Fishyswifty‌:

wickedissms‌:

“Fabulous you’re feeling better.” Maleficent said, deciding to employ her technique. She let the shape of the petite princess fall away and instead she was herself. But she made his mind think nothing of it. She was Maleficent mistress of darkness, but nothing was amiss. Nothing was wrong certainly. He wouldn’t tell anyone about her but he didn’t need to examine why. “Maybe now you can go get your little ice princess.” She smiled, keeping a hold on his mind. 

When he pulled away, a new face greeted him but nothing registered as wrong, he was only curious. “Never thought I would be hugging, well, you.” Salem assumed she would get his meaning. “I don’t know... I still have to get clean and that’s gonna be a pain in the ass. Voices or no voices.” Withdrawals were no joke. Even a day of trying to go cold turkey was painful, mentally and physically, but he knew he could do it now that his main drive pushing him towards drugs and alcohol was gone.

atlashawkins‌:

“That was amazing. I wish I could play the violin. I can only play bass. I loved your performance. The song was really beautiful.” She says, bouncing excitedly. “Want a beer?” She had a fake id and the people here knew her, they usually would let her drink.

“Ah, yeah, I don’t know anything about those sorts of instruments.” For him, playing the violin was like riding a bike. It came naturally to him but in reality he had no memory of learning it when he was alive for the first time. “Ye -- ah, no?” He sighed, shaking his head. “Not right now. I don’t know what I want.”

@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.

“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?”

How is it drinking with Harry knowing he's probably fucking the girl you love?

      “ Just because I love her, doesn’t mean I get to monopolize her. She’s not mine and she never will be.”

lilxxterror‌:

“That’s him. Lock, Shock, and Barrel told me all about him.” She heard about all the things he had done from them and from her father. “They said he can pull some of the scariest faces around. Is it true?”

“Those guys -- they’re funny.” The stories about them were at least. “Duh! He’s the scariest guy out there. Nobody does it better than my dad.” It was clear how proud the male was to have Jack Skellington as his father.

          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  .  “

i’m not afraid of anything that’s my whole problem

Nicola Maye Goldberg, from “Threshold,” published in Queen Mob’s Teahouse (via dvoyd)