#Hoverboards

[posthumanwanderings]

Sonic Riders (Sonic Team / Sega - GameCube - 2006)

[marlynnofmany]

Downhill Speed

You know what's a shame? Wasted potential.  Like this new place we were doing business, which was all swooping walkways and ramps — a spectacular opportunity for hoverboard fun, except for the fact that it would probably cause a massive diplomatic incident. The locals were an exceptionally stuffy and dignified species. I couldn't tell if they walked that slowly out of choice or necessity, though the planters full of edibles leaves every few yards felt like a clue. These guys were always chewing, as if they'd run out of the energy to move if they stopped.

I don't know. Maybe they were just like that for cultural reasons. But they kinda did look like koala-sloths in fancy robes. 

And as much as I wanted to find something with wheels or thrusters to ride whooping down the walkways, I didn't want to get our courier ship blacklisted from this sector of space. 

So I just waited patiently while Captain Sunlight worked out the details, and I helped Paint and Mur transfer the pile of small boxes from their hoversleds to ours. I didn't even comment on the inefficiency of all these small crates and multiple hoversleds when they could have had them strapped together in a pallet. Maybe the things came from multiple houses. Not my business. 

But then. One of the locals dropped a box.

It landed on a corner and cracked right open, to a chorus of horrified gasps, and its contents rolled out — a single glowy blue sphere, all sparkly and beautiful, the size of a bowling ball and just as fast. It gathered speed down the ramp while locals cried out helplessly. 

Well if that's not my cue, I don't know what is.

I jumped on a hoversled and flashed off after it, kicking madly to catch up. This was more awkward than I expected. I was out of practice — it had been a long time since I zipped between college classes on a proper board — and this was definitely not that. The little hoversled clearly wasn’t built for speed. It vibrated under me like it was panicking about the velocity we were going, and I couldn’t blame it.

This ramp was a pretty straight one so far, which was great, because I had no real way to steer. I’d kicked to a proper pace, and now I balanced with both feet planted and both arms out like an absolute amateur. But I didn’t want to tip over. I was closing in on the ball.

It made an ominous rumble along the floor.

It was just two yards away.

There was a corner coming up.

The ball was one yard away.

I crouched.

And I grabbed it, tucking it against my chest with one arm while I clutched the edge of the hoversled with the other, sitting down just before I slammed into the clear wall at the corner.

That was some painful skidding. I put my feet down to slow things further, which ended up spinning me around, dragging my feet behind me. But I didn’t drop the ball. And I probably didn’t get any friction burns through my sleeve, though I’d definitely have to check that later.

For now, I was busy sliding to a stop and taking a few deep breaths before standing up. As my blood stopped pounding in my ears quite so loudly, the realization trickled in that people were making a lot of noise around me.

Good noise? I think. Whew.

It took a second to be sure, but those were cheers of praise. Either this ball was an important holy item, or the stunt I’d pulled to catch it was just that impressive. Possibly both. I wouldn’t know until I got back up to the top, because there wasn’t anyone nearby to ask.

But they were hurrying down to meet me, as much as their species could be said to hurry. I found the height adjustment on the hoversled and raised it to where I could tow it without bending down, then started the long walk back up. I held the pretty blue sphere close.

When the koala-sloths met me in the middle, galloping with an undignified flapping of robes, they thanked me profusely for catching the high explosive before it leveled the place.

Multiple responses ran through my head.

I ended on “You might consider better packaging for it.”

They agreed, taking it from me (to my relief) and pulling the hoversled as well. By the time we reached the top, our entire crew was going to town with bubble wrap on the other boxes, and Captain Sunlight had arranged a significantly higher delivery fee.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

[cosmicheartzone]

((Short one related to the Riders series as I'm still setting up the plan for a story I'm starting in March! Reminder that a Team Rose takeover is planned for next month if you want to focus on questions for Amy, Cream, and Cosmo!))

[Rosoideae sprite is an edit of Jet's board from a Jet the Hawk sprite sheet by Gabriel Frag]

[arlequinelunaire]

Marker redraw of my original pen drawing of Skuld solo

[writebackatya]

Della: You know when I got back to Earth I thought we’d AT LEAST have hoverboards by now

Louie: Oh we have hoverboards now

Della: {gasps} Really?!

Louie: {pulls out his phone and shows Della a video of Mark Beaks dabbing on his hoverboard as it rolls onto the stage at a Waddle presentation}

Della: …There is not a single thing I like about this!

Louie: No wait, it gets better! {the video then shows the hoverboard catch on fire}

Della: {laughs} Oh man, I love this planet!

[belabras]

Skatefinder

Skatefinder is live! Introduce hoverboards, rocketblades, and hoverskates into your Starfinder game, as well as the sickest tricks this side of Akiton!

https://www.starfinderinfinite.com/product/493125/Skatefinder

[karynvienerblog]

[knightposting]

GHOST, PLAY SUPERMAN BY GOLDFINGER

[timptoe]

Of Butterflies and Flying Dwarves

I have a problem. And that problem is I want to put all my favorite grumpy characters on hoverboards.

Remember that spell Hira used to fly on a disk of pure magic? Qwydion sure does, and she's determined to make it work—whether Lacklon likes it or not.

aka the Dragon Age: Absolution fic I worked on to help me delay finishing Mass Effect so fast. 

Read the whole thing on Ao3.

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“Oh shit oh shit oh shit look out!”

A scream, followed by the crash of broken branches, followed by a groan. A familiar pattern. The fourth time this has happened in the last hour.

Ugh.

“What in the name of the Ancestors is she doing over there?” Lacklon grumbles.

“Magic, I think,” Roland responds, his honey-coated accent positively dripping with mirth.

They’ve been traveling on the road for a little over a week now, tracking Hira through the wilds of Tevinter. Lacklon would be just fine leaving her to the wolves and moving on to another job, but no he apparently has friends now and they’ve all decided to do the noble thing and chase her down to get that sodding magic circle thing back. Buncha dumbasses.

Roland shifts where he’s sitting with Lacklon against a fallen log, idly brushing against Lacklon’s shoulder. Well, maybe there are a few perks to staying.

Qwydion pokes her head out of the bush she’d fallen into, wide perpetual grin stretched across her face. “Guys! Guys! Did you see that?”

“Yeah, I saw you fall face-first into a bush,” Lacklon calls over, “so if that’s what you were aiming for, you know, congratulations.”

Roland nudges him with his elbow. “It was a good attempt, Qwydion.” He leaves his elbow against Lacklon’s shoulder, and Lacklon doesn’t move away.

“What’re you trying to do, anyway?” Lacklon thinks he does a pretty good job keeping his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach. “Because we’re trying to keep a low profile here and all the, you know, noise over there ain’t what I’d call stealthy.”

“Ah, you worry too much,” the qunari mage says, brushing the leaves off of her sleeve and striding across the clearing to where the pair are sitting. “Miri already scouted around here and there’s nothing but birds and trees for miles. I’m fine!”

Lacklon stares at the footlong branch tangled up in her horns. “Right. Fine.”

Roland chuckles and leans a bit harder into Lacklon’s arm. The butterflies dance faster. “Still no luck in replicating Hira’s spell?” the Orlesian asks.

Qwydion harrumphs and drops down next to them, trying to detach the wayward branch from the gold loop on her right horn. “I’ve got the basic principle, I think, but force magic isn’t my speciality. Making things go—“ here, she makes a pa-chooo noise “—is. It’s a different kind of energy focus, creation instead of destruction, especially trying to create a circle of pure magic I can stand on.” She pouts. “It’s tough.”

Roland chuckles again. “Do not worry. I am sure you will get it right.”

She flops over backward and twists her head up at him, grinning again. “Thanks Roland.”

“I don’t get why this is such a big deal,” Lacklon grumps. “Hira’s terrible. Stands to reason any magic she can cast is terrible, too.”

Qwydion frowns from her upside-down position. “Magic isn’t terrible. Magic isn’t good or bad, it just is. It’s who and how you use it that gives it a moral, you know, whatever.” She pauses for a moment. “But I do agree with you that Hira is terrible.”

“Regardless,” Roland says gently, “it is fascinating to watch you work.”

“Fascinating, hilarious, same thing,” Lacklon mutters under his breath. 

Qwydion impishly sticks her tongue out at him.

“Perhaps we can help?” Roland casually twines his fingers with Lacklon’s, which has the effect of stopping Lacklon from continuing to poke fun at their companion. Mostly because those butterflies have decided to have the dance battle to end all dance battles in his stomach.

Damn, this guy is smooth.

“I may not know magic,” the warrior continues, as if he has no idea at all what he’s doing to Lacklon by oh-so-gently brushing the heel of Lacklon’s palm with his thumb, “but sometimes talking it out helps. And I do know something about tactics.” He lightly squeezes Lacklon’s hand once, never breaking eye contact with Qwydion.

Fucking smooth.

“Sure! Couldn’t hurt, right?” Qwydion springs up and crouches in the dirt in front of them, completely oblivious to Lacklon’s currently tenuous grip on reality. She rapidly marks out a series of glyphs and runes in the dirt as she talks. “Okay, so take elemental magic. When I pull raw magic out of the Fade, I can just tell what it wants to be, you know? Like, say, if I want to throw a lightning bolt, I find the energy that’s most, you know, lightning-ish and I pull on it and then it’s there. If I want to make a wall of fire, I focus on the area where I want that wall the happen and then pull some fire-y energy out and it becomes fire, you know? I mean, it’s a little more complicated than that, especially when you get into the more destructive stuff, but that’s essentially what it feels like.”

Roland blinks. “Have you ever—“

“I’ve never been to school for this, no, self-taught Tal Vashoth over here!” Qwydion laughs nervously. “Anywho force magic is different. You pull the threads of raw magic and then shape the energy in a specific way. Like with Hira’s spell: the raw energy is shaped into a disc and then told, you know, stay. Except,” she leans forward conspiratorially, “magic doesn’t like being told what to do like that. Especially when you’re making something semi-permanent like that disc. The energy is always trying to separate and go back to the Fade. Keeping it present is the part I keep messing up.”

She cocks her head at them, hope shining in her eyes. “So…that’s where I am. Thoughts?”

Lacklon looks at Roland, who has the dazed expression of someone who just got brained by the short end of a long sword. How is it possible he even looks cute when he’s confused?

The Orlesian shakes it off after a moment. “Haha, yes,” he laughs faintly, “that does sound like a problem.”

“You have no idea what I just said, do you,” Qwydion says flatly.

“Not a clue,” he admits.

“Uuugh, why am I so bad at this?” she groans in frustration. “Is it because I’m self-taught? Other mages don’t seem to have a problem getting their point across but whenever I try it everything comes out—“

“What if you put it in something?” Lacklon muses.

Qwydion stops and stares at him, mouth open in mid-sentence. He doesn’t look but he can feel Roland staring, too. He ducks his head, heat flooding his cheeks, and mutters, “What? Nevermind.”

“No no, say that again,” the mage says, suddenly very interested.

“I just—“ he starts, then stops abruptly. This is stupid, those runes in the dirt might as well be pictures of animals for all he can tell, magic isn’t his bag and the last thing he wants is to look stupid in front of Roland.

And that’s the stupidest thing of all.

Ugh, they’ve only been whatever-this-is for a few days and already he’s acting like he’s lost his sodding mind. Get it together, Lacklon.

But when he (finally) looks over at Roland, all he sees is an encouraging smile. The most beautiful smile he’s ever oh fine what the hell.

“You said the magical energy or whatever doesn’t want to stay together, right?” he says gruffly, getting the words out as quickly as he can. “So contain it. Put it in something. ‘S what I do with my grenades.”

The glade is silent for a moment, long enough for the heat on his cheeks to spread to the tips of his ears. Stupid. Shoulda kept my—

Qwydion sweeps him off the ground, spinning him around in a hug as she cackles with glee. “Lacklon! That’s perfect! What an incredible idea, giving the energy a physical barrier might help it keep its shape, I can’t believe I— oh, I could kiss you right now!” She stops suddenly, holding him directly out in front of her with her freakish qunari strength. “Well, guess that one’s not my job,” she adds with a wicked gleam in her eye.

He has never wished he were a mage with the ability to shoot fire straight out of his eyes more than in this moment.

She laughs and puts him down on the ground, then skips back across the clearing without another word.

Lacklon mutters a string of curses under his breath involving the Ancestors, her ancestors, and the unnaturalness of magic, then turns to go practice his axe work on a stump or seven. And stops right in front of Roland.

Who says, “No, that one is my job,” and leans down to kiss him gently on the forehead.

Lacklon feels all the anger rush out of him as the butterflies return, dancing pinwheels around Roland’s fingers as they caress his cheek. “You are truly breathtaking, you know that?”

The dwarf huffs, heat at the tips of his ears for a different reason now. “Why don’t, uh…why don’t you come with me over here and tell me more about that?”

Roland grins brightly enough to outshine the sun. 

Read the rest on Ao3!

[posthumanwanderings]

Sonic Riders (Sonic Team / Sega - GameCube - 2006)

[catherinadodson1976blog]

[coritale]

everything started going downhill after the hoverboard

[australiahoverboard]

Elevate the Fun: Exploring the Greatest Hoverboard Accessories Kids Can’t Resist

Hey there, adventurous parents and thrill-seeking kids! If your little ones are hoverboard enthusiasts, you know the joy they experience when zipping around the neighbourhood on their self-balancing scooters. But what if I told you there’s a whole world of excitement waiting for them with the best hoverboard attachments? Yes, you heard it right! Let’s dive into the universe of Hoverboard Accessories, from chargers to carry bags and stylish skins & covers.

Charging Up the Fun: Hoverboard Charger

We all know the feeling of disappointment when the hoverboard’s battery runs out mid-adventure. Fear not! The Hoverboard Charger is here to the rescue. With faster charging times and enhanced durability, this accessory ensures your kids spend more time riding and less time waiting. Say goodbye to long charging breaks and hello to uninterrupted fun!

On-the-Go Convenience: Hoverboards Carry Bags

Now that your little daredevils are fully charged, they need a stylish and practical way to carry their self-balancing scooters. Enter the Hoverboards Carry Bags. These bags are not just for transportation; they’re a fashion statement! With various designs and sizes, your kids can express their personalities while keeping their hoverboards safe and sound. It’s like having a personal hoverboard chauffeur in the form of a trendy bag!

Stylish Shields: Hoverboards Skins & Covers

Who said hoverboards can’t be fashion-forward? Elevate your kids’ ride with Hoverboards Skins & Covers. From vibrant colors to cool patterns, these skins add a touch of personal flair to their self-balancing scooters. It’s not just about protection; it’s about making a statement. Let your kids stand out and showcase their unique style as they cruise through the streets.

Hoverboard Handle Bar: Take Control with Confidence

Unleash a new level of stability and maneuverability with our Hoverboard Handle Bar. Crafted for 6.5-inch to 10-inch electric scooters, this sleek accessory transforms your hoverboard into a versatile, easy-to-handle ride. The adjustable handlebar provides a secure grip, allowing riders of all ages to maintain balance effortlessly.

Safety Helmet for Hoverboards: Ride in Style, Protect in Pink

Safety meets style with our Safety Helmet for Hoverboards in a vibrant pink color. Engineered for optimal head protection, this helmet is the perfect fusion of fashion and function. The adjustable straps guarantee a snug fit, ensuring comfort without compromising safety.

Whether you’re a beginner or a seasoned rider, our Safety Helmet provides peace of mind, safeguarding you from unexpected falls and collisions. Ride confidently, knowing you have the best protection on your side.

Conclusion: Elevate the Hoverboard Experience

There you have it, folks – a whirlwind tour of the best hoverboard accessories that will take your kids’ riding experience to new heights. From chargers that minimize downtime to stylish carry bags and attention-grabbing skins & covers, these accessories redefine hoverboarding.

Ready to level up the fun? Head over to our Hoverboard Accessories page and explore the collections that suit your kids’ personalities. Don’t just let them ride; let them ride in style!

So, what are you waiting for? Buckle up, hoverboard enthusiasts, and let the adventures begin! Share your thoughts in the comments below and spread the joy by sharing this article with fellow hoverboard enthusiasts. Happy riding!