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slytherinspired · 3 years

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Firsts - A Sirius Black Imagine

Pairings : Young Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings : smut, obviously, unprotected sex, swearing, smoking, alcohol and mild drug use.

Hi love! I did it! Beware, it is quite long, I sort of took the liberty to provide some context, but I hope you'll like it! :)

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Sirius is looking back at himself in the mirror, wincing at his reflection. He recognizes his traits sparingly; his dark curls falling to his shoulders, his mocking smirk, his overall nonchalant expression. He knows who he is, but the clothes on his back are completely robbing him of his own identity. He glances bitterly at his beloved leather coat sitting on the back of his desk chair and sighs. The ridiculous black suit he’s wearing barely fits him. He knows it probably used to belong to one of his distant cousins and that it has been quickly and grossly recut to fit him by the house-elf. His parents are downstairs in the drawing room, waiting for him to join them so they can leave for this stupid reception.

He doesn’t even know what it is about, except that he’s going to this apparent important new Ministry guy’s house who threw a sort of lame introduction party, since he just arrived in London with his family. And what he knows is that he’s going to spend the whole night with the type of people he doesn’t want to be assimilated with. From what he heard, the host of the reception just arrived at the Ministry of Magic to help with the passing of some bill for Muggleborn regulations, as awful as it sounds. He’d like to avoid to go, but Walburga has the upper hand on him, and nothing in the world would convince his dear mother to leave her eldest son behind, knowing full well that if she does so, Sirius is going to get the fuck out of there and join these Muggles mingling Potters fools.

‘You look dapper,’ says a soft voice behind him.

Standing in the doorway, Sirius’ youngest brother observes him, grinning.

‘Shut up,’ he replies, annoyed by the stupid smile on Regulus’ face.

His brother crosses his arms and steps into his bedroom. He looks around like he just stepped into some kind of freak show. His gaze rests a little longer on a certain poster. Sirius glances at the Muggle woman dressed in a revealing red swimsuit standing straight in the middle of the picture. He smirks, and caught-red handed, Regulus turns away quickly. She always was his brother's favourite, after all. Whether he wants to admit it or not.

‘Are you going to behave this time?’ he asks, stepping in front of his eldest brother.

Sirius shrugs, trying to adjust the bowtie strangling him. For Merlin’s sake, he thinks, it feels like he’s suffocating already.

‘I always behave, brother dear,’ he replies, trying to undo the knot around his neck. ‘I just don’t behave the way they’d like me to,' referring to their parents.

Regulus shakes his head and starts fiddling with his brother’s bowtie and adjust it perfectly in one fell swoop, as if it were child’s play. Once the knot is properly buckled, he taps Sirius’ chest in an encouraging gesture, and frowns when he feels something hard hidden in the inside pocket of his brother’s vest.

‘Really?’ he asks.

Sirius snorts.

‘Just a bit of courage,’ he admits.

‘And how much courage did you drink already?’

‘Not enough, apparently,’ Sirius replies, thinking about the full flask of warm whiskey tucked inside his suit.

He’d honestly rather be stuck in detention with Snivellus for the rest of his existence then go to this lame-ass party. That alone justifies the whiskey amply.

After a few detours in the city, he finds himself in front of an imposing white manor situated in one of London’s richest Square. Oh, this is going to be a long night, he thinks. Not only it seems like the host is wizard-rich, but he’s also everything rich, period. He rolls his eyes, there’s no issue. Walburga is pressing her long and emaciated fingers into his son’s arm as they step into the great hall of the house. The interior is as posh as the exterior, with its grand marble staircase curving up to the upper floor and its giant diamond-like chandelier hanging over their heads. For God’s sake, is it a live classical assemble he hears playing in the back? As his mother pushes him further inside, the sound of light chatter reaches his ears. He sees his father, dressed in his horrible robes, already on his way to speak with some old acquaintances, quickly followed by Regulus. He scans the principal room for a quiet corner, but it’s filled with this bunch of pricks, and he’s fighting with all his might the panic that is taking over his mind. He finally spots a free corner next to a big window and he walks straight ahead in that direction, hoping no one will recognize him on the way.

‘I heard his son has found some work as a doctor,’ he hears a shrill voice say.

‘A Muggle doctor? How peculiar!’ says another voice.

This is exactly the kind of chatter Sirius doesn’t want to hear. In no way he thinks he’s superior because he was graced with magic powers at birth. It is so suffocating, and he feels so incredibly small and inadequate, drowning in this sea of close-minded guests.

He studies them, recognizes some familiar faces from Hogwarts, but most of them are Slytherins and are not close at all to use them as an escape. A waiter walks in front of him, holding a tray where champagne flutes fill themselves up. He grabs one and drink it in one sip. He’s already quite tipsy, but he doesn’t care. He’d rather be intoxicated right now to bury this hatred deep within. God, he needs air.

He sees Walburga looking for him in the room, and she’s walking next to a tall and handsome man. For Godric’s sake, why is she walking straight in his direction? The man next to her doesn’t look as old as his mother, but the grey strands in his black hair betrays his age. He looks posh, and haughty.

‘This is my eldest son, Sirius,’ says his mother in a toneless voice. ‘Sirius, this his our host, Mr Santorini.’

‘Pleased to meet your, Mr Black,’ says the man while he extends his hand.

Sirius gets up on his feet, subtly struggling to find his balance, under the duo’s concerned stare. He rapidly and weakly shakes the man’s hand and nods. Ashamed, Walburga shoots darts at her son and quickly turns away from him.

‘My youngest, Regulus, is doing quite well at Hogwarts, see, he’s - ...’ her voice fades away.

Sirius closes his eyes; he needs to find some distraction. And what could be better than the little thing he has brought to the party that is currently hidden in his pocket behind the whiskey flask? He needs to feel something else than the dreadful thoughts he has right now. He struts to the giant marble staircase and finds his way on the upper level without attracting attention to him. That is one advantage when no one cares about you; not being seen. The voices downstairs are slowly fading away and he feels already so much better.

He runs a nervous hand in his dark locks, feeling quite hot, with this bowtie strangling him. There must be a door leading outside. He tries to open the first one on his right, but the handle doesn’t bulge; it’s locked. And Walburga has confiscated his wand at the beginning of the summer upon his return from Hogwarts, so there’s no use. He sighs and adventures further away in the hall.

He has more luck with the second door, and finds himself into a deserted bedroom. His eyes make out the giant bed over the central wall of the room, and spots some sealed boxes on the floor. The translucent curtains discreetly veil the large windows in front of him, and he opens one widely and lights himself a cigarette without a care, pacing into the room nervously. He sees some pictures resting on a vintage dresser on the opposite wall. There are rows of books in the built-in bookcases, and even some disperse vinyls taking up some of the space. He’s clearly trespassing someone’s intimacy, but whose? Sirius walks to the dresser and opens up the first drawer. A tickling feeling in his stomach at the sight of the several underwear – even in the darkness – makes him wonder how long has it been since he’s been intimate with someone. The last time was before school ended, with Mallory, and it was just snogging. He never went all the way... He chuckles discreetly at the thought and taps the ashes of his cigarette on the floor. Fuck this house, fuck this bedroom, and fuck this posh Pureblood family.

‘Mm, mm.’

Someone has cleared their throat behind him. He jumps, and tries to hide the cigarette away.

‘Please, don’t stop for me,’ says a girl in the doorway.

He can’t make up her traits in the darkness, but she sounds young. She steps right in front of him.

‘I don’t think you should be up here,’ she says.

He feels like a child, caught red-handed. He feels suddenly very trapped.

‘I heard the owner of this house is quite severe,’ she adds, taking the cigarette away from him, inhaling the smoke into her lungs, and exhaling. ‘If he found us in his daughter’s room, I think he’d torture us without any remorse.’

‘His daughter’s room?’ he replies nervously.

She nods, giving him back his cigarette.

‘A real pest.’

There is an awkward silence.

‘What were you doing here?’ she adds.

‘Looking for a way out,’ he replies in all honesty. ‘What about you?’

‘Just about the same.’ She glances at the cigarette. ‘You might want to put it out now.’

‘I really don’t,’ he replies, taking one last whiff, ‘but when do I get what I want anyway?’

He throws it on the hard-wood floor indifferently and follows the stranger in the hallway. She turns around to take a good look at him.

‘I’m Y/N, by the way – ‘

He feels like his legs are going to flinch. He doesn’t know if it’s the sudden nicotine rush, or the champagne mixed with the whiskey, or the lights in the hallway shinning over Y/N’s green doe eyes staring at him, or her long black hair waving on her back, or her delicious pink lips, or the gentle freckles on her nose, but he’s suddenly feeling quite light-headed.

‘You okay there?’ she laughs. ‘What’s your name?’

He shakes his head, trying to regain his thoughts.

‘I’m, er. I’m Si – ‘should he really tell her his real name? ‘I’m Sid.’

‘Sid,’ she repeats. ‘Well, Sid, you don’t look too good.’

‘I don’t feel too good,’ he admits.

Her expression changes. She’s not amused anymore. She’s pitying him.

‘Follow me,’ she says, grabbing his hand like she has known him forever, dragging him to the end of the wall where they cross a door and end up on a small balcony overlooking the deserted garden.

‘How to you know this place?’ he asks, resting his arms on the guardrail, humming the fresh crisp air.

‘Hung out with the pest earlier,’ she replies.

‘Not anymore?’

‘Told you, she’s a pest. I can’t leave, though. I’m sort of stuck here.’

‘So am I.’

She laughs lightly. The moonlight shines on her beautiful face, and her traits are so soft, and if he was much more like himself, he’d try to charm her the way he knows how.

‘So, Sid. What are we avoiding?’ she asks away.

‘My parents, I guess,’ he replies, taking out the flask of whiskey of his pocket.

He takes a big sip and hands it to her. She considers it for a moment and grabs it. The wind flies through her hair, and her perfume reaches his nostrils, a perfectly well-balanced mix of vanilla and gentle notes of citrus. The fragrance shoots up his nose and wafts around his brain. Fuck, she’s so beautiful.

‘What about them?’ she asks away, wincing when she swallows the liquor.

He snorts. He doesn’t want to talk about his parents right now. Not when the prettiest girl he’s ever seen is standing right in front of him. He has something else on his mind now.

‘Your accent,’ he says, switching subjects. ‘It’s not from here.’

Y/N nods.

‘I grew up all over the place, but mostly America.’

‘You don’t sound American.’

She smiles, revealing a straight row of perfectly pearly white teeth.

‘My family, we’re from Sicily.’

He nods.

‘It’s in Italy – ‘

‘I know where Sicily is, I’m not stupid,’ he replies harshly, a bit offended.

But Y/N chuckles lightly, and her soft laugh brings his attitude down. He can’t help but stare at her. She’s a bit overdressed to his taste, but hey, so is he. He wonders what is hiding underneath that navy dress of hers, and if her skin is as soft as he imagines it is. He needs to calm down.

‘First time in London, then?’

She nods.

‘What do you think?’ he asks, locking eyes with her.

She licks her lower lip without realizing it.

‘Well, I don’t hate the accent,’ she teases.

Praised be Godric.

‘Tell me, Sid, you seem to be about my age, yet you’re drunk like an old man with a drinking problem, and you probably smoke like a city boy. I keep wondering if I really should be alone with you right now.’

‘Are you afraid?’ he asks.

She shakes her head.

‘Rarely.’

‘To be honest, Y/N,’ he says, pronouncing every syllable of her name like he could actually taste it, ‘I was alone up there to find a quiet spot for this.’

He shows up the joint between his fingers. She squints for a short moment and smiles.

‘I see.’

Y/N’s eyes bored into him. He wonders if he has crossed a line. He barely knows her, after all.

‘Let’s go somewhere more private, then,’ she suggests, grabbing his hand. He doesn’t even have the time to appreciate the softness of her skin when he feels himself disapparating, his body swirling in every direction, and a sudden urge of panic takes hold off him. When he reapparates in a loud pop, he shouts:

‘What the hell are you doing? Are you bloody insane?’

‘What, did you never apparate before?’

‘Yes, I did but -,’ he is freaking out, Walburga must think he’s left and is probably fulminating. ‘My mother, she’s going to hex me! Bring us back!’

‘Why?’ Eliana asks, intrigued. ‘How would she know?’

Sirius shakes his head nervously.

‘She placed some sort of charm on me, I’m not allowed to leave her sight. If she knows I left the premises, she’ll find me and – ‘

He stops himself from saying too much. Perhaps it would be a bit intense to share with the girl what would Walburga do to him. At least, he wouldn’t have to explain the healing bruises on his ribcage.

‘Relax, Sid. We’re still on the premises.’

He looks around and spots the house in the distance through a small window. Are they in some sort of guest house? A garden shed? There is nothing around him, he’s just standing on a mat. Relieved, he sits down, running a hand in his hair. Y/N joins him and creates a small fire by flicking her wand, enough to dimly light the room they are in.

‘You’re actually scared of your parents. Why?’

Sirius chuckles. He’s not scared, he’s terrified of them. She points out the little stick he forgot he was holding between his fingers.

‘Shall we?’ she suggests.

‘Who says I want to share?’

She pouts adorably. He lights it up and he takes a good breath of the substance and exhales slowly, indulging the heavy smoke, his lungs burning, and a light sensation rushes to his head. Them Muggles can also do magic, he thinks to himself. Under her curious eyes, he passes the stick in her delicate hands, and observes her. Her delicious lips reach it, and she slowly breathes it in. She starts coughing, tears running to her eyes.

‘Wait,’ he laughs, ‘is this your first time?’

She presses her hand to her rounded chest, laughing uncontrollably. Sirius shakes his head, following her laugh, and explains to her how to actually get the smoke to her lungs.

‘There, yes – keep it still a second, let it -, yes, good,’ it’s like teaching children how to mount a broom, ‘and exhale. Brilliant.’

He waits a second before taking another whiff. Y/N’s mouth curves into a smile and she closes her eyes slowly.

‘Oh,’ she exhales, ‘this is – ‘

‘I know,’ replies Sirius, smiling. ‘I know.’

‘Oh,’ she repeats.

He stares at her, admiring her delicate features. Her eyes are still closed and he sees her falling on her back, completely relaxed. If his mother saw him right now, smoking pot with a random girl he met at this rich guy’s party, she’d have a good reason to use the Cruciatus curse on him for once. Or she’d cut his head before he could say he’s sorry. He decides to join Y/N and rests his back on the floor. He lays his head just beside hers and fixes the ceiling. He feels better now, and it’s not just the drugs.

‘I feel so heavy,’ she says, sliding her hands on her naked arms.

She turns her head and looks at him.

‘Do you feel heavy?’

‘Kind of,’ he laughs.

He doesn’t particularly feel heavy. In fact, he feels relieved, and mostly, he feels horny. Good god.

‘What is there to do in London at night?’ she asks.

‘Mm,’ he hesitates. ‘Pubs, clubs, walking around Southbank, I guess.’

‘Never went to a pub,’ she admits.

He wants to run his finger on her cheek. He wants to grab her face and press his lips on hers.

‘You’re kidding,’ he replies, still fixing that beautiful mouth of hers.

She shakes her head lightly, and a stroke of her long hair falls in her eyes. Her little red stained eyes. He smiles at the view, and slowly leans closer, replacing the stroke of black hair behind her ear.

‘I’ll bring you to a pub, one day,’ he mutters, daydreaming out loud.

‘Wouldn’t you mother kill you if you did?’ she jokes.

‘She would. It would be worth the risk, though.’

She turns on her stomach and rests her head on her hands. He keeps staring at her, detailing everything.

‘What are you looking at?’ she chuckles.

‘Just admiring the view,’ he replies frankly.

She would blush if she wasn’t all flustered already. There’s an odd adrenaline spluttering inside of him as he feels her close, and his pulse quickens and he’s feeling so hot right now, he’s melting into the rug. There’s a comfortable silence between them, and they both enjoy it for a couple of minutes. There is something about this girl, this nonchalant attitude, and her mesmerizing eyes, and her accent, and the way her body moves when she finally sits down again, pulling her dress over her thighs to sit comfortably, making him lose his fucking mind. If he weren’t so distracted by her presence, he’d be sweet talking to her, like he’s so used to do with other girls. But he’s simply incapable of doing so, like she’s robbed him of his means.

‘We should go back, they’re going to be looking for us,’ she whispers, showing him her hand to help him sit back.

But he doesn’t want to go back and mingle with the people he hates. He wants to be alone with her, if it is just to stay motionless on this rug in her company. He takes her hand and sits back up, and their eyes lock again, and they stare at each other, and he’s wondering if he’s hallucinating someone so perfect to help him cope with this emptiness he feels all the time. She absentmindedly licks her lips, taunting him, and he has to remind himself how to breathe, as his lips quirk hesitantly, sighing out loud to stop himself from pining her underneath him.

‘Yeah,’ he stutters, like a fucking coward, and then he clears his throat and steadies his pulse and sternly instructs himself to get it together, dude. James would be laughing at him if he saw him right now.

But they both stay there, motionless. He can feel the drugs running away from his bloodstream, he’s on another high now, another rush, and it has nothing to do with it. He can’t stop staring at her lips. Her expression washes over him in waves, and he pins a hesitant smile on his face, hoping it will distract her from the bulge growing down there.

‘Or we could just, you know, stay here for a while,’ she suggests.

For fuck’s sake.

He’s only able to gulp and nod, his cock painfully growing thick through the fabric. He tries to hide the bump by placing his arm over his legs, but instead it catches her attention down there, and her eyes quickly spots it, but she innocently acts like she’s unaware of the effect she has on him. If he could only smack his lips on hers.

Her emerald eyes are wide open, she leans in and presses her soft lips on his, and he’s never felt so relieved in his entire life, her mouth is warm and soft, and he can actually run his hands in her soft hair, and he can hear his heart hammering in his ears, and she actually lets out a discreet moan in his mouth, and fuck, there he is, gone, he knows there is no way back from there.

He feels her hands slowly unbuckling his belt and removing those atrocious trousers, and he follows through, pulling up her dress to reveal her skin. He removes his shirt, he has dreamt all night to rip it off his body from the second he put it on, and now she’s pushing him on his back on the hard rug and places kisses in the crook of his neck, sliding her tongue all the way down, and he knows where she’s heading, but he can’t let her do that, or he’s going to cum already. He grabs her head softly, and while he’s busy sticking his tongue into her mouth, he’s unclasps her top, tosses it on the floor, and starts licking her round breasts, circling her hard nipples with his tongue. He realizes it is actually the first time he’s allowed to touch naked breasts, and Merlin, this is so much better when there’s no fabric covering them.

He pins her small body under him, and he slowly moves down on her. He admires her ribcage moving up and down, and he can hears her heavy breathing, and he feels like he can’t hold it anymore. He runs his lips on her skin, down her stomach, to the birth of her underwear, pulling them down very gently. Sirius can’t believe he just met her a couple of hours ago; he feels like he has been desiring her for an eternity. There was a before her, and there’s now – and all the shit he’s been dealing with since school ended is now tucked away in the back of his mind. He caresses with his lips the soft bump between her legs, indulging the new sensation, and then just takes a mouthful of her sex. Her breathing stops, her ribcage is suspended for a second, and then she breathes out and grabs the back of his head while he tastes her. It’s sweet, and warm, and wet, and salty at the same time, and it’s so fucking good.

She’s squirming and writhing beneath him, her subtle moans amplifying. The gasps she makes sends sparks of unbearable pleasure through him, and he feels dizzy, like his heart is about to explode, ready to jump out of his chest at any moment. He slides one finger into her, and then another, and she spams around his fingers. He observes her perfect body tensing at his touch, cupping one breast with one hand while she orgasms into his mouth, her fluids mixing with his saliva. Her face is flushed and her pupils are dilated, and he could very well be on this high for the rest of his existence. But she places kisses on his lips, tasting herself on him, and his cock is so hard, he can’t help but groan when he feels her hand grabs his sex through the fabric of his underwear, slowly stroking him. It is pure torture.

He feels the small piece of clothing covering him sliding down his legs, and he kicks it on the floor. She stares at him in the eyes and licks her fingers, then moves her hand down there again, gently applying pressure on his hard-on. Sirius’ head tilt to the back, blood rushes through him. That is a different story when it’s someone’s else hand, isn’t?

She lays down in front of him, and he follows her as she guides is cock at the entrance of her sex, and it’s so wet, how is he going to pull through? He’s shaking with apprehension but pure pleasure. She suddenly frowns.

‘Wait,’ she hesitates, ‘is this your first time?’

He nods. There’s so point in lying.

‘Do you want to stop?’

Of course, he doesn’t want to stop. He shakes his head, and her face lits up.

They kiss and he presses the tip of his cock into her, slowly, to get every sensation right, and he closes his eyes and, oh this feels so fucking good, and he can’t help but exhales of relief when he feels the warmth, and he hears her gasping underneath him. He’s sinking into her, and she pushes his length even farther by raising her hips. Why does it feel so good? He starts to pace inside her, like he has known what to do forever, increasing the tempo, and she moans under him. He moves swiftly now, trying with all his might to not just release himself off the pressure. She throws her head back into the rug, he feels sweat pearling at the birth of his forehead, his locks fall into his eyes, and he accelerates his pace and presses her legs on her stomach, and oh my god, this is even better.

She presses her right hand on his chest, running her fingers over his hard stomach, avoiding the bruises, detailing each parcel of his body. She looks back up and pushes her lips on his, and their tongues meet, and he’s completely melting into her. She finally bucks her hips tightly and Sirius hisses, he can’t hold up anymore. Oh, he wants to hear her say his name – if only he had given his real one – but she lets a loud ‘fuck’ escape her mouth, and she’s damp with sweat, and he never seen something so beautiful, he slams into her harder and faster, he groans while his grip tightens around her delicate waist. He feels almost he’s in pain and something stronger than life itself is burning him; yes, he’s burning up down there, he can’t hold it anymore, his whole body is on fire, he glances at her one last time, and he lets out a guttural growl, while feeling his insides pushing his soul out, and for a short moment, he thinks he’s dying, spilling his warm seed into her, filling her up while’s he petrified, hanging between dream and reality, thinking his heart stopped beating.

It is only half an hour later that he comes back to the manor, flustered and feeling out of his body, followed by Y/N. She’s even prettier under the warm lights, blushed cheeks, and he relives in his mind what just happened over and over again. That wasn’t bad for a first time, he thinks.

‘Y/N! Papà has been looking for you forever, where were you?’, a young girl is staring at her.

She shares similar traits with Y/N, but she looks younger, about Regulus’ age. Her arms are crossed, and she observes Sirius oddly, in a manner that makes him believe she can easily guess what Y/N was doing all the time they’ve been away.

‘Where is he?’ asks Y/N.

The young girl points at the host, the man he shook hands with earlier, speaking with Sirius’ father and a couple of older men in the corner of the room.

‘Clara,’ mumbles Y/N with a threatening expression. ‘non dire niente a Papà.’

The young girl rolls her eyes and leaves them. Sirius frowns. Wait a minute, is this girl...

‘Didn’t you tell me the host’s daughter was -’ he mumbles, feeling his hands becoming moist.

‘A pest,’ she smiles. ‘My sister.’

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fascinatedhelix · 4 years

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So after forming the Lord of Shades and the destruction of the satellite, what was the aftermath with the trankils? Like I imagine extreme worry from the musicians about their trankils after the Lord of Shades deforms

OK, so here’s the basics:

After the satellite’s destroyed, the Lord of Shades kinda just... melts into this amorphous pool of void, before it concentrates back into the forms of the vessels. The poor things are scattered across a few blocks where the titan landed, so it takes a while for them to get their bearings and go home. Naturally, their caretakers are deeply worried, but most come home not too long after sunrise (besides Sterling, who took the opportunity to sneak off and, ahem, deal with Kliff).

Pretty much as soon as Mayday and Zuke confirm they’re not joining NSR, the artists pretty much bolt to where the Lord of Shades was to find theirs. Everyone’s got their teary eyed moments and bits of anger born of worry.

Tatiana gets low-key worried about Sterling, because on some level she suspected they’d leave her for her controlling behavior, but she’s relieved to find that they return after a few hours, smelling of the sea. They tell her they fell into the ocean after the Lord of Shades dispersed, and she doesn’t press the issue further.

Vinyl City makes an unspoken agreement to avoid directly addressing the whole Lord of Shades thing, out of a sense of protectiveness over the trankil and as a way of saying thanks. Even the news, which coincidentally has a trankil wandering about their studio, doesn’t comment on it.

But, Riley’s got a whole lot more inspiration to work off of after that, much to Eve’s joy. She is the sort to eagerly throw herself into her art, and encourages they too take that route of expression. Part of her museum winds up looking like one of HP Lovecraft’s less racist nightmares soon enough, though the eldritch horrors are friendlier in tone.

It’s after this that the trankil start getting their growth spurts, partly due to the care they’ve been getting and the power influx from the transformation. Naturally, the learning curve for how to handle humanoid bug molts is steep, but the city gets used to it pretty quickly. DJSS has to move Comet into a proper bassinet once they outgrow their box, though they keep the blanket. At their sad eyes, he cuts up the sides of the box and tapes them to the sides. Now they’re too big for the pocket, but he still carries them around by zipping up his hoodie and putting them there. Bunny gets just a little bigger, and the Sayu team are delighted to find that they’re growing little cheek nubs, not knowing they’d grow into full on horns when they would reach adulthood. They develop a little tick of rubbing their cheek with a hand when thinking, much to the amusement of their caretakers. Thorn’s growth spurt is handled perhaps the easiest, if only because they’re one of the few trankil that are still growing who’ve been through it before, and they explain what to do (warm damp towels to loosen the molt, patience in removing the shed, and giving the vessel time for the new exoskeleton to dry and harden before doing anything that might make it set weirdly). Yinu’s mom helpfully shares this information on a trankil caretaker forum, much to the appreciation of other caretakers. Scotty is initially frustrated because of the restriction involved in the molting process, and then the process of getting used to their new proportions, but once they’re done they become a force to be reckoned with. Longer legs mean getting to run faster, much to Neon J’s moderate horror (they’re already hard enough to keep up with, thank you!). Eve makes a little statue of Riley’s former size in commemoration of the occasion, joking that it’ll be part of a series to embarrass them with when they’re older. They seem pretty cool with the idea, though. Sterling doesn’t get bigger, much to Tatiana’s relief (”We already struggle to get you through doors.”), but they do get... wings. They just kind of burst out of their back one day; six huge, black and translucent leaf-shaped wings, not unlike their father’s. Once they get over the ungodly pain and annoyance at how difficult it is now to put on clothes (not that it was easy to begin with, being huge and having huge ass horns), they rather like the wings, if only to quietly mess with people. Ghost’s growth spurt is met with a little party by BBJ, though Mayday and Zuke agree that disposing of the shed is the grossest thing they’ve done in a while, and that’s a lot considering they live in a sewer and collect antique toilet seats for their décor.

Tatiana doesn’t get word of Kliff’s disappearance until the investigation she ordered on him leads to Vinyl City PD breaking into his apartment, only to find it empty. She wouldn’t be too worried about that - she would have been shocked if he didn’t skip town after that fiasco - but she grows concerned when she hears more of the state of the apartment; the place looked like a tornado had torn through it, with furniture lying upside down or broken into pieces, and there wasn’t a single piece of technology left behind, not even an extension cord. Weeks later, they find some junk washing ashore and find that it was engraved with his name. And yet more weeks later, red shoes. It’s after that he’s quietly pronounced dead, with VCPD coming to the conclusion he threw himself in and staged it to look like a murder out of spite for NSR, especially since there were no signs of forced entry into his apartment, no DNA evidence ever implying anyone was there, and the neighbors never seeing or hearing anything unusual before he was reported missing.

#suicide mention #death mention #both very subtle at the end #hollow knight #no straight roads #crossover au

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26 November 2019: Dev-o Live, Devo. (Rhino/Warner, 2019)

In 1980 the six-track EP Dev-o Live was released. Those six tracks were taken from a full-length radio-show promo album. In 1999 that promo album got its first commercial release, on the Rhino Handmade label. Flash forward 20 more years and here it comes on its first commercial vinyl issue, for Black Friday RSD.

Devo has become one of the most prolific bands when it comes to archival releases. They seem to have at least one new item every year. I buy them all. The very first “grown-up” album in my collection was Devo’s debut LP, given to me by my brother for Christmas 1978. I’d been playing his copy so much that he felt I needed my own. I was over the moon about this.

Above we see the album with its shrinkwrap slipped off. That center image, of the top of one of the band’s “Energy Dome” hats, is the record label; the sleeve is die-cut. Then we see it with the shrink back on, showing the stickers. Then there’s a close-up of the main sticker.

Below we see the front of the jacket once the album has been pulled out. Through the die-cut we see another Energy Dome image. The inside of the sleeve is colored red and yellow; the next photo is a glimpse inside, showing the stripes of my ironing board through the die-cut. Then we have the back cover.

Finally, here are close-ups of both labels and then a shot that sort of shows that the wax is translucent blue.

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Cannibal Corpse graces Decibel Magazine cover - for the fifth time! On November 3rd, Cannibal Corpse will release their 14th full-length, Red Before Black, via Metal Blade Records. For a preview of the record, be sure to pick up the November issue of Decibel Magazine, which features a cover story about Red Before Black - and marks the fifth appearance of Cannibal Corpse on Decibel's cover! To purchase your copy online, please visit: https://store.decibelmagazine.com/collections/back-issues/products/november-2017-157 Decibel domestic subscribers can expect to receive the November issue in the mail within the next two weeks. All five Cannibal Corpse Decibel covers can also be purchased in a specially priced bundle (while supplies last!) at: https://store.decibelmagazine.com/collections/bundles/products/cannibal-corpse-bundle To hear Red Before Black's first single, "Code of the Slashers", please visit: http://metalblade.com/cannibalcorpse where the record can also be pre-ordered in the following formats:--digipak CD (US exclusive)--limited edition 2CD digipak (EU exclusive)--jewelcase CD (EU exclusive)--opaque red vinyl (USA exclusive - limited to 700 copies)--coke bottle clear vinyl (USA exclusive - limited to 500 copies)--white vinyl (FYE exclusive - limited to 300 copies)--transparent red / clear split vinyl (USA exclusive - limited to 500 copies)--translucent blue vinyl (Hells Headbangers exclusive - limited to 300 copies)--180g black vinyl (EU exclusive)--olive green marbled vinyl (EU exclusive - limited to 500 copies)--blood red / black marbled vinyl (EU exclusive - limited to 300 copies)--blood red / white splattered vinyl (EMP exclusive - limited to 200 copies)--white / red splattered vinyl (Ebay exclusive - limited to 200 copies)--opaque wine red marbled vinyl (Napalm exclusive - limited to 200 copies)--box-set (limited to 1500 copies): limited edition 2CD digipak, 'Blood Covered' white / red marble vinyl, cassette, back patch, sweat band, guitar picks, and poster in a black cardboard box (~12.5" x 12.5" x 1.25")* exclusive bundles with a shirt, plus digital options are also available! Many words come to mind when you hear the name Cannibal Corpse, but one truly defines the soon-to-be thirty-year death metal veterans: Unstoppable. Produced by Erik Rutan (Hate Eternal, Goatwhore), Red Before Black serves to not only reiterate this but to once more raise the stakes, making it very clear who sets the standard when it comes to always compelling music that is equally brutal and complex. Moreover, the band have pushed themselves again, ensuring that it stands out from their catalog. "Throughout our career we've tried to improve the precision of both our musical execution and our album production, while still maintaining full-on aggression. 'Red Before Black' continues in that direction, but might go even further on the aggressive side of things. It's definitely precise, but it has a rawness to it that goes beyond anything we've done recently," asserts bassist Alex Webster. "We really worked super hard crafting these songs, practicing them, and getting them where we wanted to be more so than on any of our previous albums," adds drummer Paul Mazurkiewicz. "And as Alex said, musically I think it's the most raw sound we've had - and at the same time I think it's our most focused, tightest and catchiest record." Red Before Black track-listing1. Only One Will Die2. Red Before Black3. Code of the Slashers4. Shedding My Human Skin5. Remaimed6. Firestorm Vengeance7. Heads Shoveled Off8. Corpus Delicti9. Scavenger Consuming Death10. In the Midst of Ruin11. Destroyed Without a Trace12. Hideous Ichor In support of Red Before Black, Cannibal Corpse will first head out on a USA tour in November/December with Power Trip and Gatecreeper, before heading overseas in early 2018 for a European trek with The Black Dahlia Murder, No Return, and In Arkadia. See below for all dates. Cannibal Corpse tour datesw/ Power Trip, GatecreeperNov. 3 - Jacksonville, FL - MavericksNov. 4 - Pensacola, FL - Vinyl Music HallNov. 5 - Birmingham, AL - SaturnNov. 6 - Memphis, TN - New Daisy TheaterNov. 8 - Dallas, TX - TreesNov. 9 - Houston, TX - White OakNov. 10 - Austin, TX - Sound on Sound FestivalNov. 12 - Phoenix, AZ - Club RedNov. 13 - Santa Ana, CA - The ObservatoryNov. 14 - San Francisco, CA - SlimsNov. 15 - San Francisco, CA - SlimsNov. 17 - Seattle, WA - NeumosNov. 18 - Portland, OR - Hawthorne TheaterNov. 19 - Boise, ID - Knitting FactoryNov. 20 - Salt Lake City, UT - The ComplexNov. 22 - Denver, CO - SummitNov. 24 - Chicago, IL - Thalia HallNov. 25 - Detroit, MI - St. Andrews HallNov. 26 - Cleveland, OH - Agora BallroomNov. 28 - Boston, MA - RoyaleNov. 29 - New York, NY - Stage 48Nov. 30 - Philadelphia, PA - TLADec. 1 - Richmond, VA - BroadberryDec. 2 - Wilmington, NC - The Throne TheaterDec. 3 - Greensboro, NC - Pete'sDec. 5 - Louisville, KY - Mercury BallroomDec. 6 - Nashville, TN - Exit/InDec. 7 - Atlanta, GA - MasqueradeDec. 8 - Tampa, FL - The Orpheum Cannibal Corpse tour datesw/ The Black Dahlia Murder, No Return (Feb. 9-25), In Arkadia (Feb. 27-Mar. 18)Feb. 9 - Hannover, Germany - MusikzentrumFeb. 10 - Copenhagen, Denmark - VegaFeb. 11 - Gothenburg, Sweden - Sticky FingersFeb. 12 - Stockholm, Sweden - KlubbenFeb. 13 - Oslo, Norway - ParkteatretFeb. 15 - Kolding, Denmark - GodsetFeb. 16 - Hamburg, Germany - GruenspanFeb. 17 - Geiselwind, Germany - Music HallFeb. 18 - Bochum, Germany - MatrixFeb. 20 - Kassel, Germany - 130bpmFeb. 21 - Prague, Czech Republic - Palac AropolisFeb. 22 - Bratislava, Slovakia - Majestic Music ClubFeb. 23 - Munich, Germany - BackstageFeb. 24 - Magdeburg, Germany - FactoryFeb. 25 - Stuttgart, Germany - im WizemannFeb. 27 - Geneva, Switzerland - L'UsineFeb. 28 - Milan, Italy - Live ClubMar. 1 - Grenoble, France - Belle ElectricMar. 2 - Toulouse, France - Le MetronumMar. 3 - Bilbao, Spain - Santana 27Mar. 4 - Madrid, Spain - PenelopeMar. 6 - Barcelona, Spain - Razzmatazz 2Mar. 7 - St. Etienne, France - Le FilMar. 8 - Caen, France - CargoMar. 9 - Antwerp, Belgium - TrixMar. 10 - Cologne, Germany - EssigfabrikMar. 11 - Eindhoven, Netherlands - DynamoMar. 13 - Norwich, UK - WaterfrontMar. 14 - Manchester, UK - O2 RitzMar. 15 - Glasgow, UK - O2 ABCMar. 16 - Bristol, UK - BierkellerMar. 17 - Nottingham, UK - Rock CityMar. 18 - London, UK - O2 Forum Kentish TownMar. 19 - Dublin, Ireland - Tivoli*Mar. 20 - Limerick, Ireland - Dolan's Warehouse*Mar. 22 - Belfast, Ireland - Limelight 2**= no The Black Dahlia Murder https://www.facebook.com/cannibalcorpsehttps://twitter.com/CorpseOfficialhttps://www.youtube.com/user/cannibalcorpsehttp://cannibalcorpse.net/

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