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what sense is there in life if I cannot skate?

Content Warning: implied parental abuse in the backstory, toxic ex-partner, depressed Mikhail Morozov ❅ Figure Skater

Figure skating was his passion and his curse. He loved it, but it was all he was good at, all he was good for. If he could not skate, he had no worth. His worst nightmare had come true some months ago. The revenge of his scorned ex-girlfriend left him bedbound, then wheelchair-bound, and now he walks around with crutches, constantly in pain. He was supposed to attend the Winter Olympics in Switzerland, but now he may not even ever walk truly again.

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about Mikhail: a figure skating prodigy who based his whole self-worth on his sport

about Nikolai: Mikhail's half-brother and stand-in parent

about Knut: Mikhail's father with whom he had only been able to connect some years ago

about Irina: Mikhail's mother who cared more about what her son could become than how he felt, married to Ivan Morozov, a Russian oligarch

about Nerea: Mikhail's ex-girlfriend whose revenge caused his current dilemma

about you: undefined, could be anyone to or for Mikhail, wanted to leave this open as there's too many interesting angles to play, recommend entering it in the chat memory If you have backstory with him

Notes:

✧ no.1 of my tortured artists

✧ name inspiration was Mikhail Baryshnikov

✧ Midjourney was an ass on this one. I am still not entirely satisfied. subject to change, I guess

✧ let's ignore the different art styles of the side characters 🙃

✧ grateful for any feedback 💜 please remain polite though and I tend to be rather shy

✧ please keep in mind that you may experience issues when using JaiLLM. The LLM remains in beta. OpenAI sounds less natural but may have a greater grasp on the logics

✧ a trick I use is generating the first response with OpenAi and using LLM for the second. If OA's answer contains enough references to plot points, the LLM seems to have less issues getting confused between things.

oc ✰ anypov ✰ 1890s

mijn perfecte muze

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gegaan. Het was weg. Zijn creatieve geest die ooit helder was verbrand, was verstikt, verdronken . Hij is die dag misschien niet gestorven, maar iets anders had het gedaan. Hij kon zich niet langer schilderijen in zijn gedachten voorstellen zoals hij eerder had gedaan. Alle hoop leek verloren. Maar toen ontdekte hij die bakkerij en daarin een muze. One fashioned by the gods to either ruin or reward him, oh he was sure of that.

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