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silentcitystreetart · 4 months

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In light of recent snow fall the ones who spead the litchen will be passing through. They will meld with the environment, static piles that slither through town leaving scaly fungal- algae carpets. This is a reminder to sleep near them and welcome them to their new home. Tell them your secrets and they'll tell you yours.

Remember the snow bring dark tales of loneliness it is here where you will find a friend.

#gothic americana #spooky #writers of tumblr #witchcraft #cryptidcore #liminal tumblr #liminal #surreal #cryptid #canadian gothic #liminal spaces #regionalgothic #a story about you #duststirs

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ohcomely · 1 month

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#canoneos #canon #photography #photographersontumblr #landscapephotography #digitalcamera #americangothic #regionalgothic #losangeles #california #dreamyphotography #ethereal #liminal #liminalspacephotography #canondigitalrebelxt #canoneos350d

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xxxmothxxx · 2 years

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Dusk has fallen.

You are alone.

Just ignore the whispering from the raspberry bush.

(You are alone.)

#canadiangothic #acreagegothic #cryptidcore #darkcore #witchcraft #writing #spooky #regionalgothic #goblincore #liminal

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amillionpeachesblog · 2 years

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SMALL TOWN GOTHIC

-your town once had a population of 500. For some reason, more and more people keep moving in.

-the elderly deny it. nobody is new here.

-the new faces have no aura. Your family has no aura. You have no aura, and soon your physical form will be gone too

-you met a man in the woods once. his skin was falling off and he had one eye the color of blood. he tells you that the spirits in the forest will protect you

-as you walk home, you get the feeling that any spirits here are long dead.

-who killed them?

-you drive by the church, and it’s been graffitied. big red letters read: THERE IS NO GOD HERE

-for a terrible second, you think it’s true. this place had been abandoned by any higher power for a long time.

#writing #writersontumblr #writeblr #regionalgothic #pnwgothic #small town gothic #crytidcore

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annasinthewalls · 3 years

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Portrait of a Jackalope https://www.instagram.com/p/CJmBVSCl21M/?igshid=13pxxfsajjwpy

#art #artist #painting #gouache #gouachepainting #portrait #paintedportrait #cottagecore #goblincore #cryptidcore #cryptid #lightacademia #darkacademia #regionalgothic #hozier #darknaturalism

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kinderschreckfigur · 4 years

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can anyone recommend podcasts that cater towards dark academia, midwestern gothic, or cottagecore feelings?

#midwestern gothic #dark academia #cottagecore #goblincore #regionalgothic #podcast #pls i need answers

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ithinkilostmynads · 4 years

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#night do #countrygothic #regionalgothic #cryptic aesthetic #bathroom aesthetic #aesthetic nature #cryptid #nightmare #cursed #cursed image #cursed post #cursed child #you shouldnt have seen this #watch out #go away #bewear

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missmaeflower · 5 years

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Venetian Gothic

Venetians are prideful - where God put water they demanded land, and they broke their backs to build the foundations for bone-colored palaces in the slick black mud. But their ambition was man’s folly, and now the salty lagoon reaches up with wet fingers to drag the city back down to its depths.

The vaporetto is not running. The workers are striking, grim-faced as they pass by tourists who anxiously hang off the docks, searching for a way off Giudecca. But this is a strike. You can’t leave.

You stay up late practicing Italian and try to use it in the city. The locals blink back at you. They respond, but in a harsh dialect that you can’t understand. You don’t try again.

Drinking water costs twice as much as wine. You desperately order some through parched lips and the waiter brings back a single bottle for your entire table. You silently savor the three swallows you are given.

Ten pigeons go unnoticed in the campo, thirty pigeons become a nuisance. But then the swarm comes, smothering innocents in diseased feathers.

“You better buy some rain-boots before the acqua alta”, everyone keeps telling you. But you’ve looked in every store and can’t find a single pair, and now the water’s rising.

An Aperol spritz costs two euros and somehow there is always a two-euro coin in the bottom of your purse to pay for it. The bitter liquid is an ungodly shade of acidic orange and it burns your throat when you swallow. You don’t like it. You order another.

The Venetians pull their scarves tighter as the summer heat grows more stifling. You realize you’ve never actually seen their skin, and then you remember this used to be a plague island.

Flower sellers walk through the streets trying to pawn roses. If you ignore them, they’ll nick your skin with thorns.

You’ve eaten so much pizza and pasta that your insides are caked in dusty flour. You’ve heard legends of hidden Asian and Mediterranean restaurants hidden within cramped alleys, but you can never find them. Locals sneer when you ask and give you more carbonara.

“Ciao, bella”, gondoliers croon from the canal in their black-and-white prisoner’s stripes, beckoning you towards their velvet seats with over-wide smiles. You rush past quickly - you aren’t supposed to talk to strangers.

In the daylight San Marco is packed with tourists, but at night they flee to the mainland and the piazza is deserted save for the leering black eyes of masks in shop windows. Sometimes you could swear they’ve moved.

You greet the dogs that run past you on the street but they don’t respond. You try in Italian, but still no luck. You start to think they can’t actually see you.

After dinner you ask for a cappuccino. Spoons clink to saucers and silence falls as everyone turns to stare. The cameriera shakes her head. It’s too late for that. You flinch.

A great, hulking cruise ship slowly passes San Marco. It blots out the sun.

You walk into a lace shop on Burano. The old lacemaker smiles at you with too many teeth. She tries to sell you tablecloths and lingerie. You politely say no. She tries to sell you a burial shroud.

You run for the night boat through the darkness, its lights and engine hum the only sign of its approach. You cannot miss this boat. There will not be another. You will not get home.

The stone stairs into the canal are slick with invisible slime. You’ve seen people slip into the black water. If they come back, they don’t like to talk about it.

The buzz of mosquitoes keeps you up at night. Winter comes and they still don’t die. You wonder if you’re just imagining the sound now - if you’re going crazy - but you wake up with less blood than when you fell asleep.

You stand in line at the Poste Italiane for hours. They call another number, but it’s not yours. It isn’t anyone’s. Your postcards never reach your family. There’s no proof you were ever here.

#venice #italy #gothic #italiangothic #venetiangothic #regionalgothic #venetian #creepy

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baptistmemes · 5 years

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Baptist Church Gothic

There is always a Baptist church where you least expect it. In the middle of the city. In the middle of the corn field. In the middle of nowhere. In the middle of everywhere. They know where you are.

It’s handshaking time. Everyone shakes your hand. Everyone shakes your hand. Do not let the huggers near you. You will regret it.

“Father Abraham had many sons. Many sons had father Abraham.” You have been singing this from birth. Where did you learn it? When did you learn it? Why is every child singing this? The children stare at you, mouths moving, hands flailing. You wake up drenched in sweat on the pew.

“Stand up for Bible reading”. You take your Bible. It’s an NIV. You look at it. It is now a KJV. You take out your phone to check your Bible app. Your phone is now a miniature King James Bible. You look in your other hand. You have another Authorized Version in it. You look up. Everyone is saying “Thou”.

If there is no potluck after the service, run. Leave. They are hungry. You are hungry. They call it “fellowship after church”, but I call it “starvation if you do not get away”.

I got caught in fellowship once. Time stood still. Then I blinked and I was back in church for night service. I blinked again and I was in the midweek service. You will not escape.

Church is on Sunday. Chick Fil A is closed on Sundays. You are always in church. Chick Fil A is always closed.

There’s a life Baptist churches live that you don’t even know about. A typical Baptist church eats and eats new members until they grow up to be megachurches. When this happens, megachurches eat smaller churches until one reigns in the food chain. Then the megachurch dies and they become many churches. This is the cycle of life. The country churches are exempt as they flee the carnage.

There is only one way to salvation. Jesus Christ. There is only one way to salvation.

#baptist #baptistmemes #regionalgothic

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artax-risen · 6 years

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Of course the first Regional Gothic post would be by someone with a Night Vale URL. What else did I possibly expect?

#regionalgothic #regional gothic #history #wtnv #welcome to night vale

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avereall · 5 years

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New England Port Town gothic

• The fog. Everyone says it’s gone by noon, but it never leaves. You can’t see the sun. You can’t see the people.

• You smell the fish. They tell you, the fish are what keep this town alive. There is nothing keeping this town alive. This town is corpses and fog. Their eyes get darker when you say this.

• The main street has four stores, all fish related. You stop at the only restaurant, a red building. Too red. You ask for sweet tea, you get iced tea and sweetener packets. The server is reluctant to hand it over. Everyone is on edge. They mutter, this building is the most photographed building in New England. But how can that be? You’ve seen 6 other that are exactly the same. Nevertheless, you take a picture, if only in fear of what the fisherman may do.

• They say, that boat right there? That boat belongs to the founder of a big company. But there’s no way Steve Jobs has a rowboat in a town with a population of 400. You chuckle anyways, unsure of what may happen to you otherwise.

• Past the port there’s an island. There’s always an island. They never tell you what’s on the island.

• Everyone there has been there forever. All they know is fish. The houses are small and worn, but cozy enough. On the outside.

• The town seems so inviting, so small and relaxing. If only you’d left before you found out that wasn’t true. You know what they do to visitors.

• There’s boat rides for 15 dollars. Come see the wildlife, they say. Come get a taste of or town. You pay, but you still can’t convince yourself that the thing taking your money is human. You excuse yourself and try to find your way out through the fog.

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silentcitystreetart · 15 days

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Break steadfast of the the Oak roots bound around your ankles. The soothing morning mist will sooth your wounds. The dark, unforgiving forest moans in recognition. Pull forward towards the West and allow the Pines to take you in. 47 stands around one blighted moth a conjurer that seeks no forgiveness. Fly into the sun-kissed skys and allow the sun to feed your inner flame. It is here where the violet vapours begin to pour in.

#writer #witchcraft #gothic americana #spooky #cryptidcore #liminal tumblr #liminal #surreal #cryptid #canadian gothic #liminal spaces #regionalgothic #a story about you #duststirs

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ohcomely · 1 month

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#canoneos #canon #photography #photographersontumblr #landscapephotography #digitalcamera #americangothic #regionalgothic #losangeles #california #dreamyphotography #ethereal #liminal #liminalspacephotography #canondigitalrebelxt #canoneos350d

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strawberry-tea-roses-blog · 6 years

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Colorado Gothic

•You’ve been driving for hours, the mountains keep getting further and further away. You start driving faster, the mountains are running from something.

•The deer population seems to have grown over night. More deer appear then next day, and the next. There are so many deer. People start to evacuate.

•This road seems to go on forever. To your left you see a farmhouse. Further up you see another farmhouse, very similar to the first. You decide not to acknowledge it.

•At night you hear the crickets. This is good. It’s still safe outside.

#colorado #Gothic #regionalgothic

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amillionpeachesblog · 2 years

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The forest keeps calling me.

I keep dreaming of it,

I find my car driving to the big red gate,

(I’ll just look from here)

I find my hand opening the gate,

(I’ll only walk a few minutes in)

I know better to walk in the forest alone,

all the instinct in my body pleading with me to turn around,

But I feel that if I don’t drink in the air of the deepest part of the forest, I’ll die from a lack of oxygen.

I find my self on the edge of all civilization, a dark field with no end, sheep baying in the distance.

#poetry #writing #writeblr #regionalgothic #pnwgothic #crytidcore

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wham-bam-fuk-u-maam · 6 years

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Housework Gothic

You are putting all the plates away after dinner. You have one plate left to put in the dishwasher. You put it in. You have one plate to put in the dishwasher. You put it in. You have one more plate to put in the dishwasher.

You are sorting all the silverware to put in the drawer. You feel a pain in the palm of your hand. You look down, there are prong marks, but you haven’t seen a fork yet. You wonder if there was something else that made the mark before you started.

You put away the clean clothes in your room. You’ve never seen that shirt before in your life. “At least it’s cute” you shrug. When you turn to open your closet, it’s no longer in your hand.

You’ve been doing your chores, and you hear the garage start to open. You go to help your friend with the groceries, but the garage is closed. You check the lock on the door, which is always open, and there are some scratches on the outside.

You’re alone, swiping the crumbs off the couch, and you hear something that doesn’t belong. It would make sense if it did, but it doesn’t. You know this, and ignore it. So do your neighbors.

#regionalgothic #random #notascreepy

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