This feed is about the entire Goth family and how they navigate life, loyalty and faithfulness as they try to come together. Comedy, sarcasm but, overall its full of love, triles, and tribulations. BlueskyFeedCreator.com
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The three of them laughed, but underneath it, Olive felt the truth humming in her chest. This wasn’t just a trip. It was a test—and she already wasn’t sure she’d pass. #AGothLegacy
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“Relax,” Olive said, leaning back. “It’s just a trip. Hiking, exploring, nothing scandalous.”
“Sure,” Pacey muttered with air quotes. “And I’m just here for the vibes.” #AGothLegacy
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Olive smirked. “That’s the one.”
Pacey placed his drink down, “You’re insane. You do realize Amethyst could have you buried in matching coffins if she finds out, right?” #AGothLegacy
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“A little. But it’s not just me…” She leaned in, lowering her voice. “Ariel’s coming with me.”
Pacey nearly choked on his drink. “Ohhh no. No, no, no.”
Cody raised his brows. “The Ariel? The one who texts you at two in the morning with memes about poisonous frogs?” #AGothLegacy
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“You tripped over your shoelaces coming into the bar” Pacey said flatly.
Cody laughed, but his gaze softened. “Are you nervous, though? About the trip?”
Olive hesitated, swirling her straw around the melting ice. #AGothLegacy
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“Please,” Cody scoffed. “She’s more Lara Croft, but with worse cardio.”
Olive rolled her eyes while ordering a drink. “I’ll have you know I’ve been training. Hiking, cardio, survival guides. I’m basically unstoppable.” #AGothLegacy
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“So,” Cody drawled, waving his drink like he was toasting the universe, “our little Olive is off to hack her way through the jungle like she’s starring in some knockoff adventure movie.”
“Indiana Jones?” Pacey offered. #AGothLegacy
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Willow Creek – Foundry Inn Bar
Foundry Inn was half-empty, dimly lit, and sticky with spilled beer that no one had bothered to mop up. Cody nursed a mojito while Pacey and Olive shared a platter of fries. The three of them sat at the bar that had seen better days. #AGothLegacy
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Olive went to the bedroom. She wasn’t sure if she was headed to adventure or straight into a trap. But, either way, the jungle was calling—and so was Ariel. #AGothLegacy
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The silence was sticky. Heavy. Olive opened her mouth, but Amethyst’s voice cut through first.
“Go,” Amethyst said, her tone silk over steel. “Go explore your untouched wilderness. Just remember—jungles have predators. And I’m very good at hunting.” #AGothLegacy
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Amethyst didn’t look up from her sketch. “So the jungle wins.”
Olive blinked. “What?”
“That’s what this is, right? You’ve been split between me and something else for months. Maybe it’s the jungle. Maybe it’s…” Her eyes flicked to Olive’s phone. “…someone.” #AGothLegacy
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The tipping point came one humid afternoon. Amethyst was sketching a necklace shaped like a jaguar’s jawbone when Olive burst in, cheeks flushed, phone in hand.
“I booked it,” Olive said breathlessly. “Two weeks in Selvadorada. I leave on Monday.” #AGothLegacy
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Fei never said anything outright, but her “ACCIDENTAL” mentions of loyalty in casual conversation were getting less and less subtle. #AGothLegacy
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Fei Chun, Amethyst’s best friend, also noticed the cracks. She caught Olive glancing at her phone mid-date-night and shot her a glare sharp enough to slice glass. #AGothLegacy
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He was sitting on Olive’s couch, and Cody (his boyfriend) was right next to him. “Amethyst is basically a human lie detector in black lipstick.”
“I’m careful,” Olive lied, tying her hiking boots. #AGothLegacy
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One evening, Olive “accidentally” left for a jungle prep shopping trip and came back smelling faintly of salt air and Ariel’s perfume. Pacey, her gay best friend, noticed immediately.
“She’s gonna find out,” Pacey warned. #AGothLegacy
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Pen pal was a polite term for flirty confidante she’d met online who “totally got her”. Ariel was adventurous, reckless, and had a laugh that made Olive’s phone vibrate even when it was on silent. Ariel lived in Evergreen Harbor, which was far enough away to be safe—until it wasn’t. #AGothLegacy
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Amethyst’s parents, Cassandra and Corey Adams, sent more passive-aggressive texts like: Jewelry is charming. But are you sure Olive isn’t… a distraction?
And then there was Ariel Coates. Olive’s… “pen pal.” #AGothLegacy
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Olive grinned. Amethyst did sarcasm like other people did yoga—it kept her flexible.
Meanwhile, their families weren’t helping. Bob and Eliza Macaroon-Pancakes (Olive’s parents) sent passive-aggressive texts like: So proud of you, sweetie! But maybe a steady job first? #AGothLegacy
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“You know,” Olive said, casually scrolling through a travel blog, “I read that the jungles in Selvadorada are basically untouched. A total dream for explorers.”
“Untouched?” Amethyst said flatly. “Like your résumé?” #AGothLegacy
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Olive wanted to be in a jungle somewhere, getting bitten by insects that didn’t even have Simpedia pages.
At breakfast, the tension bubbled beneath the surface. Amethyst sipped black coffee like it was a silent threat. #AGothLegacy
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In practice, it was the start of an unspoken standoff:
Amethyst wanted Olive to stay home and help her solder ear cuffs shaped like poisonous frogs. #AGothLegacy
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Hacking through jungles while narrating everything like she was the chaotic host of a budget nature documentary.
They’d both graduated university 6 months ago. Theoretically, this was the start of their grown-up life together. #AGothLegacy
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Her girlfriend of five years, Olive Macaroon-Pancakes, had a different dream. Not a business plan. Not stability. Not a joint mortgage. No—Olive wanted to “commune with the wild.” Which, loosely translated, meant...
#AGothLegacy
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Jungle Love.
Amethyst Goth-Adams had a vision: handcrafted rings shaped like vines, gold-dipped beetle wings, necklaces that looked like someone had stolen them from a cursed treasure chest in a Victorian explorer’s attic. She called it “Wicked Garden Jewelry.” #AGothLegacy
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