#fhr ricardo ortega

[quiddling]

If your Sidestep was a worm, who would they trust to take care of them?

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

[grey-gravy-art]

Ortega’s tits, what else can I say??

[b33tlejules]

Ricardo Ortega

[dogueteeth-fhr]

Come get y’all bread mortumtega enjoyers I finally remembered this piece existed in my procreate library

[outerjersey]

And now you're doing it again.

But things will be different this time.

[unicornconnor]

🌼or🌹 ?

[astrovvitches]

ortega....

[calnexin]

Fake FH Revelations poster in the style of Blade Runner 2049

For reasons 🥴

[bastardnoodle]

zesty ortega drawing i did for @kidhellion a little while ago

[ianthedebonair]

Ortega in Andrew Garfield's green gucci suit. I repeat: Ortega in Andrew Garfield's green gucci suit.

[grey-gravy-art]

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.

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Help, I’m in love with the poly!Chen/Ric/Sides route

[honeyglas]

Happy belated new years 🦤❤️

Version without logo below!

[dogueteeth-fhr]

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.

[verocities]

sidestep-era arden..

[crowshuh]

your own personal jesus.

[unicornconnor]

BABE ORTEGA