#curuscating

[spacelesbiandisasterii]

I kinda want to write a fanfic about Rafa and Trace Martez trying to survive alone on Curuscant underworld prior to the event of season 7...

Like, how did Rafa got the money to make her Laundry shop? How Trace started to build the Silver Angel? What scams did they (probably mostly Rafa) got into before Ahsoka crash over their lives??

[spacelesbiandisaster]

I need to decide this for a fic I'm currently working on, please help 😅

[gilbertkingelisa]

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[she-ra-cat-ra]

adora WOULD make an incredible jedi and i love that you brought this up because noelle stevenson is a huge star wars fan and i have been rewatching star wars and shera to compare and well,,,, noelle def drew a LOT of inspiration from star wars.

like for starters, the setting similarities alone are undeniable. like the crimson waste and tattooine, or the whispering woods and dagobah, or the fright zone and curuscant.

Adora’s and Catra’s entire story archs are pretty much Jedi learns that she needs to think of herself because she’s worth it and Sith learns that it doesn’t make her weak to love someone else (and also other people matter)

[thezabrakassassin]

@irrfahrer reasons Maul suck as a Jedi master

“Actually, Master Maul-”, Ziv added and pulled merciless the blanket from the window so Curuscants bright sunlight fell like a broiling spear of iron into the room and right on Mauls bed:  “It was Master Windu who found me sitting in the Archives reading and wondered very aloud why a Padawan is sitting alone in this area of the Archive and reading without the supervision of a Master, so he send me out to wake you up.” The Tynnan folded the blanket used before as a curtain and put it down on a table before she tilted her head to the side, tapping a sharp claw against her chin: “He also said he awaits you in thirty minutes for a ...hmm he said ‘talk’ but the way he said it it sounded more like ‘kriffing lecture’.”

“I just wanted to be a good Padawan and wanted you to know how much I care about you, before you go to that talk, Master.”, the young girl fluttered her frostwhite eyelashes innocently.

“Of course it was.....!” At this point, if Maul fell to the dark side he could swear the reason to it would be master Windu and his stick up his ass. Grimacing at the light Maul pushed himself up it in sitting possition, looking unamused around the room before once again locking his gace at Ziv. “Want to bet? It’s either a lecture about how oversleeping and being borderline nocturnal is not the way or why you shouldn’t carry your padawan around like it’s a toy.” Maul asked dryly before yawning. Why did it always have to be master Windu? It seemed like everytime he actually was awake and doing his job they met no one. But at once the padawan was alone? Then she met the entire temple and probably half the council in 10 minutes.

“And before you do the same mistake as Obi-wan and pull my blanket off.... Remember that i sleep naked.” He added as he watched Ziv put away the makeshift curtain Maul had made to block out the sun. “You don’t want to go how far my tattoos go. Trust me.”

[irrfahrer]

Starter For @negotiaetor !

At seven o clock in the morning after Curuscants standart-time the freighter landed by the Hangar and dropped off the newcomer, only to hasty flew off again as if the pilot was scared the cub would be put back on their ship. Ziv felt more as if she was thrown out of the freighter and she looked after the freighter with the tip of her tail twitching like the tail of a annoyed lolth-cat. A little lost the Tynnan-cub stood small and puffed up like a fluff by the hangar, a heavy canister on her back and her big ears turning from one side to another after every little sound- the working Droids, the sounds of the Clone-Troopers around her ,the buzzing of engines of freighters and starfighters. Behind her was the grey of the hangar, the grey of the cargo-boxes, the grey of the freighters to which the small girl with the white pelt and the beige Jedi-tunic stood out against as if she was holding a sign with glowing letters that screamed ‘Notice Me!’. After a few curious eyes turned her way She lifted a small paw and waved it lamely through the air only to let ot sink with a frustrated grunt that made her whiskers bristle like from electricity when she noticed how stupid she must look: “Hello?” “I am send here by the Council. They said said I should finish my education as a Healer under Master Kenobi in- uh- For Kriffs sake actual kriffing educational combat-action?” There was a pause and the young girl squinted her eyes, her head tilted to the side like a thoughtful animal:  “Eh, its not exactly what they said, but it shares the same message.”

[elvhenyoung]

Walking to work.

And thinking a lot about my SWtOR legacy... Yesterday playing Cassie actually jogged the part of my mind that tries to piece everything together into coherent storyline.

So here I am pushing Nox to before sacking of Curuscant and messing with SoR, denouncing Emperor ealier and pushing Knight storyline to deep out of canon lore and still I'm stumbling over my own feet.

I set myself up by dividing timeline and storylines in 3 eras (parents-kids-grandkids).

It's a mess.

I'm a mess.

[hereigocustomlego]

Greetings from Curuscant by Omar Ovalle Via Flickr: Imperial Royal guard. Technic figure format. Hand made robe.

[sillycristalblog]

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[spacelesbiandisasterii]

I was thinking about a story of a scientist doing some research on Curuscant and going all the way down lvl 1 to see the mutant creatures and crazy shit that goes own down there to determine if it's still possible to someone live there. But then I slowly realize that's just the plot of Wall-e.

[spacelesbiandisaster]

I'm sorry Zonder, but between you and Dogma I prefer Dogma...

But it's so cool that he's like Curuscant Batman! Ferretman(?)! I wouldn't expect any less from a Barriss's Padawan!

(wtf is a ferret?)

I just discovered that Barriss trained a wolf Padawan in legends.

His name is Zonder, and he looks like a very good boy.

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[spacelesbiandisasterii]

Context of which one below!

Granny!Barrissoka, one shot: this is a idea I kinda started working on with @marielaure helps (Thanks again!) and it's basically centered around the different life's spawns between Mirilians and Togruta.

Mirilians live like 200/250 years while Togruta are lucky to made it to 120 and can't live more than that (according to my hc), which means that Ahsoka would die and Barriss would be still be around for a century.

I want to write a story where Barriss is struggling with this fact at the same time I get to explore what their lives would look like in their granny era, y'know? I will not be putting order 66 or temple bombing on this bc it's bad enough to kill Ahsoka, so we have a Jedi Temple utopia. Besides the death theme this work is supposed to be very sweet and tender, lots of old lady kissing and all.

Obi-Wan & Katoonie & Hondo Brooklyn 99 adventure, one shot: You know those episodes of Brooklyn 99 where Jake tries to arrest The Pontiac Bandit, aka Dough Judge, but somehow ends up having the best day of his life before ultimately losing his chance of arresting Dough Judge?

That, but Star Wars edition.

Again with the "No Order 66 AU", after the end of the war Obi-Wan choose my girl Katoonie to be his new Padawan thinking he'll have less trouble than with Anakin only to discover that Katoonie has pirate friend who is no other than Hondo Onaka himself!

They catch Hondo doing some evil scheme, try to arrest him, had to join force to deal if a bigger badder force and somehow end up having a games night or something like that. It's just a fun little adventure.

Rafa Martez pre season 7 backstory, short story (6~8 chapters max): this one is a more recent idea I been discussing with @stellanslashgeode (Thank you too!!) and it's basically the story of what happened with the Martez sisters after their parents died.

It's going be 100% Rafa's POV, but will deal with both sisters navigating grief while trying to survive on Curuscant Underworld. Things like what happened to Ziro's territory on Curuscant after he died, how Trace got the Silver Angel and how Rafa got into spice dealing/criminal jobs, what Curuscant people think of the war, etc.

I'm existed about this one bc Coruscant criminal life just looks so damn fun to write and it's a great excuse for me to finally write about my favorite Star Wars Sisters. The Martez deserved better and I ready to be their most fierce defender!

Runaways!Barrissoka, long fic (20+ chapters): I have this concept of what would had happened if instead of incriminating Ahsoka Barriss choosed to runway with her after the death of Letta.

Like Barriss not standing the idea of letting Ahsoka face trial but also afraid of dealing with the consequences of her actions chooses to free Ahsoka from prison without telling her any other that this is the only option for her scape from this situation.

So they go on explore the galaxy, running away from their own masters that were tasked with the mission of hunting they down while they try to do some good in the galaxy and start to catch feeling for one another without the Code getting in the way. Ahsoka experience severe for leaving her life behind and Barriss constantly tries to convince herself that removing Ahsoka from the war was a good thing while simultaneously killing herself with the guilt of bringing her girlfriend so much pain for extra ✨flavor✨.

I can't choose between those ideas myself, so any help will be appreciated 😅.

[spacelesbiandisasterii]

New story idea that I don't know when I'll write!!!

What if Ahsoka had known the Martez sisters when she was still a Jedi? Maybe right after Ziro's scape?

I'm thinking something along the lines of: after Ziro scape from prison (and killed the Martez parents in the process) protest start to happen all along Coruscant. Some of these protesters want the end of the war, o even just that the Jedi were removed from the war effort (perhaps bc of Senhora Martez/Trace and Rafa mother death specifically? I kinda imagine her being a community leader, someone that helps underworld people get away from crime and poverty to live a honest live on Curuscant. And then she dies and her people blame the Jedi for it. Senhora Martez was doing what the Jedi should but never bother do and now she's gone bc a Jedi throw a freaking ship at her house) but some of the protesters are actually separatist and want to remove the republic from Curuscant bc they feel the republic never done any good for them anyway.

Because of this last one the Jedi were actually force into go down into the lowest level for the first time in a very long period, not only that, but they are bringing the clones this time around! Trying to pacify Curuscant, but also interfering with the lives of common folk in the area.

Note about that part: I grown up on Rio de Janeiro (the state not the city) in a favela. You gringo must had heard stories about how dangerous favelas bc of the drug cartels are and shit like that, this is the general public discuss here as well. In MY person experience, it wasn't that bad most of the time. At least on the one I lived, but that's my experience live in one favela from the dozens that exist on Rio, thing can be different for other people or other places, please don't generalize my beautiful country with what I'm saying right now. The crime organization had some level of order, there's unspoken rules about them not messing with people that lived on the neighborhood unless we messed with them first and things like this. BUT things quickly become bad when the police show up with the excuse of "saving" us. The police didn't care about messing with "civilians" (for the lack of better word) and we're always very violent. I have seen more people die to police brutality than from the actual cartels and the cartels are really bad, just not as bad as policeman. I'm talking about this bc it's kinda how I imagine the lower levels of Coruscant being. Living on Hutt or Pike territory sucks, but the police manages to be way worst and the Jedi and Clones ARE the police in this scenario. A lot of what they'll do would be based about my experience. Which again IT'S NOT UNIVERSAL!!!!

Skyguy and Snips are one of these cops Jedi that go down there, and that's how Ahsoka meets Trace and Rafa and gets to know how the lack of action of the Jedi affect their lives, and how now that the Jedi are finally were things manage to be worse.

Ahsoka would had to deal with the fact that the Jedi she admire so much (Anakin, Luminara even Barriss) committed acts that were very "Jedi like", she would get disenchanted with the order and find other Jedis that were also feeling like these (Barriss) while dealing with knew and old feelings she tried to repressed.

It's a love triangle turn into something else!

Anyway, what are y'all thought on this one?

[spacelesbiandisasterii]

Curuscant Underworld lore is fuckin crazy!

Like the more you go down the more lvl 1313 looks like a resort.

[irrfahrer]

"I'll see you in your dreams"

The noises of Curuscants busy morning dripped into the Jedi-Temples Rooms, corridors and chambers like drops of a steady river that was the city-planets never resting rush of life. Tieredly, squirming on the sleepingmat in the Youngling-Clans-Chamber, the Tynnans ears flicked after the noises around her- the familiar buzzing of the busy streets, the well-known rustling of cloth, the murmur of voices, the scrooping of the bedsheets. She knew those noises as well as her own heartbeat, in fact she had listened to them since she had been a small heap of white fur laying in the cradle. And this was the problem. For Ziv had fallen asleep in the ruins of the AgriCorps Facility on Marfa, days of Hyperspace Travel away from Curuscant with the broken transperisteel of the roof above her head and silver stars shimmeirng like diamonds. For the rustling of cloth was caused by the other Younglings of her Cans swiftly going through their morning-routine and those children were no more-nolonger children and nolonger alive. For the murmur of voices were caused by the busy halls of the Jedi-Temple, but now there were no busy murmurs anymore for those halls had been burned down, black like dead earth from ash. For the bed she had been laying on had been burned with the Jedi-Temple and the boy who was the owner of the bed she had climbed in almost every night was-

                                                                                          -holding her paw.

There  was a feeling as if a icecold finger was running down her spine. Ziv felt her paw clench to a sdmall fist, around that much too familiar hand and from one moment to another she opned her eyes, tensed, frozen in her movement, terrified. Because the face she looked at could not be. Because the face she looked at looked like that boy, but was also longer,older, a little more mature. Because the face she looked at looked like that face of the boy, but could not be that age, could have never become that age, because he was- No!, Hasty, panicky, terrified the young girl banned this line of the thought in the deep dark corner of her mind like a dirty secret. The bedsheets shifted and she flinched, looking back at him. The (Poe) boy (Poe who she had last seen younger) -opned (Poe who had left the Temple as a Padawan) his  (Poe who had fought in the Clone Wars) Mouth  (Poe who would never be this age because in the Clone Wars he had d-) to (No!) say (NO!)  something.

Promptly the Tynnan flinched back, tumbling off the sleepingmat, falling off the bed-                 -and fell out of her sleep, flinching so hard on the sleepingmat she had set up in one of the rooms of the abonded AgriCorps Facility on Marfa, that she jumped up as if she was hit by electricity. Just a second later she was on her knees, one paw around her blaster, her pelt bristled and her razorsharp teeth bared. The small vivarium she wore like a pendant around her neck tinkled on its necklace like windchimes and fell against her chest. Its weight lay cool and unfamiliar against her pelt, Ziv had only had found the Orchid the day before so the small fower in the pendant leaning against the outside of the transperisteel to Zivs chest like a snuggling infant was still strange. Still, it only needed that cool feeling for the girl to realize what had happned adn with bared teeth she grabbed for the pendant, almost growling: “Stay kriffing away from my Kriffing memories, you kriffing li-”, before she could end the sentences Ziv bit her lips brutally and so ahrd she tasted a wisp of iron on her tounge- the Pendant had become colder in her paw, startled and cold. The young girl swallowed the anger like a thick clot, forcing herself to breath calmly to sooth the small flower -sproutling again. “I am sorry, baby. That was not fair. You could not know, Just-”, the Tynnan huffed, rocking the pendant with the sproutling in her small paw like in a cradle carefully: “..just...one rule, okay? Stay away from images in my memories.And especially-” -Him, the word lay on her tounge heavyly and left a bitter taste that she wanted to just spit out but also could not let go of:   “-those images, we kriffing good?” The Orchid did of course not answered and the young girl just tieredly let go of a long sigh as she ran a finger gently over the transperisteel of the small pendant: “We kriffing good.” With a long huff the girl let herself fall back on the sleepingmat that was damp and moist from her sweatdrenched pelt. Over her silver starlight fell through the with thick ranks overgrown transperisteel of the roof and wrapped the hothouse in a silver light as if wrapped in a pale veil.The small Vivarium-Pendant with the Murakami-Orchid lay strangely heavy on her chest like a stone and made it hard to breath as hours ticked by slowly while the wild garden around her grew, grew, grew and rustled, rustled, rustled like a nocturnal pack of animals lurking around her. Ziv could not remember when she had again fallen asleep that night.

[ @poewingsdameron ]

[irrfahrer]

Poe's heart fluttered and swelled with love and happiness as he watched Ziv flop - very dramatically so but that was part of her charm - and wrap herself in the cooling blankets. He laughed softly at her proclamations of love, his heart throbbing again. But then... "Don't panic, it's fine." He said, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around her again. "I bargained, got a good price. It's yours and you NEED it. No point saving money if you die from overheating on me."

The cooling-blanket wrapped around her shoulders and head as if she was a fine Lady on Curuscants higher Levels wearing a stola, Ziv looked at the man with to slits narrowed eyes, her ears pinned back leerily. Poe meant well and the young woman needed every ounce of her willpower to not just fall back and curl up under the cooling-blanket purring like a Lolth-kitten, yet she also knew that the money for the blanket was better off saved so they could leave this burning ball of sand a day earlier instead of saving credits longer. He had wanted to give her a treat, the Tynnan understood to well even without the big grin on his face she had seen out of the corner of her eyes before, yet she could not stop herself from beeing just a little sulky although it was more out of spite than anything else. "Pffh, thats kriffing stupid.”, she said with a huff and then, promptly her small paw shot up and she pinched Poes nose carefully so her claws would not cut in his skin, still she squeezed hard enough to make herself grin slyly over herself beeing a horrible annoyance: “I am not gonna kriffing die from overheating, believe me. Not going to make it so kriffing easy for you, Poe.”

With a exhausted huff the Tynnan sat back in a more comfortable position- although the deserts heat was not as strong in the night as in the day the dry air and change of her natural Circadian-clock made her feel as if she was working wearing a coat weaved of steel that pressed down on her, so eventually Ziv just lifted defeated the edge of the blanket up for the man with one small paw: “-there is still room under here, you know.”

[ @poewingsdameron ]