#Dad Plo

[naboosands]

There’s only one thing I want from the Ahsoka show

[ahhlehlehlehleh]

me: I’m going to take it easy with art, not gonna rush myself, just do it as a relaxing thing.

friend: Happy May the 4rth! :DD

me: SHOOT SHOOT SHOT SHAAK F

[musewrangler]

Jedi Piett WIP

I'm sorry, but I have to share a snippet because this is SUCH a fun story to write! Can't fully publish yet as I want to finish another one first, but it's moving along!

“Look,” he said, struggling to his feet and coming over to the shorter boy. “I was a slave. Back on Tatooine.” Firmus’s already big eyes got bigger. “You mean with…with a chip?” he whispered.  Anakin appreciated someone who got the problem immediately. Who knew how the Rim worked. “Yeah. I mean, it’s Hutt territory and you know how they are.” Firmus bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. “Some. They had dealings around Axxila. But our biggest problem was the Black Sun.” He said the name as though he wanted to spit. Anakin had heard terrible stories about the smuggler cartel. “Were…were you a slave too then?” he asked. Firmus sighed and turned to lean his arms on the balustrade, resting his chin on them. Anakin stepped beside him and joined him. “Not exactly,” he replied at last, his emotions turbulent in the Force. “I was never chipped or anything. I had a collar but it wasn’t the lethal kind.” “So what happened then?” Anakin pushed, knowing somehow that the other boy needed to tell him. He was reasonably sure this was a prodding in the Force. He’d need to ask Obi-Wan later. A single tear tracked out of the corner of Firmus’s left eye as he stared sightlessly out over the vast city. “My…father sold me. My powers were a problem. But to some people they were worth a lot of credits, so…” Anakin took this in, something strange and sick feeling in his stomach. “Wait. You—-you knew you had powers?” “I knew something was weird about me,” Firmus replied grimly. “The…the men who bought me made me tap into my power by…” He closed his eyes, jaw working against his memories. Anakin waited.  “I had to kill,” Firmus said at last, giving Anakin a nervous glance, clearly fearing how he would react. “Kark,” he said with sympathy. “What um…?” “Animals,” Firmus said, voice so sad. “To save people. All for entertainment. I hated it. So you see—-I’m pretty messed up.” “Nope.” Firmus raised both eyebrows at the certainty in Anakin’s voice and half turned to look at him. But Anakin was certain. He’d been here long enough to know these Jedi masters. Okay, Windu was a hard ass, but Plo was great and obviously so was Obi-Wan and lots of others. Further, his master always encouraged him to watch a being’s physical reactions at the same time as their Force sense.  “One informs the other, Anakin. It’s important to note both when assessing a being’s character.” “Look,” he said, “Master Plo wouldn’t bring you here if he thought that. And I can feel that you…you were hurt. But you’re not dark or something. Kark, you’re not evil. Bad things happened to you. Same for me. My mom is still a slave back on Tatooine.”  His throat got tight as he said this, and he saw Firmus wince in sympathy. But he plowed on. “I want to save her. So I want to be a Jedi.” There was a long pause. The wind tugged at their hair and far below Anakin could hear the noises of Coruscant.  The words, when they came, were very soft. “So…you think I can be one too then?”  Firmus said it almost shyly, and shivered a little in the breeze.  “Of course. And I’ll need someone from the Rim to help me free slaves. Someone who gets it.” A full smile graced the Axxilan’s face then. “All right.” “Now come on. You’re too skinny to be out here this long. And I have another set of tunnels to show you before you sneak back to bed. Even Obi-Wan doesn’t know about them.” And the two boys slipped back inside the vent, the grate sliding into place with a light click.

[annoyinglyhardsong]

Corrie Week Day 5!

Hello! This is a buy one get one free deal and my way of making up for the fact that I didn't get anything written for Day 3. Day 5's prompt was "Fix-It" and when I heard that I had two different ideas pop into my head. The first was Fox getting dad Plo involved to help the Guard get out from under Palpatine's thumb. I had read a few different stories where Plo was involved this way, and this was my first introduction to Plo Koon as a character where I truly knew who he was. The other was Fox and Thorn deciding that they've had enough of trying to get nat-borns to help the Clones and that if anyone is going to get the Corries out of the situation they're in it's going to be themselves. Both fics are completely SFW. Tags have been updated on AO3. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome! Divider by @saradika-graphics. Hope you enjoy!

[xanadulys]

As far as I am concerned, this happened in at least a parallel universe.

👏 Clones 👏 are 👏 not 👏 expendable 👏

[veny-many]

If your children give you hands...

Don't hesitate to give it back.

yes, just really wanted to make little 'soka and Wolffe for Plo.

[denndrawings]

Dad Master Plo Koon and lil ‘Soka

[naboosands]

I only had one thought today and it’s Plo Koon in Mandalorian armour

A gift for @melting-houses-of-gold

[stars-n-spice]

Happy Father's Day!

To all the space daddies of the galaxy 🩵💫

Seriously, Star Wars can't keep getting away with this trope.

[musewrangler]

Little snippet of something I'm working on because I can't help myself and want to share. :D

Firmus had been trying to stop this power long before he’d been sold, Plo thought. Part of him hoped the father was still living. He wanted to make him weep with fear. But that would not help this little one in the moment. “You are not weak, Firmus,” Plo told him seriously. “Far from it. And I will say this as often as I need to—-you have nothing to prove. You do not have to earn your place with us. I have no intention of abandoning you somewhere.” That slim body stiffened in his arms. “But I…I might have that…explosion again. What if—-?” Plo wrapped both his arms around the boy, cuddling him close as he’d wanted to do from the moment he’d seen him in that Force damned cage. A contented noise issued from the child in response, and more tension bled away from him.  “You would not be the first Force user to blow something up—intentional or otherwise. Some do it for fun,” he added, thinking of Anakin Skywalker. “We all have to learn. And—I would like to do that for you. I would like to teach you about your power.” That thin face popped up eagerly, despite his weariness. “So I won’t hurt anyone! Yes please!” Plo sighed. So. Much. Damage. “Firmus, certainly a Jedi must use his power to protect most of all. To bring peace. Healing. But—while self control is indeed valuable, one must also be able to use the Force…violently if necessary. To defend.” There was a silence so long, Plo wondered if the boy had fallen asleep. Then—- “....I know.” It was whispered with shame and Plo realized that Firmus did know this very well and was afraid of it.  “Dear one,” he said, heart aching at the things this child had been forced to do. “I know you had to kill animals. But why did you do so?” Something warm and wet was soaking into his robes and Plo discovered that Firmus was weeping silently. “It’s all right,” he soothed. “Tears are natural. It is likely you will have them often for a while.” “Not…a baby,” Firmus hiccuped. “I just—” “I weep still. For many reasons.” This stopped the child’s desperate attempt to explain away his tears.

[sadiecoocoo]

Alpha-17 went personally to the 104th and met Plo Koon just so he could determine whether not he was okay with him being a father figure to Wolffe. Plo completely understood why he was there, despite being told that it was for an “inspection for the new 104th battalion,” he played along anyway. But he also made sure to be extra extra nice to Wolffe that day and kept on placing a hand in his shoulder and smiling at him. Seventeen was confused and a little scared because he thought that Jedi were supposed to be detached from people and not so openly loving.

In the end he determines that Plo is a good father figure as long as seventeen gets Wolffe on the weekends

[dukeoftheblackstar]

@amorfista we were talking about this some few days ago when the brothers and my Plo call got merged onto one chamber of brain ;////////;

Terribly want Savage to do a one-arm push up contest. Savage being a perfect angel listens and discusses proper form with chatty Plo who's all about lecturing and shit idfc what about.

Feral on Plo's back adding weight, Maul on Savage with his arms folded being the little shit boy who wants Savage to outdo Plo and Feral just being this precious baby soaking in wisdom from Plo.

Did I mention Savage and Plo gotta be shirtless? I need to commission a shirtless, ripped Plo for my absolute pleasure someday ♥

[131-vr]

2/2

Recap of Clone wars

[lifeofclonewars]

Plo: Don't worry Commander, I'll keep an eye out for you

Wolffe:

Wolffe: How long were you waiting to use that one?

Plo: It might be best if I don't tell you how long

[enigmatist17]

Plo Koon is the first Jetti to learn about the clone cuddle piles.

It's not too long after Malevolence, and the men who had survived with him were still a bit wary of being attacked at any moment. Wolffe in particular is avoiding most smaller craft, constantly placing himself as close to the door when he's on the bridge as humanly possible.

It breaks Plo's heart to see this, and one night he goes to check in on Wolffe on his off time. The officers quarters are empty, and Plo is confused but figures Wolffe might be down in the barracks.

The beds that should be spaced apart have had their mattresses stripped, all stacked in an organized pile in the furthest corner of the room, making it impossible to be snuck up on. Plo can see Wolffe near the middle of the pile of sleeping clones, Sinker being used to prop the sleeping officer up, while Boost is snoring away against Wolffe's side, his legs wrapped around the other as if anchoring him. Countless other 104th soldiers are sleeping or quietly chatting around the trio, and Plo is eventually noticed by a shiny who freezes, his gasp startling the others to attention.

"Rest easy little one, I'm just curious." Plo keeps his voice low, and the shiny slowly resumes his task of braiding another clones hair, dozens of hazel eyes watching the Jetti come closer to investigate. "Do you always rest this way?"

"When we can sir." One speaks up, a pilot Plo recognizes, looking a little embarrassed. "We can fix everything back the way it's supposed to be."

"Whatever for?" The master kneels down a few feet from the pile, able to feel a constant thrumming of peace and content from the men. "You are at peace like this."

"It helps, with everything." A splicer speaks up, the man half buried under a sleeping brother. "You can join us, if you'd like?"

Plo is surprised by the offer, and watches as various clones glance at each other in a language he does not understand.

"Perhaps another time, little one." Plo adjusts his position to take up his meditation pose. "I'll meditate for now."

The Force is singing with content when Plo opens himself up to it, and for the first time, he thinks of the men as his children, not just his soldiers.

[xanadulys]

Go, Plo, go!

Wollfe: General, you wanted to see me?

Plo: Ah, yes. Wolffe, please, sit down.

Plo: I am finally adopting.

Wolffe: Oh, that's nice-

Plo: It's the Wolfpack. And I'm starting with you. *slams adoption papers on the table*