So I read this post and then this fic, and this happened...
It was such fun to paint it and, well... it’s hot *_*
I love them so much...
Hope you like it, @cosmereplay ^_^
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Chapter 39 - Due Responsibility, part III
(Based on Chapter 39 of Of Gods and Men by TravellingYen)
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New meta!Len suit for my Sparks in the Ice verse~
Micro-break from the nuttiness of life and juggling writing projects to rediscover art.... and voila! There was bound to be a new suit for Len in A Rare Arctic Thunderstorm so here we go. Consider this the spoiler for the upcoming Ch8. ;)
This was totally an exercise in “how would Hartley and Cisco collab on a suit?" and an upgrade from the version I made last year for When Lightning Hits Ice. A certain scarlet-clad speedster very much likes the new look.
And of course I had to do the flipped down/frost-free and coatless versions again too.
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“But she sees the way that Tsushima keeps his eyes, unwaveringly, on the back of Kashimura’s head. It’s a gentle gaze, but it’s fierce too, as if saying Hey! You might not know it, but I’ll protect you.”
Fanart based on teenage nightmares commit atrocities by forever_wandering.
Check it out if you like soukoku going undercover and getting outsider POV! Funny and cute fanfic, with lots of feels 🥹 I also liked the school uniform design a lot!!
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I did the thing
@mynameisrobiniamadumbass I don't know how you keep getting this much free labour out of me/lh but here's the silly little poem as promised :D
The lonely king sits upon a peak,
There is no one there to hear him weep,
The clock strikes yet another hour,
Still the lonely king does not move from his tower,
He looks out on his lands of ice and snow,
His people have fled to far down below.
A demon leers from every corner,
The lonely king cannot take it much longer,
His home is cursed there is no escape,
The only thing he can do is wait and wait.
The lonely king has forgotten his story, his name,
All that he knows is a deep sense of shame.
Friends or foes, nothing makes sense,
He doesn’t think he’s willing to take that chance,
His lover cries out, ‘oh where is my flower’,
Yet still the lonely king cannot leave his tower.
A spirit watches, brow drawn with concern,
They know the lonely king has yet to learn,
Some stories blur the line between fact and fiction,
Especially when you were once in them,
Certain tales best left untold,
Will take shape in the bitter cold
This is pretty much my first time writing poetry in rhyme and I haven't written that much before in general! it was v fun tho! I hope you enjoyed it <333
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