#clone kix

[clonesuperiority]

I'd like to think that Ahsoka and Anakin would occasionally train with their troopers. Probably not, but the thought is nice 😔

Aslo: I kind of like the idea of some clones (hardcase in this case) being a bit more chubby :3

Bonus of headcanon body tattoos for Jesse, Hardcase and Kix 😊

[leenathegreengirl]

Ah, our dear, sweet Kix. Life’s really thrown a lot at the poor guy. Being a medic during the war was hard enough, but it seemed his heart had an even rougher go of it. There was this one girl, he thought she was sweet and genuine when they met at 79’s, but it turned out she was more interested in the idea of a clone than the actual person. The experience hurt him so much that he decided love just wasn't for him anymore.

It didn't help seeing so many of his 501st brothers finding their happy endings. He was genuinely thrilled for them, of course, but it definitely made him feel a bit cursed in the romance department. And that was *before* he threw himself into some dangerous business that landed him frozen in carbonite! Talk about bad luck! Thankfully, a certain Liberator of Ancient Wonders eventually found him tucked away in a dusty, far-flung corner of the galaxy and managed to get him back to his brothers on Pabu.

But getting unfrozen wasn't the only way his luck started changing. That's when he met Aiko, the island’s resident healer—and honestly, she's just as gentle and caring as she is beautiful. From the moment they started talking, they just clicked. Kix and Aiko both shared an incredible drive to help others, a quiet kindness, and even a mutual understanding of how overwhelming life can be at times. They began working side-by-side in the tiny local clinic, mending broken bones and even broken spirits.

Before Kix even fully realized what was happening, the man who had completely sworn off love found it flourishing right here, in this beautiful and peaceful paradise. Kix had always felt like he was struggling to keep his head above water, but now, nestled in Aiko’s arms, he finally feels like he can truly breathe. It's a beautiful thing to witness, seeing him so happy and at peace 🥰💜💕

(Thank you to @tahny-andthe-diamonds for help with the caption!)

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[oonaluna-art]

Kix as the concerned doctor meme for @corgoship!!!

Happy May the Fourth!

[clonemommy]

Photograph

Summary: You gift Kix a memorable photograph.

Word Count: 391

Pairing: Medic Kix x f!Reader

Authors Note: We all love Kix :)

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Love in war was a fleeting light.

Kix knew that better than anyone. He was a medic—his job was to save lives, not to love. He had lost too many comrades and held too many friends as they drew their last breath.

But then she came.

And for the first time, he feared what the war might take from him.

She was a Republican nurse. His colleague, his friend, his quiet light in a world of blood and pain.

He had first seen her holding the hand of an injured soldier as he took his last breath. Gentle. Calm. Strong.

And he had wondered how someone could be so beautiful—not just on the outside, but in her heart.

Nights of conversation followed days of loss. They found solace in small moments.

A quiet conversation over a cup of hot coffee. A glance across the field hospital when an operation was successful. A shoulder bump when the day was too heavy to bear alone.

Kix didn’t know when exactly it happened. But one day, he realized he was always looking for her.

In every battle, in every camp.

And whenever he found her, he felt a little more like a human being.

He knew the war didn’t give them time. So he held on to every little moment.

“Here.”

She handed him something—a photograph.

It was a picture of the two of them, taken on a quiet night in the infirmary.

Kix looked at it for a long time. “Why are you giving me this?”

She smiled. “In case you ever need a reason to survive.”

He didn't know what to say. So he carefully closed the picture in his hand—and promised himself he would never lose it.

The next day brought a mission.

She wasn’t there when he left.

But when he checked his bag, he found the photo inside, folded with a note.

"Come back to me."

He ran his fingers over the words.

Then he tucked the picture into his breast pocket, right over his heart.

He didn’t know if he’d ever come back.

But if there was a reason to survive—

It was her.

The picture carried him through every battle.

And one day, he would show it to her again.

With a smile.

With a heart that still beats.

With the love that even war couldn’t destroy.

End

[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!!!

[clone-anon]

Hello! I'm a people pleaser by nature, so I have a tendency to do and do and do for others with little regard to my own mental health and well-being. I tend to burn out a lot, but I try to ignore it and keep pressing on even though I know I need to stop and take some time for myself. I've had others try to tell me to stop, to slow down and take some time for self-care, but I keep falling back into that same vicious cycle. I think I need a good, stern talking-to from our kind clone medic Kix to set me straight. I hope that anyone else that struggles with people pleasing and burnout can find comfort in this as well. :>

You were practically falling asleep standing. More work needed to be done. You'd promised to see this through and help out where you could.

Kix's voice was firm but gentle. "Have a seat."

"I'm almost done here," you said, rousing yourself enough to barely function.

"No," he countered. "Now."

You turned around with knitted eyebrows, almost indignant that he would insist like this. Kix looked at you calmly and gestured to the sofa. You took a breath and sat.

"You're doing too much," he insisted. He paced in front of you, hands behind his back. "What are you doing? Describe it to me."

You wanted to roll your eyes, but knew what he was getting at.

"I'm trying to help. I'm doing too much and I'm burned out."

"Why do you keep doing this?" he asked. "You keep going in this cycle to your own detriment. I'm worried about you."

He stopped packing and knelt in front of you as he took your hands in his. He took a breath before continuing.

"Look, I don't know how to help you. You keep repeating the same cycle. Maybe you should talk to someone about forming new habits. About why you keep falling into this trap."

"I'll think about it."

He sat down next to you and pulled you into his arms for a hug.

"That's all I'm asking," he said. "And don't get grumpy when I point out when you do this again. I don't want you more burned out. New habits take time to form, but you actually have to form them. Value yourself enough to be nicer to yourself."

You nodded and leaned into the hug and then looked up at him.

"Would you ever expect me to do what you put yourself through?" he asked.

"Of course not," you replied.

"Then why is it okay for you to do this to yourself?"

"I guess it's not," you said.

"No guessing about it!" he declared. "If it's not a level of work you'd expect from me or one of your friends, then you can give yourself some grace."

You sat silently for awhile. He really wasn't going to let it go this time. Things would have to change, but you knew it was for the best. Kix rubbed your back and kissed your forehead. It was all from a place of love.

[bitterfishiesstuff]

Not sure if folks still play ACNH, but I made a Kix hoodie for @sergeantgoggles since he's one of her fav's. Other folks are welcome to use it and I've also got Rex, the Bad Batch's CW/season 1 armor and some ugly holiday sweaters inspired by the BB and the 501st. (These may look familar, most of them are from when ACNH was still popular)

[phantom-of-the-501st]

You know that with Kix being the medic of the 501st he gets so many stupid questions.

"Hey, Kix! Can you look at this weird rash I have?"

"Hey, Kix, how much alcohol can I drink before it's a health hazard?"

"Hey, Kix, can you get this splinter out of my finger for me?"

"Hey, Kix? Hypothetically speaking do you know how to patch up a blaster wound without having to go to the med bay or having any of the higher ups finding out? Hypothetically... of course".

And I can just imagine Kix getting so sick of it that he just gives up.

Fives: Hey, Kix! Hardcase and I were totally not doing anything that Rex told us not to do and Hardcase somehow (I definitely don't know how) hit his head pretty badly (it definitely wasn't my fault) and now I'm worried that he has brain damage and-

Kix: He'll be fine. You can't get brain damage if you don't have a brain.

Kix: *leaves*