/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>46936679
It's not Akipo's Benjamin plant incident that the members and the MCs are worried about. It's Akipo herself. She's already trying to deal with herself on the daily.

>>46934841
It's cuter, imo, if it goes the other way:
>She's worried she's going to slash you to pieces
>You're worried you're going to chip her
It focuses on each person being concerned for the other's wellbeing rather than their own.

>>46934762
>you're worried she's going to slash you to pieces
>she's worried you're going to chip her
>dates constantly interrupted by ocelomehs that want to turn her into a macuahuitl

taso is worried that rise is setting up flags

taso worried since her pc is giving errors in the background

taso wants to reach marie already since she's extra worried

kanaoji wants to investigate yukiko's figure since she's worried about something

>>46923907
I just asked a question, it was not an attempt at making him not draw what he wants. If he prefers to appeal to the masses, since he was worried about that in the first place, it's a step he can take to make it more "palatable" for the average autist that would get angry at something like that. That being said I don't think it's a valid reason to start insulting people, but I also dislike the mountains of porn with generic, bald, faceless men, it's lame.

>>46924279
This has nothing to do with anything here. First anon drew his self insert OC fucking the 2hus but realizes people will most likely not like that. Some anons suggested erasing the faces, then this other dude I'm replying to became angry, implying we are twisting the first Anon's creativity, which is undeserved but understandable.
Here comes you. Being a sarcastic retard and implying he will have no progress over the years despite the discussion having nothing to do with his art's quality. Then you start having a schizo meltdown about "drawGODS". Go back to /v/.

>>46919078
Renka is an example of a member who got her shot in senbatsu and she is also 20 years old. She isn't worried about being dropped in Unders, whereas Genki accepted her fate.

I think she's just worried that you're thinking about raping her again

Noel is worried about the declining birthrate in japan but won't help

>>46917026
>>46917035
Very nice. Was worried she wouldn't play this since she has played it before.

>>46916275
MSC smells a bit sweet, it's similar to the smell of spray paint. Kinda fruity, banana-y or mango-y but in an artificial chemically way. You'll know if you do smell it. I sprayed a couple times with an n95 and a scarf over my face and got a couple small whiffs so I got a proper 3m mask and don't smell it at all now. It shouldn't have any scent once it's dried, and even if it's landed on you and flakes off that's not really an issue - the dangerous part is the stage when it's aerosolized. If you're worried, keep the mask on for a few minutes or so after you've sprayed to make sure it's not in the air anymore. You should try to not get it directly on your skin as a general rule but it's fine if some mist lands on you from the cloud that comes out. You should wait at least 15-20 minutes between coats, ideally 30 or more since it can dissolve itself if it's not dried enough before the next coat. You shouldn't need more than a couple layers for a base layer and one between layers for your painting. 45% is fine, just don't go over 70%, ideally below 60%. If you do too many coats it might start to get cloudy or crack, so try to keep it under 8 or so.

I open my eyes, then blink repeatedly.

The world ahead is water and fog, foggy water and humid fog, both stretching much further than what I can see. I blink again, trying to breathe, yet nothing comes; hands touch my chest; it doesn't go up and down anymore. With broad eyes, I then notice my clothes: barefoot and a white yukata, only that. The yukata's collar is a reverse 'Y'…

“I'm dead.” I mumble to myself.

“Ho…” A familiar whistle calls my attention and what once was an infinite river—the Sanzu—is now but a small water crossing, cherry blossoms letting their petals fall on the waters and gravel margins as the fog subsides just a little, revealing a simple wooden boat moored to the ground by rope and… An oar stabbed into the earth. “Not everyone notices it so fast; mostly happens when they see me.” The voice was from the person perfectly balancing herself on top of the oar, crouching and holding a scythe over her shoulder—a big frame for a woman and hair the color of strawberries—looking at me from above. “Hello…” Komachi Onozuka hums. “… again, Keine Kamishirasawa~”

Again…? Why is the shinigami—

“Man, you gave me a bunch of work that day, y'know? There were so many feral souls to dispose of—sheesh.” She shrugs, swathing off a petal that fell on top of her nose. “Still, it's okay for you to not remember. Death is as remarkable as your name—and yours wasn't when your time arrived; I wonder if that's how you slipped right beneath my nose.” She leaps off the oar and lands in front of me, growing to her full height—a menacing half-head taller than me. She laughs. “… Or maybe because I was napping, but don't tell Eiki that~”

All I can react with is utter confusion. What's she talking about? 'Escaping beneath her nose'…?

As the seconds of thought come and go, clarity soon sparks like fireworks: death… No, no, this cannot be! Aki and Mochi need both their parents; it's my responsibility for adopting them! The revolution cannot work without me; it'll crumble and disappear without consolidation! Who knows what will become of its ashes? I promised hope for the children of Gensokyo—for those that suffer and aren't helped by shrine maidens!

To die like this, to just accept…

—Everything stops. Suddenly, my body is not my own anymore.

“Don't fight it.” Komachi's voice reaches me, vigilant. “I should've done this that day, but controlling spirits just after suddenly awakening…? Not really viable,” she yawns, tapping the back of the scythe repeatedly against her shoulder. “Eh, guess I shouldn't be worried—history has shown that when the Sanzu swallows something, it never lets go… Still, just to be sure.” My legs walk towards the rowboat, Komachi watching like a hawk, mind slowly draining out any thought as if some type of hypnosis. I tried fighting, but the flame inside was constantly and rapidly assaulted by snow that damped and sapped life off anything, leaving in its wake a mere corpse… “Who'd have thought?” She muses. “Many have tried, and I've grown bored by their attempts. You gave me a scare once, but in the words this poet Kasen knew, ugh… They really fit this situation, but, um…” I barely register she's speaking, struggling dearly against becoming like that frozen corpse.

It was futile to fight the world and protect those two little babies; anyone in possession of a functional brain knows; only death waits, sooner or later.

“Eh, it doesn't matter. Just know one thing, Kamishirasawa: Death always catches up~”

History has shown time and time again…

My feet hit the wood, about to climb onto the boat, Komachi already having climbed, oar in her other hand, a lazy trepidation lingering in her mulberry eyes.

The Sanzu was the shortest I'd ever seen.

… But history is never written in stone.

I stop.

“… For fuck's sake.” She desperately tries to row the boat to the other margin, the other hand releasing the oar and trying to pull me inside—

That corpse is not Keine Kamishirasawa.

—the boat rocks as, with an abrupt pounding headache, I kick her away from me and fall back onto land, tripping and rolling on the gravel, everything inside of me shaking with agonizing pain.

Rage is hot and nigh impossible to hold beneath my skin, knuckles closing as my eyes meet Komachi's; she'd lost her smile, clutching to the scythe with tenacity—a sight to behold: Gensokyo's most notorious slacker, furious…

Around us, the rosy petals litter an arena of soft gravel, the Sanzu—an ocean again—eerily silent, though shadows of unfathomable size lurk right beneath the waters.

With deep breaths, I push myself up. “Komachi-san, I know Gensokyo wouldn't work without you to guide the souls of those that died, and I'm very sorry for being a nuisance…” Hurting still, I take a powerful tug on the yukata and, with a tearing sound, rip the inverted collar and let the frayed white cloth hang on the obi; my breasts are, gladly, wrapped in bandages, so I'm not entirely torso-nude. “… But I fear I must postpone my death just once more.”

>>46904865
>the nicest smell I've encountered to date
so it's not just me
I thought I was going crazy with how good my catdoll smells lol

>hands aren't articulated at all
they should be, they might just be really tight.
catdoll.us sent me this photo earlier as I'm trying to repair some loose connections in my doll. The thumb should curve in towards the palm at the knuckle, and all the fingers should have their appropriate joints.
in my doll:
the left thumb has come disconnected at either the midpoint or knuckle
the ring fingers on either hand move up and down freely when they shouldn't
pinky fingers move side to side freely when they shouldn't
otherwise it works seemingly as intended, if kinda poorly (hard to manipulate, always worried i'm going to poke them through the finger)
>I chose tight skeleton in the order form
I got regular, might be why your hands are so hard to manipulate
personally I'm concerned that the left hip/leg joint seems to be getting tighter over time rather than looser...

agreed on the cunny sculpts, they're nigh-perfect

>>46904624
>>46904657
>Jpop
It probably doesn't fit my taste because it is European pop. I'm not trying to complain, just worried. I still expect the next single will be good like the last one was.

Japanese women look very nice but I'm worried they don't have souls

Airiin doesn’t have a very good singing voice, I’m worried.

>>46888488
Koishi is worried her sister won't find a husband herself, so she's helping out!

How would you go about getting a succ wife? I'm worried they won't have any left - I won't settle for a lim.

She's worried about her appearance and nails, and fights in big poofy dresses despite them inhibiting her mobility.

I'm more worried about not getting michael and being at 0 rolls for wedding, swimsuit nero, and the future claudette/nadia

>>46889288
I'll be honest I don't use construction much except for specific things which I know I have trouble with, but it was a mistake on my part.

>do you stylize the pelvis this small?
It wasn't something that crossed my mind while drawing it, actually I don't think have I ever worried too much about this before, so it's nice to know, the perspective kind of tricked me I guess. The references I got for the pose also had a noticeable bigger pelvis than the ribcage so I just fucked up in the observation of the figure. Also the arm was kind of improvised so thanks for that too

Thanks a lot for the redline though. I really appreciate it. The previous attempt had a sort of uncanny-ness to it and I think it does look better now. I'll make a mental notice to be careful about this in the future.

>>46887500
-Anon-

Anon and Ran sucked behind a corner as rapid foot steps approached them in the dim lighting of the maze like corridors of the former Hakurei Shrine experience, another group of otters no doubt.

The corridor they’ve ducked into is dark, almost barren of light and ends abruptly, the only source of cover other than the darkness of the corder being a lone door along the wall the pair have pressed themselves up against.

“Hey I think I saw someone.” Ran and Anon held their breath as they crept slowly along the wall of the corridor, inching closer to a door and trying to not arouse the attention of the otters.

“Ugh, HEY ANYONE THERE!” A louder, brash voice called around the corner. Ran and Anon instantly recognized it, Son Biten. The weird monkey who told barefaced lies with a straight face, and the only individual stronger than Yacchie within the ranks of the Kiktesu

Ran and Anon stepped lightly over the floor, ducking into the doorway as they heard Biten’s loud voice round the corner.

The room was sparse, with only a few disused storage cabinets, likely used for holding supplies for the festival, but now laid barren and unlikely to ever see use again. As the softly closed the door behind them, Anon was blinded into darkness, only Ran’s youkai sense to guide the in it’s total pitch blackness.

They heard a smaller voice, masculine but worn with age and meek. Although they couldn’t make out what it said over the sound of claws and shoes as they tapped across the floor..

Anon and Ran heard the footsteps getting closer. “I told you, no one’s here, even the old man doesn’t think so.”

“So, he’s a human, what does he know?” The small chittering voice of an otter responded, the footsteps grew closer to the door.

“Here…” Ran said, opening the dresser on the far side of the room for her and Anon, still carrying Chen, to climb into.

“Anon…” Ran squeezed his arm as they heard the footsteps approaching the room's door. Pressing herself against the inside of the dresser.
Anon returned to her a look of reassurance masking worry as he held Chen in his arms.
The footsteps were coming closer.

-Seija and Goro-

“Huh?” Biten’s ears twitched as she turned away from the dresser and back towards the open door. The otter and old man accompanying flinched as they saw the figure creeping into the room.

In the pitch blackness Seija stood creeping into the doorway, her eyes glinting red as she stared down Biten. Behind her an unassuming and worried looking man.

“Seija!” the man chided, grabbing onto his wife’s shoulder and tanking her back before affixing a smile and turning to Biten. “Ah, Biten sorry to be so sudden, but have you seen Ran and Anon, we’re looking for them.”

Biten spun her staff in one hand and stalked towards Goro and Seija, forcing them to back up and out of the door. “Hmm, well I don't know about that.” Stepping out of the door and into the hallway, Goro’s smile became strained and Seija’s hand went words her side pouch, doubtless containing some tool. “But what I do know is that someone's been taking out members of our family, and right now you're our enemy.”

Biten’s staff extended, cutting into and through the walls of the HSE. “So I can only ask you to resist and try to beat be the best you can.”

Seija drew her red Scissor blade, and silver blue dagger.