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kidhellion · 3 days ago
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ORTEGA SWEEP 2024
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quiddling · 10 months ago
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If your Sidestep was a worm, who would they trust to take care of them?
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it would be between argent and ortega methinks...i dont think wyatt would really 100% trust anyone truly but i guess hes a worm so he wouldnt be able to stop it from ortega looking after him
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grey-gravy-art · 1 year ago
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Ortega’s tits, what else can I say??
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b33tlejules · 7 months ago
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Ricardo Ortega
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dogueteeth-fhr · 9 months ago
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Come get y’all bread mortumtega enjoyers I finally remembered this piece existed in my procreate library
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outerjersey · 20 days ago
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And now you're doing it again.
But things will be different this time.
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ianthedebonair · 21 days ago
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Fake idgafer 🫵. He saw you meowing back at cats.
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calnexin · 9 months ago
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Rangers x no context House MD
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honeyglas · 9 months ago
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Home — a stretch of land nestled in the crook of his arms.
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bastardnoodle · 3 months ago
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knight ricardo for @kidhellion xoxo
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kidhellion · 20 days ago
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fallen hero but its a dating sim/visual novel
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fatalcn · 5 months ago
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grey-gravy-art · 1 year ago
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Is this going to be a thing? The three of them?
Can they really make this work? […]
No, he admits to himself. Not can. Will. There is no room for doubt. They will make this work, […] and it all starts with a good meal.
Help, I’m in love with the poly!Chen/Ric/Sides route
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quiddling · 10 months ago
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he’s a good listener
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dogueteeth-fhr · 1 year ago
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copper earrings
Just needed something to write between work since I'm struggling to concentrate.
Ricardo x Isa | Spice Level 1/5 | drabbleish
They close their eyes, and breathe.
He’s toying with their earrings again. Glimmering, shiny, orange-brown, makes-a-nice-clink-in-their-ears earrings, fingers wrapped around the soft metal, careful not to bend the thinner strands out of place. They’re terrible things, a little too flashy, a little too fancy for Isa’s comfort, even though they’re coals among diamonds in the street, just copper earrings with painted leaves among rose golds and sterling silvers inlaid with diamonds and gems. Terrible to wear on the job or in a fight, they rattle a little if Isa shifts their head to the side, and anyone with good sense could reach up and grab onto them and tear away what little remains of their mutilated ears. Or could they? What would break first, metal or skin and cartilage? It’s not a question they want to entertain, nor ever give the chance to find out.
But they’re nice. Here, in this strange little place, this hole in the world they’ve carved for themselves. Two creatures, person and not-quite. A safe little space for the both of them, where they can’t pretend that one of them is a villain and the other a hero on the edge, but they can coexist with it. Accept their fates, each other, their choices and indecisions. The softer parts in-between, like the copper earrings dangling from Isa’s ears, gifts from Ortega.
Gifts to Isa who is trying to work. They have files to go over. Encrypted ones, digitized and localized to a single, destroyable tablet they’ll reencrypt and send in a nice anonymous email to Rahim once they’ve understood every dirty little secret Alvarez’s latest goon has tried to hide. And Ortega’s not helping.
Sometimes they wonder if Ortega does or doesn’t know exactly what he does to them. If he’s the mind reader here. How distracted it gets them, when he plays with those little copper earrings before eventually wandering away to entertain himself with a sigh when they’ve ignored him for long enough.
Does he know that they can feel it? How the copper warms up with his heat?
It’s a beautiful, terrible metal. Conducive to electricity, to heat, and soft as hell, so easy to bend and fold if you hammer it hard or stretch it thin enough. Does he know how their mind goes blank a little, how their eyes glaze over a bit when he grasps the metal that pierces their ear, rubs it a little? How the heat of friction travels, warming up the whole thing, warming up their ear as if he was rubbing the flesh instead of the metal? How they want nothing more than to put down what they'd holding, close dry eyes and just melt into his touch for an hour or two before the anxiety comes back and they have to work again?
It’s a struggle to hide the signs. A struggle not to close their eyes, not to smile at his antics when he bats at the dangling portions, amused by the way they dance and clink. Keep the buried sighs, the aborted shivers hidden when he accidentally tugs the earring a bit, and something a little less innocent than warmth heats their spine. It’s all about pretense, always, always, always about never letting him know. If they give Ricardo an arm, he’ll take the whole torso and maybe the legs for souvenirs, and the worst part of it all is that they’d let him. Soft, bendable, hammerable, stretchable. Conducive and weak to his smile, the one that highlights the settling crow’s feet in his eyes, to the electricity that jolts through them when he looks at them in that certain way, the one they never thought they’d earn.
And with the way Isa struggles to keep their eyes glued to the tablet, keep their mind on the content, swallow their sigh as his palm grips the metal, trailing warmth, heat, into the shell of their ear before letting go, and they know they’ll be damned if he ever finds out how it affects them.
Then he bites their ear, a sharp inhale piercing Isa, electricity and heat like a flash-fever as his teeth tug on the metal, and they know that they were damned from the start.
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milkybishop · 1 year ago
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"- but with whom can you sit in water?"
and who can hop in the bath with you to make a show of not caring about your tattoos, and how can you not find it hard to hide your disdain at the attempt.
because either this is a trap you have blindly walked into again . . . or he really does love you and could have loved you all this time. and despite all that-
you cannot turn from the path that you are on.
#fallen hero#fhr#fallen hero: retribution#fallen hero: revelations#ricardo ortega#sidestep#chargestep#dion bishop#my art#ok i did not realise the revelations demo was out so teehee i haven't played it yet#i have such a clear image of elena’s farm. refurbed a bit and lots of colour. ortega put in the bars himself hence the new plaster#and dion having an en suite and like struggling so much with being unable to just run away. and that people(especially ortega) have seen hi#pre-reveal dion is cagey but he’s definitely softer with ortega cause there was that barrier and almost dream-like curtain that#dion could go ‘i can have this much#cause anything real will never happen’. and then everything is too real. and dion is just trying to have a bath and he’s trying not to#be repulsed by his own body and markings. and the fact he can’t just escape if he needs to.#and then ortega is barging in and kinda making a show of how not-bothered he is by dion’s markings which manages to annoy dion more#i think dion is more..caustic(?) during this time. at first. because he kinda can’t accept the reality that ortega is fine with it#and it’s very self-sabotagey. that curtain is gone and so that softness is too.#but of course ortega persists and starts getting to dion proper#^these are tags are from when i posted the very first sketch of this in like september skjdghdjk#AND ALSO so sos so so happy with how this came out#shouout to my friend anonbea who gave me sooooo many helpful tips with this piece#it's very ambitious for me and i got overwhelmed once or twice but IM JUST REALLY HAPPY#hope to keep this momentum up and do more interactive + bg pieces
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