Just whatever I want
A short midget of a ginger with a knack of being just a sarcastic, swearing pain in the ass~ She's mostly an artist, a writer when she gives a damn, and a fangirl 99.98% of the time.
Holyshit… It been almost a month since I’ve posted any art… Crap… I’m ashamed.
Here, have this half assed pic of Len being grumpy. Forgive me?
Every time I see Silver age Len with his polar bears or ice created creatures I think of this…
Pretty Princess Snow Cold~
((goshers if you people keep being so nice to me I’m never going to stop writing fic. Be careful what you wish for. :3))
have a N52 Len. This was in the back of one of the JLIs. Isn’t he precious?
Just when you thought you couldn’t respect the man anymore, he tramples Flashers with an ice-rhino. Uh. What.
LEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE?
Had fun drawing Fantasy Au Cold again uvu
The progress between the initial drawing and this was fun~
When did this…
…become hotter than—
Oh.
…So. Uh. Here’s the 411 on Captain Cold!
BLESS YOU *LAUGHING FOREVER*
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Dammit, fine….
// I WANT IT BOTH OF THEM ebfijsad f
my god….
Just thought you guys would like to see that I can’t escape the Rogues even when I’m doing homework…
Rough sketch (and color) of Fantasy Au Cold… Ice magic plus sword. yep. with a hook on top to stop him from sliding on the ice if need be.
shitty rough sketch is shittyOOC: Since I called dibs on storyline…
Leonard Snart had never been a truly remarkable man.
He lived a modest youth among the snowy north, seeking out a survival for himself and his sister whilst their father rotted away on too much mead and self-loathing. A captain of the King’s guard, the man had been, which was a calling in life that Leonard himself had never heard. No, what was of import to him was his dear younger sister - the poor girl filled with elegance and grace, who always had had the touch of magic.
Leonard knew a thing or two of magic, but nothing exceptional. The man learned what he needed to in order to survive in the snowy North; He didn’t create the ice, but shaped it with his own two hands as though it was a very part of his essence. It was natural to him, and though his sister called it his talent, it was of little import for him to venture further.
Len was a man of the wilds, living amongst the land, stealing what he had to in order to survive and carving an existence into the very mountains that their homestead was nestled amongst. So many times had he felled ancient wooden evergreens for warmth and for shelter. The man had lost count of the animals he had bested and skinned with his own two hands. And he held his share of scars and weathered flesh to prove every ounce of his worth. It was not their father that held this family together, but Leonard himself.
Thus when the time came, when their father passed in one harsh winter and opportunity presented itself during the spring melt, it was Leonard who chose for them to leave all that they had ever known behind and venture from the wilderness. To take his beloved sister to the city where she could flourish her talents, and venture away on his own - to find an existence where he could fight for more than mere survival, but to find a calling that truly sated his soul.
Rough sketch (and color) of Fantasy Au Cold… Ice magic plus sword. yep. with a hook on top to stop him from sliding on the ice if need be.
shitty rough sketch is shitty
OK, as much as I like the girls kicking ass (I do, i swear look at all those bad asses!) I was crying at this point… Cause fuckin’… They make Cold a joke. A JOKE. I do not appreciate that at all.
ugh…. why would they do this to a good villain? *cries*
