#tcw jesse

[marymunchkiin]

aww <3 fuck order 66 its not canon, Palps died, the Republic won, Fives lived and the clones were granted citizenship

501st

They're so cute 💙🩵

[tattycoram]

Jesse: Hey, Echo, can you do me a favour? Echo: Um, sure Jesse: Say 'ow' Echo: Ow? *2 seconds later* Fives, Rex and Cody, busitng down the door: ECHO! WHAT HAPPENED? ARE YOU OK? ARE YOU HURT?

[ct-55688]

Days with You

[lonewolflupe]

Follow-up to Fives and Lupe having an (intimate) conversation at the bar

I've put way too many hours into this (it was supposed to be a lines-only mini comic, but I caved and coloured it anyway) BUT it was so so much fun. I'm a sucker for Fives but goth Fives, oh stars I am VERY unwell about him.

Kix I love you, but why did you choose that haircut, you know what a pain in the shebs that is to draw?!? + if you're asking where Jesse's neck went; he's shrugging (the anatomy's lost under his bomber jacket haha)

Also did I draw a complete clone dress-up doll just so I could design Jesse's and Kix's outfits for this mini comic? Yes, yes I did. Will I be sharing it for everyone to use? I might, if anyone's interested!

For Jesse's and Kix's outfits: it's nu-metal, and I gave Jesse a bomber jacket to give him a bit of a jock look, because I thought it fitted him.

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[freesia-writes]

A little spicy-sweet Jesse to start off the work week. 😉😘

Free, I’ve missed you so much!!! I saw that you reblogged some first kiss prompts, so if I may be so bold as to request

the uncontrollable smile they break into either after or during the kiss itself

with my love, Jesse 💙💙

Hihihihi! Thank you so much; I’ve missed you as well! I hope this is a tasty little treat for ya, haha. :D

Jesse x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.4k Rated PG-13 for suggestiveness and alcohol tomfoolery. ;)

I have to include this picture of him because... well hot damn. No need to explain.

You’d been having the night of your life. After a hellish week at work, full of unreasonable expectations and incompetent coworkers, you’d finally made it to the bar with your friends. The jovial nature of 79s was infectious, and it felt so good to let your guard down and just have fun for once. You’d danced, had a drink, played a hologame that you swore was rigged, and now were crammed into a booth with a whole horde of happy patrons. 

A hand lightly touched your knee under the table, bringing your attention back to the conversation you’d been having. Your friend was always raving about the 501st, and now they were here on shore leave. She hadn’t been wrong – you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. From the hilarious quips and razor-sharp wit to the exhilarating stories punctuated with flirtatious comments, they were a constant good time. 

“Jesse!” you answered triumphantly, watching the Republic cog move as his eyes crinkled in a smile. It made your pleasant tingly state feel even more effervescent. “Ha! You said I wouldn’t remember!” 

“I said I bet you wouldn’t remember it tomorrow,” he laughed, patting your knee and withdrawing his arm. “See, you already forgot.”

“I’m not just gonna bang you and write you off as another fun night,” you said with mock sternness. “I’m not that kind of person – I’m going to get to know and appreciate every glorious nuance of who you are, and the one and only Jesse shall live on in my mind, untarnished and glorious…forevermore!” You clapped a hand to your mouth, giggling at your own profundity as well as the way his eyebrows had risen higher and higher with each ridiculous word. 

“That’s quite poetic,” he conceded, lifting an arm to wrap it around your shoulders, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “But uh… you’re gonna bang me?” he asked with a roguish grin, tilting his head and gazing at you with impossibly large puppy-dog eyes. 

“That’s yet to be seen,” you answered coyly, and he laughed again, leaning back against the booth cushion as he took another sip of his drink. 

“Fair enough,” he said, setting the glass down. “But I’m warning you… If you get back on the dance floor with me, you’re not gonna want to go home alone.” 

“Ooohhh, them’s fightin’ words!” You were half teasing, half aroused with a shiver of anticipation at his playful confidence. “You must think pretty highly of yourself!”

“Not at all,” he said with a completely straight face. Only the glint in his eyes belied his mischief. “I’m only speaking from experience.” With a wink and a shove of the clone next to him, he was scooting out of the bench seat and pulling you along with him. You laughed, clambering to your feet as he held your hand steadily. “I’m giving you one last chance to flee back to safety,” he purred, leaning in close to your ear and making your heart skip a beat.

“Karking hell,” you blurted out, “You’re ridiculous…ly hot.” He threw his head back with an elated guffaw, and the next thing you knew, he’d led you to the most packed corner of the bar where bodies of all shapes, sizes, and species bumped and grinded to the endless thump of the bass that barely changed from song to song. It didn’t matter – the cacophony of noise, the myriad of neon lights, and the fuzzy tipsiness brought on by a few drinks all created an atmosphere of letting go and enjoying the simple pleasures of life. 

He put a hand on your waist, stepping in close and gracing you with a whiff of his scent – something clean and fresh, almost too heavily-applied, sweetened by the hint of sweat and heat. It was intoxicating. When you leaned in, pressing your body against his and laying a hand on his shoulder, there was no doubt where your mind was going. He was built. Confident. Hilarious. And somehow not off-putting at all. You’d enjoyed your conversation earlier, being equally enamored with his wit as well as his insight. 

The song shifted, and with a gentle lead, he turned you around to pull you up against his front, sliding both arms around your waist and settling them on your hips. Or just slightly below. You moved together to the rhythm, your own hands finding his arms as you swayed. He nuzzled against your neck, yelling something over the music that made you laugh, and you reached an arm up, arching your back to wrap it around his neck and pull him close. The low hum he made in your ear sent a warmth blossoming between your legs, and you bit your lip. Kriff, he hadn’t been lying. The way his war-hardened body was able to move so effortlessly with your own left little to the imagination about what he might be like in other scenarios. 

You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the music, the moment… (heheh)... the feeling of his chest against your back, his hips against your ass… You could swear you felt more there too, but maybe you were just imagining it, feral as you were. It felt good to stop worrying about everything for once, and you felt lucky to have found such a partner for the night.

After what felt like hours, you pulled him off the dance floor, sweaty and exhilarated from having been rubbing and grinding against each other in a build-up that you could hardly stand. With a quick stop at the corner of the bar, you poured a small water glass for each of you, chugging yours in a few gulps before refilling it. He ran a hand over his head, finishing his own water and returning the cup to the dirty dish rack. The flush on his cheeks and the sparkle in his eyes were absolutely irresistible, and you felt emboldened. You pressed a hand against his stomach, reveling in the surprise on his face, and drove him backward into the wall almost forcefully. It seemed impossible to combine innocent delight and a darkened gaze, and yet there he was, smoldering with absolute magnetism in front of you. 

“Shoot, I warned you!” he teased, sliding a hand around your waist as you slipped one leg between his, sidling up to lean on his chest and press him into the wall. You laughed, placing a hand on his broad chest, feeling his heart pounding as much as your own. 

“I was indeed warned,” you admitted, toying with his hip with your other hand. He wrapped his arms around you, one around the small of your back, the other around your shoulders. You tilted your head slightly, sliding your hand up his chest, along the side of his neck, and around to the back where you cupped it firmly. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, bringing his lips to yours with exhilarating confidence. You melted into him, sliding your thigh more intentionally against his crotch, where there was definitely something more now. You drowned in your senses – the heat, the desire, the scent and taste and feel of him – and then snapped back to the present as you felt his kiss changing. 

His cheeks curved as he smiled against your mouth, tipping his forehead to touch yours and allowing both of you to catch a breath. Your heart exploded in your chest at the sight of him, eyes still closed and grinning like an idiot, and you cupped his cheek with a tender hand. When he finally did lift his head and open those gorgeous amber eyes, it sent a jolt of electricity through you – the irresistible sexiness paired with the unabashed glee was something you never wanted to forget. 

“What?” you said finally, poking playfully at his adorable grin. “Got something smart to say?”

“Nothing,” Jesse chuckled, surprisingly soft for a moment. “I’m just really loving this night.” 

“I think we’re gonna be loving it even more,” you murmured, hand grazing back down his chest and coming to rest at his waist. “But now it’s you who needs to be warned…”

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[secretly-a-trekkie]

have some more 501st shenanigans

[brittandbiscuits]

The annual “Build Your Own Gingerbread Trooper” activity in Torrent’s barracks went great! Everyone tried their best and followed the template…..except for Fives. Who made his own.

Happy Holidays!

[leenathegreengirl]

JESSE LIVES!!!!! And he’s in LOVE 😍💕

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[mrsfeiix]

Most important meal of the day

✨Kix✨

[stealthetrees]

The fandom is missing out on the opportunity for Therapy From The Coruscant Guard. Since they’re stationary they’d be able to make friends and meet people and be surrounded by civilians that arnt in crisis. Corries figure out their childhood was Not Normal. Maybe the medic gets a psychology degree online to give his brothers therapy. They learn all sorts of things like healthy coping mechanisms and communication skills.

Then the drunk tank turns into Therapy Time From Your Well-Adjusted Brothers.

Fox: why did you punch the bar tender?

Jesse: I was mad at him

Fox: why where you mad at the bar tender

Jesse: idk

Fox: do you think maybe you’re mad that you’re a slave in a war you can’t do anything about, and you punched him because it feels good to do something about your anger?

Jesse, softly: holy shit

If anyone wants to use this in a fic just send me the link pls

[marymunchkiin]

I replayed Republic Commando, hyperfixated on clones and decided to draw Jesse (WIP?) for art practice 💙😂 Hubby's an ARC and not a commando but he's a charming man all the same ����

[yunyun160]

ARC Tropper

[tattycoram]

Fives, bursting into the room: I NEED HELP Echo, spinning a wheel with all the 501st's names on it: Jesse it's your turn Jesse: DANG IT!

[lepplum]

snacks

[zealfruity]

I put a total of 3 hours into this. Like a champ.

1. Pictures taken an hour before treason.

2. Hardcase with a rocket launcher, Umbara, 20BBY

3. Average Marshal Commander Fox activities.

4. Average Marshal Commander Fox activities (getting glassed), ft. Medic Iraia (who keeps lying about his name and sometimes pretends to be the commander).

5. Wraith got sent to a haunted location. Again.

6. Freefall and his adopted sons + Pilot bestie.

[sokadraws]

works that worth posting again (since im not shadow banned now (finally!!) I'll probably post some pics again jst to be sure)