#soul sonic force

[fangomusic]

It’s 1986. a-ha, Simon Le Bon, The Bangles, Sade, Janet Jackson, Andy Partridge, Morrissey, Cocteau Twins, Afrika Bambaataa.

[c-40]

A-T-3 240 Death Mix

Have you watched Omar Acosta's new documentary Mixtape? It explores the role of the mixtape has had in the development and circulation of hip hop music. I was tempted to turn it off because the start of it is a mess, images and stories from one era clash with music from another. Gratefully the film eventually sorts itself out into more cohesive narrative, party tapes, dj mixtapes, freestyles from guests, exclusives, new artists essentially releasing indie albums to get known on the street, the crackdown by the law followed by brands and major labels eating mixtapes up and shitting them out. The interviewees the documentary makers manage to get is impressive, a lot of the names off the mixtape wishlist are there. Mr. Magic's Rap Attack gets written out of history in favour of rival Kool DJ Red Alert. Red Alert made early Dj mixtapes which is useful when you're telling the story of hip hop mixtapes, he also fostered the Universal Zulu Nation

Which brings me, again, to the gaping hole in the documentary Afrika Bambaataa. Arguably the most notorious of all the early party tapes is Afrika Bambaataa's Death Mix. It was recorded at a Zulu Nation night at James Monroe High School in the Bronx in 1980 (some say 1979.) Mixtape the documentary goes to great efforts to get across how popular tapes were repeatedly copied and distributed. The sound quality of Death Mix is awful because the record was cut from a fourth or fifth generation cassette copy. This hasn't detoured fans of hip hop because at the time when Sugar Hill Gang released their disco rap record Rappers Delight here we have an authentic snapshot of hip hop as it was performed live. Other performers here Dj Jazzy Jay and Soul Sonic/Cosmic Force Mc's are unfairly drawn under the shadow cast over Bam's reputation. Of course the allegations against Bambaataa are indefensible and but it's curious how interviewees on the Mixtape documentary openly boasts about violence, threats of murder, theft, drug dealing... hip hop culture is far from wholesome - these are all part of the game, peodphilia and sex trafficking are not part of the game (but it kind of is.) Hip hop also has a serious problem with misogyny, apparently this part of the game too as astonishingly convicted rapist Mike Tyson is brought out all through the documentary, a new civil lawsuit was filled in January against Tyson accusing him of rape

The record of the nth generation tape of Death Mix was released by Paul Winley Records in 1983. Another story Mixtape tells is one of shiesty behaviour, this is how Death Mix got onto record. Sweet Tee's father Paul Winley had recorded Zulu Nation Throwdown by Afrika Bambaataa and Cosmic Force in 1980 but Bam wasn't happy with Paul Winley's decision to overdub Harlem Underground Band onto their track (so it sounded more like something on Sugar Hill or Enjoy.) Zulu Nation Throwdown was popular with New Wave audiences in New York so Throwdown 2 was scheduled, sessions weren't going to Bam's liking so he parted company with Paul Winley. Death Mix was released after all this had happened without Bambaataa's consent - but Bam appears to care very little for consent

The final Judas kiss Mixtape gives us is it reveals that hip hop (especially American hip hop) hasn't had any new ideas in a very long time

[cattyanon]

Sonic but Undertale Souls: Forces Version 3 Sonic

If you aren't aware, this is one of many Sonic AUs about if the Sonic world has Undertale Souls in it. I explained how all that worked in a separate post and it's recommended you read that to understand some of what I say- and don't worry! It's not a long read!

Anyways this is specifically about Sonic Forces and version 3 of of the other two possible outcomes, all having something to do with Sonic's soul getting fucked up. Anyways, there's more about him and how I came up with the idea below the drawing!

He's finally here, and now I get to rant about what I came up with for him! >:)

You can probably skip this part but if you're curious how I managed to come up with this here's the story behind that: It came from me rewatching Jacksepticeye playing Undertale- specifically from the True Lab section and onwards. During his fight with Asriel I was thinking about how I wanted to do some cool design stuff like Asriel's God of Hyperdeath, but how? If the death rate for absorbing a soul is super high then how on earth could literally any of the characters absorb enough souls (not to mention why and how they'd absorb that many) to gain a form at least somewhat as cool looking as Asriel's? Then version 3 of my Sonic Forces AU came to mind and... well... I'll explain the rest below.

So idk the specifics but during Sonics imprisonment on the Death Egg not only was he tortured but Eggman did all kinds of unethical experiments on Sonic's soul, eventually causing it to turn a color nobody has ever seen before: Black.

With such a corrupted soul and many months of torture he eventually breaks and instinctively kills Infinite (the reason he's got that tail) and eats his soul. Not absorb. Eat. And in this way he gains soul power without absorbing another soul. (Note: He only has this ability due to the corrupted nature of his soul. If a regular person were to try and eat a soul one of two things would happen depending on how fast it breaks: 1 is that nothing would happen, 2 is that the souls attempt to combine and inevitably kill that person's own soul) He ends up repeating this process with Eggman and, deciding he's a monster, stays up on the Death Egg. But eventually he gets hungry. He tries eating the food on the Death Egg but it just doesn't fill him. There's still this cold, empty, and hungry feeling inside of him. And he has a bad feeling the only thing that'd satisfy him is a soul.

So he goes awhile without food, probably about a week, and eventually he's so damn hungry that ends up going down to earth to look for some animal souls to sustain him. He sucks the soul out of the animal's body and basically just secludes himself in the forest. He feeds on the souls of animals, getting ever so slightly stronger with each one, even if he has a feeling that human and mobian souls would be much more fulfilling.

But eventually a nearby village starts finding these untouched corpses left behind when scavenging for food in the forest since the war only very recently ended and get concerned that there's a monster in the forest. So they send a few hunters out and... well... they found what they were looking for, but died in the process.

As for Sonic he's having major issues after consuming a bunch of souls (also causing him to look like the drawing) that had murder on their minds. He tries his best to resist but he ends up wandering close to the edge of the forest near the village, just barely keeping himself from going on a murderous rampage. But then the village sends out a rescue party and he snaps. He ends up consuming every person he finds which is like almost the entire village cause he can see souls that are close by to him.

Although thankfully for literally everyone he ends up staying in that area and basically claims it as his own. The few survivors tell their horror stories and very few people (basically idiots thinking they can kill him with simple weapons) ever go there. But once the world kinda gets back together enough to establish communication again the Resistance Restoration hears about this monster and, of course, want to help. They've got super powers and Sonic has taken on plenty of monsters. All they gotta do is find the Chaos Emeralds and kick this thing's ass!

Thankfully the monster can't absorb their souls in their super forms, but it doesn't take them long to realize who said monster is. And given time the 'monster' might just find these people to be strangely familiar...

Anyways that's it for now! Feel free to ask questions while y'all wait on me to design the form they find him in. Might be hard since I don't wanna make it look like Asriel as much as possible but hey, we'll see.

[beevean]

My third eye has opened.

[xlocor-keychain]

This is a list of some of my AU with some i forget to make content for. It's just shity summarys of it.

The Dead End: creepypasta/SCP/FNAF AU.

Foregoten God(name subject to change for a better one): Soul Eater/Mairimashita Iruma-kun/Monsterverse AU with some character from Sonic, Eddsworld, FNAF, Teletubbies, and probably Fire Force.

Cosmique Game (not official name yet): Homestuck/Fortuna AU.

Ghost Fun(not official name yet): Yokai-watch/lapin crétins invasion/Grizzy & the lemmings AU.

Pokémon Lost Story(not official name yet): a simple Pokémon AU with 3 regions base arond religion, time, and space, and an island who will be the central point of the story.

Amusing Zoo(not official name yet): an AU base arond Cartoon mostly creepypasta version as well as Cartoon Cat, Bendy and the ink machine(the first game only), Poppy Playtime, Hello Puppet and a zoo (the center of the story). I'm thinking of adding Garden of Banban and Welcome Home too.

Slendytubbies the secret(not official name yet): slendytubbies AU centred arond my OC.

The Dead See All(name subject to change for a better one): Lego AU that include many Lego universe. Ship JestroXClay. MK X Red Son.

Deltadrone: Murder Drone/Deltarune AU it's just the Deltarune story but with the cast as drone.

FireForcetale: Undertale/FireForce AU it's just the Undertale story but in the FireForce universe.

Sonic boom.exe(name subject to change for a better one): what the name sujest but since the story feel less like a .exe and more of an adventure/everyday life with horror and mystery éléments, i need to change is name. Ship SonicXShadow, SilverXBlaze.

Espace Nova(name subject to change for a better one): Keroro AU mostly focuse on Kururu and Giroro as well as some OCs. Ship KururuXGiroro.

One world two side(not official name yet): AU about one world split in two, one side have How to train your dragon/mon chevalier et moi/Myghty magisword and the other side have SouthPark/Wander over yonder, they have some OK KO Let's be hero éléments and character.

Old and new World(not official name yet): sumary, AU base around SM64 skit but something happen so every survivor migrate to a new world and the old one is taking peaple from other world to not die.

Mechanical undead(not official name yet): Murder Drone/SMG4 AU with some creepypasta characters, mostly the one's from games and TVs and website.

And this is a list of original concept (with shity summarys).

(no name yet): Dude that get sacrifice by is parent for a god who they dont know is already dead so dude become a vengeful spirit possesing a statue and kill peaple, after a while dude enconter immortal little girl with posseded plush and after a while form a brother/sister relationship. Lot of supernatural things.

Book of Sueñmei (name in progress): collection of storys about multiple peaple mostly some isekai one, only 3 have fixed story, the water lord who is a dude that got isekai as a monster seaslug and way way later become know as a guardian of the ocean. Then we have a mouse that get isekai into a prince with the power to become a monster mouse but only the royal mage know about it. And there is a monster sloth living in some sort of reserve that wish to fly. The other are still in développement.

(No name yet): originaly was just a Mairimashita Iruma-kun AU centered about my OCs but i decide to make it is own thing. Shity summarys, 2 demon found a spaceship with animals from all over the univers and when opening one of the cage a human girl began shouting at them with a gun, shenanigan happen and they live together in an abandoned mansion wich have a portal to the human world in the basement. They also encouter space police, ghost, divinity's and monster that definitely should stay as fairytales. It's mostly a not serious story but with serious moment.

If you want to know more about them just ask, and if you have name suggestions please dont be scare to share it.

(why is there a tag limite!!)

[neurotypical-sonic]

I miss my soulbond aus. I miss them a lot. sure wish I could think of stuff

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Picture ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Operation Drawcia Pt.10 ~

[BINGO Highway - Keiichi Sugiyama]

Announcer : 3...2...1 LET'S GO BINGO!

Maka Albarn : !! (Hits ball with hammer)

Announcer : And they're off!

Maka Albarn : I'm gonna win this for the man I was told!

Haruko : This one's going to be mine to win!

Bulma : Step aside! Cause Bulma Briefs is on the stakes! Let's spin it to win it!

Lucy Heartfilia : Heheheheh. There goes the bigshot this year, hoping that who's gonna win big here, this should be prove entertaining to get the stakes on who proclaims to be hero or not. Hmm? (looks at the screen) That girl...Isn't she from the Ohkuboverse? What do we have here? Could this be the one that is going in the bag or will she die trying to figure her life out? Just imagine if that girl who looks similar to the one Ohkuboverse's past. Maybe If I get into contact with her, this should be a good idea.

Maka Albarn : The stakes are mine!

Haruko : You ever think someone in your life, bro!?

Bulma : Fat chance! None shall stand in my way!

Daicon Girl : The Stakes is mine to take! So I'm winging it!

Maka Albarn : No way!

Haruko : That's my way to shine! I'm getting the goods!

Lucy Heartfilia : (in mind) What fascinating display of how a girl was mistaken for her misdeeds, sounds like this one should prove entertaining. I'd like to see this how this goes.

[suddenly the entire casino blacks out]

Announcer : Uh-oh! Uhh, folks. There seems to be some minor technical difficulties.

Lucy Heartfilia : Huh?

(people screaming and panicking)

Lucy Heartfilia : What's with this sudden black out? What's going on here? What's with this black out?

Maka Albarn : Hey, what's going on! Who turned out the lights!?

[THUNDER CRASHING]

Maka Albarn : !?

Cream the Ribbit : What's with this weird sudden trance light! It feels kinda weird!

Maka Albarn : Look! Up there! That floating Magician's hat!

Casino Pawn : Oh no! It's him!

(a magician appears coming out his hat)

Casino Pawn : WIZ!

"WIZ : THE MAGICIAN OF MIRROR WORLD!"

Wiz : So...I smell a rat that that scourging in the Casino. Why not have some fun while you can?

[Monkey Business - Jun Senoue]

Maka Albarn : Who is that?

Lucy Heartfilia : A magician from the Mirror World? What's it doing here in the casino? Is it something that no one would give him extra credit for this?

Bulma : [To Wiz] Who are you!?

Wiz : Why I am the great Wiz, the Magician from Mirror World! I see that you have a fair common sense of your raising the stakes. I'm just here for the girl that was mistaken for her crimes against humanity. See this picture? (shows a photo of Maka Albarn) This one here is a mystery to find this 14-year old girl and we've been tracking her down since she sniffed out the reaper's castle like a dog. Now tell me, where can you find this Maka Albarn person that is responsible of laying waste to Japan's population?

Haruko : No way, dirt bag! I'm not gonna tell you on anything! We don't have time quiz games, mad hatter! [To Bulma] You tell him, guys! He's a such joke to be a magcian!

Wiz : What!? A JOKE TO YOU!?! I AM THE MIRROR'S WORLD GREASTEST MAGICIAN EVER AND YOU WILL--*clears throat* Sorry for my behavior, humble apologies. Now then, where is the one that I call the name "Maka Albarn".

Maka Albarn (?) : Hey, Top Hat! Over here! You think that I was Maka Albarn in a bunny girl's costume...but it was I...(converts into her true form; Inky Albarn) Inky Albarn!

[My World - Jun Senoue]

Wiz : What the-!? Hey, you're that queen was imprisoned by Drawcia 70 years ago! The Queen of the Ink Demons herself! You got a lot of nerves to thinking that you are a look alike to Maka Albarn. Where is this girl named Maka Albarn, demon queen? what in heaven's name did you--

Inky Albarn : Heh! The real Maka Albarn is at the Reaper's castle. She's fine by the way. I just happened to be disguising myself as her in a Bunny Girl's costume or we like to call it Playboy Bunny if you know what I mean.

Wiz : You old hag! What do you want from Wiz or something?

Inky Albarn : My son! (shows a picture of Inky Jr) I want information about the Dark Picture, now! Let's get everything down to business, first of all, I want someone that is strong enough to beat me in a duel, with that information gained from you, I'll let you decide that I will be the one to lead our selves out of the shadows. Now then, you would go mind boggling to a 70-year old queen, I maybe young, but I'm 70 years old.

Lucy Heartfilia : And I thought she was a young girl or something, totally mind freaked about it.

Wiz : You're on, My fair lady. I should consider this to a duel, but let's see if you can handle one of the Mirror World's magical creatures! Behold, have a present for ya!

Inky Albarn : Why thank you, kind Magician. I would like to have a present if it was monster inside or literally--(sees a horde of Boxy in front of them) Just a monster that is a present with a ribbon for a head.

Wiz : I'd like you meet my magical pet, Boxy! This monster is special, I made her a well trained creature that is soon to be ready to bring you a gift, you being a tasty treat as a dribbling chew toy! Now then boxy! Be a good girl and show that demon queen how we do casino business! Make the humans your tasty snacks!

[Robot Carnival/Robot Storm - Jun Senoue]

Inky Albarn : I'd like to see you die trying, but dying should make you laugh it out! I'll take her on, just don't get myself cocky while I still can!

Haruko : Hey, help us out! Don't leave me hanging! You ready for this!

Bulma : I never felt this better!

Daicon Girl : Hope we don't mind sticking around! This is going to get crazy!

Lucy Heartfilia : Let me Join in the fight as well! (convert into her Clear Heart Robe uniform) I haven't got this much excitement from Erza Scarlet! Hope you're willing to get crazy tonight, girls!

Haruko : Let's put these present boxes on a leash! It's time that we smash them good!

Wiz : Go my Boxy! Destroy them now!

(the boxy horde charges)

Haruko : CHAAAAAARGE!!!

*DBZ SFX : SLASHING+CUT*

Wiz : GAAAAAAH!!! MY PRECIOUS BOXY GIRL!!!

Haruko : What? What's the interruption?

Marluxia : Excuse me for the intrusion, but did someone say "Maka Albarn"?

Wiz : Uhh...We did.

Inky Albarn : Say...You're a scythe wielder like me.

Marluxia : Why thank you. I am too a Scythe Wielder.

[Organization XIII - Yoko Shimomura]

Inky Albarn : Anyways, who are you exactly.

Marluxia : I am Marluxia, but the Organization call me the Graceful Assassin!

"Marluxia : The Graceful Assassion of Organization XIII"

Inky Albarn : It's an assassin? What a shocking coincidence I might add, how come you're an assassin while you're still a scythe wielder?

Marluxia : That is not of your concern, I was sent here to dispose of those who seek into the truth and I've come destroy the puppets of the devil's influence.

Inky Albarn : "Devil"? You mean Shinra Kusakabe, no one's will shall control me, I am the queen of the Ink Demons, and you're just joking about it, right? Come on, I mean...you're a guy with pink hair, how do you want to dispose of those who seek into the truth? Maybe you got the wrong idea here.

Marluxia : I do not joke about it and these lies from the Devil's influence, it hurts more than it hurts the truth. They mean nothing to us! Humans and Witches shall overcome their fear and hatred against others, those who seek truth or tell a lie will perish, and to show you to the appreciation that I must give you, I shall lead you for a brand new start by collecting data as we all know it, the heart and soul filled with light and darkness. I demand you give it to us personally.

Inky Albarn : No way, hombre! Not happening! It's going to take a lot of minute to clean this one up. Get out of here, Daicon Girl. This one's a tough one to battle me in a duel.

Daicon Girl (?) : That's a good question about saving my life, ya old hag!

*DBZ SFX : THUNDER CRASH*

Inky Albarn : Wha-!? Hey, who are you, poser?

Larxene : So much for wearing that disugise, them Bunny Girls are giving me the itch or the sniffles!

Inky Albarn : Let me guess, you're one of them, aren't you? Lightning Larry.

Larxene : That's Larxene to you, old hag!

"Larxene : Electrical Member of Organization XIII"

Larxene : Now then, I'm gonna go easy on with you by juicing myself up, queeny! I'm about to go Static Shock up your bum! If you're willing to take us on to see the likes of Maka Albarn or that messed punked kid named Crona, THEN BRING THAT SH**, MOTHERF***ER!

Inky Albarn : Alright, you asked for it! Time for me to bust some balls, and yours will have to do next.

~ Mission 09 : Deadly Assailants of XIII ~

[sonicspeeddemon]

Piece of media: has generic “live life to the fullest” message

Me everytime:

[luxrayz64]

thinking. about the things I love the most about sonic. and how those have all been almost absent since unleashed. and how obvious it is that sonic team has been fucking terrified of doing anything interesting with their games since. and just. god. god. please, please let sonic frontiers be good. please let it be what I want from this series. please let it be successful. please let it push sonic team to push sonic again. I love these games so much. I want them to be good so badly.

[demifiendrsa]

SEGA Genesis Mini 2 | Promotional Video

SEGA Genesis Mini 2 will launch exclusively on Amazon on October 27, 2022.

SEGA Genesis Mini 2 will include over 50 classic games, including SEGA CD titles and titles previously unreleased on SEGA Genesis Mini. Confirmed titles include:

*SEGA CD

Mansion of Hidden Souls

Shining Force CD

Silpheed

Sonic CD

*SEGA Genesis

After Burner III

Alien Soldier

Bonanza Brothers: Wanted Dead or Alive

Night Striker

The Ninja Warriors

Lightening Force

Out Run

Out Runners

The Ooze

Rainbow Islands Extra

Rolling Thunder 2

Shining in the Darkness

Sonic 3D Blast

Splatterhouse 2

Super Hang On

Vectorman 2

Virtua Racing

*Bonus

Fantasy Zone

Star Mobile

Overview

The SEGA Genesis Mini is back and more powerful than ever!

The definitive mini console of 2019, the SEGA Genesis Mini, has been completely revamped! Its improved hardware is tucked away in a new, compact design based on the SEGA Genesis Model 2! In addition, the console now comes with the 6-Button Control Pad! *The controllers released for the SEGA Genesis Mini are also compatible.

Sega CD titles available as well!

Sega CD titles can be played on the SEGA Genesis Mini 2! Enjoy an immense library with advanced features like full-motion video and smooth animations.

Over 50 classic titles!

The SEGA Genesis Mini 2 has a bigger and more impressive lineup, surpassing its predecessor with over 50 classic titles included! Furthermore, a never-released bonus game has also been added, contributing to a vast collection of games with endless play time!

[curetapwater]

English version of Sonic Forces: *throws in a single line about Sonic being tortured for months*

Angst fic authors: 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂

[beepborpdoodledorp]

idk if this is just a me thing and I just have rock bottom standards or if other people think like this but it’s just like...almost physically impossible for me to hate games. like as long as I have some decent fun with the gameplay and the story doesn’t drive me up the wall I’ll like whatever junk you throw at me. and even if either of those things are objectively bad as long as they’re ridiculous enough to get some laughs out of I’ll have a good time. am I just a weirdo 

[fyeahsonicthehedgehog]

[cattyanon]

Sonic but Undertale Souls: Forces Version 3 Sonic: Final Form Encounter Design Preview (while ya'll wait for the actual ref)

That's right baby, it's sprite art!!!! That's why I said you guys probably wouldn't expect the preview art. >:)

Also shoutout to anybody who can spot the 2 references.

[spiinsparks]

    DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM STARTERS / @badnikbreaker​ / ACCEPTING !

<  we keep eachother safe.  it’s my turn to protect you.  >  from ava and obviously signing but like the way i format sign breaks asks so just dont worry abt it

        IT  WAS  A  PAIN  TO ADMIT ,  but  sonic  knew  he  wasn’t  nearly  as  up  to  speed  as  the  resistance  seemed  to  think  he  was  ,  sometimes.  he  fatigued  quicker.  lost  his  breath  ,  sooner.  

          not  that  he  blamed  them  ,  for  failing  to  notice.  so  QUICK  he  had  been  ,  to  take  up  missions  immediately  after  escape.  so  ADAMANT  he  still  was  ,  to  continue.  to  PRESS  ON  and  ENDURE.  to  fight  until  this  war  was  won.  

          he  couldn’t  -  wouldn’t  -  let  them  see  their  rising  ember  of  hope  flickering  ,  spluttering  ,  struggling  to  KEEP  UP  with  the  demands  of  war.  he’d  catch  up  ,  he  told  himself  ,  as  he  ran  from  battlefield  to  battlefield  with  the  raging  fury  of  a  man  gone  mad.  he’d  get  back  into  his  old  swing  ,  he  reassured  himself  ,  as  the  days  dragged  on  and  eggman’s  beloved  schedule  waged  war  against  sonic’s  own  internal  clock.  weeks  in  ,  and  he  was  still  out  of  sync.  completely  out  of  wack.

        (  he’d  spent  too  long  locked  up.  )

             and  there  was  NO  TIME  to  readjust.  to  ease  himself  back  into  what  was  NEEDED.  

                                                                      what  was  EXPECTED.

            still.  when  the  world  needed  their  hero  -  when  his  FRIENDS  needed  him  most  -  he  was  —  (   coughing  against  the  strain  /  the  weight  of  lungs  too  heavy.  rising  ,  shakily  ,  onto  his  feet  again.  dirt  and  dust  and  blood  and  grime  matting  his  fur  ,  sinking  into  his  quills  ,  staining  the  white  straps  of  his  shoes  a  ruddy  red.  trembling  from  overexertion.  )  GRITTING  HIS  TEETH  and  smirking.  (   ❝  I  SEE  DOC  HASN’T  IMPROVED  YOUR  AIM  ANY.  ❞  )  laughing -  in  the  face  of  danger (  or  maybe  ,  because  of  it.  )  while  pain  racketed  through  his  body  and  flattened  his  ears  against  his  head. (  ❝  MAYBE  YOU   SHOULD  TRY  ONE  OF  THEM  OPTOMETRISTS.  I’VE  HEARD  THEY  SPECIALIZE  IN  OPTICS.  ❞  )

         he  had  SKID  across  the  battlefield  ,  quills  trembling  in  the  wind  as  the  badnik  he  was  tangoing  with  whirred  and  turned  its  oversized  body  towards  him  ,  ready  to  lock  aim  and  fire.  and  he  grinned  at  its  giant  ,  red  optic  as  the  laser  beam  centered  over  his  chest.  sniffed.  wiped  his  nose.  readied  himself  to  SPIN  DASH  into  its  chest  and  crash  through  its  gears  and  wires.

         but  in  blazing  light  of  golden  electricity  the  bot  EXPLODED  in  a  crackling  storm. twisted  metal  sheets  ,  oil  ,  glass  and  dirt  sprayed  across  the  floor  as  the  badnik  spilled  its  carnage.  and  sonic  only  had  a  moment  to  wheeze  his  sigh  of  relief  before  the  next  wave  thundered  the  ground  beneath  their  feet.  he  DASHED  FORWARD  ,  grabbing  ava  by  the  wrist  and  retreating  further  down  the  twisting  road.  but  not  far.  

       a   poorly  placed  rock.             a  yelp  ,  as  pain  rocketed  through  his  left  leg  and  sonic  stumbled  and  slowed.  the  robots  still  thundered  behind  ,  RED  LASERS  bursting  the  air  beside  the  pair  before  ava  shot  out  her  grappling  hook  and  swung  them  both into  the  trees  and  undergrowth  for  cover.

            and  for  a  moment  ,  he  could  catch  his  breath.  even  as  they  rounded  on  him  with  lips  pressed  thin  and  ears  flopping  over  their  shoulder  as  they  knelt  and  looked  him  over.  then  ,  signed  ,  hurriedly  ,  with  a  DETERMINED  FIRE  in  their  eyes.

             <   we keep eachother safe.  it’s my turn to protect you.  >  

          sonic  blinked.  they  were  throwing  his  words  right  back  at  him.

             and  for  a  moment  -  brief  and  small  -  there  was  a  tide  of  comfort  that  came  flooding  forth.  the  same  sort  of  calm  in  the  storm  that  kept  sonic’s  head  on  straight  ,  his  heart  in  his  chest  ,  when  he  was  fighting  alongside  amy  or  tails  or  knuckles.  no  danger  was  too  great  when  he  was  adventuring  with  his  friends.  no  obstacle  too  heavy  ,  or  too  large  to  overcome  ,  when  he  hadn’t  a  shadow  of  a  doubt  that  they  were  with  him.

          (  he’d  never  been  meant  to  fight  on  his  own.  )

                          (  he  wasn’t  built  for  it.  for  THIS.  )

      (  and  where  was  the  FUN  of  the  rush  —  when  they  didn’t  fight  TOGETHER?  )

         ❝ ...  you’re  right.  ❞  he  said  ,  nodding  slight.  over  ava’s  shoulder  he  studied  the  trajectory  of  newest  enemy  fleet.  they’d  get  to  the  resistance  outpost  he and  ava  were  sent  out  to  hold  within  MINUTES  if  they  didn’t  handle  this.  —  and  fast.

      sonic  lifted  himself  to  his  feet.  (  nevermind  the  grunt  of  pain  he  bit  down  upon.  nevermind  how  the  world  keeled  to  one  side  ,  just  briefly ,  before  sonic  closed  his  eyes  and  righted  himself.  and  nevermind  how  he  favored  one  leg  ,  even  as  he  bounced  on  the  tips  of  his  toes.  eager  to  finish  this.  eager  to  get  out  there  and  run.  )

            ❝  i  still  have  enough  juice  left  in  me  to  play  support  ;  give  ya  a  boost.  sound  fair?  ❞  a  rhetorical  question.  as  ,  with  a  spitfire  crackle  of  renewed  vigor  lighting  up  in  his  eyes  ,  sonic  held  out  his  outstretched  hand.  preparing.  bracing.  readying  himself  —  for  just  one  more  boost.

          ❝  i’ll  keep  you  steady.  but  ,  you’ve  got  this  ,  partner. ❞

[jamminvroomvroom]

something in the orange.

ln x fem!reader

in which lando can’t always have what he wants. and neither can you.

i’m so back! missed u xoxo i kinda hate this with a passion but i had to force myself to write something bc i was getting the writers jitters lmao. pls tell me what you think and what you want next! hugs

inspired by: something in the orange by zach bryan (ouch)

songs to set the mood: call out my name by the weeknd, all of evermore actually, leave the door open by the silk sonic

warnings: 18+!! minors, BEGONE!! smut, angst, wee bits of fluff, language, alcohol mentions, inappropriate workplace relationship (reader is an engineer @ mcl), slight age gap (r is older), mutual pining, mutual denial (kinda), unprotected sex (L bozo)

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the first time it happens doesn’t really count.

you’re drunk and lando’s worse. tensions boil over at some after party, neither of you can bare it, and he’s shoving his key card into the slot of his door while he sloppily kisses your neck. you cannot take

any responsibility for your actions that night and disregard it as a write off.

explaining away the morning after, when you fuck him again, sober and begging, is a different story.

oh, well.

it happens again. and again, and again, and again.

different cities set the mood and the danger turns you on. you trade your mclaren administrated work shirt for lingerie, and your inhibitions for good sex.

he’s younger, just a couple of years between you, but he doesn’t show it. he makes you forget it, every single time he rearranges your spread limbs on a mattress. he makes you forget his age, and the fact that careers will be over as soon as another soul finds out what you get up to when the chequered flag falls.

lando makes it easy. a flick of the wrist and a curl of the tongue makes you sob, and he smirks into the crease of your thighs every time. and when it’s over, and you’re both spent under linen sheets, you can’t even regret it. not when he makes you laugh until you cry and keeps you warm as you drift off to sleep on the rare occasions that you let yourself stay.

it can’t continue. it can’t, you tell him and yourself. every morning after is punctuated with promises that this is the end. and every time, you manage without each other until the next race weekend, when he looks at you in that knowing way that makes your thighs clench.

-

lando can’t think straight.

he never can when he slides between your thighs. it feels like home.

you’re somewhere in the middle east, he can’t actually remember where right now, not when he pushes deeper and you clamp down around his cock, so hard that he chokes out a shaky breath.

“how do you feel even better every time?” lando groans, grinding into you nice and slow.

you slur out a moan in response, tipping your head back even further as you do. it gives him the perfect opportunity to burrow into your neck, kiss over your collarbone, rock into you harder.

everything is warm, slick. this whole situation, it’s a well oiled machine now. lando sends a text and you turn up five minutes later. he ushers you into the room and then, clothes leave a trail from the door to the foot of the bed. what was once a place holder, a way to get some after a shitty race, had become something to look forward to, something that made his heart race. the anticipation, the danger of you made him weaker than he ever had been.

at first, he hated the hold you had on him. it didn’t mean that he could end this, though, not when he couldn’t help but stare at you in the garage. not when he was transfixed by the glimpse he’d get of your collarbone under your work blouse, or the stray hairs that fell over your face when you were concentrating on the data screens.

“lando, i need- i need…” you gasp, trailing off as you arch even further into his sweat glistening body.

lando smirks, sliding a hand down your

body, pinching your nipple on the way. he already knows what you need. he finds your clit, teasing over it a couple of times.

you lock eyes, warning him to give you what you want. he just grins, licks his lips and continues faint glides over the bud. it sends shockwaves over your body, and you convulse underneath him. you writhe, and writhe, and whimper and keen as your orgasm washes over you. his eyes snap shut, barrelling into you as the pleasure hits.

then, there’s silence.

he lays on top of you while you both return to planet earth, no sound but pants of breath and a soft hum from you when he finally pulls out. you smile softly when you rise from the bed, swinging your shaky legs over the side to stand.

“you staying?” lando breathes. he’s laying on his front, arms flexed as they cross beneath his head.

“not tonight, lando.” you tilt your head apologetically, voice soft and sweet. he frowns. you ignore it, and search for you underwear.

“come on, stay.” he sounds desperate to his own ears, cringing at the way the words come across, but your filter it out. you’ve become an expert at navigating - and more often than not, ignoring - the emotional strings that he tugs on. the ones that attach to your cold, cold heart.

“can’t. you’re gonna have the team here bright and early. ‘m not risking jon seeing me here when he comes to wake you up.” you explain, jumping into your jeans as you tug them up your legs.

“he won’t care.” lando argues, childlike in his negotiating.

“i care.” you scold. you hear the soft thud of his head hitting the pillows. you know you’ve won this round.

lando’s quiet for a while after that, letting you dress yourself. as you’re searching for the bag that you can’t remember if you brought or not, he springs from the bed, making a beeline for the door. you think he’s being gentlemanly, but quickly realise you’re being foolish. the fucker is blocking your exit.

“lando.” you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms, unimpressed.

“i know, i know, i’m gonna let you go. i just…” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, pondering his next words.

“you just…” you usher him along.

“i’ll let you go if you promise to have dinner with me over the summer.” he smirks.

“are you… have you lost the plot?” your eyes almost bulge out of your head.

he tried this, sometimes, tried to get you to go on a date, or get you to do something alone that didn’t involve engineering or a surface that you could fuck on. you’d naively thought he was past this.

“can we just try?” he gives you a look somewhere between i want you so bad and the infamous lando norris puppy dog eyes. lava heats your cheeks and your belly, and the butterflies come out of hibernation. you couldn’t deny, you wanted to try. but, at what cost?

“text me.” you murmur, gesturing for him to move.

“so, that’s a yes?” lando questions.

“text me, and i’ll think about it.”

he decides that he’s gotten the best possible answer out of you, and finally let’s you make your great escape.

you almost collapse on jelly-like knees the second the door shuts behind you. standing your ground with him was getting too difficult, too tiresome. the boy was hard fucking work, and he always got what he wanted.

you’d often daydreamed about him taking you out, getting dressed up nice to sip wine and eat too expensive food, and eventually getting undressed. you realised, however, that those kinds of thoughts were to be banished, after you got caught up in fantasies during a race and almost had the pit crew put mediums on during a bout of rain.

wanting him was dangerous. it could be career ending, reputation destroying, heartbreaking.

one date wouldn’t hurt, just to satisfy his appetite. he’d probably get bored eventually. you wouldn’t let it get further than one meal, one last night with him, and then it would stop.

one more time. just one.

-

you’re waiting on your sofa for the text that tells you he’s arrived.

your hair is curled, messy. just how he likes it. you’re wearing something short and black. your high heel taps against the floor as you bounce your leg nervously.

he’d texted, just like you’d told him to, and then a date was set. just one dinner, one time only. you were gonna tell him that, too.

it’s a bit of fun, you think. dinner and shag. companionship. it was lonely on the road, and sometimes each other was all you could have. it made sense, you figured, that he had honed in on you. you’d done the same to him.

just when you think he’s late, there’s a knock on your door. you were an expecting an “i’m here” text, not the full package. after all, this date was just a formality, right?

you try not to shake as you make your way to the door. lando looks so good that you almost cave and say, “sure, let’s give this a go, eh?”. he’s wearing a shirt that fits painfully well, clinging nicely to a delectable frame. the buttons he’s left undone provide a gorgeous window to his collarbone and the necklaces that hang from his thick neck.

“you look beautiful.” he compliments, rakes his eyes over your body.

“don’t look so bad yourself.” you try to tease but it comes out flustered. you ignore the way his eyes light up.

“you ready?” he asks, you nod.

your heart flutters when he effortlessly takes your hand in his.

-

the restaurant is in the middle of nowhere, and you’re the only two people dining. maybe it’s because of the ‘closed’ sign that gets placed on the door when you arrive. so, he’s gone all out, you think. you’re shocked at how hard he’s tried to keep this private. maybe this isn’t the formality you think it is, maybe this isn’t his way of feeling better about meaningless sex. maybe it wasn’t as meaningless as you pretended it was.

he had you belly laughing within minutes, laying the charm on thick. wine and conversation flowed effortlessly and you were quickly regretting saying yes to this. you were in danger.

in a moment of silence, you catch his eye from across the table.

“you know, this is a one time thing, right?” you almost whisper. you almost kick yourself, why would you say that now? it doesn’t even phase him.

“that’s what you think.” he grins, devilish and stunning.

“i mean it.” you smirk.

“sure you do, honey.” he says, it sounds a lot like ‘game on’.

-

you stir, eyes slowly fluttering open. orange light washes over you, dancing in the pair of eyes you find staring back at you.

the eyes watching you sleep belong to the same person whose strong arms are wrapped around you, nice and secure.

you croak out a good morning, and he grins at how hoarse you sound. it was all his fault for making you whimper and scream, begging and crying for a release.

the date had gone really well.

“coffee?” lando offers.

“just the one, need to get home.” you bring things back to reality.

two coffees and four orgasms later, you head home.

-

the blurry pictures of you and him leaving the restaurant make you ill.

no one can quite tell it’s you, not yet anyway. twitter is ablaze.

faceless accounts call the blurry woman in the pictures the cruelest of names. you cry for hours, and then you stop for a bit, cry some more. rinse, repeat.

you pull on a jacket, scramble for your car keys. this time, you’ll mean what you say.

-

there’s a knock on the door.

when he opens it, you shuffle inside like you always do, coat hangs on the hook with a scarf to match. silence lingers until you reach the kitchen. the kettle hisses. you didn’t even know that he knew how to use one.

“this has to stop.” you say. emotionless. inside, agony sinks into every emotional cut and scrape. you don’t let him notice.

“i know.” he agrees. he’s seen the pictures, too. “okay.”

the kettle is forgotten, two mugs abandoned; he carries you to bed.

one last time.

-

two fingers loosen you up for him, drawing you steadily over the edge. he doesn’t stop there, no. he slows right down, letting you ride out your high, but only for a second. he speeds up once again, grinding his fingers into you at godspeed, and you feel your eyes dampen with tears.

your entire body glistens with sweat and your release, the overstimulation making your toes curl and your back arch. you wonder if the tears streaming down your face are just a result of the way his fingers are curling so deliciously against your walls, so good that it hurts, or if it’s because you know this will be the last time he gets his hands all over you.

“lando,” you cry, grasping at nothing. he’s got you naked in the middle of his bed, and he’s still fully clothed, kneeling between your spread thighs like a man on a mission.

his motivation is to make you stay, to make you regret the fact that once this is over, you’re choosing not to come back. his need for you, that raging desire that fuels your every encounter, it has only increased tenfold since the night of your date. but lando isn’t stupid, he knows that after those photos were published the brakes were on this… thing. this was his only chance to convince you to keep this going, but he was fighting a losing battle.

“what do you want, honey? you want me?” lando grunts, speeding up even more. you didn’t think that what he was doing was humanly possible, but the stars you saw and the way your body was practically levitating off the bed said otherwise.

“only gonna have me one last time? is that really what you want, baby?” he continues to run his mouth, crooning over you. you call out his name, begging. begging for another release, begging that you could stay here forever. with him.

and then you see white and god, and you convulse until you’re collapsing into the mattress. your vision is blurry from the tears and the haze and the unwavering emotional torment.

you grab at him, languidly pulling him in. it takes all the strength you have left to secure him, your feet shoving his jeans down his hips while your hands rip his t-shirt off. you’re keening, too sensitive and too needy. you’re agonising over his touch, you need him to sink so deeply into you, so that you can feel him when it’s over and you’re far away from what almost feels like home.

his breath shakes and his eyes gloss over when he pushes into you.

“let me stay like this, just for a minute.” he chokes out. you nod rapidly, your eyes squeezing shut. he kisses into the crook of your neck, panting and mumbling sweet, painful words over and over.

your hands run over golden planes of warmth and muscle, memorising every dip and crease of him. he slowly rolls his hips and your belly clenches, veins set alight. one of his hands scoop up up your wrist, and the motion creates a deep grind unlike anything you’ve ever felt. your wrists are pinned above your head and lando hovers over you so that he stays level, continuing that slow grind, hips hitting yours hard and slow.

he draws a low whine from the back of your throat, one that makes his hips stutter and your pussy clamp down on him as a pleasurable result. you can feel fingerprints forming around the tender skin of your wrists and you want him to dig in harder, slip into your veins and become a permanent part of you.

lando’s eyes are greyer than you’ve ever seen them, boring into your own. you don’t think you ever break eye contact, staring deep into his soul as he stretches every possible part of you. he doesn’t want this to end, you can’t pretend that you do, either.

he changes his angle slightly, long strokes replacing the short drags, but he keeps hitting deep. something possesses you to lean in, as much as you can given his hold on you, and you capture his lips in a kiss that takes him aback for a second. he melts into it, though, and then you’re chest to chest. tongues meet, and moans meld, your legs snake around him like vines.

“need you to come for me, honey. one last time, yeah? need you to feel good for me, baby.” lando mumbles into your mouth, wet and hushed. it’s overwhelming, and everything goes blank. all you are aware of is the burst of pleasure, his hold on your limp wrists, and two grey green eyes that are begging you to stay.

-

you get dressed quickly, whisper goodbye, and disappear out the door. something stops you, and you need clarity, for him more than for yourself.

you peek round the door, finding his unwavering gaze. your forehead creases, awkward anguish. the way you’re looking at him, deep and sympathetic, it makes you ache. this may well have to be the last time you look at him this intently. it stings.

“it’s better this way, you know?” you murmur.

lando nods, begrudgingly, yet obediently in defeat.

and then, once more, you’re gone and the latch on the door clicks somewhere far away in his apartment. he sinks into the bed, drowning in bed sheets and agony. his head thuds against the pillow and he stares out the window. the orange sunset makes his eyes burn. there’s something about the colour that makes him nauseous now that you’re gone.

-

a few days later, you’re in a meeting that you can’t focus on. he’s sat opposite you, not that you spare him a glance. it’s too painful.

you’ve been here for hours, your body becoming one with the office chair that you’re sinking deeper and deeper into.

yes, the car needs to be faster. yes, your heart hurts. yes, we need to up the strategy game.

you zone out, for the umpteenth time, losing yourself in the dark orange sky. it’s getting late. you crave sleep in your lonely bed. while you stare at the swirls and hues of warmth, you shiver.

lando, on the other hand, hasn’t heard a word said since he sat down. not when his eyes instantly find bruised wrists on the other side of the table. they match the bruises on his heart, the ones that you’d left behind when you’d grabbed it, stolen it from its solitude cage.

he watches you watch the sunset, and then the meeting is dismissed and everyone rushes home for dinner.

“who was that you took for dinner, then, noz?” one of the mechanics jeers at lando as you’re leaving the boardroom. those damned fucking photos would never let you sleep well again.

you’re a couple of steps ahead of them, ears perked up. you’re nauseous.

“no one you know.” lando laughs uncomfortably, waving it off. he sounds exhausted.

you fight with the revolving door and rush to your car. you scream as soon as the door slams and you’re in the drivers seat. you thrash against the steering wheel, and then you scream again.

when you compose yourself, and pull out of your parking space, you notice lando’s range rover ahead of you. when you get to the end of the drive, he will turn left, towards london, and you will turn right.

the devil on your shoulder murders the angel in cold blood, silencing the only voice of reason you had left.

when you reach the junction, you turn left, too.

-

yikes. anyways lmao

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