Wickedissms‌:

For you, controlling your power is like finding peace.

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.

wickedissms‌:

Begging. He was begging her to fix him. Was he really that stupid? Were all Auradonians like that? He didn’t even know her name and he was going to let her into his mind. “Alright, sit down. I’m going to put a barrier up in your mind. Technically you’ll still hear and see the dead, but your brain won’t communicate that information to your conscious mind. We do it all the time naturally anyway,” She waited for him to get comfortable and put two fingers on each side of his temples. She let out a deep breath and breached his mind. 

A barrier. That was what he had been trying to achieve with the drinking and drugs this whole time but it never lasted. It only became harder to keep it up and it was creating a more permanent barrier between him and everyone he cared about. “Okay,” he agreed softly, relaxing and letting out a soft sigh as he tried to clear his head. It felt odd, wrong almost, to have let someone else willingly into his head but he tried not to resist, tried to let go so she could do whatever she needed to with her magic.

Creepy vibes, that’s what I’m known for.

Iwan Rheon in the Inhumans SDCC pressroom (via fuckyeahiwanrheon)

        before coming to auradon, salem had at least some idea of what he would look like. as a ghost, he looked relatively human minus being see through and having a mangled face from what he assumed had been a gruesome passing. his mother said it made him beautifully horrifying and her opinion was all that mattered. however, seeing his brother looking completely human was a little unsettling even in his fogged up mind. the younger had definitely been indulging himself that morning. ❝ you could --- but it doesn’t benefit you, ❞ he mused with a chuckle. salem would be devastated if their parent’s found out but until it happened, he was still all smiles. ❝ mom and dad would just make me go back home... ❞ and that was not something he deserved. becoming a ghost again would take the easy way out of the hole he had dug for himself.

     SKELLINGTON,   SALEM  &&  SKELLINGTON,   CESAR   .

           seeing his brother during their time in auradon was like looking at a stranger.   never once had the skellington family been human  (  at least,  not in the years that cesar had been alive ).   he hated it,  being human.   there was nothing that made him unique,  or better yet,  horrifying in any way.   here he as simply normal,  just like everyone else.   it was utterly despicable.    ❝   you’re pretty damn lucky mom and dad aren’t around.   they’d be pissed if they could see how fucked up you are right now.   ❞   the elder skellington points out,  tossing his cigarette to the ground and crushing it under his doc martens.    ❝    or,  you know,  i could always just tell them.   ❞   he says slyly,  speaking almost like a maniacal twelve year - old.   even as he grew older,  he turned to blackmail to get whatever he wanted.

          salem could had admit, he had been a pretty awful big brother lately. one small shopping trip. he could do that while staying mostly sober. “ okay, okay. what’s it for? i need a new hoodie anyways, my other one got -- burned up,” he said with a shrug.

@graveghcst  !!

                “  please  don’t  make  me  go  alone  ,  “  barely  a  whisper  from  the  youngest  skellington  ,  looks  up  to  the  other  ;  one  moment  ,  ONE  moment  of  vulnerability  you’ll  get  from  her  ,  “  i  know  it’s  just  a  stupid  shopping  trip  —  but  i  …  i  can’t  go  alone  .  please  ,  s  .  “

fishyswifty‌:

      “Seems like it should be something you do more often, to be honest.”  If Marinus could play the violin anywhere near as good as the performer in front of him - or at all, really - he would definitely take his own advice. He was a bit jealous, actually. “You must have been practicing for years. Major props.”

     “I don’t know if I have the will for that.” He chuckled, making light of his own talent. In his past live, he was sure he must have treasured and practiced for hours, but he had no recollection of that drive now. “Maybe. Thanks, man. Now, I gotta find something to drink. Being up there without one was exhausting.”

sweetmvsics‌:

        hair will be brushed away from her face by her own hand  .   stella is no  MIND READER  ,   but she likes to think she could read people decently  ,   still  .   something’s off  ,   she should  divert  the attention off of him  .      “  my mom had me learn piano since i was young –  ”    she’ll offer  ,   hazel eyes falling on the other  .     “  but lets just say i sing better than i play  ,   and my singing ?  pretty  basic  .  ”  

      the male nodded, unsure why she was telling him this. “ if you’re singing’s basic then there doesn’t seem much point,” he stated bluntly. “unless you actually enjoy singing then --- it can never just be basic.” thinking out loud is mostly what he was doing. mostly sober or not, he never had a good brain to mouth filter.

lilxxterror‌:

“It really is. Like the food in the school is good but some of things I had in town is so good. I mean not as good as my dad’s but still.” She said with some admiration. “I blame the weather but yes the woods are quiet.” Irey knew it was because the villains were planning something, something she didn’t really know though. “I think I wouldn’t have gone to school if it was my choice but dad thought it was something I should do. I didn’t really go Dragon Hall back on the Isle.”

“What does your dad make?” Maybe Salem should be thinking twice about being friends with the daughter of Oogie Boogie but she had always been nice to him. “My mom cooks more often than my dad but her baking is the best. I love her spider cookies.” Which didn’t have actual spiders in them, she often decorated her sugar cookies with spiders and all things creepy. “School’s boring, I never cared for it much either.”