#plo koon x duch

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by @amorfista

"Home"

— a state of being, a state of mind, a state of feeling, a state with you.

[Sappy stuff under cut because I have no self-control on overexplaining things.] [The Duch in me just wants to drown between his knees.]

I think the universe conspired that day when the comic by @exosorcery came out, I saw @veny-many do a Warthog segment on their post, I was obsessing over Kel Dor languge by @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows because I named the kid Plo with the egg 'Kiv' and wanted some 'tomatoe vibes for some reason, and my Plo Koon bestie @saengak is just being all over the place with me xDxDxD.

Then the support and overall love the 104th (not just Wolffe, because the rest of my boys are slept on) is getting and Kel Dor/Dorin & Plo Koon reblogs were just increasing and my dash was blossoming with so much of the 104th and Plo Koon.

And I've had this beautiful, beautiful, deep conversation with @amorfista about love and I went on about the concept of being someone's home and then there's this for context:

And then right when I told @amorfista I did the fic, they sent me the drawing at that same moment and I don't know how to explain it but it's just so wild! I didn't get why she asked for hair details but then when she sent this I was already crying over the fic and now I was just a hot mess (still am).

Somewhere Only We Know - Plo Koon x OC/Reader Fic

And then @idontgetanysleep made this fab mood board and dividers for our shared favorite song 'Electric Love' by BØRNS because you know, zappy zap zap Plo, and the water aesthetic just blew my mind!

So much encouragement in writing from @daimyosprincess @kimiheartblade @what-i-meant-to-say and the @space-whores being such fab people ♥

And you, @starrrgazingbunny for actually writing with me and keeping me company with angst, fluff, and for being the first one to deal with my unhinged bitch of an OC. ♥

So like, everything is just absolute Plo Koon love and I just wanna thank all of you collectively because you've made me so happy. I love y'all so much and sorry for this sappy post ♥

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And now date night! @saengak @amorfista @kimiheartblade !!! ♥

ρℓσ∂υ¢н by @moonmo0n ♥

-> Wine Daddy Date Night with Plo Koon (the series)

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ρℓσ∂υ¢н - Never a day of impasse.

In which Plo sometimes lives vicariously through the wife and vice versa — headcanons because I'm stressed.

Duch can't cook. Plo can't eat (as much). Plo cooks. Duch eats (pretty much anything — live, raw, inanimate object, venom, anything).

Plo's wisdom allows him to procure the right words to offer comfort, manage compromised situations and the likes but is always mindful of physical contact unless absolutely necessary. Duch isn't a talker and her acts of support is always touch; from friendly kisses, hugs, massages, holding hands, washing/bathing someone (baths are rituals), will brush/play with your hair, tug on your shirt, anything of touch.

Duch is not above punching someone in the face if they talk shit about the clones. Plo, sensing this ahead of time, will quietly turn his back at the scene, maybe indulge someone else in a conversation in pretense, and when when he gets called to report Duch's behavior, he will merely pretend it never happened. The clones will happily back Plo up and agree that "it" indeed not happen. Plo gives masked kisses to Duch's bruised knuckles (she bruises quick) and either (1) gives pointers where to punch next time or (2) lectures her how to punch because she doesn't know how.

As true slaves of knowledge, Plo loves to read. Duch also loves reading but is more auditory. Plo is Duch's instant audiobook, singular podcast host.

Plo loves music. Duch loves singing. The House of Koon is never short of tunes. They also share the same preferences of music — mostly. Plo is still coming to terms with modern pop.

Duch loves sharp things; from her life-sized scissors, her battle axes, and her beloved scalpels. But nothing is more satisfying than cutting things with talons. Plo is happy to cut shit up for Duch; paper shapes, thread for when she's practicing knitting and sewing because Mama Koon says it's a good skill to have, bags of popcorn and fruits (in half). This helps his talons not get dull (maybe).

Plo has force lightning / Electric Judgment both as a skill he had acquired/honed as a Jedi but is said to be akin to Kel Dors, specific to Baran Do Sages. Celestians are conductors. They absorb electricity, manage and channel it to something. Together, you have a power source (Plo) and a regulator (Duch); they can either charge an electronic device for you with the right amount of wattage or blow your shit up — there is no in between.

Plo love soft things. Duch has a lot of soft things. Duch loves leathery feels like hide. Plo has a lot of leathery feels like his hide (skn). You know where I'm going with this.

Plo must remain propriety at all times. Duch doesn't really give two shits and will ask, though with grace and meticulously selected words, straight up.

Plo: I'm very much pleased to see you celebrating your 2nd anniversary, Wolffe, Jali. Duch: Grandbebbies when? Plo: Ah, my apologies. What my beloved wife meant was that would you like to come over for dinner? Duch: And baby-make in the guest room? Plo: Yes.

Plo loves children. Duch also loves children. Azen is a promising child who happens to be Kel Dor. They spend a good amount of money to buy Azen gifts and anonymously leave it in places Azen will find.

Plo has also taken it upon himself to assist Azen in Kel Dor essentials such as mask adjustment, cleaning, and maintenance — eventually leading to talks and bonding time over everything not limited to Dorin, the Baran Do Sages, what life is like as a Kel Dor. Duch has also taken it upon herself to make excuses to keep Azen in the House of Koon longer by being motherly and spoiling Azen with pretty much everything because she knows Plo probably misses home too.

Plo enjoys a good bout. Duch enjoys shirtless men fighting. They watch training and sparring together from time to time. Not to mention cheering Azen like a stage mom.

Plo Koon would request to occasionally spar with Azen in which Duch would have absolutely no qualms in cheering for Azen.

Duch to Plo: I know you have to test his strength, but be gentle okay? Azen's my baby. Plo to Duch: I will try. Duch to Azen as he gets ready with his stance/form: KICK HIS ASS SON!!! DON'T HOLD BACK. BRING THAT OLD MAN TO THE GROUND. Plo to Duch: ... Duch to Plo: Oh, right — I LOVE YOU, BABY.

Duch loves naps. Plo needs naps. Naps happen a lot in the House of Koon. Please do not disturb.

Duch loves tea and little things; tiny figures, pebbles, little cybernetic eye attached to a certain Commander of the 104th Battalion who refuses to let her play with. Plo loves tea and loves his wife. Ergo, they own a lot of tea pets and enjoy tea ceremonies with tea pets. Tea pets are pretty common for Celestians (Duch's species) and Plo finds it adorable and fascinating. Their current teapets are wolves.

For context, tea pets.

Plo sometimes uses of the force to lift and fling really small items at random directions so Duch can play by shooting them with deftness. Duch is a marksman (Celestians are ranged fighters with a knack for blades too, but never fists since strength aren't their best suit). Sometimes Plo lets her use a blaster, often a very tiny crossbow made of wood and dull arrows that you can literally wield with just one hand.

@saengak @amorfista @kimiheartblade @t3mpest98 @exosorcery @starrrgazingbunny @quiglettt @bobaprint

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hello again! 🧡🧡 Once again I want to know more about Plo and Duchess 🧡🧡

8. Who tends to worry the most? 9. Who is more inclined to be jealous or possessive? 10. How do they resolve their arguments? 13. Who steals the blankets?

Ahhhhh!! Crystal ♥ You're making me melt ♥♥♥ @kimiheartblade I don't talk about my girl so much because I don't think many would be interested ><

8. Who tends to worry the most?

Plo worries the most because of a plethora of reasons:

Duch is obsessed with picking up pets that aren't really suitable for the humble abode that is the House of Koon. She has undying love for sharks, isopods, and tardigrades.

Mama Koon once sent a giant isopod intended to be eaten but Plo couldn't break her heart and delulu on thinking that Plo got her the giant isopod as a pet. She named it iso-Plo and Plo is not at all happy. She also adopted a tardigrade named T-Wolffe. Plo is also not at all happy because they are enclosed in a large aquarium over the master bedroom. Making love to that site is not at all exciting.

Plo worries that at some point, Duchess will get lost and won't be able to find her way home. She struggles with direction, let alone her lefts and rights.

Plo worries that at some point, wifey (WY) will not be able to resist the urge and pluck out Wolffe's eye carefully (she's tech savvy with cybernetics and droids) out and keep it all to herself.

Also worried taht she might accidentally kill somebody over how violent she can get when she's very much jealous.

During gestation wherein the eggs are out, he worried Duch would accidentally cook one for breakfast or actually eat one their babies. Yes, Celestians eat their young (this is Duch's childhood trauma).

9. Who is more inclined to be jealous or possessive?

Duchess. Without a doubt.

My girl is so unhinged about Plo, she knows every bit of move and angle. If Plo so ever twitch his cock in ways she has never felt/seen/noticed before, she's mega sus.

She doesn't mind Plo being affectionally given attention by anyone, be it touch or be complimented, even flirted as long as she doesn't sense it to be a threat.

She is also not above shipping her husband with anyone she trusts. But if she doesn't like you, touch him and you die.

Plo can be possessive in ways that imply his discomfort when Duch is getting a little too friendly or entertaining. This is very rare. But a subtle grab on her hip, a pull on her arm, him emerging from behind and slowly dipping his arm under hers and lifting to hold her by the neck, before turning to pry her away from the scene is him being gentle yet possessive.

A bitch, her plushie, and her favorite murder knife — scalpels ♥

10. How do they resolve their arguments?

Plo has to have the final say in all arguments because Duch trusts his wisdom over her own emotional turbulence. Plo rarely speaks when they argue but he's not one to coddle her when that happens. He presents facts and stays firm to what he believes is right, while also accommodating her points.

Duch is emotion-based. Anger is something she finds difficulty in handling, so she cries and bears her heart at the slightest hint of them in a proper argument, but she never utters any word to jab, curse, or disrespect him.

It usually ends with Duch saying "it's your fault!" and Plo agreeing, in spite it not being his fault. "Yes, my love, it is." The cycle will repeat for the next five more minutes until she has calmed down enough to let Plo hold her. And when the heat has dissipated, you best know Plo's gonna hit her with "But really, my baby. It was indeed your fault." And with proper coaxing in the form of food, kisses, and tight cuddles, Duch will reply with a 'Mmhm, your fault." And then they repeat this positive version of the cycle until they just end up all over each other silly fucking.

13. Who steals the blankets? <- Answered ♥

Duch. Mainly because she wants to be all cuddled up to Plo without the constraints of a blanket. She also gets hot easy.

Plo is very against this and would merely sigh unimpressed and would now need to manipulate the molecules surrounding the room to alter the temperature for his benefit, re-alterit for her benefit, and go through the motions of molecular-thermostat balancing act until sleep consumes him.

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For Plo duchess 😌😌: 11. Who is the most physically affectionate? 24. Have they dedicated songs to each other? 42.Thoughts on each other’s family? 65. Who loves kids more? (😈😈) 87. Do one of them sleep talk? If so, what do they say?

Thank you @kimiheartblade ♥ With you and @t3mpest98 working on your OC's, I'm getting the vibe and want to do the same ♥ I really enjoyed this! Thank you :) Now I see the appeal of prompts LOL

11. Who is the most physically affectionate?

Within the confines of privacy, Plo Koon is more physically affectionate since he needs to maintain a sense of propriety being a General and a Jedi Master. However with his age, he can be quite moody.

Duchess's species (Celestian) are akin to the concept of touch (I'll expound on this someday maybe), which is why I cannot have her as the most physically affectionate since she is physically affectionate by default, regardless of location and time.

24. Have they dedicated songs to each other?

Yes! And I love this question so much because it's music-related, so I'm sorry for the lengthy answer on this. Eep!

♥ I couldn't pick just one ♥

Righteous Brothers - Unchained Melody -> I'm also gonna link the wedding dance that I have allocated for them because it's more of head-touching since Plo needs to wear his mask all the time.

Mickey & Sylvia - Love Is Strange -> Sunday songs at the House of Koon while they be making panna cakes, all silly-lovey-dovey and share breakfast dates ♥.

BØRNS - Electric Love -> Context/HC: Plo can do Electric Judgment (lightning) while Duchess is a conduit. This means Plo, with the use of the force, can use/direct lightning while Duchess can just absorb or contain it. She cannot produce lightning unless she is near someone who can and then be able to use/direct it if need be.

Tessa Violet - Bad Ideas -> Since this is a pre-established friendship spanning from childhood, she's just madly smitten for Plo Koon but they can't.

Lana Del Rey - Once Upon A Dream -> All for Plo ♥

Taylor Swift - Enchanted -> Confession arc ♥

42.Thoughts on each other’s family?

Plo has met Duch's twin brother and they're quite casual. They're a little a like with being level-headed, calm, and curious sentients. Her twin brother is gay, by the way. Has major hots for Wolffe but keeps it on the down-low.

Duch is very close to Papa Ziar Koon (OC Father for Plo Koon) and the rest of his family because while Plo has spent more of his life detached from attachment (family ties including), being a childhood friend allows her to, in a way, bridge that gap.

Duch and Papa Ziar are unhinged over bearing the next Koon lineage. Mama Koon is Duch's inspiration on wanting to learn how to cook and be a good traditional wife because Duch has mommy-trauma issues (Celestian mothers eat female young as they prefer boys over girls).

Duch is also pretty chill with Plo's siblings.

The Koons do not know that PloDuch aren't officially married yet, let alone engaged. The House of Koon (Ziar's) just assumed at this point, they were.

65. Who loves kids more? (😈😈)

I'm dying to share you the AU me and @saengak have with the kids. ;/////////; I will write that maybe eventually.

They have a clutch of five kids and they're equally obsessed with their little ones.

Back when they were just eggs being incubated (since Duch cannot pouch like a Kel Dor), Plo would make it a point to constantly count the number of eggs in the nursery. This is primarily because he gets mini-heart attacks every morning when Duch makes omelet for breakfast. Gotta make sure she doesn't cook the bebbies and use chicken eggs.

Plo is obsessed with keeping the temperature optimal for the eggs because he and Duch has opposing temp preference. Celestians thrive in very cold environments while Kel Dors prefer warm climate.

As the kids get older and begin to craw and walk, Duch spoils them too much by not reprimanding them if they break things. She's too scared that the bebbies will despise her if she plays the strict role (due to childhood trauma). Plo has to step in and teach the little ones that 'clawing at momma' is not good behavior.

Plo would need to refrain from being overly affectionate with the babies when they visit the temple. He just goes, "Yes, yes, very cute, child. Carry on." But the moment no one's looking, he'll happily scoop them babies up in his arms and they'd all make the cutest babbling, giggling Kel Dor noises — Yes, Plo included because he out there cooing at his sons.

87. Do one of them sleep talk? If so, what do they say?

Duch sleep talks and Plo gets his fix of fun of writing them down in a little notebook. Sleep talk includes

murderous intent for anyone who dares 'touches' her husband

"not sharp enough" ; she has an affinity for all things sharp/weapons like blades, swords, daggers, and her favorite scalpels, scissors, and axes.

"snip snip" ; she has a thing for cutting

"more babies when"

babbling complaints as to why she's not allowed to pry Wolffe's cybernetic eye and suck on it like a jawbreaker

"Mm! Popcorn" <- This is a common one

'Plo' <- she gets happy Plo dreams when they cuddle before sleepy times ♥

Since Plo Koon sleeps with no mask on, his voice would not be loud enough to be heard, but she hears. She also can survive Dorin gas but requires to "hit" her tiny, portable rebreather of sorts to fill her lungs with Celestian air. She does this too even in oxygen-rich planets.

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I'm reading your prompts for plo and your oc and she sounds really fun! I don't get to see you do a lot of prompts, so here!

How do they spend time if the other is gone?

Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?

What do they do for Valentines Day?

What are their parenting styles?

Thank you! I'm actually enjoying these prompts tbh. And yeah, I don't usually do prompts because I rarely have much to give about. I only have Duch, Papa Ziar (my oc for Plo Koon's dad), and Commander Vitamin and the Pill Boys (clones). Appreciate this! ♥

1. How do they spend time if the other is gone?

Because of Plo's line of work with missions and Jedi duties, Duch would either be back in Dorin helping Papa Ziar with Kel Dor hatcheries/orphanage.

If she's in the same planet as Plo and he's out busy, she tends to their very danger-danger garden full of carnivorous plants like a giant Venus Fly-Trap that eats tiny critters, a discovered plant similar to sims' cowbell plant, and other screeching succulents native from Duchess' planet, Celestia.

When Duch is in Dorin and Plo has free time, he spends it wisely with meditating, reading, gardening, staring down iso-Plo and T-Wolffe (Duchess' giant isopod and tardigrade pet that makes Plo very uncomfortable).

2. Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?

Duch will have no shame in punching anyone who disrespects the clones, her husband, Kel Dors, or anyone really being an ass.

Note that she will cry after because these hands aren't meant for punching, they're made for stabby stab stabs.

She will also punch whoever Plo wants punched because Plo just can't be out there punching people for the slightest reason. A simple nod to his beloved wife before turning his back so he doesn't "see" Duch socking someone in the face with a very delighted smile.

3. What do they do for Valentines Day?

4. What are their parenting styles?

Plo is very much in charge of keeping the babies disciplined because Duch cannot bring herself to reprimand her kids due to personal, childhood trauma. She would just quietly tend to tiny, bebbi claws scratching at her or get all patched up while Plo scolds the boys.

Plo is also unsure whether to reprimand Duch about using wooden sticks to separate rough housing kel dor bebbbis so she doesn't get clawed at because it works.

Plo uses the force to pick and separate bebbies up.

Plo gets the boys in line with that "look". They scared of daddy but also loves daddy so much they follow him around.

Bebbies also follow Momma around.

Plo is protectiveof bebbies. Duch is too protective of the babies. She will fight fangs and claws for the bebbies.

Plo is very traditional.

Duch is very unconventional.

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6, 13, 31 for Duchess and Ploooo <3

@t3mpest98 thank you!!! I appreciate the questions :D !!!

6. Who cleans the most? Contrary to that, who is the messiest?

Duchess is a neat-freak to a point that she finds actual soil 'filthy'. She cleans a lot. Everything needs to be organized but can be messy as long as the floor stays clean.

Plo is also very organized but wouldn't mind an occasional mess.

Duchess cleans the most because she doesn't want Plo doing any work when he's not 'working'.

13. Who steals the blankets?

Duch. Mainly because she wants to be all cuddled up to Plo without the constraints of a blanket. She also gets hot easy.

Plo is very against this and would merely sigh unimpressed and would now need to manipulate the molecules surrounding the room to alter the temperature for his benefit, re-alterit for her benefit, and go through the motions of molecular-thermostat balancing act until sleep consumes him.

31. Who is the big spoon and why?

Big spoon is Duch.

She's smaller, yes. But she insists and demands she be big spoon. Makes her feel tall.

Plo has no qualms because soft tits on his face is a much needed respite in this tumultuous times.

Plo also likes the feel of her smooth thighs wrapped around his chest.

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Not-so-hatchlings anymore ♥

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This has been a on-going project of mine since the whole baby fever with @saengak and @amorfista over PloDuch's clutch and viola! They've hatched and grown a little since!

Look at the little bebbies!

Sorry for the tag if not interested >_<. I am overly excited.

@sun-roach @kimiheartblade @t3mpest98 @eloquentmoon @quiglettt @eyecandyeoz @pickleprickle @sinisterexaggerator @stardustbee @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows @storm89 @omaano @daimyosprincess @exosorcery @justalittletomato @bobaprint @notthestarwar@veny-many @daddycephalopod @baufraus @battlekilt @sithfamily @maul-antics @ghostperson69 @sofir-kefir @clone-anon-after-dark @idontgetanysleep @wolffegirlsunite @matookahitaki @the-chains-are-the-easy-part @stardustbee @starrylothcat @freesia-writes @deejadabbles @that-salmonberry-punk

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The House of Koon

Plo Koon, Duchess (my oc), and Commander Wolffe

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[ Please do not repost. Commissioned. ]

I got her done, you guys!

@amorfista @saengak @starrrgazingbunny @kimiheartblade @t3mpest98 @sithfamily @exosorcery @eyecandyeoz @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows @reader6898 @eloquentmoon @stardustbee @quigonpositivity @what-i-meant-to-say @sofir-kefir

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got any plo koon fic recs? looking for some new stuff that's good. one shots and long fics welcome! I'll take anything i can get

Shamelessly promoting my own:

Dom!Plo ask by yours truly, submitted by the lovely @mild-disorganization

Some tired dad!Plo headcanons maybe?

And for some that I have read and adored:

Plo Koon Masterlist by @my-head-is-an-animal (Mixed)

Thigh Kink with Plo by @saradika (NSFW)

Not a fic, but hella spice by @saradika (SFW & NSFW)

Friendship - Plo Koon & Wolffe by @wild-karrde (SFW)

PloKit Art (their entire blog) by @uiro-mgmg1 (NSFW - mostly art)

SFW & NSFW Alphabets for Plo by @samspenandsword

My favorite ♥:

Sovereign (PloKit, idk if you're into it, but I am) by @tits-fisto (NSFW but very wholesome)

The Tiniest Councilor by Quiet_Shadow (SFW)

Name and Soul by @decepticonsensual (SFW)

Haven't read but is on queue when I have the mood and will power to actually read and not thirst for our Kel Dor Emperor ♥

of claws and tusks by my bestiecakes ♥ @saengak <- Apparently, it's hella angsty and I reserve the angst for weekend when I'm not out here thirsting for this King.

in deditionem by my bestiecakes ♥ @saengak <- I've seen them write ♥, it makes me squeeeeeeee ♥

Helium by @cynderiaopus who also made my current bomb AF pfp of Plo steepling ♥

Other materials and interesting read:

@exosorcery has very interesting comics and posts about Kel Dors in general. Here's one specific of Plo Koon:

A few faves from them:

@veny-many for their AUs and Plo Koon & Wolfpack Art (also includes others) <- Presenting you the bebbis ♥

My faves:

The entire post AU 66 where Plo lives is a quintessential to any post AU 66 imho because I'm heavily invested in this and I'm about to cry because I need to organize my bookmarks (and update this) so I can give you the proper start to fin link.

I'd post more from @veny-many and @exosorcery, but if you spend a good 10 minutes scrolling, you'll be there forever. Quality art content!

You may also want to check World building and ConLang Kel Dor study, apart from their OC x Plo Koon art. Big thanks for this neat document by @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows

[[ @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows I hope it's okay to share. If not, I can take it down ♥ ]]

So far just these at the top of my head. Thank you for the Plo-related ask :D! I enjoyed sifting through my bookmarks ♥

Don't forget to give love and reblog, comment, follow these amazing people who do so much for the Plo Koon, Dorin, Kel Dor tags ♥

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by scent.2002 || Meta

And because I genuinely have no self control or shame what so ever, some fanservice for my the ever sweetness, @amorfista ♥

Context: This is from that post-bath, towel stealing mischief by the girls. Savage and Plo aren't really mad at each other, but they can be really competitive... to a point. BHAHAHHAAHHA.

I love you! I miss you. Thank you for always spoiling me with unprompted PloDuch art ;---;

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The House of Koon II by scent.2002 || Meta

Plo Koon, Duchess (my oc), and Commander Wolffe

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by scent.2002

The galaxy needs more baby Kel Dors. Yep, another PloDuch foolishness.

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Hugs for Hubby ♥. #ρℓσ∂υ¢н

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@kimiheartblade You made this for me on 10/12/2023 over at discord DM and when I freaked out, I meant it. I took it to heart, bookmarked it, and had something made for PloDuch way back in early November.

I don't talk about them a lot in public apart from fawning over them with @saengak and @amorfista.

And it warmed my heart so much that you acknowledge she exists along with Jali and Wolffe that I figured it would only be right to share this headcanon of your OC's babies playing with MY OC's babies — well, eggs.

That said... May I present you, your beautifully sticker-painted version of the Koon litter ♥.

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Plo's and Duchess' clutch after playtime with Jali and Wolffe's pack. Stickers courtesy and markings courtesy of the very crafty Talu, Mesha,Lyra, Krin, Benu, and now a future family heirloom (red blanket) between the Koons and Jali/Wolffe ♥

Thank you for being one of my very first friends when I returned here on Tumblr who welcomed me in the Star Wars fandom like I belonged here for ages. And thank you for being patient when I just disappear because jfc, am I horrible at responding — bestie, I know. ILY!

I never forgot these eggs, babe. ♥

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"Right Here"

Summary: It’s ‘one of those days’ when the things are just too much. Sometimes all you need is an old man and their old man-foolishness. - Depression strikes and you're at the medcenter.

Pairing: Plo Koon x Duchess/Duch (oc/reader), Plo Koon x Reader

Word Count: 4.2 K

Rating/Theme: Angst, comfort, tw-suicide, gaslighting, innuendos, tw-depression, pre-established relations, flirting, slight choking, barely smutty

Notes:

“Right Here”— Second installment of Somewhere Only We Know

The song Plo sings for oc/reader are official lyrics from from @mimimirage / @eloquentmoon's "Planet Pink" [ permission to use granted via discord DM ]

1st pic = art by my very best friend and sister at heart, @amorfista [ please do not repost ]

2nd pic = commissioned art from a local artist [ personally owned / please do not repost ]

Color thingies because I'm deranged to not use them: Orange: Plo Koon Pink: You/OC/Reader Blue: Internal thoughts Purple: Self-Inserts

Perfect divider by @idontgetanysleep with itty, bitty, cutie-patootie Plo Koon face ♥

You do so much day in day out that it has become a wonder if you exist only to appease the fury and bitterness that resides in the damned. A conundrum of a cycle wherein you have no qualms in allowing anyone of your borrowed time and yet it seems to be quite burdensome to rob others of theirs, regardless of how deep you have plunged into the great seas of woe. A quandary that leaves you doubtful if you even deserve to feel such sadness and allow it to consume you when you should be keeping your heart empty to nurse and rid others of the vicissitudes of fate. An enigma that though should have enticed you to unravel and explore, leaves you abandoned not with want, need, or wanton desires, but abandoned as the word itself defined — left alone and all its synonymous narrative; forgotten, maybe.

But it’s not that bad, right? You get to live, meet people, experience things old and new — and besides, someone out there has it far worse than you. You should be grateful. 

And so you become just that; "Grateful” — in every sense of the word.

You stopped ‘complaining’ because someone else has it far worse than you; stopped trying to ‘talk about it’ because you’re afraid to tell them that even after all the unprompted and unsolicited advice, you remain buried six-feet under the vicious weight of thoughts so intrusive you couldn’t bring yourself to cry it out of your system anymore —in hopes that it depletes you enough to fall asleep. 

That you stopped trying to ‘deal with it’ because it has come to the point that trepidation has now been rooted so deep within the confines of your soul, it hinders you to function. To have fear of having to be seen in such a pathetic, weakened state that even the most mundane tasks remain undone. That the mere fact that you haven’t showered or bathed in days because you were so afraid that if you’re not careful enough, you’d slip and die without having to tell someone how much they mean to you. 

That if you perish, as you begin to feel so deserving of such fate, you would leave them with the same conundrum. That, they, too, would have to suffer these intrusive thoughts because no one came; because they, too, were abandoned as the word itself defined — left alone and all its synonymous narrative; forgotten.

So yet again, you sit not with your knees enclosing your chest in an embrace like in the holovids — rather you’ve taken shelter under the dining table because it felt ‘safe’ there knowing that escape is but a kitchen knife away. Yet again you do not stand before the mirror contemplating on smashing it with your head or your fist, because you couldn’t bear the thought of having someone clean up the mess you’ve made. Yet again you do not frantically tap your fingers on the floor in fear that the neighbors might hear and complain and as such, you will all that you could muster to silence even the slightest of whimpers because you know someone would come and would have to sit through your ‘dramatics’.

And so yes, here you are in all the glory of one being ‘grateful’. 

Here you are under the table of your lavish living room with today’s breakfast at midnight, a pile of unwashed dishes, laundry on the ground, and your commlink buzzing incessantly that seems to stab your fingertips with each attempt of a response. So you just read them, the messages — the funny ones, the sad ones, the work-related ones, the ‘are-you-okay?’ ones, and the ones from your beloved friend and confidant who had constantly dropped by and threatened to break the door down, forcing you to reply ‘I’m not home, I’ll message you the soonest’.

But you are, as we have established. 

You pray to gods your people serve, even to ones you don’t and know not of; eyes closed with fingers knotted over your chest so tight that you could feel the in-between dips of your knuckles burrow further as if ready to break if not bruise. Your lips shake begging through a plethora of ‘please don’t’, ‘go away’, and ‘not today, please’, hoping that this does not turn into some heroic stride of having you swept off your feet and be given the ‘much needed’ respite and attention because today is simply not the day — as it was yesterday and the day before, and the day before the day before yesterday. 

You’ve gone this far, do you honestly wish to disappoint those who believe in you? Do you feel it wise to make them feel bad because their words of comfort and support failed? Do you feel they are deserving of your failure because you could not find it within you to handle even the simplest of things?

Exactly. They deserve better than that. And after all, someone out there has it far worse than you.

Right…?

***

“Is it the gown that’s throwing you off? Cause I can’t cut it up and make it look sexy and we can rolepla—”

You couldn’t even finish because he’s stared you down with such oppressive silence all you could think of was apologize for something you don’t even know you’ve done but whatever it is, it must have been as heinous as to exist in the same timeline as him.

“What?”

“...”

You knew exactly what — he no longer wants you around. He no longer wants to deal with your obstinacy and how you constantly pry him from more pressing matters over something so trivial, so dramatic, so unnecessary.

“Ugh, don’t tell me you’re gonna be baby about this, Plo.”

“...”

It’s exactly that. He’s supposed to be somewhere; a meeting maybe? A mission? Maybe he’s tired. Tired of you.

“Look. I’m okay. I just… I just have really nosey neighbors, okay? I’m fine. Please.”

“...”

“I’m really, really, really, okay. I promise you.”

“...”

I’m okay, baby. I am. I am now.

“Well?…. Say something.”

“...”

He’s upset, no — he’s angry. He’s… He’s…

And just as you have occasionally been exposed to the oppressive nature of his silence, you turn to him as if matching your assumptious claim of him plagued with seething abhorrence over having to ‘take care of you’ again. Your brows meet in brewing animosity, glaring vehemently at Plo — ironically in contrast to the relaxed creases of your Kel Dor Jedi.

“If you have somewhere to be, just leave. I don’t know why you’re here if you’re just gonna be like that.” You couldn’t pocket an obvious sniffle and so you opted to turn your head away towards the unsuspecting bouquet of flowers of pinks, whites, and yellow chrysanthemums. It did you no better as ragged breath fell past lips that quivered and silver-hazed eyes that threatened to become even more fuddled with tears.

“I get it, okay? They shouldn’t have called even if it was an emergen—.” 

They really shouldn’t have. I’m sorry if they had to call you. I promise I’ll try harder. I’ll be more grateful for what I have. I swear. I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.

“But they did.” Came Plo Koon’s abrupt response, devoid of any obviously implied emotion — neither from the tone of his voice or the subtle shift in his masked visage. 

You knew better than to argue. After all, you were no stranger to how ornery he can be, that even his fallen master found him stubborn and difficult — for all the good reasons, that is.

“Sorry.” Was all you could say. 

For having known Plo for centuries, you would have thought that you’d get used to the power he held over you. That even mere words carry so much weight that he could say ‘love’ and wound you so deep to this very day, that him mirroring your candor with so much nectarous affection in the form of endearments ‘little love’ or ‘my darling’ disillusions you from the illusion itself. 

That just by the mere sound of his voice, that unspoken timbre reserved only for your ears and your ears alone, would have you whisked into the grandeur of a fool’s paradise. A quixotic ideal where war can go fuck itself just as Plo can go fuck himself too, but through means of using every inch of your existence leaving nothing to waste. That just by the mere serendipitous touch of his talon-clad fingers paired with his poorly crafted apology for inadvertently wrapping around your neck so deliciously tight, he could easily bring to your knees to do no more than worship him as you would a god to atone for the sins of subjecting those around you in yet another depressive episode.

It gave you a sense of grounding at the very least; a laughable means of coping you’ve developed over time. One that would put his mind at ease to know that in spite of the decline of mirth within your soul, you still had some reserve to keep yourself from the point of no return — even if it meant you were doing it for others, not so much yourself. 

You turn to face the still-standing Kel Dor whose hands remained tucked behind. Expressionless was better than him pacing frantically and mouthing off a full-on lecture. Though part of you expected to use this to his advantage; to go over how your last visit went and the lingering feeling of having professed indirectly required confrontation — then again, it wasn’t exactly the first time the two of you indulged in a very elusive discourse about matters of the heart. But at least you got to say it again, right? I mean not hearing it back is nothing new.

You hear him sigh, whether it was relief or frustration it hardly mattered. He was gonna chew you off you and you knew it. He’s probably at his wit’s end having to come to your rescue for what, the third time now in a month? You’ve already quit bounty hunting because Plo pulled the ‘I would rather you indulge my father in managing the hatchery in Dorin’ card. I mean who wouldn’t? You get to spend time with Dorin’s most charming Kel Dor, who has been quite-like a father to you with little knowledge that he’s about to become your father-in-law if Plo would just stop being a Jedi Master for a hot minute. That, and the fact that you get to help Dorin rebuild their population through the hatchery — not your more preferred method of helping since you’re pretty set on the fact that Plo is quite virile. 

Even wishful thinking of him has deterred you from your further decline even for the fleeting moment of his visit. As for how long it’ll last, the daunting possibility of how grave the next ‘episode’ would be, looms about.

“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” It was more of a statement than an inquiry. You knew he was upset just from the fact that he hadn't approached you yet or had spoken much. Not many knew how chatty Plo Koon can be or how mischievous or playful he truly is behind the ever well-behaved aristocratic demeanor. You lowered your as your teeth sank to the bottom of your lip apologetically as you continued. “I understand if you are. I’d be mad at me too.”

“Good. Then we can move forward.” Plo Koon replies, true to his no-attachment Jedi teachings that infuriated you more than anything. And he knew; he knew how to drive you so far up the wall, you sometimes wish he just would — drive you up the wall and impale you on some 13-inch goodness of Kel Dor dic— “Oof!” 

“Plo, what the fu—.!”

Plo Koon had very uncharacteristically whacked you with a miniature version of himself in the form of a plushie. Yes, your beloved three-hundred and eighty-four year-old Kel Dor childhood friend who makes you feel things that the Order would frown upon, has brought you the greatest gift that he could and could not give — himself.

“Oh, you are clever. Clever, clever, clever.” 

And just like that, he had completely flipped your mood in ways you had not anticipated. The ever-wise, patient, kind, and doting Jedi Master had struck again. He didn’t need to say anything to convey his unwavering presence in your life and how he’d continue to be there in ways you’d need him; be it an amicable  sense of support and an ear to ramble onto or the carnal sense of allowing you to peruse his entire existence in smutty stories in your head as long as they’d keep you occupied to leave no room for thoughts that he believed shouldn’t be there. He knew — knew you like the back of his own hand. 

“Though I must say I did not have the heart to have that made anatomically correct.”

With a dramatic and proud pause, Plo makes his way to sit beside you, pushing you quite forcefully to give him room on the bed. Leaning to rest his back against the same pile of fluffed pillows as his arm wandered around your waist, he made himself further comfortable by crossing his boots beside yours at the edge. A subtle clear of the throat had you leaning your temple onto his shoulder, chuckling amused as he continued his seemingly required narrative.

“I’m sure you’re quite aware of how it would be highly inappropriate to make it so.”

He made a gesture to measure the length of the Plo-plushie’s leg, extending quite a leap past it as if you didn’t know how impeccably well-endowed he is that you need a visual. “Then again, I get the feeling this little one will be subjected to being defiled in the most… intimate of ways with or without… a certain appendage.”

“Plo, you prude, old man. Just say it. Say ‘cock’. Say ‘cock’ right now and I swear on all things encompassing our centuries-old friendship I will cease all attempts of killing myself.”

Plo had never seen such sternness and determination in your eyes that you actually had him caught off-guard for once. Torn between addressing your suicidal thoughts and the fact that the proposed resolution is so ludicrous that he was actually considering it knowing how you operate. You’ve had this chase of making him purposely say filth as it gives you delight beyond comprehension to have the dignified and highly revered Jedi Master General succumb to such sinful treats. Not that he was above such things, but they weren’t exactly preferred in his vocabulary. 

“These… thoughts, my dear. Are they frequent?” It was enough to melt your heart among all the things Plo Koon. You’ve loved him for so long you’d let him stab you in the gut for fun — not that he’d do it, of course. Genuine concern etched over the creases of his face and the tenderness of his free hand caressing the back of yours that held the adorable toy. “Has something happe—.”

“Plo, I swear. Just say co—”

“Duche—”

“Plo.”

“Duch.”

“Just say—”

“Little love, please let’s tal—”

“Ep! Ep! Ep! We don’t say things like that in public.”

“Yes, we surely do not say things like that in public.”

The impasse called for silence. Lucky you, you had a little Plo-plushie to play with. You folded the plushie’s arms to cross over his chest, holding it down with one hand while the other pressed down over its forehead making it look disgruntled. “There we go. Now there’s two of you.”

“Indeed.” Plo Koon replies, taking the hint of your uneasiness and unwillingness to divulge the woes of your existence just yet. “Though I do not as such, little love.” He adds, reaching to adjust the split-legged plushie, into a more self-respecting fashion.

“You do not sit like that!” You replied incredulously. “Not with your —”

“But I do, my sweet. I do not, as you young ones call ‘mansplain’ in spite of being well endowed with a very large cock…—alorum behavior, which by the way is very much unlike me. I am but a humble Jedi with humble needs.”

The excitement in your eyes bloomed with laughter, shaking your head with a well-deserved slow-clap offered to the improper-elusive Kel Dor Jedi Master. He joins in the chorus of your blissful giggle with a hearty rumble of his own and a playfully pompous nod of acknowledgement of yet again another triumph. 

“By the stars, I love you.” You sigh, dreamily as you feel the light creep through the darkened veins of your soul — truly a Jedi’s work at play. “I just… I love you. I love you so much I can’t.. I can’t….”

But as quick as the light bore once more into the shadowy depths of depression, you began fanning yourself in an attempt to suppress an outpour. Your eyes welled up and you began gasping for air as you tried your very best to stifle the whimper than turned to disheartened groans of pain, until you had begun to cry so profusely, your body shook in a mix of incoherent emotions.

You mumbled in between tearful pleas of asking Plo to make “it” stop, to do something because it wasn’t what you wanted right now. You threw in painful lines in jest, innuendos and petty attempt to restart the banter, self-deprecating jokes and nostalgic references etched like core memories between the two of you in your younger years— the last thing you wanted was for your time with Plo to end on a bitter note knowing he’d have to leave soon. 

He held you tighter than what your knitted frames would allow, a little more and he’d have crushed you and as much  you knew within yourself you wanted nothing more than to be turned to dust by a certain Kel Dor’s embrace, your tears seem to be the undisputed victor. 

You felt the weight of his head over your crown, the scent of him filling your senses as you head your drenched face onto the side of his neck while your arms latched onto the toy, squeezing it in your own embrace. You wanted it so badly to be him, but you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to bestow him guilt of being limited in the gesture as to comply with the teachings of the Order. You wouldn’t dare put him in that predicament. And so you held the toy version of him imperviously close to you as if suffocating the poor little thing.

And then it happened. 

“I know it baby, i’ll be a star And then you’ll be all mine And they won’t be able to take you from me”

You have been a fan of Mimi Mirage for as long as you can remember. The day you saw a poster of her at a record shop, you were so drawn that you purchased all four of her albums and had it on repeat that at some point, you were sure Plo Koon fancied a song or two from one of the most played albums when he’d come over. He’d also taken upon this interest of yours to spoil you Mimi Mirage merch, using his connections to procure signed copies. Plo had also made it a point to frame them because it’ll wear less if unexposed — all for your benefit, of course.

“I’m gonna make this planet pink I don’t care what they think I’m gonna make this planet pink”

You started to laugh in between a now fully-developed hiccup from all the crying and hyperventilating. You sniffled, whimpered, giggled, and even sorted a little at how off-key and weird it sounded being sung by your beloved Kel Dor friend. He continued, straining to get the key right and endure the missing words with hums and guesses that had you laughing as your face remained nuzzled on the side of his neck.

“You’ll be mine”

He mouthed the words slower over the specified lyric, the spurs of his clawed hand drawing idle patterns over the small of your back while the other purchased your cheek with a thumb strumming sweetly over the corner of your lip. 

“I’ll take the risk”

You turned to receive a rather affectionate gaze, his thumb in a continuous stroke over the fullness of your lips from corner to corner. The weight of him heavy over your own forehead; turning, tossing, seeking that perfect angle for you to feel the contrast of the cold, stannic mask and warmth of the little exposed skin on his face. You could feel the protective lenses over his eyes push against the bone of your brow until he found that perfect spot to nest half of his face onto half of yours. 

Your lips curve into a smile, then parted to utter more serene titter as you hear that luxuriously rare, short, single-syllabled chuckle of his that made you just wanna bear ninety-nine of his babies. But unfortunately, this little space-face-press shenanigans would pardon him from depriving her auditory needs to hear more of Mimi Mirage’s Planet Pink butchered by an esteemed member of the council, General of the 104th Battalion, and Jedi Master of great tenure and importance.

“Sing, old man.”

You whined with a pout — to which you then blushed from Plo Koon’s response of pushing the tip of his thumb between your parted mouth to shut you up. After all, you asked him to sing and you best listen. With a sigh of defeat and amusement in one, he dipped his thumb further enough to feel an earnest tongue brush onto the pad of his digit. 

You hear an evenly rare grunt that had you bite your lip as if to savor the fleeting touch that descended excruciatingly slow down your chin and delicately along the column of your throat.

Flustered beyond recognition, you feel the heat pool between your legs as his tone takes a chasmic turn. Spurs slithered along the expanse of your neck until he had collared his hold around you with a verily gentle and mindful squeeze. The gesture merited an sultry groan of approval and encouragement, accompanied by an elevated hissing sound from your smaller frame.

“Must I say the words, little love?”

You were too intoxicated to respond that all you could was a well-surrendered hum. 

“I….” 

In spite of the nearly losing all inhibition with the faintest of force applied over your neck, you draw your sight back as if to peer through the decorative holes of his protective eye-wear and gaze upon the windows of his soul. Your heart quickened further, anticipation built on the very hill you’ve silently swore to die on for this make or break turn of events. 

Has the day come for him to finally say it? 

You whispered the very words you’ve often given him, the endless ‘I love you’s’ that were often replied with “I knows” and “thank yous”. Days when you’d want to wring his neck or stuff him inside your pocket and whisk him away from the Order — days unlike today where he knew exactly what to say to make it all better. To make all the pain go away and allow herself to redemption to start anew. Today, he said the words… to Mimi Mirage’s Pink Planet in the perfect key and timing.

“I wanna be your dream girl I’m gonna be your dream girl”

Plo distangles himself from you, his hand cupping his antiox mask with a hearty laugh before rubbing his temples and taking a seat on the couch beside the bed. 

Nothing in this world would have made you feel better and would have rid you of the storm that brewed in your apartment for weeks than to hear your favorite three-hundred and eighty-four year-old Kel Dor Jedi utter the words “I wanna be your dream girl, I’m gonna be your dream girl.”

The room was soon an echo of you laughing so hard you wept a little. Then complained that your cheeks stung and that your stomach felt knotted from having to crease up. You’ve also boldly asked him to sing more of it — of which he politely declined, responding of talks of copyright and apprehension in jest.

As you simmer down and the minutes turn to hours of light conversation, you sigh and ready yourself for a nap. It had been such an exhausting week and with sleep finally blessing her with attendance, she turned to his side and momentarily watched him in his meditative state. With a yawn and a kiss to the little one (Plo-plushie), your eyes grow heavy.

Part of you wanted to wake him up and confess what it was that had gotten you down this rabbit hole of misery, paranoia, anxiety, and immense sadness, but you weren’t his burden to  bear. You weren’t anyone’s burden to bear. 

Your eyes finally submit, once more enveloped in darkness as your voice fades to a whisper. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you. I just don’t know where home is anymore, Plo. I don’t know where you are in my life anymore either. But you don’t have to know that…” 

Unbeknownst to you, Plo knew exactly what the answer was. 

And just as you have drifted to the land of dreams, his hand hovers over yours, light enough to touch but never wake you. 

“Right here.” He says.

“Right here.”

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