Devourcd‌:

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

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

wcstelavd‌:

“well, sometimes is better than never being right,” gil sighed, his lips pulled down in a frown at the male’s words before sending his a warm grin. “that’s not true ! i want to be near you, addict or not – you’re my friend. eventually you’ll work through your problems,” the villian kid assured salem before blinking at him and turning to giggle at his glass of liquor. “i guess the drink got to me, ‘cause i comletely forgot about it,” he let out a laugh as he faced salem once more. “oh ! how many tattoos do you have ?”

the words make salem pause, he simply stares at gil for a long, drawn out moment before a smile breaks out across his face. “i hope, that if there’s still hope for me, i get to be with someone like you. someone forgiving,” he added earnestly. gil had quickly become a dear friend to him and he hoped he would be able to keep him around unlike many of his former friends. “ah, maybe it’s time to stop then.” as much as he indulged himself, salem was careful about letting others overdrink. “these ones are all over my body.” he pulled the collar of his hoodie down to reveal ink black stitching circled around the base of his throat. “neck, legs, arms, and torso. ma drew the line at getting them on my face.” he chuckled. “do you have any tattoos?”

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.

blvcksail‌:

“Witty. And here I thought all you’d be able to manage was some pathetic, drugged up giggling.” Likely her least favorite response when dealing with potheads. His answer might’ve even made her smile had she not been so annoyed with the situation already. “As for a date, trust me when I say you couldn’t handle it.”

“No, that’s only on Tuesdays, the special day.” Salem had no filter, no sense of when to stop but he enjoyed living life that way. Truthfully, it was the only way he knew how to survive. “Ah, but you’re considering it. That’s what matters,” he teased, knowing she most likely found him just as annoying as everyone else did.

lovewrotes‌:

          AND  REALLY  ,  every  part  of  her  is  telling  her  to  turn  tail  and  run  ,  go  hide  out  on  the  bench  out  front  and  just  wait  for  something  to  swallow  her  up  —  but  she  steels  herself  .  it’s  a  ghost  of  a  smile  that  passes  over  her  lips  ,  switch  slipping  into  small  purse  backpack  before  she  looks  to  the  OTHER  ,  rocks  back  and  forth  on  her  feet  .  “  …  you  did  good  ,  “  she  says  ,  softly  ,  eyes  flittering  back  down  to  the  ground  ,  because  it’s  easier  to  look  at  canvas  shoes  than  it  is  to  look  at  him  ,  and  she  could  just  call  it  quits  ,  but  pushes  further  .  (  does  she  even  have  a  right  to  ?  she  doesn’t  know  .  )  “  why  don’t  you  …  play  that  often  ?  you’re  clearly  good  at  it  .  “

       hot and cold. it was always the way she left him feeling. already a terrible judge of character, he had no sense for reading people, so he gave up on trying to read her weeks ago. otherwise, his head would always be left spinning. “ i need to have a clear head and --- that’s not really me. ” the only reason he had felt like performing tonight was because he wanted to feel like his old self. in halloweentown, he been very in tune with who he was when he was alive. memories of his passing were still fuzzy but he remembered a lot about his old life. those memories rapidly dissipated when his addictions started. “ but i’m glad ya enjoyed the show ! ”

icyelva‌:

She grabbed his wrist, not willing to let him go just yet. “Can you just…try to keep yourself safe?” She said quietly. He needed friends, that was obvious. But why did it have to be her? She let his wrist go, sighing. “I am worried about you.” That’s why they couldn’t be friends.

A ghost of a smile crossed his lips, she still worried about him but being who he was, he could never ease her worries. “I don’t want to lie to you, Elva.” He murmured, dipping his head down. “I should go,” he repeated, turning to leave without a look back. No matter how much his heart ached for him to prove he was worthy of someone like her, he knew in his mind that he never could be.

So waking up always seems to hurt.

@wickedissms

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.”

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.”

wickedissms‌:

“Yes…the lonely little princess from Arendelle.” Maleficent could see that girl was a ball of chaos all on her own, no prodding needed. “Alone? Why not try and win her over?” And cause them both more pain in the process, “Love means fighting for the person you care about, doesn’t it? Who is she in love with that is so much better than you?” She skipped forward, “Did you think about my offer?”

“She’s not that lonely.” She had Harry if they were still together. “Win her over?” He laughed, shaking his head. “He's already better because he’s not me. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a little screwed up.” And damn did it hurt to admit that out loud. “Offer? Sorry --- I uh, was really drunk. You’re going to have to remind me.”