※ 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 ― Revan. - Blog Posts

anyways tia and i are playing pirates

idk who needs to hear this

YOU CAN BLOCK CHEEZBOT WHEN MAKING NEW BLOGS

no anon, i'm not adding marvel to this blog

said fuck it and took the week off from running

anyways @p1rat3

good morning dash!

i'll be on discord most of the day so feel free to stop by and ask for my s/n and we can plot or yell or whatever!

i got sunburnt today :(

let it be known if i have character icons, i will use them

they will not match

you will not say anything

everything's fine

wowie zowie

since the marvel rpc is … well, doing its shit

not so friendly reminder that i only allow my friends marvel muses on this blog

me on the dash every 5 minutes:

okay i'm gonna go get food and chill for a bit, i'll be lurking and on discord

okay chat how are we doing

muses to be added when i feel like making tags / updating my carrd (probably tomorrow)

bix caleen - star wars elizabeth 'ashe' caledonia - overwatch

yeah we all know i’m bout to add bix

todays mantra is:

let them.

anon is on but ONLY so you can suggest muses for me to add <3

okay i got tags, i got a carrd kinda, i got a barebones muse list, i have memes to answer

damn we were productive today

oh interesting this blog is like 98% ladies and like… 2 men so far

what if i use it to say i adore you? what THEN? <3

you shut your MOUTH i love you! (also suggest muses)

anon is on but ONLY so you can suggest muses for me to add <3

carrd is linked but also under heavy construction and tbd

※ 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 ― memes.

※ 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 ― revan.

※ 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 ― shitposting.

※ 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 ― starter call.

sketches… Jedi and Sith like the different parts of the same religion. Both of them are talking about Force all day…

shit doodle of revan purely from memory I'm going to go look at a picture of revan and laugh now

idk if it's KOTOR 1 or KOTOR 2 but there's a moment when you can say "Where are my slaves" and it made me laugh I can't egen remember the context I need to replay the games

Revan: Malak, we tried things your way.

Malak: No, we didn't.

Revan: I did in my head and it didn't work.

Revan is hilarious

Revan: So you mean you’re chaotic evil?

Darth Malak: How dare you insinuate that my actions are without purpose!

Kotor Humor

Darth Malak: Didn't you die?

Revan: That was weeks ago dude. Things change.

LOL.

Can I Copy Your Homework? Kotor Edition

I’ll Help You With It: Bastila Shan, Carth Onasi

Yeah, Sure: Zaalbar, Juhani, Tee-Three

Bold of You to Assume I Did the Homework: Jolee Bindo, Revan

LOL, Nope: Canderous Ordo

Wait, We Had Homework: Mission Vao

Read at 5:55 P.M.: HK-47 (He only let’s Revan copy his homework)

Damn! This is surprisingly heartwrenching. 

Liminal Space

Darth Malak deserved better - not just because you have no choice but to kill him in game (thank goodness for fanfic options!) but because the tragic fall is always more interesting than cartoonish evil.

And Alek of the KotOR comics is the perfect set up for the tragic fall.  Someone never quite sure of himself, someone too caught in the orbit of Revan’s brightness. Bound to burn out.

Here’s a bit of my take on Darth Malak, fighting against being Alek. Liminal Space on AO3 It was right there, Revan’s ship.  He’d expect it, of course, this betrayal, maybe even wanted Malak to try to give him an excuse to strike back.   Revan had been displeased with him again, seemed to always be these days.  Alek, we have much to discuss when I return, he’d said before he’d left, a slight threat in his cold monotone.  Alek.  When it was just the two of them, Revan insisted on the name still.  That hurt, a reminder of what should be, the thing they’d broken.   Revan was, of course, only Revan now. Revan hadn’t removed his mask that last time.  Even so, Malak had felt his eyes, watching, tracing the metal line of his jaw.  Do you like what you’ve made, Revan?  He’d brushed the edge of the mask, daring Revan to do something, anything, but he’d just stared, face hidden, and said nothing. Malak had decided then.  Hating stopped the hurting or at least made you forget. And hating made you strong.  Revan had tried to keep him from the Star Forge, Alek, you let it control you.  Lies.  He was jealous, Revan, jealous because the Star Forge spoke to Malak in ways it didn’t speak to him.  Malak could feel it pulsing in his veins, the rhythm of the crystal that fueled it, felt himself growing stronger the longer he stayed. He’d watched the battle from the bridge of his own ship, unable to contain his laughter, or rather that cruel mechanical sound that passed for his laugh, when the Jedi strike team had boarded Revan’s ship.  Truly the Force was with him, wanted him to win, wanted him to take out Revan and the Jedi all in one blow. Admiral Karath, fire on Lord Revan’s ship. Sir? Fire.  On the bridge.  I want no survivors. The explosion was beautiful, the flashes of light against the black of space.  If he’d had a mouth, Malak would have smiled.  He felt it, Revan’s death; didn’t feel like he’d expected, though, thought it would hurt, but it was barely a whimper. Later, when he was alone, Alek would blink back silent tears that knotted his throat, would wish he’d been on the bridge of the ship exploding in the emptiness of space.