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MORTECARLATE —— independent & selective MORTICIA ADDAMS from the original Charles Addams cartoons ; & most adaptations. established Sept. 2017 - originally under @matriiiarch. MDNI. possessed by RAE ( 30+, she/her ). Warning: blog may contain triggering content.

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getting my supervisor addicted to yellow.jackets is the highlight of my day right now. literally started our morning meeting saying, "i'm really upset with you." and then proceeded to let me know her and her husband were up until 3am watching the show. oh, she's in it now. bwahahaha! i miss this bitch like something fierce.

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nothing some ibuprofen and a blunt and five beers and a head injury and jerking off and killing myself can't fix

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TECHNOLOGY WASN'T NECESSARILY HER STRONG SUIT, but from previous jobs she's gained some knowledge throughout the years. Decently enough, at the very least. Enough to help out a friend every so often and in Eve's benefit, she didn't much care about the reasoning behind all the "pesky pop ups" the woman claims to be the overall problem. ❝ Pop-ups, huh? ❞

She does almost snicker while shaking her head, knowing all too well what that meant. Her fingers tapping away at the keyboard, attention fully focused. ❝ I can fix it. Do a hard re-set, bring the memory back a bit but you might lose some saved passwords. Basically, I just re-do the settings before all of your, uh… pop-ups occurred and erase most of your history which… ❞ clearing her throat, ❝ you should probably remove those anyway if you're embarrassed by whatever sites you're visiting. ❞

She almost does chuckle at what she's already seen and found on the hard drive. But doesn't mention them to save Eve that prominent embarrassment.

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     Usually, she would ask Brendan for help whenever she had troubles with her laptop. He would roll his eyes at her, as though she hadn't been the one to teach him how to use a spoon. Scold her for how many tabs she had open. This time, however, she didn't ask him for help, for two simple reasons. First of all, he was off at college, and she wasn't going to bother him for such a trivial reason. The other reason was that, well... the nature of her troubles was a little embarrassing, and certainly nothing she should bring up in front of her son.

     "So, uhm..." Eve pressed her lips together, ears red. She cleared her throat. "I think I might have caught... one or... several... viruses? Probably must've been those pesky pop ups everywhere," she said dismissively, although the tension in her shoulders spoke a different language. Pop ups from adult-only websites, yeah.

     "Point is, can you fix it or do I have to get a new laptop?"

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❝ NAH, 'COURSE NOT, TAI. IT'S NEVER ABOUT YOU, RIGHT? Not until ya want it to be. Jesus, fuck… ❞ hands fold into the creases of her hair, fingers scrunching with a tight grip while exhaling out a heavy sigh of frustration. This really wasn't about Taissa, not entirely. But it still warrants irritation as she stands her ground, enough to stand a few inches away from the other with a direct finger pointed at her.

❝ Don't you see what you're doing? You're helping to victimize her when she's the one in the wrong. Shauna. You're letting her get away in thinking she's in the right and in control when it doesn't have to fucking be that way. At least I own up to my shit. I'm not helping her to help her; I want answers. She just wants to save her own ass and she's dragging you down with her. Open your fucking eyes, Tai! She's not your fucking friend. She's no one's friend. Let's not forget what she did to her own ride or die. You're nothing. We're nothing, to her and I don't want to see you or anyone else fall because of her. ❞

"i think you're forgetting the fact that none of this is my fault. shauna needed our help and last time i checked - you didn't have to be here if you didn't want to be." does she still even completely believe that it was self defense? debatable. but they were both apart of it now, whether they liked it or not. "i shared a concern, that maybe misty could still miss something and they'd find the body. you know who that would be bad for? the person running for office. i want this to be over as much as you do, trust me. i just don't think that now is the time to turn to ideas without thinking - that's why we're in this mess."

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WITH WHAT MONEY—? GOOD FUCKING QUESTION. One even Natalie couldn't quite answer. Her bank account was in the negative at this point or at least, it might as well should have been and she resents that without needing to say. But she's also held some integrity throughout the years and making due with what she could. Never taking more than she could afford, when available.

Tai had a lot to do with that, as did Elle, in all honesty and her guilt in leaning on others never falters. She's not proud of herself, doesn't even see the purpose of what her life has become as of late and it weighs on her heavily. ❝ Touché. ❞ She states simply, because that's all she can really say. The latter question however, does cause her spine to straighten somewhat with a deep inhalation of breath. Nervously with a shrug of a single shoulder.

❝ Not really. Little things, here and there. Mostly a stream of texts from Misty, that's about it. ❞

     "Yeah? With what money?" She snorts and looks at Natalie. For all else she lacked, at least Elle had money. Not even the easy kind. She worked hard for it. Every day. Sometimes in 48 hour shifts. It's gruelling and draining, but it's all she has. Why survive if not to do some good in the world. Even if it is at the expense of her own health and sanity. 

     "Have you heard from any of the others? Outside of public appearances like Tai's politics shit." Elle isn't actively watching out for them. She isn't avoiding them, either. Nat's really the only one she's in contact with, more or less. Nat is someone who floats in and out of her life, always standing at her door in the strangest moments. Like today.

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❝ YEAH, I THINK YOU'VE GOT ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD. So much time in fact that I'm sitting here trying to waste it all since I've got nothing better to do. This is all just shits and giggles to me. Take a breather? Are you fucking kidding me, right now? Grow up. I could easily just walk the fuck away right now but I'm at least doing what I can to save your ass even still. Both of us can just walk free without any more blood on our hands, why are we even entertaining this fucking shit show, huh? ❞

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eyes narrow as the other speaks, an exasperated groan as she throws arms up in the air. "i'm just saying. minute we start not having an actual plan is the minute things go south. do you think i have time for that right now?" taissa is calculated, to a fault. the thought of just going haywire and doing whatever reminds her of the woods and reminds her of not being in control. "take a fucking breather, natalie."

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“ this is you thinking rationally? “

A HEAVY SIGH ESCAPES HER, LIPS PURSED WITH A SLIGHT VIBRATION, head tilting to the side when she finally meets Tai's gaze. ❝ Is anything fucking rational anymore—? At least I'm thinking about a possible solution, what's your excuse? ❞

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people should send me some MEMES to help me get muse back.

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❛ i'll always be here for you, no matter what. just please don't shut me out. ❜ // ellie bear

SHE'S CAUGHT OFF-GUARD, TAKEN A BIT BY SURPRISE for more reasons than one. Elle's eagerness alone is something almost unimaginable. Confusing. Anyone's adoration and dedication to her always was; back then and even now. Natalie's automatic response to anything was to shut down because she simply didn't know what else to do or how to accommodate another person's needs or wants. It wasn't as easy anymore and it made her feel like a worthless waste of space. Her spine straightens and arms scrunch, hand lightly caressing nervously upon her own arm to distract her from fidgeting. ❝ I'm not — I mean, I'm not intentionally trying to shut you out. I just… it's hard. All of this is, really hard. ❞

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“ wanna talk about it? “

YEARS WERE SPENT TALKING ABOUT HER FEELINGS, all the inner workings of her mind and why she tried to continuously silence them. Everything but the core root of her problems because that was the one thing they swore to never speak about again. Not to each other, not to anyone. Natalie glares over at Van, staring them down as if their very presence was an enigma in itself, regardless of how comforting it actually was. But to talk in truth meant going against every factor of her self-worth and being. If there was even one person who could understand, it'd be Van.

❝ Talk about what, exactly? ❞

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“ it’s okay to cry, you know. “

A DEEP, HEAVY INHALATION OF BREATH IS TAKEN IN. Through an opened mouth and nostrils flared to a considerate degree, the tears flow one at a time down the length of her cheek but she doesn't bother in wiping them away. She's not ashamed of them specifically, nor is she embarrassed to cry in general but she hates that she's had to do so in front of Jackie.

❝ I know. ❞ She states, simply enough for now. Discomfort setting in at a slow pace and her hands are shaking when attempting to pour herself a cup of tea. Or at least, what they attributed as some form of tea with what was available. ❝ I just… I don't know, I feel like I'm going insane. We're all going insane, but it's something else, too. Something isn't right and I can't put my fucking finger on it. ❞

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❛  i trusted you, and you betrayed me.  ❜ / hello !!

❝ I BETRAYED YOU, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW—? ❞ A million things to say and yet, she has no idea where to even begin with such a horrendous accusation. From Van of all people to feel betrayed by her, that was not on her bingo card. Then again, nothing within this past year was. Nothing in her life, for that matter, but she's still standing tall and ready to face anything thrown at her at any given moment. But this, this was a low blow.

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❛ why do you always have to play games with my feelings? ❜ // from de poodle

CURIOSITY PLAGUES LIKE A HINDERED NUISANCE, uncertainty dwelling within the pit of her stomach when looking to the other with furrowed brows and a steady gaze. Confusion sets and she realizes that there hasn't been a single passing day that this feeling isn't constantly looming overhead or in the back of her mind. If anyone was playing games here, it certainly wasn't her. ❝ What the fuck are you talking about? ❞

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“ i just don't want to be alone tonight. “

HESITANCE REIGNS HEAVY WITH SKEPTICISM that quickly falters, substituted by a sense of empathy, instead. She knows what it's like, not wanting to be alone. For Nat, that option was never an easy remedy to fix and in this current moment, she's surprised to find herself in this predicament of solace. To be the person Jackie sought as an advocate for companionship and solitude. What else was she going to do anyway—? Always surrounded by a mindless fuck-trap of meaningless and avoidance no matter where she ended up.

❝ You, uh... are you okay? ❞

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people should send me some MEMES to help me get muse back.