#dark spiner

[maiasaliger]

Some of the incredible customs displayed at Zoids Exhibition 2026 【ゾイド展示会2026】

(Each image is linked to the original Twitter/X post)

[blade-liger-4ever]

The Iron Bible : Promotional Video

So, it took like a year for the last upload to stay on the search, but alas, it was not a very good aspect ratio and was stuck on wide screen. I ripped a bet...

This is all the promotional clips for an old game called Zoids: Battle Legends condensed into the one vid, and the best way to play it is to buy a Gamecube off of the Internet and then the disk.  However, if you don’t want to buy it, you can always find gameplay footage on YouTube.  With all that said, I shall sign off like the great pilots of Chaotic Century...

“See you on the battlefield!”

[hexfloog]

Part of me doesn't even want to restore the motor on this guy bc I kinda like that he's stuck in a pose where his hips are sailing 20 ft in the air

[sir-phobos-boa]

So many WF Zoids, so little time So yeah now I’ve got 4 wf kits to assemble. Dark Spiner (actually for a friend) Energy Liger (gonna use a bladey base instead of shieldy) Quad Edge (currently designing paintscheme) Jet Falcon (figuring out how to paint and who gets to pilot it) What have I gotten myself into >_>

[k-ili-stration]

Multiple friends bdays coming, mostly sorted that but still working on this.

Despite some distance, I’ve really wanted to make some gift arts for one of my best friends to cheer things up and spread the feels, one of the ideas is to revive that one Zoid he had as a kid, the dark spiner. Also using a new brush and style for it so I’m feeling this has potential to be awesome and hopefully gift it in time. It won’t be discovered by accident on Tumblr so any feedback on this would be great, thanks all.

[emperornaka]

Immortal

This is my first attempt at a sappy short story, I’ll let you guess what inspired it ^^ Silence. That was all he could here in his current exile. A pair of crimson lights illuminated the darkness of the cavern where their owner resided in. He slowly stood, his metallic tail lightly hitting the ground as he stretched his wings. With a grunt, the metal dragon-like creature strode into the gloom of the wintery night, his dark body in perfect contrast to the ivory of the snow-covered landscape.   With a growl, the black shape took flight, his black wings carrying him through the air and towards a nearby mountain peak. From that perch he could continue his duty, the duty he had long since swore he would uphold, even if it was his last act on this world.  He settled down and stared out into the reaches of the night, a red tint added to his vision as he took in the surroundings. He saw a trio of boys in the early stages of life, still hatchlings but not completely helpless, running in a straight line from something. His first impulse was to spring to their defense, yet he suppressed the urge. This wasn’t something he needed to do, not yet. The boy, his charge, was training to be an adult and he could not intervene. Yet try as he did, he could feel himself suppressed by his childish fears.  His mind flashed back to a similar moment, nine years prior, flowing brown hair caught in the wind on a snow covered hill, him watching as his mistress laughed with her newborn son as he experienced the odd feel of snow under his hands, the smile on her face resonating light. The infant began to wail at the cold, the feel of the frigid water collecting through his clothes, and before even his mistress could react, he nosed the infant and him to the shelter of their temporary lodgings, his wings carrying them faster than his mistress’ legs.   His mind returned to the moment, the cold emptiness of the moment filling his body once more. He was bound by what she left behind, a promise for the future. The dragonic creature watched the children run back now to where they came, back to an older human with his arms behind his back. The three bowed and one at a time were sent to bed, the elder clearly pleased with whatever the results of the strange running exercise was. With a huff, the metal dragon took off and flew closer to the large, ten bedroom manor, perching in the shadows cast by one of the awnings in the light of the full moon high above.   The boy, only eleven years old with a mop of messy brown hair, walked into his room and performed his nightly rituals. The dragon never knew why humans shed their outer skins, but it was nice when his mistress bathed him, taking time to get all the grime from his armor as she herself washed. He hissed, saddened by the face that haunted his once pleasant dreams. A moment passed, and as the boy crawled into his bunk, he heard her voice, the same phrase that chased all his sanity.  “Watch over him…please…as you did me”  He let out a whimper, trying to force her out of his mind. The hair he loved to see in the light, blackened and uneven. The eyes so full of hope, grey and lifeless, her body, toned and elegant all at once, so spritely in life, now limp in the exposed cockpit of the lime green Dark Spiner she had been given by her lover. The image continued to flash, the dragon’s crimson eyes blurred by the anguish he felt deep within his very being, that feeling of helplessness.  And then a sound broke through his grief. A small whimper caught his attention and drew his attention to the boy shook in his cot. Silently, the metal dragon crept into the room through the open window and peered at the child, noting how a line of tears began to fall from his shut eyelids, his fingers grasping at the sheets, as if the cloth cocoon could protect him from the nightmare he was caught within. It was his mother who should have been here, and yet she was stolen from him, stolen from the child she’d never get to see grow.  The dragon bent down and, with a bladed claw of his right forepaw, delicately wiped the tears away before curling around the child, using one of his wings as an additional blanket against the cold. The boy let out a scream, still in his nightmare, but rather than jerk away the metallic creature simply curled closer, letting the boy wrap his arms around the black metal neck of the dragon and squeeze as hard as he could, all while the crimson eyed guardian purred to soothe the boy. An hour passed before the terrible vision abated, leaving the child in an exhausted state. His silent guardian uncurled and strode out carefully, ensuring not to wake his charge, before taking off towards his cave. He stared at the moon and purred, once again having a slightly renewed sense of purpose. He could not stay with the boy, but when the time came, he would reveal himself and guide him on the path his mother wanted for them, but until then he would watch from the shadows, protecting from beyond sight of human eyes. ‘Even after these long years, I am forever your partner. We survived the destruction of our home…we woke up in this time…I held your hand for all these years…’ He thought to himself before releasing a mournful cry into the wintery night, a pledge that even in death, his mistress still had all of his devotion, and that devotion, that final promise, would be given to her son.

[zoidsarestillcool]

Here’s an in-progress look at what I have so far for the Charged Particle Cannon I plan to mount on my Dark Spiner after some gap filling and cleanup, I’ll post the story behind it once everything’s complete (which may be a while).

I wrote a wall of text on the Dark Spiner project and forgot to tell the story of what happened with my HMM Berserk Fuhrer. I put it together last year, and it was missing some parts–namely, it had two sealed packs of sprues (A and B, if you’ve put a BF together) and was missing a sealed pack of duplicate sprues that were supposed to be included, namely the frames that contained the base leg parts (two F sprues).

I contacted the seller to ask what to do, and they were very polite about the issue and offered to send the missing parts at no cost. Unfortunately, I bought it from a seller in Japan, which meant I had to wait about a month for the initial shipping and a couple of weeks for the second. Shoutout to tokyo-hobby on eBay for being one of the most polite and accommodating sellers I’ve dealt with.

Anywho, I got the thing together, but I still had a couple of sprues left over. I decided I’d eventually use them for kitbashing reasons or to make alternate battlescarred parts for the Berserk Fury, so here we are! Luckily, the spare part had the Charged Particle Cannon and mounting from the BF, meaning I can do some really cool things with it. 

[zoidsarestillcool]

After locking down the replacement hip, I added a bit more bulk using some two-part epoxy. Additional details were added using leftover bits of a HMM Berserk Fury (another interesting story, I’ll recap that at the end of this post). The red bit is supposed to be an exposed energy conduit.

Before I ‘finished’ the leg (I’ll still be working on making it look better going forward), I started drafting a story for this particular Dark Spiner. In the Battle Story, the Dark Spiner fell out of use because of how incredibly expensive they were to produce. This particular Dark Spiner was part of the Eisen Dragoon, but fell victim to friendly fire from a Berserk Fury’s Charged Particle Cannon. Strapped for time, the Zenebas engineers did what they could to salvage this Dark Spiner and send it back into battle.

I’m trying to decide whether to put the armor on the Dark Spiner’s upper arm or if it looks better with it removed from its damaged side. Also, I’m working on creating a large gun from the remaining Berserk Fury parts I have laying around. If I can make it look good, I’ll work on mounting it on this Dark Spiner in such a way that I can swap it and the default spine depending on how I feel any given week.