#creeptalk

[trashcanalienist]

It's all fucking shit it's all just fucking shit.

Rotten wood just rotten fucking wood eaten away inside by insects swarming. Worms and crawling things beetles and centipedes. Rotten fucking figurehead upon the beach swelled to bursting, you look at it and sigh and shake your head and say well that's a damn shame

It's a damn shame such a beautiful sculpture, a beautiful form like that, carved feminine beauty, all rotten and bloated and used up. And filled with insects.

She knows what I'm feeling lovely lady that she is, I've just read about it, she knows the insects swarming beneath the skin, the unbearable how unbearable feeling

Want to cut it out cut it open pull them out. God I am so helpless lover, but none could ever love me, nor even make love to me, such a stench of wooden decay, stiff and warped and skittering with those clustered things of nightmare feelings. Cut me open cut me open, rip it out of me, excise, remove, cut me til I am nothing but a pile of red ribbons but empty of badminded insectoid life. They're in my blood, centipedes crawling, filthy legs tickling my veins oh I cannot take it

Do bad things to me, okay? I can't stand it. God, this can't be love. It feels too much like rape. keeping me close with your apologies but you won't ever stop, violent impaler, because you don't have to and you don't want to. Too much effort for you, you whine, fucking whining, too much effort to have to not gore me with your ridiculous fucking horns. It's just not fair after the day you've had that you shouldn't get to shake them about. It was a mistake anyways, you didn't mean to do it. Really it's my fault for not leaping out of the way in time. I'm sick of this rodeo bullshit fucking killer

Killers, all I ever get are killers. I'd rather find someone who'll say he'll kill me and then do it, I can't stand the shattering of my tarnished soul every time it hits the ground anew, id rather no one ever pick it up. I'd rather no one ever claim to hold it safely because no one ever will. Just tell me you'll be bad and then be bad. I'm sick of lies and I'm sick of liars. No one's ever good but that's all they ever say.

I'm not capable of those nice things. Nice people don't want me. They can smell the beetles chewing away at me and they keep their pristine selves far removed to avoid infestation. I didnt. Want these fucking bugs I didn't fucking want them theyre not mine I didn't fucking want them

[nonbinaricorpse]

Update/Question:

Alright so uh..hi! It's been a while. I'm not exactly sure what I should stop or improve upon to get my art and ideas seen more here on Tumblr. This also isn't the only social media I have by the way! I plan to link my instagram here soon for those interested. I have a few ideas that I'm working on but I'll only post them here if I know they'll have interaction.

How would you feel if I started up an ask blog? I have an idea for several and I'm working on character designs currently. Most likely even if they don't end up here it doesn't mean they won't be made at all. Even if I don't post them here, I will find a place for them.

So, thank you again! Let me know what you think.

- CR33PAZ01D

⬆️READ ABOVE AND DONT SCROLL PLZ!⬆️ (/nm, /srs)

[creepypasta-fandom-is-trash]

I noticed some people have unfollowed since the dank noodles drama.

And y'know what I say?

I will not support transphobes, pedophiles (or MAPs), child abusers, or ANYONE out to harm others. if you don't like that then unfollow me right this second.

This has been another CreepTalk.

[rt-closetcryptic]

So life has been crazy with well everything! However despite that Im back and am going to try to try and get back to posting.

Im also going to spend a weekend tagging all my art that could possible trigger people for younger me never realized or thought it could. Mostly Gore and phobia related! I'm so sorry about that. Once I have that done I'll change my bio with the tags for them or make a post about it.

Besides that I have indeed deleted some old blogs that I never use anymore, such like Writertale. I was keeping it there thinking I would one day just redo it, but I'll be honest. I really wont seeing how I really don't like Undertale that much anymore. I might keep the concept of it alive somehow.

Anyways besides that I am going to revamp my Moth and Needles ask blog for those who follow it! For those who have no idea what that is, its an ask blog I made a while back for two of my "shadows" characters Nancy (a crazed mil nurse) and Spades (an eater in a high ranking.) It became dead due to well life. Depression just likes to hold me hostage some times :/.

Oh! I've also slowly been drawing a comic of an Idea I got back in 2015 involving sonic characters! I've just slowly been drawing it out for I have not a single clue on how to draw comics at all. If I continue it the first act should be out sometime this year. Hopefully...

That's all I have for now. Until next chat! I hope you all have a wonderful time and that y'all matter.

[trashcanalienist]

Love me, lover, and I will die. I know not how to manage such things. Help me to suffer, and I will love you for it and in spite of it and all around it. But love me, and I will die, my love. In eyes like red stones Elric knows that of which I speak. You do not, you cannot, passionate beast of mine, prowling animal whom I love so well, you are such a thing of action, of ambition, of wanting and of taking and of having. I have never been good at these things. All I am capable of wanting is you, and even so my desires must be twisted so that I am not ripped open and left to bleed all my lives one after the other onto the frosted ground. My master, willfully chosen, willfully surrendered to, willfully submitted to. That is the only way I can call you mine. The other is so impossible it would kill me. Use me, hurt me, bleed me, want me, like me, need me, o please need me, please. But never love me. I know not how to live with such things.

[trashcanalienist]

Destruction devastation? What devastation? Such elation, prized creation, who cares. Caring caring. Bleed me dry my love and I will be yours like paper in a book, like pages, thin and dry and rustling, read me all you want I'll show you every last drop of ink. Touch your sharpened pen to me and scratch whatever you wish in such permanent black, I am yours if you'll but hurt me and keep me. Manic madness doleful dolorous, Dolores, sweet petulant Lo, her actions are only those of the blackened and desperate, her life nevermore will be her own. My killer left me, why bother seeking normalcy, Lo? Your life is not my own. Once bitten twice shy, or else I'll lie and pretend so, but don't I just love it when he's so bad bad bad to me, don't I just love it when he's pleased with my suffering. Means it's for something. Means it's okay. Here the big difference lies - he'll keep me, he'lll like me, want me. In my fear and in my eagerness he wants me. No matter what I endure he wants me. He'll not leave me, he'll not throw me away. He likes that I like it. Simplest thing yet most important. That barest, basest acceptance makes it easy to want to be his. Kill me, lover, and I'll be yours, gladly.

[trashcanalienist]

My lover for whom I give everything. For his enjoyment alone I will dance the puppet-dance of the obedient slave, and love every bleeding step of it.

The one I don't want to talk to. He hurt me so, he hurt me so, and I do not want it from him. When he hurts me I don't deserve it. I only wanted to pretend to be normal, to pretend to be acceptable, to be loveable, even, so I made up a lie and believed it but he tore it down and my false humanity with it. In the bouts of melancholy rage he inspires it is easier to be a dancing demon for my lover but oh, o, O, it is so impossible to be worth anything more.

My guiding star, so far off his own course. Or perfectly directly on it. Fate will show. I will be inconsolable. I will not know how to exist. I do not think I can live without him. All the same I think sometimes these days. I think sometimes. But he loves me and needs me and I love him and need him and so like children of the forge we are twisted together in molten desperation and never shall part. So I pray.

My circus master who treats me like the monkey on a bicycle. I'll do everything so right and still he goads me to ride faster, better, I'll wobble just a little and feel the cruel lick of the whip. May I never fail him during a show - I dare not imagine what would be my payment.

The albino. My friend in suffering. In him I find the solace of helpless company. More than any other of our ilk I feel he understands, and I him. Also we could not be more different and can never understand the other's suffering, so distinct is the horror and the agony of the individual. I can feel the shrill shriek of the dentist's drill inside my head, the frenzied gnawing of the rat at my ribcage, the cold comforting grip of the metal talons slicing into my flesh. Falcon is thy name-bird. Falcon, carry me away. If thy predator's claws should rend me to the bone, I shall thank thee for it. Not as I would my lover, mind - simply as the scorpion thanks the fox. I would not sting you, friend. We are both already drowning without that final help.

[trashcanalienist]

Rick Mitchell is a good husband and father for making the sacrifice to give up his lifelong dream, his hand-built wooden cabin, for the benefit of his family. He is also a human being, and that is an incredible personal sacrifice, and he is an incredible human being for making that sacrifice - for choosing the responsibility of his role as Husband And Father over the individual happiness of his Personhood. And that's the movie (part of it) - our parents are people too, and we often aren't aware of sacrifices they've made because we see them as parents first and people second (and this is natural as children have never lived without their parents being their parents).