#clone headcanons

But they progressively get worse and far from canon AND fanon 🧍🏾‍♂️

Command Batch edition. Enjoy! (Or not).

Tagging @orangez3st cause this was her idea lol

(courtesy of my sibling) Hunter has a list of all the different dirts of different planets he's been to and he's rated each and every single one. Ex: Tatooine: no dirt, only sand. 0/10. Kashyyyk: very nice, many different kinds of dirt. Overall 8/10. He puts more detail into his descriptions but I'm too lazy to write all that.

Tup gets away with fucking everything. Those Tooka eyes are deadly.

Dogma can also do the Tooka eyes but chooses not too.

Hardcase gives the best massages. Sore neck? He'll fix it in no time. Sore back? He's got ya. Rex, Kix, and the mechanics love him.

Once, after a very long and already overstimulating day, Hardcase jokingly messed with one of Dogma's things and accidentally just, broke Dogma. He just started yelling at Hardcase, Which turned into him yelling at Fives, Which turned into him just kinda yelling at no one in particular about things that upset him. Yes there are videos of it, and yes it haunts him every single day of his existence.

Crosshair = Cat. He gravitates towards warm spaces, knocks things off of tables to make room for his own stuff, his eyes do that reflective thing in the dark. And more.

Jesse occasionally just, faints. Kix can't figure out what's wrong and he hates It.

Tup needs glasses but he goes with contacts because A, glasses break easily. And B, they can't fit underneath his bucket. Also he can't find a pair he likes.

Rex is all responsible and stuff when it comes to his legion. But the second he's with the command batch he suddenly has no survival instincts and becomes so chaotic he rivals Anakin. This disturbs everyone In the 501st. (Also, this only happens when at least three other members of the command batch are present.)

Dogma has a little emotional support plushie that's weighted. Shaak-ti gave it to him when he was a cadet and he can't sleep without it. (It's a BLÅHAJ. I'm not even gonna try and lie. It's a weighted space BLÅHAJ.)

Bly has an engagement ring picked out for Aayla but he keeps chickening out whenever he goes to propose. Aayla knows about the ring and all his attempts. Aayla acts oblivious.

I'm just gonna keep making more of these I don't care if you don't like em.

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The first couple of nights that shinies are introduced to legions/battalions the older troopers set up a cuddle pile with rain/thunder sounds as a sort of background noise.

Because if you think about it, thunder and rain and all that, at least the sounds, would be somewhat comforting to most clones.

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Clones suck at hiding their true expressions on their face because they are so used to wearing helmets. Like, they really really suck at it. But also because of how much they wear their helmets they use a lot of body language and exaggerated gestures. This carries over to when they don't have their helmets on. As a result a lot of people have been accidentally hit.

Is such a sucker for any type of praise. Of course, all the clones love to hear they're doing well, but for Echo, it's almost a spiritual experience when his actions are highlighted and he gets the spotlight for a second. Even before Skako Minor, he loved hearing positive feedback from those willing to give it. Meeting Rex was like meeting a hero from a kid's story and hearing him say Echo could hold his own was exhilarating. He also remembers making ARC and all the celebrating he and Fives had done afterward. "I knew we'd do it. Thanks for never giving up on me, Ech." The eye-roll he'd given in response couldn't be helped.

After all the torture and isolation, he's much more reluctant to accept, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't make his heart's pace pick up. To this day, he can't help but turn a bit pink when Rex hits him with a "good job" or a particularly knowing look. It makes him feel so proud when he hears his ori'vod congratulate his skills and strategic thinking.

Craves physical connection very intensely. He sometimes feels the flames of jealousy lick at his mind when he watches CF99 all climb into a dog pile after their heavy picnics on Pabu. Each of them, even Omega, will curl into one another until Echo is left to sit alone and study their peaceful expressions. He fights the urge to stare, but he's all too aware of his metallic arm and legs. He wants to crawl closer to his siblings and let himself melt into their heartbeats and breathing; at one time, vod piles had been such a comforting way for him to decompress. But metal doesn't quite belong with flesh, and he has a hard time breaking through the barrier and letting himself be held. He sits quietly for a long while as if hit with several stun blasts. (Crosshair, ever aware, is the last to succumb to sleep and the first to notice Echo's rigidity. He likes to prove Echo wrong by resting his head on his brother's cybernetic lap; flesh or metal, they still see him as their vod.)

Okay okay... Echo got his name because he'd constantly repeat strategies or rules back to his brothers during their time as cadets. I think this would eventually be replaced with him mother-henning and nagging at every brother he gets slightly attached to. "Eat your carrots, Wrecker, Maker knows your eye could use it." (Wreck acquiesces with a grumble... When Echo turns his back to practically force-feed Crosshair a piece of broccoli - his jaw is locked shut like an activated bear trap - Wrecker slips the carrots to Batcher. Tech says nothing because the vitamins in the vegetable are beneficial for most biological organisms; he finishes his helping as he watches in silence. Hunter and Omega dutifully eat away, seeming to compete in silence as they make eye contact over the table.)

Tells Omega stories about Fives. He honors his brother as much as possible; he thinks Omega would enjoy hearing about some of her other brothers. He also talks about Hevy and the other dominoes quite a bit, but none as much as Fives... He knows Fives and Omega would have gotten along well and can imagine the passed-on Clone braiding her hair as it grows over the years.

Rex: he is quick to accept the gift, even if he isn't sure exactly what it is or why he's receiving it. He understands natborns sometimes get the urge to give each other things as a form of bonding, and he's been given several flowers and letters from Ahsoka to know the actions he should take: offer thanks and find something to appreciate about the item, even if it won't realistically serve him. A flower? Rex will usually find something nice to say about the shape of its petals or the hue beginning to fade. A handmade drawing or letter? He likes to study the strokes left by the graphite or ink used in its inception.

Cody: Literally has no reference for how to react. He stares at whatever item is being held out to him with curiosity and confusion. You'll have to practically place it in his palm and say, "I wanted you to have this because I saw it and thought of you." He doesn't know what that means, especially when he looks down to see a small jar of yellow paint or another item that isn't issued by the GAR. Once it is made explicit that it's a gift, nothing more or less, he starts to think about the intentions behind it. He likes being thought of, and he'd like to try and return the generosity.

Echo: He can hardly hide the excitement at the gesture! He's all smiles even before he knows what it is he's being given; it's the act itself that makes the gift have value to him. If he's close enough to the person, he'll instantly offer a big hug until he can find something to gift to them. If not, he'll settle for lots and lots of eye contact as a way of trying to communicate how much he loves it.

Wolffe: spends a lot of time studying the item he's been given. A new attachment for his blaster gets held and turned around over and over again until it finally clicks that it's something he can use and isn't expected to return. If it's something less oriented towards his soldiering, such as a fuzzy blanket or a wool sweater, he lays it out on his bed and stares at it for quite literally hours. The closest thing he has to these items are flattened pillows and his blacks, so it's unprecedented and he can't quite figure out what to do with it. Eventually, he'll fall into his bunk and wrap the item around him, relaxing his body and purring like a loth cat until sleep claims him. (He doesn't consider getting the person something in exchange unless someone specifically explains that that's sort of part of the tradition.)