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halloween aesthetics  ⋆  ghosts

Hey, would it be so bad if I stayed, I’m just a ghost out of his grave.

mother mother  ›  ghosting.

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harry: you know i'm down for getting drunk

harry: my dorm is free. i never use it so

salem: i would say my apartment is better but...

salem: it's trashed

salem: any drink requests?

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Salem: dude...

Salem: i need to be drunk

Salem: or high

Salem: or both 🤔

::please stop breaking my heart‌::

Elva covered her mouth at the confession, not realizing that was how he felt and how she must have hurt him. “Oh…Salem…I…” but what could she say? She had never liked him that way, and probably never would. Just like Charlie she saw him more as a brother than a potential…anything else. Even acknowledging him “as a man” as he put it seemed strange. “It’s not that I don’t care about you…but I like…Harry.” The guy everyone was talking about her kissing the other day, the guy she’d never really brought up because she thought they needed to work on Salem’s stuff. “But even without him. You have to know, it was never like that for me.” It was cold, but so was she, and she couldn’t let Salem hope for something she could never give him.

Did some part of the former ghost think that maybe once he confessed, she would see him in a new light? A small, fragile part did, but he was still prepared for rejection. He was not prepared to hear that she had feelings for another guy and why did that make it so much worse? “Yeah, I know.” He chuckled dryly, shaking his head. It shouldn’t have surprised him after all the rumors he heard but he barely paid attention to anything when he was on a high. “I know you’ll never... yeah.” He finished lamely, unable to keep the fake smile on his face. All he wanted to do now was drink himself stupid but if he did that and Elva found out, she would be mad at him and he was supposed to be trying to do better.

@wickedissms

The Only Living Boy in New York (2017)

What will your parents think if they heard you talked to the daughter of Oogie Boogie?

honesty hour.

     “ i don’t know really but there’s worse things they could be mad about. i didn’t say anything that she couldn’t find out on her own. ”

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.

thefirstmate‌:

    okay, so maybe harry had finally met someone that could actually drink more than he could. and that was saying something. he’d quickly lost count of just how many glasses had been thrown back over who knew how long. back pressed against the bed, harry let out a giggle, blinking as he tried to focus his vision. oh, yeah, he was drunk. “tha’ was… fun. didn’t think anyone could out drink me,” the first mate slurred.

      “told ya!” he exclaimed, finishing off his last drink before he collapsed beside the pirate. it was a major accomplishment in his book and he would take it for all that it was worth. “don’t uh forget in the mornin’ that ya owe me a bottle of rum,” he reminded with a cheeky grin, staring at the other male for a moment before latching onto his arm like it was teddy bear. “it was close though.”

wickedissms‌:

Elva sighed and wrapped her arms around Salem, letting her anger fade and just taking a moment to remind him that the only reason she was mad because she cared about him. “You’re right,” She said quietly, “I didn’t give you a choice, I was so worried about hurting you that I didn’t even think there was a choice.” She pulled away but kept a hand on his arm. “I’m not forcing you to do anything, Salem, but if you really care about me, you’ll…I don’t know…get it together.” She smiled slightly, “Starting with us being friends again, okay?”

The hug was a surprise and a reminder just how touch starved he had been, he craved the touch of someone that actually cared. “I do care but --- I need something to help me.” Something to help keep away the insanity of being able to commune with the dead. His arms had come up to circle around her waist but they fell just as soon as she pulled away. “Okay but ---” It felt like he was making excuses for everything these days. “Is that really okay? Even if I do fix my shit, it’s not going to happen overnight.”

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.

( @wickedissms ) continued from HERE.

     seriously? he was more than grateful that they were working towards being in a better place and that he had a chance at being in her life, but he wanted more. he had to take a chance but her obliviousness felt like i slap in the face. “i’m not high enough for this,” he muttered under his breath. “you really don’t get it, elva. i don’t just love you as a friend i’m... i’m in love with you. i don’t expect you to love me back in that way but come on, can’t you at least let me keep whatever pride i have left in tact by acknowledging me as a man.”

Getting drunk with a prince? Must be a royal of a great time.

honesty hour.

      “ i can’t drink and tell. what happens between royals stays between royals. ”

lilxxterror‌:

“That’s him. Lock, Shock, and Barrel told me all about him.” She heard about all the things he had done from them and from her father. “They said he can pull some of the scariest faces around. Is it true?”

“Those guys -- they’re funny.” The stories about them were at least. “Duh! He’s the scariest guy out there. Nobody does it better than my dad.” It was clear how proud the male was to have Jack Skellington as his father.

weirdqlow‌:

“But you’re not sure?” Though phrased like a question, her tone made clear that it was anything but. That certainly seemed like something one ought to know about themself. “Well, you have to tell me all about what that’s like. I’ve never possessed someone myself. Never really saw the appeal of it.”

“That’s what I said.” The former ghost boy was hardly concerned with details, he had and always would be the reckless type. “Uh --- it’s like putting on a costume but with more feeling.” He chuckled, having no better way to describe the sensation. High or sober, he was no word smith.

nokingcharlie‌:

♛ — “You’re telling me. Feel like everyone suggest I do something about my drinking but why should I if I enjoy it.” Charlie nodded as he walked with him to his place. “Beer sounds good but I wouldn’t mind taking a look at what hard stuff you have.” — ♛

“That’s the spirit!” He clapped him on the back, continuing further and thankful they didn’t have much farther to go. “Are you a tequila guy? No -- vodka! Is vodka your style?” He asked playfully.

wickedissms‌:

Elva frowned, putting her hands on her hips. “Yeah, yeah, you can’t stay out of trouble. It’s nothing serious.” She shook her head, “You know what Salem, I–” She paused, unable to actually swear even given the circumstances, “I am really upset with you!” She shook her head, “If you think for a second I ended our friendship because I didn’t want to be around you, you’re more of an idiot than I thought. I cut everyone out because I didn’t want to hurt them. Because I wanted to protect you from me.” He knew that. He had to know that, “And I have been…” She looked down at her feet, her snowflake pendant glowing, “I have been so alone because of that. But it was worth it because everyone I loved was okay. But if you’re going to screw up and get yourself into trouble anyway then what did I do that for?” She demanded, angry at him again. “Now, I’m…I’m not going to be that person anymore. You’re going to get your shit together if I have to drag you to rehab myself–do you understand?”

Regret and hurt melted together as she yelled at him, telling him her most honest feelings. “But we never asked you to do that! I lost you, Elva. I lost someone that I lo-- cared about.” He caught himself just in time, wanting her to see that it should have been his choice if he wanted to take the risk of being her friend or not. His head was starting to spin more than usual. What did she want from him? He was a loser, plain and simple. His life was so screwed up and the only escape he could see at this point was to literally run away back to his home town. “I’m not going to rehab,” he spat out suddenly, focusing on the word like she had slapped him with it. Going to rehab meant announcing to everyone, including his family, how royally screwed up he really was.

i rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and sarcasm.

icyelva‌:

Elva frowned, watching him go. She should just let him keep walking, she should just leave him alone. It was safer for him, it was better this way. He could be happy alone, right? Right? “Ugh!” She said aloud as she chased after him, “Salem Skellington, you get back here right now!” She demanded, “You think you can just walk away after saying something like that?” She shoved his shoulder, not hard, but enough to show him her frustration. “I’m not going to let you go and get hurt or whatever. Now who’s after you, tell me what’s really going on?”

Salem stopped, turning back to Elva . It was better if he stayed far away from her, why was she stopping him? He barely moved when she shoved him, surprising considering he was almost always swaying on his feet. “It’s nothing that serious, you know me. I just can’t stay out of trouble.” He shrugged, looking everywhere but directly at her. The bar fight that caused all this really wasn’t that serious, he had just meant he was bound to get in trouble again because he always did. It was in his nature to invoke chaos. “C’mon, Elva. You know it’s not good for you to get involved with me. I’ll just screw up your life... that’s why you don’t want to hang out anymore,” he muttered the unfair words, knowing they would hurt and he hated himself for saying it. It was just so painful to feel so much for Elva and know that he was too screwed up to ever have her.

thefirstmate‌:

     not quite the reaction harry had grown accustomed to in auradon. “aye, that would be right.” now the boy had his full attention. it wasn’t every day that someone actually challenged a pirate of all people to a drinking contest. “really think ye can drink a pirate under the table?? alright, i’ll bite. ye got a deal. an’ i’ll be looking forward tae ‘earing all o’ ‘bout halloween town.”

     the former ghost grinned when his offer was accepted. drinking against a pirate would certainly be a challenge but not one that salem couldn’t handle. “i think, never say never.” he chuckled, shaking his head excitedly. “sure. okay, so should we find a bar then?” or the skellington boy had plenty of alcohol at his place if the pirate rather do the contest in private.

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.

ghcstlng‌:

Fingers deftly sewed through the varying colors of fabric, melding two completely different patterns into one piece. No matter how oddly matched they appeared, the final product always looked good to Sally. There was a whimsical positive in the oddity of her creations; no one looked alike, and no one else in Auradon would dare sell them. Which, she thought was a true shame, but it had been the reason which spurred her to open up a shop all of her own in the first place. A soft ‘mhm’ sounded from her as she continued to work, glancing up every few seconds to catch Salem’s gaze. “Oh, I’m sure you can find new ways to give people a good spook. This is a chance for you to get even more creative. Use all that gelatinous mass our heads are filled with,” A wry smile curled onto her lips, and she paused, leaning forward on her elbows to peer at Salem directly. “Tell you what. Tell me what you’ve tried already, and maybe we can brainstorm something new. What do you say?”

As much as he adored his mother, it was hard to be around her these days. Every cell of his physical being wanted to tell her the truth, confess everything and relieve himself of the burden of all his secrets. It was odd how much becoming human had changed him. He had been human once, long ago, but he hardly remembers that life and he knows the afterlife has been much kinder to him anyways. “Do you think I can become as good as dad someday?” He asked suddenly, already knowing what his mother would say but he wanted to hear it anyways. How anyone survived without a mother like his, he would consider that the ultimate mystery. “Really?” His whole face lit up as he began to explain to her some of the usual tricks he used. “Jumping out at people just doesn’t have the same effect anymore now that my face is all --- normal. And I can’t turn invisible anymore !”

“I’m still dead, I can’t stay like this forever, I don’t think so anyways.” He shrugged, very unconcerned about his state of life or afterlife. “It’s more like I’m possessing a body made especially for me.” The wonders of magic. While he would have been perfectly happy to inhabit Auradon in his ghost form, an agreement had been reached that it was better if he was not in such a disfigured form.

@graveghcst

“So, explain to me again how one just goes about un-dying. As far as any of the spirits back at the mansion are aware, death is a fairly permanent state of being.” It was a concept she simply couldn’t seem to wrap her head around. “I, for one, know that there are several happy haunts who would much rather maintain their lack of life.”

blvcksail‌:

“You’re right, we aren’t playing a game. But if you’d like to, I return us to our previous question of whether or not you can drown. If you can’t, you win. If you can, the victory is mine. Though I should be clear that I won’t be performing any mouth to mouth if the latter happens to be the case.” There’s a brief pause as she takes a step towards the other. “What say you? It’s only life or death.”

“I can’t --- it’ll ruin my hair.” He ran his fingers through his wild locks. Truthfully, he disliked water because he was afraid of seeing waterlogged figures underneath its depths. They were some of the worst figures, eternally trapped in a cycle of unawareness and drowning. “Besides, I need more than just bragging rights to get motivated, otherwise it’s no fun.”

thefirstmate‌:

    harry would have laughed at the idea of him being related to any of those prissy princesses if it wasn’t so offensive. “yeah – no. i ain’t related to any o’ them fairy tale losers. sorry tae disappoint an’ all. i’m a hook, not a prince.”

   “ hook --- pirate ! ” he exclaimed with an excited smile. “ that means ya know how to drink, yeah? wanna make a bet? if you can beat me in a drinking contest then --- i’ll tell you all about halloween town. if i beat you then --- ah, you owe me a bottle of the famed pirate rum i hear all about. deal? ”

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.

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.

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.