#ghoulishrick

[wentwayward]

ghoulishrick replied to your post: Curious. How did this CD get next to the small...

I’m gonna break that CD

But I want to see what’s on it...?

[saidhisname]

cont from here with @ghoulishrick

“My point is...” 

“My expectations of a zombie isn’t let down for once. You look gnarly.” 

[shipstealing]

@ghoulishrick   /   liked .

“   WHERE DO YOU   get off on this ??   what the   FUCK   is happening to me !?   i told you not to fucking   TOUCH   me you piece of shit !   my fucking   HAIR   is falling out   ---   EVERYTHING IS !   ”

[avvikande-blog1]

@ghoulishrick : Eat it. - "Wh.... No!! I-I-I-- what???"

[ifhollicould-moved]

@ghoulishrick replied to your post:

Watches off in the distance.

     There! It’s not her usual color, but hey, she’ll give a dark purple a shot. It’s not red or pink. But it doesn’t look half bad. 

     Holli draws the tip of her finger around the edge of her lips, wiping off any excess. Then she parts her lips wide enough so she can stick her finger into her mouth. She closes around it and pulls it out, nice and slow to make sure not to mess up any of her lipstick. A nice ring of purple now decorates the outside of her finger when it’s pulled away. Couldn’t risk getting that inner part of her painted lip onto her teeth. That’d look TACKY.

      When she finishes, she looks up at her favorite zombie – hell, he’s the only zombie she knows, lets be honest – and grins.

        ❛  What’cha think? I think the color’s plum or something.  ❜

[huntressthewizardarchive]

@ghoulishrick

Seeing the undead wander on nights in the forest was not uncommon. Usually Huntress Wizard would bump into a skeleton or zombie or two on her usual midnight routes, but whether they were hostile or not was always a fifty-fifty, and even rarer were they intelligent. 

This one seemed to be carrying a guitar however, white as bone with a skull carved on the base. Perhaps it was one of Marceline’s friends-- she was always bringing in new musicians to play duets with. Strange though, she couldn’t remember if the Vampire Queen was holding a concert in the woods tonight or not.

The half-dryad stared at him for a few brief moments, luminous emerald eyes studying him. How to tell if it was a free-thinker or just another mindless shambler? She would have to perform an intelligence check.

“...S’up?”

[spacepiratericky]

((Pirata de los Muertos.

Picking up my fusion hobby again. Actually, this one, I’m not sure why I didn’t do it a long time ago.

Fusion of Ricky and @ghoulishrick. Fusion song would be ‘Step into my Coffin’ by Zombie Ghost Train. ))

[wentwayward]

@ghoulishrick

     “R-Rick...I need help...” 

     Nervous voice and a gentle tugging at his sleeve announces her presence. Milky eyes staring up at the old rotter, looking incredibly distressed. And reasonably so. After all, it wouldn’t be hard to notice that she was down a limb. Her left arm was utterly missing, leaving only half her upper arm to her shoulder, the blackened flesh and paled yellow glimpse of bone beneath deteriorated tissue showing no signs of force, looking more likely that it had simply tore away with gravity as muscle could no longer hold up against the necrosis.

     “What do I do....”