#FCG/Ashton

[pinkestpurple]

I still ship them, i think is me, in the three people i saw in ao3 in a door like rose from titanic

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles - 2022

Day 26 - Impulse

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Ashton & FCG (Modern Human AU)

Fresh Cut Grass sighed, pulling out the mini first aid kit he kept on his chair. Once upon a time, maybe back in their teenage years, they would have been horribly distressed to see a bruised and bleeding Ashton. These days though? It barely elicited more than a tired sigh.

After all, one eventually got used to Ashton’s impulsive nature and his seemingly unending desire to scrap.

“Come on, let's get you down on the ground…”

Ashton grunted, sliding down the wall and effectively blocking their front door. Not that they were expecting anyone to use it anytime soon. Milo and Anni were two hours away at the latter’s violin recital (she'd only been allowed one guest, Ashton loathed to sit still and be quiet for so long and the venue wasn't really wheelchair accessible, so Milo it was), and no one else really visited them.

Well, besides Gramps Eshteross, but the old man had been dragged a city away by his eccentric friend Bertrand and wasn't expected to be back for at least a week.

So… just the two of them it was.

“What was the fight over this time?”

Not that Ashton usually needed much of a reason to tussle. His partner would throw fists over a bad anime opinion if people were open to it. As rough and tumble as Ashton was they hardly ever threw the first punch.

“Some dick at th’ bar was bein’ a transphobic assfuck… So I showed him just what a ‘gender confused little child’ could fuckin’ do!”

Well, at least today's fight was fairly justified then. One couldn't usually speak kindness into a transphobe, as Fresh Cut Grass had sadly learned themself.

Carefully, they pulled themself from his wheelchair, wincing a little as they did. Sadly the pain in their legs never truly went away, and improper transfers out of his chair always tended to hurt.

Still, Ashton was worth the pain and proper medical care couldn't really be done from their chair. At least not while Ashton was drunk and slumped on the floor.

“... You okay, Grass?”

Silly how Ashton was the one looking so concerned when THEY were the one bleeding.

“Thank you for the concern, but I'm fine! You know getting down here hurts a bit, but it's nothing I can't handle! Now, can you show me your arm please?”

Fresh Cut Grass watched as their purple haired compatriot held out his arm, the nasty gash now much easier for their bespectacled gaze to see. It certainly LOOKED bad, but everything looked bad caked in blood. A few wet wipes and a dash of detol later and the wound looked… manageable. Any deeper and they imagined it would need stitches. Luckily for them, it didn't and Fresh Cut Grass was instead able to dress the wound easily enough.

Each little scrape and cut was tended to, cleaned and dressed where needed with colorful, smiley face bandaids.

“There! All cleaned up! You're definitely going to hurt in the morning though… more than usual, I mean. I'll get your electric blanket going to help detense your muscles. And please take the painkillers I bring you? I know you think you don't need them after the adrenaline of a fight but Morning Ashton will thank you and it'll help me sleep a lot better!”

Honestly they’d sleep best if their beloved partner didn't wander off at least once a week to go get smashed… along with getting their face smashed in. But by now they knew better than to fight Ashton on it. It was better to be ready at home, to patch them up afterwards and hold him if everything got to be too much.

Still, that impulse to grab them by the hand, to beg him to stay home and away from all that was almost too much for Fresh Cut Grass to bear some nights. They loathed seeing Ashton so beat up, the scent of blood and booze that clung to them was enough to turn his stomach.

None of that was voiced though.

Instead, Fresh Cut Grass forced himself up, gritting their teeth to keep themself from crying out as they took a few terribly painful, shaky and uneven steps back to their chair.

“... You're too good for me, Grass… You all fuckin’ are…” Ashton slurred.

“You know that's not true, Ash,” Fresh Cut Grass whispered in turn, already wheeling away from the one he loved so. “Just try and stay awake for now, okay? I'll be back in a few minutes!”

They wheeled themself away, heart heavy as they did. And perhaps, this time, it was more than a bit obvious as Ashton watched them go with a heavy frown… and a glimmer of resolve in their eye.

A silent promise to do better. To be better. For themself and the people they loved.

[floweroflaurelin]

How do you want to do this?

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Goodbye, Faithful Caregiver.

[yudol-skorbi]

smoke break from saving the world

[rann-poisoncage]

some cr art I never posted here apparently ^o^;

[anaviarts]

Episode 1 sketches, the adventure begins...✨

[loserwithanartacc]

Hiii I’ve discovered that the reason my posts where doing badly is actually entirely my fault bc I had the wrong setting on because I have some problems reading lol(atleast I’m hoping that’s the case and this solves the problem)

i deleted the previous post and I’m posting it again. sorry if you had already seen it, I’m not trying to spam ):

This piece took me a long time (30h no joke) but I’m very happy with it, probably gonna do some more Lino after this bc atm I’m tired of digital art lol, but I’ve been needing to finish the Lino series anyway so it works :D

Edit: holy shit it worked, mad at myself for not figuring that out sooner lmao

[its-your-mind]

Bells Hells as textposts 2/???

[calenthee]

all together! so fun seeing them as a set

[maesonc-artistic-adventures]

Dear Matt: what the fuck, man?

[zhellers]

Long rest

now as a print

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles - 2022

Day 8 - Truculent

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Ashton/FCG

Anger.

It wasn't like the emotion was entirely foreign to Fresh Cut Grass. He understood it well enough. When injustices happened, when one insulted you or something you liked, when you were hurt by others… anger was the result.

Well, at least it was for most people.

Ashton certainly seemed in tune with it!

The barbarian was basically fuelled by rage, breathed it as easy as most did air. It came easy to them, and FCG had to admit, they were a tad jealous.

To be so in tune with one’s inner aggression, it sounded delightfully freeing! He desperately wished to have his inner strength, the power to scream in the faces of those who wronged them. To wheel right up to Jiana Hexum and call her… her… well, as might say, a ‘dumb bitch’.

Not that THEY would ever say that! They couldn't even honestly think it.

Dear god was it frustrating.

“You right there, Letters?”

FCG’s head snapped up, finding Ashton mere inches away from him. Funny how someone so tall and heavy could sneak up on them like that! Or could be so sneaky in general. It was something they envied as well.

“Sorry Ashton! Seems I’m a little lost in my head today,” FCG replied with a weak laugh, earning a slight quirk of a frown in turn. Had he worried them?

“What's eating at you? There somebody I gotta punch? ‘Cause you know I’ll fuck anybody up REAL bad that's upset ya.”

There it was again, that truculent spirit of Ashton’s.

Always eager and quick to fight, a shining beacon of aggressive defiance.

He really ought to have their picture painted and placed in every dictionary right next to the word.

To have even a fraction of that burning, that passionate spirit…

“I know you would, and I'm real grateful for your kindness. It means a whole lot to me that you're willing to fight for me. But, well, this… You can't fight this. Unless you want to punch me in the head?” FCG paused, cocking his head to the side. “Maybe don't though, please. You're real strong, and this body is pretty old. I think you’d do a lotta damage and I don't wanna make Milo have to fix me up agai-”

“Fuckin’ woah there,” Ashton leant down, now eye level with him. A jade hand dropped down on his shoulder, the simple weight of it relaxing in and of itself. With it being Ashton’s, that calming effect was doubled. His touch was always so gentle with FCG, like they were precious and soft and… and alive as any other flesh and blood person.

If they had a heart it may have skipped a beat.

“Sorry…"

“No sorries, Letters. Just don't want you working your ass into a panic. I got you, okay?”

“I don't have an ass.”

“Haha. Hilarious.”

Ashton rolled his eyes, yet even with that he was unable to keep the affection they felt for the little automaton from glimmering bright.

“I… I guess I was just thinking about anger, and how hard it is for me to really reach it. You know, when I'm all normal like. Maybe if I could express it as wonderfully as you do, I wouldn't snap anymore!”

“Huh.”

A beat of silence passed, and FCG wondered if he should apologize once more.

“Maybe I could teach you to let loose. To release the beast and fuck shit up.”

“Really? You wouldn't mind? I don't know how good at it I’d be and I'd hate to frustrate yo-”

“Shut up, Grass. Quit acting like you're a fucking burden! You're… fuck, you're gonna make me say it, aren't you?” Ashton groaned, the sound only growing louder as FCG stared on in confusion. “Fine!! You're my best friend, okay? You mean more to me than anyone in this gods forsaken world! So quit shit-talking yourself so we can go beat on some trees.”

If Fresh Cut Grass could smile, they’d be positively beaming right now.

“That was so kind of you to say, Ashton!” they chirped, oblivious to the way Ashton’s face started to heat up. “You’re my best friend too! You’ve been my favorite person since the day I met ya!”

“Yeah yeah, no need to get so mushy now…” Ashton muttered, in what FCG might have thought was embarrassment. “You're makin’ this sound like some kinda cheesy ass love confession.”

“But I do love you?”

Oh. They hadn't known that Ashton's face could go so dark! That was a lot of blood rushing to one place… how concerning.

“Fuck, Letters, you can't just say shit like that!”

“Why not? It's true! I love you very much. Is…” FCG quietened, his voice now almost meak in nature. “Is it because of what I am? Is it wrong for someone like me to love someone like you? Someone more… more alive?”

That made sense. No one would want to be loved by someone like themself. Someone so cold and rigid and impossible to-

Before that thought could even be finished, Fresh Cut Grass found themselves pulled tight into Ashton’s embrace, and with it they found their insecurities crushed.

“Fuck that! You're just as alive as I am, okay? Don't give me that bullshit. You're fucking incredible, Letters. I was just being a little bitch over all the affection and the… I haven't had someone say that in a long ass time. It just- It threw me off guard. You aren't wrong to love me. You just have shit taste.”

“... I don't have any taste. I can't taste anything.”

“You know what I meant, you little shit.”

FCG laughed weakly, clinging to the genasi with surprisingly shaky hands. Gosh, how had everything gotten so out of hand?

“So it's… it's okay then? For me to love you?”

Ashton dropped his head, lips coming to lay the sweetest of kisses right to their forehead.

“Fuck yeah. The feeling’s mutual, just so you know. Still think you have shit taste, but hey, who am I to judge?”

Mutual.

The same.

A feeling returned.

Perhaps it wasn't so bad to be lacking in rage when they could feel a joy, a love so pure, as strongly as this.

Ashton could keep the rage.

They’d champion love instead.

[vethbrenatto]

You are were the best of us. Sleep well.

Bonus Matt:

[arclundarchivist]

Lady Fearne Calloway, Fey Scion of the Ancient Flame

Laudna, Veil-Mistress of the Shadow Tree

Ashton the Reforged, Hammer of Paradox

Chetney Pock O’pea, High Hunter and Lupine Paragon

Dorian Storm, Master Muse and Scion of the Wind

Imogen Temult, Exultant Hope of the Red Storm

Orym of the Air Ashari, Savior Blade of the Tempest

Braius Doomseed, Nascent Might of the Platinum’s Call

[arcaneworms]

a collection of CR memes - pt. 1

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Campaign 3 Episode 102: Reconciliation