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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?
Clothes and OC CommissionHey EverybodyClothes and OC Commission by LiLaCrazyqiirL
I decide to make a Cloth or OC Commission. Because i Need lots of Points for an Beautyful Commission from :iconWilnaah: She make so beautyful Arts
So now i start
Adopt a blind OC (You can decide what you want) - 30
Or the Beautyful Clan + Oc
Adopt an blind OC + Clan - 40
Micropasta: Black SheepMicropasta: Black SheepMicropasta: Black Sheep by ShackleSoul
The abandoned root cellar was an appropriately musty, festering sort of place. Nothing there, save for an oddly off-putting sense of peace and those worms and maggots that crawled about amidst long-spoiled cans of preserves and spreads. What little light trickled in through the storm cellar-style door refracted off the boundless dust intermittently swirling and swimming through the unbreathable air.
This anomaly, that of the grit and sanded mold seeming to move as though displaced by something, was the only clue to a casual observer that the root cellar may not actually have been so abandoned.
“Baa baa. Black sheep, do you have a soul? Yes sir, yes sir, three jars full” the daemon said to no one in particular.
And when, as would be expected, no answer seemed forthcoming, it responded as if in answer by boring its gaze into a set of three particular jars lining the grey-dappled walls. These ones didn’t seem to contain fruits or vegetables, or an
Creepypasta: We're on the AirCreepypasta: We’re on the AirCreepypasta: We're on the Air by ShackleSoul
Nothing’s on TV. Which wouldn’t be so bad if you had something else to do. It’s Friday, and you’re lounging about in your apartment’s living room, a cold beer serving as a substitute for the date you had arranged with a co-worker for today that you had to cancel.
And as mentioned afore, there really is nothing on the tube. You feel like the only person in the universe who hasn’t caught the Netflix bug. Well, when all else fails you can watch the local news.
The picture swims into focus. A man wearing a thrift store vintage suit is seated in front of a cheesy backdrop that doesn’t even extend all the way up to the top of the picture, allowing an uninterrupted view of the studio lights behind. He is delivering what is apparently something intended to be cheery, judging from his expression and delivery.
“-and that was when they realized the man probbbbbably hadn’t been a real cop,
CONTEST AND COSPLAY ASK BLOGCOSPLAY ASK BLOG FOR TICCI TOBY, EYELESS JACKCONTEST AND COSPLAY ASK BLOG by PunkAss-Myth
OKAY SO my old blog was TickPrick, and it kinda died, so it's been renamed and become a cosplay ask blog. It's still somewhat under construction, but sending some asks for Ticci Toby or Eyeless Jack would be appreciated!
It's being run by myself, PunkAss-Myth and my friend Flekkr
So if you could spread the word, that would be lovely!
ALSO! slight contest time! We need a new icon for the blog. Whoever makes the best icon gets 150 points from me. (If only like, one person or a couple enter then the prize will only be 75 points)
Icon must have both Toby and Eyeless Jack in it.
I will be accepting icons until the end of October. PLEASE COMMENT IF YOU PLAN ON ENTERING. PLEASE BE SURE TO MENTION BOTH OF US IN THE DEVIATION.
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
The cup of fameA year ago a pair of writers, Chad Whitman and Kyle Swiss developed a pet project with a script with rich back story and characters. No one was interested much in them. They were young and though had some mild success on their own. They had little luck at their side selling the project they loved most. During their research they met a man who was working on his thesis regarding European and Asian lore. He told them of a chalice that contained a group of stones at symbolized many of the elements. These were in a small pouch represented by beautiful bright stones.The cup of fame by xBennyRGraux
They had odd characters neatly carved in them. He showed them to the men and they seemed to feel power emanating from them. He placed them in a pouch and said that if placed within a cup made of iron and wood, filled with water to the brim, lighting fire and other details in a notebook he had it would give anyone success, power and eternal life. If done wrong it would do nothing and the one who drinks it would simply get
The Unlisted Goetic DemonI'm sure some of you have heard of the legend of how Solomon built his temple by being able to control demons (or Djinns if you're Muslim)The Unlisted Goetic Demon by godofwarlover
with a magic ring given to him by one of the angels, and how he wrote two grimoires on how to control such spirits.
One of them is Paimon who appears as a crowned man riding on a camel who teaches Art and Science and secrets to the summoner,
Astaroth who appears as an angelic man riding on a Dragon-like beast holding a serpentine on his right hand and
tells the summoner the past, present, and future of all things and also teaches the summoner Liberal Science,
or Naberius who is supposedly Cerberus since one of his forms is that of a three headed hound and his other form is that of a black crane
who is knowledgeable in all Arts and Sciences, but mostly in Rhetoric.
However, one remained unlisted. One who scared King Solomon so much that he vowed never to mention him in his books, and it helped start his descent into madness
It all began in Jerusalem
The Boogeyman WatchesDon't misbehave, young one. For if you do, He will come for you. Usually at night, either when you are at your weakest such as being tired andThe Boogeyman Watches by godofwarlover
fatigued, or when are you are asleep. He goes by many names, and he has been around for so long that even he doesn't remember his original name and
all he knows is that he was given a task: To terrorize and devour children, especially ones who misbehave since he believes that eating these will give
him more strength to be evil, while there are those who believe that he takes them to some place that is so horrifying that they are never seen again.
Some believe that this place is either Hell or another dimension that is just as bad. And he always watches you, no matter what you do. So behave, and he might
let you live. You may only know him as one name that is common for him: The Boogeyman, and God help you if he finds you
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: Five Queries to a Damned SoulMicropasta: Five Queries to a Damned SoulMicropasta: Five Queries to a Damned Soul by ShackleSoul
Do you really think Hell is the absolute end of the line for the basest and most craven of Humans, such as yourself? Did you actually presume you would at least be afforded the security that, whatever further failures your actions may have brought, if nothing else I couldn’t send you somewhere far worse?
Now, let me put it to you this way. Who do you think terrifies me into submission, me, the Lord of Liars, plaguing my dreams and making me afraid to so much as think of certain forbidden names and faceless faces? And where do suppose these furtive few might dwell?
If you want to know that, bearing in mind I can easily put you in this place, this unspeakable place one step beyond Hell, answer this: where do you think those who were born in Hell go to when they die?
Creepypasta: We Who are UncleanCreepypasta: We Who are UncleanCreepypasta: We Who are Unclean by ShackleSoul
They had with them every wild animal according to its kind, all livestock according to their kinds, every creature that moves along the ground according to its kind and every bird according to its kind, everything with wings. Pairs of all creatures that have the breath of life in them came to Noah and entered the ark. The animals going in were male and female of every living thing, as God had commanded Noah. Then the Lord shut him in. – Genesis 7:14–7:16
Mount Hermon was firmly in the throes of its winter “grandeur”, making every aspect of their work seem laborious and thankless. Hanson Leopold, by far the younger of the two, hadn’t had this in mind when he’d signed up with a cartography outfit five years ago in 1902. He’d been lulled into a false sense of security by promises of a perpetual version of that blistering summer and spr
Micropasta: My PrinceMicropasta: My PrinceMicropasta: My Prince by ShackleSoul
IV drip is steady, the palpitations have calmed down a bit…see, see that? Her REM rate? Means the brain’s still active, at least. The fever and delirium seem indicative of the psychoactive Sonoran Desert toad. Her mother said the poor thing kissed one of them during a sightseeing trip. Just between you and me, Ingrid, I don’t think this one’s going to make it through the night. I can’t believe we couldn’t get the poor thing her own private room, it’s the least she-
Of course you get your own private room. You are the queen’s daughter, after all! Just take a rest on the chamber bed. Think about how blessed you are to be first-in-line to the kingdom. On top of which, I need not remind you, your prince will come soon.
-noticed her smiling too. She must be having pleasant dreams. Everything about this feels wrong though. I mean, if she knew she was going to die, would she be smiling? Children are so innocent, they
**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)