@wickedissms

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. ”

wickedissms‌:

“Well, you should stop now.” Maleficent pushed him away, a grin on her face. “Obviously you won’t tell anyone about what happened,” she continued to exert her influence. “I wouldn’t worry about the drugs.” They were better to his mind weak and ready for entry, “Go and get your girl, or at least tell her about her unfaithful pirate.”

“Everyone needs a good hug now and then.” He chuckled, stepping back anyways when she pushed him. As calm as he felt, he still knew not to push his luck with the sorceress. He cocked his head in confusion, wanting to argue the point but he simply nodded with a small smile. “Yeah, I should tell her the good news. And again, thanks. This is... unbelievable.”

lilxxterror‌:

“Me!” She said gleefully as she stood in front of him. Not a smart thing to do considering here she was walking alone at night in the woods but she knows nothing would dare to hurt her.  She can tell he was on something by the grin on his face. “I’ve heard stories about that place, very interesting stories, that makes me wish I could have the chance to visit one day.” Irey remembered hearing things from Lock, Shock, and Barrel when they talked about Halloween Town and it just made her want to go badly. 

His eyes followed her movements, easily able to keep track of her in the dark. Maybe it was a Halloween Town thing since they lived in grey days and dim light all the time. “It’s the best place. I’m going to go back someday for good.” Someday when he could figure out his mess and get his life cleaned up.

                       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. 

devourcd‌:

“  you  don’t  reckon  we  should  change  that  ?  ”   head  will  tilt  slightly  to  the  right  ,  fingers  moving  to  tuck  golden  locks  behind  her  ear  .  gaze  will  fall  from  his  face  ,  to  the  ground  .  she’s  not  one  for  getting  excited  about  festival  activities  —  but  there  were  ways  around  that  ,  certainly  .   “   i’m  not  so  sure  this  kind  of  thing  is  my  …  style  ,  but  .  being  drunk  would  help  !   ”

“ yeah, we --- wait, i can’t.” he stopped himself, internally patting himself on the back for resisting the temptation of alcohol. “ alright, well, i can’t get drunk but i can help you get drunk. i used to be pretty good at it, after all. ” he chuckled, waving down the bartender. “two -- no three white gummy bear shots.” he turned back to the princess. “these taste so good and totally go with spring vibe.”

@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.

wcstelavd‌:

gil thought over the other’s words, and though he knew he was right, he still couldn’t help but feel that while they need him now for his strengh it doesn’t mean they will always need him and they will more than likely get rid of him as soon as there’s no need for him – even if uma and harry have told him many times how much they care for him. “i – i suppose you are right,” he shrugged, still unsure as he looked up to watch salem’s expression. “well, you never know — maybe in the future you will get them back but i think you’re great, i mean you aren’t perfect but no one is. what do you mean by ghost though ? like you’re invisble for them now ?”

salem could tell gil’s confidence was still far from uplifted but self esteem never came easy. “i have to be right sometimes, yeah.” he chuckled, trying to create a happier mood. “no one---” he tilted his head, wondering if he should say it out loud before he figured out he was too drunk to care. “no one wants to be near an addict.” a brow arched before he figured out what had confused the other. “oh ! no.” he chuckled. “i’m from halloweentown. thought i told ya but i was a ghost.” he lifted up his arm, pointing to his tattoos which were simple black stitch markings that covered most of his body. “my mother's a ragdoll and my dad’s a skeleton. the one good thing about having a human body is tattoos.”

lilxxterror‌:

She let out a laugh. “Well they are both very different from one another.” She said. “I mean the only real common thing between them is that you’re looking for treats and its usually in the form of candy.”

“oh yeah, candy’s always good.” not as good as what he actually desire but he really needed to get his mind off his parched throat. “hey, let’s go to one of the booths or like, explore or something.”

     “dude, wait. can you actually talk to birds? because apparently that’s like a normal thing around if you’re a fairy tale princess or related to one.” leave it to salem to show no concern as to why a stranger was asking about his home town and instead begin a tangent on talking to birds.

      it wasn’t every day that the first mate came in contact with someone that came from halloween town. out of every place in auradon, that would be the very least hated place. seemed pretty interesting, at the very least. “so, a lil’ birdy told me ye come from halloween town. curious ‘ow that place really is. i’ve only ‘eard stories.”

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