#vapor rap

[crystallinemask]

#retrowave #vaporwave #synthwave #vaportrap #vapor rap #vapor trap #vapor #hip hop #rap #trap #vapor wave #wave #aes #aesthetic #music #Spotify

[rolesolo]

#psychedelic trap #psychedelic rap #rare #cloud rap #cloud trap #swag #alternative trap #alternative rap #alt rap #alt trap #vapor trap #vapor rap #glitch art

[spvcecult]

“Never been one for the hate or extortion

I murder you fuckers, won't pay at the court

Will adjourn on the basis I caught you trespassing

Your ass wrote a check that your cousin can't cash

Put on the God that you serve

On the bond to my word

If I kill you, it's gon be the last

Blowing your brains through your neck so you can't talk outside of it

Might as well not bring you back

Heart on my shoulder, feds at the quarter

Looking for a martyr, needing a quota”

- Airospace “WHATEVER, MAN”

#spotify #airospace #hiphop #undergroundhiphop #spvcecult #lofi #rap #rapper #spacecult #90s anime #vapor wave #bar heavy #spairoace #whatever man #stairway to heaven #album of the year #alchemist #okay player #music video #Dundee #Scotland #bbc radio one

[whatwordsbehuh]

best ver

let’s see how long it stays up 

#music #carti #molly #molly og #molly og carti #carti molly og #carti molly #molly carti #playboi carti molly #playboi molly #molly playboi carti #playboi carti molly og #ethereal #cloud rap #vapor trap

[escapingstorm]

playlist i made about having a crush but also being too broken for it to work so you drown out the thoughts w music

#dark trap #rap #emo rap #broken #sad #feelings #vapor #hiphop #feels #spotify #playlist #crush #bpd #fp #music

[pettybourgeoiz]

✰Bourgeoiz Music Discovery✰

#music discovery #music #spotify link #spotify #genres #emo rap #underground hip hop #dark trap #vapor trap #experimental r&b #abstract beats #music genres #music artists #Louie Duffelbags #song #Flow my tears the policeman said #Bourgeoiz Music Discovery #MORE MUSIC ON MY BLOG

[djevilninja]

When I used to go to parties, they'd make me wait; Would have to beg to get on the mic to set MCs straight. I ain't never love no hoes, I was just into my music; They acted like I wanted to keep on hanging with the juzi.

Snoop Dogg feat Charlie Wilson and Teena Marie - Vapors [DJ Battlecat Remix]

#snoop dogg #charlie wilson #teena marie #dj battlecat #music #hip hop #gangsta rap #10s #g funk #west coast #west side #vapors #vapors remix

[lilcaesar]

SHADOW RAP TYPE BEATS OUT NOW

#suicideboys #darkwave #dark trap #shadow rap #vapor trap #vaporwave #suicideboys type beat #ruby da cherry #scrim #grey59 #g59 records #g59 family #new music #instrumental beats #beats

[artethyst]

~ Shadows Bathed In Moonlight ~ Pt.1

Azriel x Youngest Archeron Sister! Reader/OC

“Azriel we have been over this,” Rhysand brought a hand to his face, slim digits ghosting across his jaw in deep thought. “It is out of my hands- you are forbidden from telling her. Do you understand?”

“Even you cannot forbid me from such a thing,” he let out a dark chuckle is disbelief. “Tell me, High Lord, why is it that two of my brothers have found their mate- free to accept the bond, and it is I left alone- in the dark? As usual.” The Shadowsinger’s voice dripped with venom, an uncharacteristic snarl on his face as his primal instincts took over, having no outlet for such scathing carnal desires- having been barred from even spending time with his Mate.

“Azriel, you know it is not the same.”

“How is it not the same?”

“She is still coming to terms with what happened to her- her powers are still out of control-”

“Then let me help her!”

“That is Cassian’s job.”

The two men became silent as a soft rap on the door signified them of a presence- her presence, Azriel noted, her soothing scent of fresh lillies and the first rain of spring overwhelming him as her angelically golden head poked through the door nervously.

He felt his lips tug at the corner at the sight of her, Rhysand giving him a warning look at the almost unnoticeable gesture.

Azriel. The familiar voice was strained. Leave us.

“I…I apologise for interrupting,” came her gentle voice, twinkling blue eyes apologetic as Azriel was forced to tear his own away, the golden thread that only he could see taunting him in glittering ocean of her iris.

“You have nothing to apologise for,” came the Shadowsinger’s smooth reply, bowing in such a way Rhysand knew his infamous patience had been worn thin. “High Lord.”

~

Azriel had not ventured far, his shadows, uncharacteristically disobedient, willing him to stay close enough to her- his Mate in an onyx haze of longing he was beginning to suffocate under.

He watched Rhysand leave first, jaw ticking as the male rounded the corner, anticipating his sister-in-law to follow in tow, her gossamer gown and its iridescent scintillation billowing around her like a halo.

He heard her gasp as one of them curled itself around her pointed ear, cursing beneath his breath, only to hear her giggle- a liberating sound that might have exalted him from the depths of his own hell, an angelic noise that could have him repenting on his knees just to hear a single note of.

“Azzie…” she smiled up at him, as he remained still- as though he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t- he had. “Your shadows are loose again!”

Only for you- ever for you, he wanted to say, words turning to ash quicker than the breath was stolen from his lungs at the sight of her.

He wished he could ask Feyre to immortalise the moment as she stood- tendrils of him dancing across her unblemished skin, their dark illimitability neither scaring nor disgusting her as her rosy cheeks widened, their vaporous talons ardently skimming over her guiltlessness.

“S-Sorry,” was all that came out, low and stuttered, his bronzed countenance flushing at his own weakness- thanking the mother Cassian was not around to tease him for it.

“Do you think they like me?” She teased, unaware of the true weight of her words, “they never seem to latch on to anyone else…” She trailed off as he called them back, unable to stomach the sight of her- so close and yet so far from him, in such a cruel display of fate.

“It is hard for anything not to.” He mused gently, not missing the way her rosebud lips parted, the saccharine scent of her own innate longing drifting up to him in taunting waves of arousal.

“Azriel-” She had not used his name- called him that for such a long time, her fair face falling as he stormed away, wondering what she had done- had said for him to treat her so callously.

Her hand was splayed out in a fruitless attempt to stop him from abandoning her and prevent him from vanishing entirely- a frustrating habit he adopted had as of recent, baring its ugly, wilted head whenever their conversations has begun to blossom beyond anything other than formality.

In the few years she had known him he had never acted in such a way, making her slowly retreat back into the self-loathing girl he had once culled from her self inflicted cage. His own heart lurched as he felt her through the unclaimed bond- suffering, again, because of him.

He had been the one to make her feel like she was home- that he might have even been it. Yet the retreating coils of his own darkness reminded her that he could never love her.

That she would never be enough for a man such as he.

And as her soul cried for him in a manner she had yet to recognise, his own howled back in a melancholic crescendo as he cursed the Mother for always deafening his heart’s symphony.

#acotar x oc #acotar fic #fanfic #acotar #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel fanfic #azriel x oc #azriel x archeron sister #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x original character #azriel x reader

[afro-elf]

ben shapiro taking a break from his current schedule of abusing the memory of the holocaust with elon and genocide denial to release a rap song with tom macdonald and diss megan thee stallion on twitter.... i want to be vaporized

#me #AND NICKI COMPLIMENTED HIM??? oh it's so joever

[memories-beneath-the-skin]

I look down at my callused hands, flexing my knuckles slightly, gently rapping them against the worn pine table top. Louder than intended, not wanting for that sound to be annoying I cease, I open my palm onto the tables surface that is cool to the touch. I feel the sudden flush of heat, skin reddening in my neck,spreading across my face, my heart leaping up multiple octives of tempo as if I had been running. My thoughts spinning so rapidly that I'm almost dizzy. I awkwardly pull my hand towards me and curl my fingers into a loose fist. I keep thinking... Omg, I hope she didn't see the nail that got longer than intended, somehow gathering a small band of dirt under it's opaque shell.

I keep looking at her, those eyes, I can't stop looking at those eyes, though every time she looks into mine I vear away. They are so commanding , confident, boring a hole into my vulnerability , so I divert my gaze briefly to the hollow of her neck, the curve of her shoulder blade. I look away glancing out the window, watching a red sedan passing by on the street outside.

Her head turns to look following mine, the movement catches my peripheral vision and I look back at her. Sunlight flooding in from the window, the side of her iris lighting up, multiple galaxies of stars in one small space. I'm transfixed, unable to turn away, even as she turns to look at me. Mutual gazes locked, praying I don't look scared, looking into the endless depth of her eyes I freeze, time has stopped, this moment will last forever...

Flurry of motion, server with coffee pot, topping off cups. The heavy aroma hangs in the air, translucent vapors curl out of our mugs, clinging thick into the air, defusing as it rises.

A non choreographed coincidence, we both raise our thick ceramic mugs to our lips and pause half way up.

Smiles erupt, tense energy dissipating, replaced by a growing comfort...

This will be a good moment to remember.

#original writing #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #poems and poetry #my post #spilled ink #poetry #prose #day dreaming #late night thoughts #writerscorner #short story #twcpoetry #spilled writing #spilled thoughts #words

[rolesolo]

#crust punk rap #crust punk trap #alt rap #alt trap #alternative rap #alternative trap #cloud rap #cloud trap #psychedelic rap #psychedelic trap #rare #swag #glitch art #vapor rap #vapor trap #new aesthetic #new music #deliriant trap #deliriant rap #dissociative rap #dissociative trap

[pearlprincess02]

would koko date you ?

for his aries sun:

aries, leo, sagittarius, gemini, libra, and aquarius suns

for his gemini moon:

libra, sagittarius, aquarius, and gemini moons

for his leo rising:

aries, sagittarius, gemini, libra, and aquarius risings

for his aries mercury:

aries, leo, and sagittarius mercuries

for his aquarius venus:

aquarius, libra, gemini, and leo venuses

for his aquarius mars:

aquarius, libra, gemini, aries, leo, and sagittarius mars

• ° + ° • 

5th house:  sagittarius, aquarius, and pisces placements

sagittarius in 5th: generous in relationships, gives, and gives. might not take things seriously when they should. spirited, and optimistic in the dating scene/the beginning of a relationship. flirting style is playful (inside jokes, more giggly around “them”, etc). carnivals, short traveling, anything wild (skydiving, bungee jumping, etc), are ideal dates for these ppl. hobbies consist of hanging out, learning (esp of other cultures, and religions), sports, reading, etc. probably likes religious music lmao, or music in languages they don’t even understand, if not then pop or rap. most likely one of your children will have sagittarius/jupiter in their chart, probably the oldest. children may be loud, rude, honest, selfish, curious, etc since these are the traits of sagittarius. ppl with this placement have/want a whole gang (like a lot of kids lmao), “the more the merrier”. probably gets pregnant without trying/the first try lmao.

5th house ruler in 11th: play interactive video games together. attend a local festival together. group date. go to an escape room. throw a dinner party & invite friends. make each other a customized romantic Spotify playlist.

uranus in the 5th house: some will be turned off by your distantness, some won’t mind. open minded in the dating scene/in a beginning of a relationship. flirting style is polite (aloof, might be awkward, honest, etc). painting, video games, go donating blood together, etc are probably ideal dates for you lol (also anything eccentric). hobbies are technology, social media, helping others, astrology, unusual sports, theories, etc. music taste may not be mainstream. might like unusual music genres like vapor wave, nintendocore, etc lmao. may also like alt, edm, etc. most likely one of your children will have aquarius/uranus in their chart, probably the oldest. children may be unique, cold, thinks outside the box, arrogant, etc since these are the traits of aquarius. you might adopt, or get unexpectedly pregnant. if you want kids of your own, you’re gonna need to know when you’re ovulating, since your fertility is likely all over the place.

neptune in the 5th house: selfless, and dreamy partner. another placement that may ignore red flags, when feelings are involved. wholesome in the dating scene/beginning of a relationship. flirting style is sincere (blushes easily, stares, more smiley, makes it obvious, etc). painting, cuddling, listening to music with each other, etc are ideal dates for these ppl, but honestly i feel like they’d be down for anything. hobbies may be painting, singing, listening to music, sleeping, having friends over, drugs, and alcohol, etc. probably has many playlists, and listens to everything. “stoner” music lmao. most likely one of your children will have pisces/neptune in their chart, probably the oldest. children may be bashful, over sensitive, imaginative, lazy, sweet, etc since these are the traits of pisces. children’s birth may have hidden details (ancestry, hereditary, etc).

7th house: aquarius, leo, and libra placements

aquarius in 7th: you are attracted to the archetype of aquarius. subconsciously, you fear groups, being different, innovative, different cultures. so you attract those who are open-minded. at best, they help you in trying different things. at worst, they are too emotionally detached.

7th ruler in 5th: you are attracted to the archetype of leo. subconsciously, you fear leadership, creative pursuits, and being confident. so you attract those who are highly sociable and creative. at best, they help you explore your creative side. at worst, they are insensitive and arrogant.

venus in 7th: venus deals with our values and how we express our love and fashion aesthetic. those with venus in the seventh house value balance and harmony when it comes to human connection. they want everyone to get along and have the desire for a more rosy view of the world where everyone is nice and all things and people are treated equally. for love, it may be hard to feel “loved” by those with venus in the seventh house because it may feel as if they treat everyone the same. sure, they might kiss or spend more time with their significant other, but they may come off as being flirty with everyone because of their charming nature. when it comes to fashion, they may prefer more neutral tones like black, beige, gray, brown, or other related colors. they dress for whatever occasion is specified but may prefer to have a “clean” look overall.

8th house: pisces and leo placements

pisces in 8th: you feel intimately comfortable when your partner accepts your unrealistic, sensitive and solitary traits.

8th house ruler in 5th: you feel intimately comfortable when your partner accepts your egotistical, dramatic and childish traits.

sun in 8th: you want to shine as bright as possible, but it seems to be difficult. it seems as if your light is dimmed. so you strive and desire to shine bright. to show someone your truest colours. someone you trust. someone that respects your privacy and takes things slow. someone that shares your intensity. until then you hide your truest self and you put on a show.

• ° + ° • 

koko's masterlist 

crd: 

5th house  5th house 2. 

7th house  7th house 2.

8th house 8th house 2. 

#tr kokonoi #kokonoi hajime #koko hajime #hajime kokonoi #astro notes #anime #manga #astrology #tokyo rev #tokrev #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers manga #bonten #astrology compatibility #astro observations #astro community #astrology observations #air signs #fire signs #pisces placements

[astarab1aze]

before i pass out, i just. eventually would like to get into the meat and potatoes of loux's actual mental state. he's a happy-go-lucky, go with the flow ass puppy for the most part - which is so strange, because he's...got a rap sheet a mile long. but he can be as good as he us awful, and worse. he's literal trash with legs. he will kill you if you piss him off. but his head-- he's such a deeply fucked up individual. all he knows is death and despair, being both a victim and a perpetrator, and betrayal, lies, set ups that result in murder, drug overdoses, just- so much danger, right? he genuinely has no understanding of what it means to empathize and connect with another person, and the instances it's happened in planned interactions even is still remarkably few. he's got blood on his hands he can never wash off, that smidgen of a conscience barking mad at the back of his mind because he knows what he's doing is wrong, but he won't be happy until his family is put back together again. he deserves nothing if he can't resurrect his parents and give his sisters, at the very least, their parents back. he doesn't care so much what happens to himself... he'd gladly, willingly, eagerly give himself up if it meant they lived, without question or complaint.

and its honestly kind of...really sad. he completely gave up on himself, sacrificed his...personhood, what it means to be loux, to become stronger, scarier, more capable, more dastardly and horrible - just so he knew he could do this, without any fear or doubt, and in the end he's fucking terrified anyway. fighting tooth and nail to find the star, reverse all the damage he's done somehow, stitch his family back together and change things-- but there's only two ways his story can end: either he's vaporized by his own magic, amplified by the star, or he becomes a god and loses himself all over again. unending self-sacrifice, in a fucked up way. it's better this way. he hurts less people, somehow. less people suffer by his hand. he stands a chance at fixing things, hedging so much on a slim chance the star even exists, and being so cut throat and stubborn, he needlessly destroys himself and others to accomplish revival.

and like, who should you really be sad for? all the people he's killed, who are overwhelmingly criminals and bad fucking people? his family, for how much he's willing to do in order to save it, even if it means putting them through the hell of losing him permanently in the process? him, when he's so fake even to himself he can't say with certainty he even knows who he really is anymore beyond a name and rap sheet? all he knows how to do, really, is ruin things. too good at playing the game to realize he's fucking stuck in it. drowning under the weight of so many dead bodies and drugs and sex and cruelty beyond even his imagination, justifying it with his goal to save and protect the people he loves. and keeping it so tightly under wraps, he barely recognizes any other feelings than raw anger and that fake, goofy sort of flirtation. he's a trapped under the weight of his own ambitions, his own longing, and there is literally, literally nothing that can save him. all this power, and he can't even save himself.

what the fuck.

#mfd. #/ i still owe asks....apologies r.i.p. #/ first thing i do tomorrow #/ today was just another one of *those* days #/ went on a whole rant and capped it with ububu blog updates unbelievable...

[sunsetwoes]

Where The Heart Belongs

Hey everyone! Wanted to share my first ever fanfic here. It's a Wenclair one-shot in which Wednesday reunites with Enid after some time apart. It's light angst with some comfy fluff. Length: ~11,000 words.

Pairing: Wednesday x Enid.

Here's a snippet, you might find it interesting :). The rest can be found on ao3.

A deafening crack pierces the air and shakes her back to the present. Wednesday finds her hand tightly clasped on the gun handle by her side. She has a difficult time letting it go—as if her hand had a mind of its own. 

She struggles for a moment, her left arm still rather sore, before reaching for the handle of the door with her other hand, but not before pausing and sending a nod of appreciation to her driver, Lurch, who lets out a noise that sounds like something between a groan and good luck. She knows he’s happy to see her again and a small smirk graces her features., nothing that could be mistaken for a smile of course. Taking a deep breath, she readies herself before opening the door and steps outside, where she’s met with the torrential downpour from mother nature herself. 

Within seconds, she’s practically soaked and makes a quick mental note to replace her umbrella as soon as possible, having lost it in the previous altercation. 

Her small black figure is illuminated under both the watchful eye of the pale streetlamp that looms above her and the ever present gaze of the lush moonlight that bathes the otherwise silent neighborhood in a pale silver sheen, save for the rapping of rain on the rooftops and concrete sidewalks. Out in the distance, she can hear the muted roar of car engines as they bustle about, accompanied by middling howls from the stormy winds.

She rubs her hands together for some warmth and huffs out a small breath—the vapors clearly visible as they rise, even in the rather heavy rainfall.

Wednesday raises her head and pauses for just a moment, taking in her surroundings. An ocean of jet-black paints the sky, specks of amethyst and hazy yellow are scattered about, elicited by large amounts of moisture. Long cirrus clouds are silhouetted by pale moonlight against the night sky, streaking horizontally through the expanse as they twist and stretch before fizzling out, as if longing for something but never quite able to grasp it. 

How ironic, she thinks to herself. 

Judging by the silence and color of the night sky, it's about a few hours after midnight. Her gaze eventually settles on the house she’s standing in front of. Under the melancholic luminescence of the yellowy white, looming large in the corner of her eye, she drinks it all in. The house in question stands two stories tall, with a coat of paint that reminds her of Nevermore—she’d never admit to anyone, but she did rather enjoy the dark and moody tones of the Victorian-esque buildings during her stay at the academy. 

A pang of familiarity, relief, and another wistful, longing, sensation that she can’t quite put a name to, jolts down her spine, The harsh bite of the cold night winds are relentless as they continue to nip away at her—a tired ache and sharp cold settles in her bones.

As she takes her first steps, the world crawls to a standstill—lungs feeling like a fish washed ashore, and she swears she can feel her little black heart empty its contents, a dull ache settling in the pits of her stomach. 

A spell of exhaustion nearly sends her to her knees, leaving her hands, usually stiff by her side, white knuckled—she grabs onto the white fence railing nearby with her good hand as she struggles to steady herself upright.

It takes what little she has left to close her eyes for a moment of respite.

Her mouth is coarse—like sandpaper and it’s difficult to breathe. A whirlwind of emotions roars to life in her chest. She lets out a shuddering breath, as if she were on her last legs, and wills herself to move closer to the steps of the looming house, drenched in rainwater and looking mere moments away from collapsing. 

Her eyes catch the familiar amber glow emanating from one of the house lights through the window as she nears, the placement of her foot on the small steps feels natural—she’d taken them hundreds of times before. A sense of warmth, seemingly from the house, is the newfound strength her legs need to continue moving.

She’s up the steps now, just a foot shy of the door.

Coils of anxiousness in the pits of her stomach grows restless as her knuckles rap on the dark oak. 

Silence

The world is muted—only the plops of water droplets as they drip from the rooftops can be heard, along with the rapid thumping of her heart, which has seemingly crawled its way up her throat.

She swallows.

Just beyond the door, Wednesday hears the light pattering of footsteps down a flight of stairs as they descend toward her.

The bolt clicks and the door swings wide open.

“Hey, have you heard anyth-”, a frantic voice trails off.

For a moment, the world comes to a grinding halt, as if someone had hit the pause button—all noise silenced, extinguished like candle flame. No one moves a muscle. 

A crack of lightning pierces the night sky as Wednesday stares, the luminescent pools of her eyes accentuating her otherwise lifeless colored figure. Framed by her dark braided hair, glassy eyes, and the maw of death behind her, Wednesday Addams could easily pass as the grim reaper. 

Wednesday drinks in the sight standing in front of her, as if it were an oasis and she, a parched traveler inches away from succumbing to the vice-like grip of the desert, lost in its infinite bounds. 

Blue eyes with splashes of green and hazel stare back.

Her lower lip quivers and her sight grows blurry. She nearly lets out a cry. She’d made it.

A million different thoughts race through her mind, but when she reaches out to grab one, she finds they’re nothing more than grains of sand sifting through the cracks between her fingers.

Her voice is thick and shaky as she speaks, the confusing mix of relief, nervousness, and longing strangles her, leaving only a name that rolls off her tongue.

“Enid,” Wednesday breathes.

You can find the rest on ao3. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it :).

#wenclair #wenid #wednesday x enid #wenclair fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 fanfic #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #enid sinclair #eniday #fanfic #fanfiction

[pettybourgeoiz]

#music discovery #music #spotify link #spotify #music artists #Pi’erre Bourne #Playboi Carti #song #switching lanes #genres #rap #pluggnb #melodic rap #trap #vapor trap #Bourgeoiz Music Discovery #MORE MUSIC ON MY BLOG #from me