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| What is the Creepypasta Journal?|
The Creepypasta Journal was originally a project i started almost a year ago. My original intention was to document every pasta creature and location, but things got in the way and the project was kind of left in the gutter. I've decided to make this group in an effort to revive the journal and give other deviant's the chance to make there own entries and contribution's.
How can I make a contribution?
A contribution to the journal can be made by making your own journal entry and adding it in to the group gallery. I will provide the textures that i have used if you can not or do not want to use your own.
How many journals/folders are there?
At the moment, there are six:
Rhys's Sketchbook lavendertownjournal.deviantart… lavendertownjournal.deviantart…
~ A redesign of the old entries and the writings of Rhys Williams
The old Journal lavendertownjournal.deviantart… ~ My original entries.
The public journal lavendertownjournal.deviantart… ~ speaks for itself
Dimelotu's Profiles lavendertownjournal.deviantart… ~ Kick Ass 3d Profiles of Pasta Monsters.
General Creepypasta Art lavendertownjournal.deviantart… ~ None journal related art cvan be uploaded here.
where can i get textures and resources??
Textures and resources can be found here: lavendertownjournal.deviantart…
Can i submit art that is unrelated to the journal entries?
Of course you can As long as it's creepypasta related then feel free to submit your art here: lavendertownjournal.deviantart…
How does the danger rating system work?
Lost Signal133.3Lost Signal by PunkAss-Myth
A simple enough number, yet one that was beginning to, for lack of better term, creep you out. This four-digit number appeared in places where it may fit in, and others where it was out of place, much like your average tourist in a remote village in the Himalayas. You've been seeing it almost everywhere, from the side of a public bus, to road signs, even on boxes and cans of food at the local grocery store. Your car radio was no exception.
The stretch of open highway was long, with only a small number of vehicles compared to those traversing it during the busy hours. The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, darkening the sky. Your bobbed your head slightly with the beat of the music that thumped from the speakers of your blue Toyota Corolla with a white hood. An overpass sped by above you, and as you drove under it, your car radio cut out, the music almost instantly degrading into a screechy static.
Frowning, you reached over and twirled the tuning k
Brothers to the EndBrothers to the End by SuperSonic6299
This was a surreal and horrifying experience for me. However, I now know that it was just someone trying to give me a message and not just a demon or ghost haunting me.
It it had all started 3 months ago. I was in high school and I was in Advisory (basically, a break in-between lunch). Everyone was being loud and obnoxious as usual while I just sat there and watched some YouTube videos on my school laptop.
Needless to say, I had grown extremely bored and annoyed, mostly thanks to the ruckus of my fellow classmates. Soon, an idea had popped into my head!
My friend, who will be called N to protect her privacy, had recently drew me a Pikachu with a red scarf that looked awesome. As soon as she gave it to me, I had started to go back to the video I was watching, but then N gave me a suggestion. "Why don't you look up a picture of one and draw it?" she had said.
At first, I had laughed and said I wasn't a very good drawer, but then she had said that drawing was easy. It was apparently just
Never again [Fanfiction]Never again [Fanfiction] by Lagoon-Sadnes
[This story takes place after this one, but they are completely independent.]
I have always been a person with problems to sleep. Be it nerves, stress, loud noises at night or simply my body refusing to get some rest, I started to take pills since I was quite young to be able to fall asleep. My insomnia has been something so persistent in my life I simply have got used to it. Heck, I even took advantage of it to find a way to clear my mind when I was blocked. What did I do? I just had a walk outside, when no one could bother me. My mother knew this and, despite not agreeing, she allowed me to do so as long as I was careful. However, as I grew up, my interest on lonely places also grew bigger, and thus, I started to head to the oldest or most damaged neighborhoods of my city. Man, the silence was so chilling that I had goosebumps when a tiny noise broke the silence. Still, I smiled wider and walked forwar
Locked in my sanctuary [Springtrap fanfiction]Locked in my sanctuary [Springtrap fanfiction] by Lagoon-Sadnes
[Optional background sounds.]
Darkness. All that surrounds me is darkness. I don’t feel my hands or my legs. Heck, I don’t even feel my heartbeat. What happened? I try to recall when I fell asleep, yet there’s nothing but emptiness. I attempt to open my eyes. I didn’t know that eyelids were so heavy… or that they make that metallic slide sound. I look around me, only to see that I’m sitting down in a dirty grim room of greyish walls. There is cable wires poorly connected everywhere, pieces of old junk scattered here and there… I recognize some of the objects…
Yes, I’ve seen those things before. Some memories are slowly coming back as my eyes spot a new item. This is stuff from that restaurant… I used to work at that franchise some time ago. I was the security guard, always enclosed in that hole they called office. That’s right… I see it clearer… I also
Micropasta: TimewornMicropasta: TimewornMicropasta: Timeworn by ShackleSoul
My kind grow bored easily. Not an agreeable trait to have for those such as us, who can live for aeons. Some of us seek a momentary respite from our all-consuming languor by visiting the human races, whether in disguise as one of their own to partake of their “culture”, or in our true forms, the better to set up short-lived reigns as kings of crimson fire.
You know all this, though. That is why you have come here to slay the dragon, the Drake of Amber Isle, I trust. Modern-day knight, St. George of the Arbitrarily Chosen! Do you really think the raucous praise your “friends” will drown you in should you slay me can ever be called genuine? And what if you should fail? Suppose I should step on you like a bothersome swampfly and word trickles back of your demise?
What then? I’ll tell you what. Your name will be simultaneously spat upon and used as a curse.
So, here you are, and the choice I am leaving fully up to you. Do you wish to finis
**CLOSED** Creepypasta/Horror Adopts - Batch #2Please read the basics and that before asking any questions. They may be answered there.**CLOSED** Creepypasta/Horror Adopts - Batch #2 by PunkAss-Myth
Please be sure you have the points to pay. Comment which adopt(s) you want.
Once you draw/write the character reference, all I ask is credit as to who you bought the concept/design from. After that, you do not have to credit on any other images/written works.
Please be aware that some are a bit more thought out that others, and as such, will cost more. Most are just concepts and will not have a name.
All have not been drawn, but may have a general design idea. You are free to alter small details (colours, etc.) but must keep the basic concept the same.
If you know anyone w
Creepypasta/Slenderverse Blank Information SheetName:Creepypasta/Slenderverse Blank Information Sheet by InvaderIka
Age of Death: (Optional- if they had died before becoming a pasta/SV OC)
Ethical Origin: (Optional)
Place of Origin: (Optional)
Species: (What are they? (Ex: Ghost, human, daemon etc...))
Sexual Preference: (Optional)
Affiliation: (If they have one)
Occupation: (If they have one)
Date Of Birth:
Fears: (What are they afraid of?)
Powers/Abilities: (What powers or abilities do they have?)
Weapons: (What do they use for combat? (If any) )
How S/he kills/wounds in Combat:
Weaknesses: (what weakens them or what are they weakest to?)
Strengths: (What are they immune to or really good at?)
Cause of Death: (Optional- if they had died before becoming a pasta/SV OC)