#gothlet

[monasims-gallery]

Goth Subculture Lookbook 1: Trad Goth

Ft. Goth Mama and her three little gothlets

CC Links and Credits under the cut

Irnan: Necklace, Necklace Long, Nails, Jacket, Top*, Skirt, Tights, Boots

Cecil: Nails*, Necklace, Outfit, Undershirt, Shoes

Quarshil: Piercing, Rings, Bracelet, Top, Undershirt, Pants, Shoes

Mattias: Piercing*, Necklace, Shirt, Gloves, Kilt, Shoes*

*TSR

Many thanks to: @saruin, @the-crypt-o-club, @dissiasims, @newen092, @ikari-sims, @evellsims, @wistfulpoltergeist, @helgatisha, @oydis, @lilit666-posts, @bluecravingcc, @ashwwa, @mellosakicc

[lacunha]

Gothlet. Print of the month. Silver gelatin darkroom print. Hand made. Subscribe at

[cakesandfail]

Mostly Night Watch makes me cry a lot but I also really love all the teen!Vetinari stuff because when I was that age I was also a pretentious little gothlet who thought I was the smartest person in the room

[raisedlikeaphoenix]

Raised like a Phoenix - Chapter 2: A Sleepy Town Called Home

Tw: Blood, Body horror, major character death

10 Years Later

Flinx took a deep breath as they focused all of their energy on a teacup. It felt ridiculous in a way, a phoenix reaching out both his hands towards a piece of china, but they lacked the usual equipment to make Fire Chi.

Thanks to Him.

“That's it… you got it… just a little bit stronger.” Foltrax said, impatiens tracing his voice just a bit. He was more into driving around super fast but that was kinda super hard in the Outlands. And since his ship crashed.

Something else that was his fault.

Flinx stomped his foot in frustration, startling Foltrax a bit.

He sighed. “Sorry. I just- THIS IS HARD!” Flinx shook his head as Foltrax gave him a look full of pity. One he didn’t deserve.

“Come on, Flinx. You’ll get it eventually. You just gotta find that spark again.” Foltrax said, as he directed his hand towards the cup.

With a wave of his claw, pure energy flowed from Foltrax to the cup. And in a matter of seconds, an orb of fire chi sat inside it. Flinx picked up the chi as Foltrax patted him on the back.

“Why not give that to Li’Ella? I hear she's going out on another trip…” Foltrax said.

Flinx nodded, pulling his fluffy cloak closer to his shoulders, before leaving their makeshift temple.

Out into the so-called “home.”

The Outlands was the only place not touched by the Hunter’s icy claws which meant it was the only refuge left.

Over the next few days after the war had been lost, the survivors of Chima would come to make it their home.

The eagles, ravens, and phoenix made it here first, easily avoiding the danger below as they flew.

Next came the wolves, whose vehicles were easily able to tread through foreign territory.

Then the crocodiles, who knew a lost battle when they saw one and helped the beavers along the way.

The Gorillas, Rhinos, and Bears came in a small group, all three of their tribes on the brink of extinction all thanks to one battle.

Occasionally those without a tribe would scurry into their makeshift campsite, with many phoenix going out to find any survivors.

Many didn’t come back.

Then lastly came the lion tribe: Lavertus and Li’Ella.

The only ones left.

And so began their new life. In a place they had dubbed Santuario.

Adjusting to the Outlands had been difficult. There were of course the plants that would try to eat people, but thanks to the Phoenix’s fire (and certain skunk) they were easy to deal with.

But of course it can’t be TOO easy. As there were also the Crawlers, who while not enthused to have new guests, seemed to have a change of heart after getting their butts handed to them by the Hunters, and “allowed” everyone to stay. It took some time to get used to their… neighbors but some of them were pretty nice.

As Flinx walked through town he gazed at all the usual spots it had to offer. There was the crocodile's makeshift lake, the ravens mini flea market in town square, and a spot just for Gelsi the Gorilla to teach meditation. Something G’Loona had been insisting Flinx visit to calm his vibe.

“Hey, Firestarter!”

Speak of the devil.

Flinx gave the approaching G’Loona and Wonald a mischievous grin.

The two had changed much over the years since he first met them.

The young gorilla girl had gained a love for mechanics after helping Windra and the beavers fix up everyone's vehicles and mechs. Often wearing a pair of overalls that were stained with oil, along with a pink shirt, and two giant gothlets that she designed herself. (They were practically glued to her hands with how often she wears them!)

While she dealt in mechanics, Wonald enjoyed gardening, often helping the gorillas cultivate the land to grow their own food. He would usually have dirt on his brown pants and fur, but would also dawn the occasional flower crown or bracelet. Clearly enjoying his job (even if some wolves didn’t approve.)

“I told you a thousand times, that plant was giving me a mean look, Mech Maiden.” Flinx teased.

“And I’ll tell you a thousand more, they don’t have eyes.” G’Loona raised an eyebrow as Flinx shrugged.

“Will you be joining us in picking out followers for the ceremony? I was thinking of getting another bunch of marigolds.” Wonald said dreamily, picturing all the pretty petals of the flower.

“Right… the ceremony…”

Every year, everyone in the village (including some crawlers) would come together to honor the lives of the eight heroes of Chima, along with those they lost along the way.

It was a bit like a party, with stories being told of those no longer with them (often by Lundor), food prepared, and lots of dancing.

While the celebration was full of life and remembrance, it would be a time of nothing but guilt for the young phoenix.

“I… think I’ll pass… Besides I gotta give Li’Ella an orb of chi! She’ll need it on another one of her trips. See you guys later!” Flinx called out as he left.

The two gave each other worried looks, with G’Loona shaking her head. “I don’t think he’s ready to forgive himself yet…”

Wonald sighed. “If not now, when?”

The gorilla shrugged, playing with her necklace as she spoke. “I’m not sure. But we’ll be there for him. No matter what.”

-

“Got your axe.”

“Yep.”

“Communicator.”

“Yep.”

“Got-”

“Fire chi delivery service!” Flinx yelled as he barged into the small home of Tormak and Li’Ella, startling said owners along with the Lion Beast inside.

Li’Ella sighed. “Flinx, how was practice?” She said, as Tormak gave him a nod of greeting. The Lion Beast licked his check the way a cat would lick its kitten, Flinx chuckling as he gently pushed the lion aside.

“Ah, pfff. It’s fine. I think I’m getting there.” Lying through his beak, Flinx threw Li’Ella the fire chi for her “trip.”

Every so often, the lioness would take the Lion Legend Beast out into the frozen lands of Chima for a small joyride. She claims it’s to find supplies, but everyone knows the real reason.

The need to see a world that could have been her own was powerful. Even if it meant getting frozen by the tribe that had killed it. Occasionally she would bring back some food or an orb of chi (proof that the falls were still flowing somehow, despite the fact that the mountain no longer hung in the sky). But Li’Ella would also bring momentos.

Things that had belonged to people such as old books, toys, their own weapons, whatever she would find she would return to their original owners. While Li’Ella asked for nothing in return, that didn’t stop the townsfolk from granting her a token of their gratitude. Whether it be through a small solid or a delicious meal.

They would not take no for an answer.

“Hmm. Well, do you need anything?” Li’Ella asked, even though she always knew the answer.

Flinx didn’t want any reminders from what happened. Of what he did.

“Just come back safe.”

Li’Ella nodded as the Legend Beast nudged her side.

“Bring my friend home safe, okay.” Flinx said as he hugged the Legend Beast. The Lion Beast purred.

Of course. They will be safe with me.

Tormak silently nodded, arms crossed as Li’Ella and The Lion headed outside.

“Flinx, I know it must be hard for you.”

Flinx groaned in frustration, “This again…”

Tormak turned to the young phoenix. “You know how important it is for you to learn. Maybe you-”

“I TOLD you! I’m not a hero after what happened. We have plenty of other phoenixes in this place! You don’t need me!” Flinx stormed out, leaving Tormak alone with his thoughts.

The Fire-born Panther sighed.

“Flinx, you must learn you are not to blame.”

Last chapter <- ⭐️ -> Next chapter

[darkchastity]

Viral 'gothlete' Nora Hayd calls full goth look 'pretty impractical for a beach volleyball player'

Source: Daily Mail

Viral 'gothlete' Nora Hayd calls full goth look 'pretty impractical for a beach volleyball player'

Source: Daily Mail

[electricpentacle]

Incidentally, modern gothlets, I am totally willing to answer any questions you might have about Being A Y2K Goth (from a very white, nerdy, introverted Northern UK perspective). Let me offer up my fuckawful ADHD-ridden memory as a community history resource.

to a certain extent i understand that middle aged people correcting teenagers about the latter's interpretation of nostalgic fashion trends is unwelcome and can spoil some of the fun, because the point is not to be historically accurate, the point is to evoke and inhabit a feeling of beauty and a closeness to a romanticized past. so i want you to know that when i go to frankly unreasonable lengths to post credit for photographs, or correct factual errors, or provide first person accounts and context, it's not because i think a 15 year old should care about what i say about Tripp pants and especially not because i think they should change how they dress or engage with aesthetics they enjoy because i told them to. adults should stay out of young people's business and not make assumptions about knowing how they feel or experience the world

the reason I'm doing it is just to make sure the information is written down somewhere, attached to the posts that are already circulating, and available if and when someone is interested, or trying to write a nonfiction book, or track down a particular artist, or verify a date. when i do my OWN research on any topic, a great deal of my leads come from people like me having made posts like the ones I'm making now, just ten or twenty years ago. the more redundant information they include and the more pedantic they are about it, the more useful it is to me. this is true throughout the entire historical record. the more pointless information that "everyone knows" that you can include when you're making a record of something, the better. at worst it bores people in the present, but the value to people in the future can be enormous

[dropdeadandwrought]

Poolside Tea Time. ☕️ 🍰 . . . @gothlet of @steamgirlofficial wearing independent, handmade designs by some badass folks I am proud to know. . . . Hat: @subverseindustries Earrings: @artofactory Choker: @zoachimerum Sunglasses: @dropdeadandwrought Suit: @pinkbunnysf . . . #gothlet #dropdeadandwrought #zoachimerum #subverseindustries #artofactory #pinkbunnysf #poolside #steamgirl #model #steamgirl #gothgirl #alternativegirl #goth #alt #artwear #kunst #leathercraft #hat #jewelry #earrings #eyewear #sunglasses #cateyes #sonnenbrille #handmade #supporthandmade #smallbusiness #supportsmallbusiness #slowfashion (at California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_zsh11BfDR/?igshid=14mg36qa521ai

[shatteredandpurple]

Rip to my green side hair 💚

[jack-os]

can we bring back health goth? i’d love to find some edgy health blogs to follow

lmk if u know any!

[jpeg01]

How I roll. _ #jpeg #jpeg01 #gothletic #healthgoth #bmx #bmxstreet #bmxbike #lagoth #lariver #cybergoth #postapocalyptic #altfashion #gothaesthetic #gothguy #allblackeverything #nugoth #justride #gothgoth #gothic #technoir #cybercult #gothicart #gothicartist #photooftheday #photogram #allblackeverything #streetphotographers #photographerlife #mycanonstory (at Los Angeles River) https://www.instagram.com/p/CF5PxVKnUov/?igshid=87weipkyvq2

[tiphares]

the latest street fighter character design

[aelflaedmodel]

Just a couple more days until my set with Gothlet and Amy Wilder goes live on @steamgirlofficial ! Pictured models: @amywilderness, @gothlet , Aelflaed Photographer: Trevor Tarin of @subverseindustries Hats, collar, pocket belt by: @subverseindustries Ruffle tops and holster by: @krakenwhip Gear top/bottoms: @poprageous #officalsteamgirl #steamgirl #amywilder #gothlet #aelflaed #bluehair #steampunk #wildwest

[hollow-park]

Just a final kiss and promise ring exchange before they bring the cake out..

“Stan? Hey Stan!”

“...”

Oh that look of guilt on his face.. Quit spying on your kids!

[bassaxe]

hey fellow lgbtqs. i bet ur wondering whatever happened to me. WELL i am usually stuck working but mostly post random art to my twitter now. feel free to follow me there @ GOTHLETE

[amarkofcain]

Möther how do I goth.

-sincerely a baby goth

Come close gothlet, the secret is layers of black, boots that are in no way practical but cool as hell, and unearthly tunes

[creepyscritches]

bouta start drawin jon on the other end of my wardrobe spectrum like lmao come here let me draw a little 5′5″ gothlet