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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?
Creepypasta Classics: FriendshipFriendship is forever. Friendship never ends...Creepypasta Classics: Friendship by Draycen
A few years back I was really obsessed with Blue Rescue team. You know, Pokémon Mystery Dungeon. And for those who know me, I tend to get obsessed with things pretty easily. I had a good team, a Torchic and a Mudkip, and had beaten the game. Things became... monotonous. There wasn't really anything to do anymore. So I did what every fan does. I simply restarted my game.
It wasn't easy, you see I felt close to my partner. But, with the realization that an new one would come, I went ahead and started over. This time, I really wanted to be an Eevee for my hero, and being a guy, I had to lie to get it. When it came time to choose a partner, I wasn't sure what to do. There were so many options! It was like going to school and picking out you next friend!
I eventually picked Totodile and named him Bunch. Just a cutesy name for a silly partner. I wanted him to feel like that goofy friend everyone has, always acting like a fool and
BEN Drowned X Reader: Error 404: L.O.V.E [Ch 2]Chapter 2: I Nominate youBEN Drowned X Reader: Error 404: L.O.V.E [Ch 2] by Lovely-Miu-Chan
(Y/N)? (Y/N), Wake up! (Y/n)!
I flutter my eyes open ever so slowly. My sight is blurry, I could see a blurred face of a woman with (H/C)-colored hair tied back in a low ponytail. She seemed to have (E/C)-colored eyes. But I could still hear her familiar voice. My heart is pounding.. It hurts. It's as if.. As.. If..
Realization had hit me and my eyes automatically widened and I harshly suck air into my lungs. I hadn't realize I was holding my breath until now. My heart is still pounding loudly and my lungs are burning. I waited until the pain inside me faded. I panted in exhaustion for some reason. Maybe because of the lack of air?
BEN Drowned X Reader: Error 404: L.O.V.E [CH 1]BEN Drowned X Reader: Error 404: L.O.V.E [CH 1] by Lovely-Miu-Chan
Chapter 1: A Distorted Little Dream
It's afternoon. The student's from my school were busy talking to their friends, getting in the buses, and walking home. The sky was in a beautiful shade of orange. Such a pretty color. As usual, I walk to go home I see a familiar figure a few feet away from me. His neat brown hair slightly shining and changing color due to the sky's color. He was walking home as well. "Hey! Butt-face!" I called over to that guy. I ran over to him smiling as I saw him turn around to face me.
James Daniel Ivory. A friend of mine. Actually.. The only friend of mine in this whole school.. Not like I'm the loner and anti-social type of girl, it's just that.. The people in my class an be so.. Mean. I prefer being friends with just James. Well,
Homicidal Liu X Reader:Hide and Seek [Ch 1]Homicidal Liu X Reader:Hide and Seek [Ch 1] by Lovely-Miu-Chan
Chapter 1: The Game Begins
It was Friday night. Midnight, to be exact. You finally finished all your homework, your projects, and you were ready for your sleepover with your two best friends, Shana and Chelsea. School was stressing you out too much this semester and Shana and Chelsea decided you need a little break from it all. So they arranged a sleep over in your house. Since, your parents were out of town, doing business stuff that you couldn’t care less about. They said they’d be back later this evening, or maybe tomorrow morning.
You prepared all the chips, the sodas, the cushions, and the DVDs that you were gonna watch. The DVD’s mostly contained Horror movies. Yeah, you and your friends were practically nerd
BEN Drowned X Reader Error 404: LOVE [Prologue] ((So, here's the prologue for my BEN X Reader project. I dunno why chapter one first came out though. xD Anyways, I hope this would give you a grasp about her life when 'reader' was 5. Sorry it's short and Enjoy~!))BEN Drowned X Reader Error 404: LOVE [Prologue] by Lovely-Miu-Chan
Prologue: Promise me, friend
A little girl in the age of 5 and her playmate was sitting behind a bush in playground with a lot of toys scattered around them. Dolls, wind-up cars, action figures, and stuff toys. Some were even broken. But they didn't care. Nope. Only happy expressions were plastered on their faces as they played imaginary games and pretended that the toys were alive.
The duo just recently got out of their classrooms. No, they weren't classmates. But their parents were close friends and hung out a lot. Giving bot
Creepypasta: Out of Space, Out of TimeCreepypasta: Out of Space, Out of TimeCreepypasta: Out of Space, Out of Time by ShackleSoul
I'm not the reason - (I'm not your scapegoat)
It's not my fault - (I'm not your god)
It's not my problem - (I'm not your martyr)
I'm not the cause - (I'd leave you all)
All work and no play makes me a dull boy
- Mudvayne, “Dull Boy”
The fledgling man had no recollection of any sort of prior life before this endless grey void he was floating in, but he had the instinctive feeling this was nevertheless not right. No, it wasn’t right at all. One minute he had been…sleeping? Was sleeping the word he was looking for? At any rate he had not been conscious, but he had certainly been dreaming. Those dreams were different from this, though. He had known his dreams to be fiction, whereas this place was unmistakeably factual.
A voice addressed him from the abyss, and the young man briefly wondered if it was not an unseen observer b
XxX"Sir... Sir, we're getting hits everywhere." One programmer spoke into his phone, his voice shaking. Others around him kept an eye on the world map displayed on the huge screen in front of them. As each small, red flag popped up on screen, a new wave of panic swept the room.XxX by 66myth
"Sir, there's a hit in China."
Voices on the floor called out each new flag as it appeared on the screen, LEDs changing to an alarming crimson.
"Sir, the A.I, its... Its going global!"
Six months prior to going global
"They want a status update." The lead programmer remarked coldly to one of his colleagues, who quirked an eyebrow.
"They got one two days ago. Not much has changed."
"They're getting antsy. They want it done and online within the next few months." The lead programmer, Stephen, responded. "They're really starting to ride our asses. Its getting everyone on edge."
"We told them, it