#nudge and robit

[masterqwertster]

6 and 13 for touch prompts with Ashton and fcg?

You know what? Let's have another Bells Howls AU ficlet. 6 Patting the other's head 13 Nudging the other one

FCG supposes most folk are right to find Ashton's wolf form frightening.

When the genasi transforms, they're just a few inches shy of seven feet tall on two legs. Their shoulders are nearly twice as wide as the average human's. And, aside from the amethyst ruff that guards their neck and throat, the crystals at the tip of their tail, Ashton is still the same marbled jade stone, just with subtle texturing like fur. There is no real floof to make them look bigger, to hide their thick musculature. Ashton simply is big when wolfed out, the strength of their form on full display.

So most people would be scared witless to see six or seven hundred pounds of stone werewolf barreling towards them. Especially when they're small-folk.

But FCG isn't scared.

Ashton's lope is a thunderous affair. The impact of his weight against the ground simply loud as he furiously rushes towards the automaton.

FCG isn't scared at all.

What most would call a monster of stone pulls up short of the small robit. Claws dig into earth, their spine arches and curves to bleed the momentum, bringing the genasi to a stop so that their nose just nudges against FCG's chest plate.

Which is much better than the first few times when Ashton accidentally bowled them over. Milo had been quite cross with him over the repairs needed from having that much weight slamming into FCG at speed, while Ashton had been quite apologetic over the whole thing himself.

Anyways, good work deserved praise!

So FCG gently ruffles stone ears, mindful of the glass tucked around the left ear and all the golden cracks, but sure to pet with the heavier pressure Ashton prefers.

"That was great! I didn't think you were gonna catch that one before it hit the ground with that delayed start," they praise.

Ashton leans into FCG's petting a bit (too much leaning and they'd tip themself over since FCG can't hold their weight up), letting the bolt they'd fetched drop to the ground, lightly covered in drool (but less than what the others would leave it with).

"It was close," Ashton murmurs, eyes closed and nuzzling into FCG's hands.

"That's part of what makes it great," FCG assures him.

All of their werewolf friends can run fast, a speed FCG can't hope to match. There's a wild beauty to their speed and power. It's part of why they love to watch their friends in motion. And Ashton is fastest of them all, able to easily outpace the others despite his heavy weight. What isn't great about that?

"Flatterer," Ashton says, nose poking between their ocular units before he stands upright, stretching.

"Ready to go home?" FCG asks, picking up their bolt and tucking it away.

"Yeah," Ashton replies, doing one last stretch before his form shrinks back down to plain-old genasi. "Thanks for this, by the way. I needed the run."

"You're welcome!" FCG chirps, happily rolling along the path home.

[lessthanimpressedlesbian]

Irreplaceable

“Are you sure you… want me there?”

Imogen’s eyes widen in shock, dread and anxiety simmering in her stomach. “What do you mean?”

She watches as Laudna looks between herself and FCG, her discomfort evident even to the robit healer. Imogen mentally asks Letters to give them some space, nodding when they tell her they’ll be right outside the door, just in case. 

Once they’re alone, Imogen sits next to Laudna on the bed. She nudges the other woman with her shoulder, silently asking Laudna to continue. 

Laudna refuses to meet her eyes, instead fidgeting with her hair and glancing at the relatively barren room. Fondness tugs at Imogen’s heart at the sight. 

“Well, you know,” Laudna stutters out, her hands even more expressive than usual. “I just don’t know if I’m really the person you want helping you with your dreams, anymore.” Her hands drop to her lap, wringing together as the rest of her body tenses and curls in on itself. 

Imogen grabs one of Laudna’s hands, pulling it to her chest. “Why wouldn’t you be, honey?”

Laudna swallows hard, her eyes panicking as she struggles to get the physical words out. Imogen gently opens their connection, mentally encouraging her to send through whatever thoughts she can’t quite make into words. 

Well, she says hesitantly. Letters was with you in this last nightmare— which I’m very curious to know how— and I know they wrote in my notebook after your nightmare in Bassuras. Laudna tenses, looking ready to pull her hand from Imogen’s grasp. 

Imogen’s heart stutters, regret leaving a bitter taste in the back of her throat. “Oh honey,” she whispers before pulling Laudna into her, wrapping her arms around the other woman as tightly as she dares. “There’s no one else I’d rather have with me than you.” She speaks the words directly in Laudna’s ear, wanting her to hear the weight of them. Imogen pulls back slightly, one hand reaching to cup Laudna’s face and tilt it until she looks once more into Imogen’s eyes. 

“Letters has been casting this spell every night that lets him come into my dreams.” She gently brushes her thumb across Laudna’s cheek. “And I’m so sorry about the journal. I didn’t realize how stupid and selfish I was bein’, and I hope you can forgive me for that.” Imogen looks down in shame, memories of their falling out coming to mind. She shakes them away when Laudna rests a hand on her arm, squeezing lightly. 

You had every right to be upset with me, Laudna thinks clearly, her eyes shining with unshed tears. But I forgive you for the journal. I know it’s difficult for you to write after them. From through their connection, Imogen sees herself gasping awake, her hands shaking so badly she can’t even hold the cup of water Laudna always brings to her. 

Imogen nods, shame still licking at the bottom of her stomach. She lowers her hand from Laudna’s face, instead resting on her shoulder, her fingers playing with some wayward strands of hair. Her dearest friend looks back, her eyes unfocusing for a bit as she gets lost in thought. 

Why was Letters casting that spell every night? How long has that been going on? Laudna chews on her lip, her shoulders curling in again, though perhaps not as much as before. Imogen nealy balks at the question, only steadying herself when she feels the insecurity pulsing through their shared bond. 

 “Just the last few days,” Imogen assures, licking her lips. “I couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping after you- died.” Imogen chokes on the word before swallowing back a sob. “I didn’t wanna be alone if I ever saw you walkin’ into that storm.” Flashes of Laudna laid out on the sandy street— black ichor pouring out from the gaping wound in her chest— escape through the connection, taking with it all the anguish and fear and loss that Imogen never wants to feel again. 

Laudna recoils, her eyes widening in surprise and sorrow. Darling, I’m so sorry. 

Imogen raises a hand, stopping whatever else Laudna wants to say. “Don’t,” she whispers. “I never wanna lose you again, but I don’t think I can talk about that right now.”

Laudna nods, her lips pulling down in a deep frown. Imogen grabs one of Laudna’s hands again, bringing it up to her lips to press a soft kiss against her knuckles. 

“I want you with me in my dreams, honey,” Imogen whispers. “I really do. But I don’t wanna put that on you right now.” She blinks away a few tears. “We just got you back. I don’t want you dealing with my shit after everything Delilah put you through.” Imogen smiles bitterly into Laudna’s hand, finding some modicum of relief from the familiar coolness she almost lost forever. 

The other woman takes Imogen in, her eyes tracing over every feature and leaving Imogen feeling like an exposed nerve. 

While I appreciate the concern, Laudna sends through their connection. I don’t want you to go through this alone, and I don’t particularly like feeling… replaced.

Imogen’s eyes go wide with shock, another crack forming in her heart at the despair she feels, both on her own and through their mental link. “Laudna, no one could ever replace you,” she nearly laughs out, her voice wet with tears. She drops Laudna’s hand, reaching once more to cup the other woman’s face. “You’re my person. Who else’ll bring me water or put on puppet shows for me?” 

Laudna’s body finally relaxes, leaning her cheek into Imogen’s warm palm before turning to kiss it briefly. Tears stream down her face, though Imogen knows these aren’t borne from pain or fear. 

“I love you,” she whispers into Imogen’s palm, her lips smiling against Imogen’s skin. 

Imogen practically beams, pulling Laudna in until their foreheads rest together. “I love you too,” she whispers. “Always.”

[welcometomybraincomics]

Station 7 Maul and Geode

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard them talk to each other.”

“They have a weird power play.”

Geode weighs down Maul with his weight, Maul jabs him in the gut with his elbow. Geode bites down on Maul’s neck, Maul grabs him by the shoulders and throws him to the ground.

“If they don’t feel like retaliating against the other, they’re not the boss for the day.” (If Maul stooped retaliating, Geode would probably hang on him for the rest of the day, if Geode gave up, Maul would get to push him around (physically guide him places and nonverbally encourage him do stuff) and push off his physical attention)

Maul puts his weight on Geode, but Geode isn’t in the mood to play, so he jabs Maul hard in the stomach, turns around, grabs him, and slams him hard into the ground, scowling and seething with rage. Maul looks up at him sedately from the floor, gets up, walks away, and doesn’t interact with Geode for the rest of the day. He can see that Geode needs his space, so he’s giving it.

Geode comes to Maul’s room late in the night. Their cells have no doors, just an open doorways leading to the forever lit hallway. Geode stands in the doorway, blocking the light. Maul looks up from his bed, noticing the shadow cast from the doorway, and sees Geode. They stare at each other a moment, then Maul lifts up the covers at his side, exposing his stomach as he sleeps with his back facing the wall. Geode trots up and slides into the space, settling his front against Maul’s abdomen. Maul puts the blankets back down and goes back to sleep. If Maul hadn’t offered the blankets, Geode would have left.

Geode came to Maul for comfort. Maul came to Geode for tranquility. When the neighbors were fighting or someone started screaming in their sleep, Maul would take his pillow and blanket and go to Geode’s room. He would rap a knuckle on the inside of the doorframe and Geode would look blearily up at the door from his curled position facing the wall. Recognizing Maul, Geode, the more accommodating mech, would scoot over to leave the larger mech with more room where Maul would them put his pillow down beside Geode’s, wrap his blanket around himself, and face the opposite direction, the outside of the bed, so the two laid like wrapped burritos. Geode understands that these are not times of comfort and companionship, but instead of tranquility and isolation and tries not to crowd too much.

The guards who wake everyone up in the morning have come to expect this arrangement so questions go no further than “Why haven’t they just moved into the same room already?”

“They have a peculiar relationship. Not quite friends, but not quite enemies in my opinion. Really though, trying to quantify any relationship here at Station 7 is like trying to herd cats: don’t even try.”

Maul and Geode have long since removed their badges. “They are a remnant of our old life. We do not need them. They are inconsequential. They may have been dear to us once, but we are those people no longer.” Preserving the badges also gets in the way of repair jobs, so it’s not just for lack of sentimentality, but also practicality.

When one thinks the other is going too far with something, they squint their eyes slightly and stare or give them a nudge when the other is not looking at them. Otherwise, they stand back or beside the other and let them do their thing or even join in

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For a little more context look at Robits, The Epic Train Wreck Dumpsterfire of a Transformers sidestory AU

[cadenzarose]

I finished my art class ages ago, but I only recently finished up my final project! irl this is a mini-zine, so you can print it out on a 8.5x11 piece of paper and fold it up into a little booklet. It was fun to work with these characters!

[mindsmelded]

     trust me i love my non-tumblr rp friends but i can only take so much ‘subtle’ nudging for me to reply to a thread that i barely have any muse for (and have explicitly said i am not feeling up to it as strongly)