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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.

Salem had a lot of guilt building up in every single pore of his body. He had yet to tell his parent’s of his new ability as a human and not to mention the addictive habits he was hiding. Thankfully, his mother always warned him before coming to visit so he had been able to take the bare minimum of his daily dose of drugs to keep himself sane but at least of a somewhat sound mind. It was a good thing odd behavior was the usual for him, drugs or no drugs. “Fascinating?” He repeated in a questioning tone, as he continued to search through the clothing patches. Salem loved simply sitting with his mother as she worked, playing with the fabrics as he listened to her speak. “I liked being a ghost. Easier to scare people that way,” he mumbled like a petulant child.

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Though knowing full well that her children were fully grown adults, she was also aware that they shared their father’s affinity for mischief making. While Sally herself found the trait to be endearing, she realized that other’s in Auradon might not exactly take well to some of their… antics, not in the way their parents could. Some people just didn’t understand what they viewed as ‘too different’, or downright 'weird’. So, she wanted to make sure she checked in on them every now and again. Not pestering, but simply as a mother who wanted her children to know that she would always be there for them. Pale fingers sifted through a basket filled to the brim with various clothing patches, colorful fabric also strewn about the floor around her sewing station. “You know, I almost miss stitching myself together after a nasty spill,” she mused lightly, gaze traveling to Salem with a small smile. “Then again, it’s still so fascinating, being this way. Don’t you think?”

the smiths - unloveable

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.

        before coming to auradon, salem had at least some idea of what he would look like. as a ghost, he looked relatively human minus being see through and having a mangled face from what he assumed had been a gruesome passing. his mother said it made him beautifully horrifying and her opinion was all that mattered. however, seeing his brother looking completely human was a little unsettling even in his fogged up mind. the younger had definitely been indulging himself that morning. ❝ you could --- but it doesn’t benefit you, ❞ he mused with a chuckle. salem would be devastated if their parent’s found out but until it happened, he was still all smiles. ❝ mom and dad would just make me go back home... ❞ and that was not something he deserved. becoming a ghost again would take the easy way out of the hole he had dug for himself.

     SKELLINGTON,   SALEM  &&  SKELLINGTON,   CESAR   .

           seeing his brother during their time in auradon was like looking at a stranger.   never once had the skellington family been human  (  at least,  not in the years that cesar had been alive ).   he hated it,  being human.   there was nothing that made him unique,  or better yet,  horrifying in any way.   here he as simply normal,  just like everyone else.   it was utterly despicable.    ❝   you’re pretty damn lucky mom and dad aren’t around.   they’d be pissed if they could see how fucked up you are right now.   ❞   the elder skellington points out,  tossing his cigarette to the ground and crushing it under his doc martens.    ❝    or,  you know,  i could always just tell them.   ❞   he says slyly,  speaking almost like a maniacal twelve year - old.   even as he grew older,  he turned to blackmail to get whatever he wanted.

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

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

WATCH OUT !! It’s the 🇸​🇰​🇪​🇱​🇱​🇮​🇳​🇬​🇹​🇴​🇳​ boys !

@ryclties  @pumpkinscrown

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

lilxxterror‌:

“You should take me with you when you go back. I want to see the place where my dad and my other, i guess you can say, relatives are from.” She knew once the goal was completed here, she rather leave to Halloween Town then stay here or go back to the Isle.

“I can’t do that,” he spoke, still smiling. “Who’s your dad?” His own dad had told him to be careful of who he let into Halloween Town, it wasn’t exactly a safe place for humans. Most of the citizens themselves would do no harm to an outsider but being scared to death was quite a real possibility.

blvcksail‌:

“Why wouldn’t you be able to drown? You’re not merfolk, are you?” The second question came out more as an accusation than anything else. Despite her own use of the gifts her mother’s blood had given her, her father’s stories had made her wary of her fellow children of the sea. “Well?”

“There’s things out there that can breath underwater that don’t come from the ocean,” he mused, giving no further answer. It was no secret that he came from Halloween Town and aside from his ability, he would have been an odd one anyways. Which explained why he rarely gave a straight answer to anything.

icyelva‌:

Elva sighed, “Salem…” She didn’t know how to follow it. Once upon a time, they had been very close, and then the drugs and the parties…it was so dangerous for Elva to have any friends at all. But someone like Salem, who was full of potential for volatile emotions, was especially vulnerable. “Ten minutes.”

The male glanced over, resisting the urge to frown when she said nothing more. “You know ---- I think they’re already gone,” he started, pulling away from Elva. This was a mistake. He had screwed up by asking her for help. “I should get going.”

     “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.”

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nokingcharlie‌:

♛ — “I would have thought they would be talking about other stuff, like whatever is going with the VKs.” He replied back. “A drink doesn’t sound too bad. I’m sure those who are wanting to see what i’m up to would think I’m just back to my partying ways.” — ♛

“Because that topic is a total mood killer. Why talk about politics when you can talk about something safe like what’s up with a returning royal.” Salem knew there was plenty of gossip about him but standards were much different in Halloween Town. “Then come to my place. I have plenty of beer and other shit. If they don’t see you, they have nothing to talk about.”

icyelva‌:

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Elva chuckled despite herself. She glanced behind them. “Just stay with me for an hour and they’ll lose their nerve, everyone does around me.” And they should, she was dangerous. She sighed and tucked her arm into Salem’s. This way it could just be for the act, she didn’t have to admit anything to him. Definitely not that she missed him.

I don’t. The words wanted to come out with the same ferocity he used to chase a high but coming from him, he knew they would offer no comfort. He was too much of a mess to be a good friend anymore. “I doubt they’ll follow me for that long, I’m not worth all that trouble. Ten minutes tops."

lilxxterror‌:

“Me!” She said gleefully as she stood in front of him. Not a smart thing to do considering here she was walking alone at night in the woods but she knows nothing would dare to hurt her.  She can tell he was on something by the grin on his face. “I’ve heard stories about that place, very interesting stories, that makes me wish I could have the chance to visit one day.” Irey remembered hearing things from Lock, Shock, and Barrel when they talked about Halloween Town and it just made her want to go badly. 

His eyes followed her movements, easily able to keep track of her in the dark. Maybe it was a Halloween Town thing since they lived in grey days and dim light all the time. “It’s the best place. I’m going to go back someday for good.” Someday when he could figure out his mess and get his life cleaned up.

i’m standing out here          in the pouring rain                   begging for salvation.                                               ‘cash or credit?’                                                they ask.       but my pockets—                     they’re empty!                                   i’m rich in sin alone.

ready or not, hell here i come | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

Taking a walk while high as kite, Salem felt that it was the best way to pass the time when he was in a good mood. However, taking that walk alone in a forest may have been a mistake. If anything was amiss, he failed to notice as he brushed his fingertips along low hanging leaves, giggling as it disturbed the water dew that had begun to collect on the delicate nature. It made him think of all the fanciful things that he missed about home and he started lamenting out loud until a new voice caught him guard. “Who’s asking?” He asked with a roguish grin as he turned to face the owner of the voice.

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Irey was on her way back to the school late at night. She was just getting back from talking with her dad in the forest, letting him know about what she heard. As she’s walking, she hears someone talking out loud about Halloween town and it intrigues her instantly. She sees this someone stumbling through the forest and she can tell that maybe they’re intoxicated in someway but regardless she walks over to them. “Hey you know about Halloween Town?”

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?

Ernest Hemingway (via thequotejournals)

twenty one pilots // chlorine

blvcksail‌:

For just a second, Eden debated asking what was so special about Tuesdays. She quickly decided against it. “The only thing I’m considering, is whether or not you’re worth the effort it would take to drown you,” she hissed, lips pulled back in disgust as she looked over the other. It would be easy enough to cover up. 

“Doubt I’m worth the trouble. I’m quite squirmy,” he embellished with a wiggle of his fingers. Not to mention he was also the son of the famous Pumpkin King but he never liked bringing that up unless the situation was dire. “I wonder if I can drown,” he mused since he had formerly been a ghost.

blvcksail‌:

“Witty. And here I thought all you’d be able to manage was some pathetic, drugged up giggling.” Likely her least favorite response when dealing with potheads. His answer might’ve even made her smile had she not been so annoyed with the situation already. “As for a date, trust me when I say you couldn’t handle it.”

“No, that’s only on Tuesdays, the special day.” Salem had no filter, no sense of when to stop but he enjoyed living life that way. Truthfully, it was the only way he knew how to survive. “Ah, but you’re considering it. That’s what matters,” he teased, knowing she most likely found him just as annoying as everyone else did.

blvcksail‌:

Emitting a groan, Eden reached forward and smacked the other upside the head before taking his face between her hands. Her pupils seemed to shrink as she stared into his, searching for…something. After a moment, she released him with a bit of a shove backwards. “Ugh, you’re utterly useless.”

“ Ow--- ! ” His small cry of pain was cut off as she stared into his eyes but there was nothing to find but a glazed over look. That was the whole point of being high. No one would ever know that their was more to him. “Ya gotta take me on a date first before you start talking dirty,” he finally responded with a grin when he snapped out of his daze.

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.

“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.

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

@icyelva

The timing was terrible but Salem had no choice but to walk up to the closest person nearby and that happened to be Elva. A girl he was crushing on hard but she wanted nothing to do with him. “ ‘M sorry, please just pretend to talk to me for a few minutes. I’ll leave as soon as I can,” he spoke in a low and hurried tone, glancing behind them every so often.

“People are curious, man. They want all the gossip.” He chuckled, talking casually with the elder brother of the king. “In my opinion, you should go for a drink to take your mind off it if it’s that stressful.” Of course that would be the Skellington boy’s first suggestion.

♛ — “People are … testing me today.” Charlie rested his forehead in his left hand, a look of exhaustion on his face. “I regret telling people that I’m back at Aurodan as the new coach for both the Tourney and Fencing teams. It’s raising alot of questions as to why I even left in the first place.” — ♛

( MAXENCE DANET-FAUVEL, 20, HE/HIM )┊ SALEM SKELLINGTON is the child of JACK & SALLY and they have THREE SIBLINGS. they seem to enjoy living in auradon.  i’ve heard they’re known to be SINCERE + DEPENDENT. we’ll be keeping an eye on them to see how they’ll write their own story.

TW MENTIONS OF ADDICTION

the middle son of the pumpkin king

salem is pansexual and hyperactive af

he’s got very low and high moods due to the constant smoking and drinking he does

they are his unhealthy coping methods for dealing with the voices of the dead that constantly want to talk to him

in halloween town, he was a ghost and so as a normal human in auradon, he still has ties to the after life that let him (often unwillingly) speak with spirits

he found out that being under the influence helps keep the voice away because it weakens his mental capabilities and therefore weakens the connections

the spirits don’t scare him considering he was surrounded by all sorts of supernatural creatures in his home town but the spirits that linger behind and speak with him often had tragic or unexpected ends and take his mind down very dark roads

he keeps his ability a secret from his parents because he knows they would want him to learn how to use it when he would rather get rid of it all together

his siblings might be the only ones that know about his abilities, depending how close they are

but anyone that does know his secret, siblings included, expect him to be very clingy and constantly seeking them out for comfort

also since becoming human, he’s gotten tattoos that resemble his mother’s ragdoll stitches, they wrap around his arms, legs, throat, and even his chest (think simple black lines, nothing graphic). he’s very much a mama’s boy so he did them to honor her and because he could never get tattoos as a ghost. his mother did draw the line at getting them on his face when he told her about his idea.

his parents give him an allowance for rent but he does odd jobs here and there to earn cash for his unhealthy addictions but those addictions never allow him to keep a job for long

overall, he seems very happy and sometimes annoyingly immature but he’s a very genuine guy that uses a smile to mask a lot of pain.

WANTED CONNECTIONS/PLOTS

roommates;; could be someone he’s letting crash at his place for free since his parents pay his rent or someone that pays half the rent and he just pockets the extra cash

ex-friends;; a friendship that ended probably because they couldn’t cope with his wild ways and would rather leave than see him spiral out of control

exes;; most likely ended for similar reasons as above or they both could have been toxic partners and realized they were only dragging each other down

good influence;; he needs any good influence he can get or at least someone that’s willing to check on him once in awhile to make sure he’s alive

secret keeper;; somebody outside of his siblings that he’s trusted with his secret, the why can be plotted out

childhood friends;; bring him some friends from halloween town !

manipulator;; a vk or villain that found out about his ability and wants to use it for their own gain or they see how unstable he is and want to exploit that since he’s the son of jack skellington

unrequited crush;; somebody that he’s crushing on but either won’t let himself admit it because he knows he would be bad for them or they know but can’t return his feelings unless he’s willing to clean up his act

toxic friendship;; anyone with the same/similar bad habits as him

leave a like if you want to plot with him !