#CARTH

[artsyneurotic]

Realistic Carth, 2nd Attempt

I was messing around this weekend and made a Carth 2.0 in Unreal's Metahuman after I noticed there's a newer hairstyle with bangs. So I made a few alterations to change him up from my previous attempt, gave him a face texture with some baked-in brow furrowing (because Carth definitely has some of that by default lol), slightly larger eyes, tweaked the nose, and got rid of the more doughy cheeks...

I messed with some ot the face expressions to see if it'd fit well... so here's a face for his usual angy moments, as well as one for his angsty ones:

and of course also this one again because it's too funny to me, lmao:

Also, apparently the Metahuman Animator has a setup where I could use my hubby's iphone and actually do legit face capture and put it on this face... I'm actually almost tempted to try seeing how good it looks, but whenever I actually have more free time to do so... 😵

[hnnny]

Barbenheimer date night. I personally am a Barbie gal and I thought it was pretty good. At the very least, all of the jokes landed really well haha. I think these guys would have a blast :)

...Oh? What's below the cut I wonder?

We all know that this is really what they'd go see together lol, but Atton wants to put on his edgy face and act like he wants to watch a movie he doesn't even remotely care about.

[domwho11]

Carth screamed as another torrent of Force lightning hit him. He had been in this underground room for close to eight hours. The Republic pilot collapsed onto the floor, sobbing like a child. Dimly, he became aware of one of the women - Revan or Bastila - placing manacles on his wrists again. A strong hand forced Carth to look upwards. It was Revan. This was no Republic scout or swoop racer or Jedi. It was Revan. Carth was dumbfounded at his own inability to recognise the truth. Revan - Sareth, as he had first known her - had been standoffish and cruel from the moment they had met. Occasionally she had helped others, like when she freed Zaalbar's home planet of Kashyyyk from Czerka slavers. But there was no denying what she was anymore. This was a Sith Lord. A cold-blooded, calculating, murderous wraith. Revan smiled at Carth. It was Sareth's smile, the one she had allowed him to glimpse when his knuckleheaded flirting amused her. But somehow it wasn't. It was as if something had hollowed out the woman Carth had known (had loved) and filled her with rage and hate and darkness. Revan clenched her fist. A vice-like grip seized Carth's throat and he fell to the ground choking.

"You're quite correct, Revan." said Bastila.

"Watching him suffer is most entertaining."

Carth had lost. The Republic had lost. The Jedi had lost. The war hero wondered how much longer he could survive this punishment. After far too long a time, Revan released the Force choke. Carth crumpled and coughed up blood.

"Let's leave him for now." said Revan.

"He needs to be rested for tomorrow's... fun."

Carth was aware of retreating footsteps and the sound of a heavy iron door being locked. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. A tiny skylight showed a square of blue sky. That was how far away Carth's hope was. His head felt like it was exploding inside. Yet he could do nothing but lie on the floor in a forgotten torture chamber and wait for the horrible pain to stop. The man once nicknamed Fleet by his comrades would never trust anything or anyone ever again.

[valkblue]

— YCH commissions

Young Logan and Juliette, for @virusq [ Westworld ]

Yuehai Xun and Canderous, for @commander-krios [ Knights of the Old Republic ]

Velire and Carth, for @eluvisen [ Knights of the Old Republic ]

Joel and Arrow, for @joels6string [ The Last of Us]

Thank you all for commissioning me, and trusting me with this new thing! It means a lot to me. 🙏💖

[alyssalenko]

Remembering Revan

Revan is slowly coming to terms with the loss of their memories, thanks to Carth, and the two of them seek solace in each other…

written for the @kotorgiftexchange. Also on AO3 if you prefer.

It was in the early mornings on the Ebon Hawk when Revan let their guard down and let Carth into their world and he cherished every second of it.

He leaned against the door frame watching Revan as they stood in front of the mirror, fingers tripping over each of their scars–old wounds they'd endured; they’d lived hard and each scar told a story, stories he wanted to know but didn't dare bring up. When he'd first asked about them, Revan had almost cried when they'd realized they didn't know--it must have been so odd to look in the mirror and see so many scars, but have no idea how they were acquired. Something so small but significant because it was a part of their history, but a part they didn't know and couldn't remember. Sometimes he wondered how they could keep it together, and be so strong all the time. The Jedi had done a good job rewriting the brain of the once Sith lord--the memories taking their sweet time coming back, and so he'd pretend he didn't see how their hands shook whenever they were tracing the unfamiliar scars with their fingertips, Carth crossing the room and lacing their fingers together to stop the trembling and pressing his lips to Revan's shoulder. For a while now he'd been making it a point to kiss every scar on their body, hoping to replace all the missing memories with something new and good.

Revan sighed and leaned back into Carth's embrace, forever grateful to him for always being there, even when he was grumpy and didn't always want to talk.

“You're thinking far too hard for how early it is.” He whispered, breathing in the scent of their hair.

They let out a dry laugh. He was probably right, but Revan couldn't help it--they were trying to remember an entire lifetime, one of a Jedi and one of a Sith and find the real Revan underneath all that. But having him near made everything easier.

It felt like their destinies had been intertwined since the moment they met, Revan inspiring him to be the best version of himself and he loved everything about them, every scar, every freckle, their laugh, how they fit together like two puzzle pieces meant to be joined and the bits of them that showed through the altered memory. They'd lost literal years of their life, piecing it together from stories from Bastila and the Jedi and Malak and the Rakata, as well as what they remembered themselves, but unless one had all of them, they never got the full picture of who Revan actually was. But Carth had gotten all of it. He knew who they were now, what they'd done--and yet he still accepted them... loved them. He loved everything about them, and at this point he knew them maybe better than they knew themselves. They were glad he had been willing to give them this chance; ready to reconcile their past while facing their future and blend their two identities--their heart laid bare...for him, all while helping them regain themselves. It was because of him.

“Just thinking about how lucky I was to meet you, despite the circumstances.”

“You mean the ship being attacked and us crash landing on Taris and needing to work together to survive and escape? I think it may have been sheer dumb luck pushing us together.”

“Or fate.”

Their chance meeting on board the Endar Spire seemed like a lifetime ago, and yet Trask's sacrifice had started the chain reaction of events that had ultimately brought them together and helped them fall in love. Having lived as both a Sith and a Jedi, Revan had a chance to learn from their past and become better than they were, instead of chasing the ghost of who they once were, a chance to encapsulate the best of both worlds and become a gray jedi, just like Jolee. Carth smiled at them in the mirror, nuzzling at the skin of their neck with his nose, beard tickling their reddening throat. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the whisper of fabric between their bodies. Revan's heart fluttered in their chest at the contact, pulsing in time with his. He took their hands in his own, magnetic eyes seeking theirs in the mirror, a small smile playing about Revan's lips as they glanced down, rubbing their thumb along his knuckles. No matter what came next Revan didn't intend to let him go--he was their rock, their everything.

Standing here, together like this, Revan couldn't help but think that maybe the Jedi had done them a favor by wiping their mind, not that they would have thought so at the time, and they were furious when they'd found out, but without it, they never would've met. And at this point, they didn't want to imagine their life without Carth in it--they’d happily spend an eternity like this…with him, kissing, laughing. After they took down Malak, they'd gladly walk into a future with him by their side.

“Come on. It's still early and I think you could use a distraction.” Carth picked them up princess style, and carried them over to the bed, depositing Revan gently in the middle of the mattress and pulled the blankets up around them.

He walked around to the other side and climbed in, Revan immediately curling into his right side, head on his arm, and their right hand splayed across his chest feeling his heartbeat under their fingertips. This was the side of them most people never got to see, and Carth counted himself extremely lucky that they let him see their walls down; under the Force hardened shell, Revan was just as vulnerable as everyone else but didn’t have the luxury of being able to let it show. Not with everyone watching and waiting for them to mess up or revert back to the Sith lord that had once struck terror into the hearts of the entire galaxy. They didn't even feel a connection with the person that they were, and they were slowly coming to terms with the fact that they maybe never would. As long as they had Carth, they were okay with that.

“Alright Carth. You win; distract me.”

Carth hummed in contentment and captured their lips in a heated kiss, Revan focusing on the warmth of his body against theirs, the two of them ready to lose themselves in one another.

[daysofauldlangsyne]

my Revan + Carth + self-indulgent art piece + Inkpot Gods by The Amazing Devil

their separation is so heartbreaking for me 😭

[iamda05]

Carth (i think that's his name?): What's on your mind:3

[ilickedanenvelopeandilikedit]

6, 11, and 26 for the oc ask game

TY FOR THE ASK I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THEM

6. which ocs eat consistent meals? which ocs just eat whenever they feel like it?

I think Red eats consistent meals but she's surrounded by people who don't and it annoys her (in a joking way). Zi, her partner, absolutely eats like pancakes at like 2 in the morning and Red does not get it.

11. which ocs have to be reminded to take breaks?

JIX FOR SURE! This guy absolutely has like three projects going on all the time and he'll be like working at his desk for hours and hours and then Carth will come up force him to eat or sleep.

26. which ocs never get sick? which ocs get sick easily?

I think Jix gets sick a lot cuz he doesn't take great care of himself well so he ends up sick (but he secretly adores it because it means that Carth will take care of him) and then Carth ends up getting sick as well. Mavex just seems like he wouldn't, like he got all the diseases he'll ever need when he was in jail and he's all done with them.

[stealingpotatoes]

behold! my beloved kotor protagonist

(commission info // tip jar!)

[hnnny]

I wanna see more of your Revan so !!! mayhaps draw her with someone she loves (romantically, platonic, etc etc whatever you want bro)

I got you! Take some silly lore about everyone's favorite war criminal! (Featuring T3-M4 as the picture taker and commentator)

[domwho11]

Revan trudged through the trackless wastes, his brown robes billowing in the breeze. He had never found any trace of the True Sith. It had been sixteen years. Sixteen years of exploring barren, lifeless worlds. Of readying himself for death, only for it to never come. Revan sat down on a rock. He remembered all of his friends from before. Carth, Juhani, Jolee, Mission, Canderous, HK-47, Zaalbar... and Bastila. Bastila. Why had he left her behind? He could have decided that the True Sith were someone else's problem and stayed right there with her. But he had chosen this lonely, nomadic life. Revan mused that he was never the same as his Ebon Hawk crewmates. He could talk to them and get along with them, but he was always somehow apart. Not just because he was the most powerful Force user of that era, or whatever. Revan found talking to other people a struggle. If you said the wrong thing they got angry and shut down. Except for Bastila. Revan could talk to Bastila for hours and never get tired. Which was why they had fallen in love. If Revan was honest, finding the True Sith was just an excuse. He didn't want to do the hard work of building a life with someone. The former Sith Lord wondered if Bastila would accept him back. Could he return to her? There was no point wandering around in this desert. It was settled then. Revan would return home to Bastila. Pulling his hood up over his head, Revan turned and walked back to his ship.

When Revan reached his vessel T3-M4 rolled up to him, bleeping and blooping excitedly. Revan comforted the small droid and entered his ship.

"A message for me? Play it, T3."

Bastila appeared in the room. Revan's heart lurched. It was only a hologram, but she looked as beautiful as the day he had left her. Bastila clasped her hands and began to speak.

"Hello Revan. I don't know if you will ever receive this message, but I feel that what I have to say is too important to omit. I... Carth and I... we are to be married. Carth has been extremely kind to me since... since you and I parted ways. And we have decided to spend our lives together. Please understand that he is in no way replacing you. Nobody could ever, ever, ever replace what you mean to me, Revan. But it has been sixteen years, and you have sent me no word of you. I will always remember you as a kind and decent man. Who helped me in my darkest hour. But it's time to move on. Goodbye Revan. And thank you."

Revan sank to his knees. He didn't know if he wanted to tear the entire ship apart or just curl into a ball and weep. Bastila was with Carth. It was too late for him. Revan unclipped his lightsaber from his belt and placed it on his temple. All he had to do was ignite it, and his troubles would be over (No.). Revan put down his laser sword. He had to see Bastila one last time. To give her and Carth his blessing. He owed her that at least. Revan's entire body felt like it was filled with stones. Somehow he got to his feet. As if in a dream, he made his way to the cockpit and set a course back to Coruscant.

[hnnny]

@stellorc Your influence on this community is potent 😂

I feel bad for Bastila. Being linked to Revan’s brain couldn’t have been easy.

[blighted-elf]

Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic - 2025 replay

[wvyld]

kotor cast

[blanq]

first time meeting canderous ordo

[maskydoodles]

So there's a chance...

One thing I do love is how when you run into Malak on the Leviathan, Carth immediately goes Han in Cloud City and  tries to shoot the big bad Sith lord even though he has to know that has only an infinitesimal chance of success.