#ft. syrus

[the-evil-authoress]

Finally got over the sheer indecision of seeing so many wips (lots of interesting one you got there), so!

RE:CREATE and/or Hero Mask?

*CACKLES MANIACALLY* THANK YOU LOVELY

Re:CREATE (wip title honestly this thing is brain soup and idk what to title it anymore, original title when the story ends) is actually a fic for the anime the aforementioned character I might shove in the Twist fic is from, Re:CREATORS. In which I decided to throw Kanoya Rui back into the 'real world' and gave him a boyfriend. :3 (There is also sex but uh we're not gonna talk about that here. ^^;)

And I just realized that this is all semi coherent nonsense without a single fully fleshed out scene so lemme just find something that isn't too illegible

Re:CREATE

Kanoya out on the town one day, still getting used to this new life of his and trying to find a place.

“Excuse me.”

Kanoya looks up at a young woman, probably around his or Meteora’s age, [insert description]. Everyone here looks so plain compared to the bright colors Kanoya’s used to from his home world. 

“This might sound a bit strange but can I get a picture of you?” Just over the woman’s shoulder, he catches sight of a somewhat frantic looking young man, ‘No, wait, what are you-’ “You look exactly like my best friend’s favorite anime character.”

“Aya!” the boy comes running up and grabs his friend’s shoulder, frantically spewing words “I’m so sorry about her, it’s really nothing- you can’t just go asking strangers for their picture-”

Kanoya’s confusion turns to a grin and a laugh. “Sure! I don’t mind!”

“Eh?”

“Great!” Aya claps her hands together “And since you’re here, you two should take it together!”

“EH?” The other boy stumbles and flails as Aya eagerly shoves him into Kanoya’s space.

The boy awkwardly stands next to a grinning Kanoya as Aya gets her phone out - “Closer!”

“So, your favorite character - is it Kanoya Rui?”

The boy startles “Eh? Ye-yeah. How did you know?”

Kanoya just beams and casually throws his arm around the boy’s shoulder as Aya calls for them to stop talking and smile at the camera. The boy squawks, embarrassed as fuck.

“Did you get a good one?”

“The best!” Aya laughing at Kazuhiko’s face in the photo. Kazuhiko.exe has stopped functioning. “Thank you!”

Kazuhiko probably comes back online to start wailing at Aya again, or Aya just prompts him to start moving.

“Oh, by the way, do you know how to get to place?”

“Yeah, it’s just over __.”

“Cool. Thanks. Later!”

Silence

“He even sounds exactly like him!” stunned. Aya laughs. “I cannot believe you just did that.”

“Well you weren’t going to.”

“Of course I’m not going to ask a complete stranger for a photo! We’re not even at a con! … You better send me that.”

“Ohhh? What if I don’t?”

“Aya!”

“You didn’t even want me to take the picture and now you want to keep it!”

“Of course I do! He looked like freaking Kanoya come to life!”

“Haha, you should have gotten his number. Or at least his name.”

“For what? It’s not like I’m ever going to see him again.”

~~~

Hero Mask is actually my giant GX rewrite ft OC(s) that I keep posting snidbits of for prompt events and never actually writing. ^^; ONE DAY! I AM DETERMINED. Lemme see if I can pull up something that hasn't been posted before.

UNDER CUT BECAUSE THIS IS GETTING LONG.

Hero Mask

Jaden moves in her peripheral and Christina looks up to see him wandering down a hall as if drawn by something. An armored spirit he can't see disappears around a corner ahead of him.

"Uh, Jaden? Where are you going?" Syrus peers nervously after him.

"There's something going on this way! I can tell!"

Ohhh Jaden's dueling senses are kicking in. Still scary how accurately he can pinpoint that. Or maybe a part of him can still sense duel spirits? No, stop that, that kind of wishful thinking is setting herself up for disappointment. 

"What kind of something?" Syrus whines as he scampers after. Pocketing her PDA, Christina follows. She knows better than to get between Jaden and his current hyperfixation.

"A duel! Can't you just smell it, Syrus?" Jaden breathes in deeply and marches forward. The duel spirit hovers ahead of them, seemingly oblivious to the humans following it.

Syrus pauses to sniff the air curiously. "Um...no?" 

Jaden leads them into a large open room lined with stadium style seats and a raised dueling platform that looks like something straight out of the Kaiba Dome. Christina can't help but feel impressed, if a tad cynical. You can tell Seto Kaiba went all out on the budget for this school.

"Get a look at this!" Jaden's eyes practically sparkle.

Their presence draws the attention of a couple of boys in blue standing on the dueling platform, and the way they sneer down at the four of them has Christina's hackles rising. "What are you doing here? Scram." The one with pointy hair has the gall to make a shooing motion at them with his hand.

"And why should I?" Jaden protests.

The other blue perks at the sight of Jaden. "Hey wait, that's the guy who beat Dr. Crowler." He leans back to call over his shoulder, "Chazz, the kid who beat Dr. Crowler is here!"

A third blue appears above them with spiky emo hair that could almost put Yugi's to shame. He looks down his nose at Jaden as if appraising the other boy and Christina does not like his expression one bit. "Huh. Doesn't look like much. Told you it must have been a fluke. Anyway, scram before we call security on you trespassing." He waves a dismissive hand as he turns away.

"Trespassing?" Jaden sputters as Syrus very meekly tries to pull him back to the door. "I'm a student like you. I have every right to be here."

"Nuh-uh." Spiky hair number one points above their heads and Christina twists to see a giant Obelisk crest hanging over the entrance. "This is the Obelisk Blue arena."

"Then he gets a free pass," Christina says coldly, arms crossed. "Cuz I'm an Obelisk Blue and I say he can be here."

The guy balks at her. "You're a gir-"

"Ya wanna go, porcupine head?" Christina bares her teeth, stamping a foot on the first step up the area. Jaden casually steps back as the other boy jerks.

Chazz only smirks. "Feisty, I like that."

"Gag me," Christina scoffs.

“Maybe later if you’re offering.” EXCUSE ME, did this little turd just- “But how about a duel first?”

"Hell yeah! Now you're talking my language!" Jaden eagerly steps up.

"Not you!" Chazz snaps. "Why would I waste my time on a worthless slacker like you?"

Oh, Christina is going to enjoy mopping the floor with this sleaze. 

"Give it a rest Chazz," a new voice cuts in with an ample amount of tired annoyance, and Christina jerks at not having realized her presence sooner. Hey, wait, that's her roommate. "Just ignore him," Alexis says, walking into their midst and bares a few teeth as she stares Chazz and his cronies down. "Chazz is a bully."

Chazz straightens his back, glaring his nose down at the girl, but his demeanor shifts as if he actually cares what Alexis thinks of him. Too flipping bad. Maybe he should have thought about that before picking fights with 'slackers'. "Alexis. What brings you here?"

"I'm here to remind you that the Obelisk welcome dinner starts soon." Oh, Christina knows that tone. Alexis sounds like an exasperated babysitter. Probably should just let this guy crash and burn though. Doesn't seem worth it.

Chazz scoffs and turns away with his cronies. Jaden pouts at the loss of an opponent.

"The Slifer welcome dinner should be starting soon too." Alexis addresses the Slifer boys with a smile.

"Oh, so we eat at the dorms then," Jaden musses aloud. "Thanks, we'll catch you later!" With a wave, he books it out of the arena, Syrus hot on his heels; then abruptly stops and calls over his shoulder as he jogs in place, "Christina! Come by the dorm tomorrow! I want ya to meet Chumley!" He barely waits for her response before he's jogging down the hall.

Spazz.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

miscellaneous gx college AU doodles from twitter!! i cant stop drawing these bozos <3

[kristie-rp]

Living

DENMARK, NOW

The armour is hers long before she dons it, chain mail interlinked beneath an expensive lightweight plate. It isn’t often she requires the added protection, but as the lady knight goes down beneath an invader, Tera finds she’s grateful for it. She’s marked as neither friend nor foe to anyone on the field, her armour silver and crimson instead of black and white or gunmetal and blue, and it has given most of the fighters pause she can take advantage of. She drives her sword - stolen from some fallen fool after she lost hers, unevenly balanced, but easy enough to work with - into the head of the lady knights attacker, killing him instantly, and grins wickedly as she helps her up. It only takes a moment, and then she’s off again, following black hair in gunmetal-and-blue armour through the crowd.

“Constantine! Syrus Constantine!”

She can see his shoulder stiffen beneath the plate armour, and can see the way he straightens.

She watches him turn.

AMSTERDAM, JANUARY

She looks out of place there, all pristine blonde hair and willowy limbs and supple, eye catching curves. In her gown and glittering jewellery, she’s the brightest thing in the place, and it’s not ideal, but she settles at the bar alongside the paper-white man with his glass of crimson wine regardless. It’s too feminine a drink for him, and while he’s shooting her a sceptical look - what woman comes to an actual gentlemen’s establishment, unless they’re a particularly ambitious prostitute - she smiles winningly and waves the bartender down.

“I’ll have what he’s having,” she says, and her voice is husky and enticing. The server delivers quicker than if one of the usual men had ordered, and she sips at the wine. “Fruity,” she notes aloud, refusing to make a face that matches her distaste. “Is this your usual?”

“I appreciate a variety of drinks,” he says defensively, and her lips curl into a smile. “Anything less would be boring.”

She takes at him, slowly lowers her glass. She pours temptation into her smirk, and leans in a little bit closer, the better to encourage his advances. “I’ve never been a fan of boring, myself,” she says.

He swallows.

DENMARK, NOW

She can see him swallow, and adjusts her grip on the sword. He does the same.

“You can’t leave me alone for five minutes, can you?”

She laughs, letting it ring out. It is lost in the clash of metal around them, but their little space - their circle - leaves it hanging. “You have taken me on quite the whirlwind tour, Syrus, but it needs to end. I have a job to do.”

“So do I.”

She gestures, hand sweeping out across the crowd. “Look around, my lord. Your army is going to lose to the lady knight and her lover and their army. The least I can do is make sure you don’t have to live with the failure.”

His shoulders tense, then hunch in. “You mean to kill me this time, then.”

She stops, doesn’t immediately answer. She pauses - she swallows.

PRAGUE, MARCH

She has a dagger strapped to her thigh when she joins him in his rooms. It is an alloy of iron and Byzantine and adamantium, sure to kill anyone and anything if she can deal a traditionally fatal blow. The heart is a classic, and it’s her intention here, a delicious kind of irony in it - stab the seduction victim in the heart, put an end to the romance here.

“Care for a drink?” He asks. His voice is deep and smooth, still the same, just as the last time they met. It sends a thrill of electric energy down her spine, knowing she will be one of the last people - the last person, even - to hear that voice.

“That depends. Is it going to be strong?”

“The strongest,” he says, and smiles at her like she’s supposed to be charmed.

But she’s met men with better qualities than him and survived their presence. She survives his that night, too, drinking with him, letting him drink another, more, most, until he drifts off on top of the covers. She leans over him like she’s tucking him in, and draws the knife. There is a soft Schlick as the metal scrapes against the sheath, and she raises it to strike - there is a spot between his ribs that she can get the blade through, and when she does, it will pierce his heart. He will die.

His hand catches her wrist before she can complete the act. A heavy silence hangs over them.

“A gift for me?” he whispers, shattering the quiet. “You shouldn’t have.”

She scoffs quietly. “With the price on your head, I absolutely should.”

“Then surely you should invite a little challenge,” he says, “make it a real worthwhile pursuit. Let me survive tonight, let me show you a good time. Let me convince you I deserve to live.”

“No one deserves to live,” she retorts. Her breath is warm against his skin.

“Let me be the first, then. If you aren’t convinced, you are free to chase me to your hearts content. It will be a game.”

She hesitates. “A game that ends in your death.”

He nods. “Or you failing at your job.”

She pauses. The idea is tempting - it is not often she is challenged, and for the price on his head, she expects more of a challenge. A cold pick up at a bar, a few months of courting, a night of revelry turned red with blood - it’s boring for her. She can not deny the temptation. She withdraws the blade, slips it back into its sheath.

His teeth are too white and his grin too wide, and beneath the thrill of a real challenge, she feels that she may have made a mistake.

DENMARK, NOW

“You don’t want to kill me,” Syrus says, voice filled with wonder and something that she takes to be amusement. Tera raises her sword defensively, and he shifts back, out of reach. “No, Tera - really. You don’t want to see me die. I’m observing, not telling: I would be dead by now if you did. You aren’t incompetent.”

She grits her teeth and rocks on her feet, shifting her stance. “Irrelevant,” she bites out; “my desires are irrelevant. The bounty can cover travel overseas. For multiple people.”

LONDON, BEFORE

Tera’s family lose their fortune and most of their dignity when her father is accused of committing a series of rapes and murders in the city. He gets off with no charge because of a technicality and a dubious connection with a judge, but it ends up not mattering.

The Michiligan ancestral home burns to the ground on a Saturday afternoon. Tera isn’t inside because she is spying on fencing lessons that the neighbours children are terrible at. She hears the scream of “fire!” when they are wrapping up, and would have ignored it if not for the smoke.

Her jaw drops and she watches as the building burns, disbelieving. She can hear screams from within, can see some servants scrambling to escape. A maid streams out the door with a cloak of flame clinging to her dress; she stops and drops and rolls until the fire starves. The smoke is heavy in the air above her home; she knows that it will have choked anyone upstairs to death.

Both of her parents would’ve been up there. Her father deserved it, but her mother doesn’t - didn’t. Tera has no doubt that that makes a difference; women burn as well as men, and she will be dead, too.

“Lady Tera!” calls a servant, clinging to a bundle in her arms.

Tera collects herself, drags her jaw shut with a click, and dashes away any potential tears. “Yes?”

“We - I couldn’t save your parents. However. I - Jeremy. Here.” She shifts her arms, and Tera pays attention to the bundle for the first time.

A slot covered arm flails and escapes the blanket, and Tera swoops in quickly. Her baby brother, not even four years old - he is alive. “Thank God,” she murmurs, and examines him with dedicated fervour. “They sought to burn father?”

The servant swallows and nods. “Everything is gone, ma’am. Not - we barely have our lives.”

London is a death sentence for their family, Tera knows this. She is nineteen and staring at her baby brother and his nanny, and she is going to have to get them out of this trap somehow. She is Lady Michiligan now - she is the one who carries her families legacy.

She is their greatest chance of surviving, and she will do anything to achieve this.

DENMARK, NOW

He stops moving, hand on his sword. For all the chasing, for the game he suggested - she’d never said why she had any interest in the income his death would provide her. “Travel,” he says, disbelieving. “I’m to die so you can travel.”

She lowers the sword with a huff. “Please - you’ve been running from your responsibilities since long before I met you.”

“I’m leading my parents soldiers to war,” he points out, disbelieving. Tera scoffs.

“You haven’t fooled me. What little lordling plays at warfare when he could be safe at home, unless they’re running from something?”

He stares at her - peers, really, searching as though she offers an answer he does not already have. “Are you talking about me?”

She sputters, and swings her sword upright again. “How dare you imply that I am as useless as a lord!”

“A lady, then,” he corrects himself, too dismissive for her liking. “A lady who sought to escape? Or - no, you were always eager for this, but not desperate. Not until now. You had a source of income before - previous murders? - but it is starting to run out. Or whatever you’re running from… tell me, Tera, what are you running from?”

She thinks of a small boy, nine years old and falling on the unnerving side of charming. People are uneasy around her family and always have been; but her family home has been in ashes for half a decade and the peasantry are often restless.

“My,” she starts, then halts, then takes a breath. Her sword point sinks into the ground and she slumps, tired of the weight and bored of pretending. “I have a baby brother, and the idiot peasants are weeks away from attacking what remains of my family. At most.” She lifts her gauntletted hands, tries to drag them through her hair and scowls when it hurts. “I can’t let him die, too. I refuse to let the peasantry win.”

Syrus is gaping at her like she’s just suggested something impossible. She’s unarmed and sets her hands on her hips, ready to get defensive. Before she does –

– the clash of metal against metal, and she’s dimly aware of a sudden ache in her shoulder. Syrus has grabbed her, tugged her against him, raised his blade to meet someone - something - else. There’s a singing crash, one, two three, and the other is disarmed. She can tell from the thud of metal on grass.

She twists out of Syrus’ arms and grabs her own sword again - the poorly balanced one that her aching arms are protesting - and eyes the man who attacked. He’s wearing the same armour as Syrus, gunmetal and blue, and he must have taken her for a threat and leapt to his lords defense. It’s admirable, but thanks to Syrus, he is disarmed and gaping, staring at them. “Why -?”

She doesn’t hesitate to pierce a gap between the plates of his armour. When faced with an unarmed nobody, she doesn’t think twice about killing him.

“He was unarmed,” Syrus protests immediately, and Tera scoffs.

“Anyone who aims for the back deserves to die,” she says, “and no, I don’t. You’re correct.”

It takes him a moment to catch on. “You don’t want to kill me?”

“I don’t want you dead,” she corrects. She does not address whether she would prefer to be the cause of his death – she still wants to be there for his last breath. She’s just less certain what that means.

He stares at her. She stares back, chewing on her lip.

“I want you to live,” she murmurs at last.

Syrus smiles.

(BETWEEN)

In April, they come to a rest in Paris. There, he chokes on a baguette while she looks on over lunch. It could be fatal. She saves him, though, drawing polite, surprised applause from the staff of the restaurant. She turns to harangue them in stilted French, proud and confident and haughty. They get a refund. Syrus lives.

In May, she catches up with him on the edge of Berlin. He’s speaking fluent German with a man in full armour; she looks on skeptically and, when they’re done, seduces the details of the conversation from someone she supposes is a knight. She catches him in the midst of them, ruining the ambush he has planned, and smirks as he threatens her with execution. Syrus lives.

In June, she finds him in a place full of snow despite the summer months. Someone misplaces her coat – she will not admit to losing it – and it is Syrus who keeps her warm, taking her to bed in front of a roaring fire, where they lose their clothes and any claim to virginity, if they hadn’t already. Syrus lives.

In July – well, you get the idea.

Syrus lives.

LONDON, LATER

“Is this truly everything you own?”

“No need to sound so skeptical,” Tera retorts hotly, a flush crawling up her neck beneath lead-lined makeup. Her dress is a soft shade of blue that doesn’t suit her personality at all, something Syrus has voiced multiple times since she purchased it.

(“That’s the point,” she had said last time, and laughed off his offer to fix it so it wouldn’t come up again.)

“It’s a long journey, is all. I wouldn’t want Jeremy to be bored without his toys.”

“Nancy has assured me that Jeremy’s toys are already in his cabin,” Tera says, setting down the last of her bags and rolling her shoulders. She is used to travelling; the heaviest thing she owns is her silver and red armour, and the sword Syrus bought her. It is iron, Byzantine and adamantium; it matches her dagger perfectly. She still isn’t convinced he didn’t steal the dagger to copy the design, but she cannot prove anything, and she was never aware of it being away from her side.

“And yours?”

She snorts, reaching blindly for his hand. He grabs it, and she squeezes it once. “My toys are right here,” she says. From her, it’s practically endearment.

[oldestwounds]

Continued @all-the-deadly-sins

Brooke's eyes darted up to meet the elder male's and she couldn't disguise the surprise they held. "You-you did?" The petite blonde would never have guessed that Syrus had any romantic feelings for her, and she was having a difficult time believing it now especially with the fragile state that Brad had left her in.

[deathsecond]

✉

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

( ✉ →Syrus ) I’m sorry I kicked you out of bed.( ✉ →Syrus ) It’s not because you aren’t attractive.( ✉ →Syrus ) You are. That’s why it’s so hard to hate you.( ✉ →Syrus ) You are one of the most interesting people I know and I want to get to know you better.( ✉ →Syrus ) But every time I see you now I am filled with rage, disgust, anger, and sorrow. ( ✉ →Syrus ) You killed someone very close to me. The sole person I looked up to. Murdered him without a second thought.( ✉ →Syrus ) I bet you wouldn’t even remember him. But I do, every day. 

[thekeeperschronicles]

ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ft.@deadlytrio

Mao & Syrus

[yugirl]

My List of Yu-Gi-Oh AUs no one asked for

Yugioh Duel Monsters

Anastasia AU (featuring Kisara and Kaiba)

Magical Girl AU

Danganronpa AU

Persona 4 AU

Timaeus as Yami AU

Yugioh GX

Superhero AU

Smile Precure AU (ft Jaden, Syrus, Alexis, Bastion, Chazz)

Go! Princess Precure AU (ft Jaden, Jesse, Bastion and Alexis)

Super Danganronpa 2 AU

BNHA AU

Persona 4 AU

Yugioh 5ds

Symphogear AU

Danganronpa V3 AU

[silverfrostheart]

More about my yugioh gx oc Megan Yuki (Jpn- Megumi Yuki)

Ft-crazy uncle leo (another gx oc), Jaden (of course) and more

Are there hints of a polycule in this trash list? Yes no maybe so.

Megan WILL kill for a taco.

Zane was her first crush but if you question her on it she will deny it to hell and back because of conflicted emotions

Has ways of letting out her anger that isnt the best. She used to punch trees to let out her anger but after she came home once with bloody knuckles and scared the ever living hell out of jaden she tries to not do that anymore.

Is selfconsious at times about how shes not as nice as jaden. Aka being the more darker twin.

When they were little Megan and jaden would crawl into the others bed if they had a bad nightmare.

Megan used to have a toon world deck until some bullies took it. Jaden tried to get them back, all he could retrieve is her toon blue eyes. (Her duel spirit partner. Nicknamed Toony.)

Toony commonly torments winged kuriboh. (Using him as a pillow, chewing on his fur and just generally being a stinker.)

Megan loves Chamomile tea cuz her mother would give it to her and jaden when they couldnt sleep. That was before the parents started being less present.

Leo Yuki is more the yuki twins's dad then uncle due to how much he helped watch them. Though it's his fault why Megan knows how to pick locks

Jaden commonly loves to meddle in his darling sisters business like the stinker he is

Vice versa. Megan will tease jaden mercilessly

Megan didnt know this until aster came (he told her) people in duel academy gave her the title of "Dragon Queen" hence why aster always calls her Queen scales, Dragon queen, scale breath.

Aster also calls her fireball and TNT

If you hurt Syrus, prepare to meet your maker.

Atticus lowkey has had a crush on since her and jaden pulled him back from nightshroud

Prepare for a flustered Megan if you actually call her pretty.

Prepare for even more flustered if you give her pretty things.

Megan LOVE LOVE LOVESSS swimming. She is like a sea dragon LOL

Come winter on academy island, look out. she WILL start snowball fights.

Snowball fights....traps....all sorts. XD shes a snow tactician

Loves hugs. Any hugs.

Honestly just loves touch. Platonic, familial and romantic. Used to nap by chumley cuz. Comfy freind xD

Holds Jadens hand sometimes. Nothing wrong with holding your twin bros hand.

RECKLESS RECKLESS RECKLESS--

There ya go take my garbage-- X,D

[ave2t4]

Oto premiery płyt które wychodzą w sierpniu:

1. Trill Pema "All Exlusive"

Data premiery

2021-08-06

"All Exclusive" to czwarty projekt Trill Pema, który wypłynął na szerokie wody za sprawą singla “NICKI” z Wac Toja. W tym roku wydał już album “All Inclusive”, który pojawił się tylko w wersji cyfrowej, jak się okazuje będzie on do kupienia razem z “All Exclusive”.

Tracklista:

1. LIMBO (prod. Hubi) (ft. TEDE)

2. ICE (prod. xthauun)

3. KILLA (prod. 97Swizzy x SYRU) (FT. ???)

4. GŁUPOTY (prod. Maciasbeatz)

5. WIADOMO (prod. megot) (FT. ???)

6. POWPOWPOW (prod. Browsy)

7. WYJEBANY OD BOUNCE (prod. Bebzik) (FT. ???, ???)

8. GOAT (prod. FadedDollars x Pieruun)

9. TRIP (prod. SecretRank)

10. BRABUS (prod. FastLifeSharky)

11. S (prod. SecretRank)

12. ROLLERCOASTER (prod. lilKacpi x Kozyr) (FT. ???)

13. STYL - BONUS TRACK

2. Tymek "Popularne"

Data premiery

2021-08-13

"Popularne" to kontynuacja przełomowej dla Tymka płyty - "Klubowe". Na krążku nie znaleźli się żadni goście - za to za produkcje odpowiadają topowi polscy producenci.

Tracklista:

1. Haker prod. NOCNY

2. Beethoven prod. Barto'cut12

3. Marylin Monroe prod. Foux

4. Deweloper prod. Barnim

5. Pleasure prod. Magiera

6. Il diavolo veste prada prod. Kubi Producent

7. Pokemony prod. 2latefor

8. Sophia Loren prod. Urbanski

9. Dziecko prod. Bemelo

10. Pa'lante prod. Deemz

11. Cielo blu prod. Favst

12. Myszka Miki prod. Pham

13. Popularne prod. Kacezet

14. Kokaina prod. Ka-meal

15. Plastik prod. Papa Pedro

16. Frisbee prod. 1988

17. After prod. Clearmind

3 Deemz "Sauce"

Data premiery

2021-08-20

Po długich latach oczekiwania na debiut Deemza, Def Jam Recordings Poland prezentuje "SAUCE"! To nie jest po prostu krążek, obok którego możecie przejść obojętnie. "SAUCE" to ponad 30 numerów i ponad 50 wykonawców. I to wszystko na beatach Deemza! Do wyboru są dwie wersje kolorystyczne, które mają te samą zawartość muzyczną.

Podana data jest datą przybliżoną.

Tracklista: 

1. Sauce (feat. Hodak, Jan Rapowanie, Gedz)

2. Habibi (feat. CatchUp, Kacperczyk)

3. Jungle Attack (feat. Miły ATZ, FOLKPRO)

4. Los (feat. Sapi Tha King, Kaz Bałagane)\

5. Gucci Mane (feat. Bedoes, Young Multi)

6. Wszyscy śpią (feat. Beteo, Chivas)

7. Mumble (feat. Nik Tendo)

8. Poprawka (feat. Gverilla, Stachursky)

9. Rutyna (feat. Sobel, OKI)

10. Kruki (feat. Sarius, Beata Kozidrak)

11. Fresh (feat. White 2115, donGURALesko)

12. Ptak (feat. Qry, Young Igi)

13. Tyle o tobie wiem (feat. Rosalie, Kacperczyk, Vito Bambino)

14. I took a pill in remiza (feat. Gombao33)

15. Free$tyle (feat. Malik Montana, Alberto, Bibic, Josef Bratan)

16. Ślub (feat. Kuqe 2115, Michał Wiśniewski)

17. Syp Syppin (feat. Trill Pem, Qry)

18. Wasabi (feat. ReTo, Żabson)

19. Eldorado (feat. Bedoes, PlanBe)

20. Dziki (feat. Tymek)

21. Tv (feat. Kronkel Dom, Lubin)

22. Video (feat. TUZZA, Natalia Szroeder)

23. Gotówka (feat. Mr. Polska, Oska30, Pusher)

24. Demon Slayer (feat. Żabson, Alan)

25. Papi Papi (feat. Beteo, Kizo, Kabe)

26. Uwaga (feat. Yzomandias, Paluch, Kabe)

27. Ból (feat. Szpaku, Białas)

28. Fiesta (feat. Sobel, Smolasty)

29. Zaopiekuj się mną (feat. White 2115, Piotr Rogucki)

30. Rose (feat. Fukaj, Jay Nemor)

31. Bonus Track

32. Bonus Track

33. Bonus Track

4. CatchUp "Perypetie"

Data premiery

2021-08-20

CatchUp to artysta, który na przekór pandemicznej rzeczywistości 2k20 miniony rok może zdecydowanie zaliczyć do udanych. Duży wokalny potencjał oraz oryginalny styl rapowania - a także nieszablonowe podejście do produkcji muzycznej - zostały dostrzeżone przez czołowych reprezentantów hiphopowej sceny (podwójny feat na “Jarmarku" Taco Hemingwaya). Debiutancki solowy album "Perypetie" to projekt dopracowany w każdym calu. Limitowany pakiet preorderowy uzupełnia bonusowe CD “Wolne Żarty" Toma Schklancka (alter ego Catchupa) zawierające m.in. popularne tiktokotowe nagrania artysty.

Tracklista: nieznana

5. Kosa "Organiczne Związki Liryczne"

Data premiery

2021-08-20

"Organiczne Związki Liryczne" to legalny debiut krakowskiego artysty - Kosy. Wydawnictwo jest esencjonalną miksturą przeżyć, wewnętrznych rozterek i komentarzy do otaczającego nas świata. Słuchając tego projektu, doznamy pełnej palety emocji, od żalu i smutku, przez lęk i strach, kończąc na pełnej radości. Za muzykę w dużej mierze odpowiada sam Kosa, wsparty świetnymi producentami, takimi jak Forxst, SecretiveSuicide czy Eyecontact. Wokalistę wspomogli również pierwszoligowi raperzy: Jan Rapowanie i Kukon. Swojego anielskiego głosu użyczyła Paulina Talarska aka Linda, którą usłyszycie w utworze “Flara”, oraz wszystkich chórkach na albumie.

Podana data premiery nie jest dokładna

Tracklista: nieznana

6. DJ Decks & Śliwa "90'Kid"

Data premiery

2021-08-23

DJ Decks i Śliwa prezentują wspólną EP-kę pt. „90’s Kid”. Raper i producent na nowym wydawnictwie zawarli siedem nagrań. Tytuł płyty jest nawiązaniem do lat 90., w których urodził się Śliwa, a DJ Decks zaczynał swoją przygodę z muzyką. Na EP-ce gościnnie pojawili się również Sarius, Kuba Leciej (Gitara), Paweł ”Basolog” Kuźmicz (Bas) oraz Kuba Linowski (Skrzypce). Za mix i mastering odpowiada Luis ”Sabor” Tineo Hedspinn Studio BKNY. Oprawę graficzną przygotowało Forin Studio.

Tracklista:

1. Intro

2. 90’s Kid

3. Mentalne Getto feat. Małach, Kasia Tontor

4. Makbet

5. Born Again feat. Sarius

6. Rentgen

7. Jak The Lox

7. Alan "Bonifire"

Data premiery

2021-08-27

Album jest zbiorem letnich, wakacyjnych numerów posiadających różnoraką tematykę, często nawiązującą do obecnego życia artysty. „BONFIRE” to wydarte serce, którego zadaniem jest rozpalić uczucia wszystkich słuchaczy swoim nowym, niespotykanym dotąd klimatem, nad którym Alan pracował przez ostatnie miesiące. Płyta jest zbiorem 15 numerów, które maja zobrazować nowe obliczę rapera, który jak dotąd zmagał się z demonami przeszłości, zamkniętymi w poprzednim krążku.

Podana data premiery nie jest oficjalną datą

Tracklista: nieznana

[rhiiannons]

📱

What ringtone my muse has set for yours:

for the longest time it was a simple acoustic medley she had recorded on her phone, but she now has it set to cut to the feeling by carly rae jepsen, and she can’t even explain it away to herself. 

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts:

he’s straightforward and honest with her even as he’s skirting around the truth, and those are two mutually exclusive things that she can’t seem to figure out how they reconcile. but it is how he is, and while he’s a little awkward, stiff, and formal, she still smiles when she sees a text light up her screen from him. it’s a smile that has on more than one occasion made her best friend cass tease her, asking her who the boyfriend is, but rhiannon doesn’t even realize she’s doing it half the time. maybe the best way to describe him is old-fashioned in a way, and it’s endearing

How quickly my muse responds to your texts:

rhiannon almost always has her phone on her, and she has no qualms about replying to him immediately. she says it’s because she’s got to keep him on his toes.

How often our muses text:

rhi often texts him just because, even if he’s much more sporadic in texting her back (or at the very least more awkward). she’ll tell him about something strange she saw on the way back home from the warehouse at night, or tell him that she’s stopping by club nyra with friends if he can get away; just quiet little updates to try and make sure she stays familiar and relatively good in his brain

How often our muses call:

rhiannon will call him whenever she’s working on a new song often just because she wants his opinion on how a piece of music sounds (but really because she likes hearing his opinions on her music in general). she also calls him sometimes just to check in and see if he’s been sleeping or not, but especially whenever she first wakes up in the morning because it’s probable he hasn’t slept at all

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours:

rhi would never, though she has missed them on accident

Last text sent from my muse to yours:

rhiannon: hey, are you okay?rhiannon: i’m sure you’re not going to answer me since business is involved but just... are you okay?

[bvstiens-blog]

🎶 (fuck me up with the angst man)

stand by me by bootstraps (for boys just barely ready for the world they’re embroiled in and friendships and bonds and the way that bastien felt hearing his voice for the very last time before he ran)

wish that you were here by florence and the machine (for facing off for the first time since coming back to new york, for ice and breaking hearts, for a friendship that may be too mangled to save; and do they even want to?)

weeds or wildflowers by parsonsfield (for leto and hades, for legacies and for lies, for myths and for men, for bas and for sy)

[cassandra-rp]

Syrus ft. Tera.

[lunaprism-rp]

Syrus Ft. Tera.

[kristie-rp]

TS: Interlude - Tera

FIRST | I-1 | SECOND

Triggers: Gunshot, blood

The blonde is gorgeous by any stretch of the imagination. It’s been commented on all her life: she looks like a model or an actress, all perfectly maintained blonde hair trailing over her shoulder, and curves to make any man die happy. She’s waiting in a booth at a dodgy little bar on the wrong side of town, out of place for her looks but otherwise seeming completely at home among the sorts of people who slit throats and sell children for a drop of cheap liquor.

She gets left alone, because most people are perfectly happy ogling her for afar, or more interested in the girl ingesting shots like candy at the bar across from a bartender with freckles like stars. This pleasant status quo is completely ruined when a pale skinned man-boy with long black hair – longer even than hers – saunters up to her.

“Want some company, beautiful?”

She looks up at him, revealing eyes that can best be described as cerulean, lined in heavy mascara and on point eyeliner.  She doesn’t even bother checking him out before she looks back down at the cell phone in her hands. “No.”

“Excellent,” he says, and leans against the top of the booth seat across from her.  She rolls her eyes; he thinks he caught wind of an exotic accent in her single word. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone in a place like this?”

“Minding my own business,” she says, tapping out a text. He knows he picked an accent now, British and charming. Two can play at that game, he thinks, and turns on the charm.

“You don’t know me yet, gorgeous, but you can call me Syrus.”

She sighs, flipping her phone closed. “I’ll say this once more, Syrus. Piss. Off.”

The grin he gives her is best described as a leer, and he steps closer to her.

It’s the wrong thing to do.

She draws a gun from her purse and fires once before he can react. No one else in the bar so much as looks over – it’s the sort of place where this is common, perhaps even anticipated. She aims at his knee, blows out his kneecap, and returns the weapon to its’ hiding place as she gets to her feet, watching as he falls to put most of his weight against the table she’s been sitting at. “What the fuck!” he cries.

She glances at the injury to see it already healing through the bloody hole in his slacks, and is unable to bring herself to feel any surprise. Trust Port Lyndon, she thinks, to be home to the most irritating supernaturals possible. “Don’t be such a baby, Syrus. No one likes a whiney vampire.”

“Problem, babe?” comes a new voice. Syrus’s eyes are watering from the pain of the accelerated healing, the bullet being expelled. The newcomer has light brown hair and fits in perfectly with the scenery, except for the arm he slings around the blonde’s neck. Her lip curls into a sneer as she stares down at Syrus, nothing but distaste in her gaze, or her voice when she speaks.

“Just the usual trash. Let’s get out of here.”

[oldestwounds]

The petite blonde leaned into his hold, her head resting on his shoulder as her legs moved to tuck underneath her. Brooke turned her head to look up at him, a small smile gracing her features. "I do know that, I just. I thought I could handle it." She said with a shrug of her slim shoulders under the weight of his arm. Brooke liked the feel of his fingers in her hair and she took another sip of the drink he had provided her, enjoying the slow burn as she swallowed it down. Hearing him say he loved her always stung just the slightest bit. It was platonic, like a little sister, and she figured it would never be anything else, especially not now with how stupid she probably looked to him. "Yeah, you're pretty good at that." She teased, a small smiling passing over her lips before she held out her glass to him. "Want some?" The slightest hint of a smirk came to her features. "If you make me drink alone then it's just sad."

He smiled at her from the kitchen, he had crushed on her for years ever since Brock had introduced them he had fallen head over heels for her but then Brad had always been in the picture. Seeing her like this had broken his heart and honestly he had taken every bone in his body not to hunt Brad down “Pfft like you need any help getting drunk” he smiled pouring her glass and walking over to the couch and handing it to her, he looked at her sadly “Can I ask you something?” he asked softly “Why did you not come to us?”

A light chuckle left the petite blonde as she curled her knees to her chest and wrapped one arm around her knees. “You’re right, I’m a professional.” she teased, sticking her tongue out playfully. It felt nice in that moment to be able to say the first thing that popped into her head, to not have to run every scenario over in her mind, afraid she’d be slapped or shunned with silence for saying the wrong thing. She took the glass and held it with both hands perched on her knee. “Mhhm.” she offered, though when he asked his question a part of her wished she hadn’t granted him permission. She looked at him for a moment before looking down at the glass of amber liquid. She raised it to her lips, and took a slow sip, letting out a sigh as she held it back on her knees. “I felt like an idiot.” she answered honestly, her voice soft in the space between them. “I jumped at the first guy who promised he could take care of me because I was just so sick of struggling all the fucking time.” she said shaking her head, her eyes focused on a spot on the couch between them. Syrus was one of the only people who actually knew how little money she and Brock had. “I got myself into it, I didn’t want you guys to have to get me out…”

[deathsecond]

Moodboard ft. @hangmanmurphy | 1/?

“People that have trust issues only need to look in the mirror. There they will meet the one person that will betray them the most.”