#braincan

if she and the wives had reached a point of no return, either recaptured by the immortan, stranded with no food or water in the salt flats, or some other grim fate, furiosa would be the one to handle mercy killings.

she loves these women, they’ve been through hell together, but she of all people would understand that when they said “we’re not going back,” they meant it, one way or another. she must’ve been so close to giving up so many times in her life, and for herself, has passed that point and made herself keep on living till she simply can’t anymore. but she would also understand that choosing survival in the wasteland means choosing pain of a kind that never really goes away. she would be able to accept if any of the wives didn’t want that pain for themselves, couldn’t bear returning to the citadel or wasting away slowly till the bitter end. if they asked it of her, she would be able to end them without hesitation, but with kindness and compassion: quickly and painlessly.

clones singing!! clones singing. and just generally having a knack for music. turning old shell casings and bent forks into musical instruments, humming to themselves on long watch shifts. making up silly doggerels about each other and the jedi and sharing them to show affection or as gifts on special occasions.

really artistic clones who spend all their free time touching up the gunships’ nose art and designing elaborate tattoos for their friends who maybe aren’t as handy with a needle.

tattoos! haircuts! armor painting! scarification & other body mods!! anything to reinforce individuality. memorial tattoos, units with matching tattoos, clone barbers who can work miracles with nothing but an old knife. clones drastically changing their looks as a prank.

this is a whole ‘nother ball of yarn but gender variant clones. i personally prescribe to the “most clones are agender” headcanon, but what about the ones who feel more strongly about gender than their brothers? who don’t, but choose to gender themselves anyways as an act of expression?

clones who keep detailed journals and make up stories about the different planets they’re stationed on, asking the locals for help to draw on their culture for details. clone poets who keep their words tucked close to their hearts under their armor. historians who go through the rank recording their brothers’ stories, because no one else in the galaxy seems to care what they’ve got to say.

clone fashion! would be so! on! point! if they had access to civilian clothes they would probably come up with some revolutionary #looks.

improv theatre and stunt work elevated to an art form. seriously, i would kill to see what the clones would do if they got a hold of vine. hundreds of thousands of exact body doubles of yourself? highly specialized training? never a dull moment? they’d churn out some seriously impressive comedic gold.