Wickedissms‌:

Hey, I am sober. I’ve been sober for two - almost two days now. It feels like 45 years.

wickedissms‌:

“I know it’s not, and I don’t expect it to.” Elva sighed, “But you don’t need something to help you, you need to get at the problem from its source.” She knew there was something about Salem and being out of Halloweentown that he struggled with, but she couldn’t say exactly what it was. “Talk to your parents, ask them how to fix this. If Fairy Godmother could dampen my powers there has to be some help for you.”

“No.” He could never go to his parents. They would call his powers a gift, they would force him to embrace them. “Wait -- she dampened your powers? Why didn’t you go to her sooner?” Part of it was Salem trying to distract from his own problem but he was curious why Fairy Godmother, who seemed to know everything, hadn’t approached Elva sooner.

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.

@wcstelavd

( 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 !

sweetmvsics‌:

        hair will be brushed away from her face by her own hand  .   stella is no  MIND READER  ,   but she likes to think she could read people decently  ,   still  .   something’s off  ,   she should  divert  the attention off of him  .      “  my mom had me learn piano since i was young –  ”    she’ll offer  ,   hazel eyes falling on the other  .     “  but lets just say i sing better than i play  ,   and my singing ?  pretty  basic  .  ”  

      the male nodded, unsure why she was telling him this. “ if you’re singing’s basic then there doesn’t seem much point,” he stated bluntly. “unless you actually enjoy singing then --- it can never just be basic.” thinking out loud is mostly what he was doing. mostly sober or not, he never had a good brain to mouth filter.

       the halloween prince was letting himself ride high on the good feelings of the festival. slightly tipsy but not wasted, he was trying to get better after all. “ damn, you caught me on the one day i don’t have my old friend jack daniels with me ! ” the male chuckled, offering his sympathies. “ but enjoy the good mood and let go. have you seen the face painting booth, yet? they got some wicked stuff going on, i’m thinking of asking to get a skull painted on me. ” a fitting tribute to his father.

          in  clutch  :  a  small  designer  wallet  in  her  right  hand  ,  and  a  tall  glass  of  pink  moscato  in  her  left  …  though  it’s  EMPTY  ,  by  now  .  the  spring  festival  ?  it’s  supposed  to  be  fun  .  it’s  supposed  to  be  happy  .  but  for  someone  like  charity  ?  it’s  only  BORING  .  there’s  talks  of  unity  ,  and  of  banishing  tensions  between  vks  and  aks  .  and  perhaps  all  that  is  good  ,  it’s  just  …  charity  doesn’t  care  .  after  all  —  it  hardly  concerned  her  .  she’s  an  ak  .  she’s  royalty  .  so  ,  cue  dramatics  !  she  wants  to  have  some  fun  of  her  own  .   “   SIGH  .  if  i’m  going  to  get  through  this  ,  i  don’t  need  another  drink  .  i  need  another  bottle  .   ”

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.

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.