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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?
Ally's Complete Updated BioAlly's Complete Updated Bio by InvaderIka
Verse: Creepypasta/ Slenderverse. Ally can be viewed as either.
Alias: Slender Doll, Ally-Doll, Nightmare Puppet, Victorian Ghost Child, Nightmare Bringer, Wind-Up Child, Operator's Doll, Operator's Puppet
Species: Half-human/ Half-Slender
Sexual Preference: Pansexual
Age: 118 (looks 18)
Astrological Sign: Sagittarius
Birthplace: East Berlin, Germany
Blood Type: AB+
Affiliation: Slenderman/ Slender's Proxies
Figure: Petite; Slim (Normal), Widowy; Slender (Nightmare)
Height: 5' 4' (Normal)/ 6' 1' (Nightma
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
Creepypasta (?): But It's Canon!Creepypasta (?): “But It’s Canon!”Creepypasta (?): But It's Canon! by ShackleSoul
All things considered, it was really just another typical day at the pasta house. In other words, things were pretty damn stupid. The sun was shining, birds were singing, bodies were strewn around the front yard like those pink lawn flamingo thingys, really just business as usual all around. Jeff was in the kitchen, his eyes even more bloodshot than normal and the contents of two empty Pabst Blue Ribbon six-packs on the table in front of him when Ticci Toby strolled in.
“I'm a cupcake. But don't tell anyone, it's a secret” Jeff slurred.
“Are you retarded?” Toby said as he facepalmed. “You're not a cupcake, you're a teenage serial killer! How'd you even get those two things confused?”
Toby picked up one of the bottles and noticed a warning label printed on the side in size 1 font.
WARNING THE PABST BLUE RIBBON CORPORATION WOULD LIKE TO WARN YOU THAT INGESTING OUR PRODUCT MAY RESULT IN INJURY OR D
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
A Haiku from Adbandoned by DisneyOne thing you must know -A Haiku from Adbandoned by Disney by ShackleSoul
If you read my pasta, you'll
Never sleep again
Creepypasta: Dreams of the DarkCreepypasta: Dreams of the DarkCreepypasta: Dreams of the Dark by ShackleSoul
It’s always the same dream. Dark bodies, thousands or maybe millions of them, floating in darkness. Then the monster appears and they all burn from the inside out. I try to stop it, but I can’t.
Because I am burning there with them.
The subject appears to have been awake all night, although I checked in on her at the usual time for her morning nutritional supplement. She insisted she wasn’t hungry, although incentives were given to make her eat. The hallucinations appear to be continuing, although oddly enough brain waves seem to be completely normal so she obviously shouldn’t be seeing these “monsters”. I have concluded she is likely either delusional or toying with me.
Damn bitch. Has to make my life even harder by being so uncooperative. Log out.
I see them. They are no longer people. Their souls have been eaten by the Cold Watcher. That’s what he
Creepypasta: Third Eye BlindCreepypasta: Third Eye BlindCreepypasta: Third Eye Blind by ShackleSoul
“How do you plead?”
“Please, your honour, he’s still waking up. Give him a chance to come to his senses.”
“Ah. Very well.”
Terrence blinked his unfocused eyes and tried to shut out the conversation but the voices persisted. This was impossible. He’d just blown his brains out with a hunting shotgun, so it stood to reason that he shouldn’t be able to hear anything at all. Was this a hallucination as his shredded cranium bled in torn fragments all over the wall of his neglected one-bedroom apartment? This was the only time he’d committed suicide, obviously, so he didn’t have much prior experience to go on, but this still seemed more than a tad abnormal.
His hope that this was a short-lived hallucination died fast as he realized the scenario around him was coming into focus, slowly but surely, as opposed to fading to black. He was in a courtroom setting, of sorts, seated at one of the tables in f