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phantasm-echo · 1 month
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Tired cat father Rex means so much to me you don’t even know
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bibannana · 1 year
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Ahsoka *baby padawan who is new to the 501st, holding a tooka kitten who climbed into her pack on a mission*: Well I guess you're mine now.
Fives *nods*: Looks that way Commander.
Ahsoka *tilts her head observing the tooka*: I think I'm going to name you after the bravest man I know.
Anakin *getting proud, thinking that it's him*: Why thank you-
Ahsoka *holds the tooka up in the air*: Rex
Anakin *double take*: What?!
Echo *almost topples over laughing*: Oh he's going to love this.
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clone-trooper-cheese · 2 months
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Fluffy therapy
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I got a Fives figure and put him on my friends cat. Long story short, we have now created a new species called "Macrooka" which are pretty much just giant cats. Here's a quick run-down of everything we made about them:
A species of giant tooka cats from Iduunnoh, an enormous planet, larger than Yavin Prime, located in wild space. This planet has everything giant. The floura, food and wildlife are all very large.
A full grown Macrooka can get up to 15 times the size of a tooka cat, hence the name Macrooka (Macro-Tooka) with an average height of 8.4 meters, length of 14.1 meters and an average mass of 150 kg.
Macrooka Cats purr in the range of 20-140 hertz (i dont know if this is the proper term for Star Wars stuff), which reduces stress responses in humanoids.
Reference image below of my friends cat, Dax
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mire-draws-things · 11 days
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one hundred tookas: #6 | Fives
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I followed my heart and went a bit ham on this one :v
1: Talu (oc) | 2 - 4: Wolfpack | 5: Gaze (oc)
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marbled-polecat · 2 years
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After a conversation about tookas with @cacodaemonia this absolute nonsense sank its teeth into my muse and they made me draw it! Sorry for how rough it it, I just needed to get it out of my head!
As a side note. This might be my crowning artistic achievement:
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It’s all fun and games until Anakin convinces a shiny to eat bugs!
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fedoraqueen · 4 months
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Hear me out, Tooka Clones!
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paige6768 · 2 years
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A Fives plush design is now available along with the Ahsoka and Rex options!
https://etsy.me/3MrHnS1
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bevebee · 2 years
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Daily Star Wars thought #3
Dogma hates tooka cats he claims it’s because they are unhygienic and unpredictable but he’s actually just scared of them because their little eyes creep him out.
Tup made him promise to never tell anyone this because let’s face it Dogma would be attacked by the rest of the 501st. However once while drunk he admitted it and now the rest of the boys take stray tooka cats and hide them around the barracks to scare Dogma.
Whenever Dogma goes to Rex for help he just shrugs because he secretly loves having the tooka cats around ( ok but imagine Rex with a cup of caf a tooka cat on his lap going through a Holopad).
Plus Anakin and Ashoka absolutely adore the cats and try to persuade Obi wan and Cody to have tooka cat mascots for different clone battalions.
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phantasm-echo · 2 months
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You guys!!! I hit 1k followers over on Instagram a few days ago and am doing a Draw This In Your Style challenge to celebrate, so I thought it would be fun to post it here too if anyone was interested heheh.
Only rules are:
- it has to be your art and your style (obvs) no tracing allowed
- you can switch up the pose and setting, just keep echo in this ARC fit i designed for him
- include cat! fives
- tag me so I see it!!
- and most importantly, have fun with it!!
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coruscantguard · 2 years
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groundhog day fic of "orders", except its echo pov and he somehow gets yeeted to coruscant for it. he spends so much of the fic confused because he has literally no idea what keeps resetting the loop. more and more incredibly complicated coincidences keep happening to keep him from realizing that it's fives' death that's resetting the whole thing. when he finally learns that it's fives' death, he learns it in the most ridiculous way possible. this is the kind of dark comedy fic i think we deserve.
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chopper-base · 2 years
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The entire holonet: wait, hold up. Didn't you die?!?
Fives: ya, well. It didn't stick-
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@same-heart-same-blood this is basically how it went when you showed up🤣
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mwolf0epsilon · 1 year
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What started out as a redraw of a tooka cat from one of the star wars comics because it'd make for a neat emote, became an exercise in battling the Horrors™ through turning some clones into the cutest of space kitty cats.
Oh, and Tooka Rex still became an emote anyway so, win-win!
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cats-inthe-cradle · 2 years
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'48 and captain the tooka pretty please :DDD for the prompt....i'm trying to think of a prompt klsjkflj 'unexpected', maybe?
For this post
Thanks for the ask Emma! Here ya go :D
CT-6548 palmed open one of the many small, inconspicuous doors that dotted the hallways of the Resolute and slipped inside. He stopped short just inside as the door slid closed behind him, muffling the busy commotion outside.
He had been expecting—had been looking for—a supply closet. This wasn't a supply closet. He thought it might have been, once, it was the right size. But the majority of the shelving had been removed and replaced by a short table, squishy looking seats of questionable integrity—one was just a rounded blob with no visible support whatsoever—and other pieces of what he assumed was furniture but didn't recognize. One such piece of furniture was a metallic code that came up to his waste and was letting off a faint humming sound. Some kind of machinery perhaps? But it didn't matter.
This definitely wasn't a supply closet, at least not the kind that held your typical supplies. That was fine though, this would do just as well.
'48 settled in the corner closest to the hallway that wasn't immediately by the door, it was the most out of the way and hidden spot in the room. He didn't want to soil the furniture—his armor was still covered in mud and soot and blood. He hadn't found the time yet to clean it off, didn't really feel up to cleaning it at that moment.
So he tucked himself away in the corner, content to sit on the floor in a little ball.
He wondered if the rest of the squad had missed his presence yet, if they'd at all noticed him slipping away. He wouldn't blame them if they didn't. In the chaos that was the aftermath of a devastating battle it would be easy to lose track of the newest rookie added to your squad. Maybe they'd come looking for him once things had settled down. He didn't know them well enough yet to guess their actions—maybe he never would.
Squads were a fickle thing, that was one thing he'd learned in the short amount of time he'd been deployed. '59, 32', Tap, had all been some of the first casualties that week. Three members of his squad, gone like that, and he and '27 had been quickly shifted to a new squad. Eta squad.
And now Twenty-seven—.
'48 stopped himself.
Don't think about it.
Don't think about it. Just wait for news. If it was good news then, well, it was good news. It would be a relief and what came next didn't matter so much. If it was bad news…
Well, '48 was good at distracting himself and the pain would go away eventually. Isn't that what everyone said at least? That the pain would lessen over time, that you'd get used to their absence? '48 hoped so.
'48 startled as the door to the small space slid open. He froze, glancing up to catch sight of whoever had entered. But there was no one there, and the door soon slid closed. Maybe someone had simply poked their head in, or didn't realize they had the wrong door and—.
A loud mrroww caused '48 to start again, and he whipped his head around to see a tooka sat neatly in front of him.
"Osik."
The tooka tilted its head slightly at expletive, its fluffy silver fur seeming to bounce slightly at the movement. It was almost as if it was considering the word.
"Don't repeat that."
Kriff, he was an idiot. '48 was so glad they were alone right now.
The presence of the tooka was very...unexpected. He hadn't been aware of any onboard animals. Said tooka moved forward suddenly, and '48 pressed back against the wall.
He wasn't afraid of the tooka, it was simply an unknown element. And he was fairly certain those things had claws.
The tooka butted its head against '48's left greave, uncaring of the grime. It was making a very soft rumbling sound, and whatever primal urge (as he'd heard trainers refer to it) that insisted free-falling was fun (and it was) prompted him to reach a hand forward and touch the feline. The tooka butted its head against his outstretched hand, and '48 hastily pulled back.
The tooka gave him a look that was eerily human in nature, and '48 returned his hand, running two fingers along the fur in between its ears. The rumbling sound increased in volume and '48 gave a hesitant grin. He brushed his hand along its back, and his fingers caught on something decidedly not fur.
He shifted forward to get a better look. It was a harness of some kind, partially hidden by the long fur. Blue edged with grey, with 501 in bold letters across the back accompanied by a medical symbol. A tag hung off of the collar, and he fingered it, carefully reading the words imprinted there.
Captain the Tooka
Property of CT-1409 Echo
Underneath that was a comm code, and '48 wondered what had happened that prompted them to put contact information on the tag.
The name of the clone was almost familiar, hadn't someone in Eta squad mentioned an Echo during the campaign? He wasn't sure.
Captain pushed their way onto '48's lap, settling into a round ball of fluff. He smiled down at the tooka, gently streaking its fur.
He felt just a bit better now.
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renton6echo · 1 year
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I read PyromanicDaydreamer's SW: The Clone Wars fic and it was so cute and fluffy I had to record it.
Summary: Jesse finds a tooka on a covert scout mission. She insists on following him back to the ship. The Alor has spoken.
Listen and enjoy!
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queenariesofnarnia · 2 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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gamelpar · 25 days
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Crosshair: Please, try using those tooka eyes on someone who actually has a soul.
Omega: *pouting*
[five minutes later]
Wrecker: *on verge of tears looking at Omega* Dammit Crosshair, just give her what she wants!
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