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lilxxterror‌:

“Wait your dad is that one dude? I forget his name but I think I know who you’re talking about.” Of course Irey knew who it was thanks to the many stories from Lock, Shock, and Barrel but if she can confirm who it is, the girl knew this would bring in some brownie points where Oogie the next time they talked.

“The Pumpkin King! You can’t know Halloweentown without knowing him,” he exclaimed. His dad was the most famous person in Halloweentown, if she knew the town she had to know of Jack Skellington. It never occurred to him that he should be cautious of the girl that called herself Oogie’s daughter.

@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.

“Wow, wow.” Salem held his hands up in surrender, chuckling as she wholeheartedly rejected his plan. “That’s the whole point! Doomed for failure. Sounds like a good time to me.” Anything sounded like a good time when you were as high as he was.  The male liked learning his limits the hard way.

“Sorry to burst your perfect, little bubble, but that plan is moronic at best. Honestly, I can’t imagine anyone possibly coming up with something more destined to fail.” Beating around the bush had never been her forte. Embellishing just how poorly thought out another’s decision was, however, well….that was where Eden liked to be creative.

lovewrotes‌:

              “  i  don’t  really  care  .  i  had  …  nothing  better  to  do  ,  “  and  her  statement  isn’t  meant  to  be  taken  as  mean  ,  that  much  is  proven  by  the  crassness  and  lackadaisical nature  ,  as  she  kicks  her  feet  up  and  down  on  the  seat  mindlessly  . eyes  linger  on  his  form  ,  gauging  his  every  move  ,  before  nodding  .  “  i  like  hot  chocolate  .  if  you  …  don’t  mind  .  i  can  make  it  ,  though  .  you  look  …  weird  .  i  don’t  want  you  to  burn  yourself  .  “

     “ cool, no worries then. ” lacking tact was common place in halloweentown, it was only natural to be direct so salem didn’t take her words personally. nimble fingers ran through wild hair before he shook his head. “ i’m all good. this is how i am usually, ” he assured, moving to begin boiling the milk for the sweet drink. food was hard to stomach when he stayed sober long enough to feel withdrawals so non-alcoholic drinks had become his best friend.

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.

“Can’t we just go home and forget this dreadful night?” ( jasper )

    “ I can’t go home, not --- home, home. But ! We can continue the party at my place if you’re tired of being a wallflower. ” He nudged his brother teasingly, knowing that the party life style was not for him.

@pumpkinscrown

It had been years since Salem heard that particular nickname, it was odd how Wyatt had been the only one to ever make the association. “Wyatt,” he breathed out the male’s name, removing his mask and moving forward to get a better look at him despite being unable to see his face completely. "It’s --- a lot’s happened but you’re here,” he started with a small smile, not really knowing what to say but he wanted to say something to the other.

@graveghcst

Since the isle was opened and everyone left for Auradon, most people who had been close once, we now rarely seen, but with the ball so full, he assumed he would see some familiar people. He noticed the posture of one man immediately  - you didn’t forget the way someone you once called best friend looked like. Making his way over to him, he smiled softly “Well Well, kitty kat.” he teased the other over his name since it was so synomenous with a cat.

                       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. 

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

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