#ice skating pond

[burkh4rt]

[bakiegaming]

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[nocturnalghoul-archive]

I originally thought up a bunch of ghoul hockey ideas/headcannons while I was at work yesterday (which I'll probably end up just dumping into its own post as is) that I meant to follow up on and expand today but then instead I wrote the following two little things that are really only hockey adjacent lol. I blame @forlorn-crows and @askingforthesun for reminding me I like hockey and giving me the Ghoul Hockey brainrot.

The first one centers on Dew's pregame rituals and the second is a follow up concerning... zambonis I guess? The both of them together probably total about 1.2k so I'm gonna stick 'em under a readmore :)

Pre-game Ritual

After enough damage was caused by restless ghouls cooped up in the abbey during the winter, the decision was quickly made to try and facilitate an outlet for the, to work out pent up energy. A short while later, hockey gear and sticks appeared and weekly games between the ghouls have been commonplace ever since. It took a while for the idea to truly catch on in the beginning, but by the time Copia came to lead the Ghost Project it was a well loved tradition and something that the ghouls got very invested in.

Dew had first picked up the idea of a pregame ritual from Omega, who was a firm believer in the same meal before each game to bring him luck.

... It may have gotten a little out of control from there. Is it truly a superstition if it gets you the desired results though? Dew definitely didn't think so. Over the years he gained more and more "habits" as he would refer to them to help him out in games until it reached the current state of affairs. Before each game he had 5 things that he swore were essential otherwise the game would go horribly.

A good pregame meal: The first of his many quirks he stole directly from Omega then later changed to make his own. For lunch before their weekly game he would always make one of the same two chicken and pasta dishes. After he became a fire ghoul it was still the same meal, but he made them so spicy that only he or another fire ghoul could stand to eat it. Originally he claimed that is just helped him get into the hockey mindset, but that statement later changed to him saying it helped him get fired up both literally and metaphorically to hit the ice.

Zamboni time: Eventually Dew got tired of always being the one to trip on the rouge debris stuck to the ice when they played. He eventually figured out that a fire ghoul and a water ghoul could run out there before the game and together essentially create a makeshift Zamboni equivalent out of ghoul magic so that the ice would be clean and smooth. At first he and Ifrit would go out and do it, but later he and Rain continued the tradition. It was almost meditative in a way, but he kept that part to himself.

A lucky charm: This particular aspect was the only one that he was willing to admit was truly superstitious. In his pocket every time he went out onto the ice, he carried a little plastic figurine of a phoenix that Aether and Mountain had given to him just before he left to undergo the process of becoming a fire ghoul. They said it was a good luck charm and a reminder that they were thinking of him and supporting him the whole time, even if they couldn't be there. It has been one of the only constants he had in the beginning. Dew figured that if it was good luck then than it was absolutely good luck now. It also reminded him that his pack had his back both on and off the ice, however he deemed that particular sentiment a bit too sappy to ever admit out loud. He would turn the small figure around in his hands just before the game and whenever he was sitting out off the ice.

Some good tunes and a nap: It doesn't matter how sleep deprived you are, a quick little disco nap can make you right as rain and ready to absolutely crush the competition. Dew knows this is a friendly game between the ghouls to let off steam and bond as a pack but he is 100% the kind of person to let his competitive nature get the best of him in this scenario. Besides, cleaning the ice uses a lot of energy and makes him sleepy. Also listen, Dew is a musician and everybody knows that the right playlist can be essential to get into the right headspace. The nap is also an excuse to lay in his room and listen to his pregame playlist. It is most closely guarded of his "habits" and kept secret from the other ghouls lest they try to mess with it and cause it to stop working. It is totally not because it's mostly bubblegum pop and he has a reputation to uphold.

Handshakes: The final superstition habit he developed before a game was a special handshake with whoever his line mates were going to be for the evening. Sometimes the ghouls would mix up who played what position and so he developed a different handshake with each member of the team. The most complicated of which are with Cumulus and Rain. The ghoulette was originally the one to instigate this behavior the first time and then they won 3-0 so slowly everybody else also gained their own unique pattern.

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A follow-up thing I thought up expanding upon the second pregame superstition. How it came to be and how it transformed

Zamboni Boys

Preparing the ice before a game became almost ritualistic at a point. Controlled melt. Shape. Smooth. Freeze.

Dew had originally thought up the idea one day after watching Ifrit accidentally melt some of the snow around him when he got startled while they were on a walk together. The frozen lake in the winter is a great opportunity for a little ghoulish hockey, but is rough and full of imperfections to get caught on. Dew, tired of always being the unlucky one to catch whatever was stuck to the surface of the ice and all its rough patches with his skates, quickly formulated a plan.

If he had Ifrit use a little fire magic to carefully melt the very top layer of the ice, sweep all the debris away, then he could use a little water magic to help the surface refreeze all smooth and pretty. Essentially making them a makeshift Zamboni. After a little trial and error to get the process right, the remainder of the lake went smoothly and the result was beautiful.

Once Dew switched elements the process was one of the few ways that he had left to tether himself to who he was before.

The first winter after he reemerged as a fire ghoul, when the time came for the weekly hockey games between the ghouls to resume Dew was crushed. He had come to relish the meditative actions of preparing the ice and found that it always brought him a sense of tranquility. To lose that was just salt in the wound. As winter drew near he had started to dread the upcoming ghoul games knowing that they would only remind him of all he had lost.

Luckily, Rain had heard from one of the other ghouls about Dew's old pregame habit. Dew was resistant at first, but later had to admit that even if he was now doing the opposite side of the job , it still made him incredibly happy. After explaining the process to Rain and some slight coaching on technique they set out to prepare the lake for the first game of the season.

For the first time in months, Dew felt truly zen. By the end of it his face was hurting from smiling and laughing so much with Rain as they had fun on the ice. The two went on to regroup with the other ghouls so that the game could begin, Dew twirling his lucky charm in his pocket and truly giddy the whole way back.

The game was a mix of some older ghouls and the new current band pack on each team in order to give the newer ghouls a chance to better pick up on how to play the game in action. As the weeks went on, and Rain and Dew continued to prepare the ice together, he started to find that not only was the time to themselves bringing him closer to Rain, but also to his former element.

[tereox]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-5052 | Bly & CC-2224 | Cody & CC-1010 | Fox & CC-6454 | Ponds & CT-7567 | Rex & CC-3636 | Wolffe Characters: CC-5052 | Bly, CC-1010 | Fox, CC-3636 | Wolffe, CC-2224 | Cody, CC-6454 | Ponds, CT-7567 | Rex, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars) Additional Tags: CC-5052 | Bly-centric, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fix-It, Ice Skating, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Brotherly Bonding, as in: Bly proves once and for all that he's not the clumsiest of the batch anymore, schemes, Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars), Clone Troopers as Brothers (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Shenanigans (Star Wars), Planet Coruscant (Star Wars), Coruscant Guard (Star Wars), Fluff, Family Fluff, War is over, everyone except palpatine is alive and well, bly has learned to skate and decides to make it everyone's problem Summary:

Now that the war is over, Bly has a mission. He has to prove to his batch that he isn't the clumsiest of them anymore. What better way to prove this than to drag them all ice skating?

Alternatively: Bly learns the basics of ice skating and decides to make that everyone's problem.

[mulletstanleys]

i see any obscure video of a man in a suit doing the weirdest shit ever and all i can think of is "reigen would do something like this"

[gimmeshelter]

re: lrb the other day i saw a young teenager on french twitter post a photo of paris under thick snow and he asked "is it true that there used to be snow like that in paris or did they make it up because it looks pretty in stories" and it broke my heart like kids aren't even getting to know snow anymoreee

[inspectorseb]

Having Thomas and Cory teach Shannon how to skate is so sweet 🥹

[mascrapping]

2023: Memorial to Spike - Christmas and Ice Skating

This is the third spread in Spike’s Memorial Album, sharing memories of Christmases past – enjoying the Christmas stocking dog treats, and trying to ice skate with us on our frozen pond in Indiana.  I chose background cardstock and the border edges from a Winter Wonderland Christmas paper pack. I like the blue tones for winter as they convey a sense of cold. The two graphics and mats for the…

[doodleduck]

I need to kiss fall and winter on the lips. I love you fall and winter

[porcellionides]

it's been like a year or so since ive played sky and i miss it dearly T__T i might redownload it

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Feelings Thawed

Character; Cater Diamond

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.

“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.

Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 

He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.

You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.

He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.

Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”

Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”

You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”

Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.

“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 

The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.

You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”

Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 

It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.

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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[roadtripnewengland]

Ice Skating at the Frog Pond in Boston

[tammynalltillett]

Grizzly goes ice skating!!

Grizzly goes ice skating!!

[perceptiveplum]

Large pond in the park is already frozen but lakes are still not sure. I hope in this year they will freeze because climat warming is spoiling the fun.

[kettlefire]

The boy under the ice

He simply appear one winter day in Gotham. The water had already frozen over. Citizens alike surround the cold pond for a day of Winter festivities.

The Wayne family making a yearly appearance. Smiles and greets as hot cocoa and coffee was passed around to children and parents alike.

Some people skating across the frozen pond, while others enjoyed the snow. Building snowmen, and having intense rounds of snowball fighting.

Even in the darkness and dangerous that surrounded Gotham, everyone understood what today was. To put aside all problems and differences. To simply enjoy the seasonal change, spending time with your loved ones.

It was perfect. Until a piercing scream broke through the laughter and joy.

Cries of surprise and fear immediately followed. The people on the pond had quickly moved away in fear and disgust.

Bruce Wayne made no hesitation to move forward. Fear thrumming at the idea that someone had fallen through the ice. Maybe it hadn't been solid enough for skating and a poor soul got pulled in.

Except the ice was perfect. The only marks from the slight scratches of the blades against it. Not a single crack or hole could be seen.

It didn't take long before Dick was grabbing Bruce's attention. Waving the man over with a grim expression. The once joyous moment quickly turned dark and grim.

There was a boy, barely older than Damien trapped beneath the ice. Even with closed eyes, the kid looked like he could easily be mistaken as a Wayne. Any urgency to help was quickly faded by the sight.

The boy's skin held a blue tint, noticeable even through the thick layer of ice and the water below. His lips a sickly purple, and not a movement in his body.

It was clear the boy had been long since dead. Floating in the ice cold water beneath the ice. Having just floated up to the ice by pure accident.

With a sombre tone, Bruce ordered someone to call the police. They would need the fire department to even fathom pulling the poor boy out.

Bruce, along with Dick stayed kneeled on the cold ice. Eyes trained on the poor boy. Wondering if this was a blessing or a curse.

A poor family out there somewhere finally knowing what happened to their son this Christmas winter. Only for the horrible news of loss to hit them, even then the mystery was gone.

The sound of sirens broke through the thick tense silence. Help would be there soon, but the day had been tainted already.

It took everything in Bruce not to shout when eyelids sudden snapped open.

Fear and pain-filled bright blue eyes stared up at him through the ice. Pruned and blue hands suddenly pressed against the ice. Purple lips moving in frantic and panic words.

Words that couldn't penetrate the ice.

Bruce moved quickly, standing and yelling for help. Calling the civilians to bring anything they could. A blade from the snow cone cart was brought over.

The thick silence and stillness breaking instantly as everyone joined together in a rushed attempt to help.

Bubbles raised to the surface, popping against the ice as the boy beneath it continued to struggle. Words of comfort spilling from Bruce, even though he knew the boy likely couldn't hear him.

Many people were ushered off the ice, not wanting to risk a massive break from the weight. The ice frantically yet slowly breaking and giving under the attempts. Shavings and cracks signaling progress.

Bruce's eyes trailed away from the ice he had been trying to break for only a split second. He could hear the sounds of the fire department pulling into the area.

Bruce's eyes met the teen's terrified one. A chill ran down his spine as he saw the fight leave the boy, a feeling of despair and loss filling Bruce.

He couldn't let it end like this.

Yet, the choice was ripped from him. The water below the ice seemed to bubble for a split second before he was gone.

The boy under the ice was just gone.

He hadn't sunk down to the bottom of the pond. He hadn't floated to another section. One second he was there, and the next he was gone.

It didn't stop the fire department from breaking into the ice. Into pulling all efforts to try and find the boy. The boy that almost everyone in attendance had seen in clear detail.

There wasn't a body. No sign of the young teen's existence, save for the now shattered and broken ice. It seemed to be nothing, a strange blimp in a Gotham day.

Everyone was meant to move on without a second thought.

Except Bruce couldn't. He couldn't get the sight of terrified eyes meeting his. He knew there was too the story. That boy needed help.

He wasn't simply trapped under the ice. The boy wasn't simply dead. He was suffering. And Bruce would be damned if he just brushed it off like everyone else.

It's a good thing Bruce didn't. A late night in the cave, listening to the police scanners. Trying to push away the lingering sadness and pain he felt from the boy.

That's when he heard it. The call of a young boy being found trapped under the ice. In a different pond.

That was all the confirmation Bruce needed. He sent out an order to every vigilante apart of his family. To keep an eye out for the elusive boy.

Bruce was going to crack this mystery. He was going to help this kid, no matter what it took.