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Wizkids Froghemoth as SPACE BEAST, plus some Midlam squidbeasts


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Thank you everyone for the good words! I'm happy you like the big fella (ladyfella? it's hard to tell with frog monsters).
 

11 hours ago, Iridil said:

That coloring is... so... creepy! A++ Lots of loving detail and smooth blending and slickness to the skin - wow!

 

16 hours ago, aku-chan said:

Nice blending on the skin!

Thanks! And y'all are good judges of color and skin tone, so that means a lot!
I played around with an airbrush and mixing colors right in the pot. Toyed with making it just whites and pinks but that was too distressing to look at.  

22 hours ago, haldir said:

Absolutely love that first pic. Great work!

I appreciate it! Eyes were a bit of a happy accident, especially that central one. 

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