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mothdotz · 5 months

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Little Guy(s)

#my art #marinette cheng #trixx #i think this is the first time I ever used that tag #Ladybug Classic #lore: Mars (which is sooooo different from Mar. definitely) is some guy that Mar created in her notebook/diary #Mars serves as a figment of Mar’s imagination as well as her feelings!!#it’s all fun times. until it’s not #In Mars world she’s aiming to leave this strange plane that she landed on #she teams up with Trix (who may or may not have some ulterior motive. who knows not me)#Trixx ** to build a ship and hightail it outta there #in reality this situation is mirroring Mar’s frustration with moving to a new house (and district) as well as her troubles with accepting #her stepdad (and her parents’ divorce in general) and struggles with making new friends #Mars sees the planet she’s on as inhabitable because she (Mar) doesn’t like where she is!!#anyways. I should probably give Mars a new name so it’s less confusing lol #digital art #anyways. how would we feel about me posting my ocs and other fandoms here (the majority ((me)) says: yes)#dear diary au

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evansbby · 2 years

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For Ari and reader arranged marriage.

let’s say that the reason why ari hates reader is because he had a girlfriend before, who he loves and he planned on marrying but unfortunately his father had other plans for him,

he hates her for ruining things with his girlfriend who broke up with him after he told her.

His mom and sisters adores his ex-girlfriend. whenever they meet up with reader they always compare the two of them and how his ex-girlfriend is much prettier or better than her, they always talk abt how Ari treated his girlfriend with love and affection and how he spoils her with anything she wants. and there’s no way Ari gonna love anyone like her.

Oh and poor reader tries so hard to be a good wife for Ari, learns how to cook his favourite food and keeps the house clean for him and just tries her best. All of Ari’s friends think she’s just the hottest little wife ever, but everything she does seems to annoy Ari. He goes to see his girlfriend almost every night and it breaks reader’s heart when he comes back smelling of another woman’s perfume. He still has sex with reader tho bc, well, he’s a man after all and can’t help himself when she’s so pretty and willing to please him in any way. But he’s essentially just using reader. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t get jealous when reader is talking to his friends. And he doesn’t understand why he gets jealous but he takes his anger out on her, tells her not to behave like such a slut (all she’s doing is talking to his friends) and this makes her feel even worse and that she let him down 💔💔💔

#BYE #dear diary au #anon

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sallertiafabrica · 5 months

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@mothdotz got some neat fellas, and I just had to draw ‘em

#Marinette Cheng #Trixx #Ladybug Classic #Dear Diary AU #nothing like making up stories that mirror your current situation to help cope #in my experience at least. it works out great #/genuinely. it’s what helped me a lot when going through some stuff lol #Sal Draws #finished drawing

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moonlitinks · 2 years

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This is EXCELLENT! I would love to see the heartbreak reader goes through whenever Ari goes to see Sharon and when he’s meant to her and then when he start to fall for her and he’s practically pinning after her

AHHH HI HELLO. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR COMPLIMENT & I'M SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT.

angst is something that is always inevitable for me somehow, but i've always been a little to shy to write abt it bc i don't know how well-received it is (personally i always resort to fluff when reading, which is why all my angsty drabbles/ficlets are always archived lmao).

the initial stages are hard to write bc that'd involve so much angst, lmaooo. but yes !! i can literally see reader asking ari to have dinner together or something and he leaves w/o acknowledging her and returns with sharon's scent on him. and she notices that the hoodies that he piles up (he NEVER wears casual clothes unless he goes to see her, another barrier that shows they're truly an arranged marriage) are reserved only for sharon... and combine that with everyone treating her like dirt, and her self esteem takes a low. enough that she will know that ari will never love her. except when he starts to obsess over every little thing about her, she brushes it off.

she gets hurt, it's fine as long as the baby is ok. she gets bullied, it's fine as long as it pays off in the long run, as long as her kid gets respect when he's born. all she's looking at is the future, with the mindset that it'll be ok to die, knowing that no one ever loved her. that hurts her, but she loves him too much to leave him. and ari seeing this self deprecation is so frustrated and haunted by his actions, because he'd lay his life down for her.

anyways. so many ideas rip :") i never know when to start, but hopefully these mini-drabbles will start to connect. let's all hope for the best haha.

#anon #dear diary au #replies

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pigeonwit · 9 months

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There’s a booming clang of keys that jolts Jack right out of his painted fury – a long streak of red cuts through the canvas, burning through the purple-dappled sky. Jack grits his teeth and turns, hackles raised, to where Davey’s sitting innocently at his piano, staring at the keys as if they were the most fascinating things in the world. Jack rolls his eyes – fucking Davey – and is about to make another stroke when a loud dun-DUN! booms right through him, his brush stabbing two clumsy red splotches into the canvas, one after the other.

“Oh, for-!” He whips around again – Davey’s fussing over his sheet music with exaggerated scrutiny, his brows furrowed deep and his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as if he were a newspaper cartoon, and Jack damn near stabs his brush into something again, just for the hell of it.

“D’you mind?” He snaps. Davey turns to him, blue eyes impossibly wide, his lips parted in a way that makes Jack’s stomach broil.

“Me?” He asks sweetly, as if butter wouldn’t melt in his damnably pink mouth. “I’ve no idea what you mean, Mister Kelly – I’m just rehearsing.”

Jack purses his lips and huffs through his nose, static burning in his arms with nowhere to go. Rehearsing. Like Davey needs to fucking rehearse, like Davey isn’t already perfect without ever having to try.

“Can you do it quietly?” He seethes through gritted teeth, because he’ll be damned if he proves stupid Davey right. Davey quirks an eyebrow at him, a smile toying at his lip, and humiliation burns thick in Jack’s stomach.

“Well, it’s music,” he drawls, slow, like Jack’s stupid, “so no.”

“Oh, right,” Jack scoffs. “Yeah, what was I thinkin’?”

“You think?” Davey fires right back at him without missing a beat, his head cocked in exaggerated surprise – the motion sends a mop of curls trembling over his brow, enough to make Jack twirl his wrist without him even noticing he’s doing it, leaving a perfect copy of the shape on his canvas, a soft curl written in a blend of blue and red into dappled purple-pink. Davey blinks, peering at the unfinished backdrop with that scrutinizing gaze, and Jack hurriedly smears his brush over that little violet curl, crushing it into a gouge of red paint.

“Is that for the show?”

“Nope, it’s for the mayor.” Jack sneers. “Whadda you think?”

Davey’s smile curdles – his brow knits together, making a tiny crease that Jack’s fingers itch to smooth away.

“I was just asking.”

“You stick to your shit, I’ll stick to mine.” Jack mutters.

#davey is trying SO HARD to flirt and he has no idea if hes doing it right #he just needs jack to know hes capable or he will DIE #meanwhile jack is just. Seething.#'dear diary. davey said my painting was good today. im going to kiss him. KILL HIM. FUCK.'#newsies #uksies #davey jacobs #jack kelly #david jacobs #javid #javey #pigeon scribbles #pianist davey fic #(ion said one nice thing about this au and i dived into my pile of wip scraps like 'LOOK GUYS LOOK AT THIS ONE')

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vegaseatsass · 2 months

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I want to do a full rewatch of the DFF finale and deep discuss a lot of the hallucinations but for now, does anyone wish to conversate about Tee/Non with me, because

#also like with how badly new wanted to murder tee in particular #imagining non and tee incomprehensibly getting together #is sooooo funny just for new's distaste #first he had to sit through pheejin and now THIS #dff #dead friend forever #dff spoilers #i just think they're nice #i'm stuck on fanfiction ideas that play with white actually being non but i also want to decide how i feel about white in canon #and how i want him and tee to end up in non lives aus #so i guess what i'm saying is also feel free to conversate about teenonwhite mhmm #dear diary

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jtl-fics · 10 months

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ichirou @neil in the math au

Submitted by @snazzy-jas-z-is-a-fan-of

#submission #Math Nerd AU #PFFT #Too bad Neil wrote it in a spreadsheet #Spreadsheet trumps diary #Also the idea of Ichirou having a diary is gold #Dear Diary #This may surprise you but I committed no Tax fraud today because Neil Josten continues to be useful #This may not surprise you but I did do a bit of contract killing #As a treat #Neil said such a funny joke #I will transcribe it below #Love the number one son #Ichirou Moriyama #Neil Josten

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unteemaya · 6 months

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Got all dressed up for no reason, although I am kind of happy the event was over when we got there because I’m exhausted. Today has been a day.

Happy Veteran’s Day, Rest in peace Robert and happy birthday Ciara ❤️

#naturalblackgirls #dear diary #blackgirltumblr #dark skinned #blackgirl #4chair #au naturale #melanin #self portrait #dirty mirror

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ghostlyfleur · 1 month

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listen

i want writers to make mr grumpy james bucky barnes even more grumpy. unhinged even.

still a good, caring guy like we know he is, but also definitely embracing all of his abilities in a sort of “hydra gave me the serum and this combate knowledge and these abilities to make me a monster now watch me use it on them” way.

like sorta “i know a crazy when i see one ‘cause i am crazy” insane. maniacal laugh. sarcastic little shit. insufferable. mad hatter type yk? MAD HATTER TYPE OF CRAZY. MAD. do you see the vision? and i want him dressed like this:

[seb played the mad hatter once. he can do it]

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exilynn · 2 months

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Read; it's important (at least for me, it is)

"This gif portrays my feeling of being a writer."

Sorry for bothering you,

I haven't known quite what to do for some time. It's a challenge to gain recognition on any platform. It's not a matter of feeling sorry for oneself, but being a writer, it's deducible that there will be highs and lows. I struggle every single day to regain my audience that I lost for years after a cyberbullying attack... It doesn't keep me safe, even though years have passed, the fear that someone might attack again still haunts me. But nevertheless, I have Eddie, as a source of survival and personal comfort. I don't know how to put this, but I believe I've projected a life onto this character who is the air I breathe. Every time I'm away from him, I don't exist. It's not obsession, it's comfort.

And just as he became my refuge, I also wanted him to be yours, so much so that I write Eddie in a never-before-seen perspective, where there's a 'breaking of the fourth wall.' And he can be a good counselor through events and catastrophes that I've written for him to live through. I know, 'Oh, a headcanon where there are no monsters? And Eddie will survive? Not so interesting'...

Yes, in my fanfic, Eddie deals with inner dragons and I tell you a side of Eddie Munson that no one has ever seen, recounting the most intimate and secret side of his veiled emotions...

Imagine Eddie helping you survive high school and life in some way?

My frustration comes from resistance from the fandom, I don't know why on earth people don't care that I've given these headcanons, it hurts because they just pass by, don't look, don't investigate if it's a good story.

And this search that seemed tireless, now tires. No. It's not about ignorance, everyone has their beliefs and cultures, but I don't know if it's because I'm a Brazilian writer. It hurts every day.

I don't know if the problem is seeing Eddie with an OC (self-ship) or something else. But I'm not here to steal anyone's place, for me it's okay to have my place among so many cool people who write well.

I even translated the fanfic with few resources for the outside audience. My effort was never in vain, in my view. But writing this fanfic, with Eddie, is my greatest daily therapy.

Perhaps because I've created a space that is not only imaginative but also personal, reflecting on the life Eddie could have lived somewhere in an alternate universe, having the best adventures. In all modesty, I doubt that if you give it a chance, you won't fall in love with my headcanons and canons based on the character of Eddie. As for the rest, the other characters are my intellectual property.

However, it seems that fighting doesn't matter anymore, but I'm still here.

🩷 In case you didn't know, I am the author of the Master Of My Heart , and I'm known for writing a lot, but with My All Heart

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cancerian-woman · 9 months

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Originals (TV), The Vampire Diaries & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bonnie Bennett/Klaus Mikaelson Characters: Bonnie Bennett, Klaus Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes, Elena Gilbert, Hope Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Abby Bennett Wilson, Kol Mikaelson, Davina Claire, Keelin Malraux, Freya Mikaelson, Vincent Griffith, Marcel Gerard, Damon Salvatore, Lizzie Saltzman, Alaric Saltzman, Josie Saltzman Additional Tags: Romance, Eventual Romance, Drama, Family Drama, Secrets, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Family, Witches, Werewolves, Vampires, Psychic Abilities, Time Jump, Not everything is tagged, Fluff and Smut, Sibling Rivalry, Original Character(s), Hybrids, Falling In Love, Friendship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Romance, Bonnie Bennett-centric, Protective Bonnie Bennett, Bennett Witches Summary:

Bonnie Bennett has held plenty of titles. A daughter, friend, teen witch, and a former wife. The most important one to her now was mother and business owner. She earned this life for herself and would be damned if she lost. A witch’s premonition is nothing to ignore. Bonnie values her life away from Mystic Falls and returning wasn’t likely for her until her daughter’s safety was compromised. The Salvatore Boarding School would change everything for the Bennett witches. Secrets will unfold and time can only tell what’s to come next. Hope Mikaelson won’t be the only one with her world turned upside down. Family is forever, whether anyone likes it or not. Everything is done in the name of family. -an au of TVD/TO post season 8 & 4 of TO.

#klonnie #bonnie bennett #klaus mikaelson #bonnie x klaus #klaus x bonnie #tvdu au #tvd #the vampire diaries #dear little witch #driawrites

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evansbby · 2 years

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fuckkk this au is going to haunt me honestly feel like when ari realizes up until she dies is the angstiest moments

You remember when you used to clench his arms when he fucked you, stared into his eyes, hoping, please choose me.

This is me trying.

And you tried. With the baby. With everything.

Even if you died, you’d love the baby until your last breath. Then one day, Ari did a complete turn-around. The man who used to ignore you would bring dinner to you, massage your legs, give you a little more freedom to roam around. Ask where you were. Worry about you.

It was the baby, you knew that.

At least when you were gone, he would love it to his very last breath, too.

“Are you heading out tonight?” You ask, shoving around the food on your plate. Your appetite’s disappeared drastically, and you force yourself to eat the nutrients for the baby—it’ll be bad if you didn’t—only to throw some of it up. Ari leaving for his ex-girlfriend didn’t help, but you can’t complain when you were the one who basically tore them apart, right? As a romanticist, you are the villain in the story: the least you could do is not complain when he leaves.

The man in front of you—who you can’t believe you married—grunts. “I’ll be back.”

“Have fun with—” You pause. Are you two even close enough for you to call his ex-girlfriend’s name? Still his current lover. You mull over the last few weeks, where you headed to the doctor’s appointment together and ate dinner in respective silence. It was pretty nice, actually. The first dinner that Ari stayed through. He probably hated looking at you, but he did, for a whole hour and a half.

“Sharon,” you blurt as the man moves to open the door. “I genuinely mean it, I swear. I hope you have a good time with her.”

The smile you’re wearing resembles more of a grimace, but it’s fine. It’s fine. At the very least, you wanted to be friends before the baby came.

Ari pauses from where he is. Turns. His voice is low when he asks, “You think I’m visiting Sharon?”

It’s fine. He didn’t want you to know. It’s fine.

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” you force out a laugh. “She did come first in your life, and I might have to concede to that. I mean, I’m sure that if I had a lover—”

“Fuck no,” his voice slices through and adds to the tense atmosphere. “You have someone else?”

Oh, God, this is awkward. And he looks ready to shoot you. “Uh, no, but I’m just saying that if you have one there’s nothing wrong with… it?”

He stares at you for a few seconds. Clenches his jaw. “I’m not visiting fucking Sharon.”

The door slams in his wake.

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You must’ve been dreaming the moment.

Writing in your diary, you place the pen to the side with a sigh. In your head, you’ve memorized the trace of Ari’s fingers across your face, pushing your hair back as he held you in your sleep. You can even feel the soft press of his lips as he kissed your forehead, the way he let you bury your face in his neck.

Why was he acting this way?

Another sigh—men.

Flipping through the pages, you take out a photo. The ultrasound with your baby. A healthy boy, soon to be born. You smile and trace its small form. It’ll be a mini-Ari, that’s for sure. He’s already strong, kicking and moving about.

It’s just a shame that you can’t see him grow. How much you loved him already.

God. Hands trembling, you take in a deep, shaky breath. Just the thought of death make you scared like crazy, but the thought of not having a baby at all felt like someone was clenching your heart and twisting it.

He’ll turn out okay. Both of them will.

For now, you had to be strong for yourself.

“Looking at the baby?”

Your spine straightens at the sound of the voice, and you wipe your tears. “Yeah, it’s so cute, isn’t it? I bet he’ll be just like his dad.”

Ari is quiet for his moment as he enters the room, taking off his suit. “And not like his mom?”

“What?” You laugh. “Oh, um, I’m not sure. I don’t think there are very good qualities I have. Unless you’re talking about compassion. I mean, not that you don’t have compassion. I just think I’m a bit too much of a pushover. It’d be nice if he had more of an opinionated personality, so I don’t need to worry about him when…” When I’m gone. “When he’s a grown up and everything.”

“That’s not true,” Ari says quietly. But his words are like a declaration. “We need more empathetic and gentle people to balance out people like me. To pull them back into the proper headspace.”

“Thanks,” you hesitate. “But I still think it’d be nice if you guys were a father-son duo.”

Ari’s mouth opens and closes. There’s an awkward silence when he goes to hang his outfit. It isn’t until he’s done and about to close the door that he says, “I hope he resembles you.”

BESTIE??? HELLO??? Are you like… a certified author or something?? Bc this is so good and gripping and well written and LITERALLY WHO ARE YOU?? (you don’t have to tell me, just a hypothetical question since you sent this on anon obviously and I respect that haha)

This is so sad yet beautiful! I wish I could write like this, I can feel the push and pull within Ari!! PLEASE oh my god what the fuck

#this is how I THINK I write poyt!Steve but it isn’t half as good or poignant as this bahahahaha #anon #dear diary au

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moonlitinks · 2 years

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Omg i didnt know u wrote for the dear diary au this is so freaking cool cause I liked some of works before and I love the way u write smut cant wait to see what u come up in the future 😊💕💕

ahhhh what a coincidence !! yeah i feel like my angst au's and smut ones are highkey very different writing hehe. lmao thank you haha, you're so sweet! 💕

#anon #replies #dear diary au

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my-dear-sukutoge · 1 day

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「 my dear sukutoge : dear diary (#003) 」

dear diary,

today was upsetting. so i drew my girlfriend and i instead of eating the bento box he made me.

i'm eating the bento box now (the contents, not the box). it's very good.

my girlfriend's a great cook, ya know? he makes riceballs shaped like us.

:)

「 masterlist 」 previous | next

#「 mdst 」#「 mdst : babygirl au 」#「 mdst : dear diary 」#sukutoge #sukuna #toge #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #toge cooks for sukuna. <3 #sukuna eats the food.#they watch mukbangs together!!

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cosmicbxrbie · 9 months

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Dear diary // Aeri Uchinaga

Human again

October 5th, 1994

Lee Sooman's school for girls

12:13 pm

"I never took you for a diary writer."

The sound of the Japanese girl's voice made me snap out of my trance and look up to find Aeri leaning against the window next to my desk. There was a dull hum of chatter as everyone lounged around the room until the next lesson started, and the cool breeze blowing through the room drafted in the smell of street food from outside.

"And I never took you for the type to smoke, yet here we are." Was my reply before I thought better of it. As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt a pang of regret for my snarky retort. I hadn't meant to be so defensive, but Aeri's presence always had a way of getting under my skin.

She raised an eyebrow and let out a soft laugh, not offended but seemingly amused by my response. "Touché," she said, a small smirk playing on her lips. "You've got a point there."

The silence that followed was surprisingly comfortable, and I found myself feeling a bit less guarded around her. Aeri didn't seem to take my initial comment personally, which was a relief. Maybe there was a chance for us to coexist without hostility.

"Why do you write in a diary, though?" she asked, genuinely curious.

I hesitated, not sure how much I wanted to share, but I do eventually answer her question. "Sometimes I find it hard to talk to people, and writing things down helps me make sense of them." I admitted, looking up at the girl.

Aeri nodded thoughtfully, seemingly understanding. "That makes sense. I've never been much of a writer myself, but I can see how it could be therapeutic."

"Yeah," I replied, surprised at how civil our conversation was turning out to be. Perhaps, Aeri was a normal human being after all. "It's like having a private space to express yourself without the fear of judgment."

She gazed out of the window, her eyes following the movements of people outside. She opens her mouth to say something before closing it again. "Must be nice" was her response after another long period of silence.

Before I got the chance to ask what she meant, the next lesson bell rang, signaling the end of our conversation. And while I felt feelings of confusion, I also felt a strange sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was room for us to find some common ground. I didn't know if we'd become close friends or even friends at all, but perhaps we could learn from each other and grow in unexpected ways.

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ| ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ| ɴᴇxᴛ

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gayverlyearp · 9 months

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real and unreal, this entire day

#dear diary #i’m in aus for the wc baby #this is about soccer

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