coldpun: (say: "you're gonna die young")
CHARACTER NAME: Leonard "Captain Cold" Snart
CHARACTER SERIES: The Flash/DC's Legends of Tomorrow

[OOC]
Backtagging: Yes
Threadhopping: Yes
Fourthwalling: Uhhh... this could kinda go either way. It's prob better to ask.
Offensive subjects (elaborate): None OOCly. For him though, if you harm/threaten his sister, he'll lose his shit and/or make your life forever hell. Also if you try to bring up particulars of his childhood, it won't go well. Current LoT Mick-related things is also a trigger.

[IC]
Hugging this character: The only one likely to get away unscathed is Lisa. Nothing's likely to come to blows though, unless they don't take his pointed "hands off" comments.
Kissing this character: Safer than hugging, actually. Depends on the person and if he thinks he can get something outta them.
Flirting with this character: Likely to flirt back.
Fighting with this character: Go for it. He'll definitely fight back.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Recoverable injuries are fine, though still ask. Anything beyond that definitely ask. I'll likely say yes.
Killing this character: Ask first.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: It's fine. If he finds out about the mind reading though, he will lose his shit. :)


Other
Shipping: Let's be real I'll ship probably anything at the drop of a hat if it'll make a lick of sense. Mind, Snart's very closed off with people, so unless he knows them, he will be very... cold.
Personally I do go for Coldwave, Coldflash, and Captain Canary without trouble!
Cold Gun: 99% always with him. You don't want to get on the other end of it.
Smut: I cannot write smut worth a damn LOL.
Theft: Snart's a thief. He'll lift wallets and the like just because he's bored. He likes to keep his hands moving, his skills sharp. He might just do it for fun. I'll always ask before having him think to pilfer from someone.
coldpun: (just to taste the truth)
(♫)



Touch fire, just to taste the truth,
say "you're gonna die young," so are you,
we chase the lightning, because we need to move,
this is our science, we've got nothing to prove.

Tell me where you're going, with that knife in your hand, yeah.
Tell me what you're thinking, boy, what do you got planned?
See I don't trust your smile, I know your daddy lets you run wild, as the wind.
I saw you touch her eyelids and I can see you want so clearly to kiss, her lips.

I got friend who walks the strip, with a gun on his hip,
his reason is this: if people caught a glimpse they won't be talking shit,
and he can rest his heavy fists, he got hands to take teeth,
he don't need quarters to coax them from lips,
to you, this is as crazy as it gets, to the man with the bruises on hands,
it only makes sense, yeah, and that's the way that he is, (tooth-taker)
and that's the way that I live.

I wasn't born in a boxcar, when I die bury me with crossed arms,
underneath the tree up in the back yard, slip that coin in my pocket, yeah,
it's a lost art, living what you're giving 'til it finally stops hearts.
When us good guys die, we hope those that survive can spin a solid lie to
make us look real hard, cause we ain't tough, tell em Stef.
(We just deal with whatever comes up)

This is for those who can't take a hit, find a hundred neighbors,
ask if they could change their life, then what would they do different,
would it be little shifts, or would it be some hidden dream,
from the bitter deep that no one even knows exists.

To me it makes sense, you can waste your time tossing blades of grass at the wind,
that you could swing fists, and if it sinks ships,
bury me at sea with my arms crossed, and a smile upon my pink lips.

Tell me this, put up your fingertips,
if you're living your life exactly the way that you wished, yeah,
and for the rest of us, with our hands on our hips,
our work is never done, we are Sisyphus.

Tell me where you're going, with that knife in your hand, yeah.
Tell me what you're thinking boy, what do you got planned?
I don't trust your smile, I know your daddy lets you run wild, wild as the wind.
I saw you touch her eyelids, and I can see you want so clearly to kiss,
kiss, kiss, kiss her lips.

Touch fire, just to taste the truth,
say "you're gonna die young," so are you,
we chase the lightning, because we need to move,
this is our science, we've got nothing to prove.

Touch fire, just to taste the truth,
say "you're gonna die young," so are you,
we chase the lightning, because we need to move,
this is our science, we've got nothing to prove.

Touch fire.

--This is Our Science; Astronautalis

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