#Circle Lychee

[kyouizon]

[msisohpromatem]

[charmzitos]

ㅤㅤㅤ人生、あいたたFelicity あぁ痛いな ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFluffycake やさしさでボクを隠して

ㅤㅤㅤ🍓🍰⬚ ⠀ 𝓚amite & 𝓩era ᩙ .˳˳❤︎.⋅ॱ ᩙ

[rawawawa]

Kiru Stimboard!

(credits to all gif makers) [for myself :3]

[souisde4d]

REFLEM

[idolique]

2025-03-07 gashuu kiru twitter update

Pamye! Happy birthday

(with Usa Pamye from Verotica)

[oshiprovider]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Konoha Uto ^ ̳• ‧̫ • ̳^

[mirianyan]

She is so fucking cute I’m gonna asphyxiate

[megalophobic-astronomer]

happy birthday to these shitholes

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Hiiiii could you do a fic where reader is pregnant for the first time? I need more soft!young president coriolanus so so bad

Soft as Snow || Young President!Coriolanus snow x reader

A/n: thank you for this request anon!! I need more soft coryo too 🥹

Warnings: fem!reader, mention of death

Wc: 860

Divider by @firefly-graphics

In the opulent sun room of the presidential mansion that you call your home, you sat in a plush chair with a bowl of fresh lychee perched carefully on your pregnant belly. The brightly lit room, adorned with decadent furnishings, seemed to reflect the weight of the world you carried not only as the First Lady but also as a soon-to-be-mother.

The door cracked open and Coriolanus entered with an air of authority that seemed to dissipate as he laid eyes on you, his precious wife. Coryo gestured the servants to leave the two of you alone as his steely gaze softened, and a small, genuine smile graced his lips as he approached.

"May I?" he gestured toward the empty space on the chair beside you. You nodded with an eager smile and he took a seat, his eyes fixed on your protruding belly which was covered by the softness of your silk dress. Gently, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "How are you feeling, my love?"

His voice, usually reserved and commanding to people outside of his inner circle, held a tenderness and softness that sent a comforting shiver down your spine. You couldn't help but smile at the sincerity in his question.

"I'm well, Coryo. Our baby seems to be quite content by these lychees," You chuckle as your rub your stomach. Coryo smiles, lychees were a rare fruit to come by this time of year but he made sure that you were fed only the most juiciest, ripe, lychees.

"I'm glad," he hums. His hand finds its way to your belly, fingers tracing delicate patterns on the fabric of your dress, ghosting over your skin underneath. "It's a remarkable thing, life," he mused, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions—awe, anticipation, and a hint of vulnerability.

You watch him knowing where his mind was at. The thought of his mother dying during birth along with his baby sister. You knew that he was scared. Scared that maybe you would have the same fate as his late mother. But you assured Coryo, that times have changed and that you would be alright.

The weight of his responsibilities seemed to momentarily fade as he focused on you and the life growing inside you. Your fingers dipped into the fruit bowl, a lychee in between your fingers as you bring it to your lips, Coriolanus watching with fascination. The atmosphere hung in a delicate balance, as if time itself had slowed down to savour this tranquil interlude.

"Have you thought about names," he asked, breaking the silence. You chuckled softly, the sound echoing through the room, "I have actually. Vicky," you watch Snow's features contort into a mixture of emotions.

"Vicky. like my mothers-" "Yes, like your mother's name." You interrupt him as your thumb brushes over the back of his hand, a comforting gesture that spoke volumes. "I love it. Vicky Snow," He says with a smile on his face.

As you continued to share the bowl of fruit, the conversation drifted from politics to dreams, hopes and the shared future that awaited your family. Coriolanus, a man known for his strategic mind and politics, revealed a more vulnerable side, a side reserved for you, his wife carrying his child.

Time slipped away, and the room glowered in the soft hues of twilight. Coriolanus stood, his eyes lingering on you with an affectionate gaze. "I've got state matters to deal with, my dear. Just know, you and our child are always on my mind."

~

Days turned into weeks, and the swell of your belly grew more pronounced. The Capitol buzzed with excitement over the impending arrival of the newest member of the Snow legacy. Coriolanus, ever the stoic leader, became a pillar of support, attending to your needs with a grace that contradicted his ruthless reputation.

One evening, as the two of you stood on the balcony overlooking the Capitol, he wrapped his arms around you, his hands resting protectively on your belly. The lights of the city below shimmered like a sea of stars, and for a moment, it felt like the world paused to witness the union of power and vulnerability.

As the days dwindled down to the eagerly anticipated arrival, Coriolanus stood by your side, a beacon of strength. The birthing room, stark and sterile, contrasted sharply with the opulence of the Capitol. Yet, in that space, you found an intimacy that transcended the political stage.

The first cry of your newborn filled the room, and Coriolanus held the tiny bundle in his arms with a reverence that bordered on awe. His usually composed demeanor crumbled, replaced by the unfiltered joy of fatherhood.

"She's so beautiful, just like her mother," He whispers, his eyes never leaving the small face nestled in his arms. "Thank you, thank you for gifting me a gift beyond measure," Coryo looks at you as you couldn't help but let a teardrop roll down your cheek as you gazed at the future you had brought into the word.

You couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected beauty that had blossomed in the heart of the Capitol's calculated power.

[kyouizon]

[msisohpromatem]

[aidoruninaritai]

On the other hand, I would love idol group recommendations (regardless if they're chika idol or not)!! Since by 2025 two of my favorite groups will disband/I'm not sure how their future is going to be ( ;´ - `;)

My top favorite idol group is prob Misolade Edison, since I enjoy not only their concept but also their songs as well… If there is something similar please let me know!! I'd love to know more about it

There's also my oshi list that lists in a little bit more detail the ones that I'm enjoying rn! (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

Being a fan of chika idol, especially, is so (for the lack of a better word) "funny" sometimes?

Going through the jpop wiki, I was impressed with the number of units that debuted and disbanded in one year or less (I saw some that disbanded within months!)

In which it's a shame, I liked some of their concepts, and would love to see how far would they go with it………

[leggerefiore]

Instead of the ancients (still love them) but Imagine if the BEASTS got with the dragons mates.

Burning lice with Pitaya dragons mate

Expired milk with lychee dragons mate

I can see Eternal diabetes or Silent salty with either Lotus or Ananas.

and Mystic powder with Longans mate

Full out brawl. Not one of them is holding back.

Mystic Flour and Longan battling for who gets to keep the ivory title as much as they are the beloved. Also who is the true idgafer. They will have a truly ceaseless battle because the whole return to flour thing doesn't really work on a being that isn't a cookie to begin with.

Eternal Sugar is squaring up with Lotus about who has the better paradise and who gets to keep you. Lotus is actually the best option here, but let us not discuss that too much. Though Eternal Sugar apparently has a dragon graveyard nearby so Lotus probably will not have an easy win.

Burning Spice and Pitaya are brawling to the death. Maybe not even necessarily for you, just in general. Now, both are not going to give in a bit about this. One of them will have to die, but honestly somehow they will probably kill each other.

The Jester war will never leave Earthbread the same once it begins. Shadow Milk is not letting some tiny dragon out clown him. Lychee is simply seething somehow their mate got charmed by some lame mortal who is trying so hard to be like them. You must bear witness.

Silent Salt is kinda character-less for now, so Ananas is sitting this one out for now.

Now, to keep the messy situation really brewing, let's toss in the ancients and whoever mate is paired with for maximum trashfire.

Dark Cacao is having his worst nightmare unfold in front of him and just is not sure his willpower can keep up. Maybe he can wait for those two to kill each other and sneak off with you.

White Lily just wants to take you home, but unfortunately, she is dealing with an extremely clingy, toxic woman and someone she could possibly negotiate with. Lotus and her will form an alliance against Eternal Sugar.

Pitaya and Hollyberry will work together to kill Burning Spice. Victory is theirs. Now, they must discuss arrangements.

Golden Cheese ponders if it was really worth it to leave her purgatory. She is really ready to take you and ignore whatever these two jesters are doing.

Ananas, Pure Vanilla, and Silent Salt are all sitting together in a circle, pondering what this situation even is.

[raelynnlynn]

⚠️ This fic is purely self indulgent. This may contain foul language. This is also a CANON x OC post. However, if you wish to self-insert, you can. :>

The Rose’s Lament

Chapter One: Stardust, Strawberries, and the Song of Ghosts

<<< Prologue °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Chapter 2 >>>

"Lychee—!"

The name tore from his throat like a plea, raw and desperate, as Shadow Milk Cookie jolted awake. His breath came in ragged gasps, fingers clutching at the armrests of his chair as if to anchor himself to reality. For a moment—just a moment—he could have sworn he'd heard her voice, felt the ghost of her touch against his dough. But as his mismatched eyes blinked once, twice, the illusion shattered, leaving only the cold, cluttered expanse of his study in its wake.

Books towered in haphazard stacks around him, their spines cracked from overuse. Papers littered every available surface, scrawled with theories that led nowhere, maps that spiraled into dead ends, fragments of knowledge that refused to coalesce into answers. His gaze drifted upward, landing on the bulletin board that dominated the far wall—a tangled web of strings and notes, each one a futile attempt to trace a path back to her.

A groan rumbled in his chest as he dragged a hand down his face, fingertips catching on the unfamiliar smoothness of his hair. No longer did it writhe with the countless eyes that once marked him as a Beast; now, it fell in soft waves of blue, shimmering with starlight—a reflection of the title he'd reclaimed, the identity he'd reforged. Fount of Knowledge. The name tasted bittersweet on his tongue.

He closed his eyes, reaching into the fathomless depths of his mind, scouring every corner for even the faintest whisper of her presence. Where are you? The question echoed endlessly, mocking in its simplicity. What are you doing? Why can't I find you?

The last time he'd seen her—truly seen her—had been months after they were imprisoned. She'd stood before the Silver Tree, her tears falling like rain onto its gilded bars. Apologies rolled off her tongue like a prayer. Back then, he'd been too consumed by bitterness, too blinded by betrayal to understand. Why choose them? he'd seethed. Why side with the ones who made us only to cage us?

In his single-minded pursuit of his Soul Jam, in his rage and pride, he'd let her slip from his thoughts entirely.

It wasn't until after his redemption, after the weight of his true title had settled back onto his shoulders, that the realization struck him like a physical blow. He'd forgotten her.

And so, the research began. The endless, maddening search for the last Virtue—the one who had loved them all so fiercely, only to be erased from history itself.

But how does one find a ghost?

Her name was absent from every tome, every scroll, every archive. No records of the Songstress of Hearts, no mention of the Palace of Compassion, no trace of the rose gardens that had once bloomed under her care. It was as if the world had conspired to wipe her clean from existence.

And that—that—that was the cruelest trick the universe had ever played on him.

The sharp, melodic chime of a clock tower bell shattered the heavy silence of his study, pulling him violently from his spiraling thoughts. Shadow Milk Cookie blinked, momentarily disoriented, before his gaze snapped toward the ornate calendar perched on the edge of his desk. There, circled aggressively in red ink, glared the words:

PURELILY WEDDING!!

A curse slipped past his lips—something colorful and entirely unbefitting of his reclaimed title—before he bolted upright, sending a cascade of loose papers fluttering to the floor. In an instant, he was across the room, his usual lethargy abandoned in favor of frantic motion. With a snap of his fingers, his disheveled robes melted into the sleek lines of a tailored navy suit, the fabric shimmering with subtle constellations that shifted as he moved. A silver-trimmed tie knotted itself perfectly at his throat along with his Soul Jam, and he barely spared a glance at his reflection before teleporting away in a burst of cerulean light. Finally, a golden ribbon tied his hair down, the twinkling stars looked like water rushing down a cliff.

He reappeared at the grand entrance of the Spire, where the rest of the so-called "redeemed" Beasts had already gathered. The moment his feet touched the ground, the exhaustion in his eyes vanished, replaced by the familiar, mischievous glint that had once made him infamous. A shit-eating grin spread across his face as he floated toward them, arms spread wide in a theatrical display of apology.

"My sincerest regrets, dear friends!" he crooned, voice dripping with false remorse. "But perfection, as you know, cannot be rushed~!"

Burning Spice Cookie—ever the picture of impatience—rolled his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn't get stuck. "We've been waiting for hours, you insufferable bastard. Decades, even!" he huffed, though the annoyance in his tone was undercut by the smirk tugging at his lips. Without hesitation, he reached out and shoved a hand directly into Shadow Milk's face, pushing him back with a laugh.

Unfazed, the redeemed Fount only chuckled, the sound rich and warm as he folded his hands behind his back. With a lazy flick of his wrist, he conjured a swirling portal beside them, its edges crackling with unstable magic. "Then by all means," he teased, gesturing grandly toward it, "let us not delay the festivities any longer!"

The others exchanged amused glances—some exasperated, some fond—before stepping through without hesitation. Only Silent Salt Cookie lingered, his piercing gaze fixed on Shadow Milk with an intensity that felt far too knowing. For a split second, the weight of those eyes threatened to unravel the carefully constructed mask of levity.

So, naturally, Shadow Milk did what any self-respecting trickster would do.

"We don't have all day, Salty~" he singsonged, and with a playful shove, he sent the silent Beast tumbling through the portal before he could ask any inconvenient questions.

Then, with one last glance back at the Spire—at the endless research, the unanswered questions, the ghost of a woman he refused to believe was truly gone—Shadow Milk Cookie stepped through after them, his grin never faltering.

"Where the fuck are we?" Burning Spice Cookie growled as the group stepped through the portal—only to find themselves not in the grand wedding venue they'd expected, but in a secluded woodland clearing. Before them stood a quaint, charming cottage, its wooden exterior draped in climbing ivy and surrounded by vibrant strawberry bushes and bursts of colorful wildflowers. The air was sweet with the scent of sugar and blossoms, and the gentle hum of a lyre drifted through an open window.

The front door creaked open, and there stood Strawberry Meringue Cookie, balancing a cheerful Brio Biscotti Cookie on her hip. The child clutched a tiny flute in his hands, his eyes widening in excitement at the sight of the visitors.

"Oh! You're here!" Strawberry Meringue greeted them warmly, her voice like a melody.

Shadow Milk Cookie, ever the picture of nonchalance, merely twirled a finger in the air and grinned. "Oops~" he singsonged, "I may have forgotten that Silly-vanilly asked us to help the little Songbird and her Orchestra haul their instruments to the venue!"

Burning Spice Cookie rolled his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn't get stuck in the back of his skull. "Unbelievable," he muttered, rolling up his sleeves with exaggerated resignation. "Well, at least we know her." Without further complaint, he stalked toward the massive grand piano resting on the lawn, hoisting it onto his back with ease despite its size. 

Silent Salt Cookie, ever efficient, wordlessly lifted the ornate harp beside it, his movements smooth and practiced. Mystic Flour Cookie, ever graceful, cradled the polished violin in her arms as if it were made of glass. Nearby, Crème Brûlée Cookie and Mint Choco Cookie emerged from the cottage, levitating tables and chairs with practiced precision.

Eternal Sugar Cookie, ever serene, drifted toward Strawberry Meringue and Brio Biscotti, her smile soft as morning light. "Little Brio," she cooed, extending a delicate hand, "that flute looks far too heavy for you. Let us carry it to the venue instead, hmm?"

Brio Biscotti hesitated, his grip tightening protectively around the instrument before glancing up at Strawberry Meringue for reassurance. She gave him an encouraging nod, and with a reluctant sigh, he finally relented. "...Okay," he mumbled, "but make sure it's safe! I have a solo later!"

Eternal Sugar Cookie giggled, the sound like tinkling bells, as she carefully took the flute from his hands. "I shall guard it with my life," she promised, her tone dripping with playful solemnity.

Strawberry Meringue turned her attention back to Shadow Milk Cookie, her lips curling into a knowing smile. "Thank you for helping us out," she hummed, setting Brio Biscotti down so he could scamper off to assist the others. "We wouldn't have known how to haul all these instruments to the venue otherwise." She sighed, though her eyes sparkled with amusement.

Shadow Milk waved a dismissive hand, his grin never faltering. "Oh, please," he drawled, "after all that countless trauma we inflicted, this is the least we can do."

Strawberry Meringue's expression softened, but then—just for a moment—her gaze sharpened. "You look exhausted," she observed, her voice dropping to a murmur. "And not from teaching classes, I assume?"

Shadow Milk's laugh was a little too loud, a little too forced. "HA! HA! HA! Alright!" He clapped his hands together, the sound echoing through the clearing as he deftly sidestepped her question. "The bride and groom are waiting! Let's go!"

And with that, he ushered everyone toward the newly opened portal—this one, hopefully, leading to the actual wedding venue.

Brio Biscotti, ever the observant child, tugged at Strawberry Meringue's skirt as they walked. "Why's Mr. Milk acting weird?" he whispered.

She stares at the portal where he’s pushing everyone in before smiling, ruffling his hair. "Oh, sweetheart," she murmured, "some questions don't have answers yet."

As they emerged from the portal, the breathtaking wedding venue unfolded before them—a vision of sunlit elegance adorned with cascading lilies and sunflowers, their petals glowing as if dipped in liquid gold. The air hummed with anticipation as Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie’s dearest friends and family found their seats, their murmurs blending with the soft rustle of silk and the occasional delighted gasp at the beauty of it all. The sun itself seemed to shine brighter here, as though the heavens had leaned down to bless this joyous occasion with its warm, approving glow.

Shadow Milk Cookie wasted no time. With a playful flick of his wrist, he vanished from the group in a swirl of stardust, reappearing moments later in the groom’s preparation room.

“Oh, Silly-vanilly~!" he trilled, materializing directly in front of a visibly flustered Pure Vanilla Cookie, who was currently staring at his own reflection as if it might offer some last-minute guidance. “Your dashing, irreplaceable best man has arrived!"

Pure Vanilla barely registered the words, his fingers fidgeting with the cuffs of his immaculate suit. "Oh—ah, yes, hello," he murmured absently, before exhaling sharply. "Shadow Milk, I—I think I might be ill."

Shadow Milk arched a brow, his grin widening. "Ohhh? Nervouuus?" he teased, stepping forward to straighten Pure Vanilla’s already-perfect tie with exaggerated precision. He brushed nonexistent crumbs from the groom’s shoulders, his touch light but grounding.

“Extremely," Pure Vanilla admitted, pressing a hand to his stomach. “And yet... exhilarated. Is this normal?”

Shadow Milk’s laughter rang out, bright and knowing. “Why, of course it is!" he declared, giving Pure Vanilla’s shoulders a reassuring squeeze. "But you must calm yourself. Remember—after today, you’ll be spending the rest of your life with your darling Lily. Just as I..."

His voice faltered.

For the briefest moment, the mirth in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something far older—something aching and quiet. Memories flickered at the edges of his mind: the scent of roses, a voice like honey, fingers laced with his beneath a periwinkle-leafed tree. A love that had slipped through his grasp like stardust.

"Shadow Milk...?" Pure Vanilla’s voice, gentle with concern, pulled him back.

Just like that, the shadows scattered.

“A-anywayyyysss!" Shadow Milk chirped, his grin snapping back into place with practiced ease. “As I was saying—you’ll be bound to White Lily Cookie for all eternity after this! So stop fretting and start enjoying your wedding!”

Before Pure Vanilla could so much as stutter another word, Shadow Milk had already spun him around and propelled him toward the aisle with a flourish. “Go on!" he urged, waving him forward. “Your bride awaits, and honestly, if you keep her waiting any longer, I wouldn’t blame her for reconsidering!"

As Pure Vanilla took his first step toward his future, Shadow Milk lingered just a moment longer in the doorway—watching, smiling, his heart full and fractured all at once.

Then, with a quiet inhale, he straightened his own suit, tossed his hair, and sauntered after him—because the show, after all, must go on.

Thank you for taking the time to read! Have a beautiful day ahead (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

[idolique]

2025-03-07 anli gon twitter update

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