#kaliis gilwraeth

[gergthecat]

Nobody:

Me, making a typo while writing:

Please tell me someone gets this

[zila-madran-unnofficial]

no bc that part in the beginning of AB that's like

Auri: damn, i hope im not making Kal too uncomfortable by touching him all the time, i hope this isn't moving too fast for him Kal: We have not even kissed yet, void, this is literally torture

[athunderstryke]

Renaissance Au with Auri and Kal (loosely inspired by Alphonse Mucha's art style)

[starfish-sonnyangel]

kal flirting with the girl he just witnessed smear two fully armed soldiers across the wall like toothpaste, disable the power on an entire GSA ship, strangle his fellow legionnaire, crush titanium walls like paper, contain an ancient unknown telekinetic superpower without being quiet sure why and how to use it, and kill one of the most dangerous animals in the galaxy without touching it makes me incredibly concerned for his general well-being, and is also so sweet !! #lovewins

[fool-of-a-triceratops]

Aurora Cycle characters as the captions of my saved snaps

Tyler *to Scarlett*: Sad beige room for sad beige underage drinker

Scarlett: Girl help I'm delusional with fever

Auri: Tried to use one of those character AIs to talk to Legolas from LOTR and he immediately threatened to kill me if I didn't leave. Can't say I'm surprised tbh.

Kal: When your friends are too cowardly to be left alone in the dark but are still doing underage drinking

Zila (like two months after the end of AE): Lately I've been consuming salsa at such a rate that I think I've actually altered the local grocery stores consumer data.

Fin: *Series of funny facial expressions*

Cat: Seven people in a car only one of us is wearing a seatbelt what could go wrong

Saedii: Just told my brother it was 4:30 am and he believed me lol

Nari: I'm really on a roll tonight (I forgot to take my meds this morning)

Anyways ooooOoOOoo I'm doing necromancy on a mostly dead fandom

[auri-ace]

😭 sorry not sorry

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

[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.

[ipoxcky]

SQUAD 312 AND MONOPOLY HCS

canonically, it would take place at the end of chapter 7 of aurora burning. what if instead of frennet, kal, fin, auri and scar woke up z and ty, and the gang played monopoly?

finian would be praying to the maker each turn. he would always land in the community chest or chance between 3 hotels when he’s broke and he'd be like “maker, i’m not sure what i’ve done to deserve this, BUT THANK YOU🙏🙏🙏”

tyler would be a stickler for the rules. always enforcing them and then reading them verbatim whenever they got violated. he could SENSE whenever you landed on his property and owed him rent. HE WOULD FEEL IT BRO

tyler would almost own an entire color set—but scarlett would buy the last one missing and would refuse to give it to him bc she’s j evil 😭she’d always get what she wanted though because her deals would be perfect

zila would be like almost insane because she’d try to stop herself from calculating the probabilities of any one property being landed on and basically ruining the “game” aspect of it for herself…she would be the banker but even those calculations wouldn’t keep her at bay 😭

kal would be put on a team with aurora, and even after studying the manual for like two hours beforehand he would still whisper to aurora occassionally like “aurora, what is an ‘avenue?’” “i am not the best with syldrathi economics, let alone terran. however i am fond of war strategies. if this auction allows things to get physical, i will get us that property, be’shmai.”

“so, these false credits will allow us to purchase these false properties when it is our turn? we have to roll the ‘dice’ to determine those odds? well, fate can only decide that…that is the objective? i see. this terran game is quite fascinating.” (side note i’m so mad that i didn’t write this down as soon as i thought of it at 2am bc i had the PERFECT kaliis dialogue in my mind like it was so canon bro i’m fuming)

because auri’s from the actual time, she can make up any rules that she wants, so she just gaslights everyone and makes up rules as she goes “well, back in my time, people collected 500$ as they passed go. let’s play it that way. yeah, you could get passes on really bad rent if you strike a deal with the person. if you roll doubles you can roll again, but if you roll three doubles you go to jail.” 

[fin-de-seel]

I need an Aurora Cycle show so bad it's not even funny

Idk what's happening with the one that was announced but I'm hoping it's still gonna get done

Has anyone got any fan casts or any specific hopes/ideas for the show? I'm curious so let me know lol

[thelorekeepersblog]

Auri: Self care is breaking into a spacecraft and launching yourself into the void.

Kal: May I suggest a Soothing Bath instead?

[auroracycle-enjoyer]

Scarlett: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Kal: I'm a knife. Auri, from across the room: He's the little spoon.

[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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Legacy Chapter 1

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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.

[zila-madran-unnofficial]

Tyler: my faith is called the universal faith because it is followed by all the religious people Finian: Ty and i are the only religious ones on the squad Cat: crazy how there's only 1 religion nowadays but that's just the way it is kal and the rest of all syldrathi, blatantly having a different religion:

[catalyst-and-chaos]

squad 312 as brooklyn 99 gifs

Tyler:

Scar:

Fin:

Cat:

Kal:

Zila:

Auri:

Saedii:

[starfish-sonnyangel]

i hc that post-AE since auri and kals minds are so locked in (bc stfu jay kristoff) that their dreams kinda bleed into each other sometimes, especially when they’re sleeping near each other. so auri has the wildest dreams where it’s basically just her brain shitposting all her old earth experiences as dreams do and kal wakes up and is like what the actual fuck just happened. like you know those dreams that have absolutely no plot whatsoever and literally nothing that happens has any valid reason behind it? yeah that.

omg no she’d have a nightmare abt being chased by a killer clown or smth and he’d wake up in a cold sweat like WHAT WAS THAT ready to square up LMAO

it would happen the other way around too where kals dream kinda bleeds into auris mind and he wakes up and is like sorry abt that and shes like “no it was nice being tall for once”.

[misssclumsy]

*Currently so MUCH obsessed with aurora rising*

Be'shmai, can you hear me ?