#tcw jesse

[leenathegreengirl]

He’s something, isn’t he? 🥰💕

Finally as promised I deliver the first piece of my yoga clones series: This time it’s Jesse in honour of the upcoming new season of TCW. I already love ARC Jess

The story behind this pic as I imagine it: Jesse was having some downtime in the gym, when Kix showed up and challanged him to keep the pose while balancing his helmet. Hence the intense concentration on Jesse’s face.

You’ll be able to find yoga clone Jesse in my RedBubble shop, here:

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According to your votes, the next yoga clone will be Commander Wolffe, who won the poll with seven votes.

To decide who should be after Wolffe, go to this poll and vote: [X]

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[leenathegreengirl]

JESSE LIVES!!!!! And he’s in LOVE 😍💕

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[mrsfeiix]

Most important meal of the day

✨Kix✨

[tattycoram]

Jesse: Would you slap your best friend for a thousand credits? Echo: I would slap Fives for free Fives, tearing up: I'm your best friend?

[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

[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)

[secretly-a-trekkie]

i was about to draw tech and then i look down and they just appeared instead

[raphaerolo]

"Sometimes in war, it's hard to be the one that survives."

[izzystizzys]

Echo’s world has gone decidedly… wobbly. Blurry. Fuzzy at the edges, and what-will-you-else. He can’t feel his fingertips, is his first thought. Kriffing overdid it on the glowing green shots, is his second.

“Holy kriff, Echo, that manhole-cover underneath you is moving!”, Fives exclaims, third. Or more like slurs into Lt. Jesse’s shoulder, who is himself moaning indistinctly into the Captain’s pauldron, who is in turn swaying back and forth gesturing at Commander Cody.

And it really is - the manhole cover, that is, once Echo stumbles off it with a shriek. Jumping up into the now open air with sudden force, steadying and then scraping across paveme-

“Are those kriffing hands?!”

In an instant, seven highly drunk pairs of fists and one blaster, courtesy of Commander Cody (the only one present who’s sober enough to be legally handling it) are aimed in a circle around the cover slowly being shuffled to the side, then the hands reaching up to palm at the edges of the hole -

- and are slowly being lowered again when two white-red painted helmets are heaved into view, along with chest-deep groaning and grunting. Two armored Corries collapse in a heap at Commander Cody’s feet, who stares down at them in open-mouthed shock.

Slowly, Echo blinks. Slowly, he raises a hand to snap his fingers in front of his face. No, still there. Slowly, Fives grabs for a piece of flank underneath his blacks and twists. Echo yelps, and slaps his hand away hard enough to hurt himself. “OI!”

“B’have, boys”, Captain Rex makes a brave attempt to slur out as he sways on his feet, still staring down at the trembling heap of armor at their feet. Whoa, Echo didn’t know they had those kinds of funky armor designs in the Guard. Very avant-garde.

“That’s blood, Ey’ika”, says Appo.

Oh.

Slowly, Hardcase raises his right foot, inching towards-

“Don’t even think about it”, Commander Cody snaps, and Hardcase’s foot whips back to the ground next to its companion. Fives chortles. “Yeah, genius, those are Commander kamas - they’d put you down in a second flat!”

“Why would two Corrie Commanders go crawling out of holes in front of 79’s, huh, genius?!”, Hardcase retorts, somewhat justly, Echo feels. Next to him, Commander Cody frowns, and kneels carefully. “Good question, trooper. Fox, can you hear me? Fox’i-“

Which is when one of the bodies - Commander Fox, Echo realizes with a shudder, The Marshall Commander Fox - convulses on the ground, and an arm rears up to nail Cody face-first with the back of a hand, sending him sprawling back into the pavement with an undignified squawk.

“Thorn”, the sad figure that is the highest decorated clone in existence groans, still faceplanted into pavement, “Thorn, I’m hallucinating Cody. Thorn, tell him to shut up.”

“Shuddup”, Commander Thorn heaves, loyally. Cody makes an affronted noise, braced back on his shebs. “Sdubid Codeh.”

Commander Fox’s visor scrapes against the ground with his nod, a sound that sends the surrounding vod’e cringing. “Yeah, you go, Thorn. You’re my favorite.” A considering pause. “Oh, kark. I need to call in medevac - Fox to Stabby, Fox to Stabby - the kriffing Narglatches are back on the lower levels.”

The Commander’s comm crackles to life, as he heaves himself over with a punched-out moan - oh, yup, that dark patch’s definitely not paint, and are those teeth marks?! On plastoid??

“I’m going to wring Senator Hliii’s neck, and then I’m going to twist him into a human kriffing meat-lasso to catch every last one of his little pets with”, sounds through Fox’s comm, who just hacks out a laughcough in response. “Pinging your location now. Where’s Thorn?”

“Pr’snt”, slurs Thorn.

“Concussed”, adds Fox, “We crawled out forty levels to behind 79’s, so no one would see us.”

Awkward silence follows.

“Uh, about that”, begins Rex, only to be interrupted by a deep groan from Fox.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kriffing kidding me! As if Cody’s ugly mug wasn’t - WHAT THE KRIFF ARE YOUR KRIFFING ARC KARKHEADS DOING IN MY HALLUCINATION, REX?!”

“Shuddup, Rex”, Thorn moans bravely.

[meebles]

I’d like to think both Jesse and Cody get endlessly roasted for their names. When everyone you know is named some shit like Toothpick or Wipeout or Biggus Dickus but you’re just Some Guy Named Steve, suddenly you’re the weirdo with the funny name.

[moreclonesplease]

[leenathegreengirl]

Jesse back in his 501st days, trying to charm a special someone with a photo!

(It took Fives and Hardcase 40 takes to get a "good one" 😂)

Hardcase: Smile more!

Fives: No smile less, women like the smolder

Hardcase: Don't listen to him, she's a sweet girl

Fives: Wait, your eyes were closed try again…

Jesse: Can we hurry up?? I don't want anyone else walking in!

Fives: Then stop talking, Di'kut!

(A very special thank you to my buddy @legacygirlingreen for providing the concept and writing!💚💕)

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[niobiumao3]

[tattycoram]

*212th and 501st co training* Fives, on the floor: Go on...without me! Jesse, crying and kneeling down beside him: No! We can get through this together, just like we always do! Fives: There's no time! You must defend our honour. Don't let my death be for nothing! Jesse, sobbing: I can't do this without you! Fives: Goodbye, old friend...*goes limp* Waxer, whispering to Echo: They do realise this just a dodgeball game, right? Echo, aiming at Jesse: Waxer, this is war. Show no mercy

[zealfruity]

Kind faced men with big brown eyes yk