Gutter-bot - A Little Bit Warped

This is stunning babe go get that autograph!! I'm sure he'll be blown away!

Print I hope to get signed by Frank Welker at TF Con LA! My fav line ever in a tf series tbh

Beauty!

Commission for dragonologist-in-training, who wanted Nautica and Brainstorm!

I’m very sorry for being late with this piece, so I’ve added extra doodles:>

I hope ya like them!

Edit: Right-click for bigger view!

Insecticons

Transformers: Art Of Prime

IDW Publishing, 2013

*Please note: This book is heavy and too big for my scanning bed. Scans are uncleaned and portions have been cut off by technological limitations. You should buy it, anyway.

Incredible. Thank you for sharing this.

As a paramedic, Ratchet's alt mode in tfp driving around Jasper is hilarious to me.

We usually know who is on what ambulance unit and where the other ambulances are. They have GPS trackers on them/on the ambulance's phone, so dispatch can see where they are. Jasper is a small town, so their EMS/Fire dept is likely small as fuck. So the first responders all likely know each other and what's going on.

NO ONE can track this weird ass ambulance. Dispatch has no idea where it came from.

The other medics in Jasper being like "what fucking unit is that" or "what THE FUCK." There's no department marking or star of life on Ratchet's alt's exterior, but it has lights and sirens. Which is fucking illegal.

The other first responders talk about the Mysterious Unknown ambulance that is OCCASIONALLY spotted like a fucking cryptid. It becomes an inside joke/urban legend.

Ride the wave... >w< 

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"Let you pass, huh? Why? So you can sink yer claws into my back during our next run in? I don't think so."

They were poised to move. He could read it in the stiff lines of their frame. He would have to be ready - for offense or defense, he wasn't certain, though he'd be willing to bet on the former. He did, after all, have the upper servo. And somewhere at the back of his processor, a niggling suspicion. Did he... know this bot? Size and shape hinted at one particular individual... but they had perished, had they not?

Perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to coax some information from them. He'd been told he could be quite... persuasive.

Nudging the end of his weapon a little closer, Wheeljack pressed, "Why don't you start by giving me your designation, along with your reason for bein' all the way out here?Cooperate, and I might just consider civility."

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Since returning to his host's side, Ravage rarely left the Nemesis. Soundwave was protective- rightfully so-, and Ravage's frame just wasn't what it used to be. After his near death experience that lead to the separation from his host on Cybertron, he never quite regained his full strength.

However, that didn't mean he was useless. On the contrary, in fact. Ravage could still perform his strong suit exceptionally well; that being his work as a spy. It helped that the Autobots were unaware of his existence.

He had been slinking back from a successful intel gathering mission when things went wrong. Wheeljack, as he was last informed by Laserbeak, was not supposed to be in the area. Apparently, things had changed. He froze at the glowing blaster aimed at his helm, a low growl ripping itself from his throat. "Back off," he snarled, red optics narrowing beneath the Soundwave-esc visor that covered most of his helm.

Such a talented artist!! Go check them out!

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Decepticats

The decision to detour was bred from a distinct sense of dread that filled him at the thought of returning to the base. He hated these scouting mission debriefings. Especially when they yielded no interesting results. So when the unfamiliar energon signature had popped up on his radar, he'd almost felt releived. Yet this begged the question...

"Who the frag are you?"

A covert approach was needed here. Setting the Jackhammer down amid a sparse cluster of pines, he continued on pede. Being at ground level meant losing his aerial vantage point; a necessary risk if he wanted to catch this mystery bot unawares. Mindful of his steps, Wheeljack listened intently for any sign of them, hearing only the chatter of native fauna. Whoever they were... they were sneaky.

So sneaky in fact, that he nearly blew his cover. The wrecker all but threw himself behind a craggy outcropping of rock, peering around the opposing side as they continued their approach.

Feline in shape, the bot stood around the same height as his knee - a deployer perhaps? Regardless, that was a Con if he'd ever seen one.

At this point he knew he had two options. He could engage, or he could call it in and await orders. A smirk pulled at his scarred lip components. He never had been the patient type.

Cannon humming to life as he stepped into their path, Wheeljack chuckled in response to the snarled threat he received. "Nice night for a walk, innit?"

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Since returning to his host's side, Ravage rarely left the Nemesis. Soundwave was protective- rightfully so-, and Ravage's frame just wasn't what it used to be. After his near death experience that lead to the separation from his host on Cybertron, he never quite regained his full strength.

However, that didn't mean he was useless. On the contrary, in fact. Ravage could still perform his strong suit exceptionally well; that being his work as a spy. It helped that the Autobots were unaware of his existence.

He had been slinking back from a successful intel gathering mission when things went wrong. Wheeljack, as he was last informed by Laserbeak, was not supposed to be in the area. Apparently, things had changed. He froze at the glowing blaster aimed at his helm, a low growl ripping itself from his throat. "Back off," he snarled, red optics narrowing beneath the Soundwave-esc visor that covered most of his helm.

Flowers from Soundwave <3