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#MATRIIIARCH —— independent & selective MORTICIA ADDAMS from the original Charles Addams cartoons ; & most adaptations. established Sept. 2017. possessed by rae ( 30+, she/her ). warning: blog may contain triggering content.
associated with patriiiarch & deviaticn.
JOANNA LUMLEY AS GRANDMAMA?! i swear i predicted this fancast at some point. i swear i did! either way, that makes me excited for season 2 of Wednesday.
AND guest starring christopher lloyd?!?!? my heart.
JOANNA LUMLEY AS GRANDMAMA?! i swear i predicted this fancast at some point. i swear i did! either way, that makes me excited for season 2 of Wednesday.
𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔶 When all the while behind that smile She's wondering how you'll die .... She's every dream and every nightmare permanently bound. So when I'm dead asleep that's when I feel it most profound. But tell me you'll come 'round before I'm six feet under ground !
#Niiteshade. Private and Low activity portrayal of Morticia A Addams of Charles Addams The Addams Family. Mixed Media. Loved by Ivory 25+.
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contemplating on making a comeback on here. will i or won't i——? that is the question. will have to do a lot of updates blog wise. seems appropriate though to return for spooky season.
what made you decide to start shipping larissa and morticia? Also is that fandom super active here?
PLEASE BE MINDFUL of the fact that my entire Wednesday verse is based as an AU. Even in that verse, my ship between Larissa and Tish stems prior to Gomez with an entire history that has been fully developed with @deviaticn and can be found here (this is a personal head canon on their back story that is strictly between myself and Char as her Larissa is the only one I actually ship with). In my canon verses, Morticia has never had eyes or felt love for anyone outside of her husband. What made me want to ship Tish with Larissa was by the obvious correlation their characters had on the show—— Larissa views herself as a constant shadow to Morticia (which is mirrored in the way Wednesday feels towards her mother) and displays a clear sense of jealousy over her. Although it can be argued that she is simply jealous of all of Morticia's many accomplishments as well as the subtle reference to a potential crush she may have had for Gomez, we do not actually see Larissa looking at or even talking about Gomez other than the one time she confesses it to Marilyn Thornhill at the Rave'n. Which could very easily be a front to mask her true emotions. What is made clear is the fact that she still holds resentment towards Morticia, which can be for many reasons outside of just jealousy alone. Fact of the matter is, we aren't given a lot of information about their overall relationship as a whole. There are a lot of speculations that can be made in many different directions with what's provided just within the first season. As for your inquiry regarding the fandom is concerned, it is an active fandom as far as I'm still aware though it has lessened since all the hype.
HIATUS NOTICE - i'm currently in japan until april 8th, so activity will be limited. any new followers, please take note. i will take a look at your blogs and such once i return home. in the meantime, you can find me on @scatcrccio
STONED FACED. NO EMOTION. It was just how Wednesday liked the world to see her, but the night she almost died left a lot of unanswered questions running through her vast mind. Even the pain that pulsated throughout her tiny body, after having a resurrected pilgrim garnish a long overdue debt meant for Goody Addams, didn’t bring the normal pleasure that torture usually did. It just left her with the notion of what if. What if she never saw her family again? What if she was left forgotten for the rats and mice to feed on? What if she never saw Enid again? Questions she had tried to push from her mind, until fate played a significant hand in her rescue, allowing her to see Enid again, which meant seeing her family again, including her mother, whom, though she did not want to outright admit, she had needed deeply.
Laying eyes on the people whom she both despised and loved the most in this dreadful world, Wednesday gathered her backpack from the seat next to her while she waited for Lurch to open the car door, “ Well, Thing, it looks as though nothing has changed. ” As her eyes scanned the area, she caught sight of Morticia and the reflection of light catching off the glint of tears trying to force their way out of her mother’s eyes, “ except for that... ” Her voice trailed off, and her eyes shifted slightly to show the smallest hint of emotion, until Lurch opened the car door to let her out.
Gritting her teeth, the young woman forced back any reaction that might have been present on her face, before climbing out. Same solemn expression that she was known for, once again apparent, Wednesday put on her backpack, dropped her arms, and balled her tiny fists, “ Mother. Father. Pugsley. ” After the brief acknowledgment of her family, the sixteen year old made her way into the massive, decrepit looking house and headed straight for her room, because while her face said nothing, her mind was screaming everything.
IT DOESN'T COME AS ANY SURPRISE TO SEE WEDNESDAY in her usual stoic and solemn disposition, she expected it, of course. A simple nod given in the brief acknowledgement that was provided before the young girl continued her way forward and into the home. Glancing over to her husband, they exchanged a quick and similar expression of concern before a hand is placed upon Pugsley's back, all three of them soon following Wednesday inside. With Lurch tending to the bags, Morticia made a simple gesture towards the rest of the family that she would take care of checking in on Wednesday in the meantime. There was no need for bombardment, but even Morticia could sense there was something deep lingering within her daughter's psyche that the girl was holding back even from herself. Some time had passed before the matriarch finally stood outside of the bedroom door, a quick knock to announce her presence and then slowly turning the knob. ❝ Wednesday…? ❞ Voice remained calmed and collective upon opening the door. Whether Wednesday liked it or not, there were still many questions that needed to be answered. Though she wouldn't ask them all at once nor demand a response right away, the most important thing was that her child had survived but on the other hand, she had just gone through a rather traumatic experience that nearly got her killed. As a mother, it was Morticia's duty to make sure she was alright in every sense of the word. A near death experience without any comeuppance, that must not have been easy.
@littledxxthtrap gets a plotted thing.
CONCERN HAD WEIGHED HEAVILY ON THE ENTIRE FAMILY, only being informed through a simple phone call of everything that had happened at Nevermore. Morticia herself was furious, the fact that Wednesday had been put in a situation that nearly got her killed and would have indefinitely had it not been for the amulet Morticia gave her. Regardless of the fact that the Addams family viewed death as a celebratory occasion did not take away from their own personal sense of grief, especially when it came to their children. But the news about Larissa Weems was also a heavy weight to bear that left the matriarch overwhelmed. They should have been there to pick up their daughter, Morticia should have had a clearer picture of the potential dread that loomed overhead. More could have been done. Why had her visions failed her? She couldn't help but blame herself to an extent, not being able to be there for her child when she needed her most. So when the car pulled up into the drive way, Morticia and Gomez both stood outside their home, waiting. Wednesday was very much like herself in the sense that emotions were not usually a thing to be so outwardly or easily expressed and yet, even the tall, raven haired beauty couldn't control the hint of tears that began to form along the corner of her eyes. She wouldn't strain the issue however, not wanting the younger Addams to feel overwhelmed in that moment after everything she had already been through. But family was always a priority with the Addams'. ❝ Ma chérie… ❞ was all she said at first, the urge to rush towards her quite prominent though she resists that temptation for now, wanting to gage Wednesday's overall demeanor first.
Larissa smiled sadly, remembering her favorite piece. “Call In the Spirits,” she said, remembering the title. “Whenever I played that, it felt like I was connecting with my loved ones who were gone. It was like they were guiding my fingers across the harp strings.” An idea came to her mind, as she glanced at the harp. “Perhaps we could have a duet sometime?”
LETTING GO OF THE WOMAN'S HANDS, Morticia kept herself standing still with a simple smirk gracing deadly features. It seemed to match perfectly with Larissa's reminiscent moment when she spoke, speaking about the remembrance of past loved one's that used to fuel and inspire her. She'd like to somehow make her feel that again and so, the invitation is a welcomed one. ❝ I would love to. ❞ She says with a kind sort of smile. ❝ You should be able to resurrect them again and bring them back to life through your music. Death is never the end, after all. ❞
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 the repulsive choice of clothing ; acquiring teen magazines to see whatever was considered ᴇɴ ᴠᴏɢᴜᴇ, to present an addams out there in the world looking for such clothing and it’s indescribable the self hatred that sprung within when she finally put on those clothes. alas, it was the scariest costume yet. she found it hard to believe the person staring back at her in the reflection was herself. and, above all, her mother’s reaction seemed to have encouraged her choice for the halloween celebration.
❛ flattery not taken. ❜ she uttered, although her comment was tainted with kindness at her mother’s own one. both hands tried to no avail to drag the denim skirt down ; turned out it was shorter than anticipated. 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 ? she hadn’t exactly seen it during highschool hours, although she didn’t exactly pay attention either to whatever was going on around her, as long as it didn’t spur anything intriguing. ❛ i’m looking for scary, not chic. ❜ although it was wednesday who was the most scared of the atrocities that she embodied wearing that damned costume.
WITH AN ALMOST GRIMACED EXPRESSION, Morticia's gaze wandered over the younger Addams once more. She could only imagine in that moment how Wednesday felt wearing such an atrocity and yet, it had been her choice in the end. Truly an abhorrent display, the matriarch was nearly flabbergasted, but that was the point of Halloween after all. To display oneself in the scariest thing possible, she merely never thought that her own daughter would ever decide to adorn such a thing (even for the occasion). ❝ You've certainly accomplished that. ❞ She stated simply. There was hint of amusement to tone though she couldn't help but still remain with spine straightened at the sight of the other. Gomez himself would have been mortified. At the very least, Morticia could be comforted in the fact that this was not going to become a trend nor was it something Wednesday would ever wish to present herself in everyday fashion. ❝ Where will you be going in… this? ❞ If it was alarm the girl wished to create, some form of panic would surely follow suit. Perhaps, they could burn the atrociousness of such an outfit together within the following days ; or so she genuinely hoped.
by the snap of his fingers the ants swirl into a spiral to disappear in the cracks in the floorboards, and the flies filter out of the window that cracks open all by itself. he may love them as a delicacy, but wouldn’t want to put a strain on a lady’s hospitality. besides, she seems rather happy to see him. that’s a rarity.
' fencing? piece of cake. '
he doesn’t know the first thing about fencing. but at least he can grab a steel from the right end, right? her comment makes his face distort in a rather repulsive grin.
“like it, huh?” he adjusts the knot in his tie, just in case she finds the owner of the name just as dashing. “my mom’s favourite star. she didn’t know I’d come to… love bugs quite a bit.”
he dips his hand into his pocket, plucking out a single shiny scarab and crunches down on it.
' irish whisky, if ya will. '
approaching her rather gracelessly, he looks back at the kids, encouraging them with a wink. they are about to get a new daddy.
“tell me, babes, what can I do for ya? must be hard watchin’ the kids while ya guy is…wherever he is.”
BETELGEUSE HAD ALSO BEEN MORTICIA'S FAVORITE star, so his name was certainly fitting considering the fact should it ever explode, it would most likely become nothing more than a black hole. Depending, of course, it's supernova tendencies still highly speculated though yet to be seen. The bugs he had acquired upon arrival did not seem to faze her much even as they dispersed, eyes flickering if only for a moment before maintaining their attention upon him individually. It provided some explanation as to why their home seemed to be festered more so than usual as of late. Single brow coming to arch while watching the man munch on a scarab that had been procured from his pocket, understanding now how their jar downstairs had become filled within the last several days. Pugsley always did enjoy his midnight snacking and she was surprised to see that it wasn't already empty by now. ❝ Thing… ❞ in almost an instant does the black box residing beside her open to reveal the dismembered hand, ❝ an Irish whisky, if you please. For our friend here. ❞ A quick snap of fingers in acknowledgement is provided before the box is closed once more. The latter question does spur a moment of hesitation from Morticia however, uncertain initially on how to respond. It was the children after all who had summoned him - clearly had been for quite some time - eyes darting towards them briefly. ❝ He's indisposed, though I can only assume your presence here is strictly for entertainment purposes. Perhaps even, to seek revenge on the neighboring children. ❞ It wouldn't surprise her in the least given the most recent spats held between them and Pugsley specifically. The box at her side once again opens, drink presented within clutched fingers held upwards to which Morticia accepts before handing it to their guest. ❝ As requested. ❞
𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏, it didn’t change the constant variable which stated that she had lost someone she deeply cared about. being allowed to feel sadness and terror wasn’t enough ; it didn’t bring nero back from the ether. and it surely didn’t affect those other kids, the masters behind this colossal tragedy. wednesday could avenge her scorpion, morticia would help her, but the wound inside twists and turns for she was not prepared for the horrors she had to endure. she could’ve saved nero had she not been frozen in space and time, taking aback by what the other kids holding her still. 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢. this notion lingered before it swung at her at full speed, obliterating the little amount of hope and innocence she had. little hand brushed away memories of tear stains on her face, visage returning to a catatonic state.
it wasn’t just nero who died, there was also wednesday’s last hope in humanity. if people could hold such evil intentions deep within, then the other way to counter their attacks was to strike harder. her mother’s words echoing inside her brain 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘’𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚗. on the outside, there seemed to be no emotions attached to the little girl, although on the inside there was a thirst for revenge, bittersweet and long awaited payback. ❛ that’s already done, mother. ❜ the little kleptomaniac articulated, remembering that she did in fact steal some petty little things from the classmates that refused to let her sign on their school memory book. they should’ve been nicer to wednesday, alas, it was a little too late for that. ❛ are we going to curse them and their families? ❜ the look ‘pon her face was ghastly ; at a closer inspection, it was just a child battling grief, but if looked from the bigger picture, it was just the beginning of a series of unfortunate events that were about to follow. she, nothing but a victim to the wicked ways of humanity.
THIS WAS BECOMING PERSONAL NOW— a blatant disrespect against daughter and family. She could see the shift within Wednesday's darkened gaze and knew just how deep this scenario had taken hold of her. It wasn't just about a beloved pet (though that still remained a primary), but even more so a need to stand up for the Addams name that included all members in every sense of the word. There was a matter of pride to be taken and when that was compromised, consequences were inevitable. Morticia herself remained thoroughly protective, especially when it came to her first born and anything she loved which was few in and of itself. Nero had meant everything to Wednesday, more so than any other creature and the matriarch took it personally to see the tears that had streamed down her daughter's face for the first time. Even as a baby, the girl never cried which maintained a sense of concern among doctors. Not that their opinions ever truly mattered. A smirk lingers across plum painted lips, eyes narrowing in an almost devious sort of way as she reaches a single hand to touch upon a single pigtail upon Wednesday's shoulder. ❝ That's my girl. ❞ She cooed, not even bothering to question how or what her daughter had been able to procure. As long as they were personal items, they would suffice for what they needed to do. The look upon the young girl's face as she shifted from sadness to chicanery was indeed quite the sight and no doubt this would be a bonding experience for the both of them. ❝ Yes. From present to future, if that's what you want. ❞ Morticia would hand over the world's head on a silver platter should Wednesday ask it of her. But Nero was her beloved pet and whatever type of revenge she wanted to take would be hers alone with mother eagerly obliging to assist as necessary. ❝ Just say the word, darling. ❞
Larissa looked down at her hands- Morticia was right, the calluses she had known and were familiar with had faded a bit. “Not completely,” she admitted, “but they’re starting to go away. Life happened and I hadn’t had a lot of time to play my harp. Though I might bring it to my office from time to time.”
TAKING A STEP FORWARD, MORTICIA TOOK HOLD of Larissa's hands and glanced down upon her palms. They were both musicians in their own right and she could remember fondly on how well the taller woman used to play in their youth. So hauntingly beautiful, she recalled. Like a sweep of a whisper even late at night. It was surprising to hear that she no longer played as often as she used to. ❝ Such a shame. ❞ She practically purred. ❝ Your melodies used to keep me up at night. I miss that. ❞
tapping into feelings is exhausting. she's much better at relying on her mind. & there's a reason she's seriously contemplating coming up with an excuse to miss therapy this week right now. this conversation will be enough to last her weeks on end. she grows quiet, pondering the words she knows she'd said to her mother. the ones spoken when her family dropped her off at this school in the first place. " perhaps saying i don't want to be you is much easier than saying that i can't. " this admission alone makes her want to crawl into an open grave & shut out the world for a few hours. " beloved among peers, personable – it's not me. you brought me here as some kind of legacy child & i needed to manage your expectations. " granted, in a hurtful way. it's what happens when she feels pushed. the words that follow are comforting to hear. for that alone, arms uncross, placed at her sides once again. " don't forget the arsenic. " her own lips twitch upwards just slightly. " i agree. besides, you could be covered in wrinkles & father would be just as obsessed with you. "
MORTICIA COULDN'T HELP BUT WONDER WHEN EVERYTHING had suddenly changed. Wednesday had at one point in time idolized her, then suddenly, it shifted into something of a competition. Granted, there were shoes to fill or at least, she could somewhat understand the thought process behind such expectations and yet, never in their history was that ever insinuated or encouraged. Since the day their children were born, both she and Gomez had inspired every sense of individuality within each of them. Once an Addams, always an Addams, through and through, no matter what. The good, the bad, the consequential. ❝ What ever made you think that was our intention? ❞ They had brought her to Nevermore strictly because they had no other choice. In fact, they had attempted to avoid it as much as possible for several reasons. Even Morticia herself loathed the amount of attention she had gotten from the Academy and her peers. Just because she happened to be good at several different things did not mean she adored the scrutiny of such afflictions and she certainly did not wish for her own daughter to feel as if she needed to live up to any expectations. She would have thought Wednesday knew her better than that. But her smirk never swayed, not wanting to ruin that small brief moment of unity between them. ❝ You're at least right about that. ❞ She stated in regards to her father's obsession.
