#gilded space riders au

[truelazymaker]

I ended up redesigning Asahi to match the aesthetic of being a cultist. He still refuses to wear a robe though. He only uses his jinglebell grenades to spread the red gas faster during invasions and is second choice in combat. His main choice of combat is now his fists and claws after being able to use his inherited powers from his late mother (A space rider that specialises in inhumane strength). His fingers are permanently stained with the blood of all the Space Riders he had killed from his rage and hatred.

His lore has changed as well, he now has a great hatred towards Space Riders. The reason for it was that time he witnessed a crew of Space Riders (Will not specify which crew though, let's say a random one he hasn't seen or heard of) defeat his father and capturing him after. From there, he developed a hatred to all Space Riders because they took the only person that genuinely cared and loved him.

He thinks of the cult as his family, he would cook meals or make snacks in secrecy and give it to cultists that he knew of. He became addicted to the red gas in order to calm himself from his own rage. Once he is in full effect of the red gas, he often hallucinate of being his younger self, he felt much happier that way.

Without the red gas effects:

Without the mask:

[Thousand yard stare]

And something random, his thoughts about the other cultists:

Gilded (belongs to @qxurugosk): He admires Gilded, he is always attentive whenever they gave orders or commands. He doesn't complain or question the tasks they gave to him. They are one of the cultists he leaves meals or snacks anonymously from time to time.

In simple words, he admires them as his higher up and is very much obedient to them.

Mrs. Unnamed (belongs to @fishy0bishy): He often mistakes this cultist with his late mother, so he frequently had to apologise for it. For most of his life, he had little interactions with his late mother before she passed away. So, she was the closest to a mother figure to him. She is also one of the cultists he makes a meal or snack for and gives anonymously.

In simple words, he thinks of her as his mother but seems too indenial to admit.

Lazy Priest (belongs to @novalizinpeace): He thinks of her as his older sibling, she is the unfortunate one to be the first person to witness him drop his act and become all childish for half an hour before apologising to her for another half hour. She always get the short end of stick when it comes to his tantrums and raging about not being allowed to maul a Space Rider to bits.

He thinks she finds him annoying, so he compensates by giving her some of the meals and snacks that he makes anonymously.

He still wholesome despite being a villain huh-

Space Riders AU belongs to @onyxonline

(I forgor to do oop-)

[poppy-playtime-fan-ocs]

Dream and Gilded first meeting

This is how I would imagine them meeting, at the gala. Also, it’s my first time using this style of comic so enjoy.

Gilded belongs to @qxurugosk

Space Riders AU belongs to @onyxonline

[lavendersartistry]

My Queen

Space Riders AU - @onyxonline Eve Ewe - @lavendersartistry Gilded - @qxurugosk

This fic is for onyxonline's Space Riders AU, this time with a alternate reality in the mix! This fic is mainly centered around Quru's cultist OC Gilded and my OC, Eve Ewe! Please check Onyx and Quru out, their work is super cool!

Do note that this is non-canon to Eve's story in Space Riders, a "what-if" timeline! Want more context? Here!

"If I go with you, I betray my family, my friends... my home.."

Eve shifted uncomfortably in her father's throne, her glare at the cultist softening as she looked down. They were correct, she was holding back what she was. But it was never her fault.

Gilded simply chuckled, stepping closer to the princess.

"Yes, I am afraid that is true. But would you rather waste away, not knowing what you could truly be? Never living the freedom you so desire?"

They stepped closer to the throne, more close to the princess. A tempting aura fills the room as they gently lift her chin for her to face their mask.

"I can give you that, your freedom. If only you would let me in, I will ensure that your home and your family would be safe."

Despite fearing the outcomes, Eve lightly blushed at the cultist's gesture. The Prototype is the enemy, this cultist is the enemy. She can't betray those she loves.

But... her freedom, the ability to be herself and still be a queen. No longer to be chained by the words and orders of that pathetic elderly council.

If she was going to play their game, she had to be smart.

"I will join you. But on one condition only. No red smoke, let me be a queen and follow your god as myself, not someone addicted to a gas that will make me lose my mind."

Gilded softly tuts, impressed by her. They let go of her face and step back. They bow before her.

"Consider it done, my queen."

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"My queen? You seem upset. It's unlike you, for your beauty to wrinkle like this."

Eve, dressed in dark red, calmly turned with a sigh. She was lost in thought, lost in the memories of the past.

"Gilded... if I had said no to you, said no to my life... what would become of me?"

The cultist walked closer and draped a cloak over Eve.

"Well, you would rot away on that throne to be what that council wanted you to be. Along with that, your freedom and your choice would be forgotten."

Gilded tilted her head, just like they did in the past, looking down at Eve's ocean eyes.

"But I saved you, you're free now. And you're a gorgeous queen."

They softly touched Eve's hair, letting it fall from their hands. Eve watched closely, then looked back up at Gilded.

"You're right... I-I'm free, I'm myself now. How can I repay you after so long?"

Gilded simply chuckled and gently held her hand to their masked face, the white eye of their mask looking down at Eve's eyes.

"All you may do is allow me to call you my queen."

[fishy0bishy]

silly scenarios

Mostly did this to draw ocs Merrit hasn’t interacted yet! (Gimmie (pls) ur ocs to draw Merrit wit them)

also Space riders Au is by @onyxonline!

Gale (by @qxurugosk) and Merrit!

and TeaTime with Thorn (by @infinite-hearts-333) and Merrit!

[no-sleep-fox]

Mission: do not get rizzed by the enemy.

Mission status: failed miserably.

Just Arctic being unintentionally rizzed up lol 👍

Gilded — @qxurugosk

Space Riders AU — @onyxonline

[onyxonline]

Another lovely message

I just want to let all of you know how greateful (grateful? thnaksful. WIRHBGHRBGWR) i am at how much all of you guys are super into the Space Riders AU, like it brings me absolutely great joy and glee seeing all of you just go absolutely apeshit with your own creations. The fact i was able to create an open world and seeing you guys find your way to contribute in your own way makes me extremely happy!

I look forward to more interactions and losing braincells with you guys! (or we can always bully Gilded simps/j/j/j/j/j/j/j/ platonic pats qxuru)

[iamconfusedandishallscream]

(I forgot how to Ibis paint)

“Hello? Crafty? Bobby? Do you read me?”

Dogday heard a young voice on the other side: “I’ve got them. They’re recovering from the red smoke cloud I dragged them out of. I had to beat Gilded to a pulp before I could.”

“Who are you?”

“I’ve never really had a name, but my friend calls me Nova. Or she did before my asshole of a creator decided she needed to be sacrificed as soon as possible. Now I’m just doing everything I can to spite him.”

“Oh. Well, could you tell me your location?”

“Hold on, I think there’s more cultists coming. I’m going to go find a secluded area to set off my flare thingy. Once you pick these two up, I’m gonna race in.”

“WAIT, HOLD ON.” Nova stared at the walkie talkie.

“I’m waiting.”

“aren’t you affected by the red smoke?”

“kinda? I’m able to resist the effects though.”

“how about you stay there and stay in the ship once we get there?”

“why? I know these people and their plans. I know their movements, their attacks, and I can deal with the red smoke! I need to be there! Plus, they killed my friend and I’m still mad.”

“Well, could we at least do a check up to make sure you’re alright? Also could you put the flare up?”

“Alright. I’ll stay in the ship. Putting the flare up now.” She lit the flare at the top of the building.

“Good! We’ll be there in a moment.”

Space riders au belongs to @onyxonline

[furineta]

Florentina already has six outfits - what.

Space riders AU- @onyxonline

This is Florentina's outfit from her backstory✨

And also..

..

Just simple sketches that I drew because I have a lot of time -! Merrit- @fishy0bishy , Zelda and Dogstar(Sparky)- @fandomssvetlanafrom , Gilded- @qxuiara

Me right now:

Хочу мороженое...

[starastarship]

Had to do it while I still could

Merri- @fishy0bishy

Gilded- @qxurugosk

Space rider AU- @onyxonline

[truelazymaker]

*cough**cough* Lighting and shading study.. Yes.

👀

Gilded belongs to @qxurugosk

AU belongs to @onyxonline

Referenced from this:

[moonspiritleaf]

Space Riders AU by @onyxonline

Merrit went from simping for a chicken to simping for a fucking priest of the Prototype.

Merrit belongs to @fishy0bishy

Gilded belongs to @qxurugosk

[lavendersartistry]

@qxurugosk so about me drawing Gilded in this-

casually trying to figure out how to put this much detail in the sketch im plotting

Space Riders AU - @onyxonline

[fishy0bishy]

Mission upcoming

AN:after a minute of bringing up Mrs.Unamed and at one drawing I did of her and Merrit fighting reunited I wrote a little something leading up to that fight (long way of saying I wrote Merrit lore.)

also all of North’s crew is here! And Gilded!

Start of something bigger.

It was a cozy evening and Lizzy was wandering about and stumbling on Merrit in her lab making and testing some Filter soil but before doing or saying anything Merrit pauses and goes “Goggles and coat before doing anything in here”. 

Lizzy rolls her eyes and puts on the gear “what did ya parents told you to do the same thing beforehand?”

  Merrit smiles and nonchalantly goes “Nope never knew them. But my grandma and my other caretaker did” 

Merrit pointing at two photos on a bulletin board. One image is of two tiny elderly women, one a ferret and the other a possum. But the other photo is blurred by a drink spill stain but Lizzy could still make out ferrets one with creme colored fur and the other brown colored.

  Lizzy blinks at the photo and turns saying “wait what? You don’t seem like a person to have as trauma as everyone else on this ship.” Merrit exclaims and shakes her head

 “Woah woah it’s not like that. I just never knew them and I don’t mind it. All I know is that they’re space riders so I assumed they were always busy” 

“But wouldn’t you see them even when you became a space rider?”

“Someone is getting curious are we? You can ask poppy when we’re at HQ”

“We’ll I’m just say-“

Before the conversation (or questioning if you will) continues North interrupts by loudly knocking on the door and yells “Mission time! Suit up we got a big boss on our hands!” 

 Both Merrit and Lizzy look at the other and they go to the halls removing their Lab gear and Merrit going to her locker to change up and Lizzy leaving with north but a time skip and the whole crew is meeting up and discussing plans. the first to speak up is Zane “i heard we have a big boss what’s that about?” North smiles and leads by excitedly going “I found a lead with the cult and I’ve tracked down a High ranking member! There’s no photos of her, not a lot of information well except that she leads supply raids from our docks and only seen a total of 2 times within 22 years that she’s appeared and apparently there’s a urban legend about her!”

 “Woah she’s pretty tough and sneaky if there isn’t anything about her!” Jaz exclaims and stares at an artist rendition of the woman. A red cloaked figure with a twisted smile and crème colored ears sticking out the hood. But North nudges Lizzy’s shoulder and asks “Hey you were a high member ever seen them. If you don’t mind answering of course.” 

“A please would work but sure-“ Lizzy looks at the photo and her ears raise up and turns back to north pointing to the photo going “you do know who you’re dealing with? I dunno if the urban legend said something but she’s crazy scary. Even I didn’t get buddy buddy with her.”

They all stare at Lizzy till Zelda breaks the silence and tells North “what’s the legend about? Can’t be that bad.” 

“Well from what I gathered from Poppy apparently this lady used to be a space rider. A very honorable one as well. And she had a husband who’s was a medic in the crew she was in but he also disappeared but myth states they had a child but I couldn’t find anything on files dealing with Rider disappearances. Except the crew Zane’s mother was in. The room immediately goes quiet and they all give each other looks but Merrit speaks up “are we even qualified? Sure we are B+ rank but this woman is maybe a S rank cultist. And remember what happened with Gilded.” 

  Jaz teases Merrit and North by saying “oh the cultists that Merrit has the doki dokis for and the one who whooped North?”

 “Jaz this is serious.. but yeah you’re right…But let’s head out crew we don’t wanna lose track of this woman” “oh changing the subject so quick boss? Sunny remarks as the meeting ends with everyone nodding their heads and the crew leaving to their bikes flying to the upcoming red filled planet.Lizzy and Sparky waving bye waiting for their return. 

Meanwhile Mrs.Unamed with a treat left by a certain kitsune (cough cough @truelazymaker )

All Ocs Belomg to the listed!:

NorthHeat(@north-heats-stronghold) Lizzy and Sunny(@novalizinpeace) Jaz(@fanofanythingsblog)

Zelda and Sparky(@fandomssvetlanafrom) Zane(@moonspiritleaf) And finally Gilded(@qxurugosk)

And this Au Belongs to @onyxonline!

[schattenschreiberin]

This took a lot longer than the first one

I don't know if I want her to have any special powers. For now she's just gonna beat people up with a fancy metal stick if she has to fight.

(And I'm one of them Gilded Simps @qxurugosk and I imagine this to be hilariously ineffective against them)

Space Riders AU by @onyxonline

[qxuiara]

Space Riders Au waaaas certainly something. Do I plan to return to the PPT fandom and get my OCs back there in track? I'm not sure, but it's a possibility I'm allowing as an option. I really do want Gale, Gilded, and Topaz back, but until then? It seems like a different canon au approach for them will be needed.

If you were previously fans of them, then sit tight, since I might talk about them in this blog.

[unstoppableforcce]

forever

a santiago garcia regency valentine’s day fic

pairing: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x reader (regency-ish au)

this is for @waatermelon-sugaar as a part of @sergeantkane valentine’s day fic exchange !! the secret is over, here it is, I truly truly truly hope that you enjoy !! trying my hand at something fluffy and somewhat historical was fun, I hope it turned out to your liking, I really do !! (honestly, pride and prejudice was a big inspiration here lol one of my favorites)

His hands. 

The most casual extension of himself. A simple handshake, a gentle touch to ease you up a step, a fleeting touch as he maneuvered through a crowded room. A resounding comfort even when he had to hold himself back, refrain from touching you the way he truly wanted to. An overwhelming strength in his grip, keeping you steady as you slipped, holding you tight when he feared you may float away. 

His hands were everything that he was. Firm and resolute. Soft and comforting. Gentle when needed and unbreakable otherwise. 

His hands were a bridge, a tether to the man you loved no matter how much distance he was forced to keep. But in the end, his hands weren’t enough. Stolen touches across the candlelit rooms of reverie, soft gazes cutting through the half-light… it could sustain you, but you didn’t want to be sustained. You just wanted him. 

All of him. 

The moonlight sparkled across the spread of tousled bed sheets that just couldn’t hold you anymore, you couldn’t speak to exactly what woke you from your gentle sleep, but you could feel it in your chest, something urging you from the artificial warmth of the linen, urging you to the very real chill of the night that seeped in through the gilded window. Starlight cascaded down around the field just beneath your seat on the window sill, midnight dew covering the greenery with a floating cloud, a pillow of soft you would sink right into. Tightening the silky edges of your robe over your shoulders, you leaned into the chill of the glass pane separating you from the twilight beauty, watching with a careful stare. Not just admiring the beauty, but watching. Waiting. 

Waiting for something, you didn’t even know what, but you could feel it in your chest. The quiet promise wrapped its way around your heart, beating gently beneath your skin, echoing in your chest until you had no choice but to listen. 

A promise of what? You truly didn’t know until you saw the fog break, surrendering to the speed of the horse and rider cutting through. 

The man you loved. 

Why bother with tossing rocks for your attention when he had it the second you locked eyes on the familiar crest of his shoulders and tuft of his curls atop his head, damp with the evening fog he fought through. You wanted him. You needed him. 

And his hands caught you the second you ran out to him, drowning in the heavy excess of fabric you had thrown on in the rush that compelled you to his side. Firm as they gripped you tight to the warmth of his chest, soldier-like precision to the way he held every inch of himself to you. Soft as they trailed in gentle paths of loving heat up and down your back in ways they never could with so many eyes following you in the daytime. His hands held you tight, reiterating the unspoken promise that kept a torch lit in your chest all this time, that he loved you, that he always would. 

No matter how many wars they sent him to fight, no matter how many battles tore through him. Santiago loved you, and that was the most important thing. 

The only important thing. 

“I’m sorry to wake you,” he sighed out, the simple tone acting as a glass plane itself, letting you see straight through him. Letting you see the way his heart glowed for you. “I just had to see you.”

“I was already awake.” Waiting. Waiting for you. 

“Ride with me, will you?”

You couldn’t agree any faster, your head nodding furiously before the question even fully escaped his lips. 

It didn’t matter how long the journey was, nor did it matter how cold the night was. Twists of a midnight wind began to curl and spiral around the two of you as his horse picked up speed, but it didn’t come close to penetrating the pocket of warmth you had constructed around the two of you. Your hands held tight around his center, a connection of warmth keeping a flame lit deep within each of you, feeding on the love that overflowed from each of your hearts in the mere presence of one another. As long as you had him, had him right there to touch, had his hands reaching back to hold yours when the ride slowed to an occasional trot, as long as you had him, nothing else mattered. It never would.

The cottage was small, practically non-existent in comparison to the estate he had pulled you from, but it might as well have been a palace given the awe that struck you the second your stare landed on it. Tucked back into the woods, it wasn’t too far from the trickling stream and pond of croaking frogs, you could even hear it as the horse slowed to a stop near the door, the drips of the creek as it filtered through the rocks and forest, the bellowing barks of the toads who sat alongside it, awake in the midnight light. 

Santi hopped off first, slow on his battle-worn legs to land with an easy thud, and in the same second, he had his hands extended for yours. 

His perfect hands. The hands that sustained you. 

You had been his one and only for years, even if only in stolen glances and illicit passing, but you still felt a spark when you slipped your hand gently into his. Every touch was a burning ember, ready to start a new fire, ready to keep you warm for a lifetime. 

He carried you down off the horse, carried you all the way inside the small cottage as your eyes fought the shadows cast by the moonlight for a glimpse of the hidden beauty of the modest home. Twisted vines spiraled up the sides of the cobbled stone walls, a garden of flowers flanked the simple pathway he led you up, and small patches of grass, mere sprigs really, shot up between the stones he stepped carefully on to avoid the mud, individual beauties, each little breakthrough. And as he led you inside, the beauty only grew, no longer hidden in the twilight shadows as Santi began meticulously lighting each candle, one by one, until the one room cottage was drowning in the golden glow of it. 

A bed, a kitchen, a fireplace he had burning the second he got the last candle lit. You had never felt so warm, this was everything you needed. The perfect space and him. 

Each move of his hands and you fell even more in love with him. 

“It isn’t much…” his sullen tone nearly knocked the wind from your chest. It wasn’t much, but it was everything, he had to realize that, didn’t he? 

You whipped around, coat still settled snug over your shoulders even as the room began to heat up, the fire running the midnight chill away, and found him sat back against the little wooden table, holding a beautiful bouquet of natural, hand-picked flowers in his hand. The vibrant colors were overflowing from the small tie of ribbon he had holding them all together, all your favorite colors, all wild, so different from anything you had ever been gifted. Unique. Perfect in his grip. 

“I don’t know… It’s mine now, it’s ours, if you want… it isn’t much--”

“Santiago…” you cooed, padding gently across the room until you found yourself inches from him and his sullen stare, directed down at your feet like he feared your reaction, feared he wouldn’t find the electric smile that currently lit up your face. “It’s perfect.”

Your fingers slipped delicately around where his held tight to the gorgeous bouquet, easing his grip until you were sharing the light weight between the two of you. They were everything you had always wanted. 

He was everything you had always wanted. 

“Santiago, you’re perfect.” 

He had a smile that rivaled the moon on its brightest night. 

“Santiago, I love you more than anything.”

That was all he ever needed to hear. 

He wrapped his hands carefully around your waist, drawing you in as close as he could possibly hold you, leaning in to share your breath as the warmth of his forehead nuzzled gently into yours. This was the future he wanted, no more dancing around each other under the unbearable weight of prying eyes, this was what he wanted, he wanted to hold you close and never let you go. He wanted to have you until the end of eternity, this close, no outside eyes, just the two of you. 

His hands traveled up with that same soldier-like, careful precision he applied to everything he did, holding at the base of your chin, against the back of your neck, keeping you close, close enough to bump your nose against his as he watched your eyes flutter shut. 

It was just a kiss, a simple kiss, nothing you hadn’t shared with him a hundred times, but this was different. It wasn’t a stolen moment, it was a whole moment, it wasn’t hidden in a hallway, shadowed by the light of too few candles, it was well-lit, bright and free. It was loving, and gentle, not rushed and hushed. 

He loved you. He loved holding you, he loved kissing you. He loved you and he wanted to love you forever, just like this, just the two of you. He pressed kiss after kiss to your lips, holding you close, as tight as the moonlight began to fade and the gentle touches of morning sun began to slip through floating white curtains that covered the windows. 

“Will you stay?” He hummed as he held you from behind and watched the early morning fog settle gently across the vibrant green grass of the expansive fields stretching just outside the small cottage. “Will you stay with me? Here?”

“As long as you’ll have me…”

“Forever.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, intertwining your fingers with his where he held them flat across your stomach. 

This was exactly the forever you wanted, the forever you wanted with him. This place was perfect, he was perfect, everything was perfect. 

“I love you, Santiago,” you sighed out gently, letting your head fall back against his shoulder as you traced over his knuckles gently. “I love you with my whole heart.”

“You are my heart. My whole heart.”

And you would be. For an eternity. As long as you had him like this, with his hands wrapped around you. His perfect hands.

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