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I wrote another funny fic and here's the poster Jaqie made for it.
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the clash | viii. love you to death
hobie brown x goth!reader
word count: 4.2k
genre: enemies to lovers
warnings: language, insults, venom hating hobie, anxious and sad hobie, panic attacks, fight scene, injuries, lots of injuries, angst with fluff and then some more angst and then fluff again, mentions of blood, broken bones
a/n: y’all.... this one was so fun HAHA i’ve been seeing scenes from this part play out in my head ever since i thought of the plot so it was so so SO fun putting it into actual words. we’re getting closer to the end now, and i am so grateful for everyone who decided they wanted to read this lil story i thought up 🖤 i hope you enjoy!
previous chapter: vii. i wanna be sedated
now reading: viii. love you to death
next chapter: ix. last caress
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“Uh, Hobie… the hell is happening right now,” Miles asks, but Hobie stays silent. He’s trying so hard not to freak out. It’s taking everything in him to not give in to his emotions. He clenches his fists. “Let ‘em go,” he demands, and Venom laughs. “I don’t think so. I like this body more than I expected to. Looks like we’re in the same boat there, aren’t we?”
“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, an all too familiar anger stirring in him. “Awww, are you going to kill me like you did yourself?” Venom giggles, and he glares at it. “Just fuckin’ might, mate,” he says through gritted teeth, and Gwen pipes up. “What? Hobie, what are they talking about?”
“Piss off, Gwen. That’s not them,” he snaps, and she frowns underneath her mask. “We’re here to help you Hobie,” she says, and he clenches his jaw. “I don’t need no help.”
“On the contrary, I think you need all the help you can get. You mess up everything when you don’t have it, no?” Venom says, amused. Hobie knows it’s just trying to antagonize him. He knows that. But he can’t help but get angry. It’s using your body.
But he also knows that he does need help. He just can’t say his plan in front of this freakshow. “Go back to Spider Society, Gwen,” he touches his guitar, “tell Miguel I got it under control. Just gonna amp up this space slime a bit.” He hopes that was a clear indication of what he needs Gwen to do.
“Are you sure?” she asks slowly, and he smirks. She got it. “Positive.” With that, Gwen, Miles, and Pav disappear. If Hobie gets as many amps as possible, he can repeat what he did with Osborn and save you. Of course, the act of destroying this Venom might require more than just noise and be a little harder, but he’s willing to do anything to save you.
Anything.
Venom laughs. “That was a dumb move, what you just did,” it says, and he shrugs. “Yeah well, I’m full of those lately,” he responds, trying to think of his next move. He doesn’t want to destroy your flat, but he doesn’t want to cause too much damage to the city as a whole. “Are you going to do something, or do you prefer I kill you just standing there?” Venom asks, and Hobie scoffs. “Kill me? You’re a cheeky alien, you are,” he says, and he leaps off of the balcony. Venom follows him. He begins webbing through the city, expertly. Honestly, it’s a good thing he’s been here to see you so many times. But Venom keeps up with him, occasionally shooting out some symbiote webs at him. Luckily, he’s able to see it and dodge them with no problem.
He sees a giant arena and decides that’s a good place to fight Venom. Especially as it was all dark and he saw a sign talking about a celebration there for tomorrow, which means everything was most likely set up already and he didn’t have to worry about anyone being there since the event wasn’t until tomorrow.
He webs into it, landing in the nose bleeds and disappearing into the shadows. He hears Venom land where he was with a chuckle. “You can’t outrun me, Spider-Punk,” it says, and Hobie quietly webs down a few levels and ducks into a closed clothing store in the arena. He calls Gwen, who picks up almost immediately. “Shh,” Hobie says before she can say anything. “Bring the amps to the Mortician Square Garden Arena, line ‘em across the top, I’ll keep Venom distracted til you finish,” he whispers, and Gwen nods. “And one more thing. Get as much as you can out of (Y/n)’s flat, okay? Get Shadow out, take him to Miguel, and all the vinyls, their aunt’s skull, as much as you can,” he whispers, and she gives him a confused look. “Why?” she asks, and he sighs. “Their world isn’t gonna make it,” he says, and Gwen’s eyes widen. She mumbles a quick ‘got it,’ before hanging up.
He sits in the silence, confused as to why he doesn’t feel any presence. Suddenly, an inky tendril shoots out at him, and grabs him, pinning his arms to his sides. He mutters expletives, trying to get out of Venom’s grasp, but to no avail. He comes face to face with the grinning monster. “Found you.”
“Fuck you, mate,” he grunts, and thrashes around. “I thought you would be more difficult to catch. Looks like I was wrong,” it says and Hobie rolls his eyes. “Woulda been harder, bu–”
“But your little sense trick doesn’t work on me. That’s how I caught (Y/n), too,” says Venom as they pull Hobie’s mask off. Hobie glares at them and tries to get out of its grip again. “They’re right… you are handsome,” Venom says, and he delivers a successful kick to the symbiote. “Get out of their head,” he growls, and it giggles. “That tickled.”
Venom throws him across the room with force. He flies through a wall and groans as he stands up. Venom shoots out a tendril to catch him again, but he successfully dodges it. “If only you could hear their pleas for me to leave you alone,” Venom says, and it makes Hobie angrier. “I said get out of their head!” He yells, throwing a giant chunk of concrete at Venom only to have it shatter when it comes into contact with it. It only slightly falters, but that enough time for Hobie to quickly web away. He just needs to keep Venom preoccupied while Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr set up the first part of the plan.
He hears Venom following him, taunting him, and consistently trying to grab at him. As long as he keeps Venom from seeing outside, everything should go off just fine. He just hopes Miles, Gwen, and Pav can let him know when to go outside with Venom close behind. Ah well. Improvising is what spiders do best, anyways. Hobie is swinging past a food booth when Venom hits him into it. He winces as he crashes through the wall separating the front from the kitchen and straight into the knobs on the giant grill. Of course, it turns the electric grill on, but that’s the least of Hobie’s worries as Venom then uses one of its “webs” to pin him down on the ground. He grabs the web and tries to get it off of him, but it doesn’t work. Venom sprouts tendrils that make it literally look like a spider, with “legs” coming out of its back.
Luckily, Venom places one of these legs on top of the already hot grill, causing it to scream out in pain and freak out just enough for Hobie to get out of the “web’s” grasp. He quickly runs off, shooting out a web to disappear out of Venom’s sight. He sneaks around to the outside and sees Pav pushing an amp in place. It looks like they’re about halfway done, and Hobie nods. He can keep that thing distracted for that much longer.
He sneaks back into the indoor part of the stadium. He thinks about it, but ultimately decides he’s had enough with the stealth method. It obviously isn’t helping him in this instance, like it ever helped him before. “HEY VENOM! COME GET ME YA FUCKIN’ TOSSER!” he yells, and to his expectation, Venom burst through a wall and screams at him. Hobie shoots a web upwards and leaps up to the next story. Venom bursts through the floor, and Hobie quickly fires a web at a pillar, wrapping around it a few times and then firing another one to another pillar and tying them together tightly before taking off and doing it again to the next set of pillars, and then repeating it again. He made sure the first trap would land in the middle of Venom’s body, the second more of a tripwire, and the third at clothesline level. And it worked.
Venom ran directly into the first trap, which slowed it down, and then the second made it stumble and the third snapped its head back at a gross angle. It groans, and Hobie waves at it. “You should really watch where ya goin’,” he says, and Venom growls. “They feel everything.”
“What?” Hobie falters. “Your little partner. They feel it all.” Hobie frowns. Is that true? Did he just hurt you? Venom senses his distraction, and grabs him, pushing him down through the floor. He grunts, and Venom laughs. “It’s too easy,” it says, and Hobie glares at it. He’s trying to pretend like he isn’t completely battered and bruised by Venom, but damn. This alien can fight. He grunts as Venom picks him up off the ground and pushes him forcefully against the wall. “Aww, did that hurt?” Venom giggles, and he spits on it. He ignores that there was blood mixed in with the spit. That’s… probably not good, though. Venom smiles at him. “I don’t think I am going to kill you,” it hisses, cocking its head to the side. “I think I’ll keep you in case this body breaks.”
“Piss off, I’d never let you do that to me.”
“Even if it meant I would let (Y/n) go?” it asks, and Hobie clenches his jaw. Venom giggles. “Say I let them go, they could run free without the influence of me. Would you do it then?” Hobie clenches his fists, staying quiet. “You’d just make me kill them.”
“Clever boy,” it says, and Hobie yelps as Venom tightens its grip on him. “But you’re right. This body will do just fine, and I can easily find a new host if I need to,” Venom says, smirking at Hobie, “I’ll be kind to you before I kill you,” Venom says, and suddenly Venom’s creepy and unsettling grin melts away, and Hobie sees your face. You’ve been crying, and that sight alone breaks his heart. And your heart breaks at the sight of his bloodied lip, black eye and cut forehead. “I’m sorry,” you whisper to each other at the same time, but before any more words can be said, Venom takes over again.
Hobie tries to get out of its grasp again, but it's not happening. “Interesting choice for your last words,” Venom forms a fist, ready to strike Hobie, but before it can, it’s arm gets pulled backward by another web. “Those will not be his last words,” he hears Pavitr say. “Yeah, his last words will probably be ‘I DON’T AGREE WITH PEACEFUL PROTESTS’ or some shit,” Miles chimes in, webbing the arm holding Hobie against the wall and yanking it away from him. “I was thinking more like ‘I won’t let you hurt them!’ because I mean wow look at how unhinged he is right now! Imagine when they’re actually together,” Pav says. “Not the time, Pav,” Miles shakes his head, yanking Venom’s arm, even more, to make it parallel to the arm Pavitr’s holding back.
Pavitr and Miles hold Venom’s arms back as it shrieks and Hobie leaps away from it. “Good timin’, lads,” he says, wiping some of the blood off his face. “Don’t mention it,” Miles grunts and Hobie dodges some attacks thrown by Venom’s tendrils. “Miles! It’s sensitive to heat!” Hobie yells, and Miles smirks. “Ahhhh, I gotcha,” he says and uses his venom electricity strike. Venom yelps and falls backward. Pav and Miles let go of its arms, and the three of them crouch down. “Where’s Gwen?”
“She’s outside getting all the chords connected so all the amps play at once,” Miles says after electrocuting Venom again, meaning it didn’t hear what Miles just said. “Amazin’,” Hobie mumbles, dodging some more of Venom’s attacks. “I’m gonna get up there, stall it woulda?” Hobie says, webbing away.
He knows Venom is going to try and follow him, so he heads out to the open field. When he gets out there, he sees rows and rows of fireworks. What the hell were they celebrating that they needed this much fire power? He hears Venom’s yell and decides it’s not important, but it’s good that all of it is there. They can use that. He climbs and webs his way up to the top of the stadium, running over to Gwen who hands him the chord. “Thank you,” he says, plugging his guitar in, and she nods. “Don’t mention it.”
“Did you get everything out of their flat?”
“As much as we could. How do you know it’s the end?” she asks, and he frowns. “Cause I caused it.” He looks down, clenching his jaw and clearing his throat.
“It’s bout to get real loud. Tell Miles and Pav to lure it out,” Hobie says, and Gwen nods, about to web off. “Wait! Gwen, throw all the fireworks in a big pile,” he says, pointing to all of the fireworks. “What? Why?”
“Venom is sensitive to heat. Let’s blow it up.”
“But (Y/n) is–”
“They won’t be bonded when it happens, go!” Hobie says, and Gwen hurries to help the boys lure Venom out into the open. Hobie watches and waits, when he hears police sirens going off. Oh great. Piggies are coming to play. Maybe Venom will eat some of them. That would be the only time he ever supported Venom doing something. His attention gets pulled back to the field when he hears Venom’s shrieks. He sees Pav and Gwen web out, starting to throw the fireworks into a pile, and then Venom stumbles out, screaming from Miles electrocuting it once again. Hobie pulls out his pick, placing his fingers to form the beginning chord to one of his favorite songs. He hesitates and places his fingers to form a different chord. This time, it’s one of your favorite songs. He knows all of them by heart, anyways.
“When did you learn this song?” you ask him, as he lazily strums along to one of the songs playing on your vinyl player. He shrugs. “I hear it so much when I come over here, the real question would be when didn’t I learn this song,” he says, and you roll your eyes. He smiles slightly when he sees you swaying back and forth and humming along to the music.
The song ends, and without a beat, Hobie starts strumming along to the next one. “I must listen to this vinyl way too much,” you comment, and he shrugs. “At least it isn’t a shit album.”
Watching you vibe with his playing made him make a promise to himself, he would always learn your favorite songs just so he could see your reaction to him playing them.
How didn’t he realize his feelings before?
Venom spots him, and screams up at him, ready to rush up the seats of the stadium and take him down. He takes a deep breath.
“Come back to me, love.”
He strums, and the sound causes Venom to stumble, holding its ears while it screams. He can see Gwen, Pav, and Miles wince slightly from the noise as they finish bringing all the fireworks into a pile in the middle of the stadium. They web up to where Hobie is and turn to see what happens. Hobie doesn’t acknowledge them, his main focus is on you. Venom’s skin starts bubbling around you, and it seems to literally be melting. He sees flashes of you, the pain affecting you in the same way as Venom. It nearly makes him stop playing seeing the distress on your face. But he remembers it’s the symbiote causing you the pain, and he needs to get it off of you as soon as possible. The position Venom is in, trying desperately to cover its ears suddenly breaks as you finally regain control of your own body. You rip some of the symbiote off, your face breaking through. Hobie keeps playing, fixated on you as you crawl away from the inky black alien. It looks straight out of a horror movie, and he can’t wait to tell you about it. You’re gonna think you looked so cool. He’ll still give you some playful shit about how you looked though. It wouldn’t be the same if he didn’t.
He nearly tears up when he sees you completely separate from Venom. You look up, seeing him and the others, and immediately web up to him. You’re in your suit, but your mask isn’t on, and Hobie stops playing seeing that you’re next to him. You immediately wrap your arms around him, hugging him like your life depended on it. He hugs back, somehow tighter than you are. “I’m so sorry,” you whisper, and he shakes his head. “No, love, you’re okay. You don’t have to apologize for nothin’,” he says, rubbing his hand up and down your back. If the two of you could choose, you would stay like this forever. But the two of you are spiders. And it never works out like that for spiders.
“HOBIE LOOK OUT!”
Hobie hears Gwen shout just a second too late, and one of Venom’s “webs” attaches itself to his back, pulling him off the edge of the stadium. You reach your hand out to prevent it, and Hobie reaches out his, but you just weren’t fast enough. Your fingertips brush each other, but before you can grab his hand, he’s out of reach. You watch as he gets pulled down to the bottom of the stadium.
For the second time, you weren’t fast enough.
You get flashbacks to your second canon event, and a single tear escapes your eye.
Hobie, on the other hand, can feel Venom overtake him, no matter how hard he tries to fight it off. He starts to panic, hearing Miguel’s voice in his mind.
“Hobart Brown was meant to kill (Y/n) (L/n).”
Now the tears are falling freely down his face. This can’t be happening. He can’t let this happen. Why is this happening?
Once the shock of what happened passes, you find yourself pissed off. You just got back to Hobie, and now this alien thinks it can take him away? Fuck that. You scream out of frustration, webbing down and punching Venom’s newly formed face, full force. Well, as full force as your exhausted body will let you. You feel your hand break from your own strength coming into contact with something equally as strong, but Venom falls backward, so you don’t really care. You ignore the pain, noticing the pile of fireworks. You understand the assignment immediately. Unfortunately for you, Venom bounces back faster than you thought and punches you in the stomach. You grunt, coughing up blood, as you fly backward and hit the side of the stadium wall, hard. You glare at Venom, who laughs. “So weak,” you hear it say, and you glare at it. “Maybe if I should have drained more of your life force. Then you wouldn’t have even been able to punch me like that. Though, I know it took up more energy than you would have liked to do so,” Venom roars at you, beginning to charge at you.
You web to the other side of the stadium as Miles jumps down. “I got it,” he says, electrocuting Venom once more to slow it down. It screams and swats him out of the way. He hits the wall, and shakes his head, webbing up to Gwen and Pav, who immediately assesses the damage he got from Venom’s hit. They notice you’re up here, too now. “You are just so fast,” Pav says, impressed. “Oh my god, (Y/n), your hand,” she says, seeing it already turning black and blue, and blood pouring from it. “Not important right now,” you growl, picking up Hobie’s guitar. Luckily, your strumming hand is the hand that broke, so you form your fingers to a specific chord and strum. You play Hobie’s favorite song, the one he taught you to try and show you ‘real music’ so long ago.
“Ugh, can’t we listen to something other than your moody goth music?” Hobie asks, lazily turning his head towards you as he laid on his couch. Gwen, Pav, and Miles left like 30 minutes ago, but Shadow was too comfortable on Hobie’s chest for him to leave. “No, actually, we can’t. And don’t act like this song isn’t the best thing you’ve ever heard.”
“Listen just cause it’s your favorite doesn’t mean it has to be mine, love,” he says, causing you to roll your eyes. “You’re such an asshole, Hobart.”
“It’s part of my charm,” he says and you fake gag. At the sound, Shadow hops off Hobie and makes his way to you, making sure you’re okay. “Alright, you can leave now. Yayy, Shadow! Wooo!” you say, petting your cat and pretending like you want Hobie to leave. He clicks his tongue. “Nah, I’m not goin’ nowhere. Come here,” he says pulling his guitar from behind the couch and into his arms. “What are you doing?”
“I’m showing you real music. So, sit down, shut up, and soak up the jams.”
You play through the pain, doing the exact thing he did when he first showed you. Albeit not as good as him. But it works, he breaks away from Venom, running, climbing, and webbing as fast as he can to get to you. And seeing the sight of you playing the guitar like that? Especially his favorite song? He could have fainted if he wasn’t worried you’d die immediately after he did. He sees your hand and frowns. “Give me the guitar, love,” he says, taking it out of your hands gently, and picking up where you left off. Except he quickly fades into one of your songs. You smile slightly and look at him. He gives you a small smile back. “Hobie, you have your lighter?” you ask, and he nods. “I’m gonna go down there and convince it to come to the fireworks pile. When I say, throw me your lighter,” you say. “Kick its fuckin’ ass, (Y/n),” he says, as you leap off the top of the stadium.
The four spiders up top suddenly hear a police bullhorn. “We have you surrounded. Hands up or we will resort to using force!”
Hobie turns his guitar up louder.
You web down, purposely aiming to kick Venom closer to the fireworks pile. You hit the ground and roll, landing in a crouch before standing and sprinting to the pile. You scream Hobie’s name, and he throws you his lighter. He stops playing, seeing that it needs to be able to actually move to get to the pile. You web up a story, catching it before rolling back down on the ground. Venom shrieks in its symbiote form, and comes rushing toward you, but you quickly ignite the lighter, throwing it on the pile of fireworks. You leap on top of it, ensuring that Venom will be in the line of fire, and when the first one begins going off as Venom tries desperately to climb it and get to you, you web off it as fast as you can. Hobie watches as you get halfway up before all of the fireworks go off at once.
He hears Venom’s screams, but all he can focus on is watching you as the explosion breaks your web and propels you way higher than you should have gone. He quickly uses his left hand to web a building close by and his right hand to another one and slingshots himself up to you. He catches you in midair, cradling you to his body and webbing to another building. Luckily, Mortician Square Garden was close to the Ember Stake Building, your favorite spot in all of the city. He lands, crouching down and holding you in his arms in a way that your legs are resting on the building. You lean your head against his chest, and he gently places a hand on the side of your face. “Alright, love?” he mumbles, and you give him a small, weak smile. “’m tired, Hobie.”
“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he says, running his thumb back and forth across your cheek. “Bet I looked cool just then, though,” you say, and Hobie chuckles. “Dunno. Think you need to work on your form,” he says, and you laugh softly. “You played my favorite,” you mumble, and he nods. “You played mine.”
“Not very well.”
“I would listen to that every day of my life, love.” You turn your head slightly to see the amount of fireworks lighting up the night sky. Hobie stays looking at you. “Looks pretty,” you mutter, and he grins. “Yeah. Sure does,” he says, ignoring the fireworks completely. “Reckon I get you somewhere safe to rest?” he says, and you nod softly. “I’d like that,” you mumble, turning your head back to him. The two of you stare at each other for a moment, not saying anything. He looks up, standing and helping you stand as well. He gently turns you to see your city, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I gotta admit. I do like it here,” he whispers in your ear. You smile softly, looking out at the city from your favorite spot. After getting a good look, you feel your legs about to give out as your eyes flutter closed. He catches you before you fall and is grateful you stopped looking when you did because he starts to see the nothingness begin to claim your world. You hear Hobie very quietly say, “I’ve got you, my love.”
Then everything fades to black.
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shoutout to me and @morticious-delicious who watched half of the live action together and then just wound up playing pirate 101 instead proud of us
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Why Gomez and Morticia’s Marriage Is So Successful (1960s)
First off, they’re rich. Often, the main source of friction in a marriage is money. Arguing about it, trying to ration it, etc. The Addams’s are filthy rich and Morticia and Gomez seem to spend it equally.
The housework is delegated to Lurch. Imagine not having to worry about grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, dishes, yard work, driving, or even answering the door!!!! The Addams don’t have to squabble over dirty dishes or skip sleep to their kids to school on time and risk being cranky to their partner later. In this day and age, our attention is split among too many things that need tending to. But in the 60s, with no social media and a slower pace of living, you have time to dig your toes into the sand. Gomez and Morticia have 24 hours a day and 365 days a year to nurture their relationship. Their minds are free to be full of nothing but each other.
In the same vein, neither of them have jobs. Gomez lives off the family fortune and just plays the stock market while Tish is a housewife. There’s no exhausting 9 to 5 or annoying coworkers to put them on edge, incite jealousy, or take them away from each other for an extended period of time. What bliss!
Which leads me to my next point, they’re always together! Since they don’t have jobs and they don’t really have any social obligations other than their kids, they get to spend moon up to moon down getting into shenanigans, lounging about, and canoodling<3.
They have shared interests. Pretty much everything Gomez and Morticia do on a daily basis is something they both enjoy doing. Smoking hookah, fencing, dancing the tango, shooting, reading the paper, moonbathing, entertaining guests. Even when they’re not doing the same thing (Tish with her knitting, Gomez with his zen-yogi) they’re doing it side-by-side! Gomez is always over Morticia’s shoulder, hand on her hip while she’s feeding the plants. Can you say quality time as a love language? 🥹
They have a village helping them raise their children. Childcare can be stressful; the cost of daycare and the desire to split the work evenly can weigh on a relationship. But Gomez and Morticia have Uncle Fester, Mama, Lurch, Thing, Itt, and a bevy of Addams and Frump cousins to help. It also helps that Wednesday and Pugsley are so independent already (it’s alluded to in the first episode that Pugsley can drive).
They integrated their family. There’s no ill-will toward in-laws on either side. The Addams are so welcoming that you can’t tell who is a relative of Morticia’s and who is a relative of Gomez’s. “Our mama.” “Our uncle Fester.” Plus, Tish basically has the whole catalogue of Addams ancestors memorized! You’d think she grew up with them. They did exactly what you’re supposed to do when you get married: become a family.
They’re oh so complimentary. Gomez and Morticia Addams are two of the most complimentary fictional characters I have ever seen. Gomez NEVER let’s Morticia forget that he considers her the most enchanting, alluring, brilliant, worldly, compassionate woman who ever walked this Earth. Same goes for Tish. She’s always praising Gomez for his solutions to problems, zen-yogi poses, and just generally being himself. I also want to point out that when these two dole out compliments, they’re almost always complimenting each other’s intelligence. It usually comes when they’re brainstorming ideas of how to solve The Situation™️ in that particular episode. It can be easy to take your partner for granted, especially when you’ve been together as long as Morticia and Gomez, but they never do. With that much reassurance, there’s very little room for uncertainty (which breeds insecurity, which can then lead to conflict).
They respect each other. Gomez, unlike most sitcom patriarchs, never belittles Morticia. He’s always praising her mind (“Capital idea, querida!”). He never tries to make her feel lesser for her interests, demeanor, femininity, or anxieties. He tags Morticia in when he can’t accomplish something. He doesn’t automatically delegate it to Fester or Thing; he thinks of his wife first and foremost. Also, whenever Morticia does something better than Gomez (basketball, croquet, etc), it might irk him, but he doesn’t thrown a fit. He cheers her on! Same with Tish. 60s Gomez is a himbo through and through but Morticia never mocks him for misunderstanding things. Tish stands by her man! (“I wish you wouldn’t interrupt my husband!” - the episode where Gomez argues Mama’s case before a judge). She only ever very politely corrects him, if necessary. And whenever she does, Gomez doesn’t stomp his feet and insist he’s correct. He accepts her word as gospel because he values her intellect. The episode where Fester tries to instigate a fight between them because he thinks it’ll help their marriage, when Gomez thinks Morticia has cancelled his Zen-Yogi membership, he simply says “Hmm. Morticia said that? Well, she’s a very intelligent woman. If she says you’re a fraud, you’re a fraud.” Morticia respects Gomez so much that she even honors his wishes that she change her wardrobe and call him “doll boy” in the episode where he gets amnesia. It’s very common to find unbalanced relationships in sitcoms, especially from the 60s where wives are treated as second to their husbands but Morticia and Gomez are perfectly balanced.
They’re soulmates. Even if the Addams’ were a broke, overworked couple with 6 kids living in a rat-infested studio apartment, they’d still be just as obsessed and in love with each other. Gomez and Morticia love like no other. They love life, they love death, they love the macabre, they love their family, and they love each other. That kind of passion can cut through anything.
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may ai request namezz and // or titlezz relating to sanctuariezz, deathzz && bloodzz ?
[ may I request names and / or titles relating to sanctuaries, deaths and blood? ]
hi! i have a blood theme here, i do have a gore theme i plan on posting but for now its been sitting at the bottom of my drafts
names and titles based on death and sanctuaries below the cut!
death: list
blood: list
names:
morgan/morigan/morrigan/morrighan, morg/morge, moragana/morgona/morigana/morganna, mort/morte, morty, mortem, mortemer/mortimer, mabuz, morana, mane, manes, moricia, mortician, morticai/mortici, mors, mara, macaria, mania
dea, dae, death, daeth, deathe, deathel/deathell/deathelle, deathella, deathet/deathett/deathette, deathetta, deathi/deathie/deathy, deathin/deathine, deathina, deathello, deathetto, deathino, dead, deadly, deathly, deadin/deadine, deadet/deadett/deadette, deadetta, deadina, deadel/deadell/deadelle, deadella, daed, die, dy, dyin/dyine, dying, daeril, dainn, donn, di
claeg, clay
erysichthon, ernaline, erio
anubis, angerona, aaron/aeron, achlys, adalia/adaliah, agrona, ahimoth, admatha, ankou, arawn
than, thana, thanatos, thanata, tuoni, tacita, temple, templa, templeton
hel, hela, hecate/hekate, hades, haven, harbor, hide, hiden, hideaway
freyja
valdis, veles, viduus, vegard
kere, keres, kalma
sephtis, styx, sanc, sanctu, sanctuary, shelter, safety, shrine, sanctum
louhi, loviatar, libitina, letum, lemures
naenia, nenia
persephone/persefoni, pluto, peckols, peklenc, proserpina
raven, ravena, refuge, retreat
banshee, berodach
giltine
infiri, immunity
oasis
titles:
the sancurary, the death, the dying, the sancum for the dead, the sanctuary of the dead, the dying sanctuary, the passing of life, the one who delivers souls, the one who reaps souls, the safe haven for lost souls, the hideaway for the dead
death's avatar, death's sanctum, death's sanctuary, death's retreat, deaths safe haven, death's hideaway, death's temple, death's safety
(prn) who seeks sanctuary, (prn) who sees dead, (prn) who communes with the dead, (prn) who is a sanctum, (prn) who privides santcuary, (prn) who guides the dead, (prn) who watches over the passing
god/goddess/godex of (peaceful) death/the dead, god/goddess/godex of safety and sanctuary
avatar of the dead, avatar of death, avatar of sanctuary
ruler of the sanctum, ruler of the afterlife
#request#list of names#request answered#anon answered#title list#names#name list#name searching#name blog#ask answered#death names#death titles#death theme#sanctuary#death#sanctuary theme#sanctuary names#sanctuary titles#title ideas#title help#titles#baby names#first names#names list#names suggestions#name inspiration#name suggestions#name ideas#name help#requested list
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Pimon colored. (Note:this is only my second time digital coloring so it’s not perfect. It was easier and quicker than when I colored mortici from lacadazy with Jacks color scheme though thanks to finding Adobe Fresco. It only took me 2 hours instead of 5 this time. I was using the pages app on my iPad for Mortici Jack coloring and man it was a pain in the ass. For this I think I spent the first hour trying to figure out how to work everything in the app.)
For @brokensenseofhumor
This is with the eye and lip color. I went with violet/purple since in anime violet/purple eyes signify someone other worldly like a shinigami or yugi from Yu-Gi-Oh! Who has ties to the soul of a pharaoh. I left his hair uncolored since I think it would be white not gray. Also either this guys eyebrow is thinner than Jacks or it’s non existent. I say eyebrow cuz it looks like he only would have one if any. I was going for a paler peach skin tone but it kinda looks yellow. His left ear looks like it got mostly bitten off. While I was coloring I thought it was cuz of a speech bubble but nope! That’s actually what it looks like!
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I finally finished this drawing I made of my friend Morty's Octoling! I started this a month ago but now I've finally completed it! I hope you like it Morticious and it was so much working on this piece!
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"...incase ya don't remember, you are a grim reaper. As in, ushering souls to the afterlife."
"PFFFT! HAHAHA! A grim reaper?! Yeah, sure! I didn't just go through 4 years of medical school to become some outwardly mortici-"
"Wait, why aren't you laughing?"
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every time I see @morticious-delicious I have to sing it like precious Paula Nicole's verse in Pop Off Ate
my, Precious, Morticious, Delicious!!
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Lurch teaches Enid how to use a record player, and she introduces him to spooky K-Pop songs. Wednesday is not amused. Thing thinks it's hilarious.
#my art#my comics#wenclair#enid sinclair fanart#enid sinclair#wednesday fanart#the addams family#lurch addams#morticial addams#gomez addams
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@morticious-delicious that's insane, you should sue them
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Okay this is gonna sound completely insane, but I kinda get 'Marge Simpson with a little Morticis Addams sprinkled in' vibes 🌹
WAIT i love this so much. thank you sweet julie!!
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(I don't know why tumblr automatically loads stuff onto whatever the last page I posted stuff, sorry. if you wanna see my art its on Morticious delicious ^_^')
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Y'know, I ALWAYS make characters look nothing like they did in canon, and I always ADD mental headcanons, but I never change their personality much.
I literally made Morticial dusty dark and round-faced, have vitiligo, have an ocean of black 4c hair, slightly chubby[?], AND she's a trans werewolf, but she's the exact same nonetheless.
I HAVE SO MANY OF THESE. EVERY BLORBO [and lover{s}] GETS DIPPED IN THE VISUAL HEADCANON SAUCE.
but the point is, you can make your blorbo look nothing like the original, just try not to get rid of their flair.
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My first storyn
Yayyyyy
I'm new to tumblr so if you have advice or recommendations pls let me know<3
Anywho
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Mayhem manor
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It started a day like any other for the village down in Mellian Valley. Tourists were walking around making a ruckus for the home folk taking pictures everywhere a camera is available as the portable cameras were far too expensive even for a family who somehow manages to take a vacation once every other month.
As you walk through town square shopkeepers and merchants are talking up a storm convincing those naive enough to approach their shop to buy whatever it is they are selling that day. Light keepers had just finished turning out the candle lights, black market merchants were leaving their shadows in the alleys to lead a seemingly normal life, farmers had most likely finished feeding their animals and were now moving on to the crops for the day.
But that's not where our story takes place today, but instead the mountain just to the east of the village, a tall mountain with a flat top to it steep with grass and jagged edges. If it weren't for what lies at the top the sight would be quite beautiful and calming, but sadly that wasn't the case. Standing at the top of the mountain was a tall dark manor casting a large shadow on , pointed roofs as sharp as knives, twisted trees like ancient columns, towers that reached the sky. Everything about the house screamed haunted but it was the people who lived up there.
No one really knew who they were. The theories traveled through the village and stories were told around campfires and in bars over large mugs of mead by drunken men. Theories of powerful witches who would steal your soul, stories of brave adventurers who dared climb the mountain never to return. None of these stories were quite right. The people who lived in the manor weren’t witches, far from it.
The man who owned the house was a man named Eliote Mortar, a wealthy man who used to be a weaponsmith for the Alyein empire, making bombs, cannons, swords, sheilds, and the like. And the caretaker of the house, supposedly Elliotes niece, a younger girl named Alester, some theorists in town thought her to be some kind of ancient witch or evil goddess because of her name, from this people have started to call her Astheseus. However as far as everyone had ever seen she was simply an ex maid now full caretaker of the house after all the servants moved away. At least that's what Eliote would say.
If you were paying attention the night before you would have noticed a cloaked figure with a red ring adorning their finger running through the streets past houses placing envelopes on their door steps stealing their newspaper in the process. Inside the envelope was an invitation to the manor atop the hill.
Though the townspeople thought them to be witches, they never attempted to get rid of them, all too scared to even approach the mountain. But what the townsfolk were unaware of was the odd group at the bottom of the mountain preparing for ascension.
Dr.Lilior an ex medical professional in the army, Roman Bashton a young poet whom has been traveling to different towns and readings his poems to those willing to listen since he was 18, Lily-Rose a younger girl who worked in the library teaching the less fortunate children simple reading, Ms.Alestra a nanny who had been struggling to claim any new jobs due to a recent incident, Mathew, Lily-Rose’s older brother who works on the farm with their step father, Mortici a merchant from town square, his twin brother matteo, a light keeper, Prof.Meshain a well known history professor in the towns main collage, Aeverie the daughter of the mayor, and Veda an orphan girl who mans the bell tower on the edge of town.
All of these people were currently standing at the bottom of the mountain staring up at the manor. Lily-rose and Mathew were the first to arrive and were simply waiting to see if anyone else would show up clearly they did, the twins were bickering about something in the back being the last to show up, Mr.Bashton was writing a short poem about the mountain and the manor ironically named ‘the mountain and the manor’ Dr.Lilior and Ms.Alestra were talking about their experiences with children having made themselves quick friends as they rode in the same carriage to get here, Prof.Meshain was attempting to get the twins to quite bickering, and veda was standing next to a tree staring at the group, already partially regretting her decision.
“Are we heading up this mountain or not because i'm bored here,” Mortici stated after finishing his argument with his brother which was supposedly about what goes best with steak,cooked potatoes or cooked carrots.
“The boy is right. It's going to get dark soon. If we want to get up to that mansion it is best we leave now.” Ms.Alestra agreed in a posh British accent.
Lily-Rose picked up her bag,”Alright then. If anyone wants to leave you, best go now. Once we start heading up you are not coming back down till morning so you'll have to wait.” she shouted so everyone could hear her and she started ascending the hill Matthew following behind.
After a short few seconds of murmuring and checking bags for all of their supplies and such, the rest of the group followed the two up the hill.
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The hike was long and difficult. Edges were steep and the path had roots growing into it making climbing much more difficult. Especially for Ms.Alestra who made the not so intelligent decision to wear heels. She had taken them off at a point whilst climbing the hill. Now walking barefoot, aside from her silk socks, to everyone's dismay.
“Dear god why must this mountain be so,” Ms.Alestra pauses thinking of a word, “rocky,” she finishes with great distaste.
“I don't know, maybe it's because it's a mountain,” Veda snaps before continuing, “and maybe, oh I don't know, you shouldn't have worn heels!” She exclaimed tired of this woman's constant complaining.
Ms.Alestra stood in silent shock, “how dare you speak to me that way you insolent brat, have your parents taught you no manners!?” She shouted angrily. The others rolled their eyes and continued walking.
Veda had gone silent.
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They had reached the top of the hills and were now standing in front of the manor. The sun was long to rest and they were now standing in the dark, the only illumination coming from the lanterns sitting atop the two snake curled fountains beside them and the light shining through the cracks in the doors.
The house was much more magnificent up close. The windows looked as if they would be shining if the sun were out. There was a lovely patio before the entrance railings surrounding it with beautiful metal roses and expensive furniture on the outside. The door was tall and wide, made of dark oak planks held together by thin metal sheets and two door handles next to each other on the inside decorated to look like roses on vines.
Roman was writing a poem about the home, murmuring to himself for good rhymes and idioms for the poem.
“What are you doing?”Mathew asked, being the one who was walking next to him all the way up the mountain.
“Ah well you see farmer, this house is far too magnificent to not be put into a poem,” He said almost floatingly, staring in awe at the mansion before quickly jotting down more ideas for his poems.
“Okay,” Mathew responded slowly feigning understanding, nodding his head, side eyeing the man as he looked among the group for his sister, deeply creeped out.
Before he could walk off spotting his sister speaking to the twins, Roman spoke up, “have you ever written any kind of stories before Mathew?” He inquired looking up from his notepad and down at the boy.
Mathew shot his head back the moment he started speaking,”No I don’t believe I have,” He responded still confused.
“Really? Oh I bet you my dear friend would be magnificent writer,” he said giddily,”you know when I started doing poetry I had no one to teach me the rules and ways of writing. Gosh, those first few awful ones.”
“So what, Let me guess you continued on with your dreams and pushed forward?” He said now intrigued by this man.
“Oh goodness no. I gave up immediately, But after my mother enrolled me into a school, for something I never wanted to study, I finally could understand what I was doing,” he paused looking back at the mansion,”and now goodness me, if only my momma knew where I was today,” he chuckled looking back at Mathew, “she would be thoroughly disappointed,” he finished a gleam in his eye.
“Okay so why exactly are you telling me this? I think Lily-Rose would be a far better candidate for your sob story.” He pointed out.
“Oh dear god no, I am no sob story I am merely sharing the start to my own greatness. As for why I am telling you this,” he paused looking back behind Matthew to Lily-Rose who was trying to talk to Veda who had stopped talking after Ms.Alestra’s outburst. One she has yet to apologize for, “your sister and you are an interesting duo to say the least, however what I find interesting is how you are the constant grounding figure. See your sister is ever the optimist hoping to help everyone and comfort anyone she can, you on the other hand, your kind yes, but you understand that some people don't want nor deserve that kind help and attention,” he says looking at the man with the intrigue of a child, Matthew simply stared at the other man, no one had ever said things like that to him, his sister was so kind to those around her that he was often expected to be the same but he couldn't. He saw through so many people, their lies, their truths, what they do and don’t want, everything. And because of that he knew he could say no but because his sister was so kind and forgiving, people thought him to be cold and heartless simply for saying no. But before he could respond and thank Roman for the compliment the doors opened.
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