#CT-5597

[i-dont-know-anything-anymore]

[starqueensthings]

the nose scrunch has me CHOKKKEEDDDD

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[paperback-rascal]

uff.... that file sat on my hard drive for a WHILE.

the idea of Dead Caff is something @kalm5 and I came up with some time ago, as a form of a recurring joke/gag, kind of twisting the idea that CF99 is more self-sufficient than most GAR units due to their long missions that are, more often than not, back-to-back.

so...

Crosshair is CF99's barista. One of Crosshair's strongest brews was dubbed as Dead Caff - it's extremely bitter, but keeps any clone awake no matter what.

Hunter has affinity for pickling things. He is the most proud of the concoction he calls Dead Juice - which is proven cure for a hangover. The catch is the thing is so nasty in taste and smell that many prefers to just suffer the consequences of excessive drinking than taking a sip of the stuff -> [LINK] <-

Wrecker is a moonshine expert and many clones (especially YA cadets) seek his booze for illegal parties at Kamino... not only that, but Wrecker used his concoctions for warfare.

So we have a trifecta: booze -> hangover cure -> caff that make a person stay awake no matter what.

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see more Kix the CF99′s medic posts here -> [LINK] <-

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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney

[matookahitaki]

Jesse!

[dreamswithghosts]

Jesse in The General

Gifset Masterlist

[imarvelatthestars]

star-burned

a submission for the 2024 clone bingo event hosted by @karttaylir-darasuum

Pairing: Jesse x Reader

Content: modern au, established relationship, domestic bliss, implied smut, fluff, mention of Jesse's former military enlistment

For the first time in a very long time, you wake up and Jesse is there. No more deployments, no more long-distance calls and patchy video messages. No more waiting for him to return to you, longing across the vast expanse of the globe, franticly worrying if he's near a battle zone or not, if his life is at risk. No, for the first time in a long time, neither of you has to worry about any of that.

He's finally free.

You press a kiss to his bare shoulder, light enough that he doesn't wake, and fully intend to stop there, but having the canvas of his skin exposed to you like this, in the quiet paradise of a modest cabin in the middle of literal nowhere, away from war and work and the hustle and bustle of everyday life, you find that you cannot stay away from your soldier for very long. You can't keep your mouth off him.

After all, you have a lot to make up for. Years worth of time apart, time when you could have been showering him in your affection.

"Mm, got something on your mind, babe?" His voice is roughly carved and guttural this fresh from sleep.

You pause only long enough to swat playfully at his butt before you continue kissing and nuzzling your way along his shoulder blade. There's no real rush, no method to your madness, not even an underlying desire for more as you explore him - just a simple desire to love the man who's carved a space for himself in the caverns of your heart.

"Just love you," you say when your lips reach the nape of his neck.

Jesse shivers, then suddenly flips onto his back so he can grab at you. You squeal and he laughs, and everything's a blur for a few moments as you both struggle to wield your leverage against the other, but he wins in the end. Jesse always wins.

His nose presses to yours, then his forehead to your forehead, and you feel his breath stir warm and stale on your cheeks. "Ka nui te aroha."

You kiss him, and he smiles into it the way he always does. "Love you more."

"Not possible."

"I dunno. I hafta put up with your morning breath, so I think that means I love you more."

"Tch, shuddup," he groans, to which you challenge that he ought to try and make you, and the morning devolves from there.

It's only some hours later, when you've both showered and dressed and eaten (and gotten distracted by each other every inch of the way), that you finally leave the cabin and head outside. Summertime has finally breached Aotearoa's shores and every corner of the country is celebrating - the birds are singing, the wind is mild as it carries the sunshine along, the trees lounge lazily while the cicadas buzz and click incessantly, and Jesse is eager to show you it all. He takes you for a walk through the forest, up and down windy paths under shaded canopies, past fields of wildflowers and tiny streams that trickle over scattered rocks.

This world is a lot of things. It's fractured and hurting in too many ways to count, but it's also beautiful and sweet, an ever-evolving universe spun from natural majesty and love and sunlight. You feel it now - the sun, burning into your skin in that wonderfully pleasant way it can only do when the clouds are long gone and the sky is dazzlingly blue. And much like the Earth to its star, you find yourself drawn into Jesse's orbit as he guides you through the countryside.

You're both toasted and sweaty by the time you return to the cabin late in the afternoon. Twilight leads to a lazy evening spent lounging on the sofa, watching your favorite show and munching on tim tams.

"I'm glad you're finally home, babe."

He nuzzles his face into your cheek and smiles. "Me too." It's funny how you never noticed how long his lashes were. Or maybe you'd forgotten with the distance. Either way, you can't help thinking he's the most beautiful man on Earth when his nut-brown eyes pierce through them. "Thank you. For waiting."

You'd have waited 10 lifetimes over for him.

It's there in that cabin, tucked into some obscure corner of the country where the cicadas drive him half crazy and the sun burns his head, that's where he asks you the question you'd never been sure he would ask, what you were afraid he'd never live long to say.

You say yes.

prompt: summertime 🌿✔️

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dividers by @freesia-writes & @saradika-graphics

if anyone knows where that jesse edit came from/knows the creator's @, pls let me know!

[sudden-stops-kill]

throne

[helpinghanikan]

Domestic December: Day

Jesse: Staying quiet

Clones are forced to adhere to many rules. One of those rules included no hookups in the barracks. Obviously this is one of those rules that is greatly ignored. Although not as often as you might think; believe it or not it’s a little hard to convince a guy or gal that your shared barracks are a good place to be together.

But things have been desperate lately. Jesse is leaving soon, and your stupid roommates are staying in tonight. Where else were you to go?

“They’re all asleep.” Jesse reassured you, opening the blanket for you to join him. “No one is going to bother us.”

It’s not the same as being in your apartment. You can’t scream your heart out dramatically or demand Jesse to say your name again and again. Instead you settle for coming in close. Wiggling down your pants and letting Jesse pull you underneath him.

This is the first time something like this has happened. The closest you’ll ever get to doing anything in public. Because of this nerves hold your entire being hostage. Jesse doing most the work and giving you a kiss on the cheek when he realizes your nerves.

“They won’t stop us,” He says, kissing and opening your thighs. “Just stay on me.”

It takes a second to understand what he was talking about. It’s only then that you realize the soft breathing and slight snoring all around you had gotten quieter. Maybe it was from Jesse moving a bit too much or because of your own voice, but some of these men were awake.

Jesse slows against you. Bringing his lips up to your ear; “We can stop. We don’t have to do anything.”

For a second you consider shutting the moment down. But it’s been too long and who knows when the next time you’ll see him would be.

“Keep going,” You whisper, cupping his backside. “I’ll be quiet.”

You can feel the smile Jesse has against your cheek. “Only if you want to be.” He says, taking you in for another kiss.

[aankir]

Cried? Yes, so hard.

[barmadumet]

Easter Jedi Garland #3 

Imagine an AU where Qui-Gon lives and fights in the Clone War! 😀

Easter Jedi Garland Master Post Here

[saltyladynightmare]

Jiliu AU 8.1

Beginning, Previous, Next, Masterlist

A/N:

Long time, no read, my dear audience. I could give you many, many excuses, but I won't. I'll spare you the salt. I hope this chapter, long though it might be, makes up for some of the wait. I have missed writing. More is to follow.

Warnings:

Anakin, Rex and Jesse all think they know things but they don't, even though they can now technically read each other's minds. My typical grammar, spelling and punctuation mistakes, medical inaccuracies, my attempts at writing panic attacks (or the left overs of panic attacks? Was that last chapter? IDK, there is so much here. It might be anxiety????), the clones' situation in general. Mention of starvation, over working, sleep dep, and all the other fun times the Guard go through. Evil Rats.

Also. I cannot write Hardcase to save my life. I love him, but I don't understand him. It is Becoming a Problem. It is incredibly upsetting. If anyone has any character study recs for him, I would be very happy to read them.

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The General handed one of the many, many datapads scattered across the table to Ridge, gesturing expressively with his hands, mouth moving a click a second.

Rex sipped at the water that was so important to his jetii, watching his men and their General interact thoughtfully.

They were reviewing Skywalker's ideas for shielding. The General had vetoed his earlier 'solar system' idea himself for reasons that weren't entirely clear to Rex—something about closed circuits?— but had quickly moved on to explaining a technique he was describing as layered mirrors. While he talked, he swiped through no less than fourteen different datapads scattered across the table top, leaving them open to various documents from the Jedi Archives that apparently supported his idea. As if any of them cared about what the holobooks said.

For his part, Rex had taken a step back.

He had never seen General Skywalker like this outside of the heat of battle, when he shed the cloak of Adviser and Force Sensitive Wild Card he had wrapped himself in so tightly since—Rex really, really hoped—well before he had been assigned to Torrent.

Oh, sure, Rex had seen brief flashes of it in campaign planning in the three weeks he had known him, but it rarely became more than an interesting fact about the local culture that revealed where the heaviest defenses would be, or pointing out what the air currents must be with the land scape being what it was, and even a warning to avoid a then-unknown droid infested valley once.

Anakin Skywalker, newly Knighted Jedi General, adamantly left the planning to Rex and his Lieutenants.

If he was honest with himself, and Rex tried to be, the only reason Rex knew Skywalker was holding himself back was because of what happened when Rex's plans failed.

Every time, without fail, General Skywalker stepped up, and started barking orders. When they needed a miracle, he pulled one out of thin air, or possibly even the Force. As a suicide company, they often needed miracles. Somehow, someway, it worked out better than Rex could have ever hoped...even if the General's plans were more than a little fish-brained. This last mission was just the latest in a string of bad missions.

Bottom line was that it worked. Every. Single. Time. Rex didn't understand it, but he was well past the point of caring now.

He just wished...he could have a genuine conversation with the mind that could spit out fully formed strategies between one moment and the next. Except the General had stepped onto the Resolute with walls sealed water tight around his center.

Then-Rex hadn't cared. Here was just one more being for him to work around. Here was an obstacle that could and likely would order his vod'e to their deaths if given half a reason, or even no reason at all.

Then-Rex was wrong.

Rex had asked himself more than a few times on various missions if his attitude been the thing that well and truly cut him off from the General. Was it something Rex had done? Or was it a learned behavior from well before Rex had ever known Anakin Skywalker existed?

Rex knew which he hoped it wasn't, even if the alternative was worse in regards to the General's life before Torrent, which was already looking pretty bleak to begin with. Lonely.

Kix's exhausted voice draws Rex out of his thoughts. "It all sounds feasible to me, General," he said. "How should we begin?"

The General nods. He was...nervous, Rex realized with surprise. Anxious, almost.

"We can try the shielding in a little while, then, when you've all settled a little more," the General says, no hint of his nerves in his voice. Kix didn't look at Rex, but he could still feel the glare. Rex narrows his eyes at the medic. What was he supposed to do—convince the telepath that they could handle an experiment not even half an hour after he'd sliced into their heads? Right. "In the mean time, we have a few decisions to make. There are choices. We need supplies, and from what I can tell, we aren't getting them, and we won't be." Ghost Blue eyes, only a few shades off from Torrent Blue if their paint looked like it glowed, flick from Vod to Vod.

They nod in agreement, because denying it would do them and their vod'e no favors.

"Our first choice is this: we can either make do with what we get..." The General trails off, near buzzing with the nervousness he wasn't showing. When they don't say anything, simply waiting, he continues. "Or...we get those supplies outside of...official channels."

Rex's spine snapped straight. What?

Jesse cleared his throat. "That's...not a bad idea..." he said quietly.

Ridge crossed his arms, frowning. "Maybe not, but how do you propose we do that?"

The General shrugged almost helplessly. He probably hadn't expected them to take him seriously. It was a trend Rex might've actually hated. Admittedly, if they had been any other group of Vod'e, he likely would have had his work cut out for him convincing them to take this course, but they were Torrent. They had been on their own for long enough to seize any chance to add any amount of padding separating themselves and Death at every opportunity. "I have some ways...I know some people," he admitted sheepishly. "It takes work, but," his eyes met Rex's, and his mouth curved into a hint of a smile, "I don't think any of you have a problem with that."

They did not.

They couldn't afford to.

Denal watched the General somberly. "If we had been assigned to another command, were you planning on giving us this information?"

Anakin shrugged again, and he ducked his head down uncomfortably. "I was going to direct you to Guide. He's a Vod in the Coruscant Guard—"

Rex blinked, baffled. Why would he direct them to a Corrie?

"—and I've shown him a lot of...this kind of thing." The General fiddled with some of the wires on his table. Rex watched his fingers, tracking the slight hitch of the new mechanical fingers. Where had his other mech hand gone? It had been a much better quality. Rex pointedly ignored the insistence in the back of his mind telling him that the General did not fidget, that for him to be doing so now said /something/, even if Rex did not know what. "If you decide this is a good way to go, I'm still going to involve him because I...still can't leave this room without having a seizure."

Everyone winced. Coming out of hyperspace had been unpleasant for everyone.

The General continued, unbothered. "To get raw credits, sabacc or other card games are possibilities, as is betting on various pod races, though the latter is a lot more likely to get you arrested. Credits aren't really necessary, because several of the people I'll be sending you to are usually more than pleased to trade services for goods," he explained, fingers twisting wires and fingernails screwing tiny screws in place. Was he actually building something? "Those goods can then be traded for other things that we can actually make use of, or even trade again for something else."

This all sounded very good. Rex really only saw one rather major obstacle.

Jesse piped up, voicing Rex's thoughts. "We may have issues getting to those places without you, sir." He met General Skywalker's eyes unflinchingly. Warning of danger ahead was his job as a scout, and the General had always heeded him before. "Not every place is as welcoming as the Temple."

The General nodded in agreement, then said rather dryly, "Helmets or masks with hoods are high fashion in those parts."

That...made sense.

Rex's men made their own noises of understanding, and the General went on.

"There are more places that are clone friendly than just 79s, Jesse," Skywalker—and it was Anakin Skywalker saying this, not General Skywalker—told him with the upmost seriousness, "and if we do this thing, than you're going to be visiting quiet a few of those places. Even if those places are homes of people who are more concerned about whether or not you take off you shoes before leaving the foyer, than if you have a perfectly unique face."

Hardcase fiddled with the cuff of his gloves. "Foyer?" He asked almost hesitantly. As hesitantly as Hardcase was about anything.

"Mm," The General hummed. "Foyer. There's a woman, an older Rodian, named Miz. Met her a few years ago, and fixed her air filters and cooling unit. Very good shot with her pistol, and vicious about keeping her spaces clean, so if you don't take your shoes at the door, she will shoot you point blank." Rex would be concerned about how amused the General sounded, but he had seen his jetti do and say crazier. "She's one of the better people at pointing me in the right direction when I'm looking for something in particular."

He looked them over them while they processed this.

One of the biggest challenges Torrent faced with every mission was limited medical supplies. Only having four official medics didn't help, but they could work with that. That being said, no medic, however capable, could do much of anything without even basic supplies, like bandages.

Another obstacle was weaponry. They had blasters for every trooper, but amo ran dry in the middle of missions far more often than anyone was comfortable with. Energy cells could be and were recharged before, during and after missions to alleviate some of that strain, but there was only so much they could do when the standard issue energy cells they were given stopped holding charge every five or so recharges.

Food was...also a concern. There was only so much they could do to stretch rations when under fire.

This...could work.

Rex's bones just about turned to gel, and it was only sheer willpower that kept him from running shaking fingers over his buzz. He had known Torrent had been missing out with the General holding himself back as he had been, but he will admit he hadn't realized the true extent of that truth until now.

Thank the Force Skywalker had finally decided to accept his place among them.

Maybe now they could show him what support felt like on the other end of it.

"How are you feeling now?" The General broke the silence that had settled over them. "Are you ready to learn how to shield a bond?"

No. They were not.

"As we'll ever be, sir," Jesse said anyway.

Hesitation touched the skin between the General's eyebrows. He had, of course, heard what they weren't saying, how they very much did not want to shield anything much less their brand new bonds, but visibly steeled himself, and began explaining the shielding process her had lead Rex himself through earlier.

Rex knew why the General was so insistent on the shielding; he did. He didn't want his jetii experiencing his nightmares either. This knowledge did not make forming and then /holding/ a shield up any easier.

Mind to mind wasn't quite the same with a wall between the participants.

Hoping to help his vod'e with this uncomfortable process, Rex wordlessly passed his understanding of Bond shielding along. The thanks they send back to him in the slant of their shoulders spoke volumes.

Eventually, all of them manage to erect 'thin' shields over their 'side' of the Force Bond under their own power. If the slight crinkles between eye brows, or slight dips in the corners of mouths and the slant of armored shoulders was anything to go by, each and every one of them was just as unhappy with the success as Rex himself was.

Curling into himself almost apologetically, but also looking like he didn't regret making them learn to shield the bond, the General rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. Rex caught his gaze, and held it. The General blinked at him, questioningly. Rex blinked back slowly.

What next, General?

The General stared into Rex's eyes blankly for several seconds. Rex watched in fascination as thoughts zipped through Skywalker's eyes faster than Rex could track. Raindrops on Kamino.

Anakin really wanted to know what Rex expected from him.

The thought flew out of nowhere to nail Rex right in the forehead, and he flinched back.

What in haren was that?

While Rex flailed mentally, scrambling, a new thought struck like lightning. Rex froze, a looming sense of terror rising to curl above him. He shoved it away. His vod'e's head snap around to pin him in place with glares of various intensities. Hardcase missed the mark entirely, but Denal's was particularly searching, and Kix's, as always, was by far the most fiery. He ignored them.

What could they do? Test it.

Skywalker—and he was Skywalker, Rex forcefully reminded himself, as that is how he introduced himself, and so that is what Rex would call him—was the one to voice it.

"If you can barely stand some of the lightest shielding I have ever seen..." he said slowly, "how are you going to handle having two heavy-duty artificial shields between us?"

Jesse swore. Hardcase swallowed hard, eyes darting from Vod to Vod before settling back on Rex again. Ridge stiffened, and Denal paled. Kix, the mir'sheb he was, just grimaced, not particularly surprised.

It would be nice if Kix would share his thoughts more often, Rex laminated to himself. If only so things would stop taking Rex by surprise so often.

Rex gathered himself, just long enough to feel more solid, then said what they were all thinking anyway. "We'll have to send two out to test it." The words came out of his mouth as anything did, but the film they left on his teeth and tongue was bitter. He put the glass of water, half finished, in a clear spot on the table. His fingers quivered slightly as they left the glass, so he curled them into his palm.

What else could they do? It wasn't like they could stay in this room forever. They had to go back to the rest of Torrent at some point.

Its not like they hadn't all lost vod'e before—they could survive it again. It would only be temporary.

The glaring, having slipped slightly at the General's question, snapped back to him, stronger than before.

Kix caught his eye, and Rex forced himself to breath, even as Jesse pulled Skywalker's attention to himself.

In, two, three, four, hold, two, three, four, five, out, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

The General is fine, Rex told himself. He doesn't feel dead anymore, hasn't since he had dropped whatever shield he had put up before. He's just...weirdly flat right now.

Distant, almost. Shielded.

It's not natural.

Rex shoved that thought down as far as it could go, and buried it under all the other oisk he wouldn't live long enough to deal with.

The General did not need to hear that. Ever.

Forcing himself to put down roots in the present, Rex turned his attention to his jetii, ignoring the ifs-ands-maybes clamoring for his consideration.

The General blinked, surprised and something else Rex couldn't name. Rex waited, mind carefully blank. The General's eye flick from Jesse, to Rex, then Kix, and back again. "Yeah," he said slowly, "alright. I can comm someone to show the pair around."

"That won't be necessary, sir," Denal said. He looked up from the datapad he had been scrolling through. The one the General had handed Ridge on shielding techniques, if Rex recalled correctly. "We downloaded the Temple map to our buckets when we were transporting you here."

The General raised his eyebrows. He had questions; Rex saw them. He didn't ask any of them. "Normally not," he agreed instead, "but if the chosen two go out and collapse, I imagine things would go much more smoothly if they had someone with them who knew to drag them back here, than if they didn't."

Denal tipped his head in silent acceptance. "Good point, sir."

Looking faintly amused, Skywalker said, "I have someone in mind for that," because of course he did, "but, ah—" at this, his eyes slid hesitantly over to Rex, then away again. "Should we first test my mirror shield idea to see if maybe we could get used to the feeling of shields? Those ones I can at least drop in a second," he offered.

The terror spiked again, but Rex stomped it flat. He forced himself to look at this logically. Rex was very good at being logical. He had raised himself to be that way, to compensate for his defect on Kamino.

He was very good at being logical. It never got easier.

"That is probably," the words grind on the way out, but they do come out, "the smart thing to do," Rex agreed carefully. He had everyone's attention now. Pieces moved together like rusty machinery, but he got them to fit. As he picked up speed, oxidized metal flaked off, smoothing the process. He nodded along with his thoughts as a fuzzy plan took form. "You said before, that your shielding idea was like overlapping armor pieces."

Skywalker nodded, eyes locked on Rex.

Rex raised his chin, and met him head on. "I take point."

Skywalker grinned. "Don't you always?"

[paperback-rascal]

(...) He used to have million of brothers. Now, he’s the last. But he still hears them. They whisper to him(...)

Star Wars Adventures #7 

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[chica-dee-dee]

Got caught :/

Original photo:

[dangoren]

RIP Rex and his posse.

[clownbloody]

I know there are Jesse fans out there I SEE YOU, so here~ 2/???

OI! let me know if you want tagged when I post one of YOUR favourite boys!

For anyone wondering I'm gonna do as many clones as possible so if you have a specific babe you wanna see let me know!

501st: More Coming Soon ;)

Rex 1/???

Fives 3/???

Hardcase 4/???

Kix 5/???

Dogma 6/???

Tup 7/???

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[honeydwellerbee]

Hey, I didn't have the motivation to make a full illustration or do anything the may the 4th, but wanted to doodle. So I thought it would be fun to make some Chibis. I've never really done this style before but had fun with it, and have a bunch of sketches of other clones. These were super inspired by @lychgate and I would recommend checking them out! Anyways enjoy mah 501st doodles.