Wcstelavd‌:

nokingcharlie‌:

♛ — “i rather they talk about politics then have them spilling rumors saying I left because I beasted out and hurt someone or my parents sent me away from the kingdom because I was and I quote too much too handle.” Charlie wasn’t one to turn down an offer when it came to things like that, heck half of what he did when he was away involved things of that nature. ”You really offering, because I would say if you are lets go right now then. “ — ♛

“ okay, okay. no more rumor talk. ” he clapped a hand on the royal’s shoulder. “ i never kid about alcohol, it’s a problem but not really. ” he chuckled, glad to have found a drinking buddy for the afternoon. “ c’mon, i have got plenty of choices. mostly beer but if you like the hard stuff i have a few things. ” he let the other go, leading him back to his apartment.

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

       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:

           FIND  HER  clinging  to  the  wall  ;  as  if  floor  lava  and  she  too  afraid  to  take  a  step  CLOSER  off  the  rug  .  “  not  you  ?  what’s  …  what’s  stopping  you  ? “  is  the  only  thing  elly’s  caught  ,  repeating  after  him  in  a  certain  kind  of  CONFUSION  .  and  it’s  this  :  doesn’t  want  to  imagine  him  as  something  less  than  her  expectations  ,  chalk  it  up  to  some  romanticized  version  of  him  in  her  head  .  “  i  mean  .  YEAH  .  you  made  it  worth  it  ,  i  guess  .  don’t  …  don’t  usually  come  to  these  things  .  “

     his gaze drifted to the floor, head tilting to the side in contemplation. his addictions were known to everyone but his parents, how he was managing that was a miracle, but most wouldn’t care to ask about him unless they knew of his father. “ lots goin’ on up here, ” he tapped his temple, meeting her gaze once again. not a lie, not the full truth either. “ cool. i’m glad you came then. ” he flashed her a genuine, almost sweet smile.

       After his performance, Salem was feeling very content with himself. He had stopped drinking several hours before the show, of course, he had taken something else to help him manage his habit but it was mild compared to what he usually did. The former ghost needed his mind to be somewhat clear so he could reach back to an old talent that he knew had to be from when he was truly alive. Playing the violin felt like riding a bike and he enjoyed the applause and congratulations he received after words for his hidden talent. “ I don’t try to hide it, it’s just not something I’ve done in awhile, ” he explained to someone that had approached him after he left the stage and put his violin away behind the bar.

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:

“You probably know who they are. Some call them The Boogie Man, others who work for them say Mr. Oogie. In short, my dad is Oogie Boogie.” Irey said with a very proud smile. If he is from Halloween Town, then he’ll know exactly who she is talking about.

“Oh! That’s the dude my dad doesn’t like. He chased him out of town or something.” The big bad Boogie man. He was still famous in Halloween Town because while everyone in town toed the line of the macabre and weird, Oogie had taken it a step farther into being plain evil. They may scare people for a living but Salem saw nothing wrong with that.

wickedissms‌:

“She’s in love and he’s a liar,” Maleficent suggested, as though that explained everything. She wasn’t wrong about the latter part. “You could ask him yourself, he’d probably forget you even know Elva.” She touched his cheek, invading his space like she planned to invade his mind. It was hard to contain her glee. Never had things fallen into place so easily. He was practically begging for her to take advantage of him.  “I can, but it will require you to trust me.”

“She’ll freeze him to death if that’s true but I will ask him.” His thoughts were straying until she brought him back with a touch of her. It was sad how starved he was for real human contact. “Okay, yeah, I’ll trust you. Please, I just need the ghosts to be gone. I want to be better again.” Begging at this point, he wasn’t ashamed, he had gotten used to and forgotten that feeling one too many bottles ago.