Fiendish Delights

Desert dwelling ghoul. Likes chaos, gold and scaring dicks back up into bodies. tracking tag: ghoulishmallory

[ghoulish-mallory]

finally fixed the music on mal’s blog, oof.

[yesterdaysprint]

Eau Claire Leader, Wisconsin, May 18, 1917

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might fuck around might practice a dead religion

might resurrect a slain god with my faith

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[ghoulish-mallory]

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“…isn’t salt always raw?” It was a rhetorical question, but she was sure that they didn’t cook salt. It didn’t really matter anyway, and she reached into the greasy bag to grab one while she contemplated if she was actually going to do this. She did take pause, trying to fight the laughter that was bubbling up. “Yeah, we’re the weird ones.”

Fuck it, she was going to do it. If things went south, she had ways to protect herself. Granted, they may not because she wasn’t sure just what she was dealing with, but she’d figure that out if she needed to. Right now, she was just focused on the money. Besides, having someone to talk to for a moment wouldn’t be that bad. 

Hand was already reaching out for the money while she nodded towards a beat up black pick up parked nearby. “Sounds like a deal. That’s my truck. Only rule I have for it is don’t touch the radio, ‘cause the last person who did made me listen to some creepy end of the word preachin’ stuff.” 

Mallory considered her retort for a long moment before looking at her like she was the one who didn’t get the memo on salt. Nonetheless he didn’t answer; he knew what those companies did down in their basements - he was in there, he experienced it firsthand. Salt was the littlest of her problems. “Yeah, ya are. Y’all evolved on this rock all kinds of fucked up.” He mused as he shamelessly watched her take a fry out.

The ghoul relinquished the money - so much easier than gold, holy shit. He could throw paper away no problem. In the middle of his internal glee he found himself sparing her his full attention once more, inverted eyes glancing over towards the truck she had motioned to.

The smile started creeping in until she mentioned her rule and why it was in place.

“Well shit that’s my jam, sweets.” Preaching the end of all things was part of his job. Old job? Or still current job? Who the hell knew anymore. “A’right, a’right, I’ll not go doing a sermon in your truck, lady.” The small ghoul scampered over to the vehicle, not at all hesitating to encourage her to hurry up like an eager child.

[ghoulish-mallory]

pantslessoptimism‌:

Sophie wasn’t sure what the stranger was, but he wasn’t actively trying to kill her, so that was a plus compared to some of the other creatures she had encountered in her life. Granted, she was at the point where she had become numb to the supernatural–most of the time, she barely got past the point of research anymore, so earning some money from something she should be trying to kill was a novel idea. 

“Just picture salt. Salt is all they really taste like, but it’s good salt,” she wasn’t sure why she was trying to explain the taste, but she felt compelled to. Like she felt bad that he wasn’t able to enjoy them. 

That was more than she could probably make hustling pool this late, and while she had others ways to make money, this seemed easier–and he seemed less sketchy then some she could encounter if she went other routes. “I’m not headed far, just warning you.”

“Saaalt.” He toyed with the word on his tongue, “I remember salt. Had a lot of it back home. Never ate it raw, though.” To be fair, he probably didn’t remember most of the things he used to eat. Been too long, living the unlife - the few strong things he could register kept him sane, though. “Fuckin’ weird mortals.”

See, Tosh, he could get shit done in the modern age on his own. Look at him, socializing, who knows maybe something beautiful could come from this adventure. Actually he totally intended to make use of her services.

Oh he had fun when they didn’t ask questions, look at her ready to go. Sorry mortal, he has a hundred plans going at once in this head of his. The ghoul reached a hand into his low hanging harem pants and pulled out a single bill that he pinched between two stitched fingers, “Distance ain’t a problem, babe. I’ll give ya one hundy now and the other hundy when we arrive. A’right?”

[ghoulish-mallory]

(*≧▽≦) Mallory & Tosha being biffs!!! (≧∇≦*)

[ghoulish-mallory]

pantslessoptimism‌:

All Sophie wanted to do was enjoy her greasy food and watch crappy television. Money had been tight, hence her enjoying the dollar menu, spending much of her recent earnings on a motel room that had cable and was reasonably clean. She had been engrossed in her phone, looking up the nearest bar in hope of it having a pool table before she heard the voice. 

She thought it was just a typical cat-caller, but the offer of money left her intrigued. “Hey, this stuff isn’t that bad. I mean, the fries are like crack,” she responded, but she did stop. There was no way she trusted him, but she was willing to entertain him for the moment. 

“…might have a ride. How much cash we talkin’?”

The moment she responded he knew he had her attention. Never fucking mind how clearly undead he was, money was on the table and she was after it. Mallory could jive with someone who had priorities and that could overlook his stitched together state of being. For now, at least; he did like to make people uncomfortable just as much.

“I wouldn’t know, taste buds ain’t what they used to be.” He said with a grin, arm slipping off the wall as he shuffled onto the sidewalk to appear more conversational. Shit, he couldn’t do anything about how sketchy he may look but he could sure as heck ease the gal before common sense kicked in.

“I got two hundy to start, sweets. Ya need only take me as far as you are going.”

[ghoulish-mallory]

@pantslessoptimism

An explosion of smoke billowed out of the alleyway this late eve; it was followed by a lot of coughing and a dull glow that rapidly faded away as Mallory’s spell came to an end. The short man stumbled his way to the mouth of the alley and placed an arm up to lean out, catching his figurative breath.

Well shit, this wasn’t at all his destination and look-y here, he lost his goddamn scientist. The corpse’s hand rubbed over his face, pulling the stitched together skin down and then up again before it sank into the tangled locks of hair. His inverted eyes scanned the sidewalk left to right; then he saw her, like a fucking angel herself with a bag of... what’s it called? Fast food? Look at her, hardly dolled up - just getting by if he had to guess. Not a lot of gold- money, they use money these days. He could work with this.

“Eeey’ babe.” The ghoul called as she approached his position, “You lookin’ to, uhh-uh, eat somethin’ that ain’t that stuff? I got cash money if you got a ride.”

[ghoulish-mallory]

you're positively rolling in bitches. how are you playing this rotten corpse card so well? what's your secret??

@sovereigncityslasher

“Oh that’s an easy one, fella. You can fit a lot of shit in this bad boy.” Mallory padded his chest and abdomen with both hands, clearly over the autopsy scar. “Bitches love when you hold their shit for em’. Best one love it when you steal shit with em’!”

“Besides that... think I’m pretty charming myself. Lookin’ for a mentor, kiddo?”

[ghoulish-mallory]

“That looks infected.. ”

@carceconduit

“...You’re fuckin’ with me. You gotta be fuckin’ with me, little buddy.”

[ghoulish-mallory]

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✖ — a repressed memory@bloodxinxthexshadows​

Fun fact: Mallory doesn’t have any repressed memories. He isn’t traumatized, guilty or remorseful over anything that has happened in the past. Everything is always very normal to Mallory, no matter how ridiculous it may appear to get.

He recounts every minute spent entombed for billions of years as the world was reborn and humanity evolved until he finally broke out. Mal remembers being turned into a ghoul by his gods; every dark corner of the crypt he spent months at a time within. All these things are completely okay in his book, just a part of his life and he has a healthy confrontation with things that have upset him to any degree.

That could potentially change but at this time he has no repressed memories. Everything is fine, even the huge fuck up that ended his civilization is fine. Him and his people knew what would happen and it did, oops. Time to do better!

[ghoulish-mallory]

extra goodies

 Send me “extra goodies” and I’ll tell you something that you’ll probably never learn about my character during rp.   @wiresandflora

Mallory actually does miss his ancient civilization. He really enjoys what the world has become and all the cool shit and rocking parties, but it isn’t the same. Tosha typically handles all the gadgets and the driving, etc. So while the experiences are always neat they lack a certain hands on appeal that he’s so used to.

People are different, obviously. There’s a lack of magic and sacrifices that doesn’t scent the air with iron. He misses the desert and the jungle, the wide and calm river that would branch off into a deadly waterfall. He misses his temple not being buried beneath the sands of time. This world doesn’t intimidate him, it’s just a playground. He is totally bored by the lack of horror and seemingly endless space because there’s so much architecture up now.

[ghoulish-mallory]

Mallory  L O V E S  parties. Specifically he loves raves - and the nastier one is the better in his book. He enjoys the environment a lot and it helps that he always leave with a load of treasure crammed inside his torso. So many shinies for his temple.

[ghoulish-mallory]

I wish I knew why the music player is being all fucky. ⊙︿⊙

[umeochazuke]

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“Cold and wet and dirty, you’re lookin’ might purdy

But I just dont understand why a dead girl’s gotta be the one true love for me

I’m a corpse grindin’ man”