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wickedissms‌:

“She’s in love and he’s a liar,” Maleficent suggested, as though that explained everything. She wasn’t wrong about the latter part. “You could ask him yourself, he’d probably forget you even know Elva.” She touched his cheek, invading his space like she planned to invade his mind. It was hard to contain her glee. Never had things fallen into place so easily. He was practically begging for her to take advantage of him.  “I can, but it will require you to trust me.”

“She’ll freeze him to death if that’s true but I will ask him.” His thoughts were straying until she brought him back with a touch of her. It was sad how starved he was for real human contact. “Okay, yeah, I’ll trust you. Please, I just need the ghosts to be gone. I want to be better again.” Begging at this point, he wasn’t ashamed, he had gotten used to and forgotten that feeling one too many bottles ago.

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.”

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.

atlashawkins‌:

“That was amazing. I wish I could play the violin. I can only play bass. I loved your performance. The song was really beautiful.” She says, bouncing excitedly. “Want a beer?” She had a fake id and the people here knew her, they usually would let her drink.

“Ah, yeah, I don’t know anything about those sorts of instruments.” For him, playing the violin was like riding a bike. It came naturally to him but in reality he had no memory of learning it when he was alive for the first time. “Ye -- ah, no?” He sighed, shaking his head. “Not right now. I don’t know what I want.”

atlashawkins‌:

“I could show you sometime if you wanted? It’s a really cool instrument. Not as cool as the violin though. It’s my favorite. I want to learn.” She smiles at him. “No problem. When you know what you want I’ll get it for ya.”

“I’ll pass.” Shit. He was definitely being rude but Salem never thought before he spoke and he had no real interest in learning about other instruments. “Water. I should probably just have water.”

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)

wickedissms‌:

“Yes…the lonely little princess from Arendelle.” Maleficent could see that girl was a ball of chaos all on her own, no prodding needed. “Alone? Why not try and win her over?” And cause them both more pain in the process, “Love means fighting for the person you care about, doesn’t it? Who is she in love with that is so much better than you?” She skipped forward, “Did you think about my offer?”

“She’s not that lonely.” She had Harry if they were still together. “Win her over?” He laughed, shaking his head. “He's already better because he’s not me. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a little screwed up.” And damn did it hurt to admit that out loud. “Offer? Sorry --- I uh, was really drunk. You’re going to have to remind me.”

        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.