Jun 9, 2025
Codywan Headcanon No One Asked For:
Once they start dating, Cody will always go to sit in Obi's lap at any given moment. He won't ask, just stare at Obi quietly until Obi moves whatever he's doing to make space for Cody.
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Codywan Headcanon No One Asked For:
Once they start dating, Cody will always go to sit in Obi's lap at any given moment. He won't ask, just stare at Obi quietly until Obi moves whatever he's doing to make space for Cody.
When Bly wakes, he knew what was wrong.
When Bly wakes, he knew the whole damn galaxy was wrong.
When Bly wakes, he did not want to be awake.
He jumped from his makeshift cot, hoping that his blaster would be nearby and he could make waste of someone's delicate work just to show them there was no point to saving clones. Why curse them with free will after everything they had done? Any good clone would put their blaster to their head if given the chance.
Bly could not find his blaster, but instead in the moment he made his decision he found himself tossed to the far wall. Pinned by nothing but will. It was then that Bly noticed he was not alone. A man sat beside the cot, holding out his hand and his knees with the other. A jedi, no doubt. Whether he could be called one of the lucky or unlucky ones was hard to say. The jedi did not look at him, but in the long seconds between them, Bly did not wish his gaze.
And then, the jedi slowly began unfolding himself. One leg fell, revealing Bly's blaster on his lap. His other leg dropped, the few gold ornaments in his hair caught the light briefly. He stood, a weathered yet towering man who was more ruins of old.
The man held Bly by his hands and in that moment Bly knew who he was. Despite never meeting him, he knew that once long ago he could turn any nightmare into a gentle dream. He knew he was a man for celebrations of life persevering. He knew this man only by stories and he could only see frozen death in his eyes.
"It's not your fault."
Bly tried to fight him, but before he could utter a single sound, Quinlan gripped his wrists tighter and repeated "It's not your fault."
All Bly could do was stare up at him, unable to find his will.
"Say it." He demanded.
Bly knew a losing battle when he saw one. And if her happy memories in quiet moments meant anything, Bly knew Quinlan was a very patient man. "It's not my fault."
"It's not your fault. Say it again." It was hardly a demand, but a plea. As his few remaining gold bands shined, so did the tears gathering in his eyes.
"It's not my fault."
"It's not your fault." Quinlan nodded and once again said, "Say it again."
"It's not my fault." With that, Bly fell into his tears. If it was not for Quinlan's hand, he would have collapsed to the floor. Heavy pounding sobs rattled his chest. He was pulled into Quinlan's chest, enveloped completely. For the first time in years, Bly could weep. And that he did. He wept and wept and wept. His knees wanted nothing more than to give up; his heart wanted nothing more than to stop beating. But Quinlan held him tight as he wept and wept and wept.
10 Headcannons About Commander Wolffe
In his heart, Wolffe is an academic. He loves to learn. His special expertise is myths and legends from around the galaxy and how they relate to the culture they belong to.
This started way back on Kamino. Offhandedly, one of Mandalorian trainers mentioned a myth about red skies predicting future bloodshed. They explained that on Mandalore, red skies at dawn were a warning sign severe storms. Wolffe was hooked from that moment and wanted to find the truth in every myth.
Wolffe's is the second youngest in his batch. It goes Fox, Ponds, Guarddog, Wolffe, and Cody. Guarddog never made it off Kamino.
Wolffe's favorite myth is the Legend of Glory, a highly controversial Mandalorian myth about a fox, a wolf, and a guard dog who all had their own ideas of what glory means. He used to tell his batch it all the time in the quiet of nights.
Wolffe stopped telling the Legend of Glory after Guarddog dies.
Cody and Wolffe are close but they fight a lot. Fox and Ponds had to physically pull them apart when they were young and imprison them with cuddles in order to keep them out of trouble.
Plo's first gift to Wolffe was an old book of Kel Dor myths left on his pillow. Wolffe copied the stories down then put the book back in Plo's possession as he did not feel he was the safest choice for such an artifact.
Wolffe's feelings about Plo are hard to capture in words for it is deep and ancient. Every legend about an unassuming boy who meets a kindly old man to become a hero reflects but not captures what they have.
Wolffe's cybernetic eye dies not always work and sticks occasionally. Plo has put more credits into it than the republic has.
In a kinder universe, Wolffe would have gone to university. He would have created a museum displaying retired clone armor and telling their history. He would have made sure that his history would be remembered and not . If he only had lived in a kinder universe.
Ever wondered about an au with Sith!Obi-Wan but not a Purgetrooper!Cody? I wrote the fic for you!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66823447
Not currently a series but if continued, it will explore the question "Why the Omelas use a child and not a soldier?"
10 Headcannons about Quinlan Vos
Quinlan used to have shirts that had sleeves. Then Aayla came along. It is a common sign of love for a Twilek to steal your long sleeves to use as lekkus warmers, even more common among siblings to annoy each other. She kept cutting them off. He had tried many tactics over the years to have sleeves, including making removable ones with buttons. She still kept stealing them, cutting off the buttons and eventually he gave up.
While many Jedi can learn Force Echoes, Quinlan is the usual go to teacher when initiatives and padawans show a natural talent for it. Developing this talent at a young age can be very dangerous, so he teaches them how to take care of themselves and ways to control it.
His teaching methods usually involves pranks. This helps students learn creatively how to execute a plan and get out of trouble. Thlome says he has nothing to do with this. Thlome is lying.
Shadows tend to train future shadows. The reason Aayla isn't one is because Quinlan lied and said she wouldn't make a good one.
To destress from missions, Quinlan has been on a quest to go to every night club on Coruscant once. He knows it's impossible but that's the fun of it. There's always somewhere new to explore.
As part of his training, Quinlan has a vast knowledge on ancient force interactive objects in order to make sure that when retrieving them from people determined to do harm, it is handled safely. This has the added benefit of being able to lock other people's datapads if he suspects them of about to handle objects incorrectly, requiring them to read an article about safety and then writing an essay. Obi wan has been locked out of his datapad several times for this reason.
Quinlan is an active meditator, meaning he cannot sit and meditate. Instead, he will do something with his hands and a different thing with the force.
Quinlan distanced himself from Aayla when she was knighted because shadows live difficult and dangerous lives, often leading many of them to live not for long. He didn't want to hurt Aayla if a mission went wrong.
Quinlan likes doing other people's hair but has a hard time letting others do the same.
Aayla hates it when Quinlan puts his hair up in two ponytails because he will call them his lekkus. He doesn't do it as often since Aayla has been knighted, but the possibility of him showing up is never zero percent.
It's still Cody Day for me so have a fic where Cody falls in love!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Who should I write a snippet of next for the #Ion's Happy Au?
Cody's First Day as Senator
Plo and Wolffe Keep a Promise
Quinlan and Aayla have Midnight Lunch
Where is the Coruscant Guard
(in the middle of getting a new laptop but will sketch this and the other one when it comes)
Since the sketch is taking a bit, have the snippet I was going to add
The first snow fall on the farm was in early winter. The former members of the Coruscant Guard have seen snow before, but they had each slowly forgotten what it truly felt like to be surrounded by the chilling air and the silent beauty. Mornings now they had the opportunity to sit by a window and be a part of that silence. No more rushing faster than the blood in their veins or hitting the pavement harder than their hearts in their chest. Snow days simply got to be.
In just a week of the first dusting, the Guards' Farm had gotten buried in an icy blanket. While it snowed on Coruscant, that cursed planet was climate controlled. Snow there was only for the upper levels while the lower levels got its dirty runoff. But here on their slice of this Pantoran moon, the snow was clean, thick, and theirs. It did not take long for all of the members of the houses on the farm to put on their boots, coats, and hats and make their way outside with wide smiles.
The Big House was no different, save that Stone took longer to convince to come out. He promised he would for holopics then head straight back inside to finish making bundles of soup ingredients, knowing well enough that the other houses would like a hot meal after playing in the snow all day. The only reason Fox wasn't the first one out of the Big House was because he was still struggling with learning how to use his crutches. He was only barely beaten by Thire, who was the first to see their former guards streaming out in brightly colored coats against the stark white. The trek to the middle of the grounds left them frozen and beaming.
Several of the others were attempting to build sculptures, but the closest any of them looking like anything was the one Desk and Tylo made that could very well be a leg of some insectoid creature made out of gummy candy. They claim it was supposed to be a pinup model, but getting everyone's eyes checked was a slow process that neither Fox or Thire were not in charge of. Some were throwing snowballs at each other, though it was nothing like aiming a blaster so many of them missed. And there were those who enjoyed being with their family, trying to catch every peal of laughter in their memories.
Stone finally came out, wearing his wings embroidered hat. It matched Thire's scarf and the cuffs of Fox's coat, each being a gift from one of their oldest survivors once they got on the farm. He pretended to be grumpy, but even he couldn't help but to smile when he saw Fox being so carefree with his joy. He was a little actually grumpy when Fox hugged him and his long wet curly hair brushed up against his neck. But he only was needed for holopics and then he could go back inside. Jazz-Box managed to catch a couple of them, all ended up being too blurry to mean anything though. It was on her 6th try that right as her camera snapped, Thire launched and latched himself onto Fox's back. Stone stumbled as Fox nearly fell but regained his posture, laughing as his spirit was made to do. Thire laughed too as he scrambled to keep his grip.
It was there that Stone resided to his fate. His arm was trapped between their bodies and the was no escape for him or Thire as Fox held his arms out and fell backwards into the snow. A litany of no-no-nono-nonono followed by the sound of three bodies hitting the snow in a soft thud. Thire's legs kicked out as Fox laid on top of him and all Stone wanted to do was watch.
In a couple of hours, Fox will be suffering from his joints and Stone would be underneath the heating blanket and Thire will be struggling to hold his hands still. In a couple of hours, their survivors will be taking care of injuries none of them deserve. In the morning, half of them will be sick.
But for now, they were happy. They lived. And they will get to live.