I have a few things queued, they’ll go out tomorrow (today) sometime.
I’m having a hard time getting back into my muses after my hiatus, and even without that I feel like I’m grasping at nothing when it comes to threads and starters.
Please, message me or send in an ask and let’s get a thread going!
“I’m fine I’m used to no sleep” She said not wanting him to worry but he was right. The last time she got any real sleep was well its been a while maybe before the zoom thing. But now she’s got added pressure of frost and a speed god running around the city.
She felt so drained she wasn’t even paying attention to the chemicals as she was about to poor two that explode when mixed together.
“I know what that’s like,” Cisco sighed. “Haven’t gotten much sleep since, well, you know.” He looked up at the woman just seconds before she poured the chemicals. He gently touched her wrist. “Cait, careful!”
Cisco took the beakers from the woman and set them aside. “How about we call it a day and go back to my place and crash, hmm? I think sleep is more important than work right now.”
I recently binge watched all of Once Upon a Time, and I felt inspired to open a new blog, It can be foundhere.
I’d like to get the URL out there for other OUAT muses, but there is a verse where she crosses realms, and she can cross into DC-verses, Marvel-verses, or whatever really!
Mick frowns, he had heard something going on behind the scenes with the nerd squad, Lisa had commented that something was going on when she was ‘keeping an eye’ on Cisco and the others.
“What happened?” he asks carefully, he didn’t want to upset him or make him feel like crap about it all but he knew it usually helped to talk about things, all the shrinks he had to see when he was kid made that point clear.
“I got bored at the safe house” he shrugs “Rogues were annoying me so I needed to get out of there”
The music stopped, and Cisco’s heart started beating faster. “To my brother? He died not too long ago.” He turned his attention to the strings, running his fingers up and down them to avoid eye contact with the other.
“Keep playing” Mick huffs out slightly annoyed that he had stopped, he knew music is probably going to help calm the Latino down a bit but he shouldn’t keep any of the feelings he had bottled up because it would make everything worse when it did blow up.
“Loss is hard, whether or not you got on doesn’t matter”
Cisco’s fingers quickly found the fingerpicking pattern for the song once more, and he let out a sigh. He was silent as he watched his fingers brush across the strings. His mind was racing, there was so many ways he could’ve saved his brother, but he didn’t. Cisco reflected on what the other had just said, and he knew he needed to go on. For Dante.
Leonard gave a kurt nod as the younger man gave in to his suggestion && decided on his usual order. He’s memorized it by now, probably would’ve made it before the other even made it to his counter if he wanted to but he’d decided to wait && see if that’s what he was going to order. As soon as the other pulled out his debit card, the older man raised his palm straight up in a stop. “Don’t bother. It’s on me.”
This was something he usually did at least once a day. Find a sad sap && pay for their drink. The expression on their faces were priceless. All the other employees had the option to do this, however Len was the only one who did it. Technically, he didn’t even need to work for money. His side job usually pays the bills. This was practically just a hobby to him. He loved making coffee && it kept him busy during the day. He’d be restless, otherwise.
“Wait, really?” Cisco paused, not about to say no to free coffee. He grabbed a few ones from his wallet and stuffed them in the tip jar. “Thanks, man. It means a lot.”
Cisco’s demeanor didn’t change at all. He was so upset that his friends didn’t show. “So what’s your name? I’d like to know yours if you know mine.”
He nodded lightly in confirmation. Not like he was lying. Wouldn’t that be amusing, though. The next second && there was a challenging glint in his eye the moment the kid gave his thanks. The couple of bills dropped into his tip jar was definately surprising but he gave an appreciative smile at the action. Not many people did that but there were a couple rays of sunshine who did. He supposes Cisco was one of them. Tilting his head slightly down, he quipped smartly, “I can imagine.”
A question then was made of him && it was going to be a long shift for him, so he obliged the younger man. At first he gave a slightly dumb expression. Then he looked down at the nametag on his shirt. Then looked back up at the kid who apparently wasn’t all that perceptive. Pointing at the metal nametag pinned to his shirt, he expressed, “Says right here. ‘Leonard.’ ”
“Oh right. Sorry. I totally didn’t see your name tag.” Cisco stated, his fingers absentmindedly playing with a string on his sweatshirt.
It seemed to be one thing after another for Cisco these days. College classmates hated him, parents didn’t seem to want him around, coworkers blew him off. He was beginning to lose what helped him roll out of bed each morning.
Cisco backup