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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
Break Away: OriginsBorn as the third child, Morana Atropine had differing views on her two siblings. The oldest, Alec, was an extremely kind and protective boy, keeping Morana safe from bullies. At ten years older than her, he had to leave for university when she was in her third year of primary school. Her sister, Natasha, who is only two years older, was rather vindictive as Morana got more attention from the outside world when they were young. Whenever Alec was not around, she would relentlessly tease Morana about everything, from her quiet nature to her hair. Their father Emmet, was almost never at home, working almost from dawn till dusk. Whenever he was home, he usually could be found sleeping or completing paperwork. Susan, their mother, was a drug abuser for a long time, and gave birth to both Morana and Natasha under the influence of the prescription drugs she was addicted to. She rarely exits her room, where all she does is consume pills and watch reality shows.Break Away: Origins by 66myth
At school, Morana was quic
SkinwalkerSkinwalkerSkinwalker by 66myth
The brown-haired girl's body shook with sobs, her face buried in her hands. An older lady, hair beginning to grey, sat across from her, a clipboard sitting on her lap. She leaned forwards and placed a gentle hand on the teenage girl's shoulder, rubbing gently.
"Its okay, Jessica. Take your time, I know this is difficult."
The girl, Jessica, nodded slowly, looking up at the psychologist.
"I... I just want someone to believe me... I know what I saw and that wasn't human!"
The psychologist tightened her lips, not a hundred percent sure what to think of a girl claiming she saw a demon.
"Let's just start at the beginning, okay? What made you even think your friend wasn't, well, her any more?"
"She... She wouldn't pay attention to her favourite song... Lauren always would light up with happiness whenever she heard it, and if she could, she'd dance to it. But we were at the mall, the day she cam