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... Ambris had a sex change. Let's see if anyone notices. This little son-of-a-bitch sat unfinished in my temp folder for close to a year, waiting for FIFTEEN MINUTES of shading to be done to him. Finally I gave in, yanked him up, slapped on those blue highlights, and he was done. A year. For that. Sheeeeee-it. Anyway, yo, that's Ambris. He's about fifty or so. He just likes looking like that because he's an evil evil bastard who likes to fuck with people, and looking like you're twelve and being a sex magician will do that nicely. Ambris and Severus do not get along. At all. This picture needs a background. It's not going to get one, because frankly, I'm too mad at it to do any more work on it. GET OUT OF MY TEMP FOLDER, AMBRIS. He has really good feet, though, and the planes of his back came out fairly nicely. And I like his little innocent face. Who, me? Wanking? Noooo. Anyway, this picture, while not done, is done anyway. Because GRARGH SO TIRED OF IT. |