#stripes transformers

[kierastransformerssideblog]

Blaster is the main communications officer of the Autobots and works under Elita-One. A rebel at heart with a love for music, Blaster will often break the rules just to see what will happen, preferring to learn lessons rather than do what he's told. With his partners of Twin-Cast and Stripes, he is a master hacker and very reliable to his allies, despite what he may initially appear as.

This is for my Transformers Artifacts Continuity!

[skelemoonz]

Tigatron and the. the Cheeto..o

Cheetor’s fingers come out of the paws so the drawing was cursed upon me

[yuukirita]

He grow up :D

To be angry D:

He used to be so round :C now he's all sharp edges

[fisheito]

found a baby yaku amidst the Sketchbook-glitch-corruption wreckage..... wondering if he flipped skin tones between black and red and everything in between until he saw his to-be-grandparents (and started mimicking THEIR skin tone....... )

[wait-a-kilk]

My partners ( @agerekitty )Toralei doll is besties with Orion and Starscream

[retr0scum]

ice ice baby

[skyaya-100]

Transformers Oc’s 🫣🧡💙

Guys I know this is a little weird but.. I made tf sonas for me and my pookie🫣 I got bored and thought that making my own oc’s could be good practice for drawing robot anatomy!🤷‍♀️There’s no harm in that.. right?😅

The blue one is me and the orange one is my pookie😙🧡💙

here are some scraped pics of them that I forgot about

[nallchange]

you watch, as the painter

adds stripes, draws a nose,

creates a nice new hyena

in the appointment before yours;

little giggles, brush tickles,

ears tall, muzzle distinct,

stroke after stroke

makes them less human

and more hyena,

away they go on paws,

so now it's your turn. 🧡

[kittykatzvillage]

Enamel pins of the cassette cats are now available!

Find the 🔗 in the notes!

[maydays-medbay]

Based on @dimorphodon-x's Dragonformers design of Karma! I did make tweaks, but the original design was a FANTASTIC starting point. I haven't drawn dragons in forever but god I have wanted to draw a design for karma for so long

I love messing around with his eyebrow things extending down his neck a little, sort of like how they extend backwards on his helm towards his nape. I also love how easy it is to transfer over the little spines on the top of his head since those also can flare up and flatten down depending on his state of mind

OH ALSO if the image looks different it's because I drew these in Krita instead of Paint Tool Sai, and I have to admit that the customization options for the brushes on krita are so much better than sai. At least, from my experiences with both programs. I hope you like these, and feel free to comment, like, and reblog! I love reading stuff from everyone when it gets sent to me ^^

[art-of-heretics]

Custom stripes

[rubydreamsuwu]

Not used to drawing bots that are So Very Car but here's my first time drawing jazz

[prisonprocess]

What’s Best About—Prison?

14.

Mike D. says:

I’m Mike, but everybody called me Mikey.  I was always the cute adorable one.  The one that the teachers liked, but also the other students, the other frat bros, the other interns, the other new attorneys in the firm.  The kinda guy that people call Mikey gets protected by a lot of shiny glass walls.  He’s always on the right side of the boss’s smile, the professor’s recommendation, the bartender’s “hey dude!”  Not to mention the annual statements on his trust fund.  When you’re Mikey, your ride is so easy, you barely feel the road.

Example: I used to sit at my desk in the Bancock Building and look out through my big glass window onto the street.  And what did I see?  In the summer I saw young professionals like me with their teal shirts clinging to their chests, not really sweaty, just trotting lightly along from Latte Lottie’s to their climate controlled offices.  In the winter I saw young professionals like me in their Barmani topcoats and their squeaky new North Nook boots, stomping proudly through the snow to their climate controlled offices.  And that’s what I saw.  I was surrounded by them; I was living in a world of Mikeys.

The Mikeys never noticed the non-Mikeys, the dudes that slowly mopped up the snow that the Mikeys tracked into the subway, the dudes that wandered into the office in their ugly little workie suits with their ugly names on their chests (“Tony” and “Jose” and “Mike”), the dudes that emptied the trash and fixed the A/C whenever the Mikeys complained that the temperature had reached 72 degrees.  But I noticed.  The muscles on the Mikeys came from the gym, not from Work.  The suits they wore might be expensive, but they wouldn’t keep the cold out.  The non-Mikeys were hard and solid.  They did the work.  They filled their suits.   They’d been put in uniform because guys like me needed to know what they were, and avoid them.  If the Mikeys crossed a line, they’d be given a Less than Favorable evaluation in the firm.  If the non-Mikeys crossed a line, they’d be living in a cellblock, someplace, for the rest of their lives.  

The important thing was not to get confused.  You’re making half a million a year.  Brevard and you have your townhouse in Hoboken.  And your three dogs.  And your friends who come for meats and treats on the weekend.  If you keep being who you are, you’ll be living in the Hamptons and commuting to your office in Washington.  You’ll spend time in Geneva.  You’ll do interviews. Your friend Matt is already assistant to the undersecretary.  He’ll help you to become the same.

So OK, I see the difference.  Which did I want to be?  The default position was, take another meeting, take another lunch.  The challenge was, can I live in a cage?

Finally I decided. It wasn’t hard for me to figure out how to do a crime.  The hard part was getting cuffed and pulled out of my office while all the shits who wanted my job were sending up waves of ooh’s and ahh’s.  Then there was the jail and the plea and the sentence and the bumpy ride to prison, chained to another shit-ass con.  But yeah, that happened.

And now I’m Mick. I’m one a the cons they drag outta the Pen when there’s a big snowfall on the streets in some important place, such as (guess where!) the streets around my former office.  They truck us in, and we spend the day slingin snow in our pretty orange striped suits.  Just so nobody thinks we’re human, right?  It’s somethin the Mikeys slow down to watch.  Sometimes the same Mikeys I knew in the office.  And yeah, it’s interesting . . . And, I dunno, embarrassing, I guess.  They recognize.  They point. They laugh.  They’re wearin a couple thousand dollars of office clothes, and all I got is 19.95 of convict stripes.  They’re the men.  I’m the monkey.  But I gotta smile on my face.

 Note: All stories by prisonprocess are purely fictional and have no relation to real persons of any kind.

[nixsmis]

prize for  Zippyzach who won my in-stream raffle for hitting my KoFi Goal! character © Zippyzach art © me

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[ask-the-toy-box]

[transingthoseformers]

So i edited the photos to see what colors worked, and it's looking like blues and grays are currently my best bet!

Yes i went on a mild crusade to make him look at least a little feathery, i should've drawn him from scratch and just used a reference but eh🤷‍♂️

SG dinobot would have such an interesting character arc because theoretically, he could start out as one of the good guys (the sg predacons), demonstrate the same frustration with how Megatron runs things, and then join the maximals. But i feel like sg Dinobot would be farrrr less bold in his efforts, hell at all. Does he see it as a temporary arrangement now? Was he convinced it was for the greater good, or was it "i can fix them"-itus?

The possible divergences would be INSANE. I like to think he still has that sense of honor to him, it just gets twisted up as time goes on and the longer he spends as being a maximal. I like to think sg Dinobot is just a little awkward, too.