#matriiiarch

[matriiiarch]

Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc —— independent & selective MORTICIA & GOMEZ ADDAMS from the original Charles Addams cartoons ; & most adaptations.  Est. 2017.  written by rae & starry.   warning: blogs may contain triggering content.

[elvira-macabre]

Closed starter for @matriiiarch

Elvira couldn't remember the last time she went that particular driveway up to the Addams home. Nothing really changed, the trees were as dead and dreary as the last time she was here and the wind was still quietly whispering through their branches.

It was quite some time ago, when they had their regular get togethers but then Elvira's career took quite an upwards shift and she was away on countless shows with a lot less time to cultivate their friendship, which irked her more than she let on. Thunder was striking right behind her and she smiled, knowing that Morticia loves this kind of weather. Now Elvira was looking forward to catch up and have a nice chat about potions, performing, murder and mayhem.

She parked her Macabre Mobile and went straight to the door where the familiar sound of the doorbell rang through the Addams mansion halls.

[gormez]

“  CARA  MIA   --------  ”  the  words  are  whispered  sweet  hushes  as  he  approaches  her  ,  cloaked  &&  hooded  sitting  ‘pon  the  stone  chair  that  overlooked  their  future  crypt  .  not  often  did  they  leave  each  others  sight  ,  so  when  realizing  she  had  escaped  out  here  in  the  wonderful  midnight  gloom  ,  gomez  was  eager  to  follow  .  his  hand  lifted  hers  &&  a  GENTLE  KISS  was  placed  to  her  luminescent  white  skin  .  it  was  tender  to  the  touch  ,  cautiously  observing  her  eyes  ,  not  wishing  to  intrude  but  oh  the  thought  of  being  strayed  from  her  loving  aura  for  too  long  filled  him  with  wholesome  dread  that  usually  would  have  been  a  delight  .  not  in  this  case  .  he  waited  for  her  to  softly  signal  with  her  eyes  &&  moved  around  the  stone  seating  ,  perching  himself  on  the  edge  to  inspect  CAREFULLY  .   the  way  the  half-moon  light  glow  caught  her  eyes  .  another  kiss  to  her  hand  .  no  more  words  were  spoken  ,  a  means  of  pure  love  echoing  his  features  .

|| @matriiiarch || STARTER

[pathowingarchived]

@matriiiarch​

     this house was the most amazing thing she had ever seen , she didn’t get out much , so she was wondering if everyone else on the block was feeling that way. Maybe they weren’t out here looking at it because it was so dark and late outside. The architecture and decorations made her stick out , if it wasn’t for the feathered appendages on her back , it was because of the churchesque clothes she was wearing. Everything was white , making her stand out even if she wasn’t beating such inhuman features. It’s when she hears someone making their way up the walkway when she turns around , she comes face to face with someone who was very beautful, her little heart beating very hard in her chest. Why did she feel like she was going to get in trouble? 

    “   o-oh! Is this your house?  I-It’s wonderful !  “

[starrymused]

@matriiiarch​

"Lurch, Lurch! Don’t you remember me?” It was quite difficult to figure out what the big man was thinking when all he ever did was stare dead ahead without saying a word, but Nadja had always had a bit of a soft spot for the butler. A man who knew when to shut the fuck up was hard to come by these days.

“It’s me, Nadja. I have come to visit your family.” And the trip had been a long one, so — even if she kind of liked it when he manhandled her — she wasn’t going to be kept outside any longer. Ducking past him and stepping into the manor that hadn’t changed since her last visit over ten years ago, the vampire creeps forward, in search of her two favorite people in the world.

And she finds one of them!

“Morticia, darling! Hello, how are you? Please tell me you remember me because your hunk of a manservant seems to have a screw loose tonight!” Cold hands clasp the matriarch’s hands. She was overjoyed to see her! “You are as beautiful as ever, Morticia.”

[matriiiarch]

            TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU, ONLY THAT WOULD BE TORTURE.                      A DAY ALONE, ONLY THAT WOULD BE DEATH.

[ahuggera]

"Tell me, what will I find?" Enid asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at the box in front of her. Part of her was a little worried to see exactly was within the box but she did it well, behind a huge grin. Deep down at the heart of it, Enid loved gifts, this one would be no exception she was sure.

@matriiiarch liked!! shine - collective soul.

[woednesdayaddams]

@matriiiarch said : “if one of us is going to survive... i'd rather it be you!”

vertigo thumps her, ravaging the usually well-prepared addams. a weight on her chest as she carefully watches the imposter. she thought she had it all figured out, every move, like when she used to play tic tac toe with pugsley, all probabilities had been taken into account and wednesday always won – the prize consisting in torturing the loser for an indefinite amount of time. somewhere among the lines, wednesday’s probabilities became flawed and it all came up to this very moment.

there’s a lump in her throat which makes it hard to breathe. she’s used to torture and near death experiences are ordinary in the household. but not this time. this was real. and the knife twisting her insides was nothing but wednesday’s fault. she fancied it when debbie attempted to murder them all – it was an honorable death in mass, one which would’ve gone down in history. laurel gates was now threatening wednesday and with whom else but her mother. gates hit a nerve and it was displayed in her posture. fingers shaking, breathing accelerated, eyes watering.

the most detrimental situation a villain could find themselves into is to stand in front of a raging addams. unpredictableness is what defines wednesday, fueled with each passing moment with more wrath. she’s plagued but what is plague doing? it either kills or it’s killed. time stands still for a little while, wednesday throwing one more glance at her mother. regret glinting within those dark hues of hers. wednesday’s face twitches and twists to form a smile. genuine. the scene morbid as it is, albeit wednesday’s visage was the scariest scene of them all. she doesn’t smile often, if ever – fact is, she could count on her fingers the amount of times she smiled at anyone. but this was directed for morticia. despite petty differences and a need to be anything but her mother, wednesday would’ve died for her.

the grinning psychopath releases herself from the handcuffs earlier put on her, bolting in front of her mother, facing away from gates whose sword pierced wednesday. she hadn’t shed a tear since her beloved scorpion died. until now. one tear rolls down her cheek, grin still intact. “si l'un de nous doit survivre... je préfère que ce soit toi, mère.” trembling voice exclaims, if one of us is going to survive… it’d rather it be you, mother. she doesn’t know what’s going to happen next, but standing there, looking at her mother, admiring her, dying for her. it’s worth it. the weight on her chest has faded, she’s feeling liberated. no one died because of her yet another day. her fate wasn’t as terrible as she thought it was – she died protecting what she loved, who she loved the most.