#aurora jie lin o'malley

[starfish-sonnyangel]

(!major aurora cycle spoilers!!!)

my hot take of 2023 is that i know canonically auri looses all her powers at the end of ae but in my mind she just keeps like a beta version of them where she’s not quite as powerful and literally god-like as before, but her power doesn’t hurt her when she uses it and she’s still able to sense people minds/communicate mentally. so like eshvaren lite, and ofc she uses it to assist the syldrathi as they rebuild their community and culture from the ground up. bc im soooo fed up with authors taking away strong female leads powers *cough cough sjm COUGH COUGH* at the end of a series i could write a book about how overplayed and lazy it is to just strip away a female characters powers after the main conflict of the plot is done as if we can’t trust/imagine her going on to use those powers on her own accord instead of being forced into using them by some figure/event. it makes that character feel so one sided like their value as a person outside of that power is invaluable, instead of using that power to further develop who they are as a person. also to open up all the potential in her and kal being able to communicate telepathically just to throw it all away three chapters later was an actual crime. like y’all better lmk next time you see mr kristoff (bc I just know he was behind that plot point) because i have a warrant out for his arrest and a passion for my cause. ANYWAYS idk if any of this made sense (bc I wrote this at 3 am after waking up in a cold sweat) but i rlly appreciate you coming to my tedtalk <3333 #justiceforterrifyinglypowerfulauri2023

#SORRY FOR ALL THE RUN ON SENTENCES LMAO #i had a lot on my mind #aurora jie lin o'malley #aurora's end #aurora cycle #kal gilwraeth #I’m ngl that whole ending felt kinda half done like ops all that buildup and all we had to do was give the rahaam a lil pep talk!! xoxo #and remind them abt the power of friendship ofc

[gergthecat]

Legacy CH 2 - Lae POV

The singing corpses haunt me, my body gasping, shocked, convulsing in a curled-up ball in my chair. In a moment of procedural clarity, I unclasp my seatbelt and tumble cumbersomely onto the floor, the cool metallicity providing some calm as I lay my cheek against it. I can hear blood rushing to my ears, and I feel wet drip from my face onto the floor, sweat turning into tears as I tremble. Rationally, I know what’s happening. I’m having a panic attack, but the rational part of my mind is having a difficult time peaking through the cloud stupor coursing through me. 

In my haze, I hear Dad’s voice calling out to me in the halls; he must be able to hear me. 

Coughing raggedly, I rasp his name while I watch through my periphery as he spots my pitying form, dashing up to me.

He grasps my arms and pulls me into an embrace, one I’ve always found comforting and congenial; now utterly lacking. My harsh breaths are marred by the shirt I’m inhaling into, trying with all my gusto to explain why the hells I’m falling apart like this.

Some wild gesture must have worked, though, because I see the blurry figures of two of his operatives stride wearily towards the window at my frenzied request, and keel back when they catch sight of the—

I vomit again, luckily missing most of my dad and adding to the abstract portrait I’ve constructed with my bile.

“HolyfuckingMaker,” the Legionnaire I now recognize as Jayce Krin spurts, placing a tentative hand on the wall next to her head. 

My head is clearing, the hysteria seemingly going as quickly as it arrived. Dad hoists me up by my underarms as he used to do when I was young, keeping a hand at my elbow to stabilize me. He cranes his neck, gaping when he catches what we’re all rocked by.

“That would explain the lack of response,” he mutters, stepping over my vomit and placing himself carefully in my flight chair, not bothering to buckle in.

He expertly disables the alarm sirens, and the remaining panic dissipates swiftly, my shoulders slumping in relief. I was taught to always approach a problem from a level-headed and grounded place, and that feels more feasible now that I’m not sobbing on the floor. 

“Lae,” he starts, though we both know what he’ll be asking, “Are you—”

I cut him off, “I’m fine, Dad, I swear. I’m coming with you.”

He peers at me for a moment before nodding gravely and turning back to the console, entering a few commands and then standing up, motioning for us all to follow him.

His subordinates eye me carefully, no doubt having heard of my excellence, only to find me rolling on the floor in a rather sorry state. I just roll my eyes; they can think whatever they want, but that doesn’t mean they’ll be correct.

“Docking bay was left open,” Dad explains as we meaner into our pods, me into Dad’s as his flyer.

“By whom, though?” I say distrustfully, strapping into my spot. 

I’m sure that, as I look around, there’s got to be some sort of hands-off communication system in here, and my suspicions are confirmed when I hear a crisp voice come from the ceiling, “What the hells does that mean; by who? I’d assume the dead people.”

Dad butts in, “It’s whom, and there’s no reason to assume that. There must have been someone else on that ship at some point, so what’s to say they aren’t still there?”

I don’t hear a response after that, smirking lightly as my dad and I share a look.

Launching out of my Chimera, his Legionnaires pulling behind us into triangular formation. 

We shift into the docking bay cautiously, smooth in formation just as I was taught, when out of my periphery, I watch Cassian shoot off into the Fold, leaving our two ships, the only whisper of its remnants; the soft glow of debris in its wake.

Dad notices this, glancing worriedly in my direction before he yells out to Jayce, “Get ahold of him, please!” The little flashing dot signaling its location now vacant from my set.

The response from Jayce comes quickly, verifying what we both already know, that for some stupid reason, that Legionnaire has made some dumb decision, and of himself; an enemy of the Legion. I’ve heard enough of my parents’ stories to know that that is not the most brilliant idea. 

As though a thought from the Maker Themself compelled them, the bay doors snap shut ricketily, certifiably shutting us into the deathtrap. Dad does the smart thing, as usual, and radios command, letting them know that this is no longer a silly situation and is now a real conspiracy. I always used to love hearing my dad’s stories about when he was younger, a fresh graduate on the run from every government body everywhere, ragtag group of friends and such. Every time, though, after he’d finish telling me about some close call, he’d remind me that although it seems cool and valorous now, at the time, he was bruised beyond recognition and living off of crackers and spite. That’s kept me on the straight and narrow most of my life.

When he’s done talking with De Stoy, Dad turns back to me and says sternly, “I want you to get out of here, Kiddo. This is real stuff, and your mom would kick my butt from here to tomorrow if anything happened to you. I’m serious.”

“I’ll be fine, Dad, I’m the best flier in my year. I grew up with you, for Maker’s sake. I’m not a little kid.”

He peers at me for a moment more, “You can stay here,” he points to exactly where I’m standing, “No moving at all; you need to be able to get out of here. I’m serious too.”

I raise my hands in surrender, “Deal.”

He just nods once, piercing me with what I can only call a parental warning, and walks out of the port and onto what could very actually be enemy territory. It comes to me, rather embarrassingly late, that he clearly doesn’t think it’s too big of a threat, though, because the damn bay doors are closed. 

I’ve waited for ten minutes when Dad’s voice echos in our pod, “Lae? Open the doors, please.”

I do just that, leaning over to the button from my chair, turning my head in the direction of the hall he’ll be coming from when I hear fraught voices speaking in Syldrathi.

“Dad? Is everything okay?” I can hear his calm responses as he links me assuringly. When he pulls around the corner, I see that he is followed by three Syldrathi women, the youngest looking maybe sixteen, and the oldest well over fifty, though it can be hard to tell. The elder one has something familiar about her, which I dismiss when I notice that she’s covered in blood as just the fact that there aren’t many Syldrathi at the Academy. She looks at me for a second, and almost seems shocked, and when I glance at Dad, his expression mirrors hers.

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Sorry this chapter took so long, life has been very hectic lately and writing went to the backseat for a while.

#the aurora cycle #aurora rising #aurora burning #aurora's end #tyler jones #saedii gilwraeth #finian de karran de seel #scarlett jones #aurora jie lin o'malley #kaliis gilwraeth #lae gilwraeth jones #evalie gilwraeth o’malley #dariel jones de seel #fanfic #legacy by gergthecat

[serien-grl-22]

Actual footage of the Gilwraeth-Jones family :)

#i swear i tried #put all my art skill in this #aurora cycle #tyler jones #fantasy #saedii gilwraeth #aurora rising #young adult #scifi #lae jones #auroras end #aurora jie lin o'malley #kal gilwraeth #family #jay kristoff #amie kaufmann

[what-life-im-a-fangirl]

Scarlett: *watching the news* Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today! Fin, Auri, and Saedii: *enter soaking wet and covered in ink* Fin: Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

#incorrect aurora cycle quotes #incorrect squad 312 quotes #squad 312 #aurora cycle #aurora rising #aurora burning #aurora's end #scarlett jones #tyler jones #finian de karran de seel #finian de seel #aurora jie lin o'malley #aurora o'malley #auri o'malley #saedii gilwraeth #kaliis gilwraeth #zila madran

[queenie-of-stress]

Seven deadly sins as Squad 312

Tyler, Pride: he’s the son of Jericho Jones, the Golden Boy, #1 Alpha in the Aurora Legion, practically the Admiral’s son too, he takes pride in who he is and what he can do, he has never come up with a bad plan because someone can fix it, he’s in the right, he is right, and don’t try to tell him otherwise

Scar, Lust: she can seduce any man or woman, she gets what she wants, her boyfriends are a collection, each one a tiny piece of fun, an ally to get favors from with only sweet words. she was born to be a Face, diplomatically is just her lust funneled to a job, she doesn’t need sex or a kiss to get you on her side

Cat, Envy: she wants Tyler to love her and say it, she wants to be his dance partner for undercover missions, she wants to be a stronger fighter like Kal, she has the spirit for it but she’s not Syldrathi, she wants to know the numbers and answers like Zila but is no genius, she wants to be more,

Fin, Sloth: he wants to keep going but Maker, it feels good to not. To just float in zero-g doing nothing at all. Let his body rest it had done enough, let his mind rest, they have been running long enough, let him sleep and float and not do anything at all.

Zila, Gluttony: hungry for knowledge, always wants the answer no matter the cost, she needs to know, no knowing means death for the others, for herself.

Kal, Wrath: the enemy within, he shoved his blood-thirst down and now it’s overwhelming, he wants to hurt and kill and get revenge for his mother, for his people, for Auri, for Cat, he wants to kill his father, the Ra’haam, and so many more

Auri, Greed: wants more power, wants more time, wants her family, her lost things, wants Kal, she always wants more

#aurora jie lin o'malley #tyler jones #scarlet jones #zila madran #finian de karran de seel #kaliis gilwraeth #cat brannock #auri #kal #aurora cycle #seven deadly sins #squad 312

[writinginstardust]

Lessons in Love

Pairing:  Kaliis Gilwraeth x Aurora Jie-Lin O’Malley

Request: anon asked for prompt 137 - do you know how beautiful you are? - from the prompt list I made

Warnings: me not having written in like 2 years, completely random and inaccurate Syldrathi

A/N: Who thought I’d actually ever get anything written again? I sure didn’t, but here we are! I’m not ‘back’ or anything but I randomly felt the urge to finally finish this after starting it months ago so hope ya enjoy!

Word Count: 910

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"Aurora?" Kal's voice was distant, familiar and comfortable but muffled to her distracted senses. She should have been paying attention - she was the one who'd asked for these 'lessons' after all, but her focus was being pulled away. She was studying his soft lips while he spoke, transfixed at how they formed the unfamiliar Syldrathi words. They had a melody that Auri had always loved, especially in Kal's voice and when he'd whisper soft sentiments he'd never translate just to tease. They made her heart flutter every damn time.

"Aurora." Still nothing. Kal smiled a little at the dreamy look in Auri's eyes, realising her mind had wandered somewhere. Auri, for her part, was indulging in a memory of that sweet smile pressing messily against her own last night when they'd snuck out of that fancy party and hid away in a closet just for a little privacy. She'd felt like a proper teenager for the first time in forever and the ridiculousness of it after everything had her in fits of elated giggles. Kal's smile had been brighter then, Auri's own carefree joy utterly contagious, but the one she’d zoned out staring at now was no less beautiful. There was nothing less than perfect about him to her smitten heart.

"Be'shmai, have you heard a word I've said?" Kal chuckled as Aurora's eyes cleared just a little and she shook her head, biting her lip in a failed attempt to suppress her grin. Guilty but not in the least bit apologetic. Kal merely sighed, his voice laced with exasperated affection.

"You have to pay attention if you wish to learn."

"Easier said than done."

"How so?"

“Kal, do you know how beautiful you are? It’s quite distracting.” Colour rose in Kal's cheeks at the compliment and a wicked edge slipped into Auri's grin. It was exceptionally pleasing to fluster her usually calm and composed warrior and Auri had gotten incredibly good at it. "Please, continue. I promise I'll be good and pay attention." Doubtful. And they both knew it. Kal had an idea that might encourage her to focus a little better though.

"Okay, well, is there anything, in particular, you wish to learn?" Auri thought for a moment before remembering a few phrases she'd heard from him several times before. Phrases he'd always blushed at and refused to translate whenever she brought them up. Kal almost choked when she asked about the first of them. She'd been able to take some educated guesses on the meaning since Kal only uttered it in very private moments but she wanted to know.

After several long moments, while Kal gathered his composure and Auri stayed silent, offering no out on him answering, it was her turn to be the flustered one. Kal had decided it was rather unfair to be the only one teased and flustered and quite easily got his own back by swallowing his embarrassment and answering her query. Turned out the words he'd groaned in her ear all those times were surprisingly filthy, adoring beyond belief but absolutely filthy.

Auri sat still, wide-eyed, and flushed in front of him and any embarrassment from admitting the things he'd said in those vulnerable out-of-control moments was quickly washed away at her reaction. Eventually, her eyes cleared once again and she gazed up at him, still a little astounded. Kal decided to press his advantage a little. It was rare for the tables to turn like this after all.

"Anything else you would like me to teach you?" Auri's eyes darkened a fraction and Kal felt his face heating again a little as he realised how suggestive that had sounded. She didn't bother acknowledging it though and simply asked about some of the other things he'd whispered to her in the dark. Some of them were filthy but others so sweet and adoring that Auri swore her heart stopped. Kal answered all her queries with only minor hesitations while a blush raged on his cheeks until Auri was finally satisfied, her memory of Kal's sweet Syldrathi nothings running dry.

"Are you content now, Be'shmai?" Kal asked with an attempted teasing smirk.

"For now- oh!" Auri's eyes lit up at another memory before frowning as she struggled over the words. "ish'la ambres'dai siy Syldra ai'mlent esk somi'sal da'ir selai reis mani'shai."

Kal's pause was much longer and deliberative than before and Auri sat quietly as she watched until finally, he opened his mouth to speak.

"It does not translate perfectly, but it roughly means: my love forged eternal by Syldra's light I lay before you, my heart and soul forever bound at your mercy. It's the promise we make when we commit ourselves to our life-love." At Auri's dumbstruck look, worry slipped into Kal's expression and he quickly continued. "You do not have to accept the commitment, I do not wish to pressure you for anything, it is simply the most honest way of explaining the way I feel about you and-"

Auri's lips against his own abruptly cut off his words and he relaxed into the sweet but brief touch before you pulled back a fraction to speak.

"ish'la ambres'dai siy Syldra ai'mlent esk somi'sal da'ir selai reis mani'shai." She stumbled over the words but the message was clear enough and Kal stilled as he opened his eyes to meet her adoring gaze. "I love you, Legolas," her sweet smile took on a hint of impishness. "'Til the stars burn out."

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Tag Lists: (Hope you guys are still wanting to be included)

Everything: @wonderfilledness @writingbychelle @adoreyou976

Aurora Cycle: @aurising @an-ironic-pisces @disaster-gay-in-a-nutshell @ireallyshouldsleeprn @disaster-bi-in-a-nutshell

#aurora rising #aurora cycle #aurora jie lin o'malley #aurora cycle fanfic #kal x aurora #kal gilwraeth #kal x auri #kalora #kalora fanfic

[bluebellcandies]

Had a dream about the Aurora Cycle, I'm taking it as a sign to reread the series

I also just started reading Into the Pit and it is SO. GOOD

#aurora jie lin o'malley #aurora cycle #aurora rising #aurora burning #aurora's end #into the pit #fnaf #fnaf art #five nights at freddy's #fnaf into the pit #fazbear frights #my art #traditional art #sketch #art #artwork #my artwork #sketches #my sketches #lunarian art

[auri-ace]

😭 sorry not sorry

Changed mascot to communications because I'm not gonna do Scarlett dirty like that 😤

#the aurora cycle #aurora rising #aurora burning #aurora's end #aurora jie-lin o'malley #kaliis gilwraeth #finian de seel #finian de karran de seel #squad 312 #tyler jones #scarlett jones #zila madran #ofcourse we must joke about cat dying #aurora cycle

[malpractisingstr8]

that one monopoly meme but u can tell i haven't drawn in ages and my proportions aren't their best and i still haven't figured out the best way to take pics of trad art

#aurora rising #tyler jones #scarlett jones #cat brannock #auroro jie-lin o'malley #zila madran #finnian de karran de seel #kaliis idraban gilwraeth #aurora cycle #fanart #my art #art #squad 312 #harri's doods

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 6 Group 29

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

Squad 312: Tyler Jones, Scarlett Jones, Cat Brannock, Zila Madran, Finian de Seel, Kaliis Gilwraeth, Aurora Jie-Lin O'Malley

Fatui Harbingers: Childe/Tartaglisa/Ajax, Aleccino/the Knave, Pantalone/Regator, La Singnora/the Crimson Whitch of Embers/the Fair Lady/Rosalyn, Sandron/Marionette, Scaramouche/the Balladeer/Kunikuzushi, Pulcinelle/the Rooster, Columbina/Damslette, Il Dottore/the Docter/Zandik, Pierro/the Jester, Tsaritsa

Submissions are still open!

Squad 312:

Their love for each other literally saved the universe by teaching the enemy what love truly is, they fought tooth and nail to get back to each other through time and space, they call each other family in canon, and they love each other so much!!!

Fatui Harbingers:

they are the power of villains but their all friendhips,,, they all are broken and evil have done horrifiying things and society hates them and yet they stil chose to be with eachother. scaramouse was a broken puppet who was discared from his mother and they took him in and dottore fixed him up, signora was so trauatized by her husbands death that she magically spouted flames and her mother/the tsarista gave her a cryo delution so she wouln'dt die, ajax was 14 when he fell in the abyss for 3 abyssal months/3 days and when he came out he was like a little bloodthirsty gremlin and theyve watched him grow up fro like the past 6 years and papanelle is so fr. and columbinas a furey yrder gremlin nd shes the best i love her so much.

#tumblr polls #poll #polls #tournament poll #found family #found family tournament 2023 #tumblr tournament #tournament #Squad 312 #the Aurora Cycle series #The Fatui Harbingers #Genshin Impact #Tyler Jones #Scarlett Jones #Cat Brannock #Zila Madran #Finian de Seel #Kaliis Gilwraeth #Aurora Jie-Lin O'Malley #Fatui Harbingers #Childe #Tartaglisa #Ajax #Aleccino #the Knave #Pantalone #Regator #La Singnora #the Crimson Whitch of Embers #the Fair Lady

[transcowgirlslut]

my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😝 this strain is called “Hadfield Disaster” 😳 you’ll be zonked out of your gourd

me: yeah whatever man I don't feel shit

me, 5 minutes later: I swear this unconscious girl just moved me across a hanger with her mind

my twin sister, Scarlet, pacing: the GIA is lying to us

#is this anything #the aurora cycle #aurora rising #scarlet jones #tyler jones #auri #aurora jie-lin o'malley

[starfish-sonnyangel]

like yes kal was completely and utterly obsessed w auri in every way shape and form but can we talk abt what a freak auri was in aurora burning

“but looking up into his eyes, I realize I want him to burn me. I want to feel him pressed against me again as he sets me on fire.”

MISS OMALLEY you have known this man for five days, calm down 😭😭😭

#my inner dialogue when im ovulating #she was real asf for that tho ngl #me judging as if i wouldn’t have been 10 times worse if i was in her position #judging bc im jealous 😭😭 #if i was in her boots the end of chapter 20 would’ve happened much much earlier thatsallimgonnsay- #aurora cycle #aurora burning #aurora jie lin o'malley #kal gilwraeth

[gergthecat]

Legacy CH 1 - Lae POV

My alarm is blaring; my head is throbbing, and I can’t find my academy jacket. I’m glad that I set my alarm to four AM, because there is no way I’d make my morning flight call otherwise. I find my jacket on top of my hamper lid in my bathroom, and I pop a few painkillers before heading into the kitchen for breakfast. My dad is humming along to “I Wanna Lick Ya (Lollipop)” and my mom seems to be rolling her eyes out of her head.

“Do you really think that’s appropriate for a father to sing in front of his child?” I say as I slide past him to the fridge.

“Hmm,” I realize my mistake a second too late, “I wouldn’t know. Saeds?”

“Do not involve me.” 

Dad constantly tells me about his father, a stark contrast to the menacing silence that falls whenever I mention my mom’s. I suppose it is a touchy subject, especially because she betrayed him just to be with my dad, though I don’t blame her. All I really know about him is what articles and books I’ve found online, which mostly detail him as a genocidal kink in the ribbon that is Syldrathi history. Not an easy dinner topic. 

With my golden braids slashing behind my back, I snatch a yogurt cup from the fridge's top shelf and race out the door.

Dad yells from behind me, “Fly safely!” 

I roll my eyes. When I chose the Ace path, I thought my dad would be disappointed that I wasn’t following in his footsteps, but he was weirdly happy about it. I’ve asked him dozens of times, and each was dismissed with a different nonsense answer. Mom seems to know, too, though she obviously doesn't like it--one of their many secrets.

I bolt down the Legion halls, taking the same swift turns I’ve been doing my entire life. Just as her door comes into view, Evalie quietly slips out of her home, brandishing her signature Brain Jacket. She turns to me, tucking her bobbed silver hair behind her round ears as she links her arm through mine.

As we walk, she starts with the usual spiel, “Cuz, you’ve got to let me give you a makeover; at least pierce your ears.”

Evalie takes after our Aunt Scar in that when she sees someone needing fixing, she won’t let it go until they yield. I’ve accepted that I inherited my Dad’s signature lack of pizzaz, yet she never has, and it’s led to a decent catalog of skirmishes in the Legion’s battle sims.

“I mean, look at you, you're gorgeous, you look like no other Syldrathi, like, ever, but you are utterly boring.”

“Maybe I like being boring! It’s inconspicuous.”

 One thing I did not inherit from my dad, however, was the ability to look pedestrian. On the surface, he seems like every blond Terran ever, save for his eye. If I can reduce my likelihood of being recognized by simply being plain, I’m doing it.

“Yeah, I’m sure Uncle Ty was super apprehensive about being inconspicuous as he was courting Saedii.”

I roll my eyes. My parents are weird.

We slow down in front of Dariel’s door, awaiting his orthodoxically prompt arrival. As we walk, arms bound at the elbow, he details his morning, both his parents half asleep on the couch when he began making breakfast. Dariel becomes more and more like Dad every day, though that is to be expected when he’s the only other Alpha that Dariel knows. 

The fork in the hall comes, and Dariel and Val turn left, leaving me to make my way to the flight sim hangar alone. The door guard greets me as usual, standing aside as the door slides open with a quiet whoosh. I strap into my jet and shoot off into my portion of vacuum. Watching the beginners in their Chimeras gives me deja vu, and perhaps recklessly, I shoot off into unregulated space, just as I used to do with Dad when I was a child. Being the child of a galactic chevalier and the scariest woman alive certainly has its perks when it comes to bending the rules, especially because when he was a youth (approximately one thousand years ago), he found Aunt Auri in a random hole and inadvertently saved everyone’s asses. 

I think of this as I glide through aerospace, leaving a clean trail of molten asteroid debris behind me, when my scanner picks up a mayday signal. I’ve answered a few before: all young Aces overestimating their competence in space unsullied by our cleaning bots, and change my direction to find them. As I get closer, the signal grows stronger until I can glimpse the outline on one of my twenty-seven screens. It doesn’t look like an academy ship, too angular and bulky, almost like one of the cargos. Only, we are hundreds of klicks away from any cargo port that I can think of; I used to wait by their huge viewing windows when my Dad still did fold-missions.

This ship is massive and looks as though it was constructed entirely with shrapnel and a few pieces of fold-grade platinum here and there, like one of the model ships that Uncle Fin and Valie used to make out of old tin cans and scrap metal when she was younger.

I ease up on the side as quietly as I can, now certain of what I’ve gotten myself into: looters, pirates, probably here to sell my own Legion-Class Chimera for some credits on Sempiternity and then bounce. I’ve never been there—Dad would have a heart attack—but from what I’ve heard from Uncle Kal and the academy’s safety lessons, the folk of Sempiternity are not the type of people with whom I want to engage.

As I’m reaching their port, I expect a few fighters to shoot out, readying my weapons launch for defense, but they never come. The signal just keeps blaring, red light flashing on the display without any means for me to understand what is actually happening.

Regaining my sense of the value of my life, I radio my dad, his face filling the screen in front of me just after the first ring.

“Hey Kiddo? What’s up?” His face betrays worry as he notices the glaringly obvious signs that I’ve done something inadvisable. I can feel it, too; the sweat on my face cools my cheeks, and I feel nauseated the same way I do before an important test.

“Something’s wrong,” I ramble as I attempt to make the most sense out of what I’ve seen, Dad’s eyebrows furrowing more and more throughout my recount.

“Sounds to me like pirates. Send me your location; I’ll be there soon,” I watch as he hurriedly alerts his legionnaires of my situation before ending the call. I drop a quick message his way:

DAD OF DADS

                  Just outside of reg territory, maybe 200klicks?

Ok, just told your mom, she said serves me right for letting you fly out there. Got back-up on the way. Sit tight.

    Only way I CAN sit in this effing shithole.

Don’t swear.

Whatever

Against my better judgment, I decide to get closer. The more I look at this thing, the closer I feel to the realization that something is seriously weird here. The engines are off, and through the plexiglass window, I can see a chaotic display of overturned furniture and smoldering metal. The reason this hunk of metal looks so battered is because it’s taken a serious beating. Looks like the type of vacuum missiles that the ATF uses, which only does to worsen the churning in my stomach. Until, changing perspective, I see a pile of charred Syldrathi bodies. That does it for me, and I swiftly turn around, barely making it before I vomit my yogurt onto the shiny aluminum floor. Their necks are slit just below the chin, and fairly deeply, causing the gaping holes in their bodies to resemble mouths, wide open. 

I don’t know how long I’ve been shaking before I hear the docking request alert and see my dad’s flight number. With a shaky hand, I press the accept button and watch through the cams as he pulls in, two smaller ships behind him. As I stare at the open docking doors, the images of all those people flash in my head, necks agape and covered in caked deep purple blood.

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Legacy Chapter 3

Masterlist :)

#fanfic #the aurora cycle #aurora rising #aurora burning #aurora's end #saedii gilwraeth #tyler jones #legacy by gergthecat #aurora jie lin o'malley #kaliis gilwraeth #scarlett jones #finian de karran de seel #lae gilwraeth jones #dariel jones de seel #evalie gilwraeth o’malley

[auroracycle-enjoyer]

i hc that auri totally gets migraines even after the events of aurora cycle. our girl got an ancient cosmic entity (entities?) implanted into her head and then she pulled all of it out of her head to smack another ancient cosmic entity (singular) hundreds of thousands of light-years across space. give her migraines !!!

the amount of comf that could come from this Also brings me joy. kal pat her head a lot (short girl) (touching heads means a lot to syldrathi) (very cute). pat head even more if it hurts? yes yes give me more.

there is literally no way that she would escape the gaining mental powers and then losing mental powers without a little bit of migraines! give her migraines!

#this post is brought to you by the migraine i had last night and then i woke up at 1 am and still had it. #this is Not how my migraines usually happen it was Scary #aurora jie-lin o'malley #aurora o'malley #kal gilwraeth #i love how obviously im projecting onto auri here LMAO #the aurora cycle

[what-life-im-a-fangirl]

Aurora Academy Cadet: *starstruck* Wow, what's it like working with Squad 312? Saedii: Imagine working with completely civilized, responsible, and mature people. Cadet: Okay... Saedii: Nothing like that.

#incorrect aurora cycle quotes #incorrect squad 312 quotes #squad 312 #aurora cycle #aurora rising #aurora burning #aurora's end #aurora jie lin o'malley #aurora o'malley #auri o'malley #tyler jones #scarlett jones #finian de karran de seel #finian de seel #zila madran #saedii gilwraeth #kaliis gilwraeth #aurora academy #aurora legion #jay kristoff #amie kaufman

[something-nostalgic]

yall why isnt there more aurora cycle fanfiction

like specifically auri/tyler. like i know its not exactly a POPULAR take but like... come on... no content at all??

#aurora cycle #aurora rising #aurora burning #aurora's end #tyler jones #aurora o'malley #aurora jie-lin o'malley #its so weird i feel like it was so popular on tiktok #and then outside of that ecosystem it just #disappears