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Hetalia: -has hundreds of years of happy, simple history between characters to use-
Me: -picks the most complicated wreckage of history between two characters to write about-
You figured out how to draw Jevil consistently? ... PLEASE TEACH ME YO U R W A Y S BECAUSE I SURE AS HELL CAN'T
buddy if it took me this fucking long to figure it out then i sure as hell i aint teachin shit without sounding like a broken man
a short story? why yes enjoy!!!
“You kill me...and you kill all my alternates....is that what you want?”
The Heartless stared down viciously at her Other Half. She was angry!
Angry that she would just forget about her like that!
She got what she wanted, the Heartless now wanted what she craved!
Her body back.
But that jewel was in the way.
“That...ruby is the only thing, keeping me in this world...Master Yen Sid....told me so....after you left me Blackheart. But you destroy it, you kill innocent souls like Seven over there......” Cloudy blue eyes drifted to the somewhat injured robot, eyes settled on the black mass looming over her friend.
Sure an arm were missing but if Direheart did not get slain right now, Seven could repair herself.
“Is that what you want...monster?”
Gold eyes flashed.
“I A M NOT A mONSTER!!!!!!!” The voice was not even remotely human sounding anymore, like nails against a grindstone or razors getting chopped up in a blender.
“Yes you are. You are a part of me. You could get what you want....and send me off and take my body....”
Gold eyes stared back.
“But you’d be, once again, harming innocents that share my name just because of me. That is not...fair is it? Not fair to those who want families? Who want basic womanly needs as any? Selfish you are....”
The cracks were getting worse.
“I’LL ShOW yOU SeLFISH!!!!!”
Blackheart screeched, raising a clawed hand to strike her other half down when she felt something slip through the black mass that was her body.
Looking down she found...a blade through her chest. It wasn’t a Keyblade no but...it was a similar make.
Craning her head, animal-like snarl on her face, her eyes widened when she saw who was the one responsible.
“YoU???? THAT BLOODY RoBOT? hOW dArE Y O U ??????”
It seems Seven had made her own Blade, her right arm didn’t just have her hand. Her creator built a blade in there which was used for combat.
It seems she made modifications for this situation.
“You are just a speck on my radar. I have bigger things to deal with then you. I have my people to save. I will not let you be responsible for the death of myself and others” The look in Seven’s eyes.
They were different from her usually happy go lucky persona.
Blackheart hissed, purple like sludge spilled from the open wound.
“COWARD! YOU ATTACK ME FROM BEHIND?” The voice seemed more normal now, Seven shook her head.
“You are the coward. I am not just a Doctor or a Scientist. I am a Maverick Hunter. While you are not of my kind, you are a virus that needs to be destroyed. And I shall see to it myself.”
The black mass laughed.
“As IF your BLADE would WORK! IT is nOT-” she was cut off when it dug further upward.
“Not of Keyblade make? That is where you are wrong Heartless. Or shall I say Subject 405: Blackheart. I have a mental note of every Heartless I have ever studied. You are the most intriguing” Seven said, lifting her arm, keeping the blade still.
“However you are a danger and a threat to my own survival and those I have met in the past. Others like me who just want to do their best for the people they love” Even without her other arm she still managed to keep the Heartless in place, the purple sludge was forming around the Reploids feet.
“I studied the Blades and fashioned my own. I knew you would come back. To torment. Unlike Vanitas however-” Her eyes flared open and with all she could muster she lifted her blade through the black mass, effectively cutting it through the centre.
What was left was black sludge on the blade, and the purple sludge started to disappear, remnants of it trying to escape which she crushed under her metal heel.
“You have nothing worth saving. Nothing worth writing home about, nothing more left to study. You are a footnote from some twisted experiment and I hope you rest this time” She threw her arm out to the side, the last of the black sludge from the blade flicked off into the concrete somewhere, sizzling in the sun.
“If you somehow come back again. I will keep fighting you when Direheart cannot.” The blade returned inside her arm, her actual hand returning to its natural position.
Feeling satisfied she walked over and picked up her torn off arm.
That’s when the Reploid felt eyes on her.
Terra had approached Direheart, looking up from his fallen lover to the Reploid
Aqua held her arm out to stop Ven from running to help earlier, blue eyes wide on the both of them.
As for Esper, she had watched in slight horror. Who knew someone so kind had such an...aggressive streak in them. For her to have such a part of her programmed into her...No it wasn’t that. Something must have triggered a response like that.
“....You may think my actions unethical. However...” she began, attaching her broken arm to its intended place, her hand once again vanishing into melding equipment. “I would rather not have something like that happen again....”
The blonde scientist stepped forward, that ever important question on her lips was voiced.
“Seven? Did something happen in the past for you to...end the Heartless so...ruthlessly?”
The Reploid turned her head, eyes full of sadness. “The man I love once returned to me in piles of broken parts and scrap. I wasn’t allowed on field at the time so I felt it my responsibility for his death.....”
“Monsters like her are the reason my world is in the danger it is in. People with personalities like her are the reason the Maverick Virus exists.” One of her hands clenched into a fist.
“....Creatures like her are the reason my kind is feared amongst the surviving humans. How would we know if we went Maverick? Who knows. But while I am still free of the Virus, I will defend others. It is my job as a Maverick Hunter”
If she could cry....
“My purpose was not intended for battle. But I had to adapt in order to survive....”
She headed off back to the labs. “I have a cure to try and finish. Take Direheart somewhere safe to rest. And do not tell Miss Rii, I do not wish to worry her. I do not have a Rii in my own world but still....” she gave a small smile and headed back.
Leaving the others to ponder.
alluras-castle replied to your post: when a fic you read kills you swiftly on the spot,...
*whispers* what fic
This fic. It’s basically Keith interacting with the team (what won me over) with lowkey background sheith and I’m dead and gone to heaven
A SUMMER BOP
CHEN & XIUMIN OUT HERE STEALING HEARTS
doubt I’ll get a secret rare in the last 17 packs I ordered for christmas 😔 gave up on the last ten cards and just ordered them off ebay instead of doing blind pulls (literally TOO MANY COMMON FOILS MY GOD)
okay for the like 2 people who didn’t turn my Johnny/Takemura post into a awful, garbage fire (Jk it was a beautiful garbage fire) i have more. So it starts as you’d think, V has Johnny backseat on getting help with Takemura and Johnny is angy about the corpo. Typical shit like corpo rat and Arasaka hound and V confides in Takemura bout Johnny and hes like awful terrorist bastard. they hate each other.
and because cannon doesnt exist V manages to convince Takemura to leave Arasaka and they stick Johnny in his own body. So now they can hate each other and glower at each other and be mean. but they’re both friendly with V so they don’t murder each other but when V isnt around theres lots of pinning against walls and angy making out and hate fcking. Johnny’s getting railed and pulling Takemura’s hair and calling him a mutt like a brat.
but like they end up actually talking because V gets tired of watching them burn holes into each other and oh no. oh no. Johnny’s not just terrorist and his commitment to his ideals is admirable and Takemura isn’t just a corpo hound whos power hungry has honorable and loyal. and
oh no. its pining time. hate fucking becomes just fucking and they do not talking about it. Johnny is grumpy he fell in love with a corpo, him THE Johnny Sliverhand. Takemura is sort of just adjusting to not being detached from everything.
and they continue not talking about it until V is like holy shit just fucking kiss already jfc. and she leaves them to figure out their shit and they probably fuck by like smoft and then they finally talk about their feelings.
then they vibe and Johnny is still a lil grumpy about ppl commenting on his relationship and he sit in Takemura’s lap and steal kisses and prob clothes.
hey imma just leave these tags here cus u were interested @anaisonfire @helvetin-venus