Rogue Ladies (Lisa Snart, Shawna Baez, Black Siren, etc.): August 22nd - 28th

22nd. Bad girls have all the fun It’s so fun to be bad, right? The villainous ladies of the Flash certainly think so.

23rd. Broken and Remade Like superheroes, villains often have tragic backstories. Today’s focus is on what led the Rogue Ladies to the dark side.

24th. Free Day You know the drill, do what you want and have fun!

25th. Playing Hero Just because they’re villains doesn’t mean they don’t know how to save the day. Or at least pretend to.

26th. Fairy Tale AU Female villains are some of the most dangerous villains in fairy tales. What’s your take on the Rogue Ladies in a Fairy Tale AU?

27th. Femslash Sometimes it takes a lady to appreciate a Rogue Lady.

28th. What to do during a Crisis While the hero is off saving the world from the apocalypse just what are the Rogue ladies up to? Are they behind the end of the world scheme? Taking advantage of the chaos to get away with their own criminal activities? Secretly helping to save the day?

For Rogue Ladies Week please tag your posts #rogue ladies week, #flashladiesmonth, or @flashladiesmonth

Transformation

By popular consensus this day is now all about Killer Frost. How did she gain her powers? Meet Zoom? What’s her favorite part about being a meta-human?

Transformation

According to Killer Frost, she’d woken up the morning after the particle accelerator explosion on Earth 2 already ice cold, her hair already white, her eyes already blue. An overnight transformation, like so many of the metas that had been affected by it.

For Caitlin, it started much more slowly.

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The Inheritance

The Inheritance

Caitlin stood in the middle of the living room, hugging her elbows. “I don’t understand,” she said to the lawyer.

“Your great-aunt left you the house,” the lawyer repeated.

“Oh,” she said softly.

Rebecca Weiss had been a computer.

When she was little, Caitlin didn’t know that once upon a time, “computer” had been a job title. It was what the women were called - and they were women, in the vast majority - who used pen and paper and slide rule to supply (male) scientists with all the calculations for the atomic bomb, and later for NASA, among other projects.

But with a shaky grasp on history and a shakier grasp on the current state of technology, small Caitlin had firmly believed that her great-aunt was a robot.

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On the Homefront

A belated entry for Flash Ladies Month, Iris Week, Day 4 - Family

On the Homefront

Iris lowered her son into his crib, holding her breath. When she slid her hands out from under his pudgy little body, he scrunched up his face, and she froze.

But he unscrunched, turned his head to one side, and gave one of his baby snores.

She let out her breath.

Dawn, in the next crib, waved her fist for a moment, made a gurgly noise, and kept sleeping. The in-and-out of her little belly filled Iris with tenderness. And relief.

Finally, they were both asleep.

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Day 5 of Iris West week: Fairy Tale AU

I’m trying to get better at Photoshop so I tried to do a manip and well….. (the knight stuff is from a Merlin promo pic with Gwen and Arthur)

Today marks the beginning of Caitlin Snow week for Flash Ladies’ Month!

Today’s prompt is pre-canon.

for day 5 of @flashladiesmonth‘s Iris West Week: Fairy Tale AU

For The Flash Ladies Month, and the prompt Family .

Iris loves her life. All of it. She loves being a journalist. Loved working with the Flash. Loves loving the Flash. Her days were often chaotic and action packed. But if she were hones, the evenings were what she loved most.

Those special nights when the team would come over were some of her favourites. Of course she loved Joe, and Barry, and they were still her family. But her family had gotten a whole lot bigger than that now, and she felt at her best when they were all there. When Catlin was curled up in the armchair with her shoes off and her hair down, laughing freely. When Cisco was sitting on the floor, his back resting against the sofa, joking occasionally with that grin of his. Wally would usually drag in a bean bag, leaving the other armchair for Joe, and the two of them would throw light conversation back and forth. Barry would stretch out on the sofa, sometimes ruffling Cisco’s hair from his vantage point, and Iris would curl up into Barry’s side.

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in the shadow of the family tree

Clouds were moving fast past the moon as Iris leaned back and stared at the sky, bracing her weight on the heels of her hands. She’d carefully arranged her denim jacket between the grass and her butt, but her hands were pressing right into the cool, slightly damp earth. Next to her, Wally had done more or less the same thing, stretching out his flannel shirt on the ground before leaning back and resting on it, arms pillowed behind his head as he gazed at the moon and the trees.

“C’mon though,” Wally said after a long pause. “Tell me what it was like, growing up with him. Mom never talked about him much.”

This had been an unplanned stop on the walk home from Central City Drafthouse, where the West siblings had spent the evening bonding over the playoffs and a few too many beers. They’d just been walking by the fenced-off park when Iris had started laughing to herself, and explained to Wally how one summer as a kid she used to play t-ball at that park, until she’d begged to quit because it was so embarrassing how her dad would always argue with the coaches and referees. Wally had cracked up, and asked to see the park, but of course it was after hours and the gate in the fence was padlocked shut. Iris wasn’t sure whose idea it had been to climb the fence like wannabe rebellious teenagers, both laughing and shushing each other the whole time.

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