Lilxxterror‌:

@lilxxterror // closed starter

    “what? a guy can’t eat a dozen pancakes in peace?” he asked jokingly. they were at a light night diner, mainly trying to wait out the bad weather but salem had a bad case of the munchies. the twelve pancakes he devoured attested to that and the waiter gave him a slightly concerned look when he ordered a bowl of fruit to continue eating. “i used to think food like this was gross. i didn’t need to eat in halloweentown but all the food back home had spiders or toad’s breath in it. i wonder if they could make spider pancakes.”

wickedissms‌:

“Don’t be so coy,” Maleficent chuckled, “I heard they were engaged.” She finally got the information she needed, and it was better than she could possibly imagine. Something with his senses, and not something small either, something she could fix, or give the appearance of fixing. But the spell could do more too, he could become a literal pawn in her hands. It gave her access to everyone, the other Auradonians, Halloweentown….everything! And, if she could harness his power…well the Horned King would be very jealous if she raised an army of the dead without him. “Is that all?” She said, eyebrow raised, “Well that’s not too hard to fix.”

“That’s... even if that’s true there’s gotta be a reason. Elva’s not an idiot.“ She was the smartest person that he knew which may not say much these days. Most of his “friends” were only around him for the parties. A brow quirked when she made light of his ability but hope, true hope, he felt it for the first time in a long time. “So, you can fix me? Please, do it. I’ll do anything, I swear on my grave.” If she could really do this then he would be free. He could give up his addictions and be the person he used to be.

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.

“how’d you get this?” from fil

     Salem watched as Gil traced over the scarred skin of his left palm. “Broke a glass... cut up my hand pretty badly,” he explained with a shrug. “But, it’s nothing serious now.” He pulled his hand away as he moved to his kitchen. “So, you want a beer?”

the smiths - unloveable

lilxxterror‌:

“It’s not exactly at the best of standards. Alot is just pretty okay and the stuff that was considered really good was very expensive.” She remembered how she stole some food once and they almost caught her but she managed to get away. Taking a bite of her pancake. “Maybe in the dungeons or in the woods. I know when I’ve come from visiting my dad I saw like a spider web. Maybe not in the school though. I swear its like that place is spot clean.” She said dramatically but she doubt that anything like that would be hard to find.

“That’s the irony here, the cheap stuff is better than the expensive stuff.” Salem would take a fast food burger any day over some five course meal filled with all kinds of weird food. Weird in a not good way to the Halloween prince. “The woods are fun. Quiet, these days.” Not just because of the cold, but because people were afraid of what was lurking within the woods. “But you’re right about the school. I lived in Halloweentown until my parents figured it’d be better if I attended high school here.” And now that he had graduated, he was doing nothing to make it all worth it.

wickedissms‌:

Maleficent closed her eyes and penetrated his mind. He was surprisingly gifted, probably because of all the difficult things he’d seen. Trauma was the best way to strengthen the mind from attack. They didn’t call it putting up walls for nothing. She filtered through the boring stuff, looking for connections. Elva, that was obvious, Harry hook, well he might be useful, but Uma would be the goal anyway and she already had that fish on the hook so to speak. His parents…they could be useful. They clearly loved him, how could she use him to get to them? That would be exciting. Finally she did what she said, built a barrier in his mind against the sensory input he didn’t want. She also left a little back door, one small enough for her to enter at any point. She opened her eyes, “Well? How do you feel?”

The physical touch of her fingertips, the feel of them falls away and instead, he feels like she is leaving fingerprints on his mind. Constantly, he felt a pressure on his mind from the voices and figures trying to claw their way inside without a care for what it did to him. After a moment, it all fell away. His mind didn’t feel empty but it felt free from the pressure that had been driving him into madness. It was a better euphoria than the drugs had ever given him and the bliss only broke when she spoke once again. “I feel --- amazing.” A large grin broke across his face and he pulled her into a hug before he could even register himself moving. “Thank you, really, you saved me.”

                       he can’t outrun the sentiments that poison his body.                                they make him sick, vulnerable, w e a k.                                             they rot him inside-out.

                                                              ( && ) 

                          how do you heal from such internal damage?                                         in reality, he knows he can’t.                           ——— but there’s no way he’ll be eaten alive by                                                  his own conscience.

                                         he resorts to drugs, to alcohol.                                 to the numbness it gives him no matter                                                     how temporary. 

::please stop breaking my heart‌::

Elva covered her mouth at the confession, not realizing that was how he felt and how she must have hurt him. “Oh…Salem…I…” but what could she say? She had never liked him that way, and probably never would. Just like Charlie she saw him more as a brother than a potential…anything else. Even acknowledging him “as a man” as he put it seemed strange. “It’s not that I don’t care about you…but I like…Harry.” The guy everyone was talking about her kissing the other day, the guy she’d never really brought up because she thought they needed to work on Salem’s stuff. “But even without him. You have to know, it was never like that for me.” It was cold, but so was she, and she couldn’t let Salem hope for something she could never give him.

Did some part of the former ghost think that maybe once he confessed, she would see him in a new light? A small, fragile part did, but he was still prepared for rejection. He was not prepared to hear that she had feelings for another guy and why did that make it so much worse? “Yeah, I know.” He chuckled dryly, shaking his head. It shouldn’t have surprised him after all the rumors he heard but he barely paid attention to anything when he was on a high. “I know you’ll never... yeah.” He finished lamely, unable to keep the fake smile on his face. All he wanted to do now was drink himself stupid but if he did that and Elva found out, she would be mad at him and he was supposed to be trying to do better.

sweetmvsics‌:

           blinks  ,   she takes the  HINT  to not be too pushy  .   she gets there  ,   but at least sia knows  when  to stop  .     “  okay  -  oh !   electrolytes are good too  .   and tea ?   probably ?  ”    blinks  ,    again  .   maybe he  doesn’t  remember  .   perhaps  …  a reminder ?     “  oh  -  i saw you last night  .   you looked pretty messed up  -  but you were  nice  so  -  why not ?   i like it when people help hungover me  .  ” 

     “ oh yeah -- sports drinks are good shit for hangovers because of that. ” that was why he was out with a hangover in the first place. he needed to restock his kitchen so he could resist going out and ultimately getting himself into trouble all over again. “ really ? cool then um guess i should thank my drunk self then. usually i only hear about the wild things i’ve done the night before. ”