anyone mind giving a full rundown on this ‘space riders’ AU I’ve seen
I realized I had some designs from an old ‘draw the first idea that comes to mind’ phase (long story, mostly unrelated)
and I’ve seen this ‘Space Riders’ AU here and there with people adapting their various poppy playtime OCs (mostly smiling critter OC line ups though I saw one example of a employee/angel/butcher being adapted )
and while I could go in guns blazing
I’d rather learn before I start doing that
but instead of just browsing the tag I’m asking in hopes someone answers cause as of typing I’m multitasking so I can’t and my attention span is pretty small at the moment so I’ll likely forget to do it later
short version
I’d like a rundown on the AU so I possibly can adapt my OCs (and unfinished ideas) into it since I’m sorta only just now getting into the ‘make your own smiling critters line up and put them in 20 different AU’s’ phase everyone was a few years ago
if anybody does it’d be greatly appreciated
edit: just telling me to look at the creator’s page is not helpful since I’ve looked over it twice and found no explanation closest thing was a FAQ about dumb questions they got,
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what if Bubba brought Johnny with him to the entities realm and he ended up staying and you could send him questions at this ask blog? Why am I asking this weirdly specific question?
A/N: Apparently I'm continuing this? I don't know.
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She had never known darkness. Astraea was the Lady of Stars; where she walked, starlight followed in her wake and yet she was in darkness. She didn’t know where she was or how she had come to be there and, for the first time in her existence…she was frightened.
She forced herself to calm before she truly began to panic. She needed to remember where she was, what had happened. It was important, she knew it.
Morpheus.
She felt the panic begin to return, along with the searing pain in her chest. She knew the wound had not actually been dealt to her, but to The Dreaming itself. Its King had been severed from it and where he once stood there was a gaping, bleeding hole that she could feel in her very being. She had never felt such pain in all her existence, and she wished with all her might that it would ease, that he would come and save her from this wretched darkness.
But no one came.
Slowly, so slowly that she didn’t even notice at first, the darkness began to recede, and she could breathe once more. Light began to seep in, and she became aware that she was in a bed. Someone sat nearby and she forced her eyes open.
“Morpheus?”
Her vision swam and solidified into the pumpkin headed form of Merv.
“No, my Lady,” he told her sadly. “Just me.”
“How long?”
“A few hours,” he reported. “I should tell Lucienne you’re awake.”
He hurried out the door as she sighed.
“I don’t sleep.” She pointed out to no one.
A moment passed, or maybe an eternity, and the door opened to admit the Royal Librarian.
“My Lady, you’re awake.”
“I do not sleep, Lucienne,” Astraea pointed out once more. She didn’t know why, but it was important that they understood that she did not sleep and therefore was not awake as she sat up. “Where is the Dream Lord?”
“Taken, my Lady,” the other woman told her. “Held by mortals in the Waking World.” She hesitated. “Can you find him? Bring him home?”
“My paths exist only in The Dreaming,” she replied with a shake of her head. “I could walk them until the end of time, but I would never find him. Dream of the Endless has been severed from his domain. Can you not feel it?”
Lucienne’s eyes went to where Astraea still clutched at her head and shook her head slowly.
“No, my Lady,” she admitted. “I did not even know something was amiss until you appeared in the Throne Room. You told me he was gone and, shortly after, Jessamy arrived, telling us of his capture.”
“Is she still here?”
Lucienne nodded and Astraea swung her legs over the side of the bed.
“Take me to her.”
~.~
Dream’s Raven sat on his throne, waiting for her.
“Is he alright?”
She didn’t mean to blurt out the question but, in that moment, it was the only thing her heart cared about.
The Raven inclined her head.
“He is whole and alive,” she reported, “but I hesitate to categorize him as alright. The mortals have taken his tools and locked him in a binding circle. He can still reach me, but it is difficult for him.”
“How can we free him?” Lucienne demanded. “The Dreaming cannot survive without him!”
“The wound caused by his capture will grow.” Astraea agreed. “If he does not return to heal the damage, The Dreaming will begin to fall.”
“I can travel between the realms, but I am not strong enough to free him,” Jessamy said. “Perhaps one of the others – “
“No,” Astraea cut her off. “The Endless are not supposed to interfere in the affairs of their siblings without being invited in. Even those, such as Death, who would be inclined in our Lord’s favor would not risk his ire by interfering. Our King must free himself and we must do all we can to ensure he has a kingdom to return to.”
“How are we to do that?” Lucienne demanded. “Lord Morpheus is the heart of The Dreaming. It will start to crumble without him.”
Astraea could feel the path calling her. She had remained still for too long and she knew she would be forced on her way soon. She closed her eyes, seeing in her mind how the path she walked joined The Dreaming together and knew what she must do.
“I can do it.” She told the others softly. “I can hold The Dreaming together. The path I walk connects me to the fabric of this realm. It won’t be as strong or secure as when Morpheus is here, but I can do it.”
“My Lady…” Lucienne said slowly, “it will be painful for you. You are not meant to be the heart of The Dreaming and we have no way of knowing how long you will have to hold.”
Astraea could see the path, feel it calling to her, and she knew that her eons of walking had worn it into The Dreaming itself. She and it were a part of the realm, far more than she had ever known. She briefly wondered if this was why she had been set on her path in the beginning, for this very moment, but she let the thought fade.
“I can hold,” she told Lucienne, “for as long as is required. Jessamy, you are the only one of us who can traverse the realms. Do what you must to free our King.”
“Of course, my Lady.”
The Raven took flight and disappeared a moment later.
“My Lady – “
“I must begin my trek anew,” Astraea interrupted the Librarian. “The path calls me.”
“Be safe, my Lady.” Lucienne said softly and Astraea gave her a small smile.
“You as well.”
Astraea took a deep breath and took her first step.
Pain worse than anything she had ever felt tore through her body. The Dreaming fought her, resisting her attempts to draw it to her. The realm knew she was not its master and so it resisted her call. She took her next step and it almost drove her to her knees. Tears streamed down her face as she took her next step and the step after that. She was going to tear apart and nothing she could do would stop it…
So, she let it happen.
The Dreaming ripped her apart at the very base level of her. She no longer had form as she flowed down every path she had ever trod. She was everywhere, all at once. She was nowhere. She stepped forward and found it was easier this time. She stopped fighting to continue on the path she had always walked and allowed The Dreaming to take her where it willed.
Her steps became must easier after that even as they were still just as painful. The Dreaming was willing to let her continue, but it knew she was trying to stand in a place not meant for her. So, she endured the pain and walked the path set before her, just as she had always done, and she held.
It was not perfect. The edges still crumbled but, with every excruciating step, she held the framework of The Dreaming together. She walked and walked and walked until every step felt like broken glass and still, she walked. She walked until she lost herself completely. The Lady of Stars was gone; all that was left was the path.
And still, she walked.
Time had no meaning, not that it ever really did. She had been walking a million years; she had barely begun.
And still, she walked.
She no longer believed it would ever end. She remembered that she was waiting for someone to return, someone who would save her from this torment, but he is long lost to her. She thought he used to talk to her and that she enjoyed his company, but his face, his voice, it was all gone. All there was was the path and never-ending pain.
And still, she walked.
“Well met, Lady of Stars.”
Astraea (for that was her name, she remembered now) screamed as arms wrapped around her, every touch upon her skin like a knife. She screamed and screamed as the arms held her tighter, pulling her back together.
And then it was over, and she could open her eyes.
“Morpheus.”
The King of Dreams smiled softly down at her, and she began to weep.
“Rest, little star,” he told her, lifting her into his arms. “I have returned, and it is time to rest.”
Astraea closed her eyes, safe in the knowledge that he would allow no pain to reach her in his arms, and let herself slip once more into painless black.
me listening to earlier TMA episodes: haha lol funny how they just conveniently happened to turn the tape recorder on right at the moment of that useful plot point lmao
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The OA (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Prairie Johnson | The OA/Hunter Aloysius "Hap" Percy
Characters: Prairie Johnson | The OA, Hunter Aloysius "Hap" Percy
Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary:
Hap wants to take a photo of the markings on OA's back, but their feelings for each other quickly make this a very complicated and confusing endeavor.
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I made a little GIF for the UNUSED script in DELTARUNE's gamefiles. I plopped it in the main steam folder, the chapter specific folders, and the save folder, which covers every unique folder dedicated to DELTARUNE as far as I can tell. Obviously I'll never get a response, but when someone calls for help, it's only right to try and do something, even if the only thing you can do is scream a response into nowhere.
Text from the image, more waffling, instructions to engage with the metanarrative, etc. below the cut:
I DON'T KNOW IF YOU CAN
HEAR THIS, BUT IF YOU CAN!
KEEP THE FOLLOWING IN MIND:
SOMETIMES YOU CAN BE HEARD!
SOMEONE IS ALWAYS LISTENING!
YOU ARE BEING SEARCHED FOR!
YOU WILL BE FOUND!
WELL WISHES FROM ELSEWHERE!
I tried to make it obnoxiously bright and flickery to improve its chances of being seen. I've labeled the filename an abridged version of the text, in case the lost stranger can read that but not see the GIF itself. I wrote in all caps because the goal is to SCREAM AS LOUDLY AS POSSIBLE into the nothing as I can.
If you'd like to join me in engaging with DELTARUNE's metanarrative, take my image (or make your own, if you want to yell with your own voice) and drop it in:
