#art from the darksyde

[numanumbra]

Drawing this girl for the first time in a looooong while. Originally made her around 10 years ago and am currently updating her design - my seeker girl, Meretseger!

bonus creature version of her included :)

(I’ve drawn some of the official TF seekers as this too, expect those in the future at some point)

[mepzilla]

Haven’t posted in a long while but I’m back from an art block

Here’s my design for BW Megaempress, a femme built from Megatron’s parts. Cunning, Intelligent, she stalks her prey in the darkness. Placed in a stasis pod and brought on board the Darksyde, Megatron planned to awaken her when the time was right. But things don’t go as planned as the Axolon shot them down, her pod was tossed out during the crash, landing in a swamp. Scanning the skeleton remains of a Titanoboa, she slithers into the murky waters waiting, planning.

(Got inspired by a mix of Boa Hancock and Megan thee Stallion.)

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic - "First Night"

Earliest evidence posted on October 7th, 2007

Story - Shaun Flaherty Art - Michal Solarz Colours, Letters - wadapan

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wada sez: I found the clean lineart and original script for this strip chilling on Shaun Flaherty’s deviantART, and figured I may as well finish the job. This is another straightforward story, starring Quickstrike after he joins the Predacons in “Coming of the Fuzors”. The monster he runs into is itself a fusion of Terrorsaur and Scorponok, who fell into the lava inside the Predacon headquarters during the quantum surge, and were last seen Transmetallizing... Rather than drawing inspiration from their toyline-only Transmetal forms, Solarz has drawn a horrific monster with all the organic material burned away. For the coloring, I went for a heavily gradient-based approach to crudely evoke the CGI rendering of the cartoon. I decided to color the Terrorsaur/Scorponok fusion as white-hot metal, rather than bringing in any tones specific to those characters; this was as much a shortcut as it was a storytelling choice, honestly. I’m pretty pleased with how the lava effect came out, I’ve never done something like that before! Finally, I took the opportunity to switch out the fonts from the dialogue, and to add a title to the first panel, using fonts that recall the actual opening title credits from the cartoon. As Quickstrike’s original toy has a lot of sentimental value for me, I was really glad to be able to bring this strip to life. If I’m being honest, though, I find the writing a little strange—in the show, Quickstrike is a very talkative villain, but here he’s a meek and silent victim. Weird choice. The artist has also pushed the Beast Wars characters towards a much more robotic style, with things like Quickstrike having a separate conduit connecting his cobra head to his torso, and Megatron’s bladed weapon appearing as a grabber claw. This second change in particular is notable because the original script actually calls for Megatron to stab the monster, not shoot it! You can read that below, and see the original art.

CAP: "Welcome to the Darksyde, Fuzor. CAP: "Try not to get lost." Panel 2.  Over Quickstrike's shoulder, we see a pool of lava.  In one spot, the lava burbles. NO DIALOGUE Panel 3.  A grotesque, Transmetal amalgamation of Scorponok and Terrorsaur bursts from the lava toward us.  It breaches the panel borders as if it is leaping out of the page to attack us. NO DIALOGUE Panel 4.  Toward the left side of the panel, Quickstrike steps back defensively; his "hands" shield his face.  He is just out of reach of Scorponok/Terrorsaur's claw.  Toward the right side of the panel, we discover that Megatron has driven his whiplash cutlass through Scorponok/Terrorsaur's mangled torso, preventing its attack. NO DIALOGUE Panel 5.  A close-up of Megatron.  He looks down at Quickstrike, smirking. MEGATRON: I believe you belong to me now. Panel 6.  A close-up of Quickstrike.  He looks up at Megatron, meekly. SFX/QUICKSTRIKE: gulp MEGATRON (OP): Yes...

[26sane]

Design created for Steve from the Darksyde’s beat tape. Coming soon on 4/20/2018, stay tuned..

For this same service contact me now for a quote @ 26sane@gmail.com

[iamyourdarksyde]

(Picrew: here) 1. Alias / Name: Numa

2. Birthday: Sometime this month, actually (September)

3. Zodiac Sign: Virgo

4. Height: Around average

5. Hobbies: drawing, reading, video games, alt fashion, accidentally hyperfixating on a show/book/nostalgic thing I like on a whim

6. Favorite Color: I like a lot of colors, but I have a soft spot for purple and turmeric yellow. (I also like black and red together, but shhhh.)

7. Favorite Book: ohh it’s been a while, I like The Child Thief and The Plucker (both books by Brom) and the HP series by She-Who-Will-Not-Be-Named, if I’m being honest

8. Last Song: “The Nowhere King” from the Centaurworld soundtrack. It’s delightfully creepy for such a sweet lullaby.

9. Last Film / Show: Show? … Centaurworld and ReBoot 😅 Film? … … … Shrek 🤣

10. Recent Reads: Clinically Oriented Anatomy… It’s for a class I’m taking right now.

11. Inspiration: Samurai Jack has been a huge inspiration for me in general, ever since I first watched it; of course, seeing the variety of media that inspired Samurai Jack has inspired me to just have fun with this blog - sometimes serious, sometimes fun. Gives me the excuse to do crossover stuff and shenanigans too, which I am ALWAYS down for. I’ve drawn some inspiration from the games in the series too, and have developed my muse quite a bit in the past 10 years or so. There’s a lot that y’all don’t know about him yet - even some things he’s yet to figure out for himself too, so I hope I can build Mack up and let him shine when the time comes.

12. Story Behind URL: Got into SamJack around 2010, roleplayed him on DeviantART for a short while. I originally started this as another blog on Tumblr back in 2011 or so, originally called @ask-thedarksamurai-blog-blog (the -blog’s at the end there were because of tumblr tomfoolery back then when they were freeing up URLs people weren’t active on or were just hoarding in order to make room for active people who wanted those URLs instead. Somehow they accidentally put two of them on there, I don’t know either). I lost the password to the blog and haven’t been able to use it since. Besides that, Mad Jack is Jack’s ‘dark side’, as he states in the episode he first appeared in (season 1, episode 8) - but the title of the new blog reflects Mack’s change from just being Jack’s inner darkness, or just being ‘Mad Jack.’

Also, The Darksyde is my screen name on Twitter, which is a nod to Beast Wars, so I thought that’d be fun to throw in there too.

13. Fun Fact About Me: I’m trying my best :’) Okay, okay, being serious for a moment - I made a picture of Mad Jack around 10 years ago that somehow still goes around uncredited when people use it? It’s one of the first results on Google when you look up Mad Jack. This one:

This is the original posting of this picture on my old dA account - https://www.deviantart.com/numa-numa-shadow/art/Mad-Jack-201752095

If you use it, could you maybe credit me? Please? Thank you.

Tagged by: @dearaliceliddel Tagging: Uhhh no one, if you wanna do this go for it

[ckret2]

Nom De Guerre

Prompt: In exchange for some art at TFCon, I promised @xraybeeb some DinoTrap! They’re still at the awkward pretending-they-don’t-like-each-other stage because, it turns out, I just wanted to write banter. Continuity: Beast Wars, some vague point post-transmetal and pre-Code of Hero. Pairing: Rattrap/Dinobot, but only faintly Wordcount: 2000 Summary: Dinobot wants to know what Rattrap’s name was back on Cybertron. Somehow that segues into Rattrap learning about Dinobot’s surprise Autobot idols.

Rattrap was almost back to base, at the end of his patrol, when he saw someone standing on top of the Axalon, silhouetted against the night sky. "Hey! What—?!" He skidded to a stop, transforming and looking up at the mysterious bot. "Who—? Oh. HEY, CHOPPERFACE!"

Dinobot's gaze lowered from the stars to Rattrap.

"Stop melodramatically stargazin'! It's so dark out, I thought you were a Predacon!" He paused. "... A different Predacon!"

Faintly, Dinobot yelled back, "Come and make me stop!"

"I'm n—"

"Unless you're a coward!"

Rattrap let out a long sigh that he hoped was loud enough for Dinobot to hear from the top of the ship. And then commed Optimus. "Hey, boss bot—I'm back from patrol, buuut I'm not comin' in just yet. Dinobot's on top of the ship and I've gotta go wittily banter him to death. If I start screamin', send backup."

It took a couple of minutes for Rattrap to find a route to scale the Axalon and reach Dinobot's position. Dinobot wasn't even waiting for him—he was sitting cross-legged on the far side of the ship, facing away. "Okay, reptile. Challenge accepted and defeated. Now get off the stupid—"

"What did you go by," Dinobot said, "back on Cybertron?"

Rattrap stopped, staring at Dinobot's back. "... Did you call me all the way up here just t'ask me my real name?!"

"No. I started wondering while waiting for you to laboriously scale the ship."

"Ooh, you condescendin'..." Rattrap muttered invectives as he stomped up behind Dinobot. "I oughta kick you off the side."

"I would be delighted to see you try."

Of course, he didn't. Instead, he stopped beside Dinobot, surveying the view. Eh. It wasn't bad, he supposed.

"Rattletrap."

Dinobot looked at him, clearly waiting for him to elaborate; but Rattrap didn't know what elaboration he wanted, so he said what anyone would say after introducing their name: "Nice t'meet you."

Dinobot snorted, shoulders jerking.

Rattrap sat down beside Dinobot, legs stretched out in front of him. "I know, it's just one syllable off from what I got now." Rattrap had no idea what Dinobot's basis of comparison was—he didn't know what any of the Darksyde’s crew had gone by, aside from the fact that their illustrious and big-headed leader had been alias "Megatron" for decades—but out of the original Axalon crew, Rattrap had stayed closer to his original name than any of the other Maximals. "But, eh—I'm attached to my name, y'know? Rattletrap suits me. It's..." He trailed off. He'd never had to describe his name before; it was like trying to describe his own transformation sequence.

"Unreliable? Rickety? In poor health?"

"Unassumin'," Rattrap snapped. "You can get a whole lot done while people are busy underestimatin' you because you've got a name that makes you sound like a jalopy."

"Your very name is an act of subterfuge." Dinobot sniffed disdainfully and looked away from Rattrap at last, surveying the quiet night. "Dishonorable. But, I suppose, effective. For someone like you."

"Tch, you flatterer." Rattrap leaned back, settling himself on his elbows. Oh yeah, this was gonna be a long banter. He could feel it. "How 'bout you? Who were you on Cybertron?"

"Dinobot."

Rattrap gave him a surprised look. "No kiddin'? Before you were a 'raptor?"

"Yes. My organic beast mode was fortuitous. In fact I named myself Dinobot long ago."

Named himself. Huh. "I figure you're named after...?"

"The Dinobots who fought at the end of the Great War, yes. I consider them my role models."

"Really!" Rattrap scooted over so he could roll onto one side, giving Dinobot his full attention. "You don't say! Oh, I want to hear all about how the Dinobots are role models."

"You mock me."

"Nooo. Me? Never," Rattrap said mockingly.

Dinobot snarled at him. "The Dinobots are consummate warriors! They are aggressive, direct, indefatigable—"

"Probably don't know what 'indefatigable' means."

Dinobot swiped threateningly at Rattrap. "Honest. Fearless. Loyal to their own, and they make no pretenses of loyalty to those they don't consider their own. And they carried those ideals with them everywhere—no matter in whose company they found themselves, and no matter how little others understood their ideals."

And something about the way Dinobot said that made Rattrap uncomfortably aware of how much he was one of those people who didn't get Dinobot's ideals. Not, he reminded himself, that he wanted to get them—they were, after all, Predacon ideals—but, still... Still. Still.

Had to be lonely, Rattrap supposed.

"They embody a nobility of character which I can only aspire to match," Dinobot concluded.

Rattrap nodded slowly, taking in that analysis. "... They're also dumber than a bag of rocks."

He expected another swipe for that. Instead, Dinobot said, wryly, "You'll notice that, in listing their virtues, I did not include intelligence."

Rattrap laughed. "Okay! Okay, fair," he said. "You uh—you do know that your heroes were also Autobots, right?"

Dinobot gave Rattrap an exasperated look. And then sat up straighter. "What are you—? Stop posing like that! You look ridiculous!"

"Wha—?" At some point, as Rattrap listened to Dinobot wax poetic about Dinobots, he had ended up laying on his side with one hand propping up his cheek and the other arm draped across his waist. He did look ridiculous. Flustered, he sat straight up again. "I— W— Don't change the topic! What kinda role models are a pack of Autobots for a big bad Pred, huh?"

"You insult them by calling them Autobots." Dinobot was back to staring at the horizon, refusing to look at Rattrap. "Perhaps they wore the Autobot badge—but they were never given Autobot coding. In behavior—in spirit—although they fought for the Autobots, in their sparks they were Decepticon."

"They tell you that themselves, or are you just projectin'?"

"Have you nothing else to contribute but critical snark?!"

"Well I can't contribute saucy poses anymore, can I?" But all right, maybe he should tone it down. This was... actually an intriguing side to Dinobot. The Predacon that venerates Autobots.

Dinobot gave him a dark look. "They were detested by their teammates. Loathed. That's not projecting."

Rattrap swallowed a half dozen snappy replies. "Yeah? I heard they were hard to get on with, but..."

"It's the truth. The Autobots who fought alongside them distrusted them. They saw them as burdens—mere berserkers to be unleashed on the enemy, and then tolerated and contained until the next battle. They were utilized for their innate combat capabilities without being respected for them. In many ways... the Autobots' treatment of the Dinobots was a model for the Maximals' later treatment of Predacons."

Once again, Rattrap felt far more conscious than he wanted to be of how little he knew about what went on in Dinobot's head—in Dinobot's life—or any other Predacon's, for that matter. True, he still didn't want to know the first thing about what regularly passed through, say, Megatron's mind, or Waspinator's, or—eesh—Tarantulas's—but... times like this, when Rattrap was being honest with himself, he kinda felt like he was missing out on something, not being able to guess what Dinobot was thinking.

... He didn't want to linger on that for too long. "So. Who's your fave?"

"Grimlock!" Dinobot said it instantly, as though he'd been just waiting to be asked. "The greatest fighter! Before I permanently adopted the nom de guerre 'Dinobot,' for years I went by 'Grim' in his honor."

"It suits ya." Maybe it didn't suit him right then, though—he was gushing like a newbuild talking about their favorite pop star.

"He should h—thank you." Dinobot actually sounded like he meant it. (He probably hadn’t heard that before, had he? What kind of nerve did he have to have to be a Predacon among Predacons going by an Autobot’s name? Rattrap was beginning to suspect that Dinobot had been lonely long before he’d surrounded himself by Maximals.) "He should have assumed the mantle of Autobot leadership. There was an opportunity, when Optimus Prime fell in combat to Megatron. The Autobots should have recognized that, with the Decepticons in full control of Cybertron and the Autobots only holding back a few off-world garrisons, they were in desperate need of a new style of leadership. The Matrix of Leadership should have been offered to Grimlock—he would have ruled the Autobots as a warrior-king!"

"And... this woulda been a good thing or a bad thing for your Decepticon ancestors?"

"Ah—well..." Dinobot shrugged, an uncharacteristically casual gesture, and quickly moved on. "Whoever won, he would at least have shown the Decepticons more respect than the likes of Rodimus Prime. Which is the same reason he wasn't selected. The Autobots could no more appreciate Grimlock's virtues than they could a Decepticon—for they, unlike he, were not born warriors. For all their combat training, they were mere..." he let out a lizardy snarl of derision, "cccivil ssservants."

"Aaand..." Oh, Rattrap was having too much fun with this. "Assumin' he did get the Matrix, what was his name gonna be?"

Without hesitation, Dinobot replied, "Tyrannimus Prime." He raised his voice over Rattrap's peals of laughter. "Stop that! I didn't come up with it!"

"Wh-who did?!" Rattrap was flat on his back laughing. "Oh—oh, man—don't tell me you Preds have worked out all the details of a whole alternate history where Grimlock lead the Autobots!"

Dinobot was silent for an embarrassingly long time. And then mumbled, "It's not just Predacons—"

Rattrap cracked up again.

The stars in his peripheral vision were blocked; Dinobot was walking away. Rattrap immediately stopped laughing. "H-hey!" He rolled over, got to his feet, and trotted after Dinobot. "Hey, come back, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have laughed. It's—it's just surprising to me—and I mean, maybe I don't get it, but—hey, everyone's got hobbies."

Dinobot didn't stop.

Rattrap sighed. Oh, boy, he'd messed that up. How was he gonna fix this? "... I learned to fight from Arcee."

Dinobot stopped walking.

"Dunno how much you know 'bout Maximals, but we still get mandatory military training. In case..." Even though Dinobot wasn't looking, Rattrap gestured vaguely in the direction of the Darksyde. "In case. I was under... pfft, I don't remember his name now. One of the Protectobots. But I wanted to learn from Arcee. I fought tooth 'n' claw to get that transfer."

"Arcee," Dinobot said slowly, "is one of the finest warriors the Autobots ever produced."

"And unassumin'," Rattrap said. "The kinda person you underestimate until it's too late."

Finally, Dinobot turned back to Rattrap. "I have heard tales of her kindness, gentleness, and civility—right up until she eliminates her enemy. Are they true?"

"All true," Rattrap nodded. "She was the sweetest 'bot you'd ever meet—'til she wasn't."

"Hmmm." Dinobot surveyed Rattrap critically. "She taught you so little."

"'Ey!" He elbowed Dinobot. Good, they were back to normal. "Siddown and look at the stars again, reptile breath, I'm already sick of lookin' up at you."

Dinobot bent over and snorted in Rattrap's face—Rattrap made exaggerated gagging sounds—but he did march back to his original spot and sit again. "I don't relish the idea of you looking down at me, either. Sit."

Rattrap flopped back down. "As you command, Tyrannimus."

Dinobot shoved him over as Rattrap laughed. But it was, for Dinobot, a gentle shove. Rattrap should call him Tyrannimus more often. Maybe not around the others; that'd take a little too much explaining. "Either be quiet or tell me more about Arcee."

"Fine, fine! Whaddaya wanna know?"

"Is it true that she paints herself with energon?"

"You know—I was always a little too scared to ask."

"Well, what did she smell like?"

"Excuse me?"

"You can tell if paint is energon-based from how it smells when it's warm, and Cybertronian bodies are almost always warm enough to activate the—"

"Why do you know this?"

It was another half hour before they were interrupted by Silverbolt, who had, apparently, been sent outside to ensure that Dinobot and Rattrap hadn't been kidnapped by Predacons and/or quietly murdered each other. By the time they were back inside, Dinobot was already radiating a surly "don't touch me, speak to me, or acknowledge that I possess a corporeal form on this mortal plane" aura; nobody spoke until he'd disappeared down the hall to his quarters.

Once he was well out of audial shot, Optimus asked Rattrap what in the world had kept them outside so long.

Rattrap shrugged. What had they talked about, really? Dinobots and alternate history and basic training? "He wanted to know my real name."

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[setzeri]

Whew, that was a close one, but the letter came to me just in time. No DarkSyde Phil fan art from me, yes, I know you're disappointed but that's how it works.

Which Lotta is a commie?

Lotta-related questions can be put in two categories: -Those who have read the comic. -Those who haven't read the comic.

Yes, I'm again replying to an Ask without giving an actual answer. Yours doesn't deserve one. It is THAT stupid!

I'm expecting a written apology by snail mail by next week. If my demands aren't met I'll start drawing Darksyde Phil fan art exclusively.

[numanumbra]

No context Dan doodle

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god i haven’t draw blitzwing in forever. i’m so rustyyyy. definitely want to draw him more tho

[numanumbra]

i like me some monstrous dannys ngl

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Suddenly, monster Vlad!

Made a certain vampiric ghostie as one of my own species called Squishies, which are basically alien sphinxes. :)

I have so many doodles of this guy lying around, it's ridiculous...

A few more under the cut!

Plasmius when you pet him one (1) time:

Also I started drawing him with a fuller beard and I'm kind of obsessed with it. Have some of these too:

I got A Lot more drawings of this guy lying around, so if people are interested I'll be happy to show more! Thanks for looking.

[numanumbra]

I have a lot of doodles / art cooking, in the meantime take this Spectra doodle

[numanumbra]

Adult Danny/Dan/“Seraph” design for my Seraph AU!

Design notes below the cut.

Seraph’s suit design is still a work in progress - it mostly resembles Dark Danny’s suit at the moment.

His wings can be tucked away or hidden, especially if he wants to appear more human. Likewise, the extra eyes he can form can also be hidden and his main pair can have regular eye whites, instead of bright red sclera all the time. This helps to make him less intimidating during interactions with civilians.

The flame-hair is more stylized than Dark Danny, and is lovingly referred to as a “fire poodle” haircut. The flames from the hair trail after him as he flies around. The intensity of the flames die down or strengthen depending on his mood.

Being brought up by Vlad after the death of his loved ones (and even being mentored by him), his ghost side’s appearance may have been affected as a result. Seraph’s skin gains a blue hue along with pointed ears. He also retains the sharp canines and forked tongue of Dark Danny.

Despite years of mentorship, gained experience and overall increase in maturity, however, Seraph still likes to give Vlad grief sometimes.

Thanks for reading!

[numanumbra]

Jack and Mai for @radaverse !!

Got to stretch my SJ muscles for this one :) Be sure to check out their Paws of Magic AU + comic!

[numanumbra]

I’ve got a Danny Phantom AU in the works that I kinda made back in 2016 but only recently started fleshing out! Further details and doodles below the cut.

Seraph AU

The Seraph AU is an alternate version of The Ultimate Enemy episode, mainly focused on Danny’s relationship with Vlad (Badger Cereal flavor!) and how, in some ways, he ends up reflecting Vlad’s own attitudes and behaviors. Instead of getting rid of his human side, Danny becomes more determined than ever to play the hero role and to protect others, if only to make up for his mistakes…

To better enable this goal, he seeks more power and ends up closely resembling an angel. This is due to the effect of an artifact he researched and found in the Ghost Zone without Vlad’s knowledge. The artifact initially grants him increased speed and firepower, but he eventually gains the ability to ignore other ghosts’ intangibility and can actually attack/hurt them.

I’ve thought about where his story could lead. There’s a couple ideas I have (one involving Gray Ghost, the other having him become Ghost King) and I’ve already made his older Dan form as well as “Biblically Accurate Danny”, but I just wanted to throw the idea out there and tweak his designs in the meantime.

While the AU is supposed to be more serious in tone, Danny can still have his goofy moments. :)

Ducktail (woohoo)

Depending on how things work out for him, he’ll either eventually resemble his lighthearted self again… Or repeat history and rule the ghost zone with an iron fist.

Thanks for reading! ♥️

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Friendly fire of Mircea Clendenin for @furiarossa !