#dark hero

[modharvest]

You are as beautiful as the day I lost you...

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[cheemsroniakalittleguy]

Today's Art: Madfang Ragewolf

Probably my favorite Dark Hero since I started playing Pata3! What a funny lil guy

[xenubins-circus]

i dont usually do fanart for anything but I've had the biggest brainrot for my hero lately so here's a screengrab redraw in my style

side by side below the cut

[ruinedholograms]

(1994)

[aiarts-posts]

Spawn woman

[wh3nturtlesfly]

“You’re crazy, you can’t actually be serious!” Villain scrambled back, cursing under their breath when their back struck the wall. Trapped.

“And why is it so hard to believe?” Hero was smiling darkly, something the Villain was so used to seeing reflected in their own gaze. On the Hero’s face it felt twisted and wrong. Villain flinched as the tip of Hero’s blade ran down the length of their jaw, pressing just deep enough to make their breath hitch. “I’m done playing nice. Shouldn’t it be time I get to have a little fun?”

Villain couldn’t believe what they were hearing. “This isn’t you,” they whispered, hand inching towards the weapon at their side. They could still finish this; could still bring back the sunshine smile they missed so dearly.

“Oh but it is my dear,” the pet name spun cooly on their tongue. It made Villain cringe and they winced as the blade pressed deeper. “I would keep your fingers away from your weapon if I were you. Wouldn’t want an accident to happen.” Hints of a sharp metallic scent filled the air and crimson beads formed at the base of Villain’s neck.

“Please don’t do this-”

Hero’s lips split into a bloodcurdling smile, “So desperate. I like seeing you cower.”

They relinquished their weapon to press close to the Villain. Their finger ran gently over the space where they had broken Villain’s skin. “Besides, the evil ones are always so much prettier.”

[flexingtyger99]

The Guyver 2: Dark Hero

[wastler]

Unleashing the Power Within: Embodied Fury and Determination 🌌⚡

Behold the manifestation of pure strength and energy. These characters stand as symbols of unyielding will and unparalleled might, breaking the boundaries of power and passion. Witness the intensity in every muscle, the glow in every spark, and the storm in their eyes. This is the art of fury, rage, and a burning resolve that refuses to be extinguished. 💥🔥

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[patatyi]

TW CW BLADE

I hate Ragewolf

[marioluigimarioluigi]

So one of the RUMORS/THEORIES about an Evil Gozyuger is that only the dark ranger who deals the finishing blow to the Evil Gozyuger gets to summon the evil mecha, meaning it'll just be the one Evil mecha with multiple forms.

[egoixu]

Victorious being silly fella

[noeliandroid]

im sorry tumblies, i forgot to put these sonarchies here :(((((

[phantomnoodles]

dark hero of sorrow or something augh...

made this fella loooong ago with a friend of mine :) this thing is my son augh.. squishes him like a stress ball

[gongedtornado]

this started off as a joke, but she’s genuinely such a cute design what the fuck why why why why w

anyways, her name is Lady Loving-Byrd

[briyosan]

searching for a comic/manga artist to officially collaborate with, for my psychological drama thriller vigilante story 'The Thin'. contact for more details

[wh3nturtlesfly]

Would love your take on 8 i !

Ask and you shall receive ;) Thank you for requesting!

8, I: Cornered, “There’s nowhere to hide”

CW: Broken bones, Gun mention, Death mention (This one’s a little whumpy)

Hero felt their heart pound in their ears, a chorus among their rushed breaths. Everything was a whirl of shadows, their vision blurred with panic. Time was running short.

They careened across the street. Hero ignored the cars that nearly collided with them and the blaring horns that followed. There were worse things to come.

The alley they turned into was pitch black, not so much as a streetlight to guide them. Hero’s forehead was sticky with blood, they hadn’t had time to patch the cut. All they had done was run, faster, faster, faster.

All the air was knocked from Hero’s lungs when they slammed into the wall. Bricks tore against their cheek, the concrete ground hard beneath their scraped knees. Hero scrambled to their feet but it was too late, a boot pinned their chest to the ground and forced a gasp from their lips.

“What did I tell you about trying to escape?” Villain leered over them. When Hero struggled they pressed harder. Hero thought they heard something crack. “Poor thing. You’re weak. Can’t even manage to get a few blocks away.”

Hero grit their teeth when they felt the heel of the boot shift up under their sternum.

Villain laughed, “There’s nowhere to hide. You’re as good as mine dear, and oh- the things I could do to you. You truly thought you had ruined my life; I can make you wish you were dead.”

It was dark, oh so dark. Hero only saw the slivers of Villain’s eyes, two twin crescent moons against the ash black of the night. They wheezed out another breath. Just beside their belt, they could end this here and now-

“Ah, ah, I don’t think so.” Villain tsked. Their other foot came crushing down on the Hero’s wrist. Hero screamed, but it emerged more as a choked gasp. They felt the bones snap one by one as if they were only toothpicks. Villain bent down to retrieve the item Hero had reached for and held it up to the single beam of moonlight.

A knife blade gleamed and in its reflection Hero could see Villain’s cruel smile. They chuckled, “You really thought this could stop me?” It clattered when they tossed it to the ground and skittered across the concrete.

“You-” the hand that was now free fisted in Hero’s shirt, “-are an absolute fool to think you ever had a chance at leaving me. Wrath does wonderful things to the mind my dear.”

So close, Hero could feel Villain’s breath fanning across their skin. Their collar was exposed from where their shirt hung loosely off their form. The air around them was cold, limbs stiff beneath Villain’s hold and yet their broken wrist burned. They could feel it beginning to swell.

The smile upon Villain’s face spread, splitting their lips into something that would make anyone else’s blood run cold. A swipe of a hand. There was another blade between Villain’s fingers. This one slid across Hero’s throat, tempting fate as it nicked the skin just beneath Hero’s jaw.

It was like gazing into the eyes of a hungry predator. Villain yearned to see Hero crumble. Not that they hadn’t already. Hero struggled to keep their head upright. They could feel scarlet beads slipping down over their eyelids. If only they had bandaged their forehead.

“Anything to say for yourself?” they asked. It wasn’t a request. They wanted Hero to beg, to cry out and promise they’d do anything to stay alive- anything at all. Hero had other plans.

“You’re right.”

Villain’s gaze flickered. Their group loosened over so minutely. “What?”

It was the Hero's turn to smile. So funny, how things could flip in a matter of seconds. Seconds, they had seconds.

“You’re right.” They repeated with a flicker of a smirk. “Wrath does do wonderful things to the mind.”

Hero found the cold embrace of metal in their pocket. Hidden so perfectly, unseen in the folds of fabric. The knife had been a mere distraction, but this- If the moon had hit it just right it would have glimmered, but then again- maybe Villain would have seen it coming.

Bang.

They didn’t even have the chance to scream.

Like a sack of concrete, Villain crumpled to the ground. Their blood flowed from beneath their corpse, seemingly endless for a wound nothing more than the size of a thimble.

As Hero stepped out of the alley they brushed their bloodstained fingers against their shirt. No one would see in the dark. No one expected such a thing at this time of night- especially not from the Hero.

The gun was returned to their pocket only as the warmth had faded and the smoke was nothing more than an afterthought. Hero cradled their injured wrist, a setback they hadn’t expected, though it was hardly the worst thing. They strolled past the activation point, where their earpiece clicked on. Hero welcomed the crackle of the radio as the line came to life, and slipping into the night, Hero finished their report.

“Mission Seventeen A Complete. Target has been suspended…permanently.”