#off ice training

[doomduck]

Sunday skate school update:

Soooo.... loop and sit spin today. Ironically my sit spin was working better than my loop jump. Hell everyone's loop jumps were so off today that the coach was like 'i know you guys can do it. Why are you doing this to me'

I need to hold my leg out straighter and be about and inch or two lower. So not to bad.

Loop i need not to be chicken shit lol.

Off ice jumps and spin:

I've decided to just take command (so to speak) no one is putting their hand up to say what they want to work on. Or step up to go first. So screw them. I know what I want to work on and being polite about it is wasting my time. So I'll be nominating that we work on flip, loop and axel next week. They can whinge about working on loop to their heart's content.

Igor introduced a different entry for salchow that i want to work on because its doung my head in (backwards outside three, Mohawk (c step) then another turn? Jump) its made worse by the fact I jump the other way.

There overwhelming sense of mild chaos at tge public session with enough near misses to give me the heebejebies.

[yuzu-all-the-way]

[turtleblogatlast]

With how often his portals screwed up in the beginning, there’s absolutely no way Leo didn’t end up in multiple scenarios where he was trapped in random places chasing after his odachi as it gets separated from him, causing him to have to chase after it as it somehow evades his grasp in increasingly comedic yet unlucky ways.

[mlady-magnolia]

Just wanted to share some Honkai/HSR OCs because they’re infecting my brain rn

[spelllingandthemysteryschool]

brought to grateful, happy tears by the mundane miracles of everyday life

[skunkes]

i need to play DQB2 again malroth...save me. Save me malroth. Save me builderoth.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

All I know is that when I used to skate I’d be gasping for air after skating a two minute program and definitely did not still look pretty or graceful and Taylor somehow stomps around on stage for nearly four hours a night with very few opportunities to sit down and not only that but looks flawless AND sings without missing a beat so some people are just built and trained differently lmao

[mechahero]

There's a whoooole bunch of undead guys in Motor City! And while I can't go over every single one of them, here's a small selection of zombies you'll see here! You don't have to use the nicknames for them though, we are all aware of how dumb they sound.

YOU try coming up with a way to tell different zombies apart without sounding like a complete dumbass though. >:/

ROMEROS- Your classic zombie. Slow, shambling and trouble in large crowds. These guys outnumber most of the zombie types here 2 to 1. Compared the zombies they're named after, they're far more smarter than them. While you won't catch them using a rock to bash open a window, you'll at the very least be able to hold normal conversations with them as they're well... normal people still more or less!

You could always ask one what brought them back and sometimes they'll tell that it was due to a satellite that came back from Venus. Don't take it to heart though, it's mostly a joke.

LANDERS- Said to be the victims of a disease (probably rabies or mad cow disease or something, we don't fricking know), these zombies are bit uh... complicated. These guys take the longest to get back on track and get them acting like the humans they used to be. It's no fault of their own obviously, but man is their particular strain of zombification a complete BITCH to work with. It makes them bitey, spew-y and all around JERKS the first few months of unlife.

They're alright once you get them back down to normal but you really gotta stick it out through those months to do it. And the kicker? They can only make more of themselves via biting. Or if they've got a cold and are inconsiderate enough to not cover their mouths when they sneeze. Not that you'll catch any of the ones here biting people though. That's rude and they're more likely to be chowing down on junk food than people. They looove stuff like Ding Dongs and stuff like that.

Not every Lander is the same though, since some of them seem to act completely differently to the regular Landers. One of them snuck up on me the other day, it wasn't fun.

TRAINRUNNERS- Okay, forget what I said about the Landers. THESE guys are complicated. Kind of, I mean. They're fast, super durable for the most part and their strain is also spread through bite and boy, does it spread FAST. It's probably for the best that there's so few of them living here. That's nothing against them, of course but uh... it's not fun to deal with?

And if takes a while to get a Lander back on track, then it takes even longer for a Trainrunner. Which is not as pleasant as you can imagine when they get out of control but hey, we push through. Some of them are kind of prickly people to deal with though. We're not sure if that's because of the way their strain affects their brains or if some of them are natural born jerks. But either way, if you see some literally rotten looking people with varicose like veins and wearing sunglasses (their eyes ARE kind of gross looking), then you're seeing a Trainrunner. Just be cool around them and you'll be okay.

I dunno who originally coined their nickname though. We don't even have trains here?

NEWDEADS- A sort of catchall term for zombies that don't fit in the standard definition of zombie but are similar enough to their regular counterparts to qualify as one. It's not too uncommon to see a Newdead with a pulse (That's me!) but as long as they have a couple of traits seen in either Romeros, Landers, or Trainrunners, they can count as a Newdead. The one difference between a Newdead and the other zombie types though is that Newdeads don't have to worry about losing control and going on a complete rampage just to eat some dang flesh. Newdeads are kind of like humans the most? But also kind of not? They're stuck in a weird in between of being both and neither.

Don't ask how a zombie can have a pulse though. Yeah, I know it doesn't make sense but we're all made and sometimes rot and decompose in different ways and you'll break your brain trying to understand it so don't fricking question it. We're all kind of dead and that's just it! :>

Anyways, that should be just about every type of zombie seen here mostly! Might have missed a few but I can always edit this thing. Or just make new pamphlets. Either one. Next one's going to be about vampires and let me tell you that one's gonna be wayyyy easier! Well bye! ^_^b <- (me giving you a thumbs up)

[byanyan]

ㅤㅤ" ...i dunno how t' feel about any'a this. "

[arom-antix]

@fishshit @ectobiologay you can't just put the best ideas I've ever heard in your tags and then not expect me to draw them

Original prompt

Original exhibition illustration

Yakov trauma

Outdated design rant

Added design elements

Here's a version without the LEDs so you can actually see

[thundertide]

@yoroiis, from HERE! <3

No sooner had her lips parted, the Operative pressed them back together. As much as she wanted to defend Ren, she couldn't this time - Not when Childe was right and she wasn't entirely sure where he had run off to, let alone the reasons why. It was easy to imagine; Ren was horribly unlucky, and even she'd been a little spooked by the sudden attack out of the blue - Maybe he'd seen one run off where she hadn't and given chase, but none of them were valid excuses she could give their commanding officer, and as such? She wouldn't even try.

Yet on the other hand, she'd still cock a brow at him, lifting her swords as a means of pointing them out; hadn't he watched the fight? "You're soundin' a little irritated over a kid who knows to give me damn room when I fight," Kagota reminded, wiggling the weapons in her hands in his direction. Calculated as she usually was, precise and quick in her movements, when the dual blades came out she was just as wild as he was, a heady handed nod towards the fact he'd been her teacher for the last nearly decade of their life together. "I have taught him better than that shit, Ajax, you know that. You let me keep my damn unit because I'm good at what I do. For all I know, he wanted to give me space to do my shit without hitting anything not a damn hilichurl."

...Or tree. Or flower. Or a hut, or... Yeah, she'd just... Ignore the cuts and slashes left in the scenery around them. Didn't quite matter right then, anyway.

"Besides," Kag continued after a moment, letting the dual blades fade into a scattering of electro-charged particles, hands dropping down to sit on her hips a second after, "the hell makes you think it's not for a good reason? Ren's a damn good recon agent. Even if he ran off 'cause it made him nervous, he has other skills more valuable to us than battle. So, you gonna come find our son, or am i gonna have to go collect him alone?"

[fayeandknight]

Guess who's likely going to wake up with a shiner tomorrow?

I was putting together a thinking while I have a toy exercise for Forte - intending for him to work on backside jumps with distance for a tug. Forte saw the tug under my arm and the bar jump and decided to offer taking the jump. The problem was that I was still in the middle of setting the bar so he smashed into the side of my face.

Oh well, having a super motivated dog means some times getting behaviors without asking for them. Rip to my left eye though.

[postmortiem]

𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 . ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF

@spitecrow : ❛ I will bite you if you continue this behavior. ❜

      Oh,  he  wants  to  fight  alright.    What  one  would  take  as  an  empty  threat   (  because  who  in  their  right  mind  would  start  with  teeth  )  ,  was  as  serious  as  could  be.  Or  so  Kiki  would  tell  herself  anyway.  Standing  up  from  the  dinner  table,  showing  off  her  proud  height  of  5'2"   &   approaching  Lucanis  with  this  faux  air  of  danger   —  arms  spread  out  wide.  Got  to  make  a  point  here   !

    ❝  Oh,  you  want  to  bite  now   ?   I  can  bite  back.  You  want  to  get  bitten  so  badly   ?   You  want  to  get  bitten  so  badly. ❞     Unclasping  the  leather  mask,  tucking  it  against  the  belt  around  her  waist.  Despite  the  taxidermist's  stance,  spoken  words  didn't  sound  like  real  business.       ❝ Want  to  settle  this  here  or  outside   ?   I'm  flexible. ❞

[buttercupart]

Valor Firemantle (and also Collie and their palismen) for @wingedarrows!

[harocat]

I'm by no means an Ilia hater. He's a fantastic athlete. I'm not big on his programs this year specifically (short is a bit boring and the free feels more like an exhibition), but I've enjoyed the ones he had the past two seasons before (Succession and Malagueña were particularly strong).

But, and I will not deny this at this point, damn does watching him make me miss Nathan so much.

[mobbothetrue]

Spotify prompt! Knuckles and tails, an 19 :)

Oh hoho! You managed to land FightSong by EVE (<- YouTube link), a song that by all rights shoulda been #2 (<- I refuse to pay Spotify money).

Hmm…. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything with Super Sonic Speed, but I always did intend to write follow-ups…

.•.•.•.

The city is unbelievably loud. They’re in what Sonic had called a shopping district, and it’s apparently very popular. Knuckles would kind of like to go home, a lot, actually, but Tails is flirting from one shop to another and he doesn’t have it in him to shut the kid down. Sonic is somewhere on the periphery of their little group— he and Tails had bonded, thick as thieves, and Knuckles— well, he tolerated the guy.

Tails gasps like he’s seeing the sun rise for the first time, excited enough that he’s lifting off the ground. Knuckles ambles over, grabs him by the ankle, and pulls him back down. He’s looking at some sort of… thing. Knuckles can’t make heads or tails of it, but it’s definitely saying something to Tails.

Hmm. He is, at least, familiar with the idea of shops. Chao liked to set them up, sometimes, selling fruit or handmade crafts for rings, but Knuckles has no idea if their idea of currency and everyone else’s aligns. Would the shopkeep accept a fruit? Most chao did. It isn’t like rings are a problem, so…

Knuckles turns, seeking out Sonic in the crowd. There he is— stiff as anything, glancing frantically back and forth between Knuckles and some other hedgehog, a pink one. One of his friends, maybe? They look irritated, maybe not. Knuckles steps away from Tails, invites himself into their conversation.

“and you just RAN OFF—“ the hedgehog is shouting. Sonic cracks his mouth open, a faint wheeze escaping.

“Hey,” Knuckles says.

“—do you have ANY IDEA how WORRIED I was—“

This looks like a battle Sonic is better off fighting on his own. Still, Knuckles needs his question answered. “Hey,” he repeats, slightly louder.

“—I mean, I knew you were alright because my cards said so, but—“

“Hey Knuckles,” Sonic manages to crack out, “this is Amy.”

Amy tilts her head at him, and then gives him a sharp, discerning once-over. “Are you one of his other friends?” She asks.

“Yeah, sure,” Knuckles says, and then “do rings work as currency down here?”

She blinks at him, as if this is a weird thing to ask. “Yes?” She says.

“Okay,” Knuckles says, nodding, “try not to scare him too bad.”

Any lingering confusion evaporates, and she whirls around to find Sonic trying to sneak away. “AGAIN!” she shouts, full of conviction, and Knuckles makes his way back to where he left Tails. He isn’t pressed up against the glass anymore, so Knuckles steps into the store. Yeah, there he is. Hovering— literally— over the same display.

Knuckles takes a moment to properly observe, rooting around for the terms Tails would use, in an attempt to ensure he gets the right thing. There’s a looping track, and a few other gadgets on the sides. A switch, one of them looks like, and some barricade, and a few blinking lights. On the track itself is a… sideways cylinder, set on wheels, connected to a few boxes, puffing out smoke— or steam, maybe. Tails is absorbed enough in watching it chug along that he doesn’t even realize Knuckles is standing right next to him. Knuckles’ll just have to make sure he comes up for air, occasionally.

He casts about the rest of the store, vaguely lost. There are a lot of displays, and a lot of colourful boxes. Knuckles picks up one, flips it over, and realizes swiftly he is out of his depth. He brings the box over to Tails, handing it to him. Tails holds onto it for a full few seconds, watching with bated breath as the cylinder switches tracks, before he looks down. His fur all along his spine puffs up, and he turns to look at Knuckles so fast he has to wonder if Sonic hasn’t started to rub off on him in more ways than one. That’s the right box, for sure.

“Really?” Tails asks, voice breathy with excitement, and Knuckles ruffles his fur instinctually.

“‘Course.”

Maybe the shopping district isn’t that bad.