Nanobot said:Me neither. I had to make her into a desktop wallpaper. I think she might become a figment, oh dear!
And I was thinking of Jim's pinup challenge, to do it fast. Yep, that was it.
Mavrosh said:Thank you! <3
Totally forgot, that I have another one of this guy, getting rid of his headdress... being a true (undead) King, the crown is always the last thing to get removed for a bath... :)
GRIM said:I thought I'd show a few of the pieces I am doing for the ezine- just remember, I only posted this on a closed board so no sharing. ;) I'm sharin' wif mah peeps only.
dylazuna said:Have been busy producing a calendar of Pilates poses inspired by the Toe Socks adverts of Jaspar Johan. This is my favourite render, March - the Criss Cross.
It was an interesting and challenging exercise getting the genesis figure into the various poses. Some looked more natural than others, mainly I think due to the limitations of getting flesh to look fleshy/floppy :)
Thanks, Raet! I greatly appreciate that. :)
Celtic- Unicorn? O.o Hm. I wonder. TOMORROW. I can't piddle now, it's a quarter after midnght!
I did this as a spontaneous art trade with Mav- Baptiste. Titled: Get Out. Blurb below!
Every once in a while a man needs company. Depending on the reason, it would be short or long lived company. Tonight, however, it was short.
"We're done here. Get your sh*t and get out." His hand slid along his neck to work a kink out that had started to make the muscle twitch with a glance in the direction of his "company". "Don't leave anything behind, it will get trashed."
The glare went ignored while he slipped into the indoor pool at one of his properties in the upper end of the city. He had a few; no need for anyone to know exactly *where* he lived at any given time. "Will I see you again?" The question came from his left while his company gathered their sh*t.
"No. There's no need."
He sank into the water and leaned against the edge of the pool while the other person muttered under their breath- something about being a d*ck, blah, blah, blah.
His lips twisted into a smirk as his head tipped back to rest the back of his skull against the edge of the pool. "You have five minutes until the doors lock. If you miss the deadline, I'll put a bullet in that blow-hole of yours."
In other words...
Get. Out.
Another blurb in Baptiste's ...day(s)? *Snicker* Tell me when you get sick of this guy, will ya?
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The cell lay silent on the 'work table' that he leaned on, silent and introspective after the last few day's events. Baptiste's previous 'company' long gone, the man was left with that silence and his thoughts. Not always a good thing.
The collection of books and odds and ends littered the table having not been shelved after their last use, but at least the tools had been cleaned. The man could not stand to have remains of 'work' have his tools corrode. Blood can be caustic if it wasn't cleaned properly.
The bot parts had been sold, as he figured, rather quickly on the black market. That shipment gone and another on its way left Baptiste with time to spare. The sigh broke the silence before he finished off his wine- a left over perk from a previous heist he couldn't even enjoy.
Perhaps it was time to simply troll the streets and see what there is to dig up. His decision made, the goblet was put onto the table with the rest of the collection (another artifact he procured from a previous deal- the poor anthropologist that 'lost' it lost more than that during that job) he shoved away from the table to pad barefoot toward the master bedroom and dress.
Baptiste bored is a dangerous thing.
It was time to go to hit up a few places known for adventure.
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