#tooka cat cafes

[tereox]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clone Commander Doom & CC-1010 | Fox, CC-1010 | Fox & CC-4477 | Thire, CC-1010 | Fox & Original Clone Trooper Character(s) Characters: CC-1010 | Fox, Clone Commander Doom (Star Wars), CC-4477 | Thire, CC-6454 | Ponds, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), CT-04-8740 | Fib (OC), Coruscant Guard Clone Troopers (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Coruscant Guard (Star Wars), Tooka Cats (Star Wars), Cat Cafés, Planet Coruscant (Star Wars), Fluff, Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars), Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, except Palpatine, Coruscant Guard Troopers as Family (Star Wars), Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars), Trans Clone Troopers (Star Wars), CC-1010 | Fox Gets a Hug, mentioned CT-04-8741 | Xat (OC), mentioned clone commander thorn (star wars) - Freeform 

Summary: Before the grand opening of their tooka café, Fox and Doom agree that some beta testing is needed to get the tookas acclimated to people coming and going. Who better to serve as a trial group than Fox's batchmates?

[dreamingfoxproductions]

Had an idea to draw screencaps, but with Bad Batch Cafe

[killershark82]

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

[comicsandconstellations]

Domino Squad going to a Tooka Cat cafe.

I thought about rendering this, but I’m too tired to even do line art, so that idea left very quickly. Maybe in the future I will redraw this and render it. But for now, enjoy.

Thank you to @noblelightfighter for suggesting I draw some Tooka’s. I know you had a different reference in mind, but I wanted to draw my boys.

(Yes I will post this back to back with my comic about them all dying. I like to walk a fine and upsetting line.)

[vodika-vibes]

You are killing me with these stories! I swear I'll cool it after this one. Can I request Sev confessing his love for someone and also their first time together (wink wink).

First

Summary: Sev finds a painting you tried to hide from him, and it changes your relationship forever.

Pairing: Clone Commando Sev x F!Reader

Word Count: 2977

Warnings: Smut. PiV

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Ha! Sev fought me on this every step of the way, but I think its at a place where I'm happy with it. The smut scene feels kind of awkward to me, but I think that's because I spent so long trying to make it make sense.

Your relationship with Sev has been anything but normal since the moment you met. 

Your friends, former friends at this point, thought it was funny to set you up on a blind date with your ex. The same ex who once kidnapped your tooka and forced you to shave your head because he didn’t like your pink hair. 

He thought, and they thought, that because they dropped you off at the cafe for the lunch date, and then left you, that you would be forced to stay, to work out your differences.

That’s not what happened. What happened is you took one look at him, spun on your heels, and left. You would walk home if you had to.

And that was when you met Sev. You quite literally ran into him while turning a corner, and you spilled his caf on him. You felt so bad about it, that you bought him a new caf…and a new shirt.

After that, you just kept running into him.

Sometimes quite literally, you’ve never been the most observant of people, though you’re not sure what his excuse is. 

Though most of the time, it just seems that you both happen to be at the same place at the same time. 

So, when the holidays rolled around, and you remembered that you had no one to spend them with, you invited him to your place for a movie marathon and some homemade food.

If he thought it was strange, he never said anything about it.

But that had been almost a year ago, and it had been the birth of a beautiful friendship. Sev is very respectful of your time, and he’s patient enough to listen to you ramble about color theory until your face turns blue, and he’s even amazing enough to ask you questions about what the paint on his armor, and his brothers armors, means to you.

So you’re a little enamored with him.

And by a little, you mean you want to climb him like a tree and have his babies.

Which is a totally normal thing to want with your best friend. And it’s definitely not weird or awkward at all.

You stare at the canvas you just finished, and then you sigh and you turn to look at your Tooka, “I think I’m in trouble.” The painting you just finished, the one that you’ve been working on all morning, the one that you just painted without any planning…turned into a painting of Sev.

Well, multiple paintings of Sev. In his armor, in casual clothes, laughing, lounging on the couch, leaning against a speeder-

You scoop your Tooka into your arms, “This is…totally normal. Right?” You ask the cat in your arms. “There’s nothing weird about painting multiple pictures of your best friend from memory…right?”

King meows disdainfully and jumps out of your arms. “Right. Good talk.” You say as he leaves the room, and you flicker your gaze back to the painting, “Right. Right! Sev can never see this. Maybe I should burn it?”

You yelp when the doorbell rings, and you immediately clamp your hand over your mouth, embarrassed that you had been startled so badly, “Uhm…just a minute!” You shout.

You stare at the painting in a blind panic for a moment, and then you rip off your smock and fling it over the painting, “Good enough!” And then you turn and hurry through the house to your door.

You press the button to allow the door to slide open, and you beam at the tall man standing on the other side, “Sev!”

He smiles at you, “Am I early?” He asks as he steps into your home.

“Nope, I just lost track of time.” You say cheerfully.

Sev crouches down to pet King, who meows pathetically at him, and then he flashes a small smile at you, “You were painting, weren’t you?”

You blink at him, and then grin, “Always.”

Sev stands and he lightly taps your cheek, “You’re covered in paint.”

“Wha-” You turn to look at yourself in the hall mirror, and then sigh, “Oh. Let me go get cleaned up. Make yourself at home.” You head down the hall to your room, and then you pause, and you spin and point a finger at Sev, “Do not feed the glutton.”

King meows pathetically at Sev’s feet, and Sev just smirks at you, “Noted.”

You hurry into your bedroom and fish out clothes that don’t have paint stains on them…or, well, clothes that don’t have fresh paint stains on them. And then you step into your fresher, and you realize that you somehow got paint in your hair.

You sigh deeply, and start your shower. Sev won’t mind waiting, you’re sure.

Once you’re clean, and dressed, you head into the living room. Only Sev isn’t there. King is fast asleep in his bed, and a quick glance at the door shows that Sev’s shoes are still neatly sitting by the front door.

“Sev?” You call.

“Back here.” His voice is coming from your studio. The studio with the painting that he definitely isn’t supposed to see.

You hurry into your studio and stop in the doorway when you see Sev looking at the canvas thoughtfully, “Uhm…I can explain…” You say quickly.

“They’re very well done,” Sev says thoughtfully, as he sets your smock on your stool, “But I don’t remember posing for some of these.” He taps a corner of the canvas, where the painting of him leaning against a speeder in his armor was depicted.

“You…didn’t. I sort of used my imagination?” You say hesitantly, “I mean, I know the human body, and I know what you look like, and I know what a speeder looks like, and it looks like something you would do-” You ramble quickly, your hands nervously smoothing through your hair. “And I didn’t think you would mind, and honestly I was going to burn the canvas anyway-”

“Why would you do that?” Sev asks, somehow managing to keep track of your winding ramble.

You blink at him, “Uh…”

He crossed the room, a glimmer of mischief on his handsome face, “Come here, mesh’la.” He guides you over to the painting, and then he settles behind you, his hands on your shoulders, “You are so amazingly talented.” He murmurs in his deep voice.

“Uh, thank you.”

“But I do have a question.” Sev continues as if you hadn’t spoken, “Specifically about this painting of me at the bottom left.”

Your gaze flickers to the painting at the left and you shift nervously, “Oh. That.”

“Yes. That.” You can hear amusement in his tone, which is annoying because you kind of want a hole to open up beneath you to swallow you whole, “It’s a very nice painting of me. You did an excellent job of making sure the tattoo on my chest is accurate.”

Your face flames, but you don’t say anything, so Sev continues, “But you know, that doesn’t look like my bed.” You face grows even hotter, “You know, it looks an awful lot like your bed-”

And you break. You press your hands over your face, “Please stop talking.”

You feel his hand slide to the back of your neck, and he, naturally, ignores you, “It’s a shame that the painting isn’t complete though.”

“What?!” You peek through your fingers at the painting, “No, it is.”

“Mm, no it’s not.” Sev reaches around you and pulls your hands down from your face, “I appear to be alone in your bed. You should be next to me.” He spins you so that you’re facing him, and you kind of wish he would release your hands so you can hide from his probing, expectant, gaze. “So you need to repaint it. And add yourself to all of those scenes.”

“But…I don’t understand why?” You manage to get out through your embarrassment, “I mean, I can’t even understand why you’re not furious about me painting that in the first place-”

“Hm,” He very carefully walks you backwards until your back bumps against the stone wall of your studio, “You can’t think of any reason why I might want you in the paintings with me?”

“I mean, not really?” You say, as you look anywhere but at Sev’s face, “You’re…ridiculously attractive even on a bad day, and the best I can manage is Hot Mess on a good one-”

“You’re beautiful and I’m in love with you.” Sev interrupts.

“I-...uh…thanks?” 

Sev releases a short laugh and presses his forehead against yours, “You’re welcome.”

You scrunch up your face, and you squeeze your eyes shut as your face burns, “No…That’s…I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay, mesh’la. Take your time.”

“You really shouldn’t be so patient with me.” You grumble.

He laughs again, and his breath is warm against your face, “I’m a sniper, gorgeous. Patience is what I do.” He releases one of your wrists, and brushes his fingers against your cheek, “You once told me that you paint the things that you love,” He murmurs. “You made a joke about not loving anyone enough to paint them, and then you paint me half a dozen times on the same canvas-”

“I…did say that, yes.” You admit.

“So, following that logic, you love me.” Sev’s voice is so warm, so comforting that the tension drains from your body, “But I knew that. You tell me that every time you buy me something new, every time you make me a meal, every time you send me a message while I’m away-”

“I say an awful lot, without actually saying anything.” You mumble.

“You do, or I’m just good at reading you,” You feel his lips, warm and slightly chapped, against the corner of your lips, “You love me, that’s not in question. The question I have is: are you in love with me?”

“There’s a difference I suppose?” You ask.

“Mm. If you’re in love with me then I can kiss you and do every other thing that I have dancing through my mind at every moment in time.” Sev murmurs, “If you’re not, then this is wildly inappropriate and I should stop.”

“Oh,” You whisper.

“So the question, my wonderful beautiful girl,” He lowers his voice a little bit, “Do you want me to stop or not?”

Your breath catches, and you slowly shake your head, “I don’t want you to stop,” You manage to get out.

Sev crashes his lips against yours in a proper kiss, and it’s everything that you’ve ever dreamed of. He kisses you like he wants to replace the oxygen in your lungs with himself, and it works. 

He pulls you away from the wall and walks you, backwards, out of the studio and down the hall to your bedroom. He never once pulls his lips away from yours for longer than a few moments. 

Sev kicks your bedroom door shut behind him, and he walks you backwards until you bump into your bed. And then he scrapes his teeth against your throat as he gently pushes you down until you’re sitting on the edge of the bed.

Your face is flushed, and you press your hand against his cheek, your thumb running along his cheekbone. Sev turns his head to press a kiss against the palm of your hand.

“Beautiful,” Sev murmurs.

You blush, but you’re unable to tear your gaze from his. He lowers his head to press his lips against the inside of your knee, and you’re immediately grateful for the fact that you didn’t have any clean long pants.

“Can I keep going?” Sev asks, his voice low.

You nod, mutely. And he huffs before he presses another kiss a little higher up. And then he surges up and kisses you, pushing you back until you’re laying down.

“My perfect girl,” Sev murmurs, “I need you to use your words. I know you, angel, you won’t indicate if something makes you uncomfortable.” His lips ghost against the pulse point on your neck, “So I need you to talk to me so I can hear where you are. Can you do that for me, angel?”

You nod again, and then you remember his request, “Um…yeah. I can try.”

“I’ll remind you if you forget.” Sev promises, he presses a lingering kiss against your throat, “I’m going to take such good care of you, angel.” You shiver slightly, and you feel him smirk against your skin. “Can you sit up, just a little, so I can get this off you?” He asks as he lightly tugs on your shirt.

You do as he asks, lifting your shoulders and back off the bed just enough that Sev is able to peel your shirt off, and toss it to the side. “You’re doing so good for me, angel,” He mumbles as he absently trails his fingers over the plain material of your bra, “Look at you. So pretty, better than I could ever dream.” His voice is a low purr as the praise falls from his lips.

His hands slide down your body, and settle at the waist of your pants, “Lift your hips, angel. There we go, just like that.” He slides your shorts down your legs, until you’re left nearly naked, with him still fully dressed. 

You lightly grip his shirt, and you tug on it, “Can you take it off for me Sev, please?” You ask, your voice soft and breathy.

He sits back on his heels and immediately pulls his shirt off, tossing it to the side to be dealt with later, and then he climbs off you just long enough to tug his pants and boxers down, until he’s totally naked. But he doesn’t give you time to admire him before he’s back on top of you and grinding his hard length against you. 

A muffled curse falls from his lips, “Want you so bad, angel,” Sev groans out.

Your fingers trail over his chest, tracing his muscles and his tattoos, and you’re not really sure what came over you, but you flash a small smile at him, “Not so patient after all, are you?”

His fingers pause just under the waist of your underwear, and then he presses his forehead against your shoulder as a laugh falls from him, “No, I guess about this one thing, I’m not so much.” Sev trails his fingers over the thin material of your cotton panties, and then pulls them down in one swift motion, “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Will you?”

“Yeah, angel. I will.” Sev doesn’t elaborate, as he slides his fingers through your wet folds, “Mm…you’re already wet for me, sweet girl.”

You blush slightly, even as you squirm under his probing touch. Sev watches you as he drags a single finger through your folds, he considers you for a moment, and then he smirks, “How flexible are you, angel?”

You stare at him, slightly thrown by the strange question, “Reasonably?”

“Hm…let me know if this position becomes uncomfortable.” He adjusts himself so that he’s kneeling between your legs, and then he slowly pushes your knees up to your chest.

“You still good, angel?”

“Um…yeah.”

“You sure? It’s okay if you’re not.” He rubs his hand soothingly down your leg and waits for a response.

“I’m good,” You reply, more confidently, “Just…I feel kind of exposed like this.” You admit sheepishly.

Sev hums thoughtfully, and then he reaches to the side and grabs your thin sheet, and drapes it over your chest and stomach, “How’s that, angel? A little better?”

You consider for a moment, “Yeah,”

He presses a kiss against your leg, “Alright. Are you ready to continue?”

You nod, “I am.”

“Remember, we stop whenever you want. No matter what.” Sev says in his deep soothing voice. You melt a little bit, how can any one man be so considerate?

And then you feel the blunt head of his cock against you, and you forget everything that’s not Sev. Slowly he pushes into you, taking his time, to make sure that he can feel every inch of you.

And by the time he bottoms out, you’re squirming and moaning under him. Quiet praise falls from him as he slowly pulls back out, until only the head of his cock is still inside you, and then slowly pushes back in.

He keeps his pace slow and smooth, not rushing either of your pleasure, in spite of the pleas spilling from you, or the way that you’re writhing deliciously under him.

Eventually the pleasure becomes too much for you to handle, and you start fluttering and clenching around him, his name falling from you like a prayer. And that’s when he starts moving faster. 

He releases your legs as you fall apart around him, adjusting them so they’re wrapped snugly around his waist, and he leans in to catch your lips in a deep kiss, while he fucks you through your orgasm.

It doesn’t take him long to spill his own release inside you, and he presses close to you as he thrusts shallowly until he’s completely spent. And only then does he pull back far enough to press feather light kisses across your face. 

“You alright?” He asks, sounding slightly breathless.

“Uh-huh.” 

“Good.” Sev kisses you, deeply, and then pulls back, “Because that was only round one.”

“Round one?” You ask, still sounding slightly breathless.

“Oh, ner cyare,” Sev kisses you again and again, “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

You flush, “Slightly, in my experience men can only go once-”

“That may be true, for some men, but, my sweet angel, I’m a clone.” His grin is wicked, “I fully intend to make you fall apart at least twice more. Maybe more, if you’ll allow it.”

Your lips part in surprise, and then a small grin crosses your lips, “Yes, please.”

[212th-chaos]

Have you ever been to a tooka cafe? We have a cat cafe here and you can hang out there as long as you want

Tooka cafe?!?!? WHERE?!?! FOR THE LOVE OF THE MAKER, WHERE?!?!

YO! I AM ABOUT TO DRAG THE ENTIRE 212TH WITH ME-

[boredgrantaire]

You know what The Bad Batch needs? A trip to a tooka cafe. Just a day off from peril. Wrecker would be so soft with the Loth Cats. Hunter can take all sorts of holo pics of Omega being happy. Echo can come back with Rex (and a de chipped Cody) to pet all the cats. Tech can just chill with a cat on his lap and read. Just a nice day out for the family.

(And then the episode ends with Crosshair coming back to the family looking like a poor meow meow and they go take on the empire together)

[ji-ang]

DRC Valentine’s Day Fest: A Rebel(CA)p(T)ain Reclist

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Fics set in a galaxy far, far away.

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Recs below! 💕

Alphabetical by author! All links are to the ao3 version of the fic because that’s how and where I found them.

I've tried to do my research and identify authors' tumblrs if I'm able to tag them. If I tagged the wrong person or if you're tagged and you don't want to be, just let me know. 💕

I used to be a king alone by @brynnmclean

Cassian and Jyn have some downtime while on a mission, explore a marketplace and pick up a furry friend. The author uses the tag “A Date-Shaped Mission or a Mission-shaped Date” which is honestly better and more succinct than any additional summary I could add. This fic features a bit of droidnerd!Cassian, which is another love of mine.

por más que crezca, vas a estar aquí by @firefeufuego

A very cool His Dark Materials style daemon insertion into a SW universe. Jyn’s spiritual manifestation is a cat that keeps Cassian company through the years.

Failure To Communicate by FluffMonster42

A multi-mission fic featuring the chaos duo of Han & Jyn, made even more excellent by the fact that Jyn acquires a loth cat that helps her & Cassian get over some of their emotional constipation.

the fact that you’re alive is a miracle by @fortysevenswrites

Presumed dead!Cassian is found alive and brought back to Jyn, who has in the meantime dedicated herself post-war to running a home for children and a clowder of tookas (do they have their own collective noun?). It’s very sweet.

1653 DAYS WITHOUT LUCK by @fulcrumstardust

I am 99% I didn’t know tookas were a thing until this fic, so I am forever grateful to it opening my eyes to that. 😂

It’s a story I enjoyed reading for a lot of reasons, but to focus on the cat facet: The tooka in this story is more conceptual/a child’s toy for most of the fic, but it’s a very cute element that brings Cassian and his daughter together.

Freya the Tooka by grexigone

Some very sweet (slightly bittersweet) Jyn backstory AND all sorts of adorable tooka interactions? Please and thank you. 

Tooky Verse by @imsfire2

This series feels like an incredibly warm hug. Or, you know, a cuddle with a cat. Part 1 is tooka acquisition, Parts 2 & 3 are very cute snapshots of life on base in between missions.

Cheetah Tongue by @literatiruinedme

Short scenes of Cassian and Jyn’s cat on base. A bunch of funny, sometimes slightly awkward, and sweet vignettes and incredibly accurate depiction of cat behaviour.

Cat Cafe Verse by @luciechat

You know how all we want (most of the time) is for them to have nice, soft things? This series is absolutely a universe where they get to have ALL of them. Jyn and Cassian travel the verse and have to figure out what to do with all of the strays they can’t help but take in. This fic also tickles my droidnerd!Cassian itch.

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[501st-rexster]

There was a cat cafe half a block from my college dorms, and I can confirm they are the best places on the planet. A tooka cafe sounds freaking awesome.

Lovely image for you: Clones in a Coruscant tooka cafe.

you're right, that IS a lovely thought! this place is probably just as popular as 79's

[dreamingfoxproductions]

I made another felted loth cat. This time it's Phee (cause Tech needs his gf)

Some progress shots below

Tech and Omega waiting patiently as I make her

Head

Omega held her as I worked on making the tail

And of course them being cute together once she was finally finished

[rarepears]

Masterpost [Jan 2022]

Jan 2022

Luke Skywalker Mistaken to Be Anakin Skywalker’s Biological Father

Boyfriend Gojo Cheats for Desserts

Star Wars Would See Jinwoo Clearing Gates (AKA Planets) As Genocide

Sung Jinwoo Needs a Snake Summon for Reasons, every fandom needs a snake au

Aizen (Bleach) Raises Xanxus (Khr)

Krell (Star Wars) And Harry Potter Cursed Ideas

sung jinwoo was a idol before he awakened the second time

sung jinwoo x jjk crossover where jinwoo adopts megumi

gaara of tatooine au

Single Parent! Endeavor Can Asexually Reproduce

Tsuna (Khr) Is a Fish

Enji X Rei X Toji (JJK) threesome 

beru adopting (stealing) megumi follow up

Obi-wan Time Travels and Gets a Promotion

Shadow Summons During the Holiday Season

CULTIVATORS MEET JEDI (Scum Villain Meets Star Wars)

Kakashi X Aizawa in mha with kakashi being a catboy

Beru the Ant (Solo Leveling) And Aunt Beru (Star Wars)

ONE PUNCH MAN SAITAMA X GOJO

Gotham Thinks Batman Is a Asian Twink Named Sung Jinwoo

Star Wars Porn Industry

Sung Jinwoo Accidentally Steals the Star Wars Clone Army

SVSSS Omegaverse With Shen Jiu X Shen Yuan

JINWOO ’S CAFE AU

Toushirou (bleach) X Gojo (jjk)

Obi-wan X Sheev Palpatine With Time Travel

Sung Jinwoo (Solo Leveling) X CC-1010 Fox (Star Wars Clone Wars)

SHEN JIU (SVSSS) X ENDEAVOR (BNHA)

Musical Chairs Ghoul Style

SOlo Leveling but Jinwoo Is a Cat

The Jedi Order would LOVE Poison Ivy n SITH!OBI-WAN X JASTER MEREEL

Poison Ivy in Star Wars

Shen Yuan the PIWD Xianxia Vlogger post and follow up

SINGLE PARENT! JINWOO WITH BABY ASHBORN, single parent au

Fix It Where Anakin Is the Crazy Tooka Lady (General)

Fumikage Tokoyami’s Father Is Sung Jinwoo

shen jiu's fellow streetrat becomes a general au

OROCHIMARU IN STAR WARS

AIZEN X KENPACHI FIX IT AU

Yoda Is a Free House Elf (Star Wars X Harry Potter Crossover)

THE SUGAR DADDY STAR WARS AU

UKITAKE X ALL MIGHT

Sung Jinwoo Vacations in SVSSSIdeas, Ideas 10-12, 13-15, 16-19, 20-23

Tsuna is actually a parrot, not a child like iemitsu incorrectly believes

SUNG JINWOO CAN ALSO REVIVE PLANTSBeru (Solo Leveling) x Tianlang-jun (SVSSS) AU

If aizawa transmigrated as shen qingqiu…

IF BNHA WAS THE FUTURE OF THE TWILIGHT WORLD.

JINWOO (SOLO LEVELING) AND GETOU (JJK)

Antares X Bakugou pairing where Bakugou cooks the most fucking delicious spicy food that single-handily convinces Antares to not destroy the Earth

Liu qingge x shen jiu au - in which lqg gets married to sj by the liu family unknowingly

Anakin and sensory deprivation mediation?

Sung Jinwoo is a cat au: Original post

JINWOO’S ROOMBA SHADOW SUMMON

REBORN PIDW CAST BUT SHEN JIU IS LUO BINGHE'S MOTHER BECAUSE SHEN JIU X TIANLANG JUN

OBIWAN RAISES LEIA AND LUKE ON STEWJON

“HEATING PAD” DABI GETTING THE LADIES

Twice’s quirk is far too powerful in bnha

Shen jiu and his army of shadow summon bodyguards

KING BRADLEY (FMA) X KATSUKI BAKUGOU (SON OF KIMBLEE)

Sung Jinwoo, the Last Line of Defense Against… Luo Binghe?(SOLO LEVELING X SVSSS)

SUNG JINWOO’S ARRANGED MARRIAGE

Mace windu x jinwoo (solo leveling)

Shen Yuan xZhuzhi Lang

Jedi and Sith have encountered Rulers and Monarchs and both mistake them to be manifestation of the Force/Dark side of the Force

The names of hero!Touya’s hero moves

Combine the Chancellor Antares AU with Arranged Marriage AU to get.... this

Combining arranged marriage au with cat au to get Monarch of Destruction coming to earth to marry a cat

[dreamingfoxproductions]

Happy May the Fourth!

Don't worry, Plo is fine!

I had more I wanted to draw for this but I was up till 2am working on it 🥲

[dreamingfoxproductions]

if anakin in the tookahsoka au had tiktok. this would be the content he'd make

[shadowmaat]

You want tooth-rotting fluff? I've got tooth-rotting fluff! You can read the first two stories here, though all you really need to know is that tooka-rescuer Maul meets barista Obi-Wan and they wind up opening Coruscant's first tooka cafe.

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“Having brothers was a mistake.” Maul pulled the material of the apron away from his chest, glaring down at the sticker superimposed over the Happy Tooka logo. Instead of a grinning tooka, it was a grinning Maul, complete with cat ears.

“Yes, you really should have tried to prevent that,” Obi-Wan said, fussing with his own personalized sticker caricature. “Although with you being the middle child, that would rather have complicated it, hmm?”

Maul scooped up a couple of stray caf beans and chucked them at him.

Grinning, Obi-Wan shielded his face. “It’s only for the day,” he said. “To celebrate the anniversary of the cafe.”

Muttering under his breath, Maul went back to morning prep. They were due to open in ten and were expecting a crowd. Balloons were clustered in strategic locations, out of the range of any free-roaming felines who might try to cause havoc. Adoption fees were being waved, but odds were they’d make any losses back through caf and pastry sales. Savage turned out to have quite the flair for baking and had his own little following. Mostly elders, but there were a growing number of those closer to his age. Maul was looking forward to the day he’d be able to torment his elder sibling the same way he’d been tormented over Obi-Wan.

“Stop worrying.” Obi-Wan came up behind him and kissed his jaw. “We’ll be fine.”

He wasn’t worrying, he was being reasonable. He checked the supplies for a fourth time, straightened the tray of meiloorun muffins still warm from the oven, and tried to shoo Princess off the top of the register. She huffed at him and leapt to Obi-Wan’s shoulder, purring.

“Are the twins-”

“The twins will be fine,” Obi-Wan assured him. “With twelve hands between them I trust they can keep the Visiting Room under control.”

It wasn’t that Maul didn’t trust the harch, but this was going to be a big day with lots of people, including the threat of Stella Solana, reporter for HNN.

“Darling.” Obi-Wan was in front of him now, tipping Maul’s head up with a finger under the chin. “Breathe with me.”

Eyes falling closed, Maul listened, breathing in when Obi-Wan did, holding it, and releasing.

After a couple of breaths he could feel his nerves starting to settle.

“There,” Obi-Wan said.

Maul opened his eyes, smiling.

“Better?”

“Better.”

“Good.” Obi-Wan pressed their foreheads together. “Then it’s time to open for business.”

Together they headed for the door, where a few people were already gathering outside. It was going to be a long day, But Maul was sure that together, and with the rest of their team, they’d make it through to the end. Maybe.

Potentially overdone but definitely lighthearted prompt, but Maul + Coffee Shop AU? Friends and I talked recently about Maul as a barista after seeing a Starbucks-styled patch with Maul.

I enjoy this prompt rather a lot actually?

But I think I'm gonna kick this over to @shadowmaat, who wrote the Happy Tooka Café AU! Any chance you'd be willing to write an update on the cutest baristas in the GFFA, Best Fiend? However short or long?

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Had an idea to draw screencaps, but with Bad Batch Cafe