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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: New Plague - Part OneCreepypasta: New Plague – Part OneCreepypasta: New Plague - Part One by ShackleSoul
“Freaky. I was half-expecting to see abandoned cars littering the streets, maybe even a few bodies here and there” Adam Saul mumbled, more to himself than anyone else.
He was correct inasmuch that the ghost town of Keansburg looked like a sound stage for a movie than a site that had ever been occupied by real living humans. This stood in stark opposition to what Keansburg really was: an obscure little nowhere-ville from which all radio and phone contact had ceased two years ago to the day. The empty streets, narrow they were since they had been paved back when automotive transportation was a rare luxury, weren’t creepy in and of themselves. But the faded and dilapidated storefronts and administrative buildings certainly were. It seemed almost funny to Adam that the town could have become so derelict within just a couple of years.
As Adam spoke, he shielded his eyes from the glaring sun with his palm. It was a futile gesture in
Creepypasta: Best ForgottenCreepypasta: Best ForgottenCreepypasta: Best Forgotten by ShackleSoul
You want to keep sleeping. You’re not even particularly tired. It’s more because you have the instinctive suspicion that if you open your eyes, you’ll have to face the harsh reality that you don’t know how long you’ve been asleep or who you are.
Eventually, the gibbering you hear becomes too much to ignore. With a Herculean effort you get up and stretch. You had been sleeping on an operating table in what looks like an autopsy room, to judge by the morgue-like setting, complete with red-speckled tools and containers set into the walls which are thankfully closed. All in all, not a good sign, much less a good start.
It is with growing dread that you begin to pinpoint the sound of the chattering and moaning as coming from the corpse-receptacles in the area. You decide to make it your priority to leave. Now.
After mutedly noting that you had been wearing a patient’s gown like the type you’d get in a doctor’
Creepypasta Profile: SpindleName: Spindle. It has given this name to itself since it has concluded whatever forged it had apparently decided it had no need for such sentimental things as birthnames.Creepypasta Profile: Spindle by ShackleSoul
Nicknames: “The Eating-Ghost”, “Faceless Shrieker” (both nicknames which Spindle has been dubbed by the people of Alpenview, for its propensity to mutilate and consume faces, and its habit for high-pitched wailing when enraged).
Race: Unknown. Spindle dearly wishes to know this itself, but has long since given up hope at meeting and killing its creators.
Rank: As a quintessential lone wolf, Spindle is not a part of any hierarchy and thus possesses no rank.
Brief Description: Spindle has no knowledge of where it came from or why. It only reached Earth after discovering a portal leading from its own dead universe to other dimensions. This wormhole it travelled through had been opened in the woods of Alpenview by a group of amateur Satanists screwing around with what they thoug
Creepypasta: A Pest ProblemCreepypasta: A Pest ProblemCreepypasta: A Pest Problem by ShackleSoul
Minimum wage. Two words which simultaneously keep you from being homeless and hungry, and which evoke feelings of bitterness you previously didn’t know were humanly possible. Yeah, you’re working in an office alright, but as a janitor. You, top of your class at university, working janitorial duty in a building where you’re more than qualified to work behind a desk.
Eh, at least you have a job. Could be worse. It can always get worse.
It’s 11:21 PM right now and you’ve already been waxing floors and emptying wastebins for a solid three hours. In the back of your mind, though, an obvious truth has been festering, and you’re going to have to deal with it sooner or later.
You’re going to have to find out why the frick there have been worms of all things in the pipes as of late. You kept putting it off until they began ending up floating in the toilets and, in a particularly disgusting incident, stopping up
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
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
First Blood“Try again. What is a ‘rose’?”, the tan-skinned girl said again, after other two tries. Delivan still kept the smile and her patience intact after the long time both spent in that day’s lesson.First Blood by Lagoon-Sadnes
“Flo… wer.”, the demon and Shadow Entity hybrid replied after thinking for a couple of seconds.
“Good, but try to find the verb and the correct tense. The verb I used is…”
“To be, yes. Now… What is a ‘rose’?”, she repeated the question, this time a bit slower.
“A… flower. Is… flower.”, Zilthai’s reply came out after some doubting.
“Yay, we’re improving!”, Delivan smiled and clapped once very cheerfully. “We’ll stop for now. Next lesson will be for Thursday!”, she giggled and took in a deep breath. “I must get ready for my next practice test! I’ll be promoted to the next rank for sure!”, the young Sin
Character Profile: Lily Ravenson [WIP]Name: Lily RavensonCharacter Profile: Lily Ravenson [WIP] by Lagoon-Sadnes
Real name: Lily Ravenson
Other names/Nicknames: None.
Weight: a healthy one.
Hair (color, style, length...): blonde, long until her shoulders, slightly curly in the end. Hasn’t got bangs nor a ponytail.
Eyes: dark gray with tiny hints of green. They’ve got visible eye bags, yet she normally hides them with make-up.
Skin -include moles, if any-: a tiny one on her forehead, one on the shoulder –at the back-, one near her waist and a last one on her left knee.
Date of birth: 6/5
Date of death: still alive.
Sexual orientation: straight.
Beliefs: she’s atheist.
Status: single (once, she was married.)
Title(s), if any (whether roy
Creepypasta: Waiting in the DarkCreepypasta: Waiting in the DarkCreepypasta: Waiting in the Dark by ShackleSoul
We have kept sentinel in this place. Persisting. Staying in a kind of stasis, not of our Human bodies which we forsook so long ago, but of our minds, keeping them sharp with the dual whetstones of blind hate and paranoia. Biding our time, patiently counting the millennia tick by, in preparation of our grand conquest.
“Hey, come over here” Cameron Langley said to his fellow archeologist. Cameron wasn’t one to get excited easily, but this revelation was certainly worth making a fuss about.
“What? I’m busy, can it wait?” Orlando Forbes called back.
“I suppose, but…look, just come here.”
“Alright, alright” Orlando said with a deliberate sigh as he laid down his tools and shuffled towards Cameron’s location on the other side of the hall.
The duo were lucky enough to be members of a routine dig in the Sahara which had, through some cosmic providence or maybe sheer blind luck, stumbled acr
**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)