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- Commissioned Art by @moonmo0n
I have peaked. I did it bestie. Wifey took the pic ♥ To us, @saengak ♥ And our baby girl / wine daddy, Plo Koon ♥
#♝#plo koon#wine daddy plo#my wife#my husband#my everything#♥#wine plo#ρℓσ∂υ¢н#happy wife happy life#xD
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@saengak Gift cards from Plo Koon to wifey before they got married.
🤣🤣🤣
I heard this metaphor growing up, and in my case, it backfired supremely, because I went out into my neighbor's backyard where a rose bush was growing, and the one I tested had like 30 petals (it was yellow, but definitely a rose of some kind), and as a very logical lass, I came to the conclusion that you could have premarital sex AT LEAST ten times before your future husband would even notice something was up. Moral of the story? Test your metaphors on the weirdest and most neurodivergent child you know before writing your weird religious propaganda.
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[2] Sweetness || Plo Koon ft. Duchess (oc) and Ithia Paan
by scent.2002 || Meta || @scent2002
As I am insatiably disappointed over the fact that the Kel Dor in the Acolyte is not Plo Koon, I'm still quite thrilled that Kel Dors have once more made it to the screen via the lovely Ithia Paan.
That said, join me in my never ending thirst for Plo Koon and Plo welcoming Ithia to the family ♥.
#♝#dukeoftheblackstar#kel dor study#kel dor studies#plo koon#plo koon study#master jedi plo koon#jedi plo koon#kel dor plo koon#alien#star wars#ithia paan#the acolyte#duchess (oc)#duch#ρℓσ∂υ¢н
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ρℓσ кσσи αят:
[ New Series ] Plo Koon, A Kel Dor Study: I, Concept by me, art by @scent2002
Wine Daddy Plo: I, II,
Plo Expressions: I, II,
Plo & The Wolves: I,
PloDuch (oc) Art: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII,
Home by amorfista — a state of being, a state of mind, a state of feeling, a state with you.
¢αѕтιѕ ναкαяιαи αят:
Castis Vakarian, A Turian Study: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, Concept by me, art by @scent2002
Commissioned art by moonmo0n and, scent.2002 [ please do not repost ] Dividers and banners by saradika, dystopicjumpsuit, idontgetanysleep
Plo Koon x OC / Reader : Somewhere Only We Know
You kept your friendship with Plo and though your heart bleeds for him, as it beats only for him, you decide to yet again express your desire to act in spite and avenge your most favorite Kel Dor in the galaxy. Only to be reminded of something else. "Right Here" - Part II -> Depression strikes and you're at the medcenter.
Savage Opress x OC / Reader : Come Away With Me
Fic dedicated to a friend, @amorfista ♥ To endure is to be patient ; the unnerving circus of a concept that for him to be angry, for him to bestow upon you this carnal need of fury, he would first have to care about you.
[ρℓσ∂υ¢н] [ OCxPlo Koon Series] : єℓє¢тяι¢ ℓσνє
Fic dedicated to my Plo Koon bestie @saengak ♥ Chapter 1: The Invite <- <- <- Ziar Koon, Plo Koon's father, is hosting a celebratory gathering to commemorate the newly established hatchery as part of rebuilding Mother Dorin after a separatist attack a year ago. That said, Plo Koon is expected to be at the event and with you being the known closest to Plo, he is expected to have you by his hand during the ceremony.
ℓσνє, ι gυєѕѕ - ρℓσ кσσи χ σ¢/яєα∂єя [ w o r m ] | ρℓσ∂υ¢н
мσяиιиgѕ ωιтн ρℓσ кσσи - ρℓσ кσσи χ σ¢/яєα∂єя | ρℓσ∂υ¢н
αѕк!ρяσмρт: αℓтєяиαтινєѕ - ρℓσ кσσи χ тιмι∂!fєм!яєα∂єя
яєρєит ωιтн ∂σм!ρℓσ кσσи - αѕкρяσмρт - ∂σм!ρℓσ кσσи x яєα∂єя
ѕαтυяиιиє - ρℓσ кσσи χ fєм!яєα∂єя
#♝#masterlist#plo koon#savage opress#plo koon x reader#plo koon x oc#plo koon fic#savage opress x reader#ρℓσ∂υ¢н#dukeoftheblackstar#plo koon x you#plokoon#plo koon/reader#plokoon/reader#plokoonfic#plokoon/you#plo koon ficlet#plo koon/oc#savageopress#savage opress x you#Castis Vakarian#Garrus Vakarian#Turian Study#Turian#Turian Study art
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Not-so-hatchlings anymore ♥
- by IG: scent.2002 [ Please do not repost. Commissioned. ]
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
#♝#dukeoftheblackstar#plo koon#duchess#oc#ρℓσ∂υ¢н#plo koon x oc#oc duchess#oc duch#kel dor#jedi plo koon#kel dor babies#kel dor kids#plo koon baby#bebbies#bebbies!
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@justalittletomato ;/////////////; I have no proper words to thank you but I am incoherent and in tears because these are so cute and they're all my bebbis ;////////////////////////////////////;
Thank you, thank you, thank you ♥
Now excuse me while I picture five of this following Plo Koon around the temple like little ducklings ♥♥♥
ILSYM THANK YOU ♥
As suggested by @dukeoftheblackstar little kel dor
A little soft squishy squid 🦑
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Duchess Vai (oc)
by scent.2002 || Meta
My little baby girl and her not so little baby girl needs ♥. Casually shipping this to all the blorbos in my head.
I finally gotten around to really working on my oc and building her lore because, amazing beloveds be asking and checking in more than the attention I, myself, give Duch. Muahahaha!
I hope it's okay to tag y'alls since I barely talk about her. <: I just think she's really cute here.
@eyecandyeoz @majo-tsukiko @t3mpest98 @kimiheartblade
@the-bad-batch-baroness @mire-draws-things-spiceverse @mire-draws-things @vodika-vibes
@aza-trash-can @techs-stitches @biofreak659 @amorfista @zeenmrala
@stardustbee @keebeees @justalittletomato @sun-roach @storm89
@sinisterexaggerator @daddycephalopod @tearsofrevali @exosorcery @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows
@bobaprint @quiglettt @pickleprickle @sithfamily
I also miss you a lot, bestie >: @saengak
#♝#ρℓσ∂υ¢н#∂υ¢н#duchess vai#oc#duchess vai (oc)#my little pretty bitch wife ♥#plo koon#plo koon's little toxic bitch wife#idccccccc#art by scent
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The House of Koon
Plo Koon, Duchess (my oc), and Commander Wolffe
- by IG: scent.2002
[ 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 ♥
#♝#dukeoftheblackstar answers#♝-answers#plo koon#plo koon directory#plo koon resource#plo koon references#plo koon recommendations#ρℓσ∂υ¢н#duch recommends#masterlists#fics#fic#art#plo koon x reader#plo koon/reader#plo koon x oc#plo koon/oc#plo koon art#plokoon#plo koon fic
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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)
#♝#ρℓσ∂υ¢н#plo koon#plo koon x oc#plo koon x duchess#plo koon x duch#wine daddy plo#wine daddy plo koon
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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…?
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“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.”
NPT. @saengak @amorfista @eyecandyeoz @kimiheartblade @t3mpest98 @starrrgazingbunny @exosorcery @eloquentmoon @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows @daddycephalopod @quiglettt @mild-disorganization @reader6898 @matookahitaki @ghostperson69 @notthestarwar @sev-on-kamino @sofir-kefir @veny-many @daimyosprincess @pickleprickle @baufraus @bobaprint @storm89 @arcsimper5 @what-i-meant-to-say @keebeees @omaano
#♝#dukeoftheblackstar#plo koon#plo koon x reader#plo koon x you#plo koon fic#plokoon#plo koon/reader#plokoon/reader#plokoonfic#plokoon/you#ρℓσ∂υ¢н#plo koon ficlet#plo koon x oc#plo koon/oc#there's a very handsome hubby-material Kel Dor Jedi Master General in there bearing gifts if you look really hard ♥
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The House of Koon II by scent.2002 || Meta
Plo Koon, Duchess (my oc), and Commander Wolffe
#♝#dukeoftheblackstar#plo koon#duchess#oc#commander wolffe#wolffe#ρℓσ∂υ¢н#plo koon x oc#oc duchess#oc duch#star wars#the clone wars#tcw#tcw wolffe#jedi plo koon#jedi master plo koon
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@lemoneste bless that you made this (the audio) and bless the fic itself.
@saengak We talked about this!!! EXCUSE ME WHILE I CRY BECAUSE I WILL BABY PLO FOREVER ♥ e/////e
"Feed your Jedi". "Socialize your Jedi". "Don't forget to water them too."
Your nonhuman Jedi may be highly allergic to the air you breathe. Or to your rations. Or your dander.
Your nonhuman Jedi may need to breathe atmosphere poisonous to you, may need to consume nutrition corrosive to you, may need a quantity of solar radiation deadly to you.
The phrase "I am fine" has never had so many interpretations as when uttered by a Jedi.
@amorfista ;///////////; looooooook ;////////////////;
Adding to my last video post, I also did an experimental little thing using a clone trooper voice filter to do a podfic rendition of RainofLittleFishes’ “Jedi Maintenance (The Care and Feeding of Your Jedi) :)) pls check out the original fic it’s GREAT!!!
#i love this#all of this#the entire thing#i may be unhinged for plo with smutty context but like#my wips#all m wips#my discussions#so pure of love#kasjdlkadja#will tag this under ρℓσ∂υ¢н so i can find it easyyyyyyyyyy#ρℓσ∂υ¢н
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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 ;---;
#♝#dukeoftheblackstar#plo koon#duchess#oc#ρℓσ∂υ¢н#plo koon x oc#oc duchess#oc duch#kel dor#jedi plo koon#savage#savage opress#savage opress x amorfista
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Art by Ren. [please credit me or the artist if you want to repost/use. I don't mind :D]
May I present to you, the 104th Battalion, the Wolfpack, the fearsome fruits feature fearsome fruit daddy, Plo.
-> Plo Koon, Wolffe, Boost, Sinker, Wildfire, Comet, Warthog, Tracker
I have been on the munchies for strawberries lately, so I figured I'd turn all my beautiful baby boys into edible goodness. And because I have no self control, it started of with my OC, Duchess and viola! Them boys!
I am Mama Strawberry ♥.
Also, special thanks to @omaano for materializing 'my canon' look for Warthog ♥ I actually used your art as reference for this to have the artist draw them like you did HERE.
#♝#dukeoftheblackstar#Plo Koon#Wolffe#Boost#Sinker#Wildfire#Comet#Warthog#Tracker#Duchess#oc duchess#ploduch#ρℓσ∂υ¢н#104th battalion#wolfpack#tcw#clones#them bebbies#yes#all of them are there#we're making art for the forgotten boys of the 104th#look at them#delicious babies ♥
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by scent.2002
The galaxy needs more baby Kel Dors. Yep, another PloDuch foolishness.
#♝#dukeoftheblackstar#plo koon#duchess#oc#ρℓσ∂υ¢н#plo koon x oc#oc duchess#oc duch#kel dor#jedi plo koon#house of koon#meet the babies!#thank you !
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