˗ˏˋ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ´ˎ˗

ೃ⁀➷ 𝖎 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 mothers. and 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃 aren’t made to be ͟d͟a͟u͟g͟h͟t͟e͟r͟s

[˗ˏˋ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ´ˎ˗ @woefuldaughtcr]

⠀⠀࿐ I’M WHERE FUN GOES TO DIE .

[˗ˏˋ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ´ˎ˗ @woefuldaughtcr]

/ relevant here.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · . @alluredove]

/ i have a concussion and won’t be able to write until wednesday earliest, but most likely next weekend. will catch up on replies when i can !

[˗ˏˋ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ´ˎ˗ @woefuldaughtcr]

/ qrt as relevant here, too.

[‍ ‍✩‧₊˚ 𝓵a͟r͟i͟s͟s͟a͟ w͟e͟e͟m͟s͟ @statelygrandeur]

/ touched on this before, but i have a disability and my health is not always manageable. thank you to those who are patient waiting for longer replies. i am always open to banter in between and talking OOC. longer replies will be quickest on weeks where my health is better ♡︎

[˗ˏˋ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ´ˎ˗ @woefuldaughtcr]

⠀
It is in Grandmama's eyes, is it not?

Time will tell how long such pride can hold.
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[𝓜𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂. @MOTHERKNOW5BEST]

⠀
⠀Pride isn't fleeting in a mother's eyes.

⠀And how could she be anything but proud of her independent little raven?
⠀

[˗ˏˋ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ´ˎ˗ @woefuldaughtcr]

⠀
That nickname, she can just about tolerate.

Though pride is a fleeting emotion.
⠀

[𝓜𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂. @MOTHERKNOW5BEST]

⠀
⠀She's so proud of her poisonous little scorpion.
⠀

[˗ˏˋ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ´ˎ˗ @woefuldaughtcr]

ribs.

"You should sit, before you perform the melodrama of fainting in front of us." She dragged a stool across the floor, its shriek as loud as the ringing in her ears.

Plans could rot. Wheels could rust. She would not shift until the dove steadied her wings.

[˗ˏˋ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ´ˎ˗ @woefuldaughtcr]

The translucent sheets her parents had draped over the furniture gave the cottage a ghostly edge. The rooms were more bearable to set foot in now the crimson tones her mother preferred had been mercifully dulled.

Parting ways with her spirit guide had stirred something +

[꧁ 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑠 ꧂ @MacabreDove]

pain tolerance but something was wrong.

"Gomez," fingers curling around his jacket for support.

Her knees went weak, and she felt her vision blackening around the edges.
She may have not been killed when she had been knocked unconscious, but she had apparently been injured.

[˗ˏˋ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ´ˎ˗ @woefuldaughtcr]

though the floorboards might give way beneath her and swallow her whole.

Her fingers flexed in a repetitive motion, a raven restless in its cage. She had never seen her mother so stripped of her usual poise, and for a moment the memory of the explosion pressed hard against her +

[˗ˏˋ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ´ˎ˗ @woefuldaughtcr]

⠀
If her mother dares to call her ‘sweet’ again, she’ll consider emancipation… or matricide; she cannot rule the latter out.
⠀

[𝓜𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂. @MOTHERKNOW5BEST]

⠀
⠀She's such a sweet child amongst the scowls and cutting remarks—
⠀

[˗ˏˋ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ´ˎ˗ @woefuldaughtcr]

⠀
For her, too.

Though the days of sharing such burdens with her mother are long dead.
⠀

[𝓜𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂. @MOTHERKNOW5BEST]

⠀
⠀It had been a long and exhausting day. . .
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[˗ˏˋ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ´ˎ˗ @woefuldaughtcr]

⠀
That depends on how you're defining 'worse.'

I didn't steal your book, Mother. I liberated it.
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[꧁ 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑠 ꧂ @MacabreDove]

You've done something worse than stealing my Book of Shadows?

[꧁ 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑠 ꧂ @MacabreDove]

About the Character:
•Gomez's cara mia
•Matriarch of the Addams family
•Alumni of Nevermore - year 1991
•Psychic witch

About the Writer:
•I'm Kat
•18+
•AEST timezone
•New to twitter RP
•Not new to RP
•NSFW but highly selective
•Crossover, AU, OC friendly

[𝓜𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂. @MOTHERKNOW5BEST]

♱⋆⁺‧˚ @ her babies ˚‧⁺⋆♱

[˗ˏˋ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ´ˎ˗ @woefuldaughtcr]

⠀
Whatever you think I’ve done… it’s probably worse.
⠀

[꧁ 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑠 ꧂ @MacabreDove]

Wednesday Addams!

[˗ˏˋ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ´ˎ˗ @woefuldaughtcr]

gross underestimation of my capabilities, Mother." The rest of her stiffened form twisted so that she stood motionless before Morticia.

"If you refuse to support me, then it is you I need protecting from."

[˗ˏˋ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ´ˎ˗ @woefuldaughtcr]

It was almost intolerable: the overwhelming misery that shot from her mother's soul into her own. It died on impact. Her very blood was a poison to emotion, and there was no air for it to breathe. Her raven thrived only on the discomfort of her enemies.

"What I see is your +

[𝓜𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂. @MOTHERKNOW5BEST]

soft, tender; every bit the emotional dove that she was at heart.

⠀But her daughter was a raven. As alike as they were, their psychic differences had fractured their relationship.

⠀⠀❛ Don't you see that? ❜
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