#Ice Skate AU
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Inukag Ice skate au
This isn’t an exact part but totally was inspired by @pipistrellee’s fic Breaking the Ice. (Awesome fic!!!)😍
Originally this was a ballet pose, but I found it a so powerful and beautiful movement and just suits for them.
#inuyasha#inukag#inuyasha fanart#kagome#fic rec#my art#traditional art#ice skate au#fanart for fanfics
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strong thighs, save me, Gale's strong thighs...
#still drawing ice skating au stuff please help me#ice skate au#bg3 fanart#bg3#bg3 gale#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate 3 gale#baldur's gate fanart#baldur's gate iii#baldurs gate 3#gale fanart#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#baldur's gate 3 gale fanart#bg3 gale fanart#artists on tumblr#my art
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I came up with a klapollo ice skating au and then a friend showed me the beauty that is Yuzuru Hanyus performances and now you get to look at the results of my brain worms
#ace attorney#klavier gavin#apollo justice#klapollo#daryan crescend#the comic is low budget but I had to get it out of my system#ice skate au#1k
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Zhongven and knighbard on ice
What a good AU! I leave here my other art about it 🫶🏻✨
#genshin impact#askshioventi#askventi#nameless bard#nameless knight#knightbard#venti#zhongli#zhongven#ice skate au#ice AU
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same hobby, different fonts ❄️
#tmnt#digital#leonardo hamato#raphael hamato#tmnt 2012#fanart#cousins au#turtle tots#ice skating#they’re twin coded your honor
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Them, holding hands <3
#art#fanart#my art#i love them#wind breaker#windbreaker#ウィンブレ#sakura haruka#suo hayato#suosaku#it's Sakura's turn to teach#Suo is good at everything imo#he just gives that vibe#skater au#ice skater suo#skate boarder sakura
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Ice Skating AU belongs to @deduukkk
~Please make bunnydoll canon Deddukk~
I had A LOT of fun drawing this!! It reminded me so much of Yuri on Ice that MY GOD. The feels...
I absolute loved their designs too!!!
Commission me <3
#tadc jax#the amazing digital circus#tadc#tadc ragatha#tadc fanart#bunnydoll#jax#ragatha#tadc au#ice skating au#Spotify
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A moot over on Twitter pointed out Zoro looked like a Christmas tree-
#my art#sanji x zoro#sanzo#zosan#zoro x sanji#op zosan#one piece zosan#zosan art#art#zosan ice skating au
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⮞ Teaser Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Other Tags: Hockey Player!Jungkook, Figure Skater!Reader, Hockey Player!Taehyung, Hockey Player!Jimin, Coach!Yoongi, Hockey Player!Namjoon, Hockey Player!Hoseok, Figure Skater!Jin, Genre: Hockey!AU, Figure Skating!AU, Olympic!AU, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Self-Discovery, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn Drop Date: 01/20/2025 Summary: Y/N Y/L/N has always been destined for greatness as a competitive figure skater, her dreams of the Olympics sparkling like the ice beneath her blades. But when a devastating injury sidelines her, those dreams seem to melt away. Just when she feels lost, she unexpectedly meets Jeon Jungkook, a talented NHL hockey player.
I never used to think about what came after. Why would I? It felt pointless, like trying to guess the end of a novel when you’re still tangled in the middle. Every chapter rushing by, barely letting you catch your breath. Sometimes, life dangled a dream so vivid, so close, you could almost feel it in your hands. But right when you thought you had it? That’s when life reminded you—pages stop turning. Lights flick off. And suddenly, you’re back in the grind, stuck right where you started.
Normal? No chance. I wouldn’t recognize normal if it jumped out of the shadows and hit me. Normal was for people who punched clocks and sipped lukewarm coffee in beige cubicles. My mornings started when the world was still dark—lacing up my skates, the cold air biting at my face. Stretch until the pain dulled, practice until my routines were burned into my mind like a broken record. The rink smelled like sweat, frost, and desperation, clinging to me as I chased that perfect moment, day in and day out.
That was my life. Until it wasn’t.
From the moment I took my first steps, the ice had been my escape. My personal sanctuary. Each time my skates touched the frozen surface, electricity sparked through me, alive in my bones. My mom, Emily, she saw it first. She recognized that fire in me and latched on, pulling me headfirst into the competitive skating world. She wasn’t just supportive—she was relentless, like a storm barreling down on me, pushing me to be perfect. To her, maybe that was all that mattered.
People whispered behind her back, saying she was living vicariously through me, chasing dreams she’d lost. But I didn’t resent her for it. Her ambition, fierce and all-consuming, burned like a fire. It kept me warm—even when it scorched me. It wasn’t the trophies or the standing ovations that drove me. It was the ice itself. Out there, I wasn’t just a name on a roster. I was free.
Emily had been a skater once, too. But life, cruel and chaotic, had other plans. Her dreams fizzled out, lost somewhere between time and circumstance. When she got pregnant with me, she married my dad, Jim, and watched her ambitions wither like dead leaves. Year by year, regret settled in, until all she had left was me—and the ice. I became her second chance.
She met Jim when she was still a bright-eyed girl in a small town, dreaming big. He came to Michigan for police training; she was restless, yearning for more. They fell in love—or something close to it. Soon enough, I came along, and after a quick courthouse wedding, our lives unraveled. Emily and I left Michigan for Colorado, chasing skating dreams. Jim drifted back to Olympia, Washington, sinking into his routine like it was quicksand.
I became the bridge between them, constantly tugged between my dad’s predictable world and my mom’s fierce drive. Stability—something I longed for—was never in the cards. Emily hated Michigan, so we stayed away. Jim became less of a father and more of a ghost.
The crackle of the intercom yanked me from my thoughts. My knee throbbed, a bitter reminder.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain. We’re starting our descent into Detroit, where it’s currently five-eighteen p.m., and a frigid fifteen degrees Fahrenheit. Please secure your belongings.”
Michigan. I was back, but it didn’t feel like home. It hadn’t for years. And yet, here I was. Family wasn’t a refuge—not with Jim. He felt more like a stranger now, a shadow of someone I used to know. The home we once had? Long gone.
Monday, I’d meet with Dr. Jeon. People swore he was the best, but deep down, I already knew none of it mattered. The moment my skate hit that rough patch of ice, when my body twisted and the world flipped upside down, I knew—my skating days were over.
I could still see it. The rink, bathed in soft afternoon light, the sound of *Swan Lake* floating through the air. I wasn’t competing that day, just skating for the sheer joy of it. Emily and my coach were in the bleachers, discussing my next routine. I built up speed, heading into a fan spiral, when it happened. My blade caught. My leg buckled. I hit the ice hard. Everything went dark.
The plane’s landing gear screeched, snapping me back to the present. My heart raced, the memory fading like smoke. As the plane stopped, passengers scrambled for their bags. I waited, letting them pass, before grabbing my things. The crutches in my hands were cold, unfamiliar. I used to glide effortlessly across the ice, and now, here I was—struggling just to stay upright on solid ground.
At baggage claim, I stared at the mountain of luggage, feeling the weight of it all sink in. How was I supposed to manage with no free hands?
“You need a hand?”
The voice startled me. I turned and saw him—tall, with warm brown eyes that somehow felt like they saw right through me. Before I could respond, someone bumped into me, and my crutch clattered to the floor. I wobbled, reaching out to steady myself, but he was faster. He caught me.
For a moment, the noise, the crowd, everything blurred. It was just us, frozen in time.
“You alright?” His voice was soft, steady, his hands still gripping my arms. I nodded, heat flushing my face as I pulled away.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.” I muttered. He bent down, picking up my crutch. As he handed it back, his eyes lingered on me, not with pity, but with something else. Understanding, maybe.
“No problem.” His smile was easy, casual, but there was something behind it, like he had more to say.
Around us, life resumed its frantic pace—people rushing by, voices bouncing off the airport’s high ceilings. But for just a second longer, it was still only us.
“Need help with your bags?” he asked, glancing at the heap of luggage.
I hesitated, my pride prickling. “I’ve got it,” I said, even though I clearly didn’t. My knee throbbed in protest.
He didn’t push. Just smiled, unbothered, and shrugged. “Alright. But it’s no trouble if you change your mind.”
As I shifted my weight, feeling the twinge in my leg, I sighed. “Okay, yeah, I could use some help.” The words tasted like defeat, but he didn’t seem to notice.
He easily grabbed my suitcase, balancing my smaller bag on top. I clung to my messenger bag, determined to carry something myself.
"Is someone picking you up?" he asked as we walked toward the sliding glass doors, the cold Michigan air sneaking in like a thief in the night.
"No, I'll just grab a cab," I said, weaving through the crowd. His presence next to me felt steady, comforting, like a life raft I didn’t even know I needed.
“I’ve got my car in the overnight lot,” he offered casually, like it was no big deal. “I could give you a ride if you want.”
For a moment, I hesitated, caught off guard by the offer. “No, it’s okay,” I said, almost too quickly. “A cab’s fine.” But something shifted in his face—just for a second. Disappointment? Or was that just my imagination?
We stepped outside, and the cold hit me like a slap, sharp and biting. I cursed under my breath for not grabbing my gloves.
He noticed, his lips quirking up in a knowing smile. “Forgot what Michigan feels like in January?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, pulling my coat tighter. “Something like that.” I should’ve been used to it by now. I grew up on ice, for God’s sake. But standing there in the freezing wind felt different, like the cold wasn’t just outside—it was creeping inside me, gnawing at the edges of something deeper.
“So, where were you before this?” he asked, his curiosity genuine, his breath hanging in the air like smoke.
“Nevada. Before that, Colorado. We moved around a lot.” I don’t even know why I was telling him this. I didn’t even know his name.
“We?” He raised an eyebrow, the question soft, but pointed.
“Me and my mom,” I said, my voice quieter now. “She’s never been one to stay put. Wherever she went, I followed.”
He nodded, like he understood more than he should. “A modern-day nomad. Sounds... exhausting.”
I let out a small laugh, more out of habit than anything else. “Yeah, it can be.” But there was something easy about him, something that made this whole conversation feel less strange, less fleeting.
“You staying here for a while?” he asked, his dark eyes locking with mine, the cold forgotten for a moment.
“For the foreseeable future,” I replied, surprising myself with how easily the words slipped out.
“Good to know.” His voice softened, like he was letting me in on some secret only we shared. That crooked smile crept back, and I felt my pulse quicken again. He had no idea what he was doing to me.
I bit my lip, trying to steady the rush of nerves rising in my chest. What was I even doing? Standing here, flirting with a stranger in the dead of winter? This wasn’t real life—it was the stuff of daydreams. But somehow, with him, it felt real. Almost too real.
“Maybe I’ll see you around,” he said, his hand lifting to ruffle his hair again. The messy strands fell back into place like he didn’t care—like he knew exactly how disheveled he looked and leaned into it.
“Yeah, maybe,” I said, though I wasn’t sure I believed it. The airport, the cold wind—it all seemed to fade away, leaving just us in this strange, fleeting moment.
“You live nearby?” I asked, even though I knew I should’ve been hopping into a cab by now, getting out of this freezing wind and back to whatever was left of my life.
“Detroit,” he said, his breath fogging in the air like a ghost of something lost.
“Me too,” I said, a little too quickly. “Just moved there, actually.”
“Downtown?” He asked it casually, but his eyes were sharp, as if my answer might mean more than I realized.
“Royal Oak,” I said, nodding. “The old houses there... they’re beautiful.”
“They are,” he agreed, and there was something in the way he said it, like he was noticing things I didn’t even realize I was showing. His gaze flicked between my eyes and my lips, and for a moment, the air between us stretched thin, a fragile thread pulling us closer until a sharp gust of wind snapped it, jolting me back to reality.
"Welcome to Michigan," he said with a laugh, his voice warm against the icy air. Without warning, he reached down and took my bare hands in his. The warmth of his touch jolted through me, electric, racing straight to my core. For a second, I swore the ground shifted beneath us. Something unspoken buzzed between our hands.
“We should get you a cab,” he said, glancing down at my frozen fingers, his expression softening with concern. “You’re not exactly dressed for this weather.”
"Yeah, I probably should’ve planned better,” I admitted with a laugh, still caught up in the warmth of his hands, the way they made everything else feel just a little less cold.
He waved down a cab with the ease of someone who’s done it a hundred times. I watched him as he loaded my bags into the trunk, every movement feeling like a countdown. And then, when he opened the passenger door for me, I hesitated. I stood at the edge of that moment, torn between the part of me that wanted to leave and the part that wanted to stay, just a little longer.
“Thanks for the help,” I said, looking up at him, my heart thudding hard in my chest.
“Jungkook,” he said, his voice soft, that crooked smile still tugging at his lips. “I’m Jungkook.”
“Y/N,” I replied, the name slipping out of my mouth so naturally it felt like it was meant for him, like it was always supposed to be said here, in this cold, surreal moment.
“Y/N,” he repeated, like he was testing it on his tongue, like it was something fragile and precious. He leaned in just a little, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Y/N?" His hand hovered near my shoulder, his voice even quieter now, almost as if he was about to share a secret meant only for me.
And suddenly, the world around us—everything—fell away. The cold, the noise, the blur of people rushing past. It was just him, standing there with that crooked grin, making me wonder if maybe—just maybe—this wasn’t the end of whatever this was.
“Yeah, Jungkook?” I asked, my breath catching, anticipation curling low in my stomach.
“My friends and I... we hang out at this bar on Grand most Tuesdays. Billy’s?” He said it like a suggestion, but it felt like more. Like a bridge to whatever might come next. “Maybe I’ll see you there sometime?”
A thrill shot through me, quick and unexpected. This wasn’t just some random, fleeting connection. He wanted to see me again. “Yeah,” I stammered, my voice barely steady. “I could swing by. Once I’m settled in.”
“Great.” His whole face lit up, and it was like watching a door creak open, revealing something softer, something vulnerable underneath. "I’ll see you around then, Y/N." He stepped back, shut the door behind me with a quiet finality.
As the cab pulled away, I turned, craning for one last look. He waved, easy and casual, and I lifted my hand in return, my heart still racing. Part of me wanted to freeze this moment, hold onto it before it slipped away. But the cab turned the corner, and just like that, he was gone.
I slumped back in the seat, exhaustion settling in like a heavy weight. I rested my head against the cold window, letting the chill ground me. This wasn’t just some daydream—it was real. And yet, as the city lights blurred by, doubts started creeping in, shadows curling at the edges of my mind. Would I really show up at Billy’s? Or would I let this whole thing fade, convincing myself it was just a fluke?
But then I thought about him—Jungkook. That crooked smile. And a small part of me couldn’t help but wonder... What if?
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she won gold now it's time for some celebratory wine (ice rink au)
#bg3#shadowheart#karlach#bg3 fanart#shadowlach#yes this is part of the ice skating au#ice rink au#yes this is where i am posting it bc im not abt to @ myself on twitter like this alsdfhalskdjfhaf#anyway this goes out to the 5 other ppl at the shadowlach table#dw besties i will feed myself and everyone else#shadowheart is like 5'6 but karlach is 7 feet flat bc Big Tiefling.
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you’re just like an angel
[on thin ice]
(commissioned by the lovely @but-sometimes-im-not)
#my art#good omens au#on thin ice#crowley#when johnny weir skated to creep in that all white costume it changed me
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"The gold is his—Severus Eileen Prince reigns on ice"
princechaser ice skating au
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#severussnape
#severus snape#princechaser#marauders#harry potter#marauders era#severus snape art#young severus#snape fanart#harry potter fanart#marauders art#dead gay wizards from the 70s#digital art#ice skating au
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Jegulus Skater Au ❄️
#jegulus#james potter#regulus black#james x regulus#marauders#marauders art#jegulus art#jegulus au#ice skating au#garforprongs
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Ice skating Klapollo commission for @wowowwild Thank you for commissioning me!
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Here's my Ice Skating AU! and some history 🫶🏻✨
Venti and Bard are twins who have been figure skating all their live! They have won many tournaments, Bard is the support and Venti is thrown into the air, but Bard loves to try new things! then he proposes that one of the movements be to throw Venti and then Venti throw him! Venti is not very sure but he will try! In training they have some failures, but Bard wants to go ahead with it! and in the tournament...Things go wrong! Venti throws Bard wrong and he ends up doing his spin wrong and falls breaking his leg on the ice!!
They have to operate and the doctor says that he will not be able to do jumps or pirouettes again, his knee could dislodge very easily (That's why now he usually wears a medical knee brace) Venti feels guilty about this, so if his brother is not going to skate anymore neither does he!! Bard wants Venti to continue, but Venti doesn't want to... One day, they both go to the ice rink in Mondstadt, Bard wants to work there and Venti accompanies him, not liking the idea, while his brother is in an interview with the boss, he listen to someone on the rink and see Zhongli skate beautifully!
At first Venti doesn't recognize the best solo skater in the world lol! They skate together and it's wonderful! Bard sees all this and is happy that Venti is skating again! Zhongli had previously skated as a pair but his partner became ill and did not return (Azhdaha!) So he has bittersweet feelings about this but accepts Bard's offer to do a collaboration with his brother! Bard becomes Venti's trainer (Zhongli has Cloud Retainer lol) In training they meet more characters!! Knight is Diluc and Kaeya's trainer (He is a Bard fan AJFJSJS) Knight will be excited to have Bard so close now (Although Knight is sad about the accident, he wants to continue watching him skate) since they are all from Mondstadt Bard dared to approach Knight to ask for some advice! They end up getting together ehehe I have their lore in mind but that for another day! There are more characters from other nations here!
About the frog mitten... I did a roleplay with the homie about how they meet on the ice! And Zhongli was wearing fancy gloves while Venti was wearing those… frogs PFFPFP THATS ALL! Im so happy with this AU! 🙏🏻✨
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griffguts skating au (and coloring practice lol) the saturated one make the other ones look kinda grey buT alas ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
all poses are referenced from this routine!
#berserk#griffguts#berserk ice skating au#i always hate trying to compile these things onto one page in a pleasing way#GRAPHIC DESIGN IS ***NOT MY PASSION#also yeah i'm aware that i forgot the damn leg slits on one of them lol but OH well#fanart#my art#arties
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