#eternity speedway

[ashtonsunshine]

No thoughts. Head empty. x

[captainrikerr5]

Ashton Irwin is part of a new band called Eternity Speedway

[caramellashton]

So I accidentally go for a 4 hour nap and ashton is... in a new band?

[edge-oftheworld]

wondering if the creativity of making music and all the things that fall into place from doing so much. processing. getting a whole 40 songs out of his head in the space of 4 weeks kind of—infiltrates to other aspects of ashtons life?? like this year so far he’s come back from sydney where he was playing a bunch of covers, he’s done some superhuman speed songwriting in the studio, bought a $500 worn out shirt, gone off grid for a bit after being Very Very Active and Talking With Fans, had a dj gig, introduced (kinda) to us his new gf, started making music with a new band, and gotten a cat, and kind of explained nothing after he was done in the studio.

which is perfectly fine and about the kind of random we’d expect from him—but the reason I say that is kind of, you sit down with your thoughts, turn them into art however slow or fast they come, end up having processed a lot more and know what you need to do to be happier basically and then it’s a scary process to go do but you know you gotta do it. that’s what it’s like for me at least, whether it goes like that for Ashton I couldn’t tell you but if he’s gone and made what changes in his life he needs to to actually feel happy and prioritise himself these last months, we can be kind about it and not too critical. because when you’re used to spending most of your time looking out for, caring for, other people that can be hard to do, and harder to explain if you do and sometimes the only way to do it is just. surprise people a bit. don’t really explain a lot as to why until your brain registers that you don’t have to answer to any of these people.

anyway, I guess all I’m saying is if he’s making changes so he’s happier I hope it’s not just me who can be proud of that. we’ll hear a bit more about what he’s doing with eternity speedway and what his plans are in time when he’s ready. we’ll hear his album when he’s ready too, and in the meantime, we get to hear him sing at least!!

[daydadahlias]

Tristan and Mac the whole Eternity Speedway show

[hopeless--hannah]

OH GOD OH JEEZ *pulls exposed nerve* IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS PICTURE !!!! SO REGULAR

[wisedreamerreview]

Its Dega Baby-final part

Monday morning came not soon enough and yet way too early.  I do not sleep well on that camper bed, even with both twin mattresses it feels as if I’m stretched out on a board. It is also not the easiest to get in and out of but today, was the last day for a while. After we were both up and dressed we began preparations for departure. Using one of the trash bags the track provided we gathered up…

[cannibalsforbreakfast]

Cruel Summer - Chapter 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: The "Eddie Munson is a speedway racer" high school AU no one asked for, but you're getting it anyways. Enemies to friends to lovers | No-Upsidedown AU | Fast cars, fast times | Reader moved from "the city" to Hawkins

Tags [will be updated as things progress]: swearing, underage drinking, dangerous driving, Jason sucks as usual, mentions of weed, light angst, misunderstandings, reader is afab, not sure if I'll have smut yet or not

A/N: Chapter 1 is already on Ao3 but here's the Tumblr version! New chapters will always be posted on Ao3 first, with a week or so delay to here.

CH1: 3,780w

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“Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning, I sit around / Trying to smile, but the air is so heavy and dry”

If anyone had asked, you wouldn’t have said car racing was something you’d be interested in. Watching hunks of metal speeding around in circles always seemed pretty pointless to you. When combined with the auditory chaos of engines and screaming crowds, and nauseating smell of gasoline and burning rubber, it had never been high on your bucket list.

Then again, neither had moving to Hawkins, Indiana. And yet, here you were: stuck in small-town nowhere for (just, you hoped) the summer. But a summer practically felt like forever to you.

And so you were at the speedway car races with your cousin, Robin. Because apparently, she said, it would “be fun” and “social” and “lots of people went.” 

You supposed you should be lucky Robin was pretty chill about hanging out with you. After all, having your city-slicker cousin practically dumped on your doorstep without so much as a “by your leave” by your parents — who had gone off to “rediscover themselves” and hopefully salvage five years of impending divorce — probably wasn’t high on HER bucket list, either. She and her parents had been more than welcoming, sticking you and your five overstuffed suitcases in the spare room on the second floor, just next door to Robin, without hesitation and urging you to make yourself at home.

If you saw Robin and her parents exchange some pointed and pitying glances, well, you’d just try and ignore them. Because they were right. Your parents clearly didn’t care enough about you to take you with them on their wild second-honeymoon or whatever, so they’d abandoned you without looking back, saying they’d pick you up in a couple months before school started up again. They thought. Maybe homeschooling had been implied as a possibility if they happened to return a bit later than assumed from…Panama? Costa Rica? Whatever warm, probably tropical, place they’d gone to. Without their only daughter. 

Honestly, sometimes you just felt the truth of it in your bones when, at the height of their marital Cold War, they’d each called the other some variant of “frigid bitch.” Only the coldest of the cold would up and abandon their offspring like that, without any evident desire to really take responsibility for them ever again. If you just wandered off at the end of the summer, got a job waiting tables in the nearest big city, didn’t bother to send a forwarding address, you didn’t think they’d be too fussed. Depressing.

The frozen atmosphere at home had gone on so long, you’d practically adopted aloofness yourself as a survival mode. What you didn’t feel, couldn’t hurt. Didn’t help you with making any friends once you’d entered high school, but it kept anyone from really bothering you for three years. The summer before your senior year was supposed to be this golden eternity of afternoons at the pool, perfecting your tan, or giggling at the local mall while licking ice creams and debating who-liked-who-liked-who. 

Not wasting away in Hawkins, a town small enough you bet you could count all of the stoplights on one hand. 

You missed the city so much it ached . Missed the dizzying heights of the buildings towering above you, missed the way the very air seemed to thrum with an energy, a beat that got into your pulse and made you feel alive. Missed the hole-in-the-wall restaurants on every street and the used bookstores piled high with more volumes than you could read in a lifetime. Hawkins was…quaint, but inside you worried if you stayed here long enough it would drain the life out of you until you couldn’t make it anywhere else. 

Not that you’d say any of that to Robin, who was babbling cheerfully away at your side as you strolled up to the local speedway just out of town. She was wearing a loose striped men’s shirt with the cuffs rolled up and jeans, despite the lingering heat of the evening. Robin, you’d come to learn, was pretty much always babbling about something or another, a natural condition that tended to get even worse whenever she was flustered or nervous. Given your tendency to listen, rather than speak, you actually balanced each other out rather well. With her, surprisingly, you felt you could be…yourself…that little bit more. Felt a bit of that icy shell melt away. 

You tuned back in to hear her say, “We’re going to meet up with Steve, he’s gotten there early to stake us out a spot. You wouldn’t think it but it can get really crowded and picking the right spot out of the sun and the dust and on the right side of the track is, like, crucial to the enjoyment factor. Steve’s a boy, by the way. He’s not my boyfriend – well, he’s a boy who’s a friend, but we’re not like that, actually he’s more like an annoying brother. But he’s not annoying, I promise!”

You smiled to yourself as Robin rambled on. Truly, you found it more endearing than not. 

“I’m sure he’s nice,” you said, cutting in so Robin could actually take a full breath. She smiled back at you.

“Yeah, he’s great. But don’t tell him I said that, I swear his hair grows an inch every time someone says something nice about him.”

You smiled and promised that, of course, you wouldn’t breathe a word. 

The two of you step up to the bored-looking teenager taking tickets, and you passed over your paper stub, slightly sweaty from being clutched in your hand. Stepping through the entrance gate, you’re immediately assaulted with the smell of deep-fried foods mixed with beer, the raucous laughter of crowds of families and teens here for an evening out. A fine dust permeated the air, making your eyes water. The track, a packed dirt oval that was both bigger and smaller than you imagined, spread out before you, bordered by some haphazardly stacked rectangle bales of hay you assumed were there for the “safety” of the crowd, though they looked anything but. You imagined any car crashing into those at serious speed would take them out easily…as well as the onlookers setting up their camp chairs frighteningly close to the barrier. 

Across the track, a small elevated building rigged with wires and a mounted loudspeaker was clearly where the announcers were situated. Tinny commentary was blaring from the PA system, but it was almost impossible to hear above the general din. 

There were mullets and wife-beaters on display everywhere. As you looked around, you noted that everyone – and you mean everyone – seemed to be dressed in nothing more formal than jeans and a shirt. You hadn’t batted an eye when Robin left the house like that, because that’s what your cousin always wore. And she’d told you to dress casual but…

“Robin,” you asked, “am I overdressed?”

She’d been herding you along the track toward one end, but at your question she glanced over at you and winced, which you supposed was answer enough. 

“Robinnnnn,” you whined. 

“What?” she protested. “I said ‘casual,’ that’s what you came out in, so I figured it was fine!”

Up until you saw the sea of daisy dukes before you, you’d thought what you were wearing was casual. It certainly was back in the city. The simple, white-and-red polkadot dress you were wearing, cinched at the waist with a plain wide belt you’d dug out the bottom of your suitcase, cute frilly sleeves sitting just below your tanned shoulders, wouldn’t have been anything your classmates back home blinked at. You hadn’t even done your makeup, besides a swipe of lip gloss! But you were rapidly getting the sense you’d have to redefine your expectations here in Hawkins. And with the swirls of rust-colored dust almost constantly permeating the air, you could already tell white was a particularly bad choice.

Oh well, you’d just have to make the best of it. And get the dress in the wash sooner rather than later. 

“It’s alright, Robin,” you reassured your cousin, who’d been worrying at her lip while you thought. “It’s just a dress. Plus, it’s not like I’ll be in any of the cars,” you joked.

“Steve’ll probably have a blanket or something you can use anyways,” she said. “He’s a dad like that. Oh look, there he is. Steve! Steeeeve! Ugh, he isn’t listening. OI, DINGUS!”

Robin waved frantically at a boy a bit ahead of you, who’d staked out a pretty prime spot on the hillside around the middle of the straightaway, complete with camping chairs, picnic blanket and cooler of what you desperately hoped was something cold. Now this is what you’d imagined when Robin said “races.” And it was comfortingly far away from the hay barrier.

The boy – Steve – raked his hands through his already artfully disheveled mop of hair and rolled his eyes at Robin. 

“Could you shout any louder?” he grumbled. “Jesus, I think the whole crowd heard you.”

“Oh don’t be such a wuss. Hey, this is my cousin. She’s cool. Cousin, meet Steve. He’s a dweeb.”

“A dweeb with charm, also known as the best kind,” Steve said with a smile, reaching out to shake your hand. “I heard you’re in town for the summer. Welcome to Hawkins – guessing it’s a pretty big change from where you’re from.”

“Um, yeah, wasn’t sure what to expect, but it’s better than I thought. Lots of nice people,” you offered him a small smile in return, a bit taken aback by the easy way he folded you into the dynamic. 

“I’ll bet,” he agreed. “First time at a speedway?”

“First time at any kind of races,” you admitted. “I have no idea what’s going on.”

“Not much too it really,” Robin said around a mouthful of beer. Clearly, she’d helped herself to Steve’s stash, but by the way he just shook his head, you got the sense this was basically normal. He silently offered you a bottle, but you shook your head – maybe in a bit. Steve did seem nice, but you weren’t quite ready to be under the influence under someone new just yet. Robin kept talking: “Cars go zoom zoom, and the one that goes zoom zoom the fastest wins. We mostly just come here to support Eddie.”

You cocked your head. “Who’s Eddie?”

“Friend from school. He’s been working extra shifts all summer, which is why you haven’t met him yet. He works down at the local body shop, races on the side. We’ll point his car out when he’s up.”

You nodded, sure he’d be nice too, if Robin’s taste in friends so far was anything to go by. 

The three of you sat, chatting amiably for a few minutes, and you felt yourself relaxing into Robin and Steve’s easy, familiar banter. They traded well-worn jabs back and forth, but there’s no heat behind them. You settled yourself on the blanket between them, tucking your skirt beneath your legs and mostly enjoying the vibe, only chiming in when you had something to say, like when Steve started to say “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” was supposedly underrated (he was wrong, and both you and Robin soundly told him so). 

As the sun finally started to go down – days were still long and hot, and all three of you were peevishly slapping at overly familiar mosquitos – the track lights finally flickered into life and it seemed like things were about to start. Robin let out a squeal, wiggling her knees in excitement. 

You were all ready for – you didn’t know, monster trucks or something? – when, to your surprise, the first line of cars that raced onto the track looked more like glorified go karts than anything else. Seeing your confusion, Steve leaned over and murmured, “They do the kiddie stuff first,” and you then saw that the drivers did seem awfully young. Fortunately they were wearing helmets.

The announcer counted down the start, and at the waving of the first green flag they tore around the track, kicking up immense clouds of gasoline-scented dust that settled over everything – your hair, your clothes, you could even see it coating the fine hairs on your arm. Gross. 

And these little kids were vicious. Not crashing directly into each other, but drifting aggressively around the turns and cutting each other off within what looked like inches to spare between bumpers. Everyone was cheering on individual numbers, and you, Steve and Robin got into it by picking your favorite car and rooting for them at the top of your lungs. After a few heats you felt your throat dry up, and gratefully accepted one of the cooling bottles of beer Steve offered. 

Beer with friends on a Friday night. Weirdly, this felt more like how you thought summer was supposed to go than you figured you’d get in Hawkins. Or anywhere. 

As the night wore on, the races of the small and mid-sized cars started to blur into each other, and you started idly wondering when you’d be able to go home. Well. To Robin’s home. 

“And nowwwww, the event you’ve all been waiting forrrrr!” shrilled the announcer.

From the back paddock where all the cars were parked, there came a grunty rumble. A vibration that made its way into your bones, your veins, the thump-thump of your heart. This was the rhythm you’d been missing, filling you up from the inside out. 

And then, the first line of proper-sized cars ripped their way onto the track, to a massive cheer from the crowd. But you weren’t even sure you could call them “cars.” Dinged, dented, and beaten back into shape, these were machines reduced to the essence of speed. Any extra baggage had clearly been ripped out – seats, radio, even the entire bottom half of the trunk was gone. What was left was the engines, the driver’s seat, and anything essential to make them go. 

They ran a few menacing laps around the track, jostling for position on the grid. 

“Look, there’s Eddie!” Robin pointed.

“Which one is he?” you asked.

“The black one, with the red bat on the hood.”

“Eddie’s always had a flair for the dramatic,” Steve clarified. 

Your eyes traced the black car as Eddie maneuvered it into the inside of the track, on the front row – “That’s a good position,” Steve clarified again. Unlike most of the other cars, which had paint jobs in varying states of peeling off, Eddie clearly kept his car freshly painted despite the risk of damage – it gleamed, pitch blank, with just the blood red of the bat leaping out of the design. From what you could see of Eddie, as he was mostly shielded by a helmet, he was also in all black. 

“I’m sensing a theme,” you muttered dryly. 

Like horses jostling for position, the cars – there must have been a dozen or so – revved their engines just behind the starting line. There was an agonizing moment of tension, where everyone stared at the red stoplight holding them in place. 

Then it winked green, the flag was waved, and the race began. 

You watched as Eddie’s car and the one on his right, painted a chipped red-white-and-blue roared to the front like bats of out hell. They gunned it down the straightaway before whipping into a drift around the curve that was so aggressive, their cars yawing onto two wheels so hard, your hands flew to your mouth to swallow a gasp despite yourself, sure they’d tip over or spin out. Magically Eddie’s car righted itself as he came out of the turn and he gunned it down the next straight, neck and neck with the other vehicle. 

The laps went by in what felt to you like seconds, a frenetic dance conducted at speed. With the razor-thin margins the two cars took the turns, you knew that if Eddie lost concentration for a nanosecond, he’d be out of the race. You blinked dust out of your eyes furiously, loath to miss a single second. Next to you, Robin and Steve were yelling – you were pretty sure Robin was just repeating profanities at this point – but you could hardly make yourself breathe normally, let alone cheer. 

There were only a few laps to go and the other car had stolen the lead from Eddie. Though Eddie was keeping the black monstrosity right on his tail, pushing himself right into the rear bumper to try and throw the other driver off. 

They made another sharp drift around a corner and, as they came off the curve, Eddie made his move, pushing the throttle to take his car around the outside of the red-and-white leader. He took the turn, hard, trying to get his nose in front of the other car’s, and this time you did let out a whimper of concern. Your heart thumped in time with the roar of the crowd, and when Eddie made it, slipping in front of his rival to cross the finish line first, you couldn’t help but sigh in relief. 

Steve and Robin were now jumping up and down and hugging each other, and you smiled at their infectious joy. 

The other cars coasted to a stop in the middle of the track while Eddie took his victory lap, waving the checkered flag from out the driver’s window. He must have spotted the two maniacs next to you, because the car rolled to a stop on the track in front of you, and Eddie stepped out from the car. 

You knew he drove like a devil, but you weren’t expecting him to look like a fallen angel. 

A strange shiver ran through you as you watched him pull off his black helmet. Long, dark curls spilled out, framing his sharp, sculpted face. Even with his bangs sweat-soaked and disheveled, he was capital H-O-T. Dark hair, dark eyes, with a plush mouth you knew was made for sin. He was everything your parents would have warned you away from, and everything you – or your body, at least – immediately wanted. 

“Be normal,” you thought to yourself. “This is Robin’s friend .”

Robin and Steve trotted down to the side of the track, and you trailed behind them, a little unsure. It was the last race of the evening, and with the entertainment over, the crowds were starting to melt away. It didn’t escape your notice that while all the other drivers were getting handshakes and back-slaps galore from their fellow racers and even some officials, no one had come over to congratulate the actual winner, Eddie, except for the three of you.

“Edieeeeee, you won!” Robin shrieked at her usual top-volume. “But also, ugh, you smell like fumes, ew no, don’t hug me.” She wiggled away from his playful attempt at a hug, wrinkling your nose. 

“Comes with the territory, Robin, you’re just gonna have to get used to it. You certainly don’t mind when I’m fixing your car for free, again . Hey, Steve, nice of the King to make an appearance.” The two boys traded fist bumps, Steve rolling his eyes at his high school nickname. You broke into a wide smile at their antics. 

Eddie’s eyes met yours, where you lingered behind, and he arched one eyebrow, his previously warm and open expression becoming more guarded, scanning you from the top of your windswept hair to the bottom of your now quite dusty flats. Your smile faded, and you resisted the urge to brush yourself off in the face of his gaze.

“Who’s this?” he asked. “Wasn’t aware we had a third cheerleader on the squad. Does little miss Dots like what she has to see so far?”

You find yourself bristling at his presumptuous tone. “I don’t quite take your meaning,” you respond stiffly. 

Eddie laughed, an open, easy sound you could have loved – except for the sharp edge to his voice. He straddled the hay bale, spreading his hands open. You tried not to look at how his black racing uniform stretched tight over his thighs. Really, you tried. 

“Come on, guys, this is a joke, right? Ha, ha, Eddie’s first race of the season, let’s get a cute little cupcake of a girl to come along, flirt a little, string lil ’ol Eddie along? Give the girl a ride to remember?”

He fixed his molten brown eyes on you. “Did someone put you up to it, Dots? Patrick? Jason? It’s the sort of shit thing Jason would do.”

By this point, both Steve and Robin were exchanging a confused glance that clearly conveyed their shared sense of, “uh, what?” But you knew exactly what. 

Eddie had taken one look at you – at your too-much dress, too-much smile, maybe something else you didn’t even know in your demeanor – and concluded that the only possible explanation for your presence was that you were a…paid escort? Hooker? Someone bribed to come watch his race and flutter your eyelashes at him, spread her legs?

You felt the usual protection of your ice queen reputation from back home freezing off any earlier warmth from your expression. 

“Someone clearly has a high opinion of himself. I’m not going to cream just because you’ve got half skills with half a car. Get over yourself. Robin,” you turn to your cousin, “I’m going back to the house.”

“It’s miles to the house,” Robin protested, nervous gaze flicking between you – fuming – and Eddie – nonchalantly picking at his cuticles, not sparing you another glance. 

“I’ll walk.” It was only a mile or so to Robin’s, and you didn’t want to spend a single second more in his company, friends with your cousin or not. Eddie’d done a spectacular job of reminding you why you usually didn’t do things that were “fun” or “social” or that “lots of people” went to. You didn’t need another asshole man in your life, your father was doing a bang-up job of that by himself. 

“I’d give you a ride, Dots, but as you can see,” Eddie gestured to the literally empty passenger seat in the stock car next to him, “I can’t.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed, whirling around and stomping off before reaching a hand up to swipe angrily at the tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. 

You heard Robin run after you. “She’s my cousin you MORON,” she called back to Eddie. When she caught up to you, you gave her a watery smile in thanks, and she reached over to squeeze your shoulders. 

New item for your summer bucket list: Never, ever see Eddie again.

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NEXT TIME: You and Robin go to a party.

[grem-archive]

pov: op's university won their first football game of the year and their goofy ahh brain took one look at the cheerleader pom squad's uniforms and said "yea so alfred..." and so op made this in 3 hours for just a small taste of dopamine and silly juice

aka local eternal grad student stole a uniform that magically fit him and stole the halftime show bc not even the marching band can outshine that smile

aka...if you recognize this football field or this uniform you already know me far too well asdkjfashdf please come remove me from the census immediately in the middle of the speedway on tuesday 12 pm

[ashtonsunshine]

from cutie pie to beast mode in .5 seconds x

[spinningbuster98]

Sonic the Hedgehog CD Ending: All action. No words

Stardust Speedway is one of those levels that you think you’d love, what with it clearly being Starlight Zone on steroids, but it just doesn’t fully stick the landing because, you guessed it, the level design is just all over the place. As a general rule of thumb: unless you’re going for the generator then stick to the lowest route since it’s the quickest and simplest. This is quite literally doing the opposite of what Sonic level design usually does but hey, that’s just how Sonic CD rolls I guess

I’ve never been a massive Metal Sonic fan per se. He’s either a non-character, basically just another tool of Eggman’s that only stands out by virtue of his concept, or whatever Heroes attempted to do with him. His design however is something that I absolutely adore. He looks straight up deadly, what with those dark eyes and spickier, sharper design that generally lacks most of Sonic’s own roundness and softness, presenting Metal as something truly dangerous and unfriendly. It’s also a pretty edgy design, perhaps the series’ first truly edgy character, a full 8 years before Shadow, yet he still follows the Classic characters’ overall design aesthetics what with his body proportions. He simultaneously looks in-line with Sonic’s world yet also unnatural to it. His boss fight is also pretty memorable and also perhaps the hardest in the game (though that’s not saying much here), which, alongside him being the one who kidnaps Amy at the starts and whose holograms you can find harassing small animals in the levels, helps to solidify him as an actual rival to Sonic. In fact, despite my thoughts on the character himself, I actually think that he makes for a better potential rival than the likes of Shadow and especially Knuckles, as his status as an Eggman robot built specifically to kill Sonic makes it easy and natural to set up situations where the two would fight without it feeling forced or stupid (just think about how, in Generations, he’s the only rival character whose fight justification doesn’t feel arbitrary, unlike Shadow “I know we’re all in a world without time but instead of trying to get to the bottom of things I’ll try to kill you now just ‘cause” the Hedgehog or Silver “but how can I know you’re the real Sonic? I know! I’ll drop a bunch of junk on your head!” the Hedgehog)

Metallic Madness is the worst stage in the game. Act 1 is fine, but Act 2 features pretty much every single issue in the game but cranked up to 11 because it’s the final level. It’s a giant goddamn mess and no amount of chibi Sonic can make me overlook this. Don’t go to the Past, I swear to God it’s even worse than the other timeframes, I always get lost in the god forsaken place. Man did Mania give this place a much needed makeover!

Fun fact: the original Sega CD version of the ending cutscene actually features sound effects at the start before playing Cosmic Eternity! I’m guessing that the later versions don’t do this because they play at higher framerates so the sound effects would be out of synch

I actually think I like the ending more than the opening: CD doesn’t have the classic all-stage medley during the credits but we actually get to see brief animated recreations of previous stages, and this is where I think that Sonic’s personality really shines, showcasing all the cute, cool and creative ways that he disposes of Badniks. I also like how, in the good ending, more specifically in the later versions, Little Planet disappears but not before emitting a bunch of sparkles that form an image of Sonic, kind of implying that it’s somewhat sentient and it’s thanking Sonic. It’s a nice way to sort of personify a literal world and make your efforts to save it from Eggman’s influence feel all the more worthwhile. Again: Sonic CD is able to give character and personality not through words but through actions

[mrxcreepypastamadness]

Friday Night Funkin': Sugar Rush Madness V2!

Hellish Cakeway Heights

Character: JB-BX

JB-BX (False Racer)

#2:

JB-BX (True Form)

About: JB-BX is the main antagonist of Sugar Hallow '85, a new take on the concept of Smile from Sugar Rush 64, heavily inspired by Sonic (PC Port). Sitting within the abandoned copy of Sugar Hallow Speedway., JB-BX takes the souls of those who play the game who dare to challenge her will so that she can "race" with them, If they win, she'll let them go and give the racers their karts back, But if they lose, she'll "play" with them for all eternity.

Powerdown Pre-Lore: Upon reaching the end of Royal Raceway level, you find... Jubileena Bing-Bing?

Powerdown Lore: If her hallow demeanor and stiff movements aren't enough evidence enough, it is now clear this is not Jubileena Bing-Bing. Her huge frame and heavy feminine voice are enough to rattle you to the core, and it's clear she has no intentions of letting you leave alive.

Demise Lore: JB-BX brutally murdered your Girlfriend. But you don't have time to think about that. You have a choice, run or suffer the same fate as her. "RUN"

Fact:

• JB-BX is literally not an EXE at all (It's official), she's a dark spirit that resides in the cartridge.

• JB-BX never intended to kill everyone, but instead make the other racers surrender their racing karts as her collection, in this case she is kind of a bully and a tyrant.

• If she does kill someone, she would either kill those who broke her rules, or mostly Lucia.

• When JB-BX isn't trying to kill someone, she adopts Jubileena's mannerisms around others. So while she wouldn't be invested in a relationship, she would definitely be a gentle lady.

• JB-BX can use power-ups despite them being little to no use.

• JB-BX and MX are quite different from each other despite both of their backstories, she's basically not mindless or stupid for that matter, rough and tough yes, chasing Lucia around with her kart, no, that wouldn't be fair at all at this point, she'll rather just challenge her players into a race that dared to stand up against her, and just win to get her soul prize to play with forever or lose and give the racers their karts back and always keep her word never to bully them again, she's more independent than MX. So don't even try to compare JB-BX to MX.

• JB-BX is aware to Lord X's canon lore to his series JoeDoughBoi mentioned on Twitter (or X) and she feels uncomfortable about it. Despite this, Lord XX is completely different than the canon X. Canonically she, Lord XX and Hypna are Trio Besties, a group of three best friends altogether.

• Cannonically, JB-BX & Lady Rose X are not friends at all, nor do they get along with each other for multiple reasons, referencing to the EXE community itself, JoeDoughBoi's Twitter post of canon things to clarify for the canon X, & the Lord X Vs. MX webseries episodes posted by "dooblajicoo" on YouTube.

• JB-BX has her trusty pet named Cherryamon, she was found as cute, little puppy as she was clearly lost and was abandoned by a heartless previous owner, Cherrymon's origin's are clearly unknown, but a dog such as herself can talk, and it's very rare.

• Despite being the only entity, JB-BX follows palette rules, hence why CFX is blue and exists as her twin sister.

• Sugar Rush Madness is the official JB-BX lore.

• In Sugar Rush Madness; JB-BX is a slave to Ultra G, despite that, if she had it her way, she would not hesitate to break free to separate the amalgamation and make a redemption arc to end it all, and return back to her world and to live a normal life.

• Her favorite Lemonades at Starbucks are Strawberry Lemonade, Raspberry Lemonade, Sunset Drink, & Mango Dragonfruit Lemonade Refresher.

• Her favorite Frappuccinos at Starbucks are Cherry Blossom Frappuccino & American Cherry Pie Frappuccino.

[edge-oftheworld]

remembering that one zoom interview where ashton is like ‘if michael gets into woodworking we can incorporate that, have him building sets or smth’

and now ashton gets to do this for himself. we know how much he loves helping other musicians get into the industry. how he loves trying other genres to whatever 5sos ends up doing for their albums. let’s let him have this and show him we as a fandom are cool with him doing what makes him happy

[daydadahlias]

Do you know what’s going on with Eternity Speedway?

yes because i know everything <3 no, not actually, but after some Discussion with our most informed Ash Stan, one Crystal Kindahoping4forever, I have a basic idea of what's going on!!

now, lock in for a jessay <3

ok so!! the brunette Chris Stapleton that Ashton is looking so longingly at in these band pics is a guy named Mac Hanson (no, not the rugby player),

who Ashton has actually played shows with before!! Do you recall his oh so talented robot dance? we have Mac to thank. Everyone say thank you Mac for getting Ashton on stage in such tight pants <3

Anyway, Ash is "pretty well known in the districts for his drumming greatness" and when someone asks him to session or help them out w/ anything, he literally always jumps at the opportunity (and always has; this is nothing new)!!

Since 5sos has been on their "break" (and even before it), Ash has been writing songs with other people (think of all his LP, Matt, and Andrew adventures last year), and also performing with them. this man loves a sidequest (which we all knew; like he has a fucking luxury candle business lmfao, bro just likes Doing Shit). So, when it comes to stuff like this, you can literally just think of it as another side quest!! I mean, think of it this way fr, he's already finished his solo album lol. That thing is in the final stages of production and probably ready for release within the year. And, as Luke said in an earlier interview, 5sos won't be back in the studio until later this year, so what is Ash supposed to do to bide the time? the man literally goes stir-crazy without something to do. he has music ADHD. if he's not creating, he feels like he's wasting time. so this new band (which is COUNTRY ROCK??? HELLO?? a genre he never gets to explore with 5sos!!), is just another new sidequest for him <3

also, bare in mind that Ash hasn't promoted this band at all on his public social media; it's only been posted on the other guys'. usually Ash only uses his socials to promote stuff that's for the furthering of his own career (like the candle buiz and his solo music) so that kind of gives the implication that this is mainly Mac's thing/band and Ash is helping them out/having fun until 5sos is back in the studio. like, i don't think he's doing it with the intention of it getting attention, because he's literally only posting about it on his private account, not his main.

there's also no indication of this being "his new band" like everyone's freaking out about. it just kind of seems like... a band that he's playing with?

so I think is a pretty clear indication that it's just supposed to be an Ashton thing... not an Ashton Irwin of 5 Seconds of Summer Thing, if that makes sense? He's allowed to have fun and do things on his own without people falling over themselves :/

also not to start shit, u guys, but do u notice how... luke's been doing solo marketing/modeling/performing/releasing (and is literally going on a fucking tour by himself later this year) and no one's raised this much of an uproar?? yeah just think that's a little funny <3

[wisedreamerreview]

Its Dega Baby (part one with an added question)

Wow. I am still tired. I am so very sore. There is still a roar of engines vibrating in my head. But oh what a weekend. My son took me to the races in Talladega, Alabama. This was not a spur of the moment, get up let’s go event. With me being the main, but not only, caregiver for my parents, there are many logistics to something like this happening. One of my son’s most disliked words was…