Moar doodles. For which I have no excuse
Procrastination ho!
Apparently I draw more when I have no time to draw. Go figure. Before anyone clicks the cut, a warning- one of these images is work safe, pretty much, but could get you some funny looks, so be aware. It's um. Classy really.
Really. Just use the same discretion you would for a pin up.
First up, a continuation of Drift's lonely childhood, inspired by a comment from astersyn. Poor little Drift. I need to draw him with a lollipop or something, or catching frogs to make up for all this.
Next one, and we're getting sillier. Procrastination doodle from my first time on /co/ in many months. I think we were talking about robot babies, and then we were talking about Bayscream hatching eggs, and then we got to what a terrible mom Primescream would be. Then someone was like "Draw it" and I was like "Lol kay". Loosened me up for homework, so sort of productive, I suppose. I almost put him in a 50's dress to boot, but decided to just leave it. First time I've tried drawing any Prime guys. Maybe I'll do it later.
And uh, that brings us to this one. One of you has already seen this, and I have no idea who it is. All the back story you need to know is someone had drawn Longarm/Blurr, and they were one of those artists that treat their plating like clothing, which led to ridiculous ponderings. Antepathy had posted an interesting fic about what goes under cybertronian armour, and that combined with the armour/clothing issue gave us... well. I held off posting it because I was like, "No dude, no. This is just silly. You have gone too far this time. This is the point of no return." But then, it's too silly not to share.
The damnedest thing about this was that my science brain was on while I drew it. I was actually sitting there, trying to figure out what joints would go where, how the rib section should align to the back, how the pelvis should join the legs, and had to scrap it because it wouldn't make the contours as pretty. And then tron-back happened, because I remembered their connective areas can have glowy bits, and I went bananas.
Hell, I have no excuse. I really don't. I wanted to draw a pin up, and I did, in all its gratuitous, lacy glory. The music I had to listen to to get this done was a combo of sexy old school beats, and silliness. But at least it was fun.
Apparently I draw more when I have no time to draw. Go figure. Before anyone clicks the cut, a warning- one of these images is work safe, pretty much, but could get you some funny looks, so be aware. It's um. Classy really.
Really. Just use the same discretion you would for a pin up.
First up, a continuation of Drift's lonely childhood, inspired by a comment from astersyn. Poor little Drift. I need to draw him with a lollipop or something, or catching frogs to make up for all this.
Next one, and we're getting sillier. Procrastination doodle from my first time on /co/ in many months. I think we were talking about robot babies, and then we were talking about Bayscream hatching eggs, and then we got to what a terrible mom Primescream would be. Then someone was like "Draw it" and I was like "Lol kay". Loosened me up for homework, so sort of productive, I suppose. I almost put him in a 50's dress to boot, but decided to just leave it. First time I've tried drawing any Prime guys. Maybe I'll do it later.
And uh, that brings us to this one. One of you has already seen this, and I have no idea who it is. All the back story you need to know is someone had drawn Longarm/Blurr, and they were one of those artists that treat their plating like clothing, which led to ridiculous ponderings. Antepathy had posted an interesting fic about what goes under cybertronian armour, and that combined with the armour/clothing issue gave us... well. I held off posting it because I was like, "No dude, no. This is just silly. You have gone too far this time. This is the point of no return." But then, it's too silly not to share.
The damnedest thing about this was that my science brain was on while I drew it. I was actually sitting there, trying to figure out what joints would go where, how the rib section should align to the back, how the pelvis should join the legs, and had to scrap it because it wouldn't make the contours as pretty. And then tron-back happened, because I remembered their connective areas can have glowy bits, and I went bananas.
Hell, I have no excuse. I really don't. I wanted to draw a pin up, and I did, in all its gratuitous, lacy glory. The music I had to listen to to get this done was a combo of sexy old school beats, and silliness. But at least it was fun.