miquy
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[FANART] "go with me!!" by miquy for jezebelle_taura (textual)
Fandoms: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
22 Oct 2023
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[FANART]
luffy drags law around the wano capital festival after the onigashima raid :3
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While stuffing a big-ass piece of meat in his mouth, by miquy
Fandoms: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
25 Aug 2023
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Luffy finally spoke up.
"I'm dying. That's why I broke up with you."
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sometimes, all we have is moments.
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You will never know just how beautiful you are to me by hoonieforsoonie
Fandoms: SEVENTEEN (Band)
04 Jul 2025
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Of course it was Jihoon. It was always going to be Jihoon.
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After Shadow Milk was defeated by Pure Vanilla, the last thing he expected was for the other to keep him alive, much less smother him with attention. He should hate this, but he can't.
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The room is too bright.
It’s quaint, in a nauseating sort of way. Polished floors glint from the gleaming honeycomb chandeliers overhead, make him squint. A few vases sprinkled here and there, filling the room with a sickeningly sweet scent – even a waffle-cone headrest framing the silken sheets of a neatly-tucked bed. Outside, the golden sun gleams, the gentle rays of light spilling past curtains that waver in the afternoon breeze.
It's meant to be beautiful. Luxurious. Welcoming.
With one sweep of his cane, Shadow Milk tears it apart.
[[ Completed ]]
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- Part 1 of Jamma Jambound's SDVN works
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Shadow Milk Cookie lunges, fury incarnate, but Pure Vanilla is ready. He doesn’t raise his staff. Doesn’t cast. Doesn’t defend.
He simply steps forward. And wraps his arms around him. Not in battle.
In embrace.
Shadow Milk freezes. His forehead presses to Pure Vanilla’s collarbone. Not gently. Not willingly. But needfully.
“Don’t say you forgive me,” he says, voice ruined. “Don’t you dare.”
“I’m not,” Pure Vanilla replies. “Not until you're ready to hear it.”
The candles crackle. The walls hum. But in the center of the room, something quiet unfolds.
Not peace. Not yet.
But the possibility of it.
And Shadow Milk Cookie—terrible and lonely and terribly alive—lets himself be held. Just for a moment. Just until the trembling stops.
How cruel, then, how unthinkably cruel, that this moment must end.
Because in three months’ time, he will be nothing.
In three months’ time, his name will be only used in past tense.
And Pure Vanilla Cookie will stand alone beneath the candied stars, cradling a broken body.
Just to do it all over again.
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- Part 1 of My Cookie Works