just on. Then once her story is done you switch places animatedly telling her a story. Anakin calls a meeting to go over the plan for tomorrow. You stand next to Ahsoka arms still linked together. Once the meeting is over, Anakin makes his way over to you ruffling your hair.
“Missed having you around sunshine” he say before wrapping an arm around you pulling you in for a side hug.
“Missed you too trouble” you hip bump him. “How’s Pads doing?” you ask him quietly.
“She’s good, she says hi” he shoots you a wink before walking off with Rex. Leaving you and Ahsoka by the fire together.
“So, tell me, have you even tried hugging your own squad yet? They keep staring holes into the boys’ heads when they hug you or pay you any attention.” She says laughing.
“No way. I’m too scared to ask. This bunch was already affectionate when I got here” you say gesturing to the 501st. She nods in agreement, laying her head on your shoulder.
“I don’t think it’ll hurt to ask” she tells you looking up at your squad. You look over at them too and give a small smile. Wrecker happily waves at you. “Go over there and spend some time with them. You know where to find me if they say no” she removes her head and pushes you up. As you walk across camp saying hi to the troopers that spoke to you, Fives stops you.
“You need a cuddle buddy tonight sunshine?” He asks flirtatiously. You laugh at his antics.
“Not tonight hon. I’ll find you if I change my mind” you continue towards your squad. Sitting next to Wrecker when you make it to them. “Hi boys” you greet them with your signature smile.
“ You finally had enough of the regs?” Crosshair hissed. You were a bit confused. You knew they didn’t like regular clones, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t.
“Is there a problem?” You ask looking at each of them.
“Yes” Crosshair quickly answered. “All this affection you’re suddenly giving to regs.” he points his toothpick at you.
“All you had to do is ask for a hug mesh’la” Wrecker says wrapping his arm around you, the Mando’a term of endearment rolling off his tongue sweetly.
“Are we not sufficient enough to provide you physical affection?” Tech asked, as he finally tucks his datapad away.
“Do we not give you the attention you need?” Hunter’s husky voice sent a shiver down your spine. You were getting flustered.
“What do you mean? I am getting enough attention” you say trying not to stumble over your words.
“Is our little tooka shy all of a sudden?” Crosshair mockingly asks.
“You were just blossoming from the attention you were receiving” Hunter says scooting closer to you.
“The way her pupils are dilated now, she is enjoying our attention more than what she was previously receiving” Tech points out. You stand up quickly not wanted to keep facing the teasing.
“I’m going to sleep on the Marauder” you announce walking away. They each get up as well.
“Not without us” Wrecker says laughing. You hide your face in your hands heading in the direction of the ship. A hand was placed on your back guiding you.
“Maybe you won’t get sleep little tooka” Crosshair whispered in your ear. You groan due to embarrassment.
“Save your noises for later mesh’la” Hunter said from the other side of Crosshair.
“I’ll have to record the noises she’ll make later” Tech says excitedly from your left side. The others chuckle at you, agreeing with him.
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mythical-illustrator · 9 months
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I'm actually incredibly proud of this one
....I've drawn so much crosshair lately I swear
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I'd like to think @zaana for the inspiration - your omega trying to keep a tooka/loth cat series gave me brain worms 💜
And @cloneenthusiast I hope it's okay that I drew/borrowed Spits and the others. They're too adorable and I love your tooka cat with batch drawings.
....maybe I'll draw the others with more animals 😜
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threebea · 26 days
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I feel like if Maul got a tooka it would have fixed him. Like not all the way but 50%. Lonely man needed a pet so badly.
Ohhhh he finds it on his trash planet. Mangy ginger tooka that steals things from him. He hates it. It keeps getting away from him. He is pre-spider legs and his grasp of the Force is mostly just keeping himself alive.
He starts calling it Kenobi. One day it shows up missing one of its back legs and Maul nurses it back to health. It starts bringing him rodents to eat after that. Both of them are sort of roommates. Then Savage shows up and Maul refuses to leave without Kenobi.
Savage: ... The Jedi isn't here brother...
Maul: KENOBIIII!!!
Kenobi: mrrr?
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padawansuggest · 2 years
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Jaster: *while leading a small child out of a forest to the nearest space port to bring him back to Mandalore* …Ob’ika, this is the fifth tooka to try and climb into your robes this morning. Are you… do you normally take care of them? Like when I’m sleeping?
12 year old Obi-Wan, just met Jaster three days ago when their ships crashed on the same planet, was adopted within five minutes of meeting him: …no? They just. I mean. Animals just sorta… do that, ya?
Jaster: Oh. Do they always do that with Jetii?
Obi-Wan: …oh I mean… I guess not. They always do that with me. Master Yoda said I’m aligned with the cosmic force, which is why I give Master Windu an eye twitch when he sees me, but animals are sorta chill. They don’t care about the bad, they just think the cosmic force tastes good.
Jaster: !!!!!!!?????! What the kark does the cosmic force taste like??? What the kark IS the cosmic force????
Obi-Wan: Oh, um, it sorta tastes like sparkles, I think? Lil bit spicy, you know? It’s when your force attracts both unifying and living force to it.
Jaster: Okay, that last one makes a bit more sense and you could have lead with that. The living likes you because the living force likes you. And you taste like sparkles. Okay. Sure. You know what, you have a big brother, Jango, and he made about as much sense as you do now when he was your age. Arla was already in the ‘makes sense sometimes’ category when I got her. Idk why I questioned that.
Obi-Wan: *giving his most recent tooka cling-on a kiss* This one is really stupid, can we keep him? The stupid ones don’t last long in the wild.
Jaster: You know what? Sure.
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imdead2124 · 21 days
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Omega, holding up a tooka she found: Dad, can we keep him
Hunter: ... What did Echo say
Omega: He said no
Hunter: Then why are you asking me?
Omega: Because Echo's not the boss of you
Hunter:
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anstarwar · 9 months
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Ooh! Requests you say?! Always down for Sithy-Wan and Purge Trooper Cody shenanigans. Maybe them enjoying themselves with something simple and sweet (cake? rain? ocean? A tooka kit?) but everyone around them is not sure how to respond to them? I dunno, just love the conflicting fluff and terror.
There were some feral tookas ‘round the royal residences and, well, they bonded…
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dystopicjumpsuit · 22 days
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DJ MY LOVE!
May I request, from the cuddle prompts, of you feel so inspired:
- Feeling the rumble of their chest when they talk while cuddling
Or
- Needing their cuddles even though they have something else to do
With Tech! Haven't asked for him in a while and I think we could all use some Tech fluff right about now.
(If you get a bunch of asks for the same Clone or just feel a pull towards another clone, feel free to change it. 😘)
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A/N: REBEL MY LOVE! Thank you for this! I’ve never written Tech before, and I was a bit intimidated, so I hope I’ve done justice to our boy. Also, you get two prompts for the price of one 🩵
Pairing: Tech x Reader (GN; reader is shorter than Tech but not otherwise described, aside from having a rough morning and a tendency to keep things bottled up)
Rating: T (but as always, minors DNI)
Wordcount: 789
Warnings and tags: fluff, cuddles, Star Wars swearing, adult language
Summary: You swear to the Maker, if ONE MORE THING goes wrong today, you’re going to lose your mind. Tech has an exceptional idea for how to help.
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“Dank farrik,” you muttered under your breath.
The kriffing durang fruit you’d planned on turning into muffins had gone off. It smelled like death itself, and you gagged as you tossed it into the trash compactor. With a sigh, you glanced at your chronometer and winced.
Late. Kark. 
You snatched up your cup of caf as your brain raced to think of an alternative breakfast that you could pull together in a hurry before your scheduled holocomm. Not that Omega or the Batch really needed you to cook breakfast for them, but Benduday morning muffins had become something of a tradition, and you really, really didn’t want to see the matching disappointment in Omega and Wrecker’s eyes when you told them they would need to fend for themselves that day.
Maybe Shep has some extra—
“MOTHERKRIFFER!” you exclaimed, cutting off your own train of thought as the lid on your mug popped loose and you doused yourself in hot caf.
A quiet rustle sounded from the front of the Marauder as Tech slid out from beneath the control console and sat up to watch you, setting aside his hydrospanner. With supreme effort, you managed to keep your eye from twitching as you braced yourself for a well-deserved lecture on your language.
“Is everything all right?” he asked instead.
“Peachy,” you grumbled, grabbing a towel to wipe off your shirt in disgust.
He rose quietly and approached. “I do not believe you.”
“What gave it away?” you snapped, flinging the towel into the sink with a frankly unnecessary level of force.
“You are upset. Given the relatively minor nature of the incident, I deduce that something else is bothering you. Do you wish to discuss it?”
“Not really.”
“Astonishing,” he said dryly. 
“The kriff is that supposed to mean?” you demanded.
“Merely that I have observed that you often prefer not to discuss your struggles, though I hope none of us have ever made you feel as though you should not speak freely when something is troubling you.”
You blinked, too surprised to be offended at his earlier sarcasm. “You have?”
“Indeed.”
Well… shit.
“It’s nothing,” you lied. Tech made no response, but he didn’t bother to hide his skepticism. “Fine. It’s a bunch of tiny somethings that have all piled up on top of each other, and nothing is going the way I had planned, and I’m hungry, damn it, and now I have to think of something to cook for breakfast, except I have no kriffing caf left to make my brain work, and I have no other fruit to make muffins, so Wrecker and Omega are going to give me the tooka eyes, and I have a stupid holocomm that I’m expecting at literally any minute, and I don’t even want to talk to them, but I feel like I have to, and I swear to the Maker, if ONE more thing goes wrong, I’m going to lose my ever-loving mind!”
You grabbed the towel and began to scrub the sink furiously, desperate to focus on something other than the conversation that you very much didn’t want to have. After a few seconds, though, you felt a weight on your shoulder. You turned to see Tech’s hand resting there, and for a moment you were so shocked that you stopped scrubbing. He was not usually one to initiate physical contact, and you had always tried to respect his boundaries.
“Tech?” you asked uncertainly.
“I have observed that you often seem to find comfort in Wrecker and Omega's hugs when you are upset. As Wrecker and Omega are not currently present, I would like to offer my own.”
“Are you sure?” you inquired, dumbfounded. “Aren't you busy with the repairs from Omega’s last flight lesson?”
“It can wait,” he replied. “Unless you would prefer not—”
His sentence cut off abruptly as you crashed into him, burying your face against his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms closed around your shoulders, and he held your head in one hand. You slumped against him, turning your head so you could breathe.
“Thank you,” you murmured.
“You are welcome,” he replied, the rumble of his voice vibrating against your ear as you rested your cheek against his chest. “I do not wish you to feel as though you must face all your struggles alone. Even the tiny ones.”
Just then, your comlink chimed with the dreaded holocomm.
“Do you wish to answer that?” he asked.
“Not really,” you admitted, “but I probably should.”
“May I propose an alternative course of action?”
“Propose away,” you replied.
“Remain with me, like this, and forget the holocomm,” he replied.
“You know what?” you asked. “That's an exceptional proposition. I accept.”
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frostbitebakery · 10 months
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A vacation, Ponds muses. That would be excellent right about now.
“So you tried to pull a piece of metal out of your head yourself, flailing like an overturned turtle because your brain’s mobility center was literally shot, instead of letting Barber handle it,” he summarizes.
“The shrapnel was hindering my view,” Cody states, crosses his arms. “I like my view unobstructed.”
Ponds rolls his eyes. Why does he even try. “While flailing like an hour old tooka kit.” He makes a thoughtful sound. “Did someone get video feed of that?”
“You,” Cody growls, “are so mean.”
“A devastating retort,” Ponds says slowly. “You sure they got out all the metal?”
Pursed lips and a shrug. “Barber scanned me after putting me together again. Says all is where it should be and nothing more.”
“See that it stays that way.”
Cody’s face lights up like it only does around their batch. “Pondsie, you sentimental asshole, knew you cared.”
Ponds leans back, looking his brother up and down on the holo. “‘Course I care, tubie. Judging your life choices is more fun when you’re alive for the roasting.”
Cody flips him off. “Keep your head on.”
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There was no change to the changes ravaging through his body. The bones lying dormant under his knitted back together skull, the blistering, frozen, exploded off, whole skin. The desperate first panting after breath just to have vacuum greeting his lungs.
Dying is kind of horrible.
The white hair falls in clumps into the sink. All white. Not a single black hair left in the aftermath.
The hair clippers are put aside and he runs a hand over his now smooth head, forces himself through the hesitation, the fear of his fingertips snagging on bone splinters and brain matter. Of his fingertips snagging on emptiness because half his brain got blown out and sucked into space.
It had been the only way— Boba needed—
We die in silence, when there’s nothing, he thinks and looks up into the mirror.
There’s a scar where new meets old. Another one. Same as when their limbs get re-attached quick enough. Puzzled together like a child’s toy.
Ponds grips the edges of the sink, grins the slash in his mouth, smiles encouragement and feels the relief break on the shores of his chest that his eyes still manage to look warm.
“I am the sum of my parts,” he mutters to his reflection, wonders if he is still whole in some sort of definition.
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Commander Cody
Commander Wolffe
Commander Fox
Commander Bly
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