Wickedissms‌:

blvcksail‌:

“So, you’re what? A ghost? Vampire?” Or would a vampire just be in a state of perpetual drowning? The thought was a distracting one, and was quickly tucked away to be researched at a later time. “Fuck it, just tell me what you are. Nobody likes a guessing game.”

“I’m not playing any games,” he corrected. “I never said I would tell you.” Antagonizing a pirate was hardly wise but Salem always had to make things difficult for himself. Probably some twisted form of self punishment but he was not a specialist on psychoanalysis so he left that thought alone.

     “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.”

@graveghcst

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

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.”

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.

@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.

@brvinsnbrvwn // closed starter

     another long night of partying and salem was completely wasted, stumbling as he walked back to his apartment. “wow --” he chuckled when he nearly ran into another guy, raising his hands to show he meant no harm. “my bad uh dude. the night’s still early but --- i went too hard.” he laughed again, shaking his head. salem probably should be more worried about being out so close to curfew but he figured he would make it home soon.

cvrsedtm‌:

“And you haven’t bothered to test it out? It seems like the sort of thing one ought to know about themselves.” Didn’t it? She believed so. “That’s…not the most detailed description, but I suppose I sort of understand what you mean.” 

“How do I test that without dying all over again? It’s not a problem anyways so --- better priorities.” He shrugged, finished with the topic. “You possess someone and try to describe how it feels or don’t, I don’t care. i should ask fairy godmother if she could make this body taller,” he mused, losing track of the conversation entirely.

wcstelavd‌:

“no – no, that’s not what i meant,” harlow quickly amended, shaking her head as she met salem’s eyes ( she almost forgot the color of her friend’s eyes after being away from one another for so long, she remembered a time where it was full of life ). “i know, i – i,” she paused, taking a breath as she let a small smile make way, “i missed you too, salem. so very much.”

“what did you mean?” he asks, dark eyes searching for answers he had no right to demand. a brow raises at her statement, genuinely surprised she returned the sentiment. “ the old me, ” he corrects. “ you miss the me before i got all screwed up. ” he really had drank himself stupid, saying things that were meant to hurt himself just to punish himself. it was unfair to be putting this onto harlow.