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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
Always WatchesAlways Watches by Lagoon-Sadnes
I'm… Oh, my god, I'm so… so… I'm so nervous, sweaty and… I can't even talk correctly. No, think, I'm just talking to myself, and that's not ta- WHATEVER! I know it… I know it's real… I've seen it, it's real…
I know it since that day in the mountain. I can't remember when it happened, but I wasn't alone. Or was I? No, I wasn't… Yeah, that's it. I was camping with some friends and… What? Ah, yes, I went to the lake, hidden in a wood, to look at the animals and take some photographs with my new camera. It was my birthday, my friends and I went to that beautiful place to enjoy the evening all together and those things that friends do when a special day comes. I can remember their smiles, their laughs and myself having a good time… until the blue sky turned black. There were stars shining in the s- No, wait, there weren't… That was last night… Was it? DAMMIT!! I can't remember ANYTHING! Don't worry… D
[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
Creepypasta: Zalgo's ExperimentCreepypasta: Zalgo’s ExperimentCreepypasta: Zalgo's Experiment by ShackleSoul
Well. When things go wrong, boy, do they ever go wrong. You, one of the trio of astronauts sent on the first manned mission to Mars, are completely stranded. One of the frequent dust storms hopelessly disoriented you while you were out on recon, and you have no idea where you are in relation to base camp now. Everyone knew this was a very real risk, so it’s not really a surprise, but that nevertheless does little to comfort you.
Electromagnetic interference from rare earth metals in the powdery planet’s surface have effectively rendered your communications gear useless, which you had to ditch anyway about four clicks back because it was weighing you down far too much. Fatigue is taking its hold on your perceptions, and you know you must find a safe spot for the approaching Martian night that is shielded from the sandstorm. As you turn the corner of a rocky outcropping you see some steps leading into a cavern and think you’ll-
Creepypasta: Wipe the Slate CleanCreepypasta: Wipe the Slate CleanCreepypasta: Wipe the Slate Clean by ShackleSoul
Dr. Stein had always prided himself on maintaining a veneer of professionalism, no matter how horrible his work had gotten in the past. Working in the Biological Pathogen department of the Russian Federation’s Experimental Warfare Division meant he routinely had to do and see horrific things, the sort of stuff that would have broken a lesser mind. But Dr. Stein was a professional through and through. To him it was just what he did for a living, nothing more.
But this. This bothered him.
The sight of a walking corpse, which was essentially all that Subject #22 was at the present moment, wasn’t even the part that unnerved him. It was the implications that lay just under the surface. By all logic the man should have been dead for several days now, and the advanced rate of his bodily tissue’s decomposition would seem to agree with that assessment. And yet he wasn’t, for reasons that defied explanation. He was still able to walk and
Creepypasta: The World within Our OwnCreepypasta: The World within Our OwnCreepypasta: The World within Our Own by ShackleSoul
Well, here you are. A city boy who had just moved in with their uncle in Williamsbrook, a town with a population of 223 including you. Barely enough to qualify as hamlet material, really. You are currently standing about a hundred or so yards from the barn that is your destination. You know what you will find inside: nothing. These rural legends always amount to jack shit, and no wonder. If there was really anything odd out here it would have been investigated to death by all those paranormal news things that are so popular on the Internet, and they never turn up anything substantial either. Buncha hicks with too much time and boredom probably got drunk and started spreading the first sightings of him.
The one they call the Watcher.
Those who’ve claimed to have seen him always maintained it was around the locale of this barn. Before long it became a commonly accepted part of the myth that it was his dwelling. As you approach the barn you thin