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swtorramblings · 2 years

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Had a student complaining today about their uncomfortable chair.

Don’t judge me for where my mind went. It’s Tuesday.

#tirall tuesday

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empress-aurylia-solaris-tirall · 1 year

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Nothing better than Tirall Tuesday!❤

#arcann #eternal empire #swtor #my beloved

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ilum-dreams · 3 years

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Tirall Tuesday

“Calm your angry heart beneath the waves of fate”

#swtor #ilum swtor #star wars the old republic #swtor screenshots #my swtor #tirall tuesday #arcann #senya tirall #wrath and ruin #kotet chapter 1 #voss

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scionprotector · 5 years

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#Tirall Tuesday #Arcann #Because pretty poses are pretty #SWTOR

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jarael · 5 years

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One Sweet Day

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For the first time in almost a week, Senya can breathe easy. There is still a sharp pain in her heart though.

Was the Commander really right?

She felt pain in her daughter’s last moments. She felt her own regret, her anger at herself. She thought she felt Vaylin reach out to her before she drew her last breath...

No, surely her daughter hated her too much. That was her mind playing tricks on her.

Arcann was still avoiding eye contact though. He insisted he was fine, but she still felt a trickle of pain in his soul.

Senya felt something wet on her cheek, and her throat was clenching. Lana told her that the Jedi believed that Force users became one with the Force when they died. She had been raised to believe in an afterlife--that the strongest would be rewarded for their victories. The Sith did not concern themselves with the afterlife, while some Mandalorians believed in something not far off from what the Old Ways taught.

She had heard of a machine on Belsavis. Of certain rituals...

She would be with Vaylin again, if only to apologize.

#swtor #fanfic #tirall tuesday #Senya Tirall

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sapphic-sith · 6 years

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Oh look, I found more art for Tirall Tuesday.

#my art #vaylin #senya tirall #brooke kinbo #my oc #tirall tuesday

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lamiakan · 6 years

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Arcann’s loving look @aearyn

#I love Arcann's expression here #tirall tuesday #it's wednesday here but maybe somewhere it's still tuesday #arcann #my screenshots

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insufficient-focus · 6 years

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I don’t know what I’d do without you

#swtor #tirall tuesday #arcann tirall #he's so sweet here #nathema conspiracy cut scene

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missisjoker · 6 years

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He is dead.

Arcann stood still in his royal chambers, thunder rolling over the Eternal City the only sound breaking the silence.

The twins have always loved thunderstorms, with gushing winds and pouring rain and lightning that made Thexan laugh with excitement. They would rush out of the palace into the fields, running through the mud and slashing rain, pretending to be two young dragons soaring in the sky, diving and chasing each other, far up in the clouds and away from their Father’s reach.

And then, of course, exhausted but happy, they would crawl into the bed and under the heavy covers, cuddling closer as the cold air rolled into the room. Arcann loved those moments when Thexan would wrap his hands around him and let his warmth sip into Arcann’s bones, making him glow from the inside. He couldn’t get enough, he could never get enough of that warmth…

And then it became more. Neither knew when or how it happened, but friendly touches lingered, bodies gravitated closer, and fingertips gave way to lips… Their bond sang, radiating light and strength and hope as they kissed, as they touched, as they... How…how could such a beautiful thing be a perversion? They were two parts of a whole, and all they wanted was to become one again…

Until Arcann killed him.

Arcann chocked down a sob; it’s been almost five years, but the pain, the guilt, the loss never went away. His rage, his blind stupid anger rid him of the one person who loved him the most, and the constant reminder was ever present – a bloody, festering wound of a butchered bond tagging him into the void where Thexan’s light once shone brighter than supernova. Now all that remained was howling darkness.

He followed his father obediently in stupor, breaking down much later, when the horror of his doing finally caught up to him. He wailed, begged, crawled up the walls, prayed to all gods old and new but the walls stood solid and the gods remained silent. He was relieved of all weapons after another “fit”, but it didn’t stop him from clawing his veins out with the robotic hand and bleeding out, hoping to join his brother again…

Heskal came in and spoiled it all. “Even death must be earned”. “Did he earn his death?” “He paid for his weakness.” “He was protecting the Emperor...” “Are you truly that stupid? When does ever the Eternal Emperor need protection?” Arcann wanted to wipe the smug smirk off the Scions face but couldn’t even lift his arms up, only braving up not to start sobbing. “You were his weakness, his ever present fatal flaw. He was protecting you.” “Liar...” “We have a holo recording, would you like to watch?”

Heskal was taken away with a broken jaw and several cracked ribs, and Arcann spent the next few moments screaming until his voice gave out. He was put in chains and locked away below the Spire, the other Scions telling him to own up to his sacrifice. “Your destiny awaits, prince, embrace it.”

His destiny lay dead on a funeral pyre. Or, at least, what was left of it.

Arcann never saw Thexan again; never got a chance to ask for forgiveness, or to say goodbye. Thexan’s body was cremated before the planet-wide ceremony under Emperor’s orders; clothes and everything else -all that Thexan once was- removed from the palace and destroyed. All except for his lightsaber (Vaylin gave it to Arcann the night before the mourning ritual; had to go over some heads, she said- Arcann smiled, knowing that she meant it). Heavy cold metal in his hand felt wrong, alien almost, as if Arcann’s flesh was not worthy… But it gave him strength. The last remaining link to the lost part of his soul kept his heart beating.

Father was immensely powerful, and he stood there in the throne room as Thexan lay dying and did nothing to help his favorite son. And he was going to pay for it.

It’s been five years. Perhaps more than that, Arcann’s lost count. He did it, he finally killed the Dragon, the Eternal Emperor, and froze what seemed to be his new “host” away into carbonite. But it didn’t fill the void. It didn’t dull the pain. A brief moment of euphoria melted away like a fog in the morning sun, because even after this victory, his twin was still dead.

The windows of the apartment rambled as the thunder hit close to the palace; Arcann looked up into the raging storm and clenched his mechanical arm. Perhaps, if this galaxy is so cruel that it would make Arcann into a monster and rip his beloved brother away from him, then Arcann will be the monster it deserves. Perhaps, he will drown his own pain and guilt and loss in fire and blood.

Because Thexan is still dead.

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Somewhere on the opposite side of the galaxy, on a cold desert planet covered in nothing but ice and ash, Thexan slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness waking up as if floating up from below dark, murky waters, unlocked his medical capsule, and screamed.

#tirall tuesday #Arcann #Thexan #kotfe #SWTOR #star wars #eternal twins #tethys-the-aquatic-sea-godness #missisjoker #my edits

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crysdrawsthings · 6 years

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