#@frost

[architect-of-dreams]

Haven’t done these in a very long time but I hope you enjoy the Frost Harka <3

[architect-of-dreams]

For all the Frost fans, here is a background for you! 

Hope you all like it.

[dwn-060]

Getting ready for the big party

"Oh, wait till you get a load yourself, Frost, you’re going to LOVE this." Clown promised excitedly as the first of the black paint was sprayed onto his brother’s large frame. His little brother looked so darn cute sitting obediently on the floor like he was, covering his eyes with his large mitten-like hands. They weren’t articulated enough to ACTUALLY cover them, nor did it really MATTER if he got paint in his eyes, but it was cute none the less. Clown’d already painted his own arms, making sure to thoroughly coat every colourful little bit of each and every ring; his arms were so saturated in the sticky, inky paint that it was starting to dry with dripmarks, but whatever, he looked great and he knew it.

Clown continued painting for what seemed like hours, lost in his imagination and paint fumes, admiring his own work as he went. They’d grabbed several different kinds of black paint (and even a few other colours on accident), so a few spots on Frost’s torso were metallic looking, while the majority of him was matte- but Clown made sure to make the most important parts of all as glittery as possible. He’d wished they’d thought to grab more of the glitter stuff, since that would probably be the most appropriate for some sort of fancy garden party, but it was fine, everything was fine.

Well... it WAS fine. Fine until the circusbot reached behind himself for another can, finding nothing for several seconds as he blindly felt around for it. Turning his head to look, his eyes widened upon realizing they’d made their way through every single last can of paint. Everything was NOT fine, everything SUCKED!

"Uhh," Clown mumbled nervously, looking quickly between the empty paint can pile and his brother’s half painted body. "Well, glad I started with the front side…" He muttered to himself, stroking his chin thoughtfully. What would Wily do…?

"I guess it’s good enough like the way it is!" He decided, finding the weird gradient of black on the sides of him even kind of neat the longer he looked at it. "The front is the only part that really matters," He explained, casually picking out little bits of black that’d stuck to the white parts of his hair. "Nobody is even going to be looking at the back of you!"

[dwn052oncloudnine]

I'm on a boat...

(Cloud furiously fixed his tie, over and over again he had no need to do it though it look perfectly fine the first twelve times it was something to distract him from his nerves. He really did not get out as much as he should have, and instead of making the slow transition of meeting people, he was going to be bombarded by the sight of who knows how many robots in one night. Uhh hair, Cloud combed it with his hands, darn stray that would not stay down, he huffed at least he would have some company tonight. 

Speaking of company, and hoping none of his brothers would get in any trouble so he wouldn't have to play lifeboat tonight. Cloud kept a sharp eye for his date, urm well yes date was the correct word, it still felt odd to say. He drifted along the dock, glancing at the boat, it was quite the sight, he wasn't nervous about finding Frost though, the ice bot was eh, hard to miss)