𝒢𝒪𝑀𝐸𝒵 𝒜𝒟𝒟𝒜𝑀𝒮

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#MORTSAUVAGE— independent & selective GOMEZ ADDAMS from the original Charles Addams cartoons ; & most adaptations established Oct. 2017. handled by STARRY (30+, she/her) — blog may contain triggering content.  in primary association with MORTECARLATE.

RULES. ABOUT. VERSES.

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shoutout to @mortecarlate for making me all these icons 😭😭 i really appreciate it!! 💜

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continued from here - @amaranthinewept

Gomez’s bark of laughter said it all and spoke of how proud he was. “My little one, you are always so resourceful. I can only imagine his screams!” It still baffled him to know that many people were afraid of spiders! Apparently, it was one of the top five phobias, perhaps even taking the top spot — imagine that! How could people hate those delightful little creatures? It was a complete and utter mystery to him!

“I know the teacher and headmaster say otherwise, telling you that you did wrong, but he shouldn’t have been bothering you in the first place.” That boy — Gomez had already forgotten his ridiculous name despite being told it multiple times during the meeting — should be grateful that Wednesday had put her foot down and dealt with him before her father had shown up. Not that he would have physically harmed the child! No, no, but there were many other ways to deal with such maddening little gnats...

Upon arriving at the car, Lurch stood diligently, ready to open the back door for them. Gomez slid in after Wednesday, placing her bag in the footwell. “Now that you have an early finish, do you feel like taking a detour before we return home? Wherever you like, just say the word.” Consider this his way of rewarding her for standing up for herself against that cheeky boy.

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“ Forget it! I'm going home! ”

“Say no more, paloma. We have remained here far longer than necessary.” It was no secret that Gomez despised stepping into this school of hers with its bright hallways, smiling faculty, and disgustingly joyous homemade motivational signs that set his teeth on edge. To make matters worse, all of it was punctuated by the grating sound of laughing children, and wasn't that just one of the most disturbing things one's ears could be subjected to? Now, don't get him wrong, Gomez tried when it came to school matters. He showed up when called upon, tolerated the secretary’s polite but unnerved smile and the way the headmaster’s voice raised an octave, akin to a squeaking mouse stuck in a trap. Although, he must admit, the latter was prone to easy scares, which had provided himself and Thing much entertainment over the years. Truly, it was a wonder they hadn’t resigned yet, and that, in itself, earned some form of respect from him.

Lifting her backpack over one shoulder, he was the first one at the entrance, his eagerness to escape the nightmare that was this damned school winning out over his duty as a father to see that his child remained within the building until the bell rang at the end of classes. He would mentally file this situation under Important Circumstances and give Wednesday (and himself) a pass.

Once outside and away from that stuffy, cloying atmosphere, Gomez slowed his pace to allow his beloved daughter to match it. His expression turned roguish, unable to hide his glee at what he’d been told by her shaken teacher.

“Tell me, in your own words, about how you fought that boy. Do not leave out even a single detail.” In his opinion (and he’d never once wavered on this), if his children ended up in a tussle with one of their classmates, then it was for a good reason.

@amaranthinewept

[rpmemes-galore]

aquamarine ... sentence starters

"Do you love me?"

"Wait! You need shoes!"

"But you don't love me."

"No, but I think you're hot."

"Forget it! I'm going home!"

"She glows from the inside."

"Following you around is fun."

"Give me your car keys… now!"

"You scared the salt out of me!"

"Why go through life unnoticed?"

"I like you. I really, really like you."

"Are you always so sure of yourself?"

"It's the closest thing we have to magic."

"You have to help me make him love me."

"We are not fictional! We're just discreet!"

"You can tell me how that makes you feel."

"We are so coy, he barely knows we exist."

"What? What do you want me to tell you?"

"Maybe we could wish for something else?"

"When you help a mermaid, you get a wish."

"He still chooses her over me? She's a FISH!"

"He's totally into you! This doesn't make sense!"

"I mean, all the girls are after him. Even a few boys."

"Starfish may be huge suck ups. But they never lie."

"What are you girls doing out here in this weather?"

"But I gotta be careful. Add a little water, instant tail."

"I'm never gonna see him again, and he doesn't care!"

"He's way too popular! You should pick someone else."

"I can't stop thinking about him. I feel so weird and tingly."

"I know there's a reason why everybody wants it so much."

"First time on land, first time with legs. Can you believe it?"

"But I've learned it's not where you are, it's who you're with."

"You're never going to get a tan wearing all of those clothes!"

"I found two new men to love… Their names are Ben and Jerry!"

"I mean, maybe we could learn to stand on our own for a change…"

"They love to give compliments. But it's nice when you need a little boost."

"Are you always so sure of yourself? It's nice. More people should be like that."

"Well, all these articles say we've been way too available. We need to be more coy."

"When you find love, I guess it's really beautiful. I mean, that's what I've read in magazines."

"I don't think they would've wanted you to be afraid of life. I think they would've wanted you to be friends with it."

"Did you know you can hear the ocean through these? Well, it works both ways. The ocean can hear you, too."

"You think I need you all the time, when the truth is, you're so mad at the world, that nobody but me even wants to talk to you."

"I just want you to know, if (name) comes in here and chops us up into a million pieces, that you are totally, completely, and eternally my best friend."

"Mer… maid. Mermaid. Fabled marine creature, half-woman, half-fish, best known for sitting on rocks, staring into mirrors, and obsessively combing our long, beautiful hair. Blah, blah, blah."

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MORTSAUVAGE | MORTECARLATE —— independent & selective GOMEZ & MORTICIA ADDAMS from the original Charles Addams cartoons ; & most adaptations. written by Starry & Rae. blogs may contain triggering content.

( previously patriiiarch & matriiiarch )

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matriiiarch​:

THERE WAS STILL SOME SKEPTICISM about all of this. Understandably so, a true matter of life and death should the old woman be wrong in her assumptions. It seemed a bit extreme but then again, she had come to know the family well enough to understand that they lived a life of extremity. As much as she trusted Gomez, she couldn’t quite shake off the possibility that this wouldn’t end the way they wanted it to. She herself felt like a different person from who Morticia Addams really was and so, she really would die. At least, this side of her would and in truth, that was what frightened her the most. But looking at the pain her presence was causing to the entire family, she knew either way, she couldn’t stay. Nodding at his gratitude, she attempts a small but feigned smirk. When he stands, she watches him gradually for a moment. Eyes closing as he places a kiss upon her head. That would be the last time she’d ever see him again, she imagines. Grandmama remained in the distance, standing there nonchalantly as if undisturbed by the entire situation. It hadn’t been entirely her fault, she did tell Morticia not to enter the room, but the old woman had a hard time taking responsibility for much of anything. With Gomez near her once more, the elder Frump nodded eagerly and with a big yellow toothed grin. ❝ Yes, yes, yes… of course! Go, go! ❞ Hand slapped against his arm repeatedly, insisting him to go with the children. Seemingly a bit too eager about all of this, she made her way towards where the bland version of Morticia sat, smile still beaming as long, boney fingers crinkled in encouragement. ❝ Come here, dear. Sit on the couch with me. ❞ Grabbing Morticia’s hand, she practically pulled the woman out of the chair and brought her towards the couch. Although Morticia had no idea what to expect precisely, she followed the older woman and took a seat on the rather uncomfortable cushions. Wrinkled hand being placed upon her knee, she gripped righter tightly, ❝ how’re you feeling? ❞ she asked which honestly, threw Morticia off a bit. Eyelids fluttering, she turned to look down at her own hands in her lap, fingers fidgeting. ❝ I… it’s difficult to tell, really. Mixed emotions ; frightened, relieved. ❞ Mama nodded enthusiastically before responding with a simple, ❝ good, good. You’ll be back to your old self in no time. ❞    

With Grandmama doing as she was instructed, Gomez allowed himself to linger in the hallway for several seconds before heading to his office to retrieve a weapon. A simple pistol would do the trick — nothing too showy or anything that would make a loud bang. This wasn’t the time for such theatrics and his desire to get this over and done with outweighed everything else.

The children had long since headed upstairs, knowing that they should wait patiently while their parents fixed this predicament. They trusted them to deal with it in the most appropriate manner.

It wasn’t long before he returned to the door, the voices of the two women carrying through. The distraction appeared to be in full effect and that was Gomez’s cue to silently slip back inside.

As expected, Morticia was facing away, involved in the conversation with her mother. Fortunately Grandmama didn’t react despite seeing him enter the room, giving Gomez the perfect opportunity to raise the weapon, aim it at the back of his darling wife’s head, and pull the trigger. The bullet whizzed through the air and struck her shiny black hair before traveling through her forehead and embedding in the wall opposite. It was a clean shot that would instantly kill and, if Grandmama had truly deciphered the ancient text correctly would allow Morticia to arise once more as herself.

All they had to do now was wait for the family curse to do the work and bring her back to them. Finally, Gomez thought. Finally she will return to me. And this waking nightmare would be over with! 

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“Remember that time we went to the carnival and got stuck on the Ferris wheel?” (From @mysteriousmissweems)

"For hours. I still remember the screams of the people in the other carriages." Gomez replied with a bark of laughter. What was everyone so afraid of? That the machinery would suddenly give out beneath their joint weight and send them all plummeting to their deaths? That would have made the carnival a five-star experience!

"How I wish all rides could be that entertaining." The rest of those carnival attractions had been rather dull. Even the rollercoaster wasn't all that impressive. Perhaps I should invest in a theme park and make it to my liking...

Now he was getting wonderfully ghoulish ideas!

[kstarlitchaotics]

The original Wednesday Addams (Lisa Loring) has passed away at the age of 64

May she find peace 😢💖

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matriiiarch​:

IT WAS A TRICKY SITUATION OVERALL, considering Morticia’s state and what they would have to do in order to reverse the spell that was cast. Trying to explain the logistics of it was not going to be easy. Grandmama seemed to have forgotten that until Gomez brought it to her attention. ❝ Oh, right… yeah. ❞ The older woman cringed. Meanwhile, Morticia sat there watching them discuss though she couldn’t overhear every word. Every so often glancing towards the children who didn’t seem phased in the slightest over what their grandmother had just announced. In fact, they seemed quite understanding. Which, only confused Morticia more. How was everyone so calm over the knowledge that she would have to be killed in order to gain back her memories? As if it was such a simple thing. It was only natural for her initial reaction to be perplexed and terrified. Was this all a ruse? Had all of this been some horrific game? How would she even know for sure? Far too many questions rolled through her mind in that moment, so when Gomez came back towards her, she flinched slightly. Though she could see the confliction on his face, she could tell that this wasn’t easy for him either. None of this had been easy overall in fact, Gomez was receiving the worst of it all. Eyes staring widely at him once he kneeled before her, she could feel her heart fluttering wildly in her chest from nerves, her body trembling. It was prominent when he finally took hold of her hands. ❝ Gomez… ❞ she whispered his name but allowed him to speak. Odd was a minor word in comparison to how she was feeling about their family in that moment, her jaw clenching and yet, the look of sincere love and care in his eyes is what somehow managed to calm her even for a moment. His query wasn’t responded to immediately, she took in his words and tried to follow them in a sensical manner. But then again, nothing about this seemed sensical, to which he had acknowledged. They had gotten rather close within the last few days and all the while he had done nothing but give her every reason to trust him. She’d seen the photographs, the family albums, the look of love in his eyes whenever she entered into the room. How tender his touch was and the tone of his voice when talking about who she used to be. Her breathing calmed as she looked at him, eyes lingering over the genuine expression on his face. Grandmama waited in the wings, holding the book of spells in her hands, anticipating a reaction of some sort and yet, still seemingly quite idle. ❝ Yes. ❞ She finally said, gripping his hand. ❝ I trust you. ❞

That was all he needed to hear for his expression to brighten, showing his gratitude. He nodded once, squeezing Morticia’s hands to further show his admiration for her bravery and loyalty, even when she didn’t know the full picture behind what they were about to do. He would converse with his mother-in-law again to figure out the best way to carry out the killing. Something quick and painful; something that would be over with before Morticia even knew what was happening.

“Thank you, my love. I’ll handle the rest.”

He rose from his crouch and placed a gentle kiss atop her head as he fully straightened. It would be over with soon and, if Grandmama was correct in her assumption, Morticia would be resurrected as her true self. This had been painful for all of them, but they were in the home stretch now and all they could do was continue forward. As he turned back to the elderly witch, he lowered his voice once more.

“I’ll take the children out. You should sit with Morticia while I’m gone, talk to her, distract her. Make sure she’s facing away from the door. I’ll return and make it quick.” It would be better if Morticia didn’t see him as he carried out the task. There was no reason to panic her by showing off the weapon of choice (he already imagined he’d use one of his pistols.) 

“Can you do that?”

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LOUD NOISES WERE NEVER APPRECIATED in Wednesday’s presence , knowing full well her Father to be a boisterous man was something she had simply accepted & learned to deal with as time went on. It was what she cherished most about him ; his ability to adapt to whomever was around.

❝ Amusing in a pathetic way , perhaps. ❞ With gate closing on him every time he entered the grounds & Bruno taking a bite of his ankle , Tully was some small amount of entertainment for the Addams with Wednesday never taking him seriously. The house didn’t like his presence , that much was obvious but the fact he always returned showed some sign of masochism. That brings her to wonder how Cleopatra would react to him. Ah , some other time.

❝ He thinks he can get away with lying because he thinks you’re a fool. ❞ While Wednesday had no definitive proof of such a claim , it didn’t mean there wasn’t a possibility that it was true. Wednesday knew better than to think of either of her parents as fools or easy to manipulate , the idea of sitting in on a boring briefing was tempting but surely her Father could see through Tully just as well as she could. ❝ Knowing Tully , he’d find a way to get rid of me. ❞

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"I'd never let him," Gomez spoke without hesitation — not that he did anything with hesitation — as he let his mind think about and reject the thought of Tully banishing his daughter within her own house. "If he even so much as looked at you in a way I didn't like, I'd have his head mounted on our wall." A threat that would inspire excitement in members of the family, but not one that was made lightly.

"He doesn't do much for us now anyway," He continued, now fully distracted from his work just so he could converse with Wednesday. "I just like to torment him knowing how much he detests it." Tully was like a plaything of sorts, one that Gomez had somewhat grown fond of in a strange way. However, he wasn't irreplaceable and he could surely find someone else to fill his position if it came to it.

"Enough about my work; how are things with you? How are preparations for your school play going?" He and Tish always encouraged their children to express themselves in however they felt and he was looking forward to how they chose to present themselves at this upcoming event.

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PUSHING THE SLIDING DOOR CLOSED, Wednesday walked further into the study & when permission was granted , she climbed up into her Father’s lap , Marie Antoinette still in hand as she got comfortable. It was a horrid habit Wednesday had picked up , seeking comfort from her parents when she should have been old enough to handle it on her own , but even children need comfort sometimes.

❝ You should find a better partner. ❞ It wasn’t unlike Wednesday to have her suspicions about the business partners her Father dealt with , Tully seemed harmless but there was something about him , something she couldn’t trust. ❝ He’s worthless.❞

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Gomez barked a laugh, but reigned it in now that his daughter had taken her routine spot in order to seek rest. He always tried to be mindful of how loud he was when in Wednesday's presence.

"It's true he has his moments, but I find him amusing." Tully was such an odd character; one that was easily worked up and always swore to never return to their home for this reason or that. However, despite that constant vow, he always appeared at the next meeting, expecting to carry out their work as if nothing happened.

"Perhaps I should let you sit in on our meeting tomorrow so that you may catch him out in whatever lies he might tell." Gomez wasn't serious in many aspects of his life, but he was when it came to the family's finances. It would be interesting to see what Wednesday could pick up in such a meeting.

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what are you working on ?

— @woedensdag

"I'm checking financial records for Tully to look over when he stops by tomorrow" Gomez replied, his nose wrinkling. "Dull work as usual — I long for something more interesting." He looked up from the ledger, taking note of his daughter's general demeanour.

"Can't sleep?"

It was a routine for her to visit him like this when she had trouble shutting her mind off and resting. Gomez pushed his chair back a bit and gestured her forward. "Come here and rest your mind, paloma. This work will most certainly lull you to sleep." It was having that affect on him and he'd only just started his work!​

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matriiiarch​:

WITH MEMORIES FADED, THE CONCEPT OF DEATH had not been as grand as it once used to be. She was left horrified by the very suggestion that killing her would fix the situation and bring her memories back. To her, in that moment, it made no sense. So many questions flooded her mind as she gripped tightly to the back of her chair. Eyes wandering until they took note of Gomez pulling grandmama aside. Surely, there was a different solution, she thought. There just had to be.

With grandmama pulled to the side, the old woman looked over at Gomez with furrowed brows and a perplexed expression at first. It wasn’t until he began to express his concerns that she finally released an understanding, ❝ ah! ❞ Though she didn’t seem all too concerned in the slightest as she shook her head. Single finger pointing aggressively at the woman who sat behind them, ❝ Morticia’s still in there, somewhere. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be experiencing even the slightest bit of memory. ❞ She turned to glance over her shoulder briefly before returning to Gomez, attempting to lower her voice. ❝ Do you have any true doubts that somehow she’s forgotten how to love you? ❞ There had been those small moments, after all. How grandmama would even know about them was always so baffling and yet, that had been one of her greatest powers.  

“It’s not that I doubt that, but how do we begin to explain such a concept to her in this state?” As much as he could beg Morticia to trust him and this solution, he knew she’d still be terrified by the idea. It was like if they tried to explain their way of existing to those outside the family — nobody could quite understand what they meant by it or how such a curse came into effect. Morticia was still part of the family, of course, but Gomez knew he had to look at it from her perspective right now. Now, his question was a simple one but, unfortunately, without a simple answer: How could he go through with this in a way that wouldn’t damage this form of Morticia in a way that wouldn’t be enjoyable for any of them?

He looked back at her, fighting with this inner conflict he was now faced with. His mother-in-law knew about magic and the cures to such spells, so he had to trust her. However, he had to also ensure that Morticia’s trust in him didn’t wane as he followed through with it. The only thing he could do leading up to it was communicate with Morticia and show her that death wasn’t something to be feared within their family.

“Morticia, my love,” He had stepped away from Grandmama now and took his place beside his wife. Crouched beside her, his hands found hers. “I know it sounds awful and nonsensical, but she’s right. Death will be the only way.” Before she could speak, Gomez shook his head and continued, “Our family may seem odd to you, but we aren’t. We’re normal and this is how we do things.” Gomez had tried to match her way of thinking throughout this entire mess, but it was still a struggle.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

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;; IT'S MY BUBELA'S BIRTHDAY!!! Happy Birthday, my darling love xoxo so honored to have met you through all of this nonsense & i hope you have a wonderful day <3

THANK YOU!!! Yes, I am v grateful for that and I'm going to jump back on here soon and start more threads with you! <3 <3 <3!!!!

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matriiiarch​:

EYES GLANCED UP AT THE SUDDEN PRESENCE of the elder woman, surprised almost, forgetting she had even existed. Which remained ironic considering the outcome of her entire situation stemmed on the other’s misconception and faulty spells. In a way, she’s nervous, unsure if trust was necessary or warranted and yet, there was some relief to the thought that perhaps - just perhaps - a solution was indeed in sight. ❝ Have you, truly? ❞ She asked suddenly, after Gomez, eyes widening with the possibility that all of this torment might be over. That her mind could return to the way it was supposed to. To be in such a state a moment longer, the idea of it was torture. Grandmama nodded, setting the book down and opening the large confinements as dust wafted through the air. ❝ Yes, yes, yes! Well… I do believe so. ❞ The woman stated, flicking her wrist as if in dismissal of the other’s pleas. ❝ I don’t know how I missed it before, but it’s really quite simple. ❞ Long, lithe, wrinkled digits scrolled over the page in front of her as she read silently to herself. It made her nervous, uncertainty plaguing her, but she was left with no other choice but to trust the older woman to some degree. Wednesday and Pugsley seemed to have more faith however, though even that had been difficult to tell through stoic expressions. ❝ Right — so, Gomez… in order for her to regain her memories, you’re going to have to kill her. I say a few chants, yadda yadda, easy. ❞ Morticia’s eyes widened at the woman’s outcome, looking from her to Gomez in shock before exclaiming a heavy, ❝ what?! ❞

Ah.

A solution like that would make sense given that their family operated in a certain way, but it would obviously come as a shock to Morticia who currently knew nothing of their ways of being. Just hearing that statement from Grandmama must have frightened his wife to her core and Gomez knew he had to try and assuage those fears as best he could.

“My darling, I know it is startling, but death isn’t a permanent state within our family.” Although, there was a chilling thought that brought him pause. Looking to his mother-in-law, he calmly excused himself from the table and pulled her aside. With voice lowered, he fixed her with a serious gaze, his mouth set in a line.

“But the curse only works if there is a mutual love. How can we be sure that this will work if we aren’t sure if Morticia— if she...” To speak the words was too much for him to bear, but he imagined the elderly witch would understand what he was implying here. Since Morticia no longer had all of her memories, how could they know that she even felt that intense love that would cause the murder to work in the way they always intended? It could be too great of a risk for them to go into this without fully knowing that Morticia would wake up on the other side.

“I can’t do that unless we know, without a shadow of a doubt, that it’ll work.”

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do you think there’s something wrong with me ?

“Of course! It’s what makes you so endearing!”

Gomez beamed at the young girl, his words clearly meaning to be positive despite how they might seem. That was simply the Addams way, though. He placed a hand upon her shoulder, an act of affection despite him being uncertain as to why Dorothy would ask such a question.

“I truly believe that there’s something wrong with all the best types of people. Don’t be afraid of looking at the parts of yourself you see as flaws and embrace them. You might surprise yourself with how much better you’ll feel after some introspection.”