Just wanted to make it clear anyone can help themselves to my au’s or ideas to do as you please with!! I’ll pin this so I can have more shenanigan room in my bio but yeah! If anyone felt worried about that or something I genuinely am always hunting for other peoples takes and ideas around similar themes or concepts too!
That is to say use anything I post at your own leisure!
and so its always here, here is a redbubble link when something is silly enough to be a sticker! lemme know if theres anything Ive drawn youd like as a sticker and we shall see!
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The problem with being able to paint anything, is that you think, wow I can buy anything to paint it how I want then just not wasting money cause it’s not what you want
Back on the "Temple Tooka are the Fancy Terrors of the Tooka breed world" kick? Size of a Maine coon, build of a grey hound. Fuckers are leggy as hell but LARGE mother fuckers. Can and DO routinely scruff Bad And Naughty Crechelings who are not where they're supposed to be. (Get CARRIED tiny idiot! *a tooka prances by with grogu hanging, indignantly, from their mouth* )
Like? Domestic bobcats. Tiny lil tigers. They are there because they WANT to be (and because force sensitives can Speak Tooka with their mind powers sometimes). And like? When tooka-troopers show up? Baby. A child. They are so SMALL. Don't know how to Tooka right! (Because they are cursed clones.)
(Also who the fuck are you calling SMALL?!)
They, the most DANGEROUS Guardians of this Temple™ will teach you their ways! Sweet baby, smol baby, infant baby child! (Okay, now it's starting to come off as a little sarcas-) New Son Child! Kittens! Rejoice!
Referencing a comment made on another post,
Honestly I think a templetooka, even the smallest, would win against a speeder. The guard is there for the safety of everyone else from the tookas
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I just got a big grin? Because? The Clones meeting the Guard Temple Tookas? Very much is: Clones-> "you are a Fluffy Jedi Cat. Force as my witness, I'm Not Going To Stop until you love me." Temple Tooka -> "why are you in my house? WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?! These are not my good wholesome jedi! DisGUStang! Don't touch me! I want a lawyer!!"
History's most ambitious and productive VS. The galaxy's most obstinate and uncooperative animal. (That can climb the walls)
Only one not trying is Alpha-17, who, (in ironic tooka fashion) they all adore.
Oh the crisis, troopers love tookas, troopers are made for the Jedi WHY WONT THE JEDI TOOKAS LET THEM LOVE THEMMMMM
it’s devestating, ego bruising doesn’t even cover how much jedi tooka’s not liking them hurts, oh the pain of it allll “well actually their temple tookas not jedi tookas” whyyyyyy whyyyy cruel forceeee
Alpha-17 cat magnet but only has the consideration of one cat, cat-wan who is about to roll off the temple walls so no Alpha-17 won’t even brag or flex or flaunt his magnetic personality he has to go save a bastard who’s trying to go to the grave early
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Giving every single trooper a kiss on the forehead okay ready set muah muah muah muah muah muah muah muah muah muah muah mu- *I am shot in the head by alpha-17* *he does not like forehead kisses :(*
Alpha-17 when you try and kiss his lil wil helmet
Alpha 17’s guide to getting kitdets and Jedi and seperatists and sith to sleep
I just had a thought. And my Ace ass thinks it's hilarious. The other CC's are def watching Rex's "I fucked your dad!" Threats causing actual psychic damage to THE single most troublesome General and are like.... 🤔 hmmm
*Everyone turns to Yoda's CC.* *who immediately* "No" "we were going to say Lie." "Oh, well, I'll check if he's willing to go with it?" (As if Yoda, legendary troll and mischievous man of Mischief, would ever NOT)
And like? Next time they lay eyes on Dooku? INSTANT PSYCHIC DAMAGE
You're grounded young man! I'm you STEP-MASTER! Yes, ME, the hot young CC, old enough to be your GREANT GRAND CHILD! *Dooku is stun locked, takes further psychic damage*
All war is based on deception! Psychologically torment that old man back into the light! CLEARLY your poor old master is *checks the script Yoda handed him, for this sopa opera* "finding solace in the arms of a young virile man, to distract from the grief of his Lost Padawn"! (Ew.) (Stg if you give us away I WILL make you clean the latrines until you die of old age. Commit to the bit, CT.)
Just? Obi-Wan and the Troopers realizing "hey... this works SUPRISINGLY well! We should use this!" And merrily trot off to cause mass hysteria. For the Good Of The Galaxy.
As is the jedi way~☆
Palpatine, using the clone army led by jedi to start fracturing the jedis reputation, was not prepared or accounted for troopers themselves spreading 'I had sexual relations with a jedi' and hes not prepared for how competitive the clones then become about increasing the very much fake and untrue relations they had to THE SITH?!?! NO CLONES DONT SAY YOU BETRAYED YOUR REPUBLIC TO HAVE INITMATE RELATIONS WITH SITH OR SEPERATIST LEADERS NOOOOOOOOOOO
clones gonna tank the whole republic with the drama and gossip of it all
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@worm-strung-string big hugs for the lovely art. Master Post
His soul nearly shattered with the strength of the call. Feemor rushed through the empty temple halls. His kindred had cleared the path for one of their own. It wasn’t until he saw the staggering Temple Guard bracing himself on the walls that Feemor understood why. Obi-Wan had returned. Injured beyond anything Feemor had ever seen. He slipped under his brother’s arm, receiving only a distracted greeting.
Obi-Wan did not recognize who had him. Feemor would not allow that to devastate him. He helped Obi-Wan down the corridor, making note of everything they would need to examine. The shuffling steps. The dark patch of blood seeping from one leg. The glazed sense over Obi-Wan’s consciousness. The Halls of Healing would be a better choice, but Temple Guards had their protocols and their own medical wing. Even Healers dedicated to their unique vows.
From the shadows of an intersection, another Temple Guard emerged. They were shaky in their steps, but only another Guard would recognize it. Feemor reached out to comfort this kindred and felt bursts of wind gusts buffering away his attempts.
“Not me, kindred.” The Guard walked beside them, but refused to touch Obi-Wan. “He has been through far worse. The darkness clings to his wounds. Just as it did his ship.”
“What happened?”
“I am unsure.” Fear rushed through the Guard. “It attacked… Something attacked. Our kin battled it back. Kept it from following him to an exit point.”
“Oh…. You saw this?”
“It is a blur to my memory. I must meditate and cleanse this grime from me before I can do anything to assist our kin. It sticks to his wounds.”
“Thank you. See the Healers.”
The Guard shook their head. “If I seek their assistance, they will be unfit to tend to him. I will alert them of the potential complication.” They gave a shallow bow before gliding quickly towards the Temple Guard’s wing. And its medical alcove. Feemor adjusted his grip on Obi-Wan for the continued march home.
Other Temple Guards, hastily dressed in only their training gear and mask approached to assist. No one felt comfortable using the Force around Obi-Wan. Together they lifted their kindred onto a stretcher. Feemor having to reassure Obi-Wan that this was for the best and did not mean Obi-Wan failed anything.
Finally safe within their sanctuary, Feemor removed Obi-Wan’s mask. He blinked when he did not recognize his kindred. Obi-Wan’s face was exactly the same as Feemor remembered yet the Dark influences distorted everything. The blood soaking one side of his face did not help. Obi-Wan’s gray-blue eyes faded under this intense gloom. Wiping away the blood stained hair, Feemor froze at a chill against his fingers.
A thin lock of hair gleamed stark white amid the dirty auburn hair. He isolated it, lightly running his fingers through the ice cold strands. Obi-Wan shivered. Feemor hated causing his brother pain, but he needed to know. All he found was an absence of Obi-Wan in those strands. He released a careful breath to avoid spooking anyone and backed away.
The Healers stepped in and did their work. It was a process, protocols to keep the identity of masked Temple Guards protected. Obi-Wan would be in the Halls of Healing within the hour and in a bacta tank soon after.
Feemor had an important message to relay. “Master Drallig?” His voice shook with just those few words. “You need to come to the Sanctuary.” The Battlemaster did not ask useless questions. He confirmed he was on the way. That was all Feemor needed finally take a seat, removing his mask only to bury his tears into his arms.
He couldn’t be sure how long it took until Cin settled next to him on the bench. A warm presence filled the space and Feemor simply turned into the leader of the Temple Guards. “He will recover,” Cin said quietly.
“I know,” Feemor muttered. “But he’s too young to be lost.”
“We do not know what he is being sent to accomplish. I got the report of what the Guard saw when erasing the Echos from that ship. We can only do as the Force wills. And be there for him when he struggles. Same as we do for any Guard.”
“It’s not fair.”
“It never is. Demanding it to change will only increase your grief.” Cin rested an arm across Feemor’s back and pulled him into a side hug. “It will not change what Obi-Wan will continue to do.”
“Is their anything we can do to help?”
“I honestly do not know, Feemor. Keep an eye on him. Do not treat him any differently. Giving him a reason to remain is the only thing that has kept so many among us. They are still Temple Guards who know their purpose. It is not a phenomenon isolated to the Guards either. Many Jedi Masters have become lost in the Force. Ones who slip into meditation and never wake.” Cin frowned. “Obi-Wan has you and Quinlan. You’ll both help him remember who he is beyond being an instrument of the Force.”
Feemor finally nodded, wiping away the dried tears. “How long do they think he will need in the bacta tank?”
“The Healers determined he didn’t need it. Just bacta infusions and assisted healing trance. He was more exhausted than injured.”
“But he was bleeding.”
“Most of it was not his. The rest had been treated in the field. Someone is looking out for him… where… when… ever he goes. The darkness is troubling. That is seldom something the Guard must deal with alone. Which I believe is increasing the stresses.”
“The white hair did not feel like him.” Feemor explained. “It felt.. absent of him. Like pieces of him was taken.”
“We can only monitor it. Anymore and it will interfere with what he is doing. It is not something we’ll be able to control, no matter how much we desire it.” Cin patted Feemor’s back. “Go sit with him. Familiar presences will help. Perhaps not Quinlan yet. That boy is too honest and would scare Obi-Wan at this point in time.”
A chuckle rippled through Feemor. “When Obi-Wan is stable enough to return to his room, I’ll call Quinlan.” He picked up his mask and stared at the golden lines. They had all chosen this path with all its dangers and unseen obstacles. There was only so much each of them could do alone. But Obi-Wan was not alone. Not completely.
