#marshal charge

[dog-dayze-art]

Little meme for ric

[godshaper]

"mornin', sunshine. coffee?"

[alts here]

[groan-taire]

Julia Ortega past and present

[witchofthewild]

Ortega portrait from last night

[animaopen]

ao3//

Your son is home.

And he is tired.

It has been too many months since he’d last sat on your couch, but Ricardo doesn’t smile. Like the sun hidden behind the clouds, and he’s on his side, holding a pillow. No sounds as he cries, and you wring your hands. Fix a plate of food, quick as anything before. 

Ease him up, in your arms. When was the last time you had held him like this? When he had sobbed onto your shoulder? Ten, with nightmares? Sixteen with a broken heart? In his twenties, as the mods hurt his body and broke him, just a little. Took a part of him away in that accident that nothing could quite replace.

You don’t speak, because there’s a weight in your throat. One you’ve been holding onto, far too long. Waiting for this moment when Ricardo finally came home, hair a little too long, a little too much scruff. If you were anyone else, you might’ve said he smelt like he just rolled himself out of a gutter.

But you get him in the shower. Old clothes, far too soft. Left over from the one time that he had brought her home, to visit. This is my friend. Was. Another meal on the table, the other cold, wrapped, back in the fridge. You know he won’t eat, but you will be damned if you don’t try.

Get him in a chair. Scissors out, no bowl this time, you promise. At least he drinks the water, as you snip at the ends of his hair. Too long. Curls that fight your fingers and the scissors, far too like his father. 

That’s not the comparison you want. Ricardo isn’t like him. He’s too soft and vulnerable. Still crying, watching the television. Distracted but you know that look on his face. Watch the way his hair falls, meets the ground. A terrible thought, that has you. Sigh softly.

Let yourself cry.

[jpriest85-blog]

Despite being younger and less experienced than Marshal Charge, newbie vigilante Sidestep was often the more responsible hero.

Maryam: what are you doing Sparkles?!

Ortega: don't worry rookie I know what I'm doing.

(Cue several fires and explosions)

Maryam: you know that little voice that tells people to quit while they're ahead?

(points accusing finger at Ortega)

YOU DON'T HAVE ONE!

[kruk-art]

Awan was rather keen to pick a random fights back when he was a Vigilante but not yet a Sidestep. He hadn't really care if he was hurt in the process (think that pain can prove he is alive). That attitude drive Ortega mad every single time.

[dog-dayze-art]

If ur still doing the kisses one, 💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss for the ship of ur choice?

Been thinking a lot of Constantine thoughts lately so this one goes to him and Julia in sidestep days past flirting.

I swore to myself I’d be normal ab this… I failed 😂😂

Bonus;