It Had Been Years Since Salem Heard That Particular Nickname, It Was Odd How Wyatt Had Been The Only

nokingcharlie‌: 

♛ — Charlie let out a big laugh, all this talk was reminding him of fun memories from back of the day. “I’m a whatever-gets-me-in-a-good-mood kind og guy but i’ll say vodka for sure.” — ♛

“Got it.” It wasn’t much longer before they finally arrive at Salem’s place and he was digging around in his designated liquor cabinet, pulling out a couple large bottles. “Beer’s in the fridge if you want to help yourself while I get this ready and make yourself comfortable!” He called out over his shoulder.

sweetmvsics‌:

           blinks  ,   she takes the  HINT  to not be too pushy  .   she gets there  ,   but at least sia knows  when  to stop  .     “  okay  -  oh !   electrolytes are good too  .   and tea ?   probably ?  ”    blinks  ,    again  .   maybe he  doesn’t  remember  .   perhaps  …  a reminder ?     “  oh  -  i saw you last night  .   you looked pretty messed up  -  but you were  nice  so  -  why not ?   i like it when people help hungover me  .  ” 

     “ oh yeah -- sports drinks are good shit for hangovers because of that. ” that was why he was out with a hangover in the first place. he needed to restock his kitchen so he could resist going out and ultimately getting himself into trouble all over again. “ really ? cool then um guess i should thank my drunk self then. usually i only hear about the wild things i’ve done the night before. ”

ryclties‌:

           ❝    you’re the worst.   ❞   cesar groans childishly,  moving to flop down in the nearest chair.   it was worth a shot,  of course.   using manipulation tactics to get his brother to do whatever he wanted,  that is.    ❝   it could,  if you’d do something for me.   then i wouldn’t be forced to do unspeakable things to you that would ruin your whole undead life.   ❞   he shrugs,  speaking rather dramatically.   ❝    would that really be such a bad thing ?   you can’t possibly like it here.   i mean,  look at what being here has done to you.   ❞   he points out.   maybe he was just projecting his own feelings.

       ❝ oh, you’re too sweet, brother. ❞ he teased the elder, still smiling as the other attempted to blackmail him. ❝ would you really do that your precious baby bro? because i have a lot of undead life to live still and that’s plain cruel. ❞ salem’s expression fell, gaze falling to his lap as toyed with the loose strings of his ripped jeans. clothes never seemed to stay intact long when it came to them.  ❝ going home... i want nothing more but that’s the easy way out. ❞ if he returned to his ghost form he would have no physical body to tell him what he craved and there would no longer be the tragically departed tormenting him everyday.

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.

cvrsedtm‌:

“I’m sure there’s some other way to figure it out. As for priorities, I really think this should be a top one. What if you don’t come back the next time you die? Not even as a ghost?” It was a concept that sent a shiver running up her spine. “I’m fairly certain that possessing someone would be considered wrong. At least without consent to do so.”

“Then that’s it. That’s my end.” The words fall far too casually from his mouth and he continues smiling, truly having no worries. “Then don’t.” He shrugged. “Seems like you get hung up on details. Maybe just let it go,” he suggested with a small chuckle.

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.

For you, controlling your power is like finding peace.

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.

wickedissms‌:

“Oh please, you have to know…the way he looks at Uma. You can hear them from the dock…and sometimes Carlos De Vill is there too.” She hoped her casual tone made it sound more humiliating for Elva. “There is no progress without breaking down walls,” She said sagely, a true sentiment but not one she usually followed. “I can’t help you if you dot tell me,”

“She’s his captain... De Vil?” Salem shook his head, not wanting to think badly of Harry because he was a cool guy to hang out with but Elva was his best friend. Feelings or no feelings, he never wanted to see someone hurt her. “I can see ghosts. They talk to me, yell at me or sometimes just scream. I don’t know it depends on how they died I guess. It’s just too much sometimes.” All the time. “Sometimes I can even feel they’re pain and I-- I am not strong enough to handle all that.”

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