Icyelva‌:

       the halloween prince was letting himself ride high on the good feelings of the festival. slightly tipsy but not wasted, he was trying to get better after all. “ damn, you caught me on the one day i don’t have my old friend jack daniels with me ! ” the male chuckled, offering his sympathies. “ but enjoy the good mood and let go. have you seen the face painting booth, yet? they got some wicked stuff going on, i’m thinking of asking to get a skull painted on me. ” a fitting tribute to his father.

          in  clutch  :  a  small  designer  wallet  in  her  right  hand  ,  and  a  tall  glass  of  pink  moscato  in  her  left  …  though  it’s  EMPTY  ,  by  now  .  the  spring  festival  ?  it’s  supposed  to  be  fun  .  it’s  supposed  to  be  happy  .  but  for  someone  like  charity  ?  it’s  only  BORING  .  there’s  talks  of  unity  ,  and  of  banishing  tensions  between  vks  and  aks  .  and  perhaps  all  that  is  good  ,  it’s  just  …  charity  doesn’t  care  .  after  all  —  it  hardly  concerned  her  .  she’s  an  ak  .  she’s  royalty  .  so  ,  cue  dramatics  !  she  wants  to  have  some  fun  of  her  own  .   “   SIGH  .  if  i’m  going  to  get  through  this  ,  i  don’t  need  another  drink  .  i  need  another  bottle  .   ”

lovewrotes‌:

         “  really  ?  “  closest  thing  to  happiness  from  her  is  the  small  inflection  in  tone  ,  before  she  looks  at  the  other  ,  shrugging  gently  ,  “  i  need  more  medication  .  i’ve  been  HAVING  migraines  more  often  and  …  i  don’t  know  why  .  hoping  for  a  …  stronger  advil  or  …  or  something  .  UNLESS  you  have  some  . “

       salem definitely had something stronger than advil. it was no secret to his siblings that he been making a mess of himself lately, the reason was still locked up tight in his mind. “ uh --- you should go to a doctor. they’re like, responsible and know about that shit. ” strong painkillers could easily lead down the road salem was on and he might be a hypocrite for it but he would never risk his little sister following him down that path.

you’re a dying thing that never quite dies. still desperate, still trying to keep going, to keep flying— to prove you’re alive.

the difference between surviving and living | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

It took the former ghost a moment to remember who the woman was. It had a been a bad night for him when he met her, he honestly remembered very little about their talk but he felt comfortable in her presence, at least. “Oh, hey! Yeah, it’s pretty strange but I like it. Reminds me of my dad.” His dad who was the king of Halloween but also loved all things Christmas, including the chilly snow.

@graveghcst

Maleficent had been interrupted at the damn festival. But there was no reason to give up. This little abomination from Halloweentown presented a great opportunity, especially after some research. He had been a ghost in his home world, and the transition to human was not always smooth. “Hello stranger.” She said, her sweet princess form bouncing towards him in the snow. “Weird weather we’re having, isn’t it?” Some chaos she wasn’t responsible for but definitely approved of. 

wickedissms‌:

“Oh please, you have to know…the way he looks at Uma. You can hear them from the dock…and sometimes Carlos De Vill is there too.” She hoped her casual tone made it sound more humiliating for Elva. “There is no progress without breaking down walls,” She said sagely, a true sentiment but not one she usually followed. “I can’t help you if you dot tell me,”

“She’s his captain... De Vil?” Salem shook his head, not wanting to think badly of Harry because he was a cool guy to hang out with but Elva was his best friend. Feelings or no feelings, he never wanted to see someone hurt her. “I can see ghosts. They talk to me, yell at me or sometimes just scream. I don’t know it depends on how they died I guess. It’s just too much sometimes.” All the time. “Sometimes I can even feel they’re pain and I-- I am not strong enough to handle all that.”

wcstelavd‌:

“no – no, that’s not what i meant,” harlow quickly amended, shaking her head as she met salem’s eyes ( she almost forgot the color of her friend’s eyes after being away from one another for so long, she remembered a time where it was full of life ). “i know, i – i,” she paused, taking a breath as she let a small smile make way, “i missed you too, salem. so very much.”

“what did you mean?” he asks, dark eyes searching for answers he had no right to demand. a brow raises at her statement, genuinely surprised she returned the sentiment. “ the old me, ” he corrects. “ you miss the me before i got all screwed up. ” he really had drank himself stupid, saying things that were meant to hurt himself just to punish himself. it was unfair to be putting this onto harlow.

wcstelavd‌:

“well, i wouldn’t say the best but thanks for saying that and for thinking it,” he shrugged, smiling at his friends before letting out a loud laugh and sticking his tongue out at salem. “oh, hush – they won’t do anything to you,” he shoved salem away playfully, innocently thinking all his lovers would do is the same thing that happened on their first time and not what harry also did afterwards to the person who shared a kiss with gil. “besides, you’re too pretty for me,” gil winked at salem, a giggle following his words. “i am very lucky to have them, they are my world. one day you will have that too, i am sure of that, salem.” his smile softened at the thought of his partners and his eyes grew hopeful for salem.

salem shook his head, resigning himself to the fact that gil was not good at taking compliments, but neither was he. “always too drunk to care, anyways.” he shrugged with a crooked smile. he also believed harry would at least give him the benefit of the doubt since he considered the other pirate a nice drinking buddy. “pretty?” he questioned with slurred laughter. it was odd to be described as such since he had been so proud of his grotesque ghost form back home, making his perception of beauty rather warped. “that’s a beautiful thought,” he offered instead of denying his words, it was hard to be self-deprecating when gil was looking at him with pure hope. “anyways ---” he yawned. “you ready to turn in? it’s late and you’re way too drunk to walk back so stay in the guest room, yeah?”

“People are curious, man. They want all the gossip.” He chuckled, talking casually with the elder brother of the king. “In my opinion, you should go for a drink to take your mind off it if it’s that stressful.” Of course that would be the Skellington boy’s first suggestion.

♛ — “People are … testing me today.” Charlie rested his forehead in his left hand, a look of exhaustion on his face. “I regret telling people that I’m back at Aurodan as the new coach for both the Tourney and Fencing teams. It’s raising alot of questions as to why I even left in the first place.” — ♛