#dark hero

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

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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

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(1994)

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“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.”

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The Guyver 2: Dark Hero

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TW CW BLADE

I hate Ragewolf

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Prompt 387

The hero frowned at the sidekicks flinch. "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you." They stroked their protégée's hair softly.

The sidekick knew all too well how that hand could twist and hit and hurt in ways no one would see. 'Not hurt you?' Maybe not now.

"The forums think we like each other." The hero said casually. "There's 'unbridled tension in every look.'"

They didn't know what to say to that. Fear and love were interchangeable when viewed through a mask.

The soft hand wrenched the sidekicks head until their gazes locked.

"What do you think? Is there romantic tension between us?" The hero's look made it clear that there was only one acceptable answer.

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Short Prompt #91

"Hero...you're really scaring me," Villain whispered.

"Maybe you should have been scared all along."

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Victorious being silly fella

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Writing Prompts

Prompt 1: Villain x Hero

C.W. Aquaphobia, Thalassophobia, Suggestive, Violence, Angst, Blood.

Perhaps this was the answer! Villain thought to himself. Exhilaration was pumping throughout Villain's body. Giving him a true high. It was only an hour ago Villain was worried he wouldn't be able to go through with this.

"Are you ready to give me an answer"? Villain grinned, velvet and malice in his voice as he pulled Hero to the surface, hands still wrapped around her neck.

Hero gasped for air, trying to hold on to Villain's arm. Hero wasn't sure how much more she could take. She was freezing in the cold lake; any attempt to push villain from off of her would result in another episode of brutal blows to her body like the other 7 times proved. Coughing, shivering, bleeding all of this was driving her crazy, not to mention the constant close calls to drowning Villain was putting her through but, the cherry on top of this horrible cake of torture was the ringing in her ears. This ringing that she couldn't tell was from being doused in water until she couldn't breathe, or from Villain's beatings upon her figure. The ringing the made Hero lightheaded. The ringing that caused Hero to fight the acid conjuring in her throat. The ringing...the damn ringing that drove Hero to have this pounding headache- like having a cinder block broken upon your head. Hero knew she was running out of time. That whatever Villain was doing, she'd have to think of a counter before her mind left her incoherent.

"Well"? Villain pushed. "I'd like an answer; quite rude of you to ignore me". Grip tightening around Hero's neck, leading her to meet Villain's Gaze.

". . ." Panting and Shivers were all Villain got. "You know...it feels great. Seeing you in such a distraught state. I could get used to this. I'm sure you feel it as well. Adrenaline rushing through your veins.. doesn't seem to be doing much in your case".

An annoyed sigh escapes Hero's lips.

"We both know I could end it here. However, I'm being patient and awaiting your answer, dear". Villain's face was showing some concern aside from what was possible annoyance. Villain felt bad about doing this to their poor Hero, but he knew in the end, he was doing it for her own good. It was all good. From the plan of baiting Hero in by running into the snow coated forest, to knocking Hero down with a quick blow on the head, and now all Hero had to do was give their answer. Of course..Villain want an answer, but..Villain wanted "The Answer" upon which they were looking for. Either way, the result would ultimately be the same, Hero didn't need to know that of course.

"Take...a fine guess"! Hero snarled, coughing up a mixture of their own blood and the lake water. Assuming this was an answer to Villain's previous question, a sly smile made its way to Villain's face.

"Oh..but I'd love to hear it upon your lips"~ Villain cooed.

Hero's voice grew sharp, and tired. " "Fuck..yo-" was all Hero managed to get out before being submerged into the lake again.

Villain on top of Hero, the hold on her starting to bruise Hero's neck.

Villain's Gaze upon Hero struggling violently to come to surface was almost soulless. Though his eyes held anger, desire, obsession, yet pity.

"Such a shame.." Villain trailed. "Vulgarities come out of the most beautiful things...it'd be better if you used those lips to answer correctly instead".

It was painful. Everything hurt. Hero was tired, her muscles tense and aching, head spinning and pounding, but wasn't it better? Hero couldn't possibly give in to Villain..could she? No one in their right mind would agree to such an arrangement! It was simple though. Hero agrees to go with Villain- wherever that may be; villain takes care of Hero and as long as Hero obeys and listens like a "good Hero" Villain would consider taking their crime doing at a slower pace. Villain implied a strict "no deal breaking" at the end of his offer, but wouldn't that be Hero's freedom on the line? That's it- there's no way!

Yet here she was reliving a trauma. Maybe I could just let go..here. Hero thought. There it was. For a few moments Hero's thrashing and fighting resistance stopped.

Villain seemed to take notice, but didn't falter.

Ahh...but the others. The city still needs protecting. Promises made, friends in the process of being made, many depending on Hero. Could I even call myself a Hero regardless of how many times I've saved the nation if I just give up?

Pain, burning on her insides, muscles aching, body littered with bruises, cuts and scrapes, but none of it mattered, compared to the burning in her chest. Not just from holding her breath, but also from a feeling of determination. That was it! The adrenaline had sided with her body, giving Hero a rush of strength.

With the last bit of strength Hero had, she sprung up, breaking to the surface of the lake. Fist colliding with Villain's nose.

Villain's hold on Hero's neck broke away, as he stumbled back a few steps, hand already drenched in crimson. Droplets of blood falling into the lake; tainting the clear, subzero, water.

Villain's expression exhibiting raw yearning, infatuation and enthusiasm. His eyes said it "raving manic".

As quick as villain had made eye contact with Hero, so had his fist with Hero's stomach. With Hero on her knees, Villain attempted to submerge the weakened Hero once again. Only this time, Hero seemed to be putting up more of a fight, even though it did take everything she had in her to do so.

"Oh, Come now, Dear; This is absurd"! Villain scoffed. Irritation beyond clear.

Hero was burning with rage. What had she done to have such an act driven upon her?! Hero managed to grab hold of Villain's shirt, flipping them over with Hero on top now.

"You're weak"! Villain taunted as he took Hero by the wrist, pulling her close. Swift and hard Villain head-butt Hero, allowing himself to maneuver his leg and send Hero tumbling into the water.

Villain rose up eyes locked on Hero's form. He couldn't help but laugh. "Can't you see it"?! Villain gave a genuine smile. "Your condition is only worsening, you're on the verge of crumbling, I know it hurts, and yet...you're still going- still..fighting".

Hero stood up, legs shaking, breath ragged, and mind screaming to just give up.

"That is why I'm doing this. Even when death has its hands around you, you still fight. That burning fire in you. I don't know where you get it from. So passionate, only for it to become a wildfire such as now".

Hero remained still trying to keep her balance, listening to Villain. "M-My...my will to live. So, that's what's driving you to do this".

"Not quite-"

"Insane". Hero mumbled.

"What"? Villain questioned.

"you're fucking insane"!! Hero shouted, hysterically; laughter of the same form soon followed.

Villain watched, a frown exhibit as he watched Hero curiously. "You're not well..come with me". No wonder she didn't say anything, she was confused! Villain had figured it out. Hero needs his help, to be taken care of, and it could only be him. Villain! Besides Hero wouldn't have to worry about the crime when they had villain with them. Anyone else who dares to hurt his Hero, well..let's just say he would make sure they could never do so again.

Bangs covered Hero's eyes as she started to shake. Not just from freezing, but what seemed to be anger. Hero let out a shaky breath. "No..". Hero breathed.

"No"? Villain repeated.

"you wanted an answer..there it is." Hero began to stagger, holding her stomach.

Villain watched the Hero as though looking at a complex game of chess. Lost in thought. "Perhaps a bit more convincing is required". Villain said, making his way to Hero.

Hero prepared herself for whatever attack Villain would try. Though, once Villain reached Hero, he didn't attempt to hit her. "I'm not going with you" Hero implied, standing her ground.

Villain gave a tiresome sigh. "I see now. It's that spiteful fight in you; suppose I'll just have to tone it down a bit" Villain muttered, tightening his glove.

Maybe it was Villain's swift movements or maybe it was Hero's current condition, but she'd barely been able to see him move before sending a punch straight into her chest. Knocking the breath right out of Hero, sending her into the lake once again, submerged.

Villain took hold of Hero's neck, looking down at Hero thrashing underneath him, trying to come to surface. Hero tried everything their mind would allow. Kicking, pushing, scratching. Nothing was working.

There it is. Like a switch. Flick! Hero couldn't comprehend or think, she'd fallen numb. Releasing her hold from Villain, Hero's body went limp.

After a moment, Villain brought Hero to surface. Watching half lidded eyes blink at the sudden light.

"I don't intend to kill my prize. Like anyone would..I'll take very good care of it" Villain mocked, his voice smooth and oddly enthusiastic.

Hero couldn't take it anymore, the shivering, aching muscles, tired eyes..and of course the bothersome ringing. Hero gave way to the darkness consuming their eye sight, falling unconscious.

Part 2

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

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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

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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

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

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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.”