#yuliya is so pretty

[siphoklansan]

HELLO FORGIVE ME IF I AM LATE TO WISH YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!

But I hope that you will have another amazing year here, and that you will enjoy the fandom for a long time, because I think you are very cool !

Also... humble gift for you....

OH MY GOD CRYING SOBBING SHITTING TESRSA BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL SCREAMING ROLLINGON THE FOOR GRIPPING MY HAIR SQUEEZING MY EYES SHUT AD I SOB DRAMATICALLY HUGGING THIS PORTRAIT CLOSE TO MY CHEST KISSING IT TENDERLY AS IF IT WAS MY CHILD PLACING IT UNDER MY PILLOW BUT THEN I WANT THE PHOTO TO BREATHE SO I LAY IT NEXT TO ME ON MY BED AND KISS IT GOOD NIGHT WHILE TUCKING IT UNDER THE BLANKETS

I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOU???😭💓💓🫶 I decided to draw Yuuliya for this I hope that’s okay!!! I KEEP FORGETTING SHE’S BASED ON MONSTER IN PARIS I SWEAR IM GONNA DRAW HER FROM A SCENE IN THE LA SEINE SONG JUST YOU WAIT‼️‼️

[beeapocalypse]

^ this thing. she acts as unknowing envoy of morris faith as an excuse to run away from her home

[robo-milky]

Haiii 😳😳😳😳 can I propose ∅ for Yuliya and/or Orion please ?

[Ask game]

Cloche’ thoughts on…

Yuliya

“Master Yuliya… I don’t know what I can say about her, but she has a pleasant voice.”

• A reasonable person. Maybe it’s because Yuliya is a fellow “outcasted” Ramshackle resident, or if it’s her earnest nature, but Cloche feels a little more at ease by her side. Because of this, Cloche’s polite pleasantries and would come across as a little more genuine, than an obligation due to Yuliya’s older age.

• Please don’t mistake Cloche’s lack of reaction as apathy! She’ll silently play a game of cards with Yuliya for as long as she wants… though Yuliya might have to teach her some of the classics. Though she’s not too well versed in card games, Cloche may reveal a more competitive side if challenged in a game of ‘Egyptian Rat Screw’. After all, the best cat catches the mice, right?

• Cloche doesn’t get the hype of cheering, but can acknowledge the skills and effort put into it. Encouragements feel much more rewarding in small doses. Whenever a Magift game gets too rowdy and the roars of the crowds overwhelm her, she’ll happily tune into Yuliya’s cheers.

• Since finding out about the Yuliya and Ondina swapping from their conversation ‘Binding Bells’ picked up on, Cloche is only encouraged to be on her best behaviour around Yuliya or… “Yuliya”. But wait— What happens if she addresses the wrong master by the wrong name? An instant shock from one of the bells! From then on, Cloche would just call them both “Master Ondina”, which seems to be a viable loophole around the curse’ conditions.

“You have the freedom the refuse the chores pushed on to you but you didn’t… Why is that, Master Yuliya?”

Orion

“If I must come up with something… I suppose Master Orion isn’t a threat?”

• What is someone shining this brightly, like a star, doing in Night Raven College— let alone Ignihyde?! Cloche was skeptical of Orion’s courtesy upon meeting him, but is relieved to find out he’s just like that. Cloche can admire Orion’s pacifism, but a part of her finds the hopeful thoughts to attain peace a little suffocating. Overall, Cloche doesn’t mind running into him from time to time in Ignihyde.

• Please don’t chide her for something she can’t help! Cloche usually keeps her cat-instincts in check, key word: usually. When Cloche is distracted and the animalistic side of her slips out, Cloche would attempt to “paw” (swipe) at Orion’s hair, or just stay still to stare blankly into his eyes with dilated pupils. The way they glow is mesmerizing, like little flickering laser LEDs.

• Family lore. With the little tidbits of what Cloche has been told by Orion, and overheard from ‘Binding Bells’, she learned not to be surprised of who was one of his descendants. (One more person to try to win the “blessings” of.) Cloche finds it intriguing, and would like to know more. To her, it felt like some sort of legendary lineage you’d read in a fantasy novel.

• As a fellow creative, Cloche can appreciate the sonnets and poems Orion would write. …Reading them, she may or may not be studying his cursive. His nicer handwriting seems fairly straightforward but his rushed one? That’s a tough nut to crack.

“You don’t have to …lower yourself to talk to me, Master Orion. It’s really not necessary.”

[asoiaf-fancasts]

Rhaenyra Targaryen - Fancasts

Age: 07 - 33

08 [Mother’s Death]

14 [Tourney]

17 [Marriage to Laenor]

23 [Marriage to Daemon]

32 - 33 [Civil War]

Appearance: She is beautiful with the Valyrian look and small lips. After her first 3 children she retained the weight from their pregnancies having a thick waist. She is dressed richly and is often wearing rings.

Character: Elizabeth Murray [Younger]

Actress: Cara Jenkins

Movie: Belle [2013]

[She was 8/9 during filming so good for Rhaenyra when her mother dies and she is declared heir to when her father marries Alicent. She is pretty with pale skin, blonde hair and small lips.She wears mid 18th century clothes ish.]

Character: Katherine Woodville

Actress: Elsa Houben

Show: The White Queen [2013]

[Unknown age, looks to be around 8 - 10 years old so good for when Rhaenyra is declared heir till her first half brother is born. She is pretty with fair skin, blonde hair and a small mouth. She unfortunately is only shown in one scene clearly. She wears a 15th century ish dress.]

Character: Violetta Giurgiu

Actress: Anamaria Vartolomei

Movie: My Little Princess [2011]

[She was 11 during the filming of this movie so good for a year before he sweet half sister was born. She is pretty with blonde hair, pale skin and small lips. She wears modern clothes that are still good for close ups.]

Character: White Queen [Younger]

Actress: Amelia Crouch

Movie: Alice Through the Looking Glass [2016]

[She was between the ages of 10 - 12 during the filming of this movie. So, good for when her half brother and sister were born. She has light blonde hair, has small lips and is pretty. She wears fantasy clothes.]

Character: Lucrecia Borgia

Actress: María Valverde

Movie: Los Borgia [2006]

[She was 18 - 19 during this movie so the right age for Rhaenyra when she’s married to Laenor. She’s pretty and has small lips and blonde hair that is a bit too golden. She unfortunately has brown eyes and is not “thick of waist”. She wears 15th century Italian ish clothes.]

Actress: Catherine Howard

Actress: Tamzin Merchant

Show: The Tudors [2007] [Season 3 & 4]

[She was 22 - 23 during this show so good for her during the start of her marriage to Daemon although she does have a love interest that more suits Harwin and is playing a character of an age with Rhaenyra when she was with Harwin. She’s pretty. She has lighter blonde but golden hair and small lips. Unfortunately she is quite skinny and not thick of waist. She wears Tudor ish clothes.]

Character: Queen Jadwiga of Poland

Actress: Dagmara Bryzek

Show: The Crown of the Kings [2018]

[She’s 22 - 25 during this show so a good age for Rhaenyra during her marriage to Daemon. Her hair is brown and obviously not correct for Rhaenyra but with some editing I do think this fancast could be really good. She has pale skin, a rounder face and small ish lips. She isn’t plus sized but she is “thick of waist” compared to the other actresses. She wears 14th century polish clothes.]

Character(s): Lucrecia Borgia & Constance Chatterly

Actress: Holliday Grainger

Show: The Borgias [2011]

Movie: Lady Chatterley’s Lover [2015]

[She was 22 - 25 during the show and was 26 - 27 in the movie so good for during her marriage to Daemon. She is blonde although a bit more golden than I imagined her hair and has relatively smaller lips. She has a rounder face in the movie but is unfortunately skinny in both. She wears 15th century Italian clothes in the show and in the movie she wears late 1920’s clothing.]

Character: Catherine the Great

Actress: Yuliya Snigir

Show: Catherine the Great [2015]

[Suggested by: ???]

[She was 31/32 during this movie to the right age for her at the start of the war. She wears a silver wig, has a round ish face and small lips but unfortunately isn’t really “thick of waist”. She wears 18th century clothes.]

[sicknessbysalem]

Novemetober (Rescheduled) | Day Sixteen

prompt: waking up puking

hi yes sorry i died for a week. things were rough.

i swear i have other ocs. but something about making novak puke his pretty little guts out makes me happy inside. and i felt like that was a better thing to come back and write.

@monthofsick

if you have any questions, comments, or requests, feel free to send them.

tw emeto, fever, exhaustion, seizure mention (but no actual seizures this time)

Novak stood on the sidelines of the football field, observing the players as they ran through defensive drills. As the defensive coach for the Mavericks, he felt a sense of responsibility to ensure the team was performing at their best. Whether it was the defensive line, the offensive line, or even himself. Novak wanted everyone to perform at their best, even in practice.

For himself, he was desperate to perform at the top of his game, even though he was sidelined. He had to do well. He needed to prove that it wasn't a waste to move him to the coaching position that was open when he couldn't play anymore, not safely anyway. And usually, Novak was good at what he did. He was tough, but not relentless. He was determined for his team to do the best they could do, even in practice, and would hardly accept anything else.

But today, he felt like he was failing them. Novak couldn't shake off the feeling of exhaustion that seemed to weigh him down with each passing minute.

The sun beat down relentlessly on the field, intensifying the heat and adding to Novak's discomfort. Despite the temperature, he felt a chill run through his body, accompanied by a persistent ache in his muscles. Novak rubbed his temples, trying to alleviate the throbbing headache that had been plaguing him all morning.

As the practice continued, Novak found it increasingly difficult to focus on the drills. His movements felt sluggish, and he struggled to keep up with the fast pace of the players. Every step seemed to take more effort than usual, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of fatigue that weighed heavily on him.

Still, Novak pushed through, determined not to let his team down. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep moving, ignoring the protests of his tired body. He couldn't afford to show any weakness, especially not in front of his players. He didn't even know why he felt so... bad. Yuliya had been sick, he took care of her. But surely, Novak told himself, that wasn't what caused that. It couldn't be. Not right now.

He checked his watch briefly. His heart rate looked fine. He didn't feel like he was really at risk for a seizure, so at least that was good. He sighed to himself, before going back to his clipboard and resuming his duties, taking off his sweatshirt in hopes to make himself feel at least a little better.

As practice dragged on, Novak's condition only seemed to worsen. The pounding in his head grew more intense, and a wave of nausea swept over him. He staggered slightly, feeling lightheaded and dizzy.

Despite his best efforts to hide his discomfort, one of his assistant coaches noticed Novak's struggle.

"Hey, Novak, you alright?" Kyle asked, concern evident in his voice.

Novak forced a tight-lipped smile. "Yeah, just a little tired. My girlfriend, she was sick over the weekend. SO I'm just a little worn out. Nothing to worry about."

But Kyle wasn't convinced. "You don't look so good. Maybe you should take a break, get some water or something."

Novak shook his head. "I'm fine, really. I'll tough it out."

With a shrug, Kyle reluctantly backed off, but Novak could tell that his condition hadn't gone unnoticed. He cursed himself for not being able to hide it better. The last thing he wanted, especially after the incident in July, was for anyone to be paying extra close attention to him. Even for a short time.

As practice continued, Novak struggled to keep his focus, his vision blurring at the edges. Each passing minute felt like an eternity, and he counted down the clock until he could go home and crash. Maybe that was all he needed, an early night and he would be fine in the morning.

-

Novak had hardly stepped in the door when his mom came out. She immediately noticed the fatigue etched on his face and the weariness in his eyes, he could see her worry on her face. The thought made him feel guilty.

"Novak, you don't look well," Marina said, her voice filled with worry.

Novak forced a smile. "I'm just tired, Mom. Yuliya was sick over the weekend, you know... I took care of her. And took care of Elya. I'll probably just go to bed early tonight."

Marina studied him for a moment, unconvinced by his explanation. She knew her son well enough to sense when something was off, and today, Novak seemed more than just tired.

"Are you sure that's all it is?" Marina pressed, placing her hand on his shoulder, "Do I need to call Willow?"

"I'm not going to have..." Novak couldn't make himself finish the sentence, "I'm fine. I'm just tired."

"Alright, słoneczko," Marina said, trying to hide her concern. "Why don't you sit down and rest? I'll make us some tea."

Novak nodded gratefully, sinking onto the couch with a heavy sigh. Marina disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Novak alone with his thoughts, trying to piece together why exactly he felt so fucking exhausted. He was tired, but it was more than that. Something told him it was much more than that.

Before he knew it, Novak's eyelids grew heavy, and he succumbed to the irresistible pull of sleep. Unaware of his own actions, he drifted off into a restless slumber, his body craving the rest it so desperately needed.

-

Yuliya's hands running through his hair are somehow incredibly comforting and makes his skin crawl at the same time.

He opened his eyes, staring at the living room ceiling. His head was pounding, the living room lights made him cringe and close his eyes again.

"You're sweating..." Yulia said, he heard the sound her her rubbing her hands on her leggings, "Do you feel okay?"

Novak mustered a weak nod in response to Yuliya's question, though he knew it was far from the truth. His body felt like it was on fire, and each movement sent waves of nausea rippling through him. Novak struggled to form a coherent response, his mind fogged by fatigue and the relentless throbbing in his head. He managed a weak nod, though he knew it wasn't entirely truthful.

"Just tired," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just need some rest."

Yuliya's brows furrowed with concern as she observed Novak's pale complexion and the sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. She reached out to touch his cheek, her hand coming away warm and clammy.

"You're burning up," she said softly, her worry palpable in her voice. "I think you might have a fever."

Novak's stomach churned uneasily at her words, a wave of nausea washing over him. He swallowed hard, trying to push back the rising tide of sickness threatening to overwhelm him.

"I'll be fine," he insisted, though the tremor in his voice betrayed his uncertainty.

Yuliya's expression softened with understanding as she gazed at Novak with unwavering concern.

"Let's get you to bed," she said gently, offering him a reassuring smile. "You need to rest."

"I have to get Elya from-"

"Your mom took care of it," Yuliya said, "She's worried. Come on, lets get you in bed..."

Yuliya helped Novak to his feet, supporting him as they made their way to the bedroom. Novak's legs felt like lead, each step a struggle against the mounting exhaustion and dizziness.

Once they reached the bed, Novak sank down onto the mattress with a weary sigh, his body feeling heavier than usual. Novak laid on top of his sheets. He felt entiely uncomfortable, and though he felt slightly cold, he was sure the added feeling of sheets on his skin would send him into an overstimulated spiral.

Yuliya sat beside him, gently brushing her fingers through his hair, carefully detangling the ash blond locks that grew tangled from how wet they were from sweat.

"Do you want to change?" Yuliya asked.

Novak thought about it. And he thought about not changing. Just dealing with it. But, he figured he would probably be more comfortable. So, he nodded, forcing himself to his feet and grabbing a change of clothes. Yuliya looked away, occupying herself by picking things up off the floor. Her clothes, his clothes, she tossed them in the bin.

"I'll probably wash these when you fall asleep, okay?" Yuliya said.

Standing made Novak dizzy, he grabbed his dresser as he pulled on some comfortable clothes. He almost didn't answer, his brain not cooperating.

"You don't have to," Novak said, laying back down.

Yuliya sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing Novak's shoulder. Yuliya was the only exception in terms of his touch aversion. At least, to a degree.

"Try to get some sleep," she said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Novak's clammy forehead. "I'll be right here if you need anything."

Novak nodded weakly, his eyelids already drooping with fatigue. He closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would offer some relief from the relentless ache in his head and the queasiness in his stomach.

Despite the exhaustion, Novak drifted in and out of consciousness. Each time he surfaced from the depths of sleep, Novak found himself enveloped in a fog of disorientation and confusion. His head throbbed with an intensity that seemed to reverberate through every fiber of his being, pulsing with each beat of his feverish heart.

His room is dark when he finally managed to pry his heavy eyelids open, the world swam in a dizzying haze before him. The room spun around him, tilting and swaying with each movement, leaving him feeling nauseous and unsteady, even as he laid down. He felt the weight of Yuliya behind him, her hand resting on the side of his head, as if she dozed off while lightly scratching the side and back of his head with her nails, as she always did. It was comforting, it made him feel better. Usually.

Now her hand just rested there, a surprinsingly comfortable pressure he could focus on that wasn't the nausea, wasn't the headache.

His stomach churned with a queasy unease, threatening to rebel against him at any moment. Novak clenched his jaw tightly, willing himself to hold back the waves of nausea that threatened to overwhelm him. Despite his best efforts, he could feel the telltale signs of impending sickness clawing at the back of his throat, a bitter taste flooding his mouth with each ragged breath he took.

Novak's limbs felt heavy and leaden, as if weighed down by an invisible force that sapped him of his strength and vitality. He longed to rise from the suffocating confines of his bed, to escape the oppressive grasp of illness that held him captive.

But try as he might, he found himself trapped in a state of being unable to muster the energy to move. He tasted saliva in his mouth, swallowing hard and shuddering against it.

The slight shudder must have woke Yuliya. He heard her behind him, heard her hum softly and sit up, reaching over him to turn on his lamp on his nightstand, Yuliya's concern deepened as she watched Novak struggle, his pale complexion contrasting starkly against the rumpled sheets of the bed. She could see the distress etched into the lines of his furrowed brow, the faint sheen of sweat glistening on his clammy skin.

"Novak, are you alright?" Yuliya's voice was laced with worry, her hand brushing over the side of his face, pushing back sweaty hair. He glanced at his watch, his phone was sitting on the nightstand. At least it wasn't that... she figured.

Novak couldn't even bring himself to shake his head at first. His throat constricted with the effort of holding back the rising tide of nausea that threatened to overwhelm him. Every slight movement sent a fresh wave of dizziness crashing over him, leaving him feeling light-headed and disoriented.

He tried to will himself to move, to push past the suffocating weight that pressed down on him from all sides. He needed to get up, to run to the bathroom, or to his desk, where his trash can was. Something, anything. But his limbs felt leaden and unresponsive, as if anchored to the mattress by invisible chains that refused to loosen their grip.

As the minutes ticked by, Novak's resolve began to waver, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the relentless onslaught of sickness tightened its grip around him.

"Novak.. Novak hey," Yuliya said, "What's wrong?"

Desperation clawed at his chest as he struggled to keep the roiling contents of his stomach at bay, his muscles tensed with the effort of holding back what he tried not to imagine was the remains of lunch and breakfast, and maybe dinner from the day before. He could finally move, briefly, only enough to cover his mouth with his hand.

"Shit," Yuliya said, starting to go to get up and grab something.

Novak shook his head. He needed to move, he tried to move. But he couldn't. That was when the panic started to set in.

Maybe he could just... breathe. Maybe he could settle his own stomach. Maybe, maybe.

But despite his best efforts, Novak could feel the telltale churn of his stomach intensifying with each passing second, a grim reminder of his body's relentless betrayal in the face of illness.

As soon as Yuliya set down the trash can, then he could move. He moved just enough to grab the bin. It was milliseconds vefore he started heaving, his body trying to purge whatever dared make him feel so disgusting.

Yuliya watched with a mixture of concern and helplessness as Novak's body convulsed with each violent heave, his features contorted in agony as he struggled to expel the contents of his roiling stomach.

She moved closer, her hand hovering uncertainly over his trembling form, wanting desperately to offer comfort but unsure of how to help.

"Easy, Novak," she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. "Just let it out. You'll feel better once it's all out of your system."

Novak could only nod weakly in response, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he rode out the storm of nausea that threatened to overwhelm him. He clung to the trash can with a white-knuckled grip, his knuckles turning pale with the effort of holding on.

With each retch and gag, Novak felt a small measure of relief wash over him. Each wave of sick made his stomach feel less tense and full.

At one point, Novak stopped briefly to take a breath. His body giving him a split second relief. But when the nausea kicked back up again, this time Novak knew he coulf make it to the bathroom. And make it to the bathroom he did.

He bolted, abandoning the trash bin, knowing there was more in his system. Sure enough, as soon as he was on his knees if front of the toilet he was vomiting again.

Yulia sat it the doorway. Wincing as Novak retched up more and more waves of sludge from his stomach. Waves of gods knew what. Yuliya moved a little closer.

Yuliya reached out a gentle hand to brush the sweat-dampened hair from Novak's forehead, her touch comforting.

Novak continued to heave for what felt like an eternity. But finally, finally he was left gasping, trying to catch his breath.

He looked at Yuliya, who offered a small smile.

“It’s gonna be a long night, my love…” Yuliya said softly. “But, I’ll be right here.”

[thedragonchilde]

Ship meme spam, with two ships this time

Jokers Wild

The umbrella, when it rains - Logistically, this would have to be Argo

The popcorn at the cinema - Oh please, like they're shelling out for overpriced concessions

The baby, when it cries - I think mostly Nastasha, at first anyway; Argo is nervous holding someone so small and fragile. That’s not to say he wouldn’t help calm Yuliya, just that he’d be cautious about holding her for a while

The ice cream cone, when they share - I’m not sure they’d share a cone? A sundae, maybe

The remote, when they sit down to watch a movie - Probably Nastasha. Is it because Argo’s more laid-back about what they watch? It is because Nastasha just has an easier time with the buttons? Who knows

The basket, when they go shopping - Nastasha, so Argo is free to reach the high shelves

The door, on dates - You know Argo would, and you know Nastasha would insist he didn’t have to

The other’s hand, most often - Maybe Argo, technically? Though I think Nastasha puts her hand over his fairly often

Their breath, upon seeing the other on their wedding day - Absolutely Argo, and I promise you this wouldn’t even be the first time he’s found her literally breathtaking

The camera, when they take pictures together - A tripod? I don’t think they’re selfie people

Royal Flush

The umbrella, when it rains - Would either of them remember to carry one? (Now I’m picturing Domon just sprinting through the rain holding his cape over his head.) Assuming they did, it would probably be Chibodee, and I think Domon would actually be a little fidgety at first, because sharing an umbrella is a Very Romantic Symbol in Japan

The popcorn at the cinema - Oh please, they’d have to keep it between them! If Domon kept it, he’d eat it all himself, and if Chibodee kept it, he’d probably use it as a come-on

The baby, when it cries - They switch, and they both struggle in the beginning, oh man. Domon has better luck as he hits his stride though, especially after the first year. (I’m definitely picturing, though, the first time Chibodee pulls out the lullaby - and eventually falls asleep there himself, either leaning over the side of the crib, or slumped back in a chair with Apollo on his chest)

The ice cream cone, when they share - It’s not so much intending to share, so much as Chibodee snatching the cone out of Domon’s hand, licking around the rim to stop the dripping, and handing it back

The remote, when they sit down to watch a movie - ...okay, I’m sorry, I have this visual of them watching Rocky, and when Apollo Creed is introduced, Domon takes a few moments, pauses the movie, and slowwwwly turns to Chibodee, squinting loudly

The basket, when they go shopping - Chibodee, to keep him busy so he doesn't impulse-shop

The door, on dates - That's not really something they go out of their way for? Though the visual of them racing for it is pretty good

The other’s hand, most often - Both of them!! Full grab, interlaced fingers, stroking knuckles, whatever, hands are a Thing for them

Their breath, upon seeing the other on their wedding day - Oh, this is a moment of mutual stunned silence

The camera, when they take pictures together - A third party, probably candid. Domon isn’t very comfortable posing for pictures

[fumikomiyasaki]

Hello! ♡

I hope you're doing well! ♡

It's been a long time coming, but my main OC Erica is finally here! (And she even has her own Twst event I just posted!) ♡♡♡

I was wondering (since you have so many wonderful OCs ♡) what your OCs would think of her? (or who would like her maybe?) ♡

Thank you! ♡

(You strike me in the heart with the compliments ahhhhhh <3)

The very first thing gotten into my mind is Aiden would have such a huge crush on her... a sheep, looking soft and gentle... not like she could stab him in the bag... however he does keep his distance from people so his buddy Media will help him get his feelings across. He is a loner and got hurt a lot.. I feel she could heal his heart and in turn he could hold her close and protect her.

As for Tea parties, Louis gladly assist her and could be a great friend to her. He may be angered easy but I feel with her he has no reason to be and would do his best to assist her.

I am sorry but meanwhile Dorothy might bully her... in good news she is not at the same school but she might get annoyed at how pretty and soft she looks... she aint gonna let that stand when Erica come to HSA but in good news... this is again where Aiden can step in and protect her.

Out of NRC people... Eve and Odel possibly would really like her too and are good people to interact with more shy people.

Also given the last ask with Yuliya I didn't offer a Ship like for Luca I did with Leroy and here I did Erica and Aiden so... how about Kumo or Louis... they could be interesting with her

[rughydrangea]

So my initial reaction to the news of a Master and Margarita movie was basically, good for them but it's not for me. I tend to avoid adaptations of books I love, mainly because I already have this perfect thing, I don't need an inferior version of it. And in my heart of hearts I know that Lockshin's new movie is not as good as the novel Master and Margarita, which if you catch me on the right day I will say is the greatest novel ever written (it's either that or Brothers Karamazov, I go back and forth) (yes I am aware that I haven't read ALL the novels ever written).

Even the casting of Yuliya Snigir' and Yevgenii Tsyganov as the titular characters didn't move me, though I like both of them as actors and think they have pretty interesting taste in the projects they choose (they are also married, though he had like 6 kids with his first wife! the man has so many children!) (also I've seen him onstage in the Seagull!).

HOWEVER. The shots that I've been seeing of the set decoration have intrigued me, it's like art deco on steroids, I can't deny that appeals to me. And then there are the shots of Margarita...

I am OBSESSED. On the one hand, these are reminding me of Aleksandra Ekster's stunning space-baroque designs from the Soviet silent film Aelita (see below). On the other, though I'm not entirely sure what scenes these are from, I think the second one is from the satanic ball sequence, and I do respect this kind of reinterpretation of what's in the novel. In the novel, the ball is a kind of test for Margarita: if she can stay standing throughout the entire ball, completely naked save for a very heavy necklace, and greet every guest who arrives, then she passes and Woland will help her save the Master. That's kind of a big ask from a performer, though. I've always thought that Margarita being naked is crucial to that scene (when I was an edgy undergrad I wrote an entire paper about people being naked in m&m and how clothing/lack thereof denotes varying levels of spiritual purity), but I can't deny that I'm incredibly intrigued by this kind of refocusing on super-elaborate accessories (in wide shots I've seen, it looks like she's fully covered but the cloth of her dress tends towards translucent).

It's bedtime, I'm rambling, and also haven't seen the movie. But I guess I'm saying that I'm kind of curious? Even though in my heart I still don't understand why you would try to adapt a book that's already perfect. Seriously, I have read m&m many times, in Russian and English, and it never loses any of its power for me. But if you're going to do it, do something interesting with it, and it seems like maybe Lockshin has done that? He's also made the zed-patrioty angry, and that really does fill me with joy.

[rosietrace]

Haiii 😳😳😳... for interactions if you still do them, can I ask for ∅ Yuuta with my Yuu Squad please ?

OFC OFC 😈😈 I love writing for Yuuta, he's so silly

Sumeragi Yuuta — Thoughts on the Yuustin, Yuliya, and Yves

Character Featured: Sumeragi Yuuta

Mentioned: Yuustin, Yuliya, Yuuven/Yves

Warning(s): Yuuta himself /j, man Yuustin REALLY doesn't like him 😭, there's a Crowley mention but he isn't important to begin with, potentially ooc (more likely than not, it's probably Yuliya who's the most ooc I'm so sorry-)

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“Ugh, him? He thinks of himself as some mystery extraordinaire, and frankly, I find that hilarious! Let's be real, I'm doing a better job at- Huh? Wha- Don't listen to what Yuustin has to say! I'm not trying to take his errands for the money!”

“She’s a doormat. I don't have much to say about her, she just is. I don't understand why she's trying so hard to act like someone else.”

“Uhh…. Yves? Pretty solemn, that one. I guess he's alright, he keeps quiet and minds his own business, that's for sure. Don't know why, but he's a bit attached to me.”

— Sumeragi Yuuta

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Non-verbal Thoughts

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「 General Thoughts 」

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ The trio's relationship with Yuuta is…. Complicated. They all have their separate opinions of him, and vice versa.

➜ Yuuta thinks Yuustin’s super annoying and weird. Like, why do you try to find enjoyment in Crowley's errands? Tf? The only thing he can seemingly give them credit for is their charisma.

➜ Yuuta doesn't understand Yuliya. Or rather, he doesn't understand the people around her. Seriously, why is everyone mistaking her for someone else…?

➜ Yuuta tends to hang around Yves the most. Mostly because Yves doesn't really like being alone, and surprisingly enough, Yuuta makes for good company.

↳ He's a horrible influence, though. Someone should probably tell Yves that-

➜ He never talks about his life before coming to Twisted Wonderland with anyone, and that includes the trio. They all simply learned to accept it and do their best to respect Yuuta's boundaries in their own way.

➜ Yuustin tends to use Yuuta's ‘Spirit shutter’ more than Yuuta himself does, so he just kinda gives it to Yuustin when he doesn't know what to do with it. (This happens more often than you think)

➜ Other than Yves, Yuuta spends the most time with Yuliya. He's not good at… Well, not being an ass, but he does his best in trying to assure Yuliya she doesn't have to pretend to be someone she's not around him.

➜ He's not trusting any of them with the Midas Roscoes. Nope. Never. Absolutely not. No chance of that ever happening. One simple brush against the golden guns of Sumeragi Yuuta could give you the silent treatment from that guy for God knows how long.

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「 Interactions 」

❐ I mean…. They're all living in Ramshackle together. It was only inevitable for all of them to meet eventually, right?

➜ Yuuta's first impression of all of them, were, simply put: Yuustin's overbearing, Yuliya’s committing identity fraud, and Yves… Who is Yves-?

➜ No joke, Yuuta used to forget who Yves was from time to time because he was so used to calling them ‘Yuuven’ 😭

↳ Nowadays, this doesn't happen as often, as Yuuta became accustomed to calling Yves… Well, Yves.

➜ Genuinely starting to think they all had to do a double take when they found out Yuuta liked gardening 💀 Like, HIM?;!:?:!’ THE GREEDY LITTLE wdym little SHITHEAD:?:!?: OF ALL PEOPLE???

↳ Yes, apparently. No, Yves, you can't join him during gardening hours.

➜ Ngl, there was probably a language barrier between them and Yuuta for a bit 😭 They're all fluent in English, whereas Yuuta had to grow more accustomed to the language once he started living in Twisted Wonderland (assuming English is the mother tongue of that world)

➜ Yuuta sneaks Yves some candy a little before classes start. Just so they could have something sweet to chew on during a ‘boring’ (his words, not mine) lecture.

➜ He calls Yuliya ‘Little Miss Cheerleader’ due to her love of cheering during Magishift matches. Additionally, he legitimately takes time off his schedule to listen to Yuliya sing — if that is what she wants.

↳ They also play cards together after school!

➜ He's very much aware that Yuustin wants to learn some of his gunslinging skills, but he's not gonna teach him any of that for free. In this economy? No!

➜ He's painting all of their nails during his self-proclaimed ‘sleepovers’ during the weekends. He makes sure to give Yuustin the most half-assed ones.

➜ I'd say, between the three, he's closest with Yuliya and Yves. But mostly Yuliya, as he wants to give her some moments where she doesn't have to pretend to be someone she isn't. Even if it gives her an advantage, and because it was expected of her from people who mistook her for that person.

↳ This isn't to say he isn't close with Yuustin, they just clash a lot 😭 I'd say they're civil with each other, at best.

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[negativepeanuthoarder]

YOU WILL NEVER BE ANNOYING IN MY NOTES!!!!!

Dollightfull is awesome and I think I've watched all of her videos thrice at this point!!

I love her videos so much they're like walking into an elementary school art class, yknow? There's a really nice teacher who loves her job and everything is bright and colorful and creative and she wants to share her passions with everyone and it's so much fun!

(long post incoming with a bunch of pictures lol)

I love all of her dolls so much it's really hard to pick favorites so I singled a couple out:

Tamara (the centaur art doll) reminds me of Duskler's centaur au in a really nice way - it's like she could be from the same universe :D I love the airbrushing on her fur and her big fawn eyes and awesome hair - she's such a pretty doll.

I obviously love the werewolf (big fan of werewolves in general lol) - the punpkin orange really hits with the browns and tans of the wolf fur, and the way it blends into the hair AND into this gorgeously sculpted head is INCREDIBLE.

If I ever get access to a 3d printer I want to get her little bunny model and paint it to look like some version of Karl - maybe if I get a cat doll too I could make a matching Karl and George set lmao (I LOVE the inset eyes on these two - and the bright colors on both are just SO MUCH FUN TO LOOK AT!!!! :D)

Aquarian is my favorite of all of her dragons (I really really love the way she did their legs especially - with the suction cups and the big claws) with Terra as a REALLY close second just because I literally cannot get enough of the sculpting on Terra - her entire face is custom-made AND she has a mostly-custom-made body WITH a 3d printed tail AND SHE GLOWS IN THE DARK!

I've seen the entire Eeveelutions series at least 8 times the entire way through and I cannot pick a favorite - all of them are just that damn good!

One of my siblings and I rewatch her Noelle and Yuliya videos every December - I don't rewatch Christmas movies nearly as regularly as I watch these two videos lol

I love EVERYTHING about Charley - from that ADORABLE reroot to her gorgeous eyes and her dress with that pattern on it and the little bows and her BACKPACK with the CAT KEYCHAIN and the WORKING DOLL SIZED WHEELCHAIR THAT TOOK AN ENTIRE VIDEO TO EXPLAIN THE MAKING OF!

I might have to make a part two to this post at some point because there's SOOOOO much that I didn't cover about Dollightful's characters - Guinevere the Unicorn, Luna the Moth (ESPECIALLY her dress), the entire demon family, the mermaid dolls - but especially the recent Sirena redo with the festival hair and the big chunky horns and the glow in the dark and - the little extraterrestrial doll, Red the lesser panda (I love the hat :D), ALL OF THE FAIRIES, Mai Tai, the steampunk dolls, Juwon (and his sick cloud pants), Jade, Minty, Macaron, the banshee, the witch, etc, etc, etc.

I've been scrolling through her YouTube for like 45 minutes looking at all of her dolls lmao.

[beeapocalypse]

slowly chipping away at a yuliya design. the outfit is nice but idk abt the colors

[gascon-en-exil]

I feel there's a number of interesting character left in New Mystery if you want to hear? At the very least, there a number of non "in case your regular units died filler" characters not in FEH.

Kind of, but I wouldn't call most of them very interesting. For female characters it's just down to those four I named before, and there's no way IS would release an FE12 banner without at least one of them. Even the Coyote's Men banner, one of the most male-dominated male banners ever, had Malice randomly thrown in as well as a Heroes OC (ascended Fjorm).

For missing male FE12 characters I'm pretty sure the list goes

Arran

Ryan

Cord

Bord

Jubelo

Castor

Frey

Samuel

Wendell

Caesar

Radd

Roger

Etzel

Arlen

Dice

Horace

Jake

Robert

Belf

Reiden

Beck

Dolph

Macellan

Tomas

Samson

Frost

Ymir

Those in italics are also playable in FE1 and/or FE11, so they're less likely to show up on a New Mystery banner if only so that a future Shadow Dragon banner might have more to pull from. Of the others, I'd single out Samuel, Arlen, and Dice (because Malice is already in FEH) as the most likely choices, with Jubelo only being feasible if added alongside Yuliya. Ryan might come alongside Cecil or Marisha, if they opt to go for an earlygame banner.

...Or they could throw together the three Sable Knights and a random female character (not Midia, she's desperately needed for a Shadow Dragon banner), and just repeat what they did with the Coyote's Men. Got to dump all these low-value men into the game at some point.

[the-trinket-witch]

Hello ! May I ask for 💝 Eugenio about Yuliya and Yves in return please ?

Yuliya:

"Her singing is so. fuckin'. pretty! I think I might've spooked her once when she started up and I just...started in on my violin. We came from the same world and I guess while I don't 100% understand when she's speaking in french, hearing about stuff from over in Europe is super neat. I got to show her how to play Seven and No Peek, and some of the games we get into just devolve into a bitch-fest about stuff we've had happen over the week. It's actually a lotta fun."

Yves:

"I'm pretty used to being the family bbq's 'babysitter', and it ain't the first time I've had someone younger kids cling to me. Honestly it's...kinda nice being a sorta Bigger Sibling. I'm hoping he can be a lil more confident eventually; n-not that I don't wanna have him around, just that I hope he doesn't feel like he's gotta hide behind someone. He's really good at magic, so it's not like he's weak or anything. Wonder if I can get him to help me teach Grim how to use his magic-tuna only gets ya so far..."

[iztea]

1, 2, 6 (doesnt have to be a tag just curious as to who it is!), 18, and 21 for the artist ask :)

1. what is your favorite color to work with?

warm colors red/orange are pretty nice

2. who is your favorite character to draw?

definitely angel devil csm! i love adding wings/angelic motifs to characters so when i saw him i knew it was right down my alley there's so much i can do with his character and i haven't even reached the tip of the iceberg

6. tag your favorite artists/inspirations!

some big inspirations of mine that make me want to pick up a pen and start drawing are

@ revol4357

@ zhiruiwang5

@ congming33

@ null__u

@ dracarysgang

@ mrzkvaart

@ era_pippi

@ litarnes

(twitter @'s )

but also Yuliya Litvinova, Chiara Bautista, Angela He, Francisco Goya, and many many more that i just can't remember right now

18. how long have you been drawing/ when did you officially “declare” yourself as an artist?

late 2018/early 2019 i started drawing and posting like,, every day

i started declaring myself an artist only very recently as i became more confident in my skills i still cringe a little bit so i don't say it very often, but i am not denying it either

21. draw one of your original characters

i am not really interested in making OCs for some reason, when i'm drawing original works, i am more interested in creating some sort of a concept where the main subject is not that relevant in an individual sense, they moreso contribute to the overall atmosphere so i don't think i have any >< the blind woman from my medusa art is the closest thing i have to an OC haha maybe i should draw her i'll edit this post when i do

I hope that answers it! Thank u for the Qs and for reviving my account, anon<33

[sicknessbysalem]

because today (january 15th) is Novak’s birthday, here is a fic for the birthday boi

tw emeto, nausea, being sick in public

As Yuliya comes into the kitchen, she finds it quite strange that there is no sign of Novak anywhere.

There’s no coffee in the pot, there’s no dish in the sink, Novak’s running shoes are sitting at the door still. There is silence in Marina’s house.

She had an early ice session, one she planned so she could take Novak and his family, their family, to dinner tonight to celebrate the former linebacker and current defensive coach’s birthday. She was excited.

Yuliya looked around the apartment. She saw messy ash blond hair poking out from underneath a blanket on the couch. She giggled softly.

Checking the time, it was almost 10:30. Novak rarely slept in this late, but as Yuliya thought about it, she was pretty sure Novak was up late last night. And she remembered him texting her once Elya was ready for school.

For Novak to have fallen back asleep in the living room was unusual, sure, but Yuliya came to notice that sometimes Novak would have a hard time falling asleep at night.

So, she figured, that was what happened. He couldn’t sleep last night, woke up to get his daughter to school, and then fell back asleep for a bit.

The Mavericks were knocked out of the playoffs, so Novak didn’t have much work today. The coaching staff had met, changes were made, so now Novak simply had to just wait until it was time to go back.

Yuliya approached the coach, her gaze softening as she took in Novak's peaceful expression.

His ash blond hair fell messily over his forehead, and she couldn't resist reaching out to gently brush it aside. Novak stirred, slowly opening his eyes.

"Hey, birthday boy," Yuliya said with a teasing smile. "Rough night?”

Novak chuckled, a touch of fatigue still lingering in his eyes. "Just a bit. But nothing I can't handle."

Yuliya raised an eyebrow playfully. "Well, you sure know how to make it look effortless."

Novak gave her a grateful smile. He hadn’t slept well, that was true. But he felt vaguely sick all night. The type of vague illness that made him cautious about sleeping but nothing ever came of his symptoms.

He got up at 7 to get Elya to school, and when the queasiness persisted, and a dull ache clung to his stomach, he figured maybe laying down and trying to sleep a little more would help him feel a bit better.

Yuliya sat down beside him. Novak sat up enough for her to sit, before laying his head in her lap. She giggled, petting his hair gently, “So clingy. It’s cute…”

Novak moaned in disapproval, but he didn’t move. He was still so tired.

“So, birthday plans? Or are you one of those people who prefer to ignore the fact that they're getting older?" Yuliya questioned after there was a silence between them.

Novak feigned a look of mock offense. "Who, me? Never! I'm a total party animal.”

Yuliya chuckled, “I’m sure you are.”

“What’s the plan?” Novak asked.

Yuliya smiled, "Well, there's a family dinner planned. You, me, Elya, and your mom. Nothing too fancy, just good food and good company. Downtown, I already made the reservation.”

Novak smiled, kissing the back of Yuliya’s hand. He was grateful for Yuliya's thoughtfulness. "Sounds perfect. Thank you."

-

Novak stood in front of the mirror, donned in a sleek suit, meticulously brushing out his ash-blond hair.

As he carefully smoothed his hair, a sudden wave of nausea struck him. Novak's grip tightened on the brush in one hand. With the other, he braced himself against the top of his dresser.

He took a steadying breath, closing his eyes, determined to keep the facade intact. He set down the brush, taking another breath.

He opened his eyes, fixed his shirt. The faint scent of cologne lingered in the air as he buttoned his shirt, which did him no favors.

He went over to his bag, pulling out a pack of gum. Novak was no stranger to his stomach pitching a fit for whatever reason, so he always carried something minty on him.

He unwrapped a piece, chewing it while he finished getting ready. It was just a few hours. Then he could let this bother him. Just not right now.

Yuliya entered the room, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Novak in formal attire. "You clean up nice, Coach."

Novak forced a smile, the nausea momentarily receding. He looked over Yuliya, in a dark purple dress that complimented her skin and her hair.

“Thanks. You're not looking too shabby yourself,” Novak said, kissing her forehead.

Yuliya chuckled,"So, how are we feeling about dinner..? I smell mint.”

"Excited for dinner,” Novak replied, “I grabbed a piece of gum to make sure my breath was good, couldn’t remember if I brushed my teeth this morning.”

Yuliya smiled, “Well, much appreciated. It's going to be a great night."

Yuliya reached out to adjust his tie, her fingers grazing his neck. Novak winced inwardly, the contact amplifying his unease. He masked it with a casual shrug, hoping to distract her from any perceived tension.

"Well, you certainly look the part of a birthday boy," she teased.

Novak's response was cut short by a subtle but unmistakable lurch in his stomach. He discreetly swallowed back the rising discomfort, unwilling to let his ailment overshadow the occasion.

Yuliya, satisfied with her handiwork on Novak's tie, flashed him a radiant smile. "Alright, let's make this a night to remember."

Novak nodded, mustering every ounce of strength to maintain his charismatic demeanor. As they headed towards the door, he couldn't shake the persistent nausea, but his commitment to the celebration outweighed everything else.

It was just a few hours.

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The upscale restaurant buzzed with a subdued ambiance, the clinking of fine china and soft murmur of conversations creating a sophisticated backdrop.

Novak sat at the table with Yuliya, his mom, and his daughter, the warm glow of ambient lighting casting a soft radiance over their faces.

As the waiter approached to take their orders, Novak glanced at the menu, his usual enthusiasm for selecting dishes replaced by a muted contemplation.

A dull ache pulsed through his temples, and the prospect of a rich meal seemed less appealing with every passing moment. So began the hunt for something that hopefully would be easier on his already aggravated stomach.

Everyone ordered. Novak didn’t even remember what he asked for, only remembered it was definitely something simple. But that would be for the better, he hopefully

Throughout dinner, Novak found himself pushing the food around his plate more than actually eating. The rich aromas that usually delighted his senses now threatened to overwhelm him. He took occasional sips of water, attempting to maintain an air of normalcy. He drank more water than he ate food, but nobody really seemed to notice.

Conversation flowed around him as Marina animatedly discussed her plans for the next gallery, trying to get Yuliya involved, and Elya excitedly recounted stories from school. Yuliya smiled at Novak, her concern flickering in her eyes, but he offered a small reassuring smile in return.

As the waiter cleared the plates, the anticipation of dessert hung in the air. Novak forced a smile when the waiter presented the dessert menu, but his appetite had long abandoned him.

"I think I'm going to pass on dessert tonight," Novak announced, his voice slightly strained.

Yuliya laughed, “It’s your birthday, coach.”

“Dinner was very filling,” Novak said, “Besides, I don’t think there’s much I can eat here anyway.”

“Actually,” Marina said, “I got you some treats. They’re at home. Ones you can have, I know you aren’t a big sweets guy either. You never have been.”

As the conversation continued, the waiter brought the bill, placing it on the table. Novak shifted in his seat, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

The sudden onslaught of nausea threatened to disrupt the composed facade he'd maintained throughout the evening.

As they waited for the bill to be processed, Novak's stomach twisted uncomfortably. He clenched his jaw, determined to endure the lingering discomfort until they could leave the restaurant.

Suddenly, an involuntary lurch seized Novak, and he instinctively covered his mouth, the color draining from his face. But he tried to pass it off as a simple cough, which did his stomach no favors.

“It’s snowing,” Novak said, “I’ll get the car, Yules.”

He needed an excuse. An excuse to get out of here.

Yuliya watched Novak's abrupt departure, her concern deepening.

“That’s… weird,” Marina said, “Yuliya do you know what’s wrong? Is he sick or something?”

Yuliya shook her head, “No. i mean Novak was pretty tired today but he never said anything about… you know, I should go check on him.”

As she stepped into the parking lot, Yuliya spotted Novak standing near the side of the building, in an alleyway between the restaurant and the neighboring business.

She watched as he braced himself against the bricks, taking deep breaths she could see in the cold air.

"Hey, you okay?" Yuliya asked, her breath forming its own mist in the cold air. "You seemed off in there."

Novak, not realizing Yuliya had followed him, hesitated for a moment, then mustered a weak smile. "Yeah, just felt a bit nauseous all of a sudden. Probably ate something that didn't agree with me."

“My gosh,” Yuliya said, her voice humored and annoyed at the same time, “You are so bad about that.”

Before Novak could respond, another wave of discomfort seized him. This time, he couldn't suppress it, and he moved, doubling over as his body rebelled against the lingering effects of dinner.

The quiet night was punctuated by the sounds of Novak being sick in the parking lot. Yuliya, torn between wanting to help and respecting Novak's privacy, stood a few paces away, her concern etched across her face.

Once the episode subsided, Novak straightened up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His attempt to maintain composure was evident, but Yuliya had seen through the facade.

"Okay, that wasn't just a cough," Yuliya remarked, taking a step closer. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Novak nodded, avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, just a bug or something. I'll be fine."

Yuliya, understanding Novak's inclination to downplay his discomfort, sighed softly. "You don't have to pretend, Novak. Let me take you home. You're not ruining anything by admitting you're not feeling well."

Novak hesitated, then nodded gratefully. "Yeah, maybe heading home is a good idea. I appreciate it."

“I’ll tell your mom, and we can actually celebrate your birthday when you don’t feel so sick, okay?” Yuliya said, “Go to the car.”

-

Yuliya sat on the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, providing a comforting presence for Novak who was hunched over the toilet.

The dim light in the bathroom cast a soft glow, creating a subdued atmosphere. Novak had mentioned a headache when they got home, and Yuliya was quick to try and help him feel less miserable.

Marina put Elya in bed. She felt bad about the whole thing, but figured Novak would be more accepting of care from his girlfriend rather than her, so she took the responsibility of Elya.

Novak, in between bouts of nausea, sighed and ran a shaky hand through his hair. The waves of sickness were unpredictable, making it so he couldn’t trust his body enough to let him leave the bathroom and lay down.

The bathroom tiles were cool beneath him, and he could tell Yuliya was resisting the urge to touch him. But he was thankful.

"You don't have to stay in here with me," Novak mumbled, his voice hoarse from the heaving.

Yuliya shook her head, offering a gentle smile. "I'm not going anywhere, Novak. I'm here for you. Besides, what kind of girlfriend abandons her sick boyfriend on his birthday?”

Novak rested his elbow on the bathtub, resting his head against his hand as he looked at Yuliya.

“I’m sorry about that,” Novak said, “I really thought I would be okay.”

“Of course you did,” Yuliya said, shrugging, “I’m not mad at you. If anything I’m mad at myself for not noticing.”

Novak shook his head, “No, really I tried to hide…”

Novak’s voice trailed off, his stomach lurching again. Novak braced himself for another round of vomiting.

Novak's stomach convulsed, and he leaned over the toilet, enduring another wave of sickness. Yuliya maintained her position in the doorway.

"You're doing great, Novak," Yuliya reassured him, her voice soft yet supportive. "Just take it one step at a time."

Novak, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, managed a weak nod. The nausea was more intense this time, and he could feel the discomfort coursing through his body.

He heaved, hard, gagging up saliva and bile. He was running out of things to purge, which was a good sign, but he knew that until this round was over he would struggle.

“Better out than in, coach,” Yulia said, messing with her bracelet on her wrist to occupy her hands so they stayed to herself.

Novak heaved again. This time he felt tears run down his cheek, felt sweat drip off him. All from the effort.

“You’re doing good,” Yuliya encouraged.

The next twenty minutes went like that. Novak heaving harder than he thought he ever could, Yuliya offering words of encouragement.

As Novak finished, he leaned back, resting against the bathroom wall. Yuliya handed him a damp cloth to wipe his face, providing a small measure of relief.

"Thanks," Novak whispered, his voice still strained.

Yuliya nodded, offering a comforting smile. "Seems like you’re empty, so whenever you're ready, we can take it slow and get you in bed."

Novak nodded, leaning his head back against the wall. His head was spinning and everything hurt.

“Yeah… just… give me a minute.” Novak said, breathless.

Yuliya offered a kind smile, “Don’t worry, take all the time you need.”

[thewolfisawake]

Can the muse cook?

Kesil: He can follow instructions but otherwise wouldn’t season. 

Artemis: Yes, someone has to save the tastebuds in his house. Pretty average but has picked up a lot of different dishes from all his travels. 

Samir: Yes! Like his fc, so good that it could’ve been his job. Just one part of his malewife ability

Bijou: Yes, but prefers for others to cook. 

Asier: No, to be fair, he doesn’t have to eat.

Aspis: Loves to eat but will be in the kitchen too, he cooks very well.

Crowe: Technically he could learn it any time and be good but has not. So no. Have to keep it fair somewhere.

Vesna: Don’t.

Dominicus: No, a hold over of that former rich kid.

Tannim: Honestly, hidden culinary god but no one ever assumes because his stuff ‘looks so basic.’ 

Noita: Unless it’s something long and slow or potato.....no. Generally no.

Kirika: Chef-tier. All of it looks instagram worthy cute. Best at sweets.

Sullivan: Does chucking stuff over a fire count?

Sorin: Yes, he helps run his family’s ryokan so he’s had to learn some of the good dishes. 

Altair: Nope, all these years and not a single bit of cooking done. 

Yukina: Pretty average cook.

Makari: Pft, no. Rich kid, never had to

Arsene: Yes, he had to learn after leaving and is decent at it.

Gisilbert: No, why would he?

Biserka: Only if she is dedicating every ounce of concentration so not really (Wait wait wait, doesn’t that mean that Vasi--)

Nikita: No, also rich kid and has the funds to just...eat at some nice place.

Hijiri: Yes

Beatrix: Yes, has saved a wedding from disaster because of it. Leave nothing to chance. 

Alec: Could but doesn’t, apparently villainy can pay for restaurants every night.

Erdene: Surprisingly, yes.

Kyri: Yes but can’t bake. 

Taehyun: Yes but would never let anyone know so he never has to cook. Anything with wine in it is exceptional.

Jasper: No and it’s hilarious because he has to when ‘babysitting.’ 

Belun: Can follow instructions, excellent knife work though

Wilhelmina: No

Veronika: No, as the head to a powerful vampire clan, why would she?

Yuliya: Yes, why her twin doesn’t is beyond her. 

Anri: Chef-tier, as servant to a powerful vampire clan, why wouldn’t he?

Rukiya: Yes, she makes lovely meals

Faye: Yes

Anastasiya: No, she doesn’t have to eat and thus doesn’t cook.

Ashte: Learning, since Eresh hasn’t had the chance to.

Rihanna: Does mess hall stuff count???

Luis: Yes

Raphael: No but he is giving it his best to learn.

Niamh: Yes, kinda has to to run her shop. 

Bayani: No, he’s a clueless bird and would just keep mixing whatever to see what works.

Donovan: Yes, nearing god-tier and forcing it onto his students.

Kidane: No

Yaenako: Yes, very specialized though. 

Oren: No, you’d think he would but no. 

Reyes: Yes but does not know how to scale down so a meal will last days.

Iris: Why would you want her to? She’d probably poison it

Calla: No, seems to be a trend in the friend group.

Altyn: No however no one would get to know that since she steals the talent for it if it ever came up. 

Percy: Yes, very good at catering to nonhuman palettes. 

Deianaira: Yes but wouldn’t use it. 

Cèilidh: Probably the only kid of the court that does. She can thank her sire for that. 

Mikoto: Yep. No one would ask her because they think she wouldn’t. But she is a great cook. Sometimes questionable ingredients or styling though.

Eiji: Sadly no, he hasn’t really had the time to learn.