#toad the tooka

[rachirodehills]

Tooka/Lizards(Flower Kingdom)

Tooka/Lizards

(Flower Kingdom) So I thought to myself, we have the super mushroom as a real species in Mario (Preferably Toads and Goombas). What if they're other species in super mario other than toads, yoshis, koopas, and goombas. Like these guys!  These are Tooka... or Lizards( Like Toad: the mushroom specie is named after a frog) or Flower People! They are like toads but they're flower like species, but there less human and more plant like. They live in the Flower kingdom, sometimes toads live there as well!  There ruler is Princess Maroone(Who I'll show later) The Red Male and The Pink Female Tookas  -  (c) @Rachi-RodeHills (This art won't make no sense) 

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

oooooo. i am so onboard for the haunted coruscant vibes! though it does have a bunch of wildlife and a sufficient water cycle for rainfall i think. though how much of it is accidental escaped animals breeding, and how much are lingering traces of native life... no clue... 🤔

critters of coruscant: hawk-bats, granite slugs, cthons, borrats, ferrocrete slugs, garbage worms, pikobi, yasalamiri, corridor ghoul, conduit worm, armored rats, subterranean whitefish, crown finch, dianoga, grate toad, refuge stinger, meer rat, shadow barnacle, ringed moon shadowmoth, skrat, spire falcon, tooka, stone mite, hive rat, thrantcill, weevil, and yellowtailed summer bird.

so we've got at least enough scattered, concrete boxed, metal wrapped parks, gardens, hydroponics, edible refuse, etc for a number of rodents, enough water for barnacles and toads and fish, stray flower boxes for moths, insects for hawk bats, etc.

(admittedly the majority of these creatures are legends content)

As someone who studies natural sciences, I think Coruscant as a planet is very interesting in a very horrifying way.

There is nothing natural there. The whole planet is completely dead. No natural climate, no hydrological cycle, no natural seasons, no fauna or vegetation left. The planet is completely dead, in a biological sense.

Coruscant is haunted because it's dead, and the only thing left there from the planet itself are ghosts.

[anstarwar]

Omen takes very good care of their tooka niece Toad

Clone Medic Omen belongs to @imrowanartist and is utterly delightful

[itsstrangelypermanent]

For the ask game: 4, 10 and/or 33, please.

I am screeching in delight now that I've figured out I have to answer asks on my craptop because my phone eats them.

4 - Do I have any OCs and do I have stories for them? Oh, sweet summer child. Let me tell you about Nuts and Carrion, and... let's be fair, the way I write Keeli (who has like zero canonical personality) and Mij Gilamar makes them essentially OCs. Their stories start in medlogs, which needs a major rewrite, then flows straight into the Road to Concordia AU @imrowanartist and @anstarwar keep enabling with me with. Currently, Nuts and Car are, by far, my favorite OCs, and their stories run... there's probably about 25 docs in our shared drive, plus my theory crafting and random files hidden everywhere.

Also... Toad the Tooka. She is Queen.

10 - Three favorite fic tropes. Idiots in love hits all my buttons in the most glorious way. Found family. *chef's kiss*. Families of choice.

Ok, I literally couldn't just settle on 3, so also have tragic backstory and enemies to friends to lovers.

33 - Give my writing a compliment. ... I can do that? Um. Well shit.

Um.

SOMEONE PUT YOU UP TO THIS. I am the worst at being satisfied at my own works.

Um.

... I don't suck as badly as I could at dialogue and world building. :D

[anstarwar]

Hey so thank you for my early death @imrowanartist and @itsstrangelypermanent I will now walk into the sea which has formed from the tears that fall from the cuteness of both the comic and the ficlet

The age difference between CC’s and CT’s is HUGE according to Poke.

Also yes, medics deserve to wear scrubs and lab coats, just because.

Carrion belongs to @itsstrangelypermanent and Poke to @anstarwar

[itsstrangelypermanent]

I am so totally trash at Tumblr posting, let's be fair.

That's fine. It's all fine. We’re all fine here.

How are you?

My hilarious list of wips? Is hilarious. My names are... overly descriptive.

Medlogs chapter... 28?

Baby AU ch 5/6

Carrion and Stone first meeting

Toad being a true Mando and adopting

Car/Poke smut mk2

Nuts wants to die aka Fi and Sev give him The Birds and The Bees Talk aka buzz buzz mfers

Yara and Cal are clueless for each other

Toad the Conquerer

Car's Guide to Babysitting his Tooka

How to Tame your Omen

No pressure tag to anyone who sees thissssss.

Wip Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!)

Big thanks to @cats-inthe-cradle and @ladysongmaster for tagging me 💗 So here are my wips:

Fake Sith Obi-Wan

The Corries adopt Ahsoka

Thorn comforts Fox

Fox shoots Rex

Raindrop

Cendre meets Dogma

No pressure tag: @commanderfoxdeservesbetter @airlockfailure @victoryandlife @one-real-imonkey @here-comes-the-moose @eyayah-oya

[mis-mcgifsten]

Love his hair and the Tooka transport pod.

Omen takes very good care of their tooka niece Toad

Clone Medic Omen belongs to @imrowanartist and is utterly delightful

[imrowanartist]

Hgsgsgsggsfsgs I'm still crying of laughter about this. The space buns, the holster for the tooka toy, the pink gloves 😂😂

100% Perfection

Omen takes very good care of their tooka niece Toad

Clone Medic Omen belongs to @imrowanartist and is utterly delightful

[itsstrangelypermanent]

This is an accurate representation of me rn.

Ro why do you murder me so? Car’s expression is just so done, Poke is being Põķë, and the #1 tooka dad mug with Toad on it.

I have died but shall come back to murder you likewise.

See below for the instrument of thy murder.

He tugged on the front of his scrub tunic, annoyed at the starched material around his neck.

Just because he could be.

Poke, meanwhile, was preening like a kriffing Senator in the mirror, adjusting, as they said, ‘the fall of the material to emphasize my silhouette’.

Whatever that even meant.

At least the red wasn’t Guard red.  

He supposed he should be appreciative, all in all.  The Clans had given them funding for not only the clinic, but supplies for it.

The difference between the GAR and here still blew his mind on a regular basis.

However, he was going to chase down whatever di’kut it was who had put the full-length mirror in the staff breakroom.  Poke was going to be insufferable.

He loved them regardless, but the little peacock really didn’t need any help.

He settled at the round table that had just… appeared… trying to bite back his moan as stiff muscles didn’t quite want to cooperate just yet.  

Par for the course.

He’d apparently closed his eyes to focus on breathing, because the next thing he heard was the sound of ceramic hitting solid wood.  Cracking an eye open, he found Poke grinning like a madman, shoving a caf mug at him.

A new caf mug?

He put that thought aside for a moment and instead focused on the warm steam and blessed smell coming up to caress his sinuses.  

“Just drink it,” Poke teased, though they put their own already suspiciously empty mug on the counter.  “Someone restocked the creamer you like, too.”

“Probably Omen,” he ignored the teasing and made a mental note to find some novelty for the pain in the shebs.  Maybe a package of matching hairties?  He set the thought aside.  No, that wouldn’t work.  Toad would just steal them all again, and they’d have to fish them out from under the conservator.  

Poke nodded sagely.  “Probably.”

They were lurking, clearly waiting for something.

He blinked.

This wasn’t his normal mug with the chipped rim and thrice-reglued handle.

“Number one tooka dad?”  He couldn’t help himself and snorted, the hot caf in his mouth almost making a reappearance through his nostrils.  “Poke.  Where… no, how did you get Toad’s face on a mug?”

His partner just beamed.  “Around!” they singsonged, far too pleased with themself for their own good.  “Just wanted to get you something.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You love me.”

“Not the point.”  He took another swallow, rubbing his thumb over the colorful image of the frankly snarky looking tooka.  The detail was quite good, her disdain for anyone not in her group of “acceptable food givers” evident.  

Poke clearly noticed by the puffing up they did, but didn’t comment further.

Brat that they were.

But, they did frown.  “Sore this morning?”

He was also frankly incapable of lying to them.  “Yeah.  Feeling my age, I guess.”  

Poke snorted, tugging the bottom hem of their jacket a final time before coming up behind Car’s chair and wrapping their arms around his shoulders, dropping a kiss to the top of his hair before resting their chin on the same spot.  “My old man over here-” they teased again, giving him a gentle squeeze as they curled around him.

He snorted again, careful this time to swallow his caf first.  “I’m six months older.”  

Neither commented that six months for a CC was closer to a year for a CT, thanks to the Kaminoans muddling about in genetics, or that Car’s extra time hadn’t been precisely kind to him.

“So creaky, practically in the grave,” Poke shifted and pressed their lips to the pulsepoint just behind his ear, softening their words.  “Who will be left to care for you in your geriatric years!” he wailed, re-enacting a scene they’d watched on a horribly melodramatic Pantoran holosoap.  “Who will tend to the childrens!”

“Toad.”

Poke pulled away, spun, clutching their hands to their chest like the Pantoran (who had been played by a gray-furred Bothan) actress had.  “She will betray you!  She will sell the family jewels!”

He couldn’t help the laugh this time, full-bellied to the point he had to put his caf down.  “She’d sell anyone out for an extra bit of tooka nip, and we both know it.”

“The great betrayal comes!  She will leave you destitute and alone on the cruel streets of Mos Eisley!”

“She wouldn’t.”

Poke clearly caught his soft smile and tilted their head.  “She wouldn’t?”

He leaned forward, his back moving a bit easier now, and grabbed for their hand.  He brushed his thumb over the top, then held it to his lips as a tease.  “Not alone.  She’d dump your sorry shebs with me.”

The age difference between CC's and CT's is HUGE according to Poke.

Also yes, medics deserve to wear scrubs and lab coats, just because.

Carrion belongs to @itsstrangelypermanent and Poke to @anstarwar