Истории Ventfic

It's 5am. They're still awake. A nameless Espeon lies alone in their bed, trapped in their own thoughts, watching another wasted day slip quietly into the next.

Mob is angry, and he doesn't even know why. Crossposted on ao3

Oh. Right.. how could he forget, they're all gone now.. Ash looked around the space he was in, he doesn't think he will ever get used to it.. Ever since the IARC, a tragedy also known as "Incident ARCEUS", had completely left the whole world of once beautiful cities, oceans, forests, and especially, people and Pokemon, to ruin. Pokemon does not belong to me and neither do any of these characters. The IDEA tho? Yeah cmon that me lol

Because old habits die hard. In which Sunny is trying to take it it day at a time. Post good ending, trigger warnings for the game also apply here. (This is a vent fic so it's super bad but I said "fuck it" and published it so uh yeah)

It was a very dark place Obito was going. Where his love was supposed to be, it wasn't. Instead, it was just an empty space that did nothing but antagonize him. He knew hopelessness when he saw it, felt it, created it...and hopeless he was. But by some sort of divine intervention, he was back, but he wasn't better. Nor were his other friends. They were all in turmoil, but he had his objectives. The past was an unruly place, and it was where the darkest secrets always stayed. [Rated MA for DARK themes, SUICIDAL thoughts, LANGUAGE, DEPRESSED OOC characters, and VIOLENCE. This is a venting story, where I put all my depression, anger, hurt, sadness etc. at. Enter at your own risk...]

Reigen's father and sister fight for the first time in months. Reigen doesn't handle it well. Or: why can't i make reigen a wet, soggy tissue, i hate him so much so he gets to deal with my problems :)

I relapsed after a panic attack, and woke up the next morning to find this fully written on my computer. Thought I'd post it. The boy with the ebony eyes is back in his shattered cell. He has been here for years, in and out. Nothing makes sense. CWs: implied sh, blood, implied suicide

song-fic with maybe a bit of a twist? vent-fic. read if you want its just me venting but instead of using my name and friends names im presented as Ranboo and the other people are other dsmp members. then again i dont know if this would be a song fic? the chapter titles are gonna be all of the lyrics from the song so if some repeat thats why. the lovely song- Water by Ezra Williams

I honestly dont know what this is going to be but ig its going to be a oneshot book of all my vents and stuff idk all i know is thta this will be sad ans tht i have big tits

WARNING: Alcohol Usage Fandom / Game: Mega Man Battle Network Main Characters: Vic, Prosecutor Ito Pairing: Cloudy Justice (Vic / Prosecutor Ito) Recently Vic started to live in Prosecutor Ito's house. They spend the first night as housemates drinking during the night. And their struggles will show up as they talk with each other. Originally a Vent Fic started at April 2023, and then continued a bit during that year, and just finished during late-April 2024.

I wrote this one evening when I was feeling upset about something.

!! includes triggering topics !!

San knew he was having a hard time lately, but he didn't realize how much he'd been bottling up until he found himself sobbing into Seonghwa's shoulder. By the way, this happens during COVID while everyone is still wearing masks. TW: crying, emotional breakdown, mentions of panic attack, low self esteem

☆ VIRULENCE . ★ the severity or harmfulness of a disease or poison. ― donnie waits till mikey is fully out of earshot, and finally lets go of the tears he'd been holding in. shaking, he uses his blanket to wipe off his face, wet with tears. if all of his brothers can recover from the kraang , why can't he ? # BASED AROUND A YEAR AFTER THE MOVIE !! nobody notices donnie as he struggles with the trauma from connecting with the kraang until he starts to partake in negative coping mechanisms . chaos ensues . TWS IN PROLOGUE !!! vent fic kinda ? i'm silly

Sombra has a dream turned nightmare. Widowmaker provides safety and comfort. *originally posted on ao3!

We've all heard the story of the girl being taken advantage of, and of men being these ruthless uncaring creatures who take whatever they want from women. Why can we never believe the opposite? No matter the pain endured or the suffering felt, is it ever true that I as a guy, can ever feel that horror? When I got hurt, why did I feel like I could tell no one, and why did she threaten turn my story into a falsehood? What did I do to deserve this?

・- . "𝑊𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒, 𝑆𝑜 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑒. ⁺ ✦ ╰ ・ This story is NOT for the faint of heart. I wrote this story to express my emotions so if it ends up shitty oh well. CW: Manipulation, Suicide, Abuse, Suggestive Themes, Toxic Relationships, NBLM (non binary love men) This story is pure angst, and nothing but angst. This story takes place in College Arsyn is GN (Gender Neutral), 20 Velvet is Male 19, Silas is Female, 19 Arsyn, the mc has faced little to no child hood because of being forced to be perfect and step on everyone else to be the best by their step father after both of their biological parents deaths. They have gained a manipulative personality from this. Velvet, another character, has been touch starved almost his whole life because of being neglected by both of his parents and is used to not being cared for. He has been bullied for almost his whole life because of his name and appearance. Silas, someone who appears to be Arsyn's best friend that lets Arsyn walk all over her has had somewhat of a good childhood besides the disappearance of her father.

Brayden has been in and out of mental hospitals for most of his life, skeletons in his closet that he can't escape. Until he meets a very special boy who seems to fix everything for him. Someone who makes him feel understood.

A maybe, maybe not true place for those who need a place to belong or some positivity. | | This is a book where I'll be accepting NO discrimination or hate. For me, I'm sorry but I'll update when I can. This book is mostly a blob of my emotions, comfort chapters, vents, and stories. Whether these stories are true or not, I might say! Might not as well. | | ART NOT MINE BTW!! Idk how to find the artist but if anyone does, lmk and I'll update this ASAP.