Depends on the game.Which characters don't have art yet, or which ones would you like to see get more? Getting back into a drawing mood and need some ideas!
There's also CoC2.There is a thread in the TiTs forum about missing busts you might check. I don't think there are many though, anymore. I'd recommend just going for characters you like personally, see what you can bring to them.
See, I wanna say Jill, but then you'd likely have to do Jack. How about the space warden though? (Does she still exist?)
Jack and Jill would be great (especially if they get glasses like they do in the Gats busts - I kind of have a thing for glasses). I don't think they have proper nude variants.
And of course, I am biased... But Yoma could always use more love.
Would love to see more Chaurmine busts (no bias on my part, of course)
Chaurmine is a saurmorian. Standing at approximately 8 feet, 6 inches tall by ancient imperial measurements and 2.6 meters in the more accepted metric system. He wears little, remaining topless, but wears tough tactical groin armor fitted for saurmorian use.
He has a thick and boxy reptilian face, covered in a tough, amber hide. Massive, incredibly heavy scales - a shiny metallic-silver - encase him from head to toe, virtually obscuring the underlying amber skin. His primal visage an example of rugged masculinity, he seems all the more bestial with his heavy scales guarding a massive jaw along his snout. His two eyes are solid pools of azure, each parted by a vertical slit for a pupil, his fiery gaze always seeming to sear through whatever he is focusing on. While hairless, his scales run extra thick along his jaw, over his head, neck and shoulders to cascade down his back and along his tail; as if mocking a more mammalian mane with metal scales. You assume he has ears, though you can’t see them. He has a black tongue, at first appearing canine, but a closer look reveals it to be wider and longer, as well as looking quite a bit softer. Three dangerous metal horns jut from his head; the two bigger horns starting at the back of his skull, the thick bases curving up along his head before protruding up just above his brows. The third one thrusting upwards from his nose.
He has a humanoid upper body with the usual torso, arms, hands, and fingers. While human in function and structure, his fingers are covered in scales like the rest of him, which continue to grow from his fingers in place of nails or claws. A thick, reptilian tail sways behind him towards the ground, weighed down by incredibly heavy scales sheathing its length. His muscular thighs hold up his stout, strapping build, accentuated by a brawny ass. Two bulky plantigrade legs extend below his waist, ending in wide and flat saurmorian feet, with four toes tipped with scale-claws.
He has beefy pecs, and a rock solid six pack. Both are shielded and reinforced by his thick scales. His form shows no signs of nipples.
Between his legs sits an equine-looking sheath. Though being wrapped in fine scales gives it a densely studded appearance and texture. When aroused, from this sheath comes his monstrous saurmorian cock; a ribbed, midnight black shaft that’s 14 inches long and 3.5 inches thick and ending in a bulging, blunted head. A churning, cum-packed sack with two apple-sized testes swings heavily below his primal shaft, the same deep amber shade as the rest of his skin, but much softer and silkier. You estimate each testicle to be about 13 inches around and 4 inches across.
He has one anus, placed between his hard cheeks where it belongs.
Would also love to see some Akane love
Akane is a human female, the boss of a crime syndicate in her early-to-mid 40’s at a guess. She stands at around 6’ in height - give or take an inch - with a slender, well-toned gymnasts frame. Currently, she sits with folded legs and a watchful eye on a ‘throne’ of sorts, one with a simplistic and authentic design. It’s made of real, dark brown wood and perfectly straight in all observable proportions with the only decoration being a red backrest.
Akane herself is anything but just an old piece of furniture, however.
Her face is structurally flat and perfectly symmetrical with high cheekbones and narrow eyes. Her skin is a gentle pale tone and only slightly affected by her age: some crow’s feet and the odd wrinkle. Old Terran definitions would have her placed as Eastern Asian, although such definitions are blurred in this day and age.
Her jet black hair is silky smooth, wavy and glossy and cut sharply to about chin length on her left side. Where you would expect hair follicles on the right side, there is a web of scar tissue consistent with cuts and lacerations going from her right ear down to her right collarbone. All of the healed-over marks are made of erratic, angular and deep looking patterns. Said ear seems surprisingly undamaged and appears to be modded into an elvish, pointed shape. Instead of one prong, there are three and they all have a slight upward flick towards the tips, making her right ear look ‘wing-like’.
Her eyes dart around you from time to time, as if sizing you up every few minutes. They’re colored a plain shade of black and give little away.
Aside a light application of crimson lipstick, she wears no makeup.
What draws your eyes more and more are her cybernetic augmentations. From elbow to fingertip and from knee to toe, sleek and seamless black replacements make up the rest of her limbs. They almost seem realistic, aside from the obvious joints and pivots. Instead of typical human feet and legs, her robo-limbs form pseudo-boots with angular arched heels about 4’’ high, giving her a stylish edge on top of pinpoint footing balance. When traversing, she moves with grace and precision; the added effect of the heels pushing her hips out with each step is just a small bonus.
In terms of outfit, Akane wears a short, sleeveless dress much like an ancient qipao. It’s made of thin silver fabric and patterned with pink and red dragonic designs. On top of that is a short, black leather jacket cut at the diaphragm, the sleeves only extending to her prosthetic elbows. The end effect would normally make one believe she was wearing long gloves.
Underneath all this, her body is slender but not slim, detailed with muscle but built more like a gymnast or acrobat. A mild amount of ab detail shines through her thin dress, although little else does.
Her chest barely seems to reach a B-cup and her jacket adds modesty. Although some natural curve exists on her, she is on the lanky side of things.
You have a glance over her folded legs, thinking about what feminine allurement lies in between... only to have her own gaze intercept yours with an unflinching and knowing stare.
And lastly Eimear