#ouija vents

[ask-codeearasure]

Tumblr, sit down with me for a second. Just sit down okay....

I want to tell you something really, and I do mean really important.

Okay, I need you to promise to listen to me.

Get closer.

Closer.

A little bit closer.

....

GET THAT FLESH HAT KID ADD AWAY FROM ME, NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THAT BODY HORROR SHIT. ITS GROSS. ITS DISGUSTING. AND NO ONE IS GONNA THROW MONEY AT YOU TO GET YOUR SHITTY ADDS OUT OF OUR FACES.

GIVE US BACK TUMBLR AND CUT THE BULLSHIT.

Thank you.

-- Ouija

[savage-rhi]

Fuchsia 😂🫂

[bucksaiga]

Buck is on the Ouija with his best friend Billy Boils right now venting about Tommy (again) and Billy’s tired of this shit so the planchette is just aggressively sliding across the board like

C…A…L…L H…I…M

“What if he says no?”

O…M…G

[jackson-imbecille]

Fic masterpost sorted by recency. All are below 10k

Crushing an Egg (Mr. Lancer rushes into the school during an attack to find and rescue his missing student, he ends up rescuing the town hero instead. Gory description of serious injury)

A Change of Mind (Vlad realizes he no longer hates Jack Fenton. Art imbed)

A Complication with Evacuation (Danny can’t escape through the ghost shield during an evacuation so Lancer insists on staying inside the school with him to protect him. Reveal fic)

Purify & Infect (Maddie attempts to get rid of the ghost possessing her son. Read the tags)

Monster (Dan’s origin free from Vlad’s revision of the story. Dan is created and he is not mentally okay. Art imbed)

A Truce (Maddie offers Phantom a truce in exchange for answers)

Shield (Jazz protects her brother from their parents. Dissection fic)

Guys that Bind (Johnny fixes Danny’s binder after it’s ripped in a fight. Trans Danny fic)

I’m gonna store my drabbles in this fic (Two short drabbles, one about the unspoken knowledge the Casper High student body shares about a less than human classmate, one about Danny Phantom being dragged to a parent teacher conference by Frostbite)

You’re Just Bored (Danny has a complicated relationship with food. Vent fic)

I’m Okay (Danny tries to fix the portal. Corpse au)

Circuit Overload (Technus finds out why Danny is weak to electrical attacks. Surprisingly not angsty)

Jack Fenton Says Fuck (Jack Fenton goes off ghost hunting alone and comes across a battle between the Wisconsin Ghost and Phantom. Reveal fic)

Better (Valerie is working for the GIW as a capture agent after discovering the truth about Vlad Masters. She sees firsthand what has become of one of the ghosts she handed over to the GIW. Dissection fic)

Skeletons in the Closet (Jack’s brother visits Jack and Maddie and is concerned for the well-being of his niece and nephew, even more so when he discovers what the big project Jack was so excited to show him really is. Dissection fic)

Safe (A crow feels comforted while close to Danny, so much so that it neglects itself in favour of staying close to him. Animal death)

The Warehouse (Supernatural crossover. Sam and Dean overhear Spectra messing with Danny and talking about his home life. They offer to help him, human or not. My most popular fic)

Summoning (Blue Exorcist crossover. Danny is mistakenly summoned by a cultist.)

Ouija Board (Sam tries to talk to her dead friend.)

Alone (Ghosts don’t understand they’re dead and are ignored purposefully by the living. Danny comes back as a ghost and believes his family no longer wants him.)

A Shot Rang Out (Supernatural crossover. The Winchesters go to Jack Fenton to learn about ghosts after Jazz and Maddie are killed in an accident. Child abuse)

November Third (Supernatural crossover. Vlad is killed by Hunters.)

[livindedkenny]

My lonely little world

Lol fanfiction! Kinda a vent fic of mine and Damien is a bit of a self insert but just a silly lil guy

Don't expect a shit ton of updates bc I kinda just randomly came up with this idea on my own on my way home :p

I've never written fanfiction before so it honestly might be very obvious

Anyways, this fic takes place in 2008 and pip is 14. He ran away from the orphanage when he was 9. Damien is still in hell, however pip talks to him through an ouija board (this was inspired from a fic on ao3 where the same thing happened by emibug called solace and it hasn't been updated since 2021 come back plz pookie). Damien is a mallgoth. Pip has anxiety, he's not good in social situations. Idk how to do this help. If this is interesting someone who's good at writing fanfiction plz give me tips. I ramble a lot I just write what comes to my mind. This might be edited a lot.

Pip pov

It was a fairly warm and sunny day in the small town of south park. Pip had just gotten home from his job at the little bookstore up the street, relieved to finally be in his quiet little home off the backstreets of the town; a place where most of the misfit's resided. A place for pip and his lonely little world. He didn't have many friends, the few ones he did had either moved away when they were children or were always off with other people themselves. pip was the lowest of the low when it came to popularity the only other people who knew him were the ones he hated most. The ones who hurt him most and the only people who ever paid attention to him. He never tried to make friends though he was polite, always flashing smiles or giving tiny waves. He always stayed to himself, never wanting to bother anyone. He enjoyed it he enjoyed the quietness when he got home the quietness of the bookstore the quietness of school, but in all honesty it made pip lonely. All pip could wish for was for someone to pay attention to him, for someone to acknowledge him without it ending in him getting beat. Is that too much to ask for?

As pip made his way to his bedroom he began to remember his past friends. Gregory, Christophe, and this one other boy he couldn't quite put his finger on, when they hung out he'd always ramble about the music he loved and how cool some of the middle schoolers looked and how he wanted to look like them. A few times he'd pick on pip but never to the extent the others did. Was it Danni? Daron? He couldn't remember but he did know it started with a D. He opened his room door and plopped on his bed not bothering to even shower or change, it was a long day.

7 am

It was the early morning, the sun shined through onto pips face as he fluttered his green eyes open. Slowly making his way to the bathroom he saw something mysterious out of the corner of his eye, a black shadow ran past as the hall got cold. Pip stood stunned for a minute before mustering up the courage to speak a timid 'he-hello?'....no awnser. Instead of standing and wondering about the strange shadow he brushed it off and went on with his day. No entity was gonna ruin his lovely quiet life he worked so hard to achieve, where he could hide away from the scums of the earth , where no one could hurt him, where he didn't have to talk to anyone apart from work and school. His apartment was his hide away from the disappointed stares and judging faces of strangers on the street. Studying his face for what was wrong with him.

'ring ring'

Pip walked into the quiet bookstore, the smell of paper stinging through his nose. Walking into the backroom he saw a mysterious boy, he had black hair and red almost fire like eyes. He looked right into pips eyes and smirked before he disappeared. Then it hit pip, that boys name. Damien.

[a-glitter-menace]

*They lead Voyyd into a part of the-- No this was a hidden room. Fairy lights hung from the ceiling above and a small blanket tent made up of couch cushions, blankets, and chairs all holding it together. It was fairly big enough to fit at least three full sized adults inside. In a corner tucked away there was a pink mini fridge along with an electric kettle that sat atop it still filled with water. The Guardian makes a sweeping arm movement before turning to Voyyd with a tired smile. A secret hide away only accessible by the vents.*

How long has this place been here? Is this your little hide out? *Voyyd handed the Guardian of the House the ouija board again.*

[that-sw-selfshipper]

🍕❤️🧊 for Mikal cause I like that name!

Ask Game for someone’s OC(s)

Hey, thanks so much! :D Mikal is my twin brother! ^_^

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

This man is a whore for rice... namely sticky rice. He could have all the best dishes in the galaxy sprawled out onto the table and if sticky rice was there he'd pick that. man has 0 taste I swear lmao Probably thinks pepper is too hot >_>;;

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

All the best memories he's had starts with an "Okay, but what if....." and namely I was the center of those what ifs. ..

what if we summoned a ghost?

When we were teens, we both got obsessed with ghost stories and convinced ourselves that our family home was haunted. Naturally, Mikal decided the only logical next step was to summon a ghost.

we set up a séance with an horrendously homemade ouija board (drawn on notebook paper with a pink coloured pencil), a single flickering candle, and the worst phrases you could find from the holonet.

Midway through, the candle flickered, and the closet door creaked open. just a liiiittle. I screamed. Mikal screamed. Turns out, it was just the air vent shifting, but neither of us admitted it....

we slept with the lights on for a week and camped in each others rooms. =_=; idiots lol

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

He changed very slightly. I was debating on if I wanted him to have dyed red hair but decided against it. Glad I did because I like this version of Mikal way better!

[presents nothing because I haven't drawn Mikal in a hot second] (but he had brownish hair and green eyes! basically me if I didn't dye my hair lmao)

[nyraist]

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Lets take a look at Null's gravestone, hm?

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[lunaeclipse1057-ao3]

This isn't what I usually post but OC Brainrot is in full swing

I can't draw, let alone animate, but I have this idea (read: Maladaptive Daydream) of an animation for four of my ocs, using the song "How Far We've Come" by Matchbox Twenty.

Wanna see the plans for the animation?

Okay, character recap (I say as if I've talked about them before):

Juno (Deadname Juniper): She/Her. She was born a girl, and still is a girl, but changed her name to Juno because of her dad. Mom died when she was five, and despite having nothing to do with it, in his grieving state, her dad developed a really bad drinking problem and started blaming her for her mother's death. Like, it was literally lung cancer, Juno didn't do shit. When she was six, she moved to the middle of goddamn, into an old murder house with only one house nearby, directly across the street, and no other neighbors or any buildings at all in a ten-mile radius.

Personality, she is very competitive, loves art and uses it as a venting technique, is really into alt-rock music, and learned to play the bass because of it. ✨Lesbian✨YEAH THAT'S RIGHT, NO LOVE TRIANGLE FUCKERS.

While living with Dad vs after

Will, Liam, and Elijah (prefers Eli): The triplet boys that live in the house across the street from Juno. About two and a half years older than Juno. Became her first friends, and they did everything together. They'd sneak into the basement of Juno's house with an Ouija board and try to talk to the guy who was killed there. They were there for her whenever her dad was too drunk to take care of her (Side note they have the best parents ever). There's more stuff but they'll be shown in my basically transcript of the animation in my head.

Will: Has a lil bit of a resting bitch face but he really is super sweet. Was born with a slight defect in his left eye, which is why he's partially blind. Absolutely no sense of style, my guy is wearing flannel. Has a fiance. Works for a computer company, is pretty nerdy, prolly autistic. He's very logical and always gives good advice. When they were kids, he'd spend hours looking up ways to help Juno.

Liam: Middle. Completely oblivious as to why girls fall for him like flies. Too bad for them, because he's AROACE BABY. The only one doing further education and is in community college working towards a degree in biology. ADHD, and definitely the most in-tune with anyone's emotions of the triplets, so he was the one that Juno went to when she could.

Eli: Youngest. Flirty, tried so hard to pull a girl (until he realized he's gay, it didn't take him too long to find a boyfriend after that, but before he was SO jealous of Liam's ability to pull). Prolly a little neurodivergent. Not ADHD or autism, but some kind of thing that just turned him into a cryptid. Working as a bartender and plays electric guitar, having a bunch of jam sessions with Juno. He was definitely the best person for her to hang out with when she needed to forget about things.

In order from first to last born: Will, Liam, then Elijah

[ask-codeearasure]

TFW you are listening to a video talking about how Analogue Horror is getting super oversaturated and becoming almost "Copy and Paste" esque just like how the Creepypasta fandom did, and the first thing you think of is "Ha! It's also happening with the UTMV fandom."

Yeah... I'm noticing too much now about this fandom.

This is why I keep saying "PUT IN SOME EFFORT".

-- Ouija

[hatsunegarfield]

tumblrz cool cuz i kno none of yall kno me and the ones that do are too far away to gaf but man im abt to vent post on main

my god every night ive been dreaming of old friends. fully innocuous dreams, not of friends i had fallings out with but just those who drifted away. we go out to eat, go on road trips, ride roller-coasters and stay in cool creepy hotels together. they look the same age they did when we last interacted but ive grown. they know me, know the things we lived through together, the growth we've experienced together. im 21 now and so horrifically lonely that my unconscious mind is providing me with the only platonic connects ive ever known, the ones i desperately crave. they're such happy dreams, i wake up having enjoyed our outings til im brought back to the reality of it all. im not 16 anymore, we dont talk anymore. they dont confide in me anymore, laugh with me til their stomach hurts, quietly take in the scenery as we meander through spaces we obviously dont belong, learning, growing, seeing all that we can outside our scope. we arent sharing cigs or passing bottles on my back porch anymore. we arent middle schoolers sneaking boxed wine and messing with ouija boards anymore. we arent camping together, exploring together, learning together. but we still do in my dreams. we still get to be stupid teens and 20 somethings in my dreams.

i love my fiancé to death. he IS my best friend, my closest confidant, my 24/7, my everything. but its just not the same as having a friend. a best friend, who knows you inside and out beyond that romantic connection because they have seen you at your absolute worst. theyve seen you green out and smack your head into the corner of a wall at 14. theyve formed a barrier with their bodies in the PE locker room to make sure no one saw your body or your scars at 12, they posed for the cutest little picture of you in your halloween costumes together at 6, sitting in your kindergarten class. and we are all such different people now, and i miss them so dearly, but i know the distance was intended to be. but god i miss them so deeply theyve infiltrated my dreams and honestly i cant even be truly mad. as opposed to sleepless nights and physically torturous nightmares, im getting to be young again, with the people who knew me inside out and backwards, who knew me better than myself and loved me anyways. who ha# a much longer, much deeper, DRASTICALLY different connection to me than any romantic partner could truly have.

i miss them so badly. even the ones i resent for us falling apart, i miss them. i miss them so deeply that some nights the only place i feel at home is my own dreams.

i was warned adulthood would be lonely. i never bought it. i believed we'd be friends forever.

now im sitting in the bath drunk, posting on this hell site about how much i miss those i truly loved, truly adored, truly wouldve taken a bullet for.

god, GOD the loneliness aches in a way ive never felt before. please. please keep close to your friends. even dispite a natural, amicable distance, please check up on them once in a while.

my failure to do so has resulted in a pit in my chest that i dont think any therapy or substance could truly ever remedy fully. a deep ache that only really rears its head in my dreams.

please dont let yourself fade to nothing as i did.

[cybermoonmoon]

I wondered about posting but think I need to. It's so simple yet complicated. Human souls are like this. Put directly these last year's particularly this one has brought my mortality close to mind.

In 18 months, I've lost near ten friends in my age cohort. I say 'near' because some are on the verge. A 'FB' friend a week ago. Bless him. I happily admit this post is drama queerery selfishness, but one sees a pattern.

Long-term conditions ongoing. Diabetic kidney function chancy. I'm subject to every infection that knocks. Tho' they haven't told me directly...they never do. I must assume my immune system is south of poor. I ask for a ballpark figure on my game and get: "Oh don't talk like that or your very healthy for one your age."

Bleeping swell.

So not having a Ouija board I put it to several of the public A.I. sites. ...same thing. Input my age and conditions and got from all: "A diabetic patient of your age and symptoms has a life expectance of three to four years. Wait gets better. I then add my assorted recent events and "Door Number Three" sez: "Two years." I asked ten sites same number.

Don't start I 'know' this is digital fortune cookie stuff...but it's consistent. Add to it the concern I get from my doc and interns. They never spell stuff out, but I can read their eyes. This is 'not' my first rodeo. Younger I care gave for elder relatives I know the deal.

System holds it close 'Skynet' spells it out. So it averages into the middle...two to three years. More than enough time for a bunch of good laughs. So don't go nuts I'm still here...just more concerned than I was and needed to vent. Loves ya and is it alright if I have cake now?

[punkpsychologist]

HELLO

AAA. OKAY. ITS BEEN A BIT. You know, I actually drafted this post before but my fucking power went out and I lost it. So here we go again.

Main parts of this motherfucker

where I've been

what happened (yes these are two different things)

where I'm going and how I feel about it

alrighty. so I successfully finished my first year of college at a community college near my home town. i worked asynchronously and was able to make it onto the dean's list again for the second semester!

so all of that was good and well but if you have read some of my previous posts you might know that there is a very specific Scholarship that i have been after. it was very important and was considered to be a deciding factor on if i would be able to go to a university and live in the dorms or not. i did not get the scholarship. my mother and i felt very confident that i would but it was very new and the school that created it had yet to really solidify how it worked and what it's requirements were. in otherwords, the prospect of the Scholarship was unstable from the beginning.

i never got any kind of email or correspondence that explicitly said that i would not receive the Scholarship but i found that it would primarily be given to sophomores. i'm a college first-year who is very close to achieving an associate's degree. my mother and i panicked back during my finals week over the Scholarship. after realizing that I would have a better chance if i had my associates, my mom and i made a plan to put me into a "maymester" course and to completely fill my summer with classes. if i was able to pass all of those classes, I would have my associates by august. now i mentioned that this plan was created during finals week, i was incredibly tired and my pms was putting me in a really bad space. i felt this kind of sense of hopelessness, like it all felt very fruitless. i was tired and i had been continuing on the thought that once i finished my finals that i would get to rest. after realizing how fruitless the effort could be, we scrapped that plan and opted to place me into a full load of classes for the second half of the summer, i was waaaayyyy more supportive of this. my classes begin on july 5th and im once again in the class of one of my favorite professors so we'll see how it goes.

it gets a little more interesting here. so i told you that i never was explicitly told that i was denied the Scholarship, so there was a period of time in the early summer where i was just kind of in this limbo of searching for answers. i was scrambled and panicked and felt rather hopeless. i need to leave home. it's not that my family is bad to me, quite the opposite. i am the only child of a single mother, my father overdosed on opioids when i was a toddler, and my mothers family stepped up to help raise me. i grew up extremely paranoid of people and was always very close to death-related situations. i was also sexually assaulted by someone close to me and couldnt tell anybody. i believe that i am a psychologically unhealthy individual. i have incredible amounts of empathy and sympathy for people, i am also extremely afraid of people. due to my anxiety mixed with my trauma and pms i go through phases of being paranoid and unjustly afraid of people that i love very much. the covid19 quarantine was the most enabling thing that has ever happened in my entire life. i didn't have to talk to anybody aside from my mother or leave my house. i made myself think i was safe and happy when in reality i was slowly allowing my anxiety to consume me. when i say this im serious, like having panic attacks in the grocery store because i cant manage all the people that i run into and lying to someone that i love very much because im afraid to go out and i dont know how to explain to him what exactly is making me act this way. i dont know how to function without my family, and they are all much older than me. i know they will die and i will eventually be left alone.

tldr: i need to be around people my own age and i need to be around them physically because my mental health has gotten out of hand

one of my friends inspired me to transfer to university a year earlier than initially projected. the Scholarship was needed to be able to go.

while in Scholarship limbo my mom straight up called me over and said "you know you're going to the dorms in the fall right?" and i stg its like i had a mini breakdown. AFTER ALL THAT FUCKING SHIT. I GET TO GO. I GET TO GO!!!!!!!!!! I DON'T KNOW WHY SHE DIDDN'T TELL ME EARLIER. THIS DID THIS WHEN I TRIED TO QUIT BAND IN HIGH SCHOOL AS WELL. MAN. I'm so happy, I can't possibly explain how simultaneously happy and afraid I am. Going off and to the dorms is the best possible outcome I could ask for but in yet it is the one that I feared the most. I wonder if this was her way of trying to get me to see how far I would go to try and scrounge up cash or if she wanted to see how devoted I was to the idea of university.

Either way. I have my dorm room and roommates secured. I was on campus a few days ago for an orientation. I also have a couple of friends as well as some organizations that I intend to join. For privacy purposes I still can't tell you all where I'm going or when exactly a lot of things are happening. I will probably upload pics of my room though.

If you're here, thank you. I hope you're doing alright, I genuinely hope anything youre struggling with becomes easier and that you find yourself struck with inspiration often <3

[a-glitter-menace]

*The being from a few days ago came back to Voyyd through the vents this time in a different form. A pair of horns sat on it's head along with some fluffy ears, it's hair was now a dull pink color, wearing a dark grey sweater with a gold star embroidered on it. Voyyd's friend returns! It smiles to Voyyd, without a voice so to speak it's left to just smiling a smile similar to Voyyd's. It hums in greeting, a small little tune. Though it looks a little tired this time.*

♫!

Welcome back All mighty guardian of the house!

*Voyyd was grinning as she handed the ouija board to her friend. Though all the sudden they frowned slightly.*

Are you alright friend..? You seem tired?

[jillconstantinw]

“oh nothin’ll be haunting me, im sure.” Jill smirks, a small bitter tone underlines her ‘casual’ sass.

this is what i do every week, hang out with my legion of friends in a room much cooler than this one, playing board games much more interesting than these ones… every week..

she swats at the glittery purple pen as it’s waved in her scrunched face. rolling her eyes all the while.

“i smile plenty.”

she leans back against the pillows in a forced brand of coolness, adjusting a stuffed animal under her. almost sneering at danica’s behavior and just her manner of being.

“if you’re all charmed bout everything y’ see, i’d figure youre a right fake bastard.. ‘friend to all is a friend to none’ and all that?”

jill grumbles, a paranoid eye shooting at the dani. almost searching for a reason to leave, searching for reassurance that danica is going to ruin this before jill can.

she clears her throat.

“smiley people give me the fucking creeps anyway. you do it far too much, darcy.— let’s see the bullshit board, yeah?“

in all honesty, all that spiritual type magic was never her favorite, most of the time she found it far too flashy for her style, and far too televised.

Especially since controlling the dead never quite worked out for her, her mother never answering no matter what she had tried- and all that bullshit on tv always made it look so easy… so ouija boards were certainly on the list of things to tick her off.

however she had noticed, in the back of her mind, a soft hum of spirits floats through her ears… like an open vent- not the typical prissy spirits her father had passed along (gnats occasionally moaning unintelligibly) this house has something more.. something certain. shes forced to acknowledge the fact, as she crosses her arms and aims for a look of nonchalance despite the soft buzzing ringing in her right ear.

⭑: this awesome special starter goes out to @jillconstantinw

some liked to think; a little girl raised in a cult, how terribly and awfully evil!

and they'd be partially right. maybe with a little more biased notion, but they were mostly at the point. it was innately selfish and awful of e to raise danica in such an environment. how disgusting it was, and how she knew it was terrible, keeping such a secret from her own friend. but nobody would ever understand it, really. e was all she had. if looking past his wrongdoings was what she needed to do in order to have some semblence of normality, then.. well, she'd do it, as guilty as it made her.

“motion in the ocean— ooo waaaaah—”

nothing could make her so guilty, however, to not invite jill to dinner for.. maybe the sixth or seventh time (danica herself had lost count on how much she'd said no). only, this time her father delightfully insisted that she come over. it surprised her! only slightly. she had been talking about her over the past week, about her personality, about her funny accent. e had said something among the lines of, well why don't you invite her for dinner then? and danica nearly jumped over the table to give him a hug.

“his air hose broke! ooooo waaaaah!”

she'd never been to gotham. e had; e had been plenty of times. he'd brought danica back a couple of trinkets, like music boxes. one time he'd come home with a lovely one still in ripe condition, shaped like an egg. it opened to a delightful ballerina, who spun upon being wound and danced to the nutcracker's dance of the sugar plum fairy. other than that, danica wasn't so sure how.. impressed she was with the place.

it was dank. dark, and sad, and gloomy, and completely disgusting. she wrinkled her nose at the off smell of vinegar and salt.. must've been close, then. all the while, she wondered what she and jill would talk about. it was sort of like her first sleepover— maybe jill could sleep over! that'd be just wonderful. she was sure her father wouldn't mind as long as they didn't make too much noise. they could play parcheesi. they could talk about magic. they could.. well, danica hadn't quite thought that far.

hey! speaking of parcheesi, guess what she had tucked under her arm, ready to pop out and show to jill before they gracefully retired to her bedroom on a whim. danica squinted amidst fog— a boat! on land! just some boat. must've been jill's. danica couldn't exactly think of another person that would live like that. jill was.. a different sort of special. (homeless, for anyone wondering.)

“ji—i—i—ll!”

she was sing-songy in saying jill's name, just as she was with most people when the sort of excitement of new dinner guests happened. danica squinted a little harder.. so much fog, so much gloom. she could've very easily magicked something to make it lighter.. maybe could've even made the fog disappear! but she didn't. that would've been showing off. danica didn't do that.

“jill? it's dani! you'll never guess what've got with me!”

[actualdiscord]

It’s been a hell of a year (non-animated version under the cut!)