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sithsandstardust Ā· 1 month ago
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Woke up to the craziest comment on my Arcann/Sith Warrior fanfic
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sithsandstardust Ā· 1 month ago
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It’s posted! You can find it here on Tumblr or on my Ao3!
Should I post my outlander/Arcann fic I wrote last night…?
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sithsandstardust Ā· 1 month ago
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Beneath A Starry Sky
Fandom: SWTOR
Characters: Amalthea Ismiro (fem!Sith Warrior), Arcann Tirall,
Mentioned: Malavai Quinn, Theron Shan, Lana Beniko
Pairings: Sith Warrior!Outlander/Arcann Tirall
Fanfiction Description: Amalthea sits beneath the stars to enjoy a drink and ponder her time away from her old flame, just to be joined by a certain prince from Zakuul…
Rating: General Audiences
Word count: 2,345
Tags: @taina-eny
Amalthea’s heart felt heavy as she walked along the halls of Odessen’s base, walking away from the room where her children were tucked away in, where they slept in night after night.
As darkness cast upon the base and everyone had been heading to turn in for the night, or drink at the cantina and party until the sun came up once more. A choice the party folk might regret, really.
But Amalthea? She preferred to take her favorite bottle of Alderaanian red outside with her and sit on a cliff’s edge all by herself with a crackling fire behind her as she looked on the woods. It was a beautiful place to sit, to think, to reflect.
Six years. Six years since she’d had somewhere to call home… since she had her family all together. Since she’d seen the man once known as her husband… the man she doubted was looking for her the way she was always looking for him.
The wine she sipped directly from the bottle made her head fuzzy as she let her thoughts swirl, images of Malavai Quinn flooding her head.
As she looked out at the stars she could only wonder if wherever he was, he saw the same stars. Maybe she should stop pondering about him… maybe it would be for the better.
Amalthea exhaled before taking another swig of her bottle, letting her mind wander elsewhere… to someone else. Someone she couldn’t help but think of lately, as much as she wished she hadn’t.
Her thoughts shifted to icy blue eyes… white robes and a scarred face… but one that held nothing but kindness towards her since his reformation. Nothing but kindness towards not just her, but to her daughter Gwyneth and son Ellis, too…
Kinder than their own father had been in the years he missed—stars, she may have missed quite a few years on her own… but it was different when she was taken against her own will. He didn’t have to dump them with Lana and Theron before rushing back to the Empire, or whatever had happened… Vette told her but she’d forgotten fully in this moment. Thanks, Alderaanian red.
Maybe the wine was getting to her too much if Arcann was who she thought of. The crown Prince of Zakuul himself. Despite their similarities in age and use of the force, what else did they have in common? This alliance? And she was legally still married…
Though would it be considered null if she was declared dead in Imperial space? That was something she would have to learn later on.
Amalthea set down the bottle and shook her head, setting it into her hands and rubbing her face. She inhaled and exhaled, listening to the crackling fire and chirps of the woods as night cast over them.
Then, blending with the sounds, came footsteps. Not too soft, but not too heavy either. So it couldn’t have been Lana or Theron coming to look for her… who could it have been?
She lifted her head from her hands, but before she could turn her head to see who it was, the figure was speaking to her and taking a seat on the other side of the bottle that was placed on the ground.
ā€œMind if I join you, commander?ā€ Came the deep voice of the very man on her mind. Arcann Tirall.
ā€œNot at all.ā€ Amalthea shook her head, stretching before placing her hands in the dirt behind her. ā€œNot ready for bed or feeling the cantina crowd?ā€ She asked him.
ā€œNot quite tired—and no, not at all. Those settings are… not for me.ā€ He shook his head, looking at the stars just as Amalthea had moments ago. Arcann knew if he didn’t look out on the landscape, his eyes would’ve been caught on her beauty instead.
Her tanned skin and copper hair, not to mention those deep brown eyes of hers… those eyes could hypnotize anyone. Arcann included, as they made his head feel almost dizzy if he looked into them too long.
Beauty he couldn’t get lost in. Last he’d heard, she was a taken woman. Right. Her husband was out here in the galaxy somewhere.
Amalthea, not knowing what he’d been thinking, looked at the stars too. She nodded her head at his words. ā€œI understand… I’m not much for the crowds anymore. I haven’t been since… well. I came back.ā€ She reached for the wine to take another sip, before offering the bottle over. ā€œI used to be the life of the party but now I’m just… I’m not interested.ā€
Arcann hesitated for a moment… then he took the bottle from Amalthea, taking a swig of his own. He set it down, an unreadable expression on his face for just a moment as he turned to look at her. Those icy eyes aimed to meet her brown eyes for a moment, before they turned away again. ā€œRight… your return. You know, I can’t apologize enough for your capture—Iā€”ā€œ
Amalthea cut him off with a wave of her hand. ā€œYou’re a different man than you were. Stop apologizing for the mistakes that can’t be undone. What matters is I’m here now, aren’t I?ā€
ā€œAnd how lucky we are to have you hereā€¦ā€ Arcann couldn’t help but find a gentle smile on his face as he said this.
Amalthea didn’t know what to say to this, bringing on silence once again. Would a thank you suffice? Would words of being happy to just be alive work? That sounded good. Though with enough wine in her system, anything would sound good.
ā€œI’m… grateful.ā€ She started in a quiet tone. ā€œJust to be here. And alive. For my children, and for this alliance.ā€ Amalthea traced the rim of the bottle with her fingertip before he took it from her, taking the last of it.
Amalthea could easily polish off a bottle herself… so it was no surprise only two hearty sips were left for Arcann. The rest was all consumed by the redhead.
ā€œI’m sure everyone is happy to see you alive. Another moment alive is another moment you can find all your missing pieces.ā€ Arcann told her, his cheeks turning delightfully pink from the wine he’d had.
ā€œMissing pieces?ā€ Amalthea questioned. ā€œWhat could possibly be missing from my life? I’ve got some friends, my children, Hell I’ve even got my ship back!ā€
ā€œAnd yet, your love remains missing.ā€ Arcann pointed out, knowing the tales of this Malavai Quinn. He’d been told all about him by Vette… which was the bad, mostly, and the bad made Arcann feel a little… agitated. Amalthea deserved better, surely. But if she loved him… she loved him. Who was he to argue with love?
Though Amalthea nearly snorted at hearing his name. ā€œQuinn… right… I feel that if he wanted to find me, he would’ve.ā€ She shook her head, chuckling bitterly. ā€œHe could find a needle in an asteroid field if he was dedicated enough.ā€
Arcann took a moment to ponder this reaction… he supposed it was true. With the way the alliance was actively recruiting and seeking new members… the way they’d broadcasted to the galaxy far and wide, that if her long lost love wanted to return he would have.
Something inside of him felt sorrow for Amalthea, for the way her big dark eyes shone against the starlight as she silently looked out now. Was it out of sadness, longing? What were those emotions behind her eyes? Perhaps he shouldn’t have brought the captain she’d fallen so deeply for once upon a time up in this conversation.
ā€œI… apologize, commander. For bringing up such a sensitive subject.ā€ Arcann bowed his head slightly in shame.
ā€œDon’t be. You’re not the one who left your possibly dead wife’s children with Lana and Theron for years on end.ā€ Amalthea laughed out bitterly, wishing there was more in her bottle to wash down the feelings of resentment she had towards Quinn.
Arcann nearly winced at the words spoken, knowing how much bitterness and rage lined Amalthea’s voice as she spoke them. He watched her as she brought her knees up to her chest, resting her head on them. ā€œOh the talking to he’ll get if I ever see him again… if my blade doesn’t do the talking for me.ā€ She huffed gently.
ā€œHe can’t be like you, Arcannā€¦ā€ Her words continued. ā€œYou’re someone who actually seems to… care. Care about what your actions have done to affect others. Care enough to have seen my young ones and think about the greater good of their future alongside the galaxy’sā€¦ā€ Amalthea carried on, her dark eyes now studying him as she kept her head where it was. Rested upon her knees that were close to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs.
A shrug came to the man’s shoulders as he listened to her words. ā€œSomeone helped my heart take a turn for the better… someone who’s sitting here beside me, and opened my eyes to the greater good.ā€
Amalthea sat in silence once again as she thought of how to respond. Her eyes closed for just a moment as she hummed gently. ā€œIt was your mother’s idea… not mine. She truly had to talk me into it.ā€ The wine Amalthea had drunk spoke nothing but truth to him. ā€œThough, it’s not a bad thing that she gave me the idea… because now I have a new trusty ally… a new friend. And new hope for the future of all we’re building.ā€ Her eyes opened to find him moving a bit closer to her.
Arcann had indeed scooted in a bit closer with the empty wine bottle being moved aside. ā€œConsidering all I’ve done, I’m grateful you even took her suggestion with a mother’s begging involved… I shouldn’t have been given any of your forgiveness, I-ā€œ
ā€œShhhā€¦ā€ she brought a finger to his lips, sitting up a bit now and stretching out her legs again. ā€œNo apologizing. Not again.ā€ She said, her eyes glistening from the light of the slowly dimming fire behind them as they looked into his.
Arcann couldn’t help in this moment but to live dangerously—Amalthea had spoken her bitter words for the man she’d loved once before… perhaps this was his chance to make a move, or maybe it was his own sips of wine making him feel bold. But… he placed a soft kiss to her finger, before taking her hand into his organic hand. Not the one made of machinery.
Amalthea’s face took on an expression of surprise. She’d caught her thoughts wandering to him earlier, and several times before tonight… but had his thoughts wandered to her in his own time…? ā€œArcannā€¦ā€ she softly said his name.
ā€œAmaltheaā€¦ā€ he spoke her name, continuing to hold the hand she didn’t let go of. The hand she didn’t seem to want to let go of as her fingers slowly intertwined with his. ā€œMy apologies… but you don’t know how much I’ve longed to give such a gesture to you.ā€
ā€œDon’t apologizeā€¦ā€ she spoke this reminder to him once more, ensuring her fingers were comfortably laced with his before leaning in to meet his lips with hers. A proper kiss was given to him, one full of loneliness and longing… though a spark of passion came with it.
Arcann’s synthetic hand came to carefully cup her cheek as their hands continued to clasp, holding their kiss that lasted for perhaps a beat too long… thank the stars no one else found them out here. This would have been too much explaining for Amalthea to do… too much explaining even with an empty wine bottle here.
She pulled away and looked at him, his blue eyes reflecting the stars around them just as her dark eyes did. ā€œThat I’m not apologizing forā€¦ā€ she was honest, not feeling even an ounce of regret.
ā€œAnd you don’t have to, commanderā€¦ā€ Arcann found that soft smile on his lips once again. His cheeks grew warmer, and not from the wine. An unexpected kiss from the woman he thought was unobtainable was enough to warm his formerly cold heart.
Amalthea moved in a bit closer, to the point where their shoulders were touching. ā€œI’m done chasing a man who doesn’t want me anymoreā€¦ā€ she said simply and softly. ā€œAnd I think I’m ready to see what else the galaxy has to offer.ā€
ā€œAnd if the galaxy offers a prince from a foreign land?ā€ Arcann asked in an almost teasing manner.
ā€œThen I might just have to consider it… with some careful thought, and maybe when sober.ā€ Amalthea leaned away from him now, moving to stand. ā€œGoodnight, Prince Arcann… thanks for the talk.ā€
ā€œRightā€¦ā€ Arcann couldn’t hide the slight disappointment he felt when she moved to stand… but perhaps he wanted to think about this without the tinge of wine in his system. Those sips for a man that normally didn’t drink were bound to make his head messier than usual. ā€œGoodnight, Commander Amalthea. Hopefully we can talk again soon.ā€
ā€œTalk. And hopefully more once my mind is made up.ā€ Amalthea threw a wink, a tease of her own before she trailed off and past the fire that had been burning out for the night. She needed to sleep on what had just happened before it could feel real.
And with this, Amalthea disappeared and just left Arcann all alone as the fire burned through the last of its wood.
Arcann sat there in the ambience of the woods for a long moment and thought about what just happened, his fingers on his organic hand tracing his lips as he looked out on the stars one last time. Maybe he was making a wish on them… a wish that Amalthea would come around on him more than it seemed she already had.
Only time would tell if this would happen… and at this time, all he could do was go and rest with the kiss he’d shared with the commander playing in his head over and over again.
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sithsandstardust Ā· 1 month ago
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Should I post my outlander/Arcann fic I wrote last night…?
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sithsandstardust Ā· 1 month ago
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Well. I’m back into SWTOR deeply again.
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sithsandstardust Ā· 5 months ago
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Theron and his cowboy boyfriend, Bramble šŸ™‚ā€ā†•ļø
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sithsandstardust Ā· 6 months ago
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Walt - Lieutenant Officer of the First Order
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This is my daughter who was born without a brain (she likes to kiss Kylo Ren)
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sithsandstardust Ā· 6 months ago
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Looking for Star Wars Roleplayers for a F!OC X CANNON!
Hello! I’m Rach, a 22F in EST looking for someone to roleplay as Kylo Ren for my OC X Cannon! All interested participants must be 18+, preferably 20+ as I allow mature and dark themes!
I have 10+ years of Star Wars roleplay under my belt and I’m more than happy to play other characters to carry on any stories you wish as well!
I’m willing to roleplay on here but prefer discord :)
If you’re interested please dm me here or leave a comment so I can reach out! Or friend me on discord, @/topazteatree
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sithsandstardust Ā· 6 months ago
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Hello everyone please take this :3
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sithsandstardust Ā· 9 months ago
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Talos deserves all the love in the galaxy, and Faawn makes sure he gets it šŸ’•
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sithsandstardust Ā· 9 months ago
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Made a new smuggler last night named Jinx! A cathar with a love for chaos šŸ’•
Psssssst: if you’d like to follow her journey, Jinx is currently being played on a run through for my twitch which is TopazTeaTree! :P
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sithsandstardust Ā· 9 months ago
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They love being strange and peculiar and finding artifacts together as husband and wife
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sithsandstardust Ā· 9 months ago
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sithsandstardust Ā· 9 months ago
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Amalthea has a BROTHER!
Meet Ambrose, her older and non-force sensitive brother who is the heir to the Ismiro family’s throne and fortune!
Ambrose has never really gotten along with his sister, since she was born about five years after him he has to be an adult with a teen sister for a good while of his life, and now that she’s 24 and he’s 29, the two fight more than ever. But they love each other deep down.
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sithsandstardust Ā· 9 months ago
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I’d like to add, if anyone would like to RP with me then feel free to dm me!! :D although I would prefer to keep it to people over 18 only because I’m 21, nearly 22!!! Even if the RP is 100% SFW I would just prefer to have other adults, it would be more comfortable for me!!
Does anyone here on SWTOR tumblr still roleplay…? I’d like to use my OC Amalthea in roleplay spaces but it doesn’t seem like Star Forge has any community for it anymore :<
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sithsandstardust Ā· 9 months ago
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Does anyone here on SWTOR tumblr still roleplay…? I’d like to use my OC Amalthea in roleplay spaces but it doesn’t seem like Star Forge has any community for it anymore :<
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sithsandstardust Ā· 1 year ago
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Updated Commissions Information!
Hello everyone! Here is my most recent commission information! Reblogs are very much appreciated 🩷
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You can contact me here or Twitter @/NightsongAylin to commission or for more information!
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