#I did a thing to unwind because I'm stressed af.

[dukeoftheblackstar]

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.

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[trophyprincess]

My parents have stressed me to my breaking point. At the current moment, mostly my dad, as my mom is working on herself a LOT.

My mom had relapsed into abusive behavior towards me, like in childhood, due to my dad's presence having moved back in after losing his job. She is trying to work on it though.

My dad is a narcissist who never accepts responsibility, it's always someone else's fault, and is obsessed with shit from 20 years ago involving office politics and won't let it go. Oh and he's a bigot. Not even regular Republican type, like, weird fringe shit.

That stuff isn't really politics, imo. Past a point, it is a mere simulacram of politics, posing as such. But the real purpose is to give angry, externalizing white men, who feel they have lost something economically or of their status, someone to blame for their problems.

He was never misogynistic until he got into that shit. He says nasty misogynistic things about women in medicine to MY face. HIS DAUGHTER HE ENCOURAGED TO BECOME A NEUROSCIENTIST OR NEUROLOGIST LIKE HIM FROM A YOUNG ASS AGE, WHO TAUGHT ME ABOUT THE BRAIN AND STOKED MY SPECIAL NEURODIVERGENT INTEREST IN IT.

Anyway. Shit's bad. I walked away from my good paying steady marketing job to freelance as a consultant, which I deeply regret bc I'm struggling for money at the moment as I find bearings.

I am someone who clawed my way out of hell itself when it comes to mental health. I am a whole, self-actualizing person, things that once affected me no longer do.

But this stuff is frustrating and I'm experiencing some depression symptoms.

I am 34 and trying to manage a 68 year old manchild. I love him and we've always been INCREDIBLY close, but like, yeah. He needs to get his act together as a person right now.

IDEK how many cals this Beatbox has, I'll deal with it via extra workouts the next few days. Needed SOMETHING to unwind because jesus christ y'all would not BELIEVE my dysfunctional ass family, fr.

There is NO SUCH THING as a "metabolism day," and I overdid the FUCK out of it at my friend's place Saturday, and have since kept it under 200 with only TINY NUMBERS of brazil nuts or crackers, one at a time like very sporadically, which I should not because I'm a fat disgusting cowperson.

But I need this fucking Beatbox legit, y'all. Unlike my severe-alchie-in-denial father (my brother and I did an intervention in June, he's a dry drunk now and bitter af), I am capable of drinking in sensible quantities and frequencies.

Frankly, my need to be thin and feel good about my body VASTLY outpaces a desire to be drunk. Went down a bad road once with it, resolved never to again, and did not.

Also chewed and spit a bunch of shit earlier, then purged what little got down just to be safe. Not even typical for me nowadays but JESUS this shit is pushing me to the brink.

I am 34, stable, and self-assured. That speaks VOLUMES that even I am having a rough time with this.