Twenty One Pilots // Chlorine

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.

For you, controlling your power is like finding peace.

@wwbadlands // closed starter

      “wow -- hey, no i’m alright.” the cut on his hand said otherwise. shards from broken beer bottles and drunk idiots like salem did not mix well. “okay, okay. maybe not totally alright.” taking another look at his hand, he wondered if he would need to get it stitched again. he missed being a ghost, human bodies were so fragile but as drunk as he was, he felt no pain. the only thing that reminded him that he should be concerned was the look he was getting from the guy in front of him.

halloween aesthetics  ⋆  ghosts

Hey, would it be so bad if I stayed, I’m just a ghost out of his grave.

mother mother  ›  ghosting.

sweetmvsics‌:

        her mother had taught her well  ;  while chad fell asleep during classical music lessons  ,   stella  thoroughly  enjoyed it  .   stella could only play the piano  ,   sing a tune or two  -  so she was surely not going to perform tonight  ,   but she would watch  -  enjoy it  .     “  it’s been awhile since i heard something so passionate  .  ”  she has a fair amount of  TALENTED  friends  ,   but passionate ?   debatable  .      “  how long have you played for ?  ”

     some part of salem almost felt bad. a talent he had probably cultivated over years of hard work the first time he was alive, he now barely payed any attention to. “ uuh --- can’t say. years, probably. ” he shrugged. everything he could never find words elegant enough to express, he let it out when he was on stage. how disillusioned anyone from the audience must become when speaking to him.

( @wickedissms ) continued from HERE.

     seriously? he was more than grateful that they were working towards being in a better place and that he had a chance at being in her life, but he wanted more. he had to take a chance but her obliviousness felt like i slap in the face. “i’m not high enough for this,” he muttered under his breath. “you really don’t get it, elva. i don’t just love you as a friend i’m... i’m in love with you. i don’t expect you to love me back in that way but come on, can’t you at least let me keep whatever pride i have left in tact by acknowledging me as a man.”

same

ryclties‌:

           ❝    you’re the worst.   ❞   cesar groans childishly,  moving to flop down in the nearest chair.   it was worth a shot,  of course.   using manipulation tactics to get his brother to do whatever he wanted,  that is.    ❝   it could,  if you’d do something for me.   then i wouldn’t be forced to do unspeakable things to you that would ruin your whole undead life.   ❞   he shrugs,  speaking rather dramatically.   ❝    would that really be such a bad thing ?   you can’t possibly like it here.   i mean,  look at what being here has done to you.   ❞   he points out.   maybe he was just projecting his own feelings.

       ❝ oh, you’re too sweet, brother. ❞ he teased the elder, still smiling as the other attempted to blackmail him. ❝ would you really do that your precious baby bro? because i have a lot of undead life to live still and that’s plain cruel. ❞ salem’s expression fell, gaze falling to his lap as toyed with the loose strings of his ripped jeans. clothes never seemed to stay intact long when it came to them.  ❝ going home... i want nothing more but that’s the easy way out. ❞ if he returned to his ghost form he would have no physical body to tell him what he craved and there would no longer be the tragically departed tormenting him everyday.

blvcksail‌:

Emitting a groan, Eden reached forward and smacked the other upside the head before taking his face between her hands. Her pupils seemed to shrink as she stared into his, searching for…something. After a moment, she released him with a bit of a shove backwards. “Ugh, you’re utterly useless.”

“ Ow--- ! ” His small cry of pain was cut off as she stared into his eyes but there was nothing to find but a glazed over look. That was the whole point of being high. No one would ever know that their was more to him. “Ya gotta take me on a date first before you start talking dirty,” he finally responded with a grin when he snapped out of his daze.