#ic post. axel

[byeolyeou]

roxas curls his fingers tightly into axel's shirt.

❝ you okay , blondie ? ❞

[byeolyeou]

❝ souls of the damned . people who've pissed him off . ❞ there's a brief pause , green eyes shifting over to pryna before looking back over at the other redhead . ❝ chicken . ❞ a lift of his shoulder in a shrug , a crooked smile tugging at the nobody's face as hands settle on his hips . he's not at all concerned about rufus not being there --- he'd much rather talk to reno .

open ! – special appearance (reno)

entering rufus’ office to the sight of RENO and not the blond is… surely not a welcome sight. reno is not BAD AT WHAT HE DOES but he is… difficult. he’s leaning back in rufus’ chair, his feet are up on the desk like he owns the office. this manages to be nothing new. pryna is asleep on the floor next to him and reno can’t resist the urge to gesture to the large beast.

“what do you think he FEEDS this thing?”

[isimpforsaix]

Ice cream

Xion: Axel where do you get your ice cream from? Axel: Oh that it's just a quirk that comes with my powers I can spawn sea-salt ice cream out of thin air Roxas: What's Saïx's quirk Axel: Staying up all night and showing no signs of lack of sleep

[lunarblue21]

Trailer for Cruel Intentions (entire series but mostly the first half)

Black screen.

Narrator: (Voiceover): There comes a time when friendships are tested

Fade to black, three rapid successions of scenes, each cutting into each other; first scene of Peaches tackling Diego, second scene close up of tusks aiming in on the tiger, only to be blocked by Manny's. Camera focuses on the mammoth standing protectively beside the tiger, protecting him from the Imperial mammoth glowering at them. Third scene, Diego limping off with Manny gazing after him mournfully after their conversation hasn't gone well. Fade to black as narrator's voice begins again.

Narrator: (Voiceover): And the time has come to choose…

One brief instance of a scene, Manny glancing back at the tiger concealed behind the tree, a young sabre cub at his side, watching the mammoths enter the herd, and the two look into each other's eyes briefly before Diego averts his gaze, turning to Axel. Camera focuses back on Manny, with a close-up of his brown eyes, pools of sadness over these events. Cuts to black.

Narrator: (Voiceover) But what will you do? Will you be loyal to your friend of the fire, or instead lust after the honour you desire?

Scene fades in. Camera zooms in on Manny and the black Imperial mammoth Elder Titan, who are talking together, as two animal kids run up to them, their faces streaked with tears and their fur wet with blood. Their voices are muffled as they try and get Manny's attention, but he intently keeps conversing (apparently affably) with the Elder, turning aside to them at the last minute. Upon hearing their news, the camera zooms in on his eyes, which have widened with fear at the children's story. He makes a move to leave and go after his friend; however, he is restrained by the Elder, leaving him no choice but to stay there. Worried, he casts his eyes in the direction of the meadow; and the two kids see it. They glance at each other, taking hope.

Narrator: (Voiceover) What will you do? The choices hang in the balance.

Cut to black.

Music begins (immediate music : Judgement Day – 1:35- 2:01 mayhaps)

Several made up film companies appear (as Fox and Blue Sky might object to theirs being used.)

Elder Titan: (Voiceover) The boundaries are being blurred. I must do something to stop this.

Flash of white and scene fades into a clearing where Diego and Peaches are wrestling each other, the tiger being extra-careful not to harm her. Cuts to the black-furred Imperial mammoth peering at them from behind the bushes, his eyes narrowed in suspicion mingled with anger. Cut to Manny standing in front of the Council of his species. The camera zooms in on slowly him as he speaks.

Manny (Voiceover): I beg to differ! My friend Diego is a strong tiger, he wouldn't let them do any such thing if he was border control guard, and he'd make them obey him. He was the second-in-command of the pack he defected from, on my behalf. My mammoths, he nearly died … to save me.

Scene cuts to Manny and Diego.

Manny: (happily) To think I was nominated for the position of Regent Elder! *punches Diego gently* Just imagine what I can do for our herd if I get elected, Diego.

Cuts to Diego.

Diego: (managing a small grin) I'm happy for you, Buddy. Just don't forget about us, okay?

Cuts back to Manny.

Manny (solemnly) Of course not. (Smiles at Diego)

Music changes (Test Drive from the HTTYD soundtrack 1:18 -2:00)

Cuts to black with writing on screen saying 'When dangers and troubles collide with the herd, their very existence will be put under fire.'

Flash of white, cut to the tigers and Sid and Shelley ducking away just before the black-furred Chief Elder Titan arrives on the scene, his face a thundercloud as he glances around, inspecting the area with suspicious intent in his eyes. Bridging shot of Sid strutting around wearing a hat as he acts flirtatious towards Shelley (even hitting on Ellie briefly before Diego notices and tells him to knock it off). Cut next to Diego teaching Axel how to hunt, tailed closely by Peaches, who insists on learning to hunt as well. Cut to Axel with a smirk on his face.

Axel: Gosh, that's brilliant. A mammoth learning how to hunt.

Rapid cut to the scene of a large battlefield, with Manny raising his tusks in preparation for the onrush as the herd falls in step behind him, with Damien trumpeting a battle cry.

Damien: We shall no longer by our silent, obedient consent live under the rule of "Chief" Elder Titan. Onward, into the fray!

Writing flashes onscreen: 'And they will embark on a journey that will test their very souls.'

Cuts to Peaches running away towards the entrance in the Pass of the Brede that leads out of the valley, tears visible on her cheeks, blood trickling from a wound on her side. Cuts to Manny standing alone under a bright night sky, dotted with white stars shining luminously across the expanse of space. Brief POV shot of Manny's face as he glowers at the stars that mock him in their togetherness.

Cuts to Manny.

Manny: You said you'd always be there for me! But you're not… *He blinks away a stray tear appearing in his eye*

Flash of white, fades into a wide shot of the herd beginning to go their separate ways; Sid leaving with Shelley, walking off into the distance claw in claw, and then the possum brothers departing, glancing back at their sister Ellie solicitously, aware of the sorrow in her eyes. Cuts to Peaches up close, standing next to an older wolf, turning her head upwards to gaze at the stars, noticing the outline of one formerly very dear to her in them, and sighing to herself as a falling star skids across the sky nearby her, although she doesn't see it. Cuts to black.

Title fades in: 'Cruel Intentions'. But it gleams brightly with red light for one minute, and then fades out.

Cuts to ending with a screen fading in saying 'Coming soon to a fanfiction site near you.'

(my apologies for such a long post but here is a taste of my Cruel Intentions series for any of my readers here on tumblr! 'Cruel Intentions' will be crossposted to both ffn and ao3, so I hope you'll tune in on whatever platform you prefer!)

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Will update this trailer occasionally with links to the books in my CI-verse once they've dropped as well as pinning them to my tumblr profile. :)

CI: Lacrimosa

FFN AO3

[absol-lutely]

{{attaching a picture. astra is standing in a forest. there is a very large swinub on her head, which is blurry enough that you can tell he’s shaking. and a giant blast of fire can be seen in the background. uh oh.}}

Thanks, Sparks. That won’t scare anyone who follows me at all. (I tease, you’re doing great.)

So there’s a bit of a situation in Lostlorn right now, which I’m guessing from context is the reshiram from earlier. That’s somehow not the weird part though. The weird part is that I had Fractal balled while I went to see if Axel could help, and you can probably see he’s not balled anymore. He’s in fact quite freaked out. Still going in with Axel, he’s at least got both surf and dig. On my end? Alternating protect and wish on every turn. Fractal’s totally freaked and quite frankly I don’t want to get hit with flaming branches either. Wish us luck.

Not my normal prayer choice, but kyogre, please let us quench the fire before this can all get worse. Trees don’t hit my Danger Sense, so I have no idea how bad this’ll get.

…Sparks, remind me to email Kurt when this is over, okay? It seems I need a better ball for Fractal.

[theysherobinbuckley]

a little something I started but probably won't ever finish - alternate first meeting steddie! post s3, pre s4

(context: in an effort to cheer up his perpetually grumpy new neighbor, Eddie broke out his old skateboard and immediately ate shit for it. Cue Red calling none other than Steve Harrington to solve the problem...)

Red was barely in the door when Harringron turned on him, jaw clenched and fingers twitching. Having those dark eyes focused so entirely on him nearly made Eddie dizzy.

His lips were moving and- oh shit. Eddie was totally supposed to be listening.

"Uh, what?"

"What are you doing hanging around Max?"

Eddie frowned. "We're neighbors?"

"So?"

"So I'm being… neighborly? Is that illegal?"

"Neighborly is getting someone's mail while they're out of town. Not a super senior hanging around with a girl who's not even in high school yet."

"You better be fucking careful what you're accusing me of, Harrington, because to be honest, you don't look any better. Don't think I haven't heard your beemer pull up at all hours of the night. What the fuck is that about, huh? King Steve likes 'em young?"

Eddie's back hit the trailer before the last word even left his mouth. All the breath rushed out of him at once as Harrington pinned him with one arm across his shoulders.

"Don’t fucking say that," he seethed. "She's like my sister. I'm not- I wouldn't hurt her."

Eddie reached up to pat Harrington's arm placatingly, sending him as sweet a smile as he could muster.

"Hey, I believe you, man. I'm a little lost, sure, but I believe you." He sent a look to the trailer to his right. "Now can you let me down before Muriel sends Axel out to break your arm?"

Harrington followed his gaze and, upon seeing Muriel frowning from behind her curtains, dropped Eddie faster than if he'd told him he had the plague.

"We're in my kingdom now, Harrington," he said, grinning and waving in Muriel's direction. "These are my people. We take care of each other here. And Red's one of us, whether you like it or not."

Steve frowned, opened his mouth to respond, maybe even protest, but Eddie cut him off.

"I was just trying to make the kid smile, okay? So I got out my old skateboard, did a few tricks, busted my shit." He held up the ice pack he'd stolen from Red's fridge. "She called you 'cause she said you'd know what to do."

Harrington was quiet. Noticeably, he did not apologize for jostling Eddie's extremely sore wrist, but whatever.

"Did she?"

"Yeah, man, I tried to talk her out of it, but she seemed pretty confident you'd pick up. And here you are, so…"

"No, I mean- did she have fun?"

Eddie shrugged. "I mean, she didn't look as miserable as usual. Laughed a couple times when I fucked up a dismount. What's up with that, by the way? The constant dispair?"

Harrington's whole body tensed, and Eddie was almost scared he was gearing up to punch him just for asking.

"You remember Billy Hargrove?" he replied, his voice tight.

Eddie couldn't help but sneer at the mention of that piece of shit. Wayne had always taught him not to speak ill of the dead, but that didn't mean he couldn't think some choice things about him. Like the fact that he was pretty sure the guy was rotting in hell for all the things he'd said to Jeff in the school halls.

"Unfortunately. What about him?"

"He was Max's older brother. Step-brother."

"That's..."

"Fucked?" Harrington supplied. Eddie nodded. "Yeah. So I just- I need to make sure another Hargrove doesn't come around. Sorry I got all... you know. I've been told I can be kind of intense."

"No shit," Eddie laughed. "No hard feelings, I guess. Since it's in Red's best interest."

"No hard feelings," Harrington echoed. "Thanks for looking out for her."

Then, something Eddie had never even dreamed of: Harrington stuck his hand out, clearly expecting a handshake.

Huh.

It was over in a second, but Eddie's hand burned where Steve's had been.

"No problem. I'm kind of the park babysitter," Eddie replied. "Part of the job description."

Harrington lit up at that.

"I babysit too! Max and a few of her friends. 'S why I'm always around. I'm usually playing chauffeur for one of the other gremlins."

"That makes more sense than you having a torrid love affair with Susan."

"Yeah, she's not really my type," Harrington said with a smirk.

Eddie watched in shock as Harrington's eyes slowly, deliberately dipped up and down his form.

Talk about fucking whiplash. Eddie could still feel Harrington's strong arm against his chest, the brush of Harrington's nose against his own, the heat of Harrington's breath on his face. And now the king was checking him out?

"I see. Not into MILFs?"

Eddie was in the middle of making plans to staple his big stupid mouth shut when Harrington laughed.

"I'm more into brunettes."

And boy, didn't that seem pointed.

[girlokwhatever]

omg ur writing for Paige is literally beautiful- I was wondering if u could write something like ur hockey gf one but w a figure skating gf? hope ur having a good day/night 😓✊

had a few requests like this so here we go!!

paige bueckers x figure skater!gf hcs

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ paige with a figure skater gf,,

— she deeply admires your talent

- to her you’re the coolest person in the whole entire world

— even though she thinks it’s cool, it’s always worried you’re going to fall or get cut on the skate

- holds her breath during your entire routine

— doesn’t like watching you have a routine with a guy

- like why is he maneuvering you like that

- if he drops you she’ll give him the dirtiest looks later

— likes to go watch you practice (cheers you on fr)

— literally on the edge of her seat the whole routine

— takes pictures and videos (proud gf paige) and is always posting them

— she thinks you’re so sexy in your attire

- whether is the routine costume or just practice clothes (she likes how short the dresses and skirts are bffr)

— will lace up your skates for you after you taught her how

— paige will wear five layers of jackets because she gets so cold in the rink

— you tried to teach her how to skate………..

- she fell right on her ass BUT SHES DETERMINED

- will not go out and do it in public though

- you literally skated circles around her..

— brags about how you can do a triple axel

— “YEAHHH!! THATS MY GIRL FRIEND!”

- everyone is staring at her bc she’s so loud

— your ice skating friends tease her for not knowing how to skate

— “paige can you record me doing this move?”

- “i’m already recording baby.”

— threw a party when you got invited to join and train with the olympic team

- she’s so proud of you she lowkey cries

- cries even harder when you win an olympic gold medal

— she tells everyone you’re the best figure skater in the nation “for sure”

— complains every time she falls about how hard the ice is

— buys you brand new ice skates for your birthday (the exact ones you wanted bc paige knows you so well)

— she makes sure the ice is safe before you get on (you’re confused as to what she even does to check)

— “i don’t want him to throw you like that.”

- “why not? it’ll look really good,”

- “i read somewhere it could be dangerous”

- “oh really? where’d you read that?”

- “… iceskatingsafety.com.. duh”

— you hold her hands when you teach her how to skate

- she loves you

— you make her watch ‘i, tonya’

- she’s on the edge of her seat the whole time

— “can’t you just stick to the simple stuff?”

- “paige this is the olympics-“

— always affirming and praising you even after a rough performance

- “baby you’ll always be the most talented skater i know”

- “one fall doesn’t define you”

- “that was the most amazing routine i’ve ever seen”

— you guys like to go watch ice skating shows based on disney movies

— she hung a rack in your dorm for you to put all your medals on

- you’re a winner what can i say?!

— “baby you look so sexy in those pants”

- she’s saying this right after you fell on your ass

— “i’ll be your partner. don’t want you doing it with that guy.”

- “p, you can only skate in a straight line.”

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these are so cute

i love

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Heooooooo

i was wondering if you'd do a post on writing figure skating characters. if you'd have any referall sites it would be wildly helpful.

also its the same person who's asked for the pop music references, i have now posted one of my first fics because of you. so happy i found your blog, it's been a life saver.

Thankuuuuuu

Writing Notes: Figure Skating

Figure Skating - sport in which ice skaters, singly or in pairs, perform freestyle movements of jumps, spins, lifts, and footwork in a graceful manner.

Derives its name from the patterns (or figures) skaters make on the ice, an element that was a major part of the sport until 1990.

There are various kinds of figure skating, including freestyle, pairs, ice dance, and synchronized team skating.

The style of competition, as well as the moves and techniques of the skaters, varies for each category of skating.

One of the most popular sports of the Winter Olympics.

Olympic figure skaters make it look easy. But their grace and power comes from years of training away from the cameras and crowds — practice that strengthens not only their bodies, but their minds.

Some Figure Skating Vocabulary

Axel: A forward-facing jump invented by Norwegian Axel Paulson in 1882. The Axel is the only jump in which skaters take off from a forward outside edge. The skater rotates one-and-a-half times in the air – two-and-a-half times for a double, and so on – before landing on the back outside edge of the opposite foot from which they took off.

Camel Spin: The skater spins on one leg with the free leg extended in the air, parallel to the ice.

Catch-Foot: A spin or spiral where the free leg is held by one or both of the skater's hands; the most famous position is the Beillmann spin.

Death Spiral: A pair spin in which the man stands as the anchor in a pivot position while holding his partner's hand as she spins, body extended low and parallel to the ice, around him.

Loop: A jump in which skaters take off of a back outside edge and land on the same edge of the same foot.

Mirror Skating: Opposite movements performed by pair skaters in close proximity to one another.

Revolution: The number of turns in a figure skating jump. Quadruple jumps have four revolutions, triple jumps have three, and so on.

Shadow Skating: Identical movements performed by pairs skaters in close proximity to one another.

Sit Spin: A spin performed in a sitting position. Low to the ice, the skater spins with one leg bent and the other leg extended beside it.

Twizzle: A dance turn in which one or more complete rotations are made very quickly on one foot, in nearly the same spot.

A BRIEF HISTORY. Humans have been skating for a very long time — primitive bone skates have been found dating back to 3000 BC.

Modern steel skates with edges are thought to have originated with the Dutch, who used them to traverse their frozen waterways in winter, and skating associations later sprung up in England and Scotland.

Other communal ice skating events like hockey and speed skating emerged here.

The emergence of modern figure skating as a sport is credited to Jackson Haines.

He is considered the father of modern figure skating as he was the first to incorporate ballet moves and spins in his skating in the 1860s.

Although stiffer forms of skating dominated in his lifetime, his students would go on to found the International Skating Union, which codified figure skating as a sport and is currently the governing body for all skating sports.

The first European Figure Skating Competition was held in 1891, the first World in 1896, and the sport made its Olympic debut in 1908 as the Games' first winter sport. The sport has evolved considerably since then.

Figure Skating in Fiction

In fiction, figure skating is stereotyped as Always Camp (i.e., certain professions almost systematically attract people with camp sensibilities and Drama Queens).

Attention will often be drawn to the sparkly costumes, often to Tutu Fancy levels.

Similar to ballet, its athletes are often stereotyped as dainty or feminine, although like real ballet, there is an incredible amount of athleticism that goes into being a figure skater.

Examples

I, Tonya: A 2017 biopic about Tonya Harding and a certain infamous incident at the 1994 Olympics.

She's a Good Skate, Charlie Brown: A 1980 Peanuts animated special about Peppermint Patty preparing for an upcoming skating competition.

Skating Shoes: A 1951 children's novel about a young girl who gets into figure skating to recuperate.

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 ⚜ More: References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

This makes me so happy to hear, thanks so much for this update (would love to read if it's okay with you)! Hope these notes help as well. You can find more terminologies and examples in the sites linked above. Choose which ones are suitable for your specific story, and always keep in mind your target audience/readers when using the more technical terms.

[hearthtales]

Maude didn’t know whether her death would result in Feld’s death, but she knew Feld’s death would result in her own. It created a stalemate, a nightmare that had haunted her for months. More and more often nowadays, a voice in her mind whispered that finding a way to ensure Feld’s death was the only solution, even if it ended her life as well. Since she couldn’t kill Feld herself — and Arthur, when she’d begged him, had refused to even try because he hadn’t wanted to hurt her — she needed someone else to kill it.

Death didn’t frighten her, if it meant stopping the terrible cycle Feld had lured her into (or, at least, the cycle itself frightened her more). But it was cruel of her to suggest placing the burden of killing Feld (and her) onto Samhain’s shoulders. The words had risen up and escaped before she could stifle them.

Guilt swept over Maude anew and smothered her anger in a heartbeat. Heat no longer clouded her thoughts and muffled her hearing. Samhain’s words rang clear and heavy in the innkeeper’s heart.

What if Bran made a deal with the creature as well? Freezing terror leapt in Maude’s chest and flashed in her eyes as her gaze snapped back to Samhain, the color draining from her face. Oh, Bran. She knew the boy well. She knew he would be the most likely to demand a foolish deal of his own — even more swiftly and stubbornly than her, she reckoned. This fear haunted her the most. Losing any member of her small family, or dooming them to a similar fate.

Samhain went on, and his sincerity reached Maude properly this time. She couldn’t help listening, even as her chest ached at his determination to help them somehow, against all odds. He claimed he’d done terrible things as well. Maude briefly wondered what terrible things he meant, before his next words stole her focus. Another lump lodged in her throat.

Ah.

Struggling not to fall to pieces entirely, she pressed her shaky fingers to her lips and closed her eyes. Her shoulders shuddered once before she forced herself to stop, to regain a shred of dignity at last, inwardly scolding herself for losing her composure. With a shake of her head to cast aside her tangled worries, and a hoarse hum to smooth her voice, Maude took a breath and opened her eyes to look at Samhain.

“Right,” she agreed briskly. “You’re quite right.” Thank you, she meant as well — and though she couldn’t voice it, her gratitude was clear. It warmed her gaze like hearth fire. Then she shook her head again and brushed invisible dust from her sleeves, muttering, “Y cythraul budr hwnnw. Reckon it’s best if I don’t talk to it now, so I don’t strangle it through that bubble of yours, but it deserves a proper scolding. Fed up with its nonsense, I am.”

Her tone was much lighter now, lacking any true sharpness despite its bitterness. Maude faltered, and her gaze drifted to the music box. Her voice dipped back to seriousness. “So… that’s got a spirit in it?”

Samhain allowed Maude to let it all out, the anger sizzling like forgotten coals inside of her and coming off like sparks. Her words were sharp and concise, the steely, level-headed innkeeper facade now falling apart and revealing her an exhausted victim unraveling at the seams. Samhain held her gaze throughout it all, not batting an eye, even as his fists curled at his sides.

She looked away, arms crossed over her chest and aching heart. She sounded tired - so, so tired. She got quieter but her words were clear. “It’s just the way of things,” she said, and something inside the ghoul stirred violently and ached for her in ways any self-sacrificing soul could understand. He relaxed the tension in his hands.

"Not always," he remarked. Before Maude could argue further, Samhain spoke his piece. "Yes, it's true ah don't understand, not everything entirely; it's why ah'm still here. Ah'm aware it's using me to protect itself because that's what it does. It'll do anything an' use anyone it can to survive. This much is true." The ghoul's tone was even and calm, simmered with the kind of warmth that made you think he was scared for Maude and what she could do. What she was capable of doing. He couldn't take that risk.

"Even if ye found a way to rid the world of yerself, what makes you think that'll stop it? How can ye guarantee that the creature'll perish with you? That it's not another one of its lies? Ye won't be around to see it..." He paused. "But Bran will. And so will Nettie an' Arthur. They'll still be here. They'll know. You used it to save Bran's life - what makes you think any o'them won't do the same?"

The occupants of Oak Haven would've known better by now, after everything they've been through and witnessed. Samhain didn't mean to speak ill of the others but he knew as much as anyone what people were capable of when they were desperate enough. And pained souls were the most susceptible to Feldmire's manipulation, its bread and butter after all. The possibility was still on the table, whether Maude liked it or not.

"What if it answers my questions an' ah can't find a loophole? Aye, that can happen. But what if ah can? What then?" he asked back, stepping to the side so that Maude could meet his eyes once more. So that his sincerity could reach out to her. So that she knew how much he cared and was willing to help. "Ah saw the way you an' Bran looked at me. For anyone to figure out yer secrets, to break its sleeping spell, you thought it inconceivable. The fact is we still 'ave no idea about what's really possible or impossible, an' neither does Feldmire."

"Despite what you may think of me, ah'm still.. human," said the ghoul, holding the back of his neck. "Ah'm no saint. Ah've done... terrible things. Things ah regret. But ah wouldn't regret leaving Oak Haven be if it meant you an' everyone would be safe. In that case, ah'll just keep comin' back here with ideas an' solutions, see what works an' what doesn't. We'll try every trick in the book, seek consul from any sage if its brings us closer to an answer..!"

He stopped himself, covering the bottom half of his face with his hand before getting carried away. Slowly but surely, he plucked the next words straight from his heart. "What's important, Ms. Haven.. is that we don't give up hope for better days ahead," said the ghoul, holding out his hand with an encouraging smile on his face. "At the very least, just know that yer not alone in this. Not anymore."

[stuartdesharnais]

Ain't In Kansas Anymore: A Stu & Vinny Lore Post.

The NHL has its big love stories - Sway & Ully, Connor & Leon (or Matthew & Leon depending on your persuasion), Sid & Geno. And then there's the smaller ones that fly under the radar, like Stu & Vinny - two people who's careers are so entwined that the 24/25 season is their first professional year playing apart from each other.

We've all seen the high fives, the VinnySkinnyWinny ™, but when did it start? The playoffs? The cup run?

Nope.

Wichita, Kansas - 2019, ECHL. Two roommates who weren't sure whether it was worth it to keep going, to even bother trying for the NHL. Two roommates who made a pact to push each other, to be the best they could be, and to have some fun along the way.

But, to understand their connection and who they are now, we have to go back a little further than Kansas.

Let' start with the joyful, whimsical man that is Vincent Desharnais.

Vinny grew up in Laval, Quebec. He started off figure skating (which is hilarious when you think about someone who is now 6'7 gliding around beautifully - I would pay good money to see him do a triple axel) but he much preferred hockey. His older brother Alex played and his dad was a defenceman who once attended the Detroit Red Wings training camp and shared the ice with Gordie Howe [1]. So yeah, Vinny was always gonna do hockey.

He attended a hockey prep school and was always told that he was good, but not good enough. At 16, he sat at the QMJHL draft and watched as all his friends were chosen, but not him. He was heartbroken. But, he decided to prove that they'd made the biggest mistake and worked even harder, making the huge decision to move to New York for his final year of high school [1].

Only one problem: He couldn't speak any English.

He knew "Yes" and "No" and that was it. He begged his mother to come and get him, and she almost did, but his dad talked her out of it.

Which was for the best, as he wanted to go to college.

His last chance at being drafted into the NHL, Vinny spent the day at his brother's lake house, checking his phone periodically throughout the day. Just as he'd finally given up, the Oilers called him. He hadn't heard from them at all, and was so incredibly grateful that they had chosen him. Even though he was a 7th rounder, he promised them that he'd make sure they'd made the right decision.

"He's the kind of guy you'd die to coach"

Providence College allowed Vinny to work on his skills, get his degree and wait until the Oilers were ready for him. By the end of his last year, he became Captain of the team.

He's fiercely loyal - what you see is what you get. No one ever has a negative thing to say about him, he's just out here to make people happy.

And the love of his life? Babygirl, People's Princess, Stuart Skinner.

Stu was born in Edmonton (homegrown local boy!) and is the youngest of 9 children, all of them with names that start with the letter S [2].

Following in all their footsteps, Stu loved hockey. When he was 7, he got to see his favourite goalie Dwayne Roloson play in Rexall Place with the Oilers and always had to have the sports channel playing on the radio anytime the family jumped in the car [3].

He played Timbits hockey as a centre, but wanted to be the goalie. One day, his dad came back from a work trip and went to pick him up from practice, only to see him dragging goalie pads behind him. Apparently, everyone got to have a turn. His dad wasn't sure, so when they got home, he told Stu to put all his gear on and go out in the yard - two of his older brothers were given buckets of pucks and told to slapshot the hell out of 8 year old Stuey.

Of course, this didn't work out the way anyone wanted - Stu loved it.

He loves to just stop the puck, loves being in the crease, dancing and singing to himself [4].

At 16, he was drafted into the WHL and joined the Lethbridge Hurricanes. They had asked to him to come and play straight away, so there weren't many other 16 year olds around [4]. He was good, and got a little cocky.

"I thought I did not have to work hard in practice. I guess I was a selfish, immature kid. I did everything for me."

After he was drafted by the Oilers, he headed back to Lethbridge until he was traded to Swift Current and gifted with the opportunity to grow up a little, to work on himself and let go of his ego [5]

He doesn't get upset, he just focuses on what he needs to do. He's still a classic brat though - when he was little, he'd have the principal chasing him around the school yard until the principal was bent over, gasping for air. Stu would go up to him and ask "What's the matter, are you tired?" and then just walk back to school [6]. He'd finish his maths test early and spend the rest of the time practicing his signature, it'd be worth something one day [7].

Stu's a huge fan of stoicism and tries to use that mentality when he's on the ice. His favourite author is Ryan Holiday - a non fiction writer who focuses on stoic philosophy in his books. The first one Stu read was Ego is the Enemy, given to him by Dylan Wells (Dallas Stars) when they met at Hockey Canada camps [5].

He learns from his mistakes - readily admitting that he's a product of failure. He kept his broken goalie stick from the LA playoffs as a reminder to always check his stick for cracks [8].

“It’s important for me because it’s a reminder. That it’s life, you know? All of us in this room have experienced it, things don’t go well all the time.”

Stu's quiet, funny and caring. He's also a bit of a dork - challenging everyone on the team to Mario Kart battles (toad forever!) and chirping Connor. He's the teams little brother.

And then, in Kansas in 2019, two souls destined for each other meet.

Vinny arrives in Wichita and meets his new roommate - Stu, who's just been sent down from the Bakersfield Condors. Stu's only there for a few weeks, but an immediate friendship forms, the classic Goalie and his Defender.

Everything comes to a head when they lose 8-2 to the Utah Grizzlies, Vinny ending the game with a -2. They're sitting on the couch, playing a video game, when one of them pauses it. Quietly, they ask each other, what are we doing here? Is this it? [1].

"I remember hanging out with Vinny. We went back to our apartment and I remember saying, 'I don't know if the NHL is going to happen for us. It seems so far away." - Stuart

They decide it's worth it, they can do it and they can do it together.

“When you’re two people in the same boat, you don’t feel as lonely.” - Vinny Side note: this quote kills me.

And so, the VinnySkinnyWinny was born. Vinny waits for the goalie line to end, waits for Stu by the boards before getting into position and lifting his hand high above Stu's head - they high five and wrap each other in a tight hug [9][10][11][12].

Every week, until this season, they hang out together on dates and revisit that conversation in their old apartment; a reminder of just how far they've come together.

They both end up together in Bakersfield, playing for the Condors where the tradition continues. Stu is up and down with the Oilers until a spot opens up as the back up goalie to Jack Campbell. Eventually, Stu is given the starter position and a full time contract while Vinny is still in Bakersfield, leading the AHL with a +36.

Things took a turn for Vinny when he suffered a terrible concussion that resulted in him suffering major depression and anxiety. It was so bad, his mother flew for three days from Montreal to get to him [13].

"I developed anxiety, starting having anxiety attacks, starting being depressed, led to the depression. I wanted to quit hockey, wanted to quit on life pretty much. I didn’t want to be here anymore."

Eventually, it got so bad that he realised he did need help, that he needed to push aside his ego and his own stubbornness - it made all the difference and is why he is still here today [14].

"I feel like my depression just kind of made me realize that you don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow but you control today, so today, smile. Put a smile on your face because you control that. I don’t control what my neighbour does but I control my smile on my face, and I control my mood, and I control my happiness."

Journaling became a huge part of his mental health journey [1] [14]. Every emotion, good or bad, gets written down, every post game decision that he can learn from - written down and studied.

Vinny speaks openly about his mental health struggles and that it's possible to work through them [15].

Finally, in the 22/23 season, our boys are reunited when Vinny is called up for his first NHL game in Anaheim.

The pure joy on Stu's face will solve all our problems. The hand holding. I cannot.

Vinny's whole family flies out to Anaheim to watch his first game, crying in the stands as he does his rookie lap [16][1].

The start of the 23/24 season for the Oilers was rough. We all know the story. They sucked and their coach was replaced. Stu and Vinny both worked extra hard, trying to help out each other and their teammates. The thing about Vinny, is that once he's in, he's in and you can't get rid of him. He's fuelled by people believing in him, and no one believes in him more than Stu does [17].

"Big body, Big stick" - Stuart Side note: Stu, please.

"He knows his job and he does it, I think about how much he's helped me. The things that he does in front of me is just beyond - how he can block that many shots for me on the PK." - Stuart

True love.

It's rare that someone plays with a teammate in three separate professional leagues - it's something that Vinny treasures about Stu.

"Tougher days you show up, and you're a little bit more tired, the body is sore, and you're going through a tough streak at the start of the season. We kept reminding each other of where we started." - Vinny

Everyone - Ken Holland included - expected Vinny to resign with the Oilers for the 24/25 season.

But Free Agency came around and he signed with Vancouver - just before the deadline.

He didn't want to leave. Not at all. But it's a business, it's his job [18].

For the first time in their professional careers, Stu and Vinny will be separated.

Over the break, they both attended Connor's wedding - staying in the same hotel and sharing a rental car, knowing it was going to be their last time together [19].

"I swear to God, if I see you doing the high five with Demko, I'm gonna lose my marbles." - Stuart

The first big game, Vancouver v Edmonton, both are interviewed by Oilers TV. Stuart's laughing, betting that Vinny is going to try and score on him (Vinny's not a playmaker, he doesn't care about goals for himself).

Vinny ends up with two shots on Stu - neither of them goes in.

Stu misses Vinny, but Vinny texts him all the time, so it's not too bad [20].

These two cannot leave each other alone. Even in different Provinces. Through all the high fives, you can see the joy that they find in each other. They've said I love you [21], they wait for each other, they do the high five even if one of them isn't there (and it's the saddest thing in the world to watch) [22].

Did I mention that their numbers are consecutive?

And let's not forget that Halloween picture [23].

It's been almost 8 years, up and down through the ECHL, AHL and finally the NHL and they did it all together. Tell me they aren't the most married players to ever exist.

Oh, you want more? I got you.

Stu & Vinny AO3 Tag

Tumblr Tags: 7374, Stuart Skinner/Vincent Desharnais

Gayer Than a Piece of Tape - by @tysonsquared (large group chat fic that features Stu & Vinny married as hell)

Ficlets by @stuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

A massive, massive thank you to @deniedbyskinner, @stuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, @ohpuckno and the oilers lb for helping out with this! And for having to deal with my constant screaming about how married these two are.

[ispeakforthetrees19]

Puck Me

Summary: Hockey Player Levi and Figure Skating Coach Reader make a bet...who will win?

A/N: I can't stop writing this and I'm having too much fun with it to enjoy it alone. I suck shit at fancy Tumblr HTML and theme, but here it is.

This story is based on some of my own experiences as a figure skater. This will eventually feature smut, and I will update the tags as I go. I may update again this weekend. Thanks to my beta @nilfgaardianleviosa, as always.

Cross posted to AO3.

Tags: Levi Ackerman/Reader, AU-Modern Setting, Hockey Player Levi Ackerman, Figure Skater and Coach Reader, Enemies to Lovers, You know where this is going, this will be explicit in the future, 2nd person POV, female reader.

TW: bad words, fuckboys

Words: 2.7k

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Chapter 1: Teaching Tots

You step out onto the ice with Petra, fresh and smooth after the Zamboni cleaned up from morning sessions. You bend your ankles, testing your laces to make sure they’re tight enough, and start skating around the rink, warming up against the cold air.

You do some basic footwork and finally you feel warm enough to take off your jacket, leaving you in leggings and a form-fitting long-sleeve shirt. Petra is at the boards when you skate up to hang your jacket on the side; she has her foot up, stretching out her hamstrings.

Public ice is pretty dead today, maybe ten or fifteen people in rental skates starting to get on and wobble their way around the ice as they cling to the wall. You smile at the toddler bravely making their way out to the center, holding onto the PVC pipe support that kids use to stay upright. His mom calls out to him, begging him to come back to where she can’t leave the wall, too unstable in the mediocre skates with limited ankle support.

“Wanna run through jumps?” Petra asks, smiling at you with her big, hazel eyes.

You shrug. “Sure.”

You and Petra each claim a side of the ice, doing crossovers to gain speed, running through your single jumps in order, then your doubles. You’re warm now, and you take off your shirt, grateful for the cool air to hit your arms and shoulders uncovered by the tank top you have underneath.

“Fuck, my double lutz is kicking my ass,” Petra complains as she finds her way next to you. “I just can’t get enough oomph on the entrance.”

“That’s because your toe picks are weak as fuck,” you laugh, pointing to her blades. “They aren’t big enough to really dig in and get you the momentum you need to get your ass in the air.”

“But your blades are so expensive,” Petra whines, looking down at your skates.

“Black Friday still happens for figure skaters,” you remind her. “It’s almost the holidays, why not put it on your Christmas list? Not like your dad can say no to you anyway.”

Petra laughs and pushes your shoulder. “Maybe I will. Hey, are you working on your triples?”

You grimace and shake your head. “A little. Waiting for the bruises on my hips to subside before I bruise them again.”

Petra’s about to respond when you hear loud voices whooping from across the ice. You turn to look at the hockey team getting on the ice and roll your eyes.

“God, the Titans,” Petra mutters. “Don’t they have practice later?”

You raise an eyebrow at her. “Tell me you aren’t already drooling over Ackerman being on the same sheet of ice as you.”

Her cheeks light up pink, and she shakes her head furiously. “No! It’s just—ugh, he’s so distracting.”

You laugh at her embarrassment, pulling her wrist to drag her away from the boards. “Come on, let’s work on our jumps before they take over the whole ice running drills.”

Petra pouts but follows, and you both run through some more doubles before the hockey team starts running exercises, tearing through the ice with their abrupt stops and deep edges.

Eventually, you give up trying to squeeze in practice and just skate around the rink with Petra, staying out of the hockey players’ way.

“I’m annoyed,” Petra pouts. “I wanted your help on my double axel.”

You shrug. “They’ll get off like thirty minutes before practice so they can gear up.”

“But the ice will be ruined!” Petra whines.

You laugh at her valid complaints. “Well, if you can learn to land a double axel on shitty ice, think about how well you’ll do in competition with fresh ice.”

Petra visibly debates your logic for a moment before nodding. “I can try.”

You’re about to suggest a break for hot chocolate and a protein bar when you hear, “Oh shit!” and something solid collides into you.

Arms wrap around your waist, and you turn mid-fall, your back pressed against firm muscle of someone’s chest as you go sliding across the ice.

“What the fuck?” you ask as the arms release you to roll onto the ice.

You look over to see Levi Ackerman himself, captain of the hockey team, groaning as he pulls himself off the ice. “For someone who looks as good as you do in tights, you sure weigh more than you look.”

You sit up, glaring at his smug expression. “Excuse me?”

“Just saying,” he mutters, getting to his feet. He extends a hand out to you to help you up and you swat it away, getting up yourself.

“Can you watch where the fuck you’re going?” you ask him bitterly.

“Can you? You know we’re running drills,” Levi says, crossing his arms at your rejection of his assistance.

“I was skating forward! You hit me from behind!” you protest. “How am I supposed to watch out when you sneak up on me?”

“Pay attention, princess,” Levi says mockingly. “It’s not just your ice.”

You’re absolutely fuming, ready to unleash on him, when you feel Petra’s hand on your arm.

“Are you okay?” she asks, noticing the snow in your hair.

“I’m fine,” you mutter, looking away from Levi’s piercing blue eyes. “Jackass knocked me off my feet.”

“Jackass?” Levi questions, irritation shining through his expression.

“Yeah,” you say emphatically. “Jackass. I think it’s perfect to describe you. Or do you prefer Captain Jackass?”

“Bitch,” he mutters, skating away back to his team who are carefully watching the interaction.

“Fucking hockey players,” you grumble to Petra, who loops her arm through yours as you start to skate around the rink again. “Think they own the ice. It’s not even time for their practice and they’re running drills, terrorizing the public skaters.”

“Yeah,” she says, unconvincingly. “Jerks. But hey, at least he broke your fall, right?”

You turn to look at her, mouth parted open in shock. “Seriously? He slammed into me from behind and you’re giving him brownie points for not knocking me unconscious?”

“Well,” Petra says sheepishly. “I saw him turn so that he fell against the ice and didn’t fall on top of you. He was going pretty fast.”

You press your mouth into a line, shaking your head. “You’re a simp, you know that? An Ackerman simp. He could burn this rink down and you’d still justify it, fawning over him.”

Petra protests and you giggle at her poorly crafted excuses. You shake your head, pulling her off the ice to the lobby, where it’s warm and loud.

“Hey,” your boss says, waving at you from the rental counter. “I know it’s not your day for Learn to Skate, but we need coverage on Saturday. Can you do it?”

“Miche, come on!” you whine, sighing dramatically. “I work two of the three sessions every week. Tuesdays and Thursdays. One day more than my contract actually says, because I’m so generous and nice.”

“It’s just the tots,” he says, eyes pleading.

“Miche, no!” you exclaim, unable to help the smile spreading across your face. “You know I hate teaching the little ones.”

“Come on,” he says. “I booked a trip out of town for Nanaba and I’s anniversary and I totally forgot she’s on Saturday rotation. Please, help me woo my wife and preserve my marriage.”

“Miche, you’re really a piece of work,” you sigh. “You know I can’t say no to helping my coach.”

“I knew there was a reason you’re Nanaba’s favorite,” he says with a smile. “Thank you so much!”

“You owe me!” you call over your shoulder, walking over to the viewing bench. “Man, I can’t believe I have to cover the tots. I hate that shit.”

“But they’re so cute,” Petra protests.

You groan at her utter betrayal. “No, they aren’t! They fall and cry, and cry and fall, for almost an hour. It’s horrible. I finally worked my way out of teaching tots.”

“It’s just one Saturday,” Petra consoles. “Plus, I’m on Saturdays too! We can get lunch after.”

You pout your lips out at her. “Fine. We can get lunch.”

Your blood is pumping as you skate down the rink, edges ripping into the ice as you precisely carve delicate swirls with your blades. Loud techno music plays over the speakers as you skate, all in perfect synchronicity with the other skaters as you do footwork.

“Faster!” Coach Pixis is sitting on the boards at the side of the rink, sipping from a water bottle that certainly isn’t filled with water.

You reach the goal line and circle back to run the same footwork back down the way you came. Power class continues like this for another twenty minutes until Pixis finally dismisses you, calling it “slightly less than abysmal this time”.

As he swings his legs over the boards to walk back to the lobby, you collapse onto the ice, chest heaving. Your best friend peers at you from where she stops beside you, eyes curious.

“You alright?” she asks, out of breath herself. Petra’s face is flushed after thirty minutes of on-ice cardio.

“So...sweaty,” you groan, enjoying the feeling of the cold against your overly warm skin. “Cold feels good.”

“You’re in a tank top, you’ll get ice burn if you don’t get up,” Petra chides. “Come on, it’s almost time for hockey practice anyway.”

You reach up a hand and she pulls you to your feet. You brush the snow off of your leggings and tell her you’ll catch up, grabbing your jacket and water bottle from the boards.

The hockey players spill onto the ice, immediately skating laps at high speed forward and backward around the rink, warming up. You purse your lips, annoyed that they couldn’t wait another fifteen seconds for you to grab your shit and get off, instead making it nearly impossible for you to reach the exit closest to the coach’s room, meaning you now have to walk around the entire rink from the bench.

You decide to wait them out, annoyed with their crappy behavior. You lean against the boards, your things in your arms, for the full five minutes, watching them, making eye contact, waving at one or two that you know.

They run laps until Commander Erwin calls for them to line up on the blue line in front of him. When he does, you leisurely skate behind the group of men to get off at the exit you wanted.

They all turn around to watch you, evidently surprised you didn’t chew them out like usual for doing this. You smile at them, your eyes finding Levi’s from where he’s smirking at you. You raise an eyebrow at him and exit the ice, feeling him watch you until you disappear behind the bleachers.

Petra is inside the coach’s room already, unlacing her skates as she sits in her assigned chair. You sit in your spot next to her, following suit.

“Ugh, did you see Levi?”

You roll your eyes at Petra’s simpering expression and wide, hazel eyes.

“Why are you such a simp for him? For any hockey player? They’re dicks and they smell bad,” you complain.

“Not Levi,” she says with a dreamy look on her face. “Remember? He helped me when I cut my hand.”

“He wrapped a dirty hockey rag around your hand and told you to stop bleeding on his ice,” you say flatly. “He’s not exactly a knight in shining armor.”

Petra continues on, dithering about how Levi is, in fact, kind of an asshole but if you look past his harsh words, sour attitude, huge ego, and generally rude demeanor, there’s probably a decent guy in there. Yeah, okay.

You slip on your tennis shoes and pull Petra out to the lobby, grabbing a Gatorade and a protein bar from the concession stand.

“Let’s sit on the bleachers,” Petra says, trying to be nonchalant.

“Because we don’t spend enough time here, let’s go watch the hockey players on our break?” you ask sarcastically.

But it’s hard to say no to Petra, with her wide eyes and pouty lips. So you cave, agreeing to go sit on the bleachers, grateful for the cool metal against your back as you lay against the bench. Petra sits at attention, watching the players skate up and down the ice, practicing formations and plays.

“He’s looking over here!” she practically squeals.

You roll your eyes, scrolling through Spotify for a bass-laden playlist to mentally prepare for spending an hour with the tots later this morning.

There’s a loud crash against the boards and you jump, nearly falling off the bench. You shoot up, glaring at the plexiglass, behind which stands a smug Levi Ackerman, smirking at you. He raises an eyebrow at you and shrugs, feigning innocence. How mature, hitting the boards to startle you.

Petra gives you a sidelong glance, a slight furrow in her brows as you roll your eyes at Levi who’s wiggling the fingers in his glove in a semblance of wave. For which you return a middle finger, setting off a round of laughs between his teammates.

You look over at her with a raised eyebrow, wondering what she’s so concerned about, but she shakes her head and turns back to face the ice, eyes watching intently as they start running drills.

Later, you teach the tots a fun fishing game, where they pull out fish from the ‘pond’ you drew on the ice with a marker, and then you teach them how to skate away according to the type of fish they caught. It’s nearly time to go, and the class has been surprisingly smooth.

However, as your last student pulls out a “big fish! So big and scary!”, and you all skate backwards away from it, doing swizzles on their unsteady little feet, your smallest skater falls.

Oh fuck, here we go.

He looks up at you with wide eyes, lip trembling as he clutches his hand to his chest. He’s two feet tall, you know he’s fine, but he thinks he’s hurt, so you let out a quiet sigh and kneel next to him.

“Oh bud, that was a big fall,” you say empathetically, pulling off your gloves and taking his ‘injured’ hand between yours. “You did great though.”

“I did?” he asks tearfully, clearly wanting to have a huge meltdown but also wanting to hold it together to earn your praise.

“You did,” you confirm with a nod. “You know what I do when I hurt myself from falling? I take a big deep breath, and I shake the ouch out. Have you ever done that?”

He shakes his head no, eyes wide, and you smile at him, a little charmed by his chubby cheeks.

“Hey, isn’t that the chick you nearly took out on public the other day?” Eren nods to the ice as he throws his bag over his shoulder coming out of the locker room. “Is she a coach?”

Levi looks over and sees you kneeling down on the ice, holding the hands of a tot who must have taken a fall. He watches you shake out your hands, and the little boy imitates you. You throw your head back to laugh at the boy’s enthusiasm, quickly wiggling his whole body, and take his hand to pull him back to the other tots who have been watching curiously.

You lead them in a line that snakes around the designated area until you reach the door of the rink, making sure they all get off and into the waiting arms of their parents.

He catches your eye, thinking about how pretty you look when you aren’t flipping him off or cussing him out. You give him a hesitant smile before you’re pulled into a conversation with one of the parents.

Eren is looking at him, mouth open as he watches Levi watch you. “Uh, hello?”

Levi looks at him blandly. “Yeah, yeah. She must be a coach if she’s teaching Learn to Skate.”

Eren raises an eyebrow at him. “You look like you’re down bad. For a figure skating coach, of all people.”

“Fuck off, Yeager,” Levi says, pushing him into the wall as he heads for the doors.

[velkia]

you have some of the coolest ocs ive ever seen! can you please share their jobs/combat styles (if they have any)?

-cracks their fingers-

Thanks for this question, it's been ages since I got to talk about my characters, and I'm so happy to see there's still interest in my babies! ;w;

Just a heads up, I'll be using some older drawings (pre-2023) and comic pages in french to illustrate things, if you notice a difference in style, that's totally normal!

My characters go through a lot of phases, but I'll just summarize two of the main ones: the time when they were traveling together and the time when they’ve settled into adulthood.

Click here to read this on a more suitable interface, if you are on a computer!

From left to right: Axel, Uvia, Veron and Tellos

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Nowadays, Axel's just your average journalist, living life without much magic, except for the occasional use to rev up his motorcycle or light his pipe.

Back in the day when he was an adventurer, though, things were different. If he found himself in a scrap, he had a mechanical flying broom, crafted by Tellos, at his service, along with a trusty rope to tie up his foes. He could also conjure shields of cascading fire.

If things got really intense, he would unleash a massive fire laser to clear his path, but only in the most extreme situations (he's not a violent boy).

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Nowadays, Veron's a simple office worker clocking in 9 to 5. But he's also a priest, so his schedule is packed with community events like soup kitchens, masses, and charity activities.

Back in the day, he was an exorcist on a mission to heal the many cursed gods that inhabit their world. His powers were tied to electricity and magnetism, which he used to fly, deflect enemy attacks and connect his exorcism amulet to the targeted god. Plus, he wielded a katana and could manipulate any metal weapon from a distance.

In a pinch, he could disarm his foes and, if things got really out of hand, he could zap them with a jolt of electricity (but same as Axel, he's a good boy so it's not his cup of tea to turn the enemy into a roastie).

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Nowadays, Uvia, Axel's twin, is a harbor innkeeper just trying to navigate the chaos of motherhood with her hellish kid, Nikolaj. Her powers allow her to play with ice and manipulate the temperature in her cocktails.

Back in her youth, that same ice was a formidable weapon. She could conjure swords, sabers, and shields to defend herself, and she had a blast shaping the terrain to trap her enemies or slide in for a quick attack. Outside of combat, she could use her abilities to cool down injured areas, acting as a makeshift anesthetic.

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These days, Tellos is a plumbing engineer who sometimes picks up extra work doing repairs in people's homes. He’s also the adoptive father of Nikolaj, and he's doing his best to keep the little hellion out of trouble. His powers are great for maintaining his vegetable garden.

Back in his adventurous days, he relied heavily on his mechanical backpack, which was like a Swiss army knife for combat: it had propellers, thrusters, giant hands, blades, and even a small squadron of machine-gun robots. His plant-related powers came in handy too, allowing him to create fuel for his gadgets and potentially trap enemies. Outside of battle, he used those same powers to whip up powerful ointments whenever needed.

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Speaking of my other OCs (this post is getting pretty long lmao), Kohana used to be a spy on the run, wielding daggers and setting traps.

Now, she’s made a name for herself as a legitimate political figure who genuinely listens to her constituents.

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Then there’s Rhoda, Veron’s little sister. She shares his powers but focuses on precision, using her abilities to electrify her projectiles and target enemies effectively. Today, she’s a close colleague and valued friend of Kohana.

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As for Elombe and Yasmine, I don’t have a visual for their current designs, sorry! Just picture Elombe as a barely-teen elf, while Yasmine was already an adult when the others were still on their adventures so she didn't change much.

Elombe is still a schoolboy, he loves to dress up as the god of rain and show off the shapes he can create with his powers. He can even make water clones, which can be quite the hell for enemies who hate kids~

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Yasmine, on the other hand, is a priestess in a women’s parish dedicated to the god of wind. Her powers allow her to soar through the skies to visit her deity and send her enemies flying, though that doesn’t happen too often.

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Thanks for your patience while I rambled about my characters! qvq

It’s always a joy to share their journeys and transformations. If you have any more questions or want to dive deeper into any specific character, feel free to ask! I’m always here to chat about my OCs and their adventures. Until next time, thanks for joining me on this little trip down memory lane~

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@ellii0ttI @reineyday @reineydraws: hope this makes sense, my general knowledge of hockey is flimsy at best, my general knowledge of figure skating is non-existent, but my absolute favorite genre of fanfic to write is fake newspaper articles, the more salacious the better. Hope y'all enjoy it. Picture this getting published in whatever equivalent to Page Six /TMZ is there in the one piece world.

LOVE IS IN THE ICE. Olympic icon Dracule Mihawk goes on ice with Pirates' jersey after Akagami’s coming out sparks rumors of romance

LOGUETOWN (19).— Dracule Mihawk (43) appeared last night at the Loguetown Exhibition Gala with a Pirates’ jersey, a month after Akagami No Shanks’ (39) coming out sparked rumors of romance.

It appeared to be Akagami’s first jersey with the Pirates, from when the ice hockey legend was first drafted. Dracule proceeded to skate to the tune of Eye Of The Tiger, ending his routine with an axel that made the audience fear an accident, and that brought to mind Akagami’s career ending injury. 

Dracule has declined to make any comments, opting for skipping altogether the media after the exhibition gala. On his part, Akagami was seen at the VIP section alongside other past and present Pirates’ players, although it’s unclear whether or not he was present for Dracule’s routine. 

Monkey D. Luffy (19), Akagami’s protégé, posted a selfie sitting next to his mentor with the caption: ‘Power isn’t determined by your size, but by the size of your heart and dreams’. Fans believe that it references Akagami and Dracule’s relationship. The Pirates’ winger, Roronoa Zoro (21), has fueled the speculation ‘liking’ a Tiktok that breaks down the theory. 

The Pirates’ new captain came out shortly before Akagami did, telling Marineford reporter Rocky Port Koby (23) that he’s “pretty proud of who he is, which is not straight in any shape, way or form”. Akagami openly supported him, citing him as an inspiration when he came out through a message in ‘X’. 

Although the rumors about Akagami and Dracule’s relationship are not new —they have been linked on and off since the Olympic Games of 09, the first one in which they both competed— Akagami’s recent coming out has done nothing but fueling further the rumors of romance. 

Akagami and Dracule have been sighted together various times throughout the city during the past month, from the exclusive Baratie to the Thousand Sunny ice ring’s parking lot, and to Roronoa’s birthday party last week, a star studded event which gathered the biggest names in the ice hockey community. 

[girlwithherheadinthestars]

study tips i made instead of studying

first and foremost, do as i say not as i do (as in don't post study tips on tumblr when you have seven tests to study for)

make it aesthetic, that's always super motivating. put a playlist in the background like the "you're a princess researching about your mother while trying to overthrow your father" or "solving a mystery in your elite boarding school" or "studying in a library with the ghosts" (look them up they're good god knows i'm too lazy to link them) also mcu soundtracks help me so much!!

pretty notes!!

DRINK WATER (go now fr or i'm going to find you)

something i like to do is keep a big cup of water next to me and force myself to sit and study until it's empty

open windows!!! wind helps me focus personally

pretend you're studying in hogwarts or in the dead poets society or something. imagination is very powerful

snacks!!!!!!

more snacks!!!!!!!!!!

get interested in what you're studying. like fr. stuff we learn in school is amazing af like what do you mean we found out the universe is expanding through red-shift??? ok i know this is very nerdy of me but it's cool af. BE NERDY.

take breaks <3 always

pretend you have a rival you need to destroy (if you have one that's even better, personally me and my rival sometimes study in the same room to motivate each other just by glaring at each other from across the room)(side note: this could also be his method of flirting i will never know)

stand up and walk around every once in a while. for all my figure skating besties -- try to do an off-ice axel in your kitchen. it tends to wake me up because i tend to fall when i try to do a double but whatever that's a me problem.

find somewhere comfortable and wear something comfortable

make a to-do list

SEPARATE SECTION ABOUT TO-DO LISTS BECAUSE I HAVE A WHOLE SYSTEM FOR THIS

first of all you're going to brain dump everything you have to do. every little thing. including walking your dog. everything that has to be done in the next 24 hours.

let's take a sample to do list:

- math quiz

-math homework

-physics presentation

-chemistry test

-french oral

next, you're going to give each of them a score. how do we put scores? well

give it an easiness score from 1 -> 10 (10 being you can do it upside down with your eyes closed)

give it a stress score from -1 -> -10 (-10 being it causes crippling anxiety)

give it a priority score from 1 -> 10 (10 being your teacher will hunt you down if it isn't done in the next hour)

finally, give it in a convenience score from -1 -> -4 (-4 being i don't know where my notebook is my pen is in antartica i have no material to do this atm)

for me it would be something like

- math quiz (5E, -1S, 10P, -2C) 12

-math homework (7E, 0S, 8P, -1C) 14

-physics presentation (6E, -2S, 5P, -2C) 7

-chemistry test (2E, -2S, 10P, 0C) 10

-french oral (10E, -3S, 8P, -1C) 14

then sort everything. do the highest scores first and the lowest scores last (so you get the easy stuff done and get motivated to continue) and there! your to-do list is done in the least painful way possible <3

[nevermorefanfics]

⛸️Ice princess❄️

Pt.1

Word count: 741

Warnings⚠️: Swearing, nothing more really

A/N: Hi everyone, sorry that I haven't been posting. This part is pretty short but I think it's a good introduction to a new series! Keep in mind that I don't know a lot about Ice Skating or hockey! Love/ Thecowinblack 💕

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Fuck. You were running late to practice and with nationals just a month away that was a really bad thing. Walking in through the entrance, a coffee in your hand, you quickly found your locker. Your college, Velaris school for sports, had an amazing rink. The only bad thing about it was that you were forced to share it with the hockey team, Velaris bats, a stupid name for a bunch of stupid jocks. With your skates in your hand you walked out of the locker room and went looking for your coach, Kallas. He stood by the rink looking out on the ice with an annoyed face, talking to a hockey player. And that was when you saw the guys playing, playing on the ice! This was your ice time, not those dumb idiot's. 

“Y/N finally! Azriel be a good guy and fetch your captain.” Your coach told you and the hockey player, Azriel. He nodded and skated out on the ice. While he got his captain your coach scolded you for running late. You explained that your math teacher had talked to you, wanting you to tutor some student. Kallias sighted but nodded and told you he'd get the speaker for your music so that you could get started right after the boys left the rink. He walked away and left you to take care of the idiots as the captain of the hockey team made his way over to you, Azriel shortly after him. 

“You're going to get your and you're teams stupid hockey shit of my ice right now I'll fucking kill you.” You told him, anger in your voice.

“Not going to happen sweetie, you were late.” The captain said.

“Rhysand, it's her ice time.” Azriel mumbled. Rhysand just rolled his eyes and that was when you snapped. You skated out on the ice and grabbed their hockey pucks. The team exchanged confused looks and you looked at Rhysand. 

“Alright everyone, let's give the ice princess her ice time. Come on guys.” He said as the rest of the team got off the ice. For a couple of seconds you met eyes with Azriel and he opened his mouth like he was about to say something but quickly shut it again. Kallias tapped your shoulder and told you to do your routine so that you could use the rest of your practice to hone your moves. Turning around to start you saw that the entire hockey team was seated on the benches beside the ice. You rolled your eyes and began, almost feeling like you were one with the music.

Your routine was going smoothly and you were ready to attempt the triple axel in the middle of the routine. You'd never really gotten it and you knew that this was your last chance. If you didn't ace it Kallias would switch it with a double axel. You lifted up in the air, feeling everyone's eyes on you and did it. You landed perfectly, and continued the routine with strikingly more confidence. You'd done it. You aced the routine, if you made this on the competition you might, no you almost certainly will make it to the olympics. When finishing the show with your double lutz you received a standing ovation from the skaters in your hall. Even some of the dumb hockey jocks clapped. Feeling bold you turned against them and gave them a bow, a smirk blooming on your face. Once again your eyes met Azriels and he raised his eyebrows and clapped. 

You threw yourself down on your bed, exhausted from all off the training you'd done today. You'd done it, the trick you'd been training on for so fucking long. Suddenly you heard a knock on the door and a note slipped under it. You jumped out of bed and quickly reached for it. It was an invite to a party at Rhysands house. Was this some kind of prank? A prank to either get her away from her dorm or something worse? The hockey team probably didn't like her after today's practice and they were famous for their pranks. “We’re hoooome!” you heard your roommate, Feyre call out. “Shhh she's probably tired, screaming won't help.” Nesta mumbled. Well usually you would be but after all the drama today? You couldn't wait to tell them about practice. “It's alright, you guys aren't going to believe everything that happened today!” You said.