#nonbinary revan

[zephhhhh]

our house sinking into disrepair ah but look at this showroom, filled with fabulous prizes

#art #digital art #star wars #kotor #revan #darth malak #darth revan #nonbinary revan #the besties <3 <3 <3

[lonewolfel]

Fictober 2023 Day 1

Read on AO3 Fandom: Knights of the old Republic Characters: Gender-fluid Revan, Malak, Original Sith Ships: N/A Prompt: 19 - What if we're wrong? Warnings: Blood (mentioned), torture, Force choking Note: Not my best work but I honestly had no idea how to end this.

Revan and Malak trudged forward in the snowy landscape. The sky was clouded and harsh frozen winds threatened to tear at them.

Revan's breath came out as pants from the restricting armor and the heavy fabrics they wore.

Malak was doing better or maybe he was better at hiding his exhaustion.

"Are you sure about this, Revan?" Malak asked over the howling winds. Revan still had to strain their ears to hear him.

"If the Sith are still around then they are a threat to the Republic, we need to know," Revan said.

"What if we're wrong?" Malak asked.

Revan froze for a second before continuing on the trek.

"We can't be," Revan responded.

Alex pulled herself out of the memory. They felt the lingering cold on their skin. She pushed that away. Greasy matted black hair fell into their face but she paid it no mind.

She sat alone in a metal cell somewhere on Dromund Kaas. Their blood decorated the cell. No doubt it smelled awful for outsiders but Alex didn't even notice it.

"Good to see you awake," Her Warden said.

Alex didn't answer they found it far more entertaining to frustrate him that way than actual annoying responses.

"Oh, I see, Kath hound got your tongue," Their warden said. "Doesn't matter, the Emperor, will get you talking soon enough."

Alex allowed herself to smirk at the comment. The Sith Emperor had no power over their mind and that was likely the only reason she is being kept alive. 

"Your precious Republic will fall and everyone you know will burn," Their warden said. "You can either join us or die."

"I choose death," Alex said. Their voice was raspy from disuse, but the words hung in the silent prison.

"You were lucky the first time. You won't be lucky again. The Emperor will get what he wants from you and then you will get an agonizing death," Her warden said.

"Can't wait," Alex said. 

Alex felt something crush her throat stopping the air from entering her lungs. Her brain screamed at her to struggle but she ignored it. He couldn't kill her without the Sith Emperor saying so, which he won't due to what Alex knew. 

She felt the pressure leave allowing them to collapse and try to catch her breath.

"You are nothing," Their warden hissed. "A Jedi who thinks herself so high and mighty. You will die here forgotten."

With that, the warden stormed out.

#knights of the old republic #star wars knights of the old republic #kotor #fictober23 #darth revan #revan #nonbinary revan #darth malak

[ergomaria]

Shores of the Cosmic Ocean - Chapter 04

Revan's plan to end the Mandalorian Wars in a single, decisive day is successful. But it comes with a heavy toll. The Republic's greatest commander falls while activating the Mass Shadow Generator, a superweapon they personally approved of to win the war. Alek and Meetra survive. left with the daunting task of securing the Republlic's victory as decisively and efficiently as Revan would have. They can only hope that they succeed.

Four years later, Alek and his daughter are trying to live a peaceful life away from war and politics when a ghost from the past threatens to destroy the fragile life they've built...

Blinking rapidly to stop a wave of dizziness from overtaking him, Malak wondered, "So, there wasn't any reverberation? Revan was concerned about that, but it sounds like they had no reason to be."

"There was some. But, um…" Gently settling herself on the edge of the medical cot, Meetra placed a soft hand on her friend's thigh. It was the type of comforting gesture that the other Jedi had come to fear throughout the war, a sure sign that bad news was incoming. As foreboding gripped his heart he suddenly realized how quiet the room was, devoid of the bustle and shouts that usually filled the medical bay after a large battle. The silence was terrifying, only broken by the blonde carefully murmuring, "Alek… Squint… I wasn't the one to order the weapon's use. And it wasn't my ship that was in the blast radius."

The words were spoken plainly, but Malak could sense the dread filling each syllable. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly too dry. "Then whose was it? Nobody else in the fleet was authorized to know about the Mass Shadow Generator and only three individuals could give the command to use it. Me, you, and…"

"It was Revan. My portion of the fleet was swarmed by a vanguard of heavily armed Mandalorian vessels. They far outpaced their main fleet and our flagship so that they could reach me first. I'm not sure if it was a group of warriors still bitter over Dxun or if they had intel that I was in charge of a special weapon, but…"

"So, what the hells happened out there?"

The composure of a battlefield commander fell away as Meetra's eyes filled with tears. "Almost half of my fleet was taken out before Revan reached us. I was going to order the use of the weapon to preserve the rest of our vessels, but my ship was boarded. I was injured and… Revan brought the flagship around to act as a shield while their troops provided support to protect Bao-Dur. He… he needed time to prepare the Mass Shadow Generator."

"And where's the karking flagship now!?"

"Revan gave the order to activate the weapon. Due to their ship's defensive positioning, they were in the blast radius. Some of their crew managed to escape using the shuttles, but…"

The world was going black around the edges as panic seized Malak's mind and a high-pitched ringing echoed in his ears. "But what? Where the kriff is Phae?!"

"They weren't on any of the recovered vessels. We performed multiple scans of Malachor's surface but so far there have been no signs of life… which is exactly what they planned for."

A cold lump formed in the Guardian's gut, the sensation spreading out to his limbs. "But that's not… They can't be…"

"They might not be dead! But… but their ship was destroyed by the weapon, torn apart and slammed into the planet again and again…" Meetra shuddered at the memory. "We smashed Malachor into an unrecognizable graveyard."

"So they're down there somewhere! You and I both know they might be capable of protecting themself in a crash that severe, so you need to send out a search party now!"

"I can't, not until things settle." Swallowing hard, the Sentinel whispered, "Remember I mentioned that there was a… reverberation? Right after the Mass Shadow Generator was activated, I felt the Force scream with the pain of everyone caught in the blast. It was… I couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't even think. And then everything went silent. It was over within minutes but for an instant, it felt like the Force died."

"...What!? I thought you said that you weren't affected by the damn weapon!"

"I said I was barely affected, which is true. I feel fine now aside from one hells of a concussion. But in that moment, I couldn't reach out to the Force. And that might mean that Revan…"

"No! They're stronger than both of us combined. If anyone could push past that sensation and survive…"

Read the whole chapter on AO3!

#star wars #kotor #kotor 2 #revan #the jedi exile #alek squinquargesimus #nonbinary revan #malak x revan #revan x malak #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #kotor fanfic #kotor 2 fanfic

[cinderedrose]

Some revanderous content to cure your soul

#kotor #darth revan #knights of the old republic #kotor 1 #revanderous #revan x canderous #canderous ordo #nonbinary rev #revan

[milly-the-devil]

Lightside? Boring. Darkside? Broing. I’m Pansexual Nonbinary.  -Revan probably

#sw #star wars #kotor #knights of the old republic #revan #sw revan #revan sw #panseuxal #panromantic #nonbinary #queer #gender queer

[the-frosty-mac]

#star wars #knights of the old republic #darth revan #revan #nonbinary #the old republic

[thatwitchrevan]

Revan to Alek after having sex: you're gay now btw

Alek: I've always been gay but alright have it your way.

#continues niche shitposting #revalek #griffin writes #au: stay #it's because revan's nonbinary but also alek is pansexual and has had crushes on people of various genders since he was a teen #revan: I've turned you gay #alek: you've done no such thing! i was never straight

[solring3n]

I know we shit on carth a lot but u gotta admire his thought process during his romance, like, Revan could fix him but whatever the fuck is going on w carth is way funnier and attractive apparently

#kotor #am i a carth apologist? maybe #hes my other emotional support white male character #this concept is really funny to me especially in au's where revan knows who they are the whole time #also a place to say that i wish we have a chance at a nonbinary revan and carth romance #and i wish we have the non-binary choice when making our revan

[stealingpotatoes]

The kotor games are RPG games where you get to customize Revan. Including gender since technically there isn't a canon appearance to Revan outside of the armor. Nonbinary bisexual legend. There's also a lot of choices that can be made that effects the game too

diversity win!! the sith lord about to kill you is a nonbinary bisexual!

#thanks for the ask!

[morally-grey-girlbosses]

Propaganda under the cut.

Revan:

Conquered the known galaxy through her frankly insane military genius, devastating charisma, and incredible lateral thinking ability. Can only be stopped by taking a blast from a cannon meant to destroy CAPITAL SHIPS directly to the face, and even then only JUST. Morally ambiguous because she and her followers/army originally rebelled and decided to wage war to stop an absolutely horrifying galactic genocide that the official government was pretty powerless against. Then she decided that, all things considered, she could probably do a better job running things (she could) and so chose to take over the galaxy instead (she did). Despite the whole galactic domination thing, Revan is arguably the least condescending Jedi/Sith you'll ever meet, since she considers non-Force-sensitives a crucial part of every field due to their unique ability of not needing to give a single flying fuck about what the Force thinks at any given moment. Additional fun facts: Has the potential to date the first romanceable lesbian in a Bioware game. Her(/Their/His) armour is incredibly gender and in fact made me nonbinary. VOTE REVAN!

Rue Kuroha AKA Princess Kraehe was submitted without propaganda.

#poll #tournament poll #round 1 #revan #revan star wars #star wars #knights of the old republic #rue kuroha #princess kraehe #princess tutu

[daisychainsandbowties]

thoughts on nonbinary revan?

revan is so nonbinary it's ridiculous. they wake up on a sinking ship with no clue how they got there & a guy basically says 'cmon we have to go rescue princess peach' & rev has such a god complex locked away in their little chest rattling around, so obviously they're like 'sounds like a situation i would be in'.

like. they're a dnd character. they're haunted by the feeling that they should be walking around in a sexier outfit. they're not a jedi or a sith but a secret third thing (gay). they walk around with two enormous swords and take a -6 penalty to hit but fuck it we ball.

i firmly believe that when the historians are writing about revan they simply Do Not gender them and by the time we get to the prequel era the revan discourse has devolved into heated, annotated, footnoted arguments because

1. they're such a lying shit that nobody has any biographical details on them besides 'good hair' and 'slut strut'

2. the historians were actually too busy writing about revan's gay little outfit to be bothered with paying much attention to any physical specificities besides the fact that they're a short king. this is the only undisputed fact about rev.

so yeah basically i think revan is the most nonbinary little asshole of all time

#kotor #revan #i would tell canon to fight me but it wouldn't dare #anon

[pagan-speedforce]

Hey Hey Hey!

My name is Revan, I'm an eclectic pagan witch in my 20s, and I use he/they/it pronouns. I'm a nonbinary aroace-spec lesbian and that influences a lot of how I see my world and my practice.

My patron deities are Loki, Hestia, Isis, and Freyr. I also work with Eris a lot. I'm still extremely new to everything, so please be patient with me!

Some basic rules:

If your witchcraft or paganism involves white supremacist ideals, transphobia, or any other bigotry, I'd like to kindly ask you to fuck off. That also counts for people involved with closed practices that they have no business being in, like Voodoo or Shamanism.

If your paganism or witchcraft involves Starseeds/Lizard People/Qanon/Flat Earth/any other conspiracy theory, or if you advocate for using magic in place of conventional medicine or psychiatry, fuck off. There is no place for anti-science people here.

However, if you're a nice person who can be civil with other people, feel free to give me a follow! I love making new friends and talking with people of all faiths and practices!

#witchblr #witchcraft blog #paganblr #paganism #pagan witch #hellenic pagan #witchcraft #witches of tumblr

[darcyunplugged]

Welcome to the Unplugged AU!

So, first of all, to introduce myself, my name is Revan or Creed, and I am a nonbinary lesbian who uses He/They/It pronouns.

This side project of mine kinda needed its own elbow room, so I thought I'd just make this little sideblog here to rant about it.

So, in this AU, the events of All In happen as normal, except that Sasha was unable to cut the cord connecting Marcy's body to The Core, and Sasha was instead thrown off the balcony. Because of Andrias' betrayal, Darcy chooses to make a strategic retreat back to Amphibia, with Anne, Sasha, the Plantars, Oliva, Yunan, and King Andrias trapped on Earth. Six years pass until they can get a working portal again, due to science bullcrap I do not wish to explain here. Meanwhile, on Amphibia, Grime crushed the Calamity Box before Darcy killed him, effectively separating the two worlds. Without the power of the Box, Darcy is struggling to keep control of Amphibia, and has reached an impasse with the Resistance, splitting Amphibia into two separate territories.

However, due to their helmet being damaged in a battle with the resistance and Marcy gaining temporary partial control over the body, Darcy realizes that the big-ass helmet with the obvious weakness is a bad idea, and chooses to go cordless.

I do not have an official design for Unplugged!Darcy yet, only that the Core chooses to wear a crown with their signature eye motif, which is used to control Marcy's body.

Because the Box was destroyed, Anne and Sasha have full access to their Calamity powers. Unfortunately for Darcy, the power of the Wit gem is connected to Marcy's personality, and can only be accessed when she is at least in partial control.

This is going to be a Sasharcy fic, with potential future Sashannarcy.

#amphibia #unplugged!au #anne bounchoy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #darcy amphibia #darcy wu #sasharcy #andrias leviathan #general yunan

[ergomaria]

The Cosmos Within Us (Ch 01 sample)

Author's Note: This is a small portion of a multi-chapter, multi-part fic. It's Revlek and has nothing to do with my other work(s). Go me. This part takes place ~7 years before the Mandalorian Wars. Phaetin (Revan) is 17 and Alek (Malak) is 16. They are teenagers and infinitely good at bad decision-making. Warning for drunken teens not being mindful.

The whole story spans about 15 years, leading up to and including the plot of KOTOR. (Granted, it's very AU at that point.) It's an exploration of how one really questionable decision made by two fairly drunken teenagers changes everything and nothing.

(FYI - Phaetin's name is a play on Hepaestion, who was the closest confidant and possible lover of Alexander the Great. I was going for a theme, of sorts. )

“Hey, come on! You’ve gotta share. You can’t hog it all to yourself!” Grinning sloppily, Phaetin held out their hand.

But Alek just rolled his eyes as he took another swig from the bottle, wincing as the contents burned their way down. “You’re drunk.”

“Uh-huh. And what does that make you?”

“Hmm. You’ve got a point.” With a snort, the taller teen handed over the last of the alcohol, a deceptively strong liquor that Phaetin had somehow managed to purchase from a local farmer.

Grinning as they tossed back the last swallow, the teen managed to resist the urge to cough as the clear liquid seared its way into their gut. “Stars, that is potent.”

“What is it?”

“Hells if I know!”

The pair stared at each other for an instant before bursting out into laughter. Through his drunken giggles, Alek managed to ask, “So, how is this for a celebration?”

Flopping onto their back, Phaetin stared up at the blanket of stars that illuminated the sky, individual arms of the galaxy visible between the hazy wisps of clouds. It was a beautiful night, the air still warm but just crisp enough to hint at the coming autumn. “It could definitely be worse. Helps that the company’s not all that bad.”

“Happy to help.” With a lopsided grin, Alek tried and failed not to stare at his best friend. Sprawled like this, the other teen was a feast of dark hair and long limbs, both inviting and forbidden. With his inhibitions lowered, the temptation to reach out and touch… to even steal a taste… was stronger than ever. He balled his fits in the grass to fight the urge.

The pair was currently sprawled at the edge of the Ancient Grove on Dantooine, an area that was popular for meditation during the day. But at night the ruins scattered amongst the blba trees were mostly deserted, especially closer to the fields where the kath hounds roamed. While the secluded nature of the grove could prove dangerous after dark, it was also one of the few private places in an enclave full of Jedi. 

It was the teens’ last night at the academy. Normally this wouldn’t be an event worth noting, especially since most Padawans visited other temples multiple times a year. Yet somehow, this departure felt different. Meetra had already predicted that this might be the last time she’d see the other Jedi for a while, making the same vague allusions to Phaetin’s impending ascension to Knighthood that the Masters had been whispering for months. She was probably repeating rumors but it didn’t make her prediction less ominous, a reminder that Phaetin and Alek’s time as near-constant companions was quickly coming to an end.

The older Padawan was sensitive about the subject, either denying the possibility that Knighthood was looming dangerously close or growing snappish at any mention of their future. If Alek was in full possession of his faculties, he’d have been tactful enough not to broach the subject. Unfortunately, he was drunk.

“Hey, what do you think is going happen when we get back to Coruscant?”

Eyes fixed on the sky, Phaetin slurred, “The same as usual. Kavar is going to double our training schedule to ‘make up for lost time’ and Vrook will drag me away for ‘advanced studies’ about some topic that he barely understands.”

“Are you sure about that? You don’t think…?”

Struggling upright, the older teen scoffed, “Alek, I’m a prodigy, as everyone keeps reminding me. Of course I know what the Masters have planned.”

“Come on, be serious for a minute.”

“I don’t have to be serious, I’m drunk.” Scowling, Phaetin leaned in. “I’m drunk because we’re supposed to be celebrating.”

This close, Alek could see the doubt that filled his friend’s dark eyes and the near-panic that tugged at their expression. Even their tightly-controlled presence shivered with trepidation. Part of the younger teen wanted to change the conversation, but the subject had been worrying him for the entire trip despite his attempts to release those emotions into the Force. “What… exactly are we celebrating?”

“You know, having time away from everything. A chance to be ourselves. To… not think about whatever bantha shit comes next!”

The last of Phaetin’s false bravado was falling away as frustration swirled within a miasma of self-doubt. Alek’s hand was resting near his friend’s and he was tempted to link their fingers together and pull the other teen close, to hold them tight and somehow protect them from the machinations of whatever the Force had in store. But the alcohol buzzing through his body made his limbs feel rooted in place as he muttered, “Maybe… maybe we should think about what’s next.”

Pressing into their friend’s space, Phaetin snarled, “Why? Why can’t I just have one kriffing night without someone wondering about my karking future?!”

“Because…” Drunkenness made Alek’s words jumble in his brain and he struggled to find the answer. Because you have so much potential. Because you’re a prodigy and you’re destined to leave me behind. Because I don’t want to lose you.

Before he could form an actual response, Phaetin surged forward and pressed their lips together. The kiss was sloppy and bitter with liquor, yet it was everything Alek had yearned for. He paused for an instant from pure shock, unable to process that this was anything but a dream. But desire took over and he quickly leaned in, tangling his fingers in soft brown waves as his other arm wrapped tightly around his friend’s waist. Phaetin whimpered, lips parting enough for their tongue to dart out. Alek deepened the kiss, finally experiencing a seemingly impossible dream.

But then the younger teen’s brain caught up to his body. Rapidly breaking away he covered his mouth as though it would prevent him from making any more mistakes. Yes, this had been his deepest desire for many years. But his friend had never shown the same inclinations and the sudden change of heart when notably drunk was alarming. While the moment was sure to be pleasurable, the potential for regret once their heads cleared was daunting.

“Phae… this isn’t what you want.”

“Why does everyone insist on telling me what I want?! If I’m such a genius, shouldn’t I be able to think for myself?”

“That’s not what I… You’ve never wanted this before.”

“Maybe I’ve never really thought about it. That doesn’t mean that I don’t want it now that I have.” Phaetin slid closer as they ran a palm up their friend’s thigh, grinning as they sensed the arousal this caused. “Isn’t this what you want?”

Alek barely managed to nod as most of his blood rushed south from just one touch. “Stars, yes!” Slipping into the other teen’s lap, Phaetin leaned in until their lips were nearly touching as they murmured, “Then come on, Squint. Let’s celebrate.”

#star wars #kotor #kotor fanfic #revlek #revan x malak #nonbinary revan #my fic

[cinderedrose]

Hehe an au where my revan stayed a mandalorian (I headcannon they were born into a clan) instead of becoming a jedi.

#kotor #darth revan #knights of the old republic #revan #kotor au #mandalorian rev #nonbinary rev

[spitzobsessed]

Thinking about writing a short(hopefully) fic of Revan and his/her/their twin. The Jedi Exile and a certain fake sith might make an appearance because this is a scene that's been stuck in my head for a while.

Satele, to Revan's twin: What is your name? History remembers only one Revan, but you deserve to be remembered as your own person.

Twin: My name... I went by many names. Ones I do not wish to tell.

Revan: The individual "Revan" is a symbol.

Twin: History remembers ambiguity.

Revan: Just as a twists individuality.

Twin: Revan was created to be a beacon during the Mandalorian crusades.

Revan: And later became a scourge when returning from the Unknown Regions.

Twin: Let Revan remain as they are, for their power lay not in the physical sense...

Revan: But in the legacy they inspired that still echoes in the galaxy.

The Sith Traitor(Lord Amon): I hate it when they do that...

Jedi Exile: Nothing's ever easy when these two get together.

The twins: *silently enjoying being the cryptic Jedi(?) Spirit for once*

I see you adore the "Revan was not only male or female but both but not in a nonbinary sense" take on Revan's gender

#revan #darth revan #satele shan #revan had a twin #au