“Wow, Wow.” Salem Held His Hands Up In Surrender, Chuckling As She Wholeheartedly Rejected His Plan.

wickedissms‌:

“She’s in love and he’s a liar,” Maleficent suggested, as though that explained everything. She wasn’t wrong about the latter part. “You could ask him yourself, he’d probably forget you even know Elva.” She touched his cheek, invading his space like she planned to invade his mind. It was hard to contain her glee. Never had things fallen into place so easily. He was practically begging for her to take advantage of him.  “I can, but it will require you to trust me.”

“She’ll freeze him to death if that’s true but I will ask him.” His thoughts were straying until she brought him back with a touch of her. It was sad how starved he was for real human contact. “Okay, yeah, I’ll trust you. Please, I just need the ghosts to be gone. I want to be better again.” Begging at this point, he wasn’t ashamed, he had gotten used to and forgotten that feeling one too many bottles ago.

icyelva‌:

Elva raised an eyebrow as Salem came towards her. Once upon a time they were friends, but…he became too chaotic. She missed him, of course, but she missed everyone. He was more in danger close to her than he was on his own, “What have you done?” She demanded, still walking wit him, “Could you look any more suspicious?”

“Yeah, actually, I can,” he retorted, fixing his eyes onto the path in front of them. He knew someone was following him and more than likely it had to due with a stunt he pulled in a bar last week. “And I didn’t do anything that someone else didn’t deserve.” It actually pained Salem to be dragging her into of his messes, knowing how much she wanted to avoid trouble.

What will your parents think if they heard you talked to the daughter of Oogie Boogie?

honesty hour.

     “ i don’t know really but there’s worse things they could be mad about. i didn’t say anything that she couldn’t find out on her own. ”

blvcksail‌:

“Witty. And here I thought all you’d be able to manage was some pathetic, drugged up giggling.” Likely her least favorite response when dealing with potheads. His answer might’ve even made her smile had she not been so annoyed with the situation already. “As for a date, trust me when I say you couldn’t handle it.”

“No, that’s only on Tuesdays, the special day.” Salem had no filter, no sense of when to stop but he enjoyed living life that way. Truthfully, it was the only way he knew how to survive. “Ah, but you’re considering it. That’s what matters,” he teased, knowing she most likely found him just as annoying as everyone else did.

lilxxterror‌:

“Wait your dad is that one dude? I forget his name but I think I know who you’re talking about.” Of course Irey knew who it was thanks to the many stories from Lock, Shock, and Barrel but if she can confirm who it is, the girl knew this would bring in some brownie points where Oogie the next time they talked.

“The Pumpkin King! You can’t know Halloweentown without knowing him,” he exclaimed. His dad was the most famous person in Halloweentown, if she knew the town she had to know of Jack Skellington. It never occurred to him that he should be cautious of the girl that called herself Oogie’s daughter.

ofjackskellingtcn‌:

“Yeah I’ve been coming into town more recently to visit you guys.” He smiles. “What have you been up to?”

“ Uh -- hanging out with friends.” None that Jack would recognize except Elva. “Work.” He shrugged. “Nothing here as fun as back home.”

the darkness takes us hostage and spits us out unmade. you try to put me back together but darling, some things cannot be saved.

the woods in me are black and deep, i can no longer be what you crave, Amrita C. (via sunrisesongs)

lovewrotes‌:

           FIND  HER  clinging  to  the  wall  ;  as  if  floor  lava  and  she  too  afraid  to  take  a  step  CLOSER  off  the  rug  .  “  not  you  ?  what’s  …  what’s  stopping  you  ? “  is  the  only  thing  elly’s  caught  ,  repeating  after  him  in  a  certain  kind  of  CONFUSION  .  and  it’s  this  :  doesn’t  want  to  imagine  him  as  something  less  than  her  expectations  ,  chalk  it  up  to  some  romanticized  version  of  him  in  her  head  .  “  i  mean  .  YEAH  .  you  made  it  worth  it  ,  i  guess  .  don’t  …  don’t  usually  come  to  these  things  .  “

     his gaze drifted to the floor, head tilting to the side in contemplation. his addictions were known to everyone but his parents, how he was managing that was a miracle, but most wouldn’t care to ask about him unless they knew of his father. “ lots goin’ on up here, ” he tapped his temple, meeting her gaze once again. not a lie, not the full truth either. “ cool. i’m glad you came then. ” he flashed her a genuine, almost sweet smile.

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)