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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
[OC Crossover] Daily Bread[OC Crossover] Daily Bread by Lagoon-Sadnes
The vast indigo ceiling still refused to give in and leave the place to the newcomer, the same as its little lamps that guided the lost ones. The cold winds from the north flew across the lands, above the lines set by the walls of the city-country and they soon reached me. My hair waved softly but I was unable to feel their cool embrace. They also took the scent of the first meals and the bread which was baking in the ovens, along with the perfume shop and the florist’s beautiful flowers’ essences. The tiny lights kept struggling before my eyes, one by one falling, until the whole system was switched off. That was the moment when the dark blue ink started to flow and revealed the hidden colors buried underneath, orange, purplish and yellow hues which stretched out as dense poured liquid. Then, the radiant bulb peered out from behind the line that divided earth and sky and came out shyly, quietly, to bathe one of the bastions that fought fiercely against the everlasting-like
Eight Stained Clues - Chapter 13Eight Stained Clues - Chapter 13 by Lagoon-Sadnes
Eight Stained Clues: Chapter 13 – The end was coming
As days passed, more and more people came to the mansion. They came to train under the watchful eye of Zalgo, who had divided the whole group into several teams and organized the sessions to have each team facing the others at least once, so that we fought against various types of enemies. The ones who lived in the mansion were distributed in four teams with a few people from other zones; Zalgo left Angelica, UBOA, Sally and Lazari out. He said he didn’t want to put them in danger, but most of us knew they were nothing but burdens for him and he needed a way to get rid of them.
The first team was formed by Jeff, BEN, Jack and Smile Dog: Jeff and Jack were the ones who would face the opponents directly while BEN would mess with the enemies’ heads, same as Smile Dog, although this last one would be able to defend itself properly if the situation required it. Besides, Jack and BEN were more intelligen
Eight Stained Clues - Chapter 12Eight Stained Clues - Chapter 12 by Lagoon-Sadnes
Eight Stained Clues – Chapter 12: Acceptance
Peace. Silence. Loneliness. Those were the three words that described the place where I woke up. It was an isolated plane with nothing but an endless rocky surface under my body, if it could be called as such. I was dizzy at first, not knowing what had happened or even who I was until I looked around. I remembered falling into the pit of my mind, traveling to the depths of my thoughts, to the corner where my other self rested. I took in a deep breath, stood up and had a look at the black night sky, lacking of starts or a moon. Instead, there was a circle of grey clouds and a bright light in the center. I raised an eyebrow staring at it… What was that? It wasn’t heaven for sure; it was my mind and that concept didn’t belong there. Also, I wouldn’t be able to reach it. About the place itself, there weren’t many things to mention: the terrain was similar to a mountain’s, with brownish
Eight Stained Clues - Chapter 11Eight Stained Clues - Chapter 11 by Lagoon-Sadnes
[You should read this before continuing.]
Eight Stained Clues – Chapter 11: Point of no-return
The silence of the mansion was broken by the notes of the lonely piano in a room at the end of the corridor at the ground floor. It was quite early, although most of the members were already awake. I guessed they were at the living room, talking or playing video games, I didn’t know… and I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything but the song that played in my mind and came out through my fingers. Playing that instrument usually took me away from reality and washed my worries away for a short time, like an emotional painkiller. Also… it was impossible, and I knew it, yet… each time I played the piano, somehow, I felt I wasn’t alone. Memories were recalled, the room, the white piano, the wooden stool were I sat with my father, near the sofa we