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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 the Fighters: The HangmanCreepypasta the Fighters: The Hangman by InvaderIka
Bio: Andrew Colt was an honest Western gentlemen who worked at as a cattle handler for a ranch owner outside of his town of Hendrick's Post, Arizona. He was later framed and convicted as the murderer of the towns sheriff in 1872 and hung for 45 minutes at the town's gallows before he perished. He later was granted a second chance in the afterlife as a phantom and took his revenge on those who wronged him. He's still bearing the wounds of his agonizing end and is known in the area's legends as The Hangman due to these wounds and methods of killing.
Powers/Weapons: Hangman has the abilities of Transparency, Possession, Object Manipulation, Teleportation, Invisibility for brief periods of time, Muffling Abilities (Meaning he can muffle or silence his movements), and Ghost Lights. His main weapons include His noose and a late 1800's five-shooter revolver.
Rodeo: Hangman uses his noose to lasso the opponent around the waist and whips the
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
TickPrick blog answers condensedWent all the way back to the beginning of my Creepypasta blog TickPick and have condensed all the (good) asks and answers into one thing here on dA. Enjoy.TickPrick blog answers condensed by 66myth
For the first long while, it's just Ticci Toby, but eventually, Break Away gets introduced.
✉ (drunk text)
[1:23 AM, Sunday]
> fuuuucccccckk wheres my phonee
> shhiittttttt i hav it
> fuq u masky
> CLLLLOOOOOCCCCCKKYYYYY WHEERRRREEEEEEE ARRRRRRRRREEEEEEE YOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUU I NEEDDDDD YOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
> we shou ld go t o cali for nia
> leettss tripp maskie u p and fq wit hi s worrkkkkkk
[3:47 PM, Monday]
> What the hell hapened last night
> Where’s my hatchets
> WHERE’S MY HOODIE
Toby, you're my favourite creepypasta and I was just wondering who is your favourite creepypasta besides yourself and clockwork?
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
Creepypasta: The ShapeCreepypasta: The ShapeCreepypasta: The Shape by ShackleSoul
From the Logbook of Alexi Seraph
October 16, 1856
I have arrived, and let me tell you…well, I suppose you’re just my logbook, but it’s so wondrous that I have to tell somebody, anybody, about the majesty that is darkest Africa. I was born in a suffocating manor house within smog-choked London, and as soon as my dearest mother finally kicked the bucket I made a resolution to get as far away from it as possible.
And so here I am. The sun is intense, and the looks I am receiving from the locals at the hub of the city of St. Andrew’s are even more so. On that note, it saddens me how developed and modernized Africa is becoming. It should have remained unspoiled, if you ask me.
Not like anyone would have, but still.
October 20, 1856
I have learned of another wonder within this land. The locals call them the “Damu-mnywaji”. My Swahili
Creepypasta: The Moonlight RitualMicropasta: The Moonlight RitualCreepypasta: The Moonlight Ritual by ShackleSoul
The two boys sat in the near-absolute blackness of Kyle’s darkened bedroom, the only illumination being provided by a pair of rapidly melting candles and a trickling of moonlight permitted by the open window. The Oujia board they were intently focused on had not “spoken” during the entire session and they were beginning to wonder if Parker Brothers had conned them out of twenty bucks. That is, until the pointer abruptly began moving.
“I’m not moving it! Are you moving it?!” Kyle asked in panic.
“Kyle…” Stanley droned ominously.
“Of course I’m moving it you damn bloody idiot! These things don’t actually work!” Stanley said as he threw his arms up in the air in exasperated disbelief.
“Goddammit, I was actually-“ Kyle said while he too took his hands off the pointer until Stanley cut him off.
“Wait, how did you do that?”