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This is going to be our last full-length Snowbarry Week (dependent on interest, we have discussed the possibility of a smaller event next year) so please help make it a memorable one ❄️⚡
We're happy to say since there was enough interest, we'll be going ahead with running a Snowbarry Holidays event this December. ❄️🎁
Everyone who signs up will be assigned a day to create a Snowbarry fanwork for out of the 12 days the event runs, from December 13th to December 24th. The fanwork created doesn’t necessarily need to be Christmas-related, it can incorporate any holiday from that time of year or just seasonal fun. The event is open to many fanwork types (including but not limited to: fanfic, fanart, aesthetics, photo manips, fanvids, fanmixes) and to all the variations of Snowbarry too, like Flashfrost etc. People are also welcome to sign-up for more than 1 day if they like, the sign-up form has options for that. If we have more than 12 sign-ups we'll just have extra fanworks for some of the days.
Sign-ups are open until the end of October 30th - SIGN-UP HERE.
After sign-ups close, we'll work out the schedule based on the preferred dates everyone gives us, arranged so there's someone creating for every day, and we'll then email everyone their date(s).
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DCTV moodboards: Chemfrost AU - New Year’s Eve heist
I wanted to do a little something for Chemfrost for New Year’s to go with the moodboard....and then I accidentally wrote 1.8k for a heist, which is behind the read more. Unbetaed - I hope it makes sense and people enjoy.
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As the clock winds closer to midnight, The Chemist's arm winds around her waist, and she has to resist the urge to say something off script because she knows he won't appreciate the distraction on the job. Now's the time to play nice, if not a little naughty – though the kind of naughty they intend to be is rather different from this act they're putting on as they weave across the room towards a particular corridor. No one pays much heed to two drunken party-goers sneaking off to find a darkened corner with a normal enough bottle of champagne in hand. Of course, in the hands of The Chemist - with his arsenal of powders and liquids snuck in under the guise of her perfume atomizer and makeup compacts – it's not going to remain ordinary for too long.
Once they're out of sight of the main room, she flexes her fingers in anticipation of wielding her powers again finally. She's been itching to ice something all night, bored of pretending to be someone inconsequential so as to not stand out of the crowd. Having to hold all her impulses inside isn't so much her style, but it's his style and this is his plan. His plan that involves a lot of hands on work from both of them.
There's still the camera in the corner to deal with. He drops the bottle and she smirks at him as he pushes her up against the wall, bringing his face impossibly close, keeping up the pretense of two lovers. In reality, he's shielding the unnatural bright white of her eyes from the camera. His eyes are dark and he's breathing awfully fast as his body almost presses up against her for the ruse – he'd probably claim it's the adrenaline from the heist that has him amped up, nothing to do with her, but she's enjoying it nevertheless, as a possible taste of something they could revisit later on. He holds up one of her hands against the wall, and with the way he's angled, anyone viewing the footage might assume her other hand is held up on the other side. Instead, she reaches down to the side and threads the icy mist from her fingers into the nearby electrical socket. Just enough to short-circuit it and kill the lights and cameras that are foolishly on the same circuit breaker for this floor. The mark is paranoid enough to have a top-of-the-line vault installed, the kind that would have even Leonard Snart pausing for thought and possibly getting caught on a bad day, but that seems to have made him lax on other measures. They had the good sense to check for weapons and electronic devices before admitting anyone on the grounds, as well as for ready-made explosives, but not for the less usual constituent parts of what could be one and the same.
They don't have much time once the camera is out before someone investigates in person, hurrying down the corridor to one of the rooms above the back end of the vault. The Chemist counts out the steps from the door and then the contents of her purse are tipped out for him on the floor, with her holding up a burner phone as a torch for him to work by. She watches him set up the concoction of his and then collect up the items back into her purse. He stands back to a safe distance, one hand pushing her back with him though he doesn't look at her as he does so. He preps the champagne ready to pop the cork, shaking it a little. With his sleeve pulled back, his focus is pinpoint, eyes on his watch. Waiting for the clock to strike midnight and the fireworks to start. The perfect timing for the spray of champagne setting off a relatively small reaction to get a view into the vault. It won't be enough to break in in the usual way, but then again, they aren't aiming to steal most of the contents. There's just one thing in that vault of interest to The Chemist and it's certainly not the gold bars stacked high further across in the room below.
“Time to do your thing,” he says, moving away from the hole to give her room and allowing her to see the destroyed glass cabinet underneath the scene of the explosion. She spots their quarry quickly, building a dish of ice around the strange green crystal and then extending a solid column up beneath it to bring it within reach of her hand. She stows the rock rather conspicuously in her purse – if all goes to plan searching fleeing guests will seem the least of the security's problems.
Meanwhile, The Chemist has extracted from a fake topped lipstick the final piece to his meticulously planned puzzle of how to get away with this all. With his latex-gloved hands and a pair of eyelash curlers acting as tongs, he carefully holds the unremarkable-looking hunk of something at a distance. All business right now, he nods curtly to her and she dials up the single number in her phone.
“Belated Happy New Year, Ramon. ”
“It's about time, I'm so over this party.”
“You got about a minute to get in position.”
She ends the call abruptly and finds her accomplice staring at her inscrutably.
“I'll give you 30 seconds head start. You might want to brush yourself off first,” he says, indicating with his free hand to her dress that is less than pristine after the debris of his first science experiment. She shakes her hair free of the dust and gives the dress a once-over.
“What about you?” she asks.
He grins then, briefly, as if her concern is amusing. She doesn't usually have partners to keep track of so it's disconcerting to feel these things, and if she had the time she might try to explain it away so he doesn't get the wrong idea about their team-up.
“Don't worry about me, I'm fast. I could give The Flash a run for her money,” he says deadpan, and then turns back to the plan at hand, already reaching through the hole to drop the item into position.
She counts to 30 as she heads in the opposite direction to where they entered the floor, to avoid the complication of running into any security from that end if she can. She speed walks rather than sprints, hoping to look less conspicuous if company does turn up. The aim, as The Chemist kept reminding her all evening twitchily, was to not leave any hard and fast evidence behind – or witnesses of her powers to ID her. She wonders if he really is as fast as he thinks. Or as good at calculating the time they have before his clean-up strategy goes bang.
She lingers at the door at the end of the corridor, waiting until she sees The Chemist turn the final corner, running towards her. By the time he reaches her he's thoroughly out of breath and he yanks her through the doors, apparently forgetting she's not really in any danger given her healing abilities. Not to mention, there's plenty of distance already put between them and that mock chemical fuse of his - the rest of the champagne spiked with something a little more potent from her atomizer to combine explosively with the other mystery ingredient.
They stumble back into the party hand in hand, looking as disheveled as might be expected after a surreptitious rendezvous. She lets him pull her along with him into the throng of dancers and they end up jostled about by the crowd and pushed together much closer than they were earlier. She's close enough she can just about hear her partner counting under his breath, nearing the end of his countdown to the much bigger explosion to hide the evidence they were ever in that vault. And to Reverb's decidedly pricey accompanying wipe of the security data for the villa, that's as good as setting off an EMP, but without setting off any pesky scanners on the way in. Unfortunately for the attendees, there won't be many surviving digital mementos of the night's festivities, just the memories soon to be soured by their impromptu fireworks.
The Chemist's eyes are wider than normal as he tries to catch his breath next to her, and his gaze darts around as if he doesn't know where to look when he's faced with her in close quarters without any plan for the precious few seconds left. No one is looking at them right now, there's no real act to keep up except they can't flee before they have reason to. The combination of the explosion in the vault and Reverb's pulse rocks the building soon enough though, and people around them scream. But she's preoccupied at that precise moment with her lips pressed to those of the mastermind behind it; stealing his breath away and all his composure with it. When he gets his wits back about him, he kisses her back hungrily, ignoring the chaos around them. She gets lost in the feel of the heat of his body pressed up against her but the moment is over too soon. He breaks it off, but doesn't step back right away - he takes one final moment in her orbit to take her in, with a small smirk on his face. It's almost a smile, almost like he's gone soft on her.
“Happy New Year,” she says, unusually quietly, as if that alone explains why she kissed him. A nice neat excuse, when she shouldn't need one really because she does what she likes and she doesn't need to justify it. Except to herself.
“We better get out of here before they figure out what's happening.”
His facial expression changes swiftly to that of a faux panic and he pulls her along hurriedly to the least busy exit, acting the protective boyfriend. It's simply another part of the plan, and she hates to have to play a damsel in distress, but the heat where his hand holds hers isn't entirely unwelcome. Even if it's nothing close to the press of his body she already misses that she can more easily rationalize as pure lust. It isn't exactly necessary for him to keep up the hand holding as they get out into the gardens either, but she doesn't plan on saying anything and she doesn't care to examine why not.
Entry for the 2020 Snowbarry Spot April Minibang event @snowbarryspot , a fic/art collaboration exchange. Some of the themes used were healing, in the rain, hope springs eternal. As part of the art/fic exchange, the totally awesome @ttinycourageous created the really beautiful art cover piece above!
Story takes place during season 1, and into season 2 though things do deviate slightly from the show.
The title, lyrics used in the story, and a lot of the idea for the story comes from the song “Somewhere Only We Know” by Keane. At this point I have now listened to that song (and various other covers/versions of it) at least a billion times. Probably won’t be able to listen to it for a while, but it was well worth the inspiration and tone that it set for the story.
Summary:
There was a place just on the edge of Central City along where a little river ran that Barry always found himself when he was angry or upset or just needed time alone. It was a random spot, nothing extraordinary or special about it, but it was where he felt the most at peace. The most whole, the most complete. He had been going there ever since he was little, when his mother first brought him there on a sunny spring day. As the years go by, that spot becomes a sanctuary to him. And one day as an adult, he finds someone else there who becomes his whole world. Someone to share in that precious sanctuary.
Barry Allen, otherwise known as The Chemist, is pulling a heist but things become more complicated than they seem, especially when Killer Frost walks through the door.
Snowbarry Summer Lovin' 2019 hosted by @simplysnowbarry
Finish Your WIPs Challenge
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Earth 20
Location: Van Horn Industries
Time: 02:00
Click!
The tumbler lock of the filing cabinet sprang open revealing the files inside. Barry Allen, a thief more commonly known as The Chemist, stuffed his lock pick set back into his pocket before flicking on his pen light. Placing the small flashlight between his teeth to see as he began going through the folders for the information he was looking for. His gloved fingers skimming the tabs as his eyes searched for the right sequence of numbers.
Suddenly his ears picked up on a sound down the hall. Shutting off the light and pushing the drawer within a quarter of an inch of being closed he quickly ducked to hide beside the door frame. Pulling the laser gun from his belt and pointing it at the door, ready for whoever may come in and sneak up behind them if he had too.
A silhouette filled the entryway, his finger traced the trigger, ready to fire as he held his breath. Bracing as a foot crossed the threshold and the figure stepped inside, a figure he knew. Silvery curls that faded into blonde, blue eyes as vibrant as a glacier, pale skin, and curves so well defined by her black suit.
She turned her head and smirked at him, completely unphased by the gun pointed at her, “Hey handsome.”
“Frost,” He let out putting his weapon away, “I was wondering if I’d be seeing you.”
Snowbarry Week 2022 is now less than a month away, can you believe it? We’re so excited to kick this event off! 🎉
As a reminder, it starts on Monday November 7th and we have lots of prompts to pick from if you need some inspiration. For the full schedule, F.A.Q, and the prompts list, you can find them on our official announcement post.
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"chemfrost-domestic" or "aro ace yelena" for the WIP list?
aro ace yelena - I've had this on my list of moodboards to do since I saw Black Widow and Hawkeye in quick succession and then came across the discourse about Yelena Belova's sexuality when looking up stuff for the fandom. I know that the MCU version of Yelena hasn't had confirmation that's she's ace (and probably also aro) like the comics character but it sucks when ace rep is ignored, so I decided to headcanon her MCU version as both ace and aro too and I wanted to make a little something for that. It's very, very close to being done now, but I have a few fixes to do for it where Canva didn't quite do borders correctly.
chemfrost-domestic - I started this for the simplysnowbarry Spring event using the line “So... is this like a thing now?” With how chemfrost is as a pairing, usually it's all about the heists and other criminal jobs, one upmanship and banter. With this I was trying to do something a little unexpected and wanted to write about them reluctantly being soft with each other, though there's still banter and an element of competition. I got stuck on some technical issues, because I was fixated on getting CSI type stuff correct, but I probably just need to bang this out and not look back since it was only meant to be something short and semi-sweet.
