Feel free to submit your own gothics or request a mod to write you one!-Updates are ominously random, the more asks/submissions, the more frequent they will be-Mod Scott (he/him) @tictacbud-Poetry blog @oceans-and-prose
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The wood below your feet groans. The sea is still, and there are no birds. The crew sits silently, waiting for the wind to return. You hope it was just the wood.
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You open the door. The trees are sighing, creaking gently as they sway in the wind. It sounds like breathing.
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St George killed the dragon, like any good knight who serves the people
His sword raised against the one who kills and hoards without reason
Righteous as it may be, he is sent to the gallows the next day
After all, it鈥檚 not seen as noble to kill the king
#mod scott#not a gothic#poetry#st george and the dragon is one of my favorite lil trope type things to make poems with#this is a love letter to my other poem based off this
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Hi y鈥檃ll, I鈥檓 trying to start HRT but between pharmacies bein weird and losing one of my jobs at the end of last year, I鈥檇 really appreciate any kind of donation. Here鈥檚 a link to my ko-fi (link in my bio too) and I also have my commissions open on my art Instagram! (Though if you鈥檇 like to commission me via tumblr, send me an ask!)
Thanks!
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Hello! Very surprised to find that there was only 1 bot (as far as I can tell) after reporting about 40 on my main blog! Apologies for not being super active, lack of inspiration and all.
Speaking of which, feel free to submit ideas for gothics you鈥檇 like to see! Sometimes the right idea just sticks and you get 10 lil writing ideas! Thanks!
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The house is hot and you鈥檙e restless. So is the house.
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The dead of night after rainfall is far too quiet. You can hear your steps on the pavement, and a bird chirps nearby. The clouds move swiftly and cover the moon. You pause to take it all in. The cold air. The breeze that carries the clouds high above you. The footsteps behind you.
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The clouds sit in the sky. You try to focus on them so see which way they鈥檙e moving, but when you do, you realize. The clouds are breathing.
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The golden pothos is MUCH happier now, and so are the rest. Decided to germinate some California poppies in the little flower dish too. Snilliam is gonna have a fantastic terrarium remodel when these are ready!
#mod scott#not a gothic#scott鈥檚 ramblings#variegated spider plant#golden pothos#plant posting#might even post a bit of Snilliam on the blog#and to be fair I鈥檓 only planning on putting one of the supposed n joy pothos and some poppy sprouts in with him
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Propagation Station aka Infinite Plant Glitch
#not a gothic#mod scott#I鈥檝e got a:#golden pothos#variegated spider plant#and what I believe is an n-joy pothos (???) in two of them#also some sprout type things I took out of a golden pothos pot#plant posting
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Driving aimlessly in the cold night feels like home
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Sylvia Michel 馃嚚馃嚟 on Instagram
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vivere-la-montagna
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The rain taps gently on the roof. It鈥檚 light sound has gifted the air for a few hours now. The ghosts in the house are thankful the TV is off, as we sit and enjoy the beautiful sound of rain upon the roof.
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Grasses in the wind.
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The air here smells familiar, and the wind sounds almost sad, like the low and distant howling of the dog you never had.
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It is hot. Overwhelming heat surrounds you at all hours of the day. Even your bones seem to heat up. You find yourself craving the coldness of the dry winter mornings. You don鈥檛 want the heat to warm your bones too much. They could leave again.
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