As much as this breaks my heart, I decided it is in my best interest if I leave the roleplay for the time being. 
This place was once a place of happiness for me, a place I could go when I was having a bad day. Now, logging on feels more like a burden than anything else. Getting to my replies looms over my head. I’m not happy with how things have changed recently, and I’m really sad to go. I’m sad to drop this character I’ve been working over a year to develop and I’m really sad to leave all of you.

I’ve been contemplating leaving for a while, because work has really taken up a lot more time than I had anticipated. That being said, the way things were done yesterday was the thing I needed to really realize it’s time for me to move on.

I wish you all the best of luck in the future, and I’d really like to stay in touch with you guys. My personal tumblr is superchaotickryptonite.tumblr.com and it’s always logged in on my phone so you can message me if you’d like.

Sister to the rescue

notpurple-violet:

Violet sighed, scritching the top of Cisco’s head. “Alright, what do you want to do?”

“Nothing.” Cisco muttered, burying his face deeper. “I just want to forget all this ever happened. Can’t I just go off the grid again and just not remember things? That’d be great.”

Fading Light {Cisco, Len, Lisa}

frost-master:

lisaisgolden:

frost-master:

Cisco was beginning to look pretty bad. Len hesitated a moment, not sure if trying to get Cisco’s attention would be better or worse. He waited a few seconds longer, but when the kid started to sway, he finally moved forward.

“Cisco. Hey. Come on, come out of it,” Len said, trying to ignore the growing worry that maybe Cisco would end up trapped like Lisa. He rested a hand on the younger man’s shoulder, then swore viciously as the kid slumped into his arms.

“Ok. I’ve got you. Shit…Cisco,” Len said as he half-carried, half-dragged him over to the reclining chair Len had been sleeping in when he stayed the night with Lisa. “Lisa, do you think he’s ok?” he asked as he dumped Cisco into the chair and tried to make him as comfortable as possible. He checked for a pulse, and tried to figure out if he needed to call Barry or Caitlin.

@fransciscoramon  @lisaisgolden

Panic raced through Lisa at the sight of Cisco unconscious in her brother’s arms.  He had pushed himself too hard.

This had happened because he was trying to help her.

It was with that realization, that she knew she could trust and believe Cisco. Looking at him know, all the anger she had felt toward him for weeks ebbed away, to be replaced with concern and care. 

At Lenny’s question, she grabbed the notebook off the floor and hurriedly wrote. “I don’t know. He looks pale! Is he breathing? He isn’t dead, is he? Please tell me he isn’t dead.” Such was her worry that her handwriting was almost illegible. She tapped the notebook on Lenny’s shoulder, letting him now she was communicating.

@frost-master, @fransciscoramon

Cisco’s pulse was somewhat erratic and weak, but it was already gaining strength. His breathing seemed labored but it too was evening out. Lisa tapped his shoulder with the notebook and he squinted at it. She was clearly agitated, if her writing was anything to go by.

“I think he will be ok. He probably just needs a bit of rest.” Len tried to sound more confident than he felt. Len adjusted Cisco a bit more on the chair, and put the recliner up so Cisco could be stretched out and leaned back. “There we go. He can be comfortable now.”

He checked Cisco’s pulse again and kept a close watch on the kid, waiting for him to start to recover. If it took too long, Len would call Barry…but he held off for just a little while longer.

The last thing Cisco remembers is Lisa telling him to let go of the vibe. He wasn’t ready yet, though! There were still so many questions to be asked and answered. About 15 minutes after Len had made him comfortable, Cisco began to come to. He cracked his eyes open to see Len sitting nearby, and Lisa’s body laying on the bed. “Damnit.” He muttered, trying to sit up. A wave of nausea rushed over him, and he practically fell back in the chair. “Len? What happened?”

Heroes Have Bills To Pay, Too.

taste-themace:

This was… heartbreaking. She had no idea that any of this had transpired. Why had he not come to her sooner? She may have been able to help him! Kendra was always the glass-half-full type. She pressed her lips together and hummed lightly beneath her breath, eyes averted to the table as she considered the best way to approach the situation. She would do so with honesty, of course; she would never – and could never – lie to Cisco. But she had also not endured the things he had endured. He’d been murdered in a previous timeline by someone he trusted, and he remembered it. That is a recipe for PTSD if she’d ever seen it. 

Rather than sit across from him, Kendra moved her chair closer in order to sit immediately beside him. She angled her body so that he had no choice but to look directly at her. She wanted him to know that she wasn’t scared, or disgusted or judgmental. She was concerned and empathetic. 

“What do you remember from when you went off the grid, Cisco?” she inquired, “What do you remember about what happened that night? Specifically. Not what you think you remember, or snippets… Exact memories.” 

“All I remember is finding a note my sister left for me, then everything is a blur until I left town, then I remember nothing until I was shot by Oliver with a Tranq arrow. That’s when he brought me into STAR Labs.” Cisco sighed, looking up at the woman briefly before averting his gaze again. “I do vibe though. Like, if I encountered someone while off the grid, and I touch them or have some sort of contact, I vibe what transpired between us. Most people are forgiving, but I don’t think they should be.”

enigmaticinventor:

“I’m Harrison Wells, from Earth-2 not the other one, if you knew him I’m not sure. But I’ve been working at Star labs for a little while, with Snow and Jay Garrick, they told me who you are, Cisco Ramon.” He was circling the perimeter of the building cautiously but wasn’t seeing anything out of place. “There was an alert back at the lab that someone might be out here, but it’s possible it was just wild animals. Have you noticed anything?”

“So it’s real then. I didn’t believe Jay when he told me. Well, I thought I heard him wrong.” He said, powering down his goggles and slipping them into his pocket. “I haven’t seen anything, no. It might have just been me, actually. I’ve been watching STAR Labs tonight. I had an inkling someone might be trying to break in.” 

Sister to the rescue

notpurple-violet:

“Hey, what was that?” Violet ignored her curiosity and urge to go retrieve the phone and find out what was on it and rubbed Cisco’s back. “Talk to me, Cisco.”

“Nothing.” Cisco sniffled. “It doesn’t matter. I just want to crawl in a hole and never climb out.” He kept his head buried in the pillow, just wishing for once he could just fall asleep without the fear of nightmares plaguing him. “I don’t want to talk.”

Sister to the rescue

notpurple-violet:

Violet ripped at a thumbnail. “I wonder how your dad and my mom got together. I mean, I don’t really want to know or think about it. But it’s just weird going back to Detroit and knowing that second piece of the puzzle is going to be weird. I dunno.”

“Who knows. I haven’t talked to him in ages.” He sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back into the pillows. His phone buzzed in his pocket just as he got comfortable and he pulled it out, seeing he had a text from Hartley. He read it, the last part of the message really hitting him hard. 

“I bet you hate rats too because you’re a heartless bastard so fuck you you rat hating closet casing pop culture fucj head I don’t need you I have friends evil ronnie is nice to me Bye”

Without saying a word, Cisco threw his phone towards the wall, just barely missing the doorway. He turned his head and buried it in the pillow, covering his whole body with the blanket he’d brought with him.

Sister to the rescue

notpurple-violet:

“I mean what city, Cisco.”

“Oh. My immediate family still resides in Central, but my Mom’s side of the family is dispersed around the Southeast side of Michgan. Mostly Detroit. I don’t know where Dad’s side of the family is from. We never really knew them. I think I remember a Christmas with them once, when I was really little.” Cisco sighed, rubbing his eyes again. “I remember a huge argument breaking out, and I never saw them again. Once and a while we’d get a birthday card, but that was extremely rare.”

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