“how’d You Get This?” From Fil

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.

So waking up always seems to hurt.

@wickedissms

thctsandcrscncy‌:

Wyatt watched the other male and smirked a little before his mask was removed from his face and they were now looking at each other. “I am here… good of you to notice… though I’m not too big of a fan of it here… I liked the isle… though it was good to seem where my mom used to live… you know it’s a museum now… stupid really… I mean I can walk straight in and used everything.” he admitted.

Salem nodded, thinking carefully since he now had the capacity to think before he spoke. “I don’t know about the Isle but Auradon’s... odd. In a not fun way,” he elaborated. Coming from Halloweentown, he had a rather warped perception of Auradon but he had grown used to it after awhile. “You should visit Halloweentown. It —- um I... you’re missed.”

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.

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wickedissms‌:

Maleficent closed her eyes and penetrated his mind. He was surprisingly gifted, probably because of all the difficult things he’d seen. Trauma was the best way to strengthen the mind from attack. They didn’t call it putting up walls for nothing. She filtered through the boring stuff, looking for connections. Elva, that was obvious, Harry hook, well he might be useful, but Uma would be the goal anyway and she already had that fish on the hook so to speak. His parents…they could be useful. They clearly loved him, how could she use him to get to them? That would be exciting. Finally she did what she said, built a barrier in his mind against the sensory input he didn’t want. She also left a little back door, one small enough for her to enter at any point. She opened her eyes, “Well? How do you feel?”

The physical touch of her fingertips, the feel of them falls away and instead, he feels like she is leaving fingerprints on his mind. Constantly, he felt a pressure on his mind from the voices and figures trying to claw their way inside without a care for what it did to him. After a moment, it all fell away. His mind didn’t feel empty but it felt free from the pressure that had been driving him into madness. It was a better euphoria than the drugs had ever given him and the bliss only broke when she spoke once again. “I feel --- amazing.” A large grin broke across his face and he pulled her into a hug before he could even register himself moving. “Thank you, really, you saved me.”

Salem could only keep up his happy facade for so many hours in the day. It was worse now that he was trying to stay sober and the beer in his hand was a sure sign it had been a losing battle so far. He had cut back on the amount he consumed but going cold turkey still terrified him. “hm?” He looked up at the approaching figure, forcing a smile to his lips. “What makes ya say that? I just needed a break. Ate one too many snow cones, ya know?”

@graveghcst

Maleficent had on her innocent disguise, having shape shifted to blend in with the happy Auradonians. Then she noticed one that was not so happy. A young man sitting in a dark corner of the festival all alone. “Not enjoying yourself?” She said, sounding as sweet as a typical princess.

@wickedissms

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