#dark wing

[saintseiyaartbykerulin]

Bem, é bobo, mas eu quis desenhar todos os escorpiões e "seus nomes" em cima de suas cabecinhas 😂😅 É idiota, mas é isso Ai estão tds eles, os Cavaleiros de Escorpião que se tem conhecimento/existência nas obras de Saint Seiya.

Primeiro 🦂 Ele, o de fato primeiro, clássico e formoso, "Miro". Deixei ele loiro na versão do mangazito. Obviamente temos a MAÇÃ como significado para nome dele. Vi que pode haver outros, mas decidi por manter a 🍎

Segundo 🦂 Vem ele, Kardia biruleibe, o kardiaco. Significado do nome claramente um corazãum ♥ Foi o (um dos) meu preferido de fazer, pq eu apenas amo pintar sangue.

Terceiro 🦂 É ela, a Milo. Essa maravilhosa que carrega o mesmo significado que o nosso clássico Miro. Só troquei a cor da maçã para dar um contraste com a sua bela ruivisse 🍏

Quarto 🦂 Vem outro ruivo ai Esse mano quase que não aparece 😂 Quanto ao nome o significado pelo que me enviaram e encontrei é relacionado a cor. Então "traduzi" essa cor usando uma pedra, no caso RUBI. Se faz sentido, sei la. Mas foi solução que arrumei.

Quinto 🦂 Esse aqui também caiu e até mais na mesma ideia do Écarlate. O maluco é uma cor e uma pedra (ao menos de acordo com o que me passaram e pesquisei). Quanto aparência dele, havia pouca referencia e fiquei levemente perdido 😬

Sexto 🦂 Essa foi uma das mais diferentona que fiz. Pelo que me passaram o nome dela significa sabedoria, e em minha preguiça só consegui pensar em livro, lamento 😔

Sétimo 🦂 A próxima achei bem fofinha de fazer e o significado que vi do nome dela foi MUITO ENGRAÇADO, a bichinha é MATRACA, FALADEIRA, CHEIA DOS ARGUMENTO, fala bem Representei com balãozim de papinho, só nas cunversinha ela.

Oitavo 🦂 Eis aqui o misteriouser sem nome e quase sem rosto, as ref dele é bem complicada, a única coisa que captei é que ele tem uma trança ENORME, e que "talvez" as madeixa sejam clara(?) No caso foi td tirado da minha raba msm quase todim esse aqui

ACABOU-SE!

[houseoflibra]

Saint Seiya: Dark Wing Chapter 33: The Wailing Star Harpy

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Chunfeng: - (The fight between) - (Shoichiro and the Capricorn Gold Saint) - (was really amazing...)

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Chunfeng: - And yet I...

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Chunfeng: - (...needed protecting,) - (and was only in the way!) - (I'm a specter too!!) - But... - I'm weak... - and scared...

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Chunfeng: - I'm trembling in fear... - and I can only wear my surplice's wings... - How can someone like me fight - next to Hime, - and Lord Hades... and Shoichiro...?

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Chunfeng: - (If only I was powerful...) - (like Shoichiro...) - (...or that Capricorn Gold Saint...!)

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Chunfeng: - (If I were like him...) - (drawing strength from longing...) - (and from rage...)

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???: - (Strong power arises from intense anger.)

Chunfeng: - Who's there?!

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Chunfeng: - Is this... - ...the Harpy Specter...?!

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Harpy: - Are you happy to stay like that? - Weak, immature, pitiful?

Chunfeng: - That's...!

Harpy: - Being cared for by Lady Pandora, - and protected by Lord Wyvern... - Are you satisfied with that?

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Chunfeng: - I'm... - I'm not! - I... - I...!!

Harpy: - Then get angry!!

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Harpy: - And hate!! - Hate yourself, - and your own weakness!!

Chunfeng: - Ah! - Aaaaaugh!!

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Chunfeng: - I don't want... - ...to be weak...!

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Chunfeng: - (I'll take rage...) - (hatred...) - (and regret...) - (...and use them to blow away that weak self...!) - (Yes... I see now...) - (That power too...)

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Chunfeng: - (Then...) - (This way I can do it too...!)

???: - Chunfeng?!

Chunfeng: - Huh?! - (Shoichiro!!) - (Shoichiro,) - (with this power,) - (we can defeat the enemy together...!)

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Chunfeng: - Hey hey, Shoichiro! - You see this?... - !!

Shoichiro: - Zhu... - That - cosmo is like Eito's...

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Chunfeng: - (No! I...) - (I...!) - (I don't) - (want you to make a face like that and worry about me!)

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Chunfeng: - (I...) - (I don't want to have to be protected behind those black wings...)

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Chunfeng: - (I want) - (to be beside you...!)

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Chunfeng: - I want to fight right next to Lord Wyvern!!

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Harpy: - (That's right. Your anger,) - (and hate) - (should all be for the sake...) - (...of my Lord Wyvern.)

Chunfeng: - Yes.

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Chunfeng: - This life, and cosmo - exist for the sake of Lord Wyvern, - don't they?

Shoichiro: - Zhu... - Is that strong cosmo stable...?

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Chunfeng: - Yeah. - It seems that the cosmo that dwells in the surplice - has somehow become attuned with me.

Shoichiro: - (The cosmo of the surplice...) - (Does this armor) - (have a strong will like a soul too...?)

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Shoichiro: - Wah?!

Chunfeng: - I'll protect you, Shoichiro. - So you take good care of Hime, okay?

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Shoichiro: - Huh? - Wha?!

Chunfeng: - Hahahah! - You're so transparent! - (The voice of that shadow back then...) - (...feels like your soul now.)

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Chunfeng: - (So now) - (I will use this power) - (to defeat that enemy!!) - Let my winds of destruction...

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Chunfeng: - ...strike you down!! - Corrupt Depravity!!

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Seirim: - Ah!!

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Seirim: - (This cosmo...)

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Seirim: - Hahahah! - No way! - She's assimilated - with the "soul of the surplice"...!

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To be continued...

[darkskiescure]

Hello Precure communityyyy :DD

I'm Ruerue, creator of the Dark Skies Precure AU/Blog!!! I have a silly little obsession with evil versions of characters, so when I was thinking heavily about both villain characters and Hirogaru Sky Precure, I had an apiphany!

Dark Cures in Hirogaru Sky!!!

I only really had this idea like a day ago so this idea is still generally in the works, but I hope to develop it nicely as it goes.

Also here's my header image!!

My designs for the Dark Hirogaru Cures!! I'm super proud of how they all came out :D

I really hope someone else can be as insane about them as I am hehe

(P.S.... blog is open for asks always :33)

[cavaleirosdebronze]

Volume 5 do mangá Saint Seiya: Dark Wing será lançado em janeiro: https://santosdebronze.blogspot.com/2023/11/Data-Saint-Seiya-Dark-Wing-Vol-5.html

[thethiefinwhite]

My sister and I came up with an AU where Adrien had the Butterfly Miraculous. So of course I had to draw him! His super hero name is Dark Wing.

[lalunameli]

Summarization/Partial Translation: Meiou Iden Dark Wing Ch 33

I don't normally do many Saint Seiya translations and this will probably be a one time thing, but I thought it would be good practice for another project I'm currently working on.

[SPOILERS]

DW 33 Summary

After the fight against the Capricorn Gold Saint where Souchirou protected her, Zhu finds herself in Elysian worried about Souchirou and doubting her strength as a Specter. She mentions being unable to wear her Surplice except for the wings and how she's scared and trembling and feels she can't protect her "home" T/N: she uses 「ウチ」 (her "home") in kana a lot in this ch., and I think it implies more than just the literal meaning, like those most precious to her.

She mentions Yoruhime, Hades-sama and Souchirou and that she can't fight along side them. She notices the Capricorn Saint was using anger to fuel his kraving for more strength.

The spirit of the Harpy Surplice appears and tells her the strength of power is born from anger and asks her if it's ok to stay as weak as she currently is.

"Aren't you concerned about protecting Pandora-sama and Souchirou-sama? Are you satisfied?"

Zhu mentions not being scared and again brings up her home, but the spirit of the Harpy Surplice says she's scared.

"Then hate your weakness" (and attacks her)

Zhu: My weakness, I don't need it!

Zhu (Next page): My anger, my hatred, my frustration, I want to blow them all away...!"

She has an understanding of the Spirit of the Harpy Surplice's power, reaches inside herself for strength and realizes even her home would be in jeopardy but the panel with her smile seems she's willing to make that sacrifice.

But Souchirou calls out her name, and she realizes with the power of her home, together they can defeat their enemies.

She speaks to Souchirou who comments her power is the same as Eito-kun's. Zhu gets upset by this.

Zhu thinking: "No, my home, my home...you're my home!"

Next panel "I don't know why you're making that worried face!"

Souchirou: If this is your home, I don't want to be protected by your black wings."

Zhu powers up and thinks: I want to be near you and my friends.

"I WANT TO FIGHT ALONGSIDE WYVERN-SAMA AND MY FRIENDS!!"

The Harpy Surplice appears on her.

Harpy Spirit: That's right anger, hatred, everything is all for my Master.

Not sure if this is Zhu or the Harpy Spirit: So it should be for Wyvern-sama.

Zhu: My life and Cosmo are for Wyvern-sama

Souchirou: Zhu, your Cosmo is strong and stable

Zhu: Yes, my Surplice is staying on, and is in tune with my Cosmo. Look!

Souchirou (thinking): My Surplice's Cosmo, even the soul of my armour has a strong will.

Zhu thanks Souchirou and Yoruhime for being a part of her home.

Zhu thinking: At that time the shadow voice had the same spirit and feeling as this one.

Next page: So I'll use my power to defeat the enemy!!

The winds of ruin...

Next page: Receive them! CORRUPT* DEPRAVITY!!

Seirim: This cosmo

Next page: Hahaha could it be the assimilation of the spirit of the Surplice?

This is the true power of the heavenly star.

T/N: The kana for this move is クルプト which I would normally translate as "Klapt" or "Krapt", but I noticed it is also the translation for the rapper Kurupt and sometimes the word "corrupt" so I went with "Corrupt Depravity" since it makes the most sense for the name of the attack.

[mishibashimori]

Two Of Us || Cecil Stedman x Reader || Chapter 1 (Revised Version)

Synopsis: You are an alien who crash landed onto Earth. You have no name, and no more home to go back to. The Guardians of the Globe have rescued you and brought you to get intensive care under the great Cecil Stedman. In helping out your new home, Earth, will you develop a relationship with the coldest man you know?

General Info: AFAB Gender Neutral Reader, Cecil is Younger in the Beginning and it Will Lead to Current Events, Reader is a Bubbly Optimist, Reader Description is Intentionally Vague so You can Imagine the Alien Species They Are However You'd Like

TW: Verbal and Physical Past Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Mentions, Depression, Self Depreciation, Cannon Typical Violence, Eventual Sexual Content

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A piercing pain cut through your face, pulling your consciousness out of an inky black haze. Foggy shapes crept into the edges of your vision as a bright, white light stung your eyes. Lolling your head from side to side, you took in a strange room. Sharp, electronic beeping sounded to your right, and the smell of chemicals crept into your nose. The room was blinding, with chairs, curtains, and machines, all encompassed by a bright white not yet accustomed to your eyes. You saw the hazy, black outlines of people in the room, all staring at you with unseen eyes. The beeping grew louder, faster, and you trembled.

“They’re scared.” You heard one of the figures say. Gradually, the outlines became clear enough to tell certain features.

“No shit,” a smooth, but deeper voice grunted, “they just fell from space and landed themselves in intensive care.” A man with a large, swirling scar across the right side of his mouth sat in a chair next to your bed, staring at you intently. He had blonde hair to his shoulders, and his nose was littered with freckles. His eyes were cold, almost scrutinizing.

You tried to open your mouth to speak, but your jaw wouldn’t move. What came out was a rather pitiful, muffled groan. The man furrowed his brow. “Can you speak English?”

You nodded slowly.

The man gave a small nod in return, sitting back in his chair. “Your jaw is wired shut. Whatever the hell happened to you in space broke your face and got that nasty gash across it too.” His eyes darted toward your body. “You’ve been strapped down until you’re no longer considered a threat,” his eyes softened slightly, “though from the looks of you, I seriously doubt you are.” You flexed your arms and legs. Shiny steel cuffs clasped them tightly.

“Although,” a new voice spoke, capturing your attention. A woman clad in golden armor stepped up to your bed, and behind her you noticed a group of other strange looking individuals. They all stared at you with mixed expressions. “There has to be a reason why you were so gravely injured. Perhaps a situation in which you had to be… stopped. Forced into submission before you did something terrible.” The woman inclined her head, a sharp look in her eyes and her arms folded protectively across her chest plate.

You struggled with panic. The beeping of the machine grew rapid as you squeezed your eyes closed, feeling dizzy. There was nothing you could do to defend yourself. Again, you tried to open your mouth, straining against the wires embedded in your jaw. It was no use. You were terrified, and at the mercy of strangers.

“Easy, War Woman.” You snapped open your eyes; a large man with a beard stepped forward. “Let them recover and answer for themself.” He glanced towards you, a wary look on his face, “if they are a threat, we can handle it. There’s no use in aggravating them now.”

A deep relief set in your mind as War Woman stepped back. It was only then, when the adrenaline subsided, that the pain from your injuries became horribly apparent. The throbbing, deep gash across your nose was almost too much to bear, and it seemed your ribs broke all over again with every breath. You let your head slump against your pillow and let out a low groan.

“Everyone out,” the scarred man demanded suddenly, “I need to talk to them alone.” The group left without protest, and the scarred man stood. There was a scuffling before he pulled a device out of his pocket and held it out for you to see. It was a large ring of sorts, about big enough to fit over a basketball and seemingly made of metal. It had flashing boxes of technology welded into it. “This will allow you to speak without moving your mouth. It reads brain signals— or so I’m told. Do you mind?” You hesitated for a moment as he held the device level with your eye-line, before shaking your head no.

The man leaned over and secured the device to your head. Taking a step back, he put his hands in his pockets. “My name is Cecil Stedman. I'm the director of the Global Defence Agency, and the people you saw a few minutes ago are called the Guardians of the Globe. You’ve been in intensive care and unconscious for a month now.” He took one of his hands out of his pockets and rubbed his chin, his eyes narrowing pensively. “What’s your name, and where are you from?”

“A month? Oh, no.” Your eyes widened in surprise; your own thoughts, in a robotic voice, echoed around the room. Cecil relaxed his shoulders and smiled slightly. You guessed it wasn’t so much of what you had said, but the device working correctly that caused his sudden good mood. “I don’t have a name, and I’m from a planet called Ocrah. I mean no harm. I landed here by mistake. I can leave if it’s too much trouble.”

Cecil’s expression turned to surprise at your words, if not slightly amused. “You’re not going anywhere in your condition.” A sudden pain wracked your body as if on a universal cue, and you jolted, giving a high whine. Your wrists and ankles banged against the metal restraints as your body seized, and relaxed.

Cecil’s brow furrowed and he leaned forward, slipping the talking device off of your head. “We still have some questions for you, so you’ll be here for a while. Sit tight.” He put the device in a case, then snapped it shut. “I’ll let you rest for now, but I’ll be back tomorrow.” He turned and pressed a button on your bed, and in less than a minute a dozen medical staff bustled into the room. Before leaving Cecil stared you straight in the eye, his piercing blue irises holding a smoldering determination. “Stay alive.”

True to his word Cecil walked through your door the next day. From the time he’d been there last, you had grown accustomed to the strange situation you were thrust into. It helped that you weren’t cuffed to your bed anymore. Although you couldn’t walk, or really move your broken arms too much, being able to move freely definitely improved your optimism. You’d been dying to scratch your nose. The sight of humans - and at times, others - walking past the doorway didn’t startle you anymore, either. It’s a good thing, too, as that doorway was the only thing that you could stare at other than the ceiling. As you saw Cecil, you gave a slow blink in greeting. It was hardly noticeable, but all you could manage.

“Alright,” Cecil fished the device out of his pocket and fastened it to your head once again, “I’ve got more questions for you.”

“Good morning,” you blurted out immediately once the device switched on. “I don’t mean to be rude by disregarding your previous statement, but I feel it is important to greet people once you see them.”

Cecil paused and stared at you for a moment, then gave a snort. “I um… wasn't expecting that, I’ll be honest. Especially from an alien.” He gave a sigh, regarding you with an inquisitive look. “Good morning, I suppose.”

“I must tell you how much I appreciate the medical care. You are strangers to me, I don’t deserve this kindness.”

“Sheesh, are you usually this much of a kiss ass, or is this ‘happy-go-lucky attitude’ just so we don’t dump you on the street?” Your heart dropped at Cecil’s words, and you visibly shrunk back. There was a long silence as he stared at you with an intense scrutiny, and eventually you had to look away. After a few more moments, Cecil cleared his throat and continued awkwardly, “sorry, it’s been a long morning already.”

“What questions do you have for me?” You asked, continuing to focus on the far wall of your room.

There was hesitation again before Cecil spoke, “it, um, it seems from our information about your planet- which admittedly isn’t much - that you haven’t been in contact with Earth before.” You could hear him shuffle uncomfortably into a chair. “I know you said you landed here by mistake, but what were you doing in our orbit in the first place?”

“The leader of our planet forcefully removed me.” You responded.

“Why?”

“I couldn’t give him children.” Now the silence seemed deafening. You were aware it was a cruel and absurd answer, but it was the truth. “Is that an acceptable answer? I don’t wish to go into detail.”

“Yes, of course.” You were shocked at the gentleness in Cecil’s voice. You turned to look at him again. For the first time you noticed how tired he looked.

“What’s the next question?” You asked tentatively, feeling a bit awkward. Cecil perked up a bit, leaning forward in his chair.

“I’m assuming your planet has a government, or something like it, if you have a leader. Will they come searching for you? And if so, are they friendly?”

“I’m not sure. One would assume since I was removed, I wouldn’t be wanted back, but he is… strange. I wouldn’t count on predicting anything he does. And, no, he is not friendly.”

Footsteps sounded in the hallway outside of the room, making you both turn. A woman appeared with a potted flower in her hands.

“Hello,” she regarded the pair politely, “I just wanted to see how our patient was doing.” She gave a smile as she sat in the chair on the other side of your hospital bed.

“Alana.” Cecil greeted shortly, seemingly a bit annoyed at the interruption. He eyed the flower with equal disdain. You found it odd how irritated he was all of the sudden. “What’s that for? Don’t you usually get sick people bouquets?” He asked uncomfortably.

Alana gave Cecil a knowing look before turning to you. You craned your neck to look at the flower more closely, and a thrill of excitement went through you. “That’s a veradonya,” you explained, the robotic voice of the translator not properly relaying your excitement, “it’s a flower from my planet that you give to the sick. It’s said the scent helps with healing. How did you get this?”

“We had Immortal and Martian track it down. You’d be surprised how common they are on a small moon not far from here.” Alana hesitated when she saw the confusion on your face, then gave a small laugh. “Oh, right. You probably don’t recognize me.” Bending over in her chair, Alana dug around in a bag she’d brought with her, and pulled out a green stone. She slipped it in her mouth and in moments her form changed into a green, mannequin-like version of herself. “I’m the Green Ghost.”

You jerked in your bed, “oh, yes! Of course. I remember now.” You reached out with a trembling effort to take the plant from Alana’s hands. “Thank you very much. I cannot express my gratitude.”

From the other side of the bed, Cecil cleared his throat irritably. Alana let out a small chuckle and gestured towards him, “oh, and Cecil helped too.”

Cecil looked briefly flustered, tugging at his shirt collar, “that’s, uh, not what I meant, but you’re welcome.”

“He didn’t want his name on the present. Can’t have everyone knowing he has a heart.” Though Alana didn’t have visible eyes at the moment, you could sense she was giving Cecil a look. This only seemed to exasperate him more.

“Can’t we move on?” Cecil grumbled, folding his arms across his chest, “I’m kind of busy here.”

“Yes, Cecil,” you responded, glad that the device couldn’t translate a laugh, “what’s next?”

Cecil looked moderately satisfied with the compliance, smoothing his long, blonde hair back with his hand. “Once you’re recovered, you’ll have a few choices. You go somewhere other than Earth, if possible. You join the Guardians of the Globe, if you’re useful. Or you live a relatively normal life on Earth, monitored by us.” He fixed you with a stern look, leaning forward on his elbows. “You’ll have until the end of the year to decide. Regardless of what you choose, we’ll be watching you very closely.”

“Geez Cecil,” Alana piped up, not in her Green Ghost form any longer, “you give this speech to Martian, too? No wonder he joined. Was probably too scared to say no.” Cecil didn’t respond, just leaned back in his chair.

You took a few moments to consider your next words carefully before responding. “I’d like to be as useful as I can. So far, Earth has treated me a lot better than my own home planet.” You reached out a shaky hand towards Cecil, “and I can show you what I can do, if you give me your hand.” Cecil eyed your hand warily, then exchanged a look with Alana. Slowly, and after a few more moments of consideration, he reached out and took your hand in his, fixing you with a hard stare. You saw his expression gradually relax as a throbbing grew in your own head. A raging migraine had burst between your eyes and the back of your skull, causing you to wince. You retracted your hand and sat back, squeezing your eyes shut.

“You have healing powers,” Cecil stated, looking mildly impressed. His eyes flicked to your broken body, and he gestured to it, “why don’t you fix this, then?”

A rush of anxiety went through you. “I can’t heal myself.” You responded. It wasn’t the entire truth, you knew, but just enough of it. You could only take other’s injuries onto your own body, effectively healing them but hindering yourself. But that information was best kept secret. Who knew what these people wanted to do? “Only others.”

“How did you know I had a headache?” Cecil pressed.

“I guessed. You look… stressed.” You tried to calm your heart rate as the machine beside you began to beep rapidly. Opening your eyes, you saw Cecil noticed, too, but didn’t press further. Whether he knew you were lying or not, he didn’t say. Instead he stood, nodding toward Alana.

“You might be useful. We’ll see.” Cecil turned and, without a goodbye, slipped out the doorway.

Alana gave you a polite smile, “you’ll get used to him. Rest up, okay?”

“I will. Thank you, Alana.” Watching your new friend leave, you couldn’t help smiling to yourself. Even though they were virtually strangers, Alana and the others had been very good to you. It was a strange but welcome change to your life up to this point. You gave a relaxed sigh and snuggled deeper into your pillow. A sharp pain stung the top of your head as you got comfortable, and you realized Cecil had forgotten to take the talking device off. Staring at the ceiling, you decided to voice your thoughts. “Please, let this be a new start.”

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Disclaimer:

I try to be as accurate as possible to the source material for this fan fiction, but at times l'll get it wrong. The timelines for the Guardians of the Globe as well as Cecil are not as accurate as they should be but for the sake of wanting to have all the characters in here I fudged it. Just know that I understand not everything is accurate but let's just try to have a good time regardless!

[ladysecretik]

You used to be nice.. Hawkwing/Darktail

[monoukotori]

[stljedi]

Darkwing Duck

[lazuliblur]

I look forward for Eito and Esther to interact. Either nothing happens or something absolutely magical does.

[houseoflibra]

Saint Seiya: Dark Wing, volume 5 Chapter 27: Fist vs Sword

Download from the releases page or read online.

[darkskiescure]

What are the personalities of the Dark Cures? Are they what the main team was pre-character development (like Dark Pretty Cure 5) or are they just straight up evil versions of what their counterparts represent (like the Bad End Pretty Cure)?

I'm thinking they're more like the Bad End Cures, but also have some traits like the Dark Precure 5. The main thing I was thinking of for the Dark Skies Precure is that they have similar personalities to their counterparts but in a more negative fashion.

Dark Sky is confident and energetic like Cure Sky, but her confidence is more arrogant and egocentric and her energy makes her feel like she can really do anything, including quickly besting any of the Cures in a fight.

Dark Prism cares... for herself. She doesn't like to share her own things but would steal something that belongs to one of her comrades and say "sharing is caring". She's a hypocrite and can trick people by being kind at first, only to show her true colors afterwards.

Dark Wing prides himself on his abilities in flying, but he's actually one of the weakest of the Dark Cures. He wants to surpass Dark Sky in strength so he's a very jealous person. He works hard to be stronger, and his target? The city where the Precure live.

Dark Butterfly cannot stand children. She's honorable enough to not hurt one, but that's mainly because you'd never catch her near one. Objectively she's the nicest out of the Dark Cures, as she can busy herself with cooking and cleaning if need be, but her cooking could best be described by Dark Prism as "poison".

Dark Magesty, for whenever she shows up in this AU, is very power driven. She's bored more often than not, and doesn't find joy or exitement in lots of things, so that's why she seems to always be in a sour mood. She's strong enough to not lose to two or three Cures, however the full team against her would be a difficult match.

The negative emotions of the Dark Cures are fuled heavily by Undergru Energy. Often, the Dark Cures aren't able to really feel any positive emotions other than a temporary satisfaction of annoying each other to Skyland and back.

[hilemzelda]

From the Manga Spin-Off Saint Seiya: Meiō Iden - Dark Wing, this is Matsuri Mikagami, big brother of Cattleya (Athena's Incarmation on the Spin-Off) and one of Hades Specter, Garuda - one of the Three Leaders of the Underworld!! I'll be participating in a Saint Seiya Zine and decided to draw Garuda Matsuri, so you can said that this sketch is a little practice for the char ;3 Must admit that I love his desing <3 hee hee~ Well, time to really start the sketch for the Zine, time pass too fast latelly~ Sketch done on a recicle paper, with my pencil & (lovely) mechanical pencil~ (C)  Kenji Saitō /  Shinshū Ueda /  Masami Kurumada Fan Art by Me

[cavaleirosdebronze]

Capítulo 30 do mangá Saint Seiya: Dark Wing será lançado em janeiro:

https://santosdebronze.blogspot.com/2023/12/Previa-Champion-RED-03-2024.html

[ex0skeletal-undead]

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