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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?
Lost Signal133.3Lost Signal by MongooseMyth
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
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
Eight Stained Clues - Final Chapter (1/2)Eight Stained Clues - Final Chapter (1/2) by Lagoon-Sadnes
Eight Stained Clues – Final Chapter: a new chapter of my life
The cellphone woke me up with its alarm. However, everything seemed sadder, darker, that morning of May. Birds didn’t chirp, wind didn’t blow, the sun was hiding among the clouds… It was kinda gloomy, which didn’t help me and my already low mood. Everything was quiet… or was I who couldn’t hear them? I had too many feelings, too many thoughts crossing my mind. I didn’t want to go; I wanted to stay in my bed, in my house, at a friend or my boyfriend’s house, anywhere! Anywhere except for the city we were going to assault that day. The fear I had pushed the night before came back crawling, sinking its claws in my skin and nerves, whispering with its gelid voice and making me want to cry. I was scared, terrified of never coming back. After all I had achieved, thinking that I could disappear in a second… in a flash… I covered my
Eight Stained Clues - Final Chapter (2/2)Eight Stained Clues - Final Chapter (2/2) by Lagoon-Sadnes
Eight Stained Clues – Final Chapter: a new chapter of my life
When I opened my eyes, the world around me made me shiver, even after having visited it so many times. I tried to breathe, but I remembered it was impossible; I felt cold when my bare foot touched the land, although temperature was non-existent either. That place was so sad… It was like getting inside an old movie, a mute one from before color TV and cameras were invented: all monochromatic, with the exception or purple hues, and silent. I didn’t hear voices, I didn’t feel the breeze or the light of the sun, as there wasn’t light either… I lifted my eyes to the sky, pitch black with moving, thin grey “glitch” motives several meters above my head. Those weren’t clouds; that was unthinkable. When I took some steps on the grassy field, I perceived the grass but did not hear that soft sound of stepping. I always felt as if a small knife was
Creepypasta: I Walk A Lonely StreetCreepypasta: I Walk a Lonely StreetCreepypasta: I Walk A Lonely Street by ShackleSoul
The hallucinations weren’t getting better. Well, that wasn’t entirely true; she’d stopped hearing someone talking over her bedside, she could no longer make out the sound of whispering coming from that room in her attic she dared not enter, and she was likewise no longer anguished during the night by phantom banging and crashing thuds coming from upstairs. But even though the auditory hallucinations had been banished back to that haunted part of her brain that had spawned them, there was something new that the pills had brought on, something far more worrisome.
She could see him.
She had often felt watched, all her life really, since she was about sixteen, but she never had a face to put to her simmering paranoia. She still didn’t, not in the literal sense. This was because “the man in the pinstripe suit”, as she had come to refer to him when speaking to the doctors, wore a bowler hat pulled so low that she
Creepypasta: Just Like Real LifeCreepypasta: Just Like Real LifeCreepypasta: Just Like Real Life by ShackleSoul
Snow days were quite a pleasant occurrence for most students with only a few rare exceptions, and high schooler Juli Saunders was one of said rare exceptions. Juli had pulled an all-nighter making proof-positive that her public speaking project was flawless, and she was royally miffed that all of her effort had apparently been in vain. Worse, she knew she would probably have to go over it again tonight anyway in case she forgot anything. And worse still, the power had gone out early that morning, leaving her with nothing to do but wait for her mom and dad to come home from work.
After moping about in her bedroom for few hours, it dawned on Juli that there was a distinct high-pitched whine coming from her closet. It seemed to her that the noise was barely perceptible, and had likely been masked until now by the sound of the whirring computer tower that was part of the gaming set-up she made use of.
Deciding to investigate, she rifled through her closet
Creepypasta: Empty SuitCreepypasta: Empty SuitCreepypasta: Empty Suit by ShackleSoul
“One day there was, uh, a girl, yeah, an ordinary girl. Such as the kind you would pass by on the street without a second thought. She went into McDonald’s and ordered a medium fries. She sat down and started eating them, but she didn’t know that the french fries were secretly Satan and where the fuck am I going with this...”
To say that Lara Parker was still suffering from writer’s block would be a gross understatement. Half a week had passed since her father’s untimely passing at her hands, and as she sat in front of her computer monitor she made a mental note to clear him out of the living room soon before he really started to stink up the place. But right now she had bigger problems on her plate, namely the creative wasteland called “ennui” that was the bane of every writer.
“God, Allah, Zeus, Satan, Rainbow Dash, someone, anyone, help me think of something to write!” Lara moaned as she tossed anoth
Contest Entry: Tis the SeasonContest Entry: Tis the SeasonContest Entry: Tis the Season by ShackleSoul
Christmas means a lot of things to a lot of people. But more to the point, a basic fact which can’t denied by anyone regardless of faith or level of observance is that Christmas makes normally rational human beings do thing that are kind of completely insane. Just one example would be how you’re supposed to leave cookies and milk for obese home intruders to wolf down instead of oh, I don’t know, calling the police on them for breaking and entering like any rational person would. Even the word itself sparks rifts. There are people who get mad when you don’t call it the “Holiday Season” instead of the Christmas Season because apparently the word “Christmas” is more evil than Hitler and Stalin and Nicki Minaj all rolled together into one. Worst of all, it’s a time of year when we are forced for some reason to try eating a vaguely edible brick-like substance called “fruitcake”.
And nowhere is th
**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 MongooseMyth
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)