#snapfics

Falst has doubts about his worth to the team. Getting kidnapped does not really help this. -- Falst knows he's the weak link of the group. The best he has is that he's ferin, and thats about it. He doesn't have any magic– no primordial gods possessing him, no starfire woven into his literal bones, no exploding into fire or lightning– he's just Falst. But these people need him, he owes them, and most importantly, they're his friends. So, regardless of his shortcomings, he refuses to let anything happen to them without forcing the threat to go through him first. -- title from Soap by The Oh Hellos

TKO just wants to be free. -- Even here, even in control, he's still trapped. Nobody sees him. He knows they don't. Their worry, their fear, their love, it isn't his. He's nothing to them. They don't want him here, and they're not going to stop fighting him until he's gone for good. No matter what he does— TKO is nothing but a villain in their eyes. Poor KO, overtaken by this evil, power-hungry thing. It's not going to stop, even if he beats them. If he tries, KO would stop him. He always does. He's still trapped. -- title from Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar

Vash, the fleet, is destroyed and their god stolen away. A new soul wakes up in a body that isn't his. -- "Who are you?" You ask, scooting back until you're pressed against the wall. The cot you're sitting on creaks, wobbling slightly under your weight. "Where am I?" The alien makes a low, quiet chitter, her antennae twitching towards you as she slowly approaches. "You're not from Vash's fleet. Were you with Her?" -- AKA i made a space au. yippee !

Alinua helps Kendal wash his hair for the first time. -- "You know, I've been wanting to do you hair for a while, actually." Alinua admits. "Really?" "I just thought it would be… nice, I suppose. You deserved a chance to relax, and I always enjoyed styling my hair whenever I got the rare chance to." "This is nice." Kendal says. "I'm glad you're here." -- title from machine love by jamie-p

Apo is starving. Legundo tries to help. --- "Apo?" Apo whips around. Legundo stares back at her, his expression unreadable. "Are you alright?" He asks, his voice deceptively steady. Apo can hear how his pace quickens. His heart pounds endlessly against his ribs, like a rabbit caught in a trap. It draws Apo in like a siren's call. Skin tears as Apo curls her hand into a fist. She digs her claws in as deep as she can manage, the pain keeping her grounded. This is the middle of town, she reminds herself. Keep it together. "Just— getting something to eat." She forces out. -- title from the garden by the crane wives

Mk knew it wouldn't be easy, recovering from… everything, but god, he wishes it was. He wishes he could just go back to the days where he didn't feel like glass, one bad day away from shattering violently against the pavement from the slightest nudge. He's tired of talking. Of crying, of being upset, of worrying his friends– he's tired of existing in general, really. -- title from ruin by the amazing devil

Dainix is having a rough night, and needs some comfort. He's usually better at dealing with these thoughts. He's better at calming himself down from the nightmares. He's better at wading through the writhing, suffocating emotions until they settle down again, but tonight— tonight is different. And Dainix is at least aware enough to know that, regardless how he feels, the first thing he should do is find someone to keep him company before he does something stupid.

Jagae Cookie gets sick, and for some reason, Manju Cookie is there to help. Jagae Cookie has no idea how to react to that. What happened to being rivals?? --- Normally, the hustle and bustle of a new port was a comforting thing. The familiar sounds of ship horns bellowing over the shouts of sailors, the cries of seagulls and the smell of salt and fish in the air… It's reminiscent of home, and always brought a swell of eager anticipation for all the new opportunities awaiting on shore. But not today. Today, Jagae Cookie would give anything to be anywhere but here. She grits her teeth as a sailor shouts directly in her ear, her headache bursting to life with new colors, digging its talons into the back of her skull deep enough that it surely cracks. But Jagae does not let her step falter— she has work to do, and she won't let a little headache stop her.