#tenalach

traditional clothing ft. the fiwi daughters (+fires other daughter). i really wanted to draw traditional tenalach clothing!!!!! maple belongs to @strawberrypie12 not to me, but the rest is all from my canon universe timeline

Tenalach

In esoteric and Hermetic culinary philosophy, the concept of "Tenalach" in relation to cooking signifies a sacred and harmonious relationship between the cook and the natural elements involved in the culinary process.

It emphasizes the deep connection and reverence one has for the land, air, and water that provide the ingredients for cooking.

By embodying the essence of Tenalach, the cook becomes attuned to the subtle energies of the Earth, allowing them to infuse their creations with a divine essence that resonates with the natural world.

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55) things you said under your breath

Victor Nikiforov is an observant person. 

It began at a very early age – his parents would comment about how attentive he was to details, how he picked up on the smallest things that more often than not went unnoticed and drew conclusions from them. And asked questions. And asked more. And observed.

Lately, his case study’s been Yuuri Katsuki.

He’s learned a lot from watching him – how Yuuri drums his fingers on the table when he has something on his mind, how his eyes sparkle when he’s excited about an idea he wants to share, how he purses his lips when he lands a jump he’s not happy with.

Victor likes to think he knows many things about Yuuri, things that maybe not even Yuuri knows about himself. But he would know even more if he was sure it was OK to ask questions.

He hasn’t learned when Yuuri is more open to being asked questions yet. He does, but all of his questions have a clear end-goal – things like “are you tired?” and “how do you say that in Japanese?” are innocuous questions to ask, and Yuuri  answers them without thinking too much about it.

But the questions he really wants to ask do not have clear-cut answers. He wants to ask Yuuri why he doesn’t mention the banquet, for example, and wants to ask him what he’s been doing wrong, and yet something – perhaps the fear of rejection – paralyzes him. 

So Victor waits. Waits for the perfect opportunity.

Meanwhile, he observes. 

He knows Yuuri wants to tell him something, and that in itself fills his heart with hope. He hears Yuuri’s hesitant footsteps approaching his bedroom door one night, minutes after they bid each other good night, and holds his breath in expectation. 

Yuuri waits. Pads around. And goes back to his bedroom.

In the next morning Yuuri has in his eyes the expression of a person who’s clearly struggling, and despite Victor taking a chance and asking him what is wrong, Yuuri shuts him off with red cheeks and averting his eyes.

(Yuuri blushes up to his ears when he’s embarrassed, Victor has learned.)

Eventually, Yuuri relaxes a little. Victor knows there’s still something he’s been trying to tell him whenever he catches Yuuri looking at him with this particular expression, eyes wide in wonder and cheeks softly dusted with pink. 

He tells Yuuri he can tell him everything – “I am your coach, right? You can ask me anything!“ – and while Yuuri undoubtedly appreciates his offer, he’s still hesitant. 

He seems to forget about it after a couple of days, and it’s not until another night that he hears Yuuri’s footsteps outside his bedroom that he thinks of it again. His lights are still on, and he can hear what sounds like the rustle of papers on the other side of the door, but Yuuri runs back to his bedroom and shuts his door.

What is this guy up to?

Victor decides he needs to take the risk – mention it to Yuuri, ask him what he’s been doing outside of his bedroom and changing his mind by the last second. It’s a better approach than rolling his door open and taking him by surprise, right?

The next morning, as they’re having breakfast before practice, Yuuri blurts it out.

“Victor, I…” He pauses, looking at his hands on his lap, avoiding Victor’s eyes. “There’s something I want to show you.”

Intrigued, he simply nods, waiting for Yuuri to show him whatever he wants to show, wondering if this has been the source of Yuuri’s skittishness for the past week. Yuuri gets up and beckons, inviting him to come along, and Victor follows him down the corridor to his bedroom. 

He’s never been in Yuuri’s bedroom before – he usually stands awkwardly by the door if he needs something, not wanting to intrude Yuuri’s privacy after that first night incident – so there’s a lot to take in. Yuuri doesn’t unpack his competition luggage, it seems, placed by his bed with the zipper half open with airport tickets all over it. He has a keyboard that hasn’t been played in a while and Hasetsu Ice Castle mascots stickers glued on the side of his bed. 

There, without saying a word, Yuuri kneels beside his bed and pulls a drawer, fumbling through papers and a myriad of what Victor guesses to be fan letters in Japanese. Safely hidden under that mess is a big yellow envelope from which Yuuri pulls a thick stack of papers and starts blushing again, still avoiding eye contact, and mumbles something so low and so fast Victor can’t even be sure it’s said in English.

Yuuri glances up at him and, if that’s even possible, blushes even harder. 

“I-I, uh…” His hands grasp the stack of papers like he’s holding onto it for dear life. “I have— Ever since—Uh…”

He takes in a deep breath and looks at Victor. He’s still blushing, but the look in his eyes speaks of determination – just like when he’s decided to land a quad Salchow, or when Victor praises him for his triple Axel. 

Yuuri murmurs in rapid-fire, clear English that soon became rambling:

“The main reason why I didn’t want you to see my bedroom when you  arrived here was because I had an embarrassing number of posters of you hanging around my bedroom and believe me these are not the only ones I have I have a clearfile in my wardrobe with other thirty-eight posters that are limited edition and I never ever attempted hanging them on my walls andohgodthisisembarrassingbutIcouldn'tlivewiththisguiltanymore Victor you are the main reason why I wanted to keep skating youinspiredmetodowhatIdotodayandmybiggestdreamistoskateonthesameiceasyou ever since my teenage years I’ve been a huge fan and my poster collection got out of control myfriendPhichitwithwhomIsharedaroominDetroitknowshowbaditis I even have one of those flags they hand around in stadiums for competitions this is embarrassing please forgive me but I thought I should let you know.”

Victor knows he’s staring with an expression akin to shock when Yuuri finally stops, not blushing, but with shy eyes that look afraid of judgment.

“I hope you don’t think I’m a creep,” he sighs finally, handing Victor his treasured posters collection. 

He looks at the first paper on the stack. It’s a small poster of a ska— oh. He should have guessed. Victor feels a smile spreading across his lips. There are several posters of different phases of his skating career – with his long hair flowing behind him as well as of his short one with his fringe swept over an eye, in outfits Victor himself barely remembered. He feels Yuuri’s expectant gaze on his skin and can almost tell that he’s holding his breath.

He should have known. 

“Would you like me to sign them for you?” He offers, his voice soft and gentle.  

And Yuuri’s eyes light up in an expression Victor has no memory of seeing it before, a broad, earnest smile illuminating Yuuri’s face, and Victor can feel his happiness deep within his soul.