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diaryofaphilosopher · 10 months ago
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"The shift from the Afro-Caribbean zombie to the U.S. zombie is clear: in Caribbean folklore, people are scared of becoming zombies, whereas in U.S. narratives people are scared of zombies. This shift is significant because it maps the movement from the zombie as victim (Caribbean) to the zombie as an aggressive and terrifying monster who consumes human flesh (U.S.). In Haitian folklore, for instance, zombies do not physically threaten people; rather, the threat comes from the voduon practice whereby the sorcerer (master) subjugates the individual by robbing the victim of free will, language and cognition. The zombie is enslaved."
— Justin D. Edwards, "Mapping Tropical Gothic in the Americas" in Tropical Gothic in Literature and Culture.
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relatosangrio · 5 months ago
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danielle mb, xfaaa
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؄ 🆖 ͟AGUILERA #EMZ, 💦 ͟͞=
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wawapiggy · 11 months ago
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art request for @butter-and-too-much-bread who wanted gender non-conforming links, basically just them in pretty dresses :D
i didn’t originally plan for four to have a full illustration, but ig that’s just what happens when u draw ur blorbo XD
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cheesy-cryptid · 1 year ago
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tw // blood, body horror
“Honora…“
“Not now, Benito! We've just uncovered—-“
“No…look!”
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Tropical gothic my beloved i am SO back 🩸 decided to make a fake book cover about filipino monster hunters solving mysteries together
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eerieeccentrix · 4 months ago
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tropicalscream · 5 months ago
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Apostate
i am a drowning woman forever dying of thirst im a broken failed knight eternally seeking for a cause to rally
a despondent acolyte crawling on loss-scarred knees seeking a god to worship
a mutt starving to lick-taste the blood soaked fingers of its master
let me devote myself to you
let me plunge my hand into my sternum and rip out my heart so it may fill your stomach
the hole in my chest is the collar around my neck is the wicked samsara engulfing my mind in flame
oh to be pulled by a leash, oh to be prostate againt the floor, to have fingers in my mouth and eyes full of terrible horrible love
i want to scoop out those eyes so they cant see you, to tear off my ears so i cant hear you, to cut away my hands so i may never dream of feeling, touching you again
i want to eat you, i want to love you, i want to be devoured by you, I want to kill you, i want to be killed by you, i want to be fucked by you while youre pressing a knife against my throat in one hand and the other deep, digging into my chest choking my heart i want to bite and rip out your throat with my fangs blood drenching my maw as you cum
i want all of your cruelty and adoration and sadism and kindness
i wish you were dead
I wish i was dead
i wish i never met you
I wish i met you sooner
i want to forget you
i want to worship you
God please make it stop
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electracx · 3 months ago
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touitara · 1 month ago
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⠀⠀⠀⠀🤟🏿⠀⠀⠀ꓺ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀عاطفة
𝔔𝔎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀👩🏿‍🦱⚈⠀⠀⠀⠀#𝖭𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋⠀⠀⠀\/
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patronsaintofwhores · 8 months ago
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hurricane helene has made me realize something: the north could not care less about us. this might upset some northerners but be fr, the south is begging for help- north carolina has towns that are completely flooded and wiped out, georgia has towns that are still flooded and struggling- but i haven’t seen anyone from the north even try to help. in fact, i have watched people from the north say its a good thing, that we deserve it for being a red state. for one, no matter how you vote we are still people. two, is it that hard for yall to comprehend that not everyone from the south votes that way. and not everyone from the south even has the option to leave- and many don’t want to. do we deserve to be drowned and uprooted? do the children, who have no say over their parents actions deserve it?
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gothictravelguide · 3 months ago
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Lauritzen Gardens
Omaha, Nebraska, 2018
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diaryofaphilosopher · 10 months ago
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"At first glance, the term 'Tropical Gothic' sounds a lot like an oxymoron, since in popular understanding the genre is often synonymous with its early settings of bleak European wildernesses battered by howling winds and tumultuous storms. In contrast, Tropical Gothic heroes and heroines have vacated traditional eerie castles and chilling wind-swept moors to take up residence in haunted plantation houses, overgrown bayous, mysterious jungles and exuberant tropical cities, where the horrific and the uncanny not only lurk in the shadows but occupy open, sun-drenched spaces alongside humans."
— Anita Lundberg, Katarzyna Ancuta & Agnieszka Stasiewicz-Bieńkowska, "Tropical Gothic: Arts, Humanities and Social Sciences."
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f0restpunk · 7 months ago
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tropical-gothic-island · 1 year ago
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cheesy-cryptid · 2 years ago
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American occupation era Philippines but our girlie here is secretly a vampire hunter at a fancy party looking for her target 🦇🧛‍♂️🌴
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klausx15x5x66 · 1 year ago
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tropicalscream · 3 months ago
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Newborn/Stillborn
i feel like a facsimile, not of myself but of something that died before it was born in a crib i hear it's wails across my spine. of the life it should of had but instead i took its place instead at night i can see a fire echoing across a water tower ive never been to before it screams something in a language the earth forgot everything liquefies in the end. decay remembers where we come from and our atoms beg to be joined back with their mother I forget where i am. i forgot who i was supposed to be. something took its place just as something will take her place then take mine i have a sister somewhere. or i was supposed to. or I am that sister. born of claw & fang and cutting and fire she rages against everything that hurt me. Myself most of all I'm a facsimile. a mirage of myself an ode to a pipe dream. untouched, unwanted, unloved, a cruel lie. wind whips weeps through a canyon screaming silently as the dead dreadfully sing a dirge to themselves. no else will I yearn to be real
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