So I've Been Working On A Small Game Project, I Doubt It's Gonna Stay That Name But Here's A Screenshot

Just a cute bikini for the cutest bat

She has been fully updated

Sneaky Peek at my new costume design

I have rigged her for animation, the chloe crab is real

So uh, I am kinda poggers at art

damn, thats a lot of people

okay so like, I randomly got a bunch of followers for a model that I don't even have the files to anymore. If you guys want me to like, post my newer stuff let me know? also I've been considering doing art streams for a while now, maybe y'all would like to see that? I'm theunluckyclover_ on twitch, in case that's a thing you wanna see. if I get to 20 followers I'll start live streaming again

with that being said, heres another model I made in the time since my last post

CONNECTION MADE

THE GODDESS OF DREAMS IS HERE

VENT POST: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Sorry to suddenly drop a serious post, but I have nowhere else to talk about this. I just took the statistics survey for The Trevor Project (Linked here: https://trevorredcap.trvr.org/surveys/?s=ARPMDR8AYPPW9XXC&nsli=V1ETx3Ef)

and it's just reminded me of how much i suffered due to my parents being awful people.

I'm a shell of the person I used to be, and I hate every bit of myself in ways that don't even make sense anymore. I've given up on basically all of my dreams because of the nagging voice of my parents in my head telling me how stupid it all is, how my happiness is a detriment to them because it's not making them happy. How my basic identity is a mistake, and how I'm wrong for existing.

I can't create anymore because I hate it all, I hate myself and I can't ever feel comfortable. I have no space that I belong in, I don't fit any defined label and no matter what I do I'll always be mediocre at best with it.

There is no moral, but I wish everyone a happy pride month and I'm hoping I can enjoy artfight next month.

Meet Kliment, The Silent Protector.

Kliment, Kli for short, is an escapee from a mental institution in Russia. As a teen he witnessed the ritual sacrifice of his father. Upon running to the police he was taken to an institute where he first dawned his Smiley Face mask. He no longer speaks, seeing it as a less optimal way of expressing his thoughts. He has made it his life's mission to help those who seek refuge from the cult that killed his father.

Not a render this time, but here's some stuff from a comission I got!