Gulf South Gothic

Horror Gothic Multi-muse focused on the gulf south region.

[talbas]

i like the term "sworn enemies" it's like marriage vows but evil

[glasspostings]

while you were attending therapy i was studying the blade

[glasspostings]

what do you mean i need better coping mechanisms

[threedollarsdotcom]

can you please sheathe your sword at the fucking dinner table

[panelshowsource]

outta pocket alex roast 😭

[gulfsouthgothic]

Everyone's accents in one post:

Baraqiel: sounds like a news anchor, no discernable accent, but sounds forced.

Persephone: both her parents are from acadiana originally so she has an identifiable cajun light accent with some garden district influences

carson : neutral for the most part but he drags out a lot of his vowels, if anyone from Louisiana meets him they'll pin him as a Baton Rouge kid

Kenneth: similar to Carson, but his ds and th's are awfully close some days, you can tell he's from Lafayette if he's not focusing on pronunciation

Ornias: the most generic American accent TM you've heard but exaggerated, think 90s sitcom and Jim Carey

Uphir: vaguely northern, clipped in style and shorter sentences, a little sharp on his hs and easy on the rs

Marguerite: livingston parish all day, she sounds like a stereotyped redneck

Moloch: he sounds like Jim Jones

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

personally I think an underutilized ship dynamic is "this is so ill-advised that we are both aware on some level that it cannot possibly end in anything but a breakup so acrimonious that we'll spend the rest of our lives hunting each other for sport, but we have decided to keep making out with each other anyway."

[skittlespizza]

bitches hate me because of my.... bad personality.... paranoid nature... addictive tendencies......the torture basement.

[dumbpuppyfag]

in the cuck chair with opera glasses and a big foam finger

[jojotier]

guess who just got ✨dommed by the narrative✨✨✨

[jojotier]

DOOMED I MEANT DOOMED

[gulfsouthgothic]

"Hurt me if you want, but know this... she’ll come for you, and you won’t survive her." (for the worst uncle in the universe)

For all his plans, Moloch rarely needs to enact violence these days. He's not like Lucifer in that way, he knows the benefit of honey and flies and all that. He wears them down slower than that. Each little scrape against their good judgment a win until they're willing to throw themselves onto the pyre without a push.

They'll jump freely. It's easier not to mention stronger if it comes down to the unearthly mechanics of it. Willing sacrifice is always stronger than resistance which will breed a rot that sometimes you can stamp out and other times? Well, there have been plenty of religions right?

Still, the threat would be funny if he didn't find it sad, so he doesn't laugh. He tilts his head to the side and the lets it fall forward with a long suffering sigh at the same time lets Val go with a small shove.

"You're not talking about your girl, I hope -- you idiot," he rubs his temple and the pushes a hand into his eyes so hard that a normal man may have gone blind from the pressure. "She's cute, Val and she's dedicated, I'll give her that. But she's not going to match anyone like me and if you think she can and will then I am more concerned about your judgment than I was before. You really got fucked up in that head, huh?"

[gulfsouthgothic]

"If you ask me, the choice is easy. I'm offering protection… and showing the consequences of what happens if you don't take it." (marguerite)

She is a child of faith before she is anything else. It consumed her parents, it killed them, left them broken on the floor of an ugly yellow barn. But not her. It saved her.

Mary watched the thing her parents worshipped lay limp and dead in a field, a stinking hulk of flesh like it was nothing but a deer someone couldn't find before the moon came up. She knew that whatever protected her there would protect her from this.

"I've got protection," she said, her voice sharp as flint and as flaky as it too. If you hit it too much it would start to wither away. "I don't need yours."

[phantcsmic]

Val knows that he's objectively young; not just by immortal standards, but by human standards as well. He simply rejects the notion. Hasn't he experienced enough for a thousand lifetimes? He should get some credit there, shouldn't he?

He was born in the deepest pits of Hell and clawed his way here all by himself. He's ended more lives than he's saved and taken more than he's given, but fuck he just wants to do better. To be better. He knows he can do it. If he can survive all that he has, and still make some kind of life for himself, he can be good too. One day he'll actually deserve Rosie. He can't think too much about her mortality and the after if he's going to get better without drinking himself to death first (if only that were possible...). He will get better. He will heal and he will grow and one day Moloch will see that he's right. For once.

"You've always been fuckin' bitter," Val rolls his eyes like a petulant teenager; the way he always does when Moloch attempts to impart some of his wisdom on him. As much as Moloch is an absolute threat, as little as Val trusts him, he's always talked to him this way. Familiar.

"I have a plan. For the... after. I won't have to miss her and I won't have to lose this whole nice life before the whole fuckin' world ends. And you know now, so you can be the first in line to get ahold of my territory. So... win-win for everyone, huh?"

He lights a cigarette with a flame that bursts from the tip of a finger. Then he offers the pack to Moloch.

"Why are you here?"

[gulfsouthgothic]

He'll give one thing to his nephew, he isn't easily coaxed into heroics. Funny enough, many demons are. Especially those that had wings once upon a time, they love the grandiosity of a long battle of winning, of being the underdogs and finally coming out on top for once and for something they fought for. Basically, you can get the fallen feeling like they're re-writing the Bible if you give them a cause you can sell.

But, Val's no fallen. And, his territory for free is a simple enough plan even if he would be quite a win in itself, but he'll make that sell if he needs to, if he feels like those territories are going to be too hard to pull to close to him in the time it takes for all this happy little life Val made comes crumbling down.

Moloch takes the offered cigarette like it's an olive branch. It's lit without any fanfare, no flame, no spark, it just burns like it has always been burning.

"Came to take a look around, couldn't have my new niece out and about on her lonesome, right? I've been keeping an eye on her," not a lie, but mostly to see if she's turned up anything useful. She did on two occasions, but neither ended up being anything but a real long shot.

"And, I came to see how you're doing now that you're out and about again. How long do you think it'll take before someone comes sniffing about for you again?" What made them do it in the first place is what he means, is it bad enough they'll try again or did they get enough flesh to chalk it up to a draw for now?

[deathtaught]

@gulfsouthgothic continued from here

"You're lucky. I was expressly forbidden from continuing some of my human activities." Jack stomps out the cigarette the rare cigarette he'd been savoring, using the action to cover the smile that threatened to give away how amused this conversation was making him.

"I'm not here to make problems for you, nor am I here to spend any time at all in your swamps. I was merely curious, is all. We all need our hobbies, don't we?"

[gulfsouthgothic]

Ken feels distinctly unlucky in so many ways, but not this one. He is certain that whatever a vampire council decided to ban is definitely something that would add up to more headaches on his end.

"Oh, goody," he deadpans in a way that manages to convey he does not believe it at all. Vampires have very different concepts of times as they age. It is a constant mind fuck, being a vampire made in his fifties and speaking with those who look achingly young but are so very old, means he needs to specify time. "Any time? So you're leaving tomorrow? Great, I can get you a map while I don't tell you about my hobbies. But, you can tell me about yours while I pretend to listen," he continues, starting to dig around his desk for a map that is almost certainly out of date.

[gulfsouthgothic]

The reactions to Lou: awful the worst

The reactions to Moloch: no…lemme hear him out

[gulfsouthgothic]

Anyway for fans of more awful characters: gotta add Roderick on this blog too who unlike Kenneth v much does not care about bag limits or tags

[gulfsouthgothic]

Love how all my friends love my big bad so much (Moloch) bc you should ! We should all love this terrible old man who feels like your weird uncle that can’t turn off his preacher voice and join his death cult

[hecubus]

John Goodman as Dr. Eli Gemstone in "The Righteous Gemstones" finale