#medic kix

[totally-correct-star-wars]

Anakin: I'll do whatever I want when I'm 80. Kix: If you are still alive at 80 I demand a medical explanation.

[paperback-rascal]

Even when sick, Tech is the walking, talking encyclopedia and by the looks of it, he hit the nail on the head with his theory!

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This comics takes place in my Kix is the Clone Force 99′s medic AU -> [LINK] <- and was drawn in relation to this post -> [LINK] <- by @warsamongthestars

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

References:

www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/kex

www.merriam-webster.com/wordplay/top-13-words-with-bizarre-meanings/kex

en.wiktionary.org/wiki/kex

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apiaceae

[womp-womp-chomp-chomp]

No, I will not elaborate.

[clone-rights-activist]

Since it's my 22nd birthday, I'd like to share the design I made for my eras tour outfit earlier this month

Lo and behold: The Eras Tour The Clones Edition!

[lonewolflupe]

The Last Blorbo

Kix is looking VERY judgmental at me for coming up with that pun-intended-but-not-so-fun-title. I'm sorry Kix :( He's so upset with me that even his helmet looks a bit sad. I'm sorry, Mr Medic. Let's just not think about Kix being the last clone ever but just the last blorbo I'll be drawing tonight (because I'm off to bed, bye). I used this killer pose as reference. Kix was requested by @eobe and @peggy7447 (and I'm gonna tag @returnofthepineapple as well, because Kix).

Cody | Fives | Fox | Vaughn | Hunter | Gregor | Echo | Wolffe | Mayday | Rex | Hound | Hardcase | Keeli | Tech | Appo | Crosshair | Kix | Howzer | Boba | Fordo

[coffeeandbatboys]

Dumbass (Fives x Reader)

Because Fives is def a dumbass. This is really short. Like me.

Warnings: medbay, mention of mild injury, Hardcase is a warning. What the hell Fives might as well be a warning too.

“Kix, I swear to the maker somebody better be dying at this hour.” You groaned, slapping the button on your comm and blinking the sleep from your eyes.

“Fives-“

You jumped up, already headed for the door. “Had better not be dying.” You cut him off.

Kix laughed. “Just a mild injury. He’s asking for you though. I��ll let him and the boys explain what happened.”

“I’m on my way.”

When you eventually got up to the medbay, you saw Fives seated on one of the beds, surrounded by Echo, Kix and Hardcase. A med patch was adhered to his forehead right next to his tattoo.

“Fives, Dear, what the hell did you do? You sighed, resting your hands on either side of where he sat on the bed.

“Well, uh, Mesh’la.” He stammered with a blush and a shy smile. “Hardcase and I, sorta had a bet? And….I think I lost.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You did, huh? Wanna tell me what said bet was about?”

He blushed a little harder, out of embarrassment you assumed.

Echo spoke first.

“In my defense I told him not to do it.”

You turned to Hardcase with a questioning look. He snickered before falling into a fit of giggles.

“He said he could hang upside down on the bunk with just his feet. I told him no way.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to look at Fives. This man was going to be the death of you.

“Honey, you’re a dumbass.”

He leaned forward to nudge your nose with his. “I’m your dumbass though.”

You smirked. “I don’t know how much more of it I can take.”

“Well then. Guess I’ll have to come up with something good to keep you around.”

Before you had a chance to respond, he pulled you forward and gave you a kiss.

“I suppose that’ll work for now.” You smiled. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He smiled again. “I’m lucky I’ve got you.”

[1337wtfomgbbq]

Rex, after sleeping for 4 hours due to insomnia, an exhausting mission, a debrief with General Skywalker and Commander Tano, an annoyingly long meeting with General Kenobi and Commander Cody before a joined mission: Guys please can you quiet down? I can’t focus.

Echo and Fives looking concerned: We haven’t said anything in the past 30 minutes??

Kix on his 52nd hour of no sleep full of caf: You hear the voices too?

[cobaltbeam]

Kisses!!!! Kisses for the boys!!!!!

[lifeofclonewars]

Do you ever think about the fact that Kix literally had a breakdown on the battlefield during Umbara (aka when Tup had to get him to stop shooting) because he couldn't cope with the death and having to leave people behind because at his core he's a healer and just full of so much love for his brothers and then instead of resting in their mini break, he's helping his friends with mutiny and treason because it's a chance for him to do something else to help other than comforting the dying when so many have been lost or are you normal

[212th-legion]

“And he’s so angry. And he’s so sad. He used to have millions of brothers… Now he’s the last.”

[ladykagewaki]

Baby 501st: Kix the Medic

@zaya-mo @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @ladykatakuri @marierg @thecoffeelorian @salubriousbean

[totally-correct-star-wars]

Fives: We attack at dawn! Tup: Why dawn? Fives: Tradition! You do shootouts at high noon, you stretch in the seventh inning, and you attack at dawn. Kix: You also get executed at dawn. Fives: Thank you, Kix, for that bit of optimism.

[paperback-rascal]

Apparently if a person get their foot stung by stingray, they have to keep it in a special bag of shame filled with hot water that helps with decomposition of the venom, lessening the pain and shortening recovery time -> [LINK]<-.

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Artwork done for @summer-of-bad-batch's week 2 prompt - "injured".

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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

[ct-cactus]

This is a petition to make Kix have his own show. Each upvote as an agreement with this statement so we can show Dave Filoni that we want a Kix-centric series because everybody loves the prettiest clone in the GAR. We require a series that details Kix’s discovery of the chips, his kidnapping, his experiences as the last vod alive, his time with the Crimson Corsair. WE NEED KIX!!!

[clownbloody]

Kix with his difficult hair style and intricate tattoo havin ass...love him tho 5/???

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/???

Jesse 2/???

Fives 3/???

Hardcase 4/???

Dogma 6/???

Tup 7/???

Tag List:

@eyecandyeoz

@padawancat97

@yeehawgeek

@argentinian-witch

@atomickidsoul

@keantha

[lonewolflupe]

Let Me Fix That For You (One-Shot)

I might have accidentally written this whilst trying to finish three WIPs #writer's struggles

Summary: when you start having a panic attack, medic Kix can only think of one last treatment to calm you down Rating: Teen and up Tags: light angst (battlefield/injury/panic attack), hurt/comfort, fluff (kissing), SFW Words: 917 Pairing: CT-6116 Kix x gen!reader Read this one-shot here on AO3

It was hard to sit down still and motionless with all the action going on around you. Your instincts made you cower your head whenever there was an impact near your position, you shot upright when a squad of clones made it past you towards the battlefront and you fidgeted with your comm device the moment it made a static sound, ready to receive new orders.

Kix carefully examined your arm, slightly turning it to see what exact angle the small piece of shrapnel was making in order to get it out by hurting you as little as possible. Luckily, it hadn't been a direct hit, or it would have been much worse. The shrapnel had bounced off from some debris before it had hit your arm.

“Let me fix that for you,” he said gently, his comforting smile lost behind his helmet before he got to work. He took a tool from his medpac and placed a firm grip on your arm to steady you. But you were all over the place, a sensory overload from everything that was going on around you and the need to return into battle, to keep up with your responsibilities.

“Keep still,” Kix urged you sternly when you kept shifting nervously at every unusual sound, the gaze through his visor not averting from your wound. “Yessir,” you shot at him, trying to make it sound light-hearted, but you winced when he pulled the shrapnel out with one smooth, sudden movement.

“That was the worst part,” he said in a comforting way, but that didn't make the remainder of his treatment a pleasant experience. The bacta spray stung in your wound, and you pulled back your arm in a reflex. 

“Keep. Still,” he shot at you, slowly to make the words sink into you more clearly. “I-I don't have time for this,” you muttered, trying to get up, but he pulled you back down. “Oh, there will be plenty of clankers left when I'm done with this, don't you worry,” he chuckled at you, trying to lift the mood to make you feel better, but his intentions were lost on you.

“They need me out there!” you shot at him, a strange, frantic look in your eyes, and he instantly knew you were starting to have a panic attack. “Focus!” he called at you urgently, as your chest started heaving from heavy breathing.

Without thinking, he took his helmet off, his brown eyes piercing into yours. “Focus,” he repeated, this time softer, as he gently took your face between his hands, forcing your gaze to his in hopes to calm you down.

But it seemed like you were looking straight through him, your eyes hollow and your breathing shallow. There was one last remedy he could think of; something he had wanted to do for some time now, but he had never imagined it would be in a situation like this, as a last option.

He leaned forward and landed his lips on yours. Your eyes widened in surprise and a gasp left your lungs, but it had the intended effect: you calmed down immediately, solely focussing on this tender moment.

At first, it was just to grab your attention, to distract you so you would stop panicking. But since Kix had been looking forward to this moment, he started putting more feeling into it, giving in to his own emotions and desires.

His hand slid to the back of your head, holding you gently and keeping you steady as his lips explored yours. And slowly but steadily, you indulged in the kissing, answering his unusual treatment by returning the favour. Your lips brushed against his, and he could feel your breathing steadying against his skin.

You caught him off guard when you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling yourself close against his chest. You tilted your head in order to reach him, to taste him, to let him know you had wanted this for some time, and he was all too glad to receive you.

When the two of you finally cooled down, you could feel Kix chuckling softly against your lips, which made them curl into a smile. Your chest was heaving again - but this time from excitement. You pulled away, but Kix’s hand was still on the back of your head, his thumb caressing your scalp.

“You good?” he checked on you, a caring smile on his face, but you noticed a flicker in his eyes. “Yeah, never been better,” you replied smiling, sliding a hand through your hair before you noticed his shoulder piece was shifted out of place - probably caused by your sudden lunge towards him.

“Let me fix that for you,” you repeated his earlier words before readjusting the piece of armour. He chuffed in the most endearing way; he had been sure you hadn't processed those words during your starting panic attack earlier, and here you were, using them on him.

When you finished fixing his shoulder piece, he gently put his hand on top of yours and squeezed it. “No more injuries, alright?” he kindly urged you, and you granted him a quick nod and another ‘yessir’. He smiled and stroked your cheek before he put his helmet on again.

“See you when it's over,” he said to you, getting back to his feet and offering his hand. You gladly took it, and he pulled you up. “I'm counting on it,” you smirked at him, before emerging into battle again.