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Above pic made by Buford, I just stole it as a thread image.
I still have to make an effective way of calculating their height in cm.
Does this count? Dark elf version of
"Demon princess" Delilah is having a hard time meeting "Catholic school" Delilah.
She found an intelligent cursed magic wand that made her believe it would grant her powers but instead it read her personality and fears and permanently transformed her into the most embarassing magical girl outfit she could possibly imagine, something only a bizarro version of herself would ever even consider wearing.
It's permanent in the sense that the cursed wand controls the transformation and not her so she can't dispel it unless the wand allows it.
She'd just go through the transformation sequence again if she tried to cover up. The wand is a troll, though, and would give her a false sense of security that she's safe covering up at least the first time she tried it by reverting her hair back to her normal non-magical hair color and waiting until she's out in a public space around other people to redo the transform, like during class or walking down a crowded street for maximum humilation.
According to the wand there is a way out of the curse, which by possessing it she would be aware of due to the mental link it formed with her. Knowing her fears, it chose the worst thing she could think of. It explained that all she has to do to be free is to be witnessed masturbating to the point of achieving orgasm by all of her classmates while in their presence.
What it didn't say is that it just wants to see if she will do it and that it has nothing to do with breaking the curse.
I've been using slider = height - 100cm when legs and torso are 50, but it ends up like this. The biggest one is more than 3 inches too short and the smallest one is an inch too tall if the chart is at 79/582.
They meet their alternate selves from another board.
Sounds like a great one of those CYOA stories in the ENF thread. I approve as well.
To contribute, have a ninja.
Awesome work! Gifs are hard to do and I never bothered trying anything more complex than this. I'm not sure I'd know where to start to get all the timing and stuff right.
Part 2 of Angie's ENF story at
Having satisfied her carnal urges for now, Angie chose to avoid any more close calls by waiting out the rest of the day in the unused
classroom until nightfall. She still had no idea how she would talk her way out of having skipped class and if she would need to explain
the discovered uniform, but her larger problem now was getting out of the school and finding her way home as she was still only clad in
shoes and socks. Her first order of business was to try to find her confiscated clothing, which most likely had been taken to the teachers' office. However, at this late hour she would be free to roam the building and now would be a perfect time to investigate good hiding spots for the next time she wanted to try this during the day. "Angie," she thought to herself, "you know that you will do this again so let's be better prepared next time."
After scouting the club rooms to see if any of her clothing had been left undiscovered to no avail, she entered the darkened stairwell where
she had almost been caught unawares by the student council a few hours ago. "I never did actually go up to the roof," she thought as the
day's events replayed in her mind. There was only one exit to the roof via this particular set of stairs with no alternate escape route, so
now would be the safest time to explore without fear of detection as the building should be empty until morning. She felt her nipples tense at she closed her eyes and imagined the feeling of the cool night air on her bare skin while viewing the campus from on high like a queen surveying her realm.
Being late autumn, the drop in temperature after dusk was more than she had bargained for and the excursion to the roof was not as pleasant as she had expected it to be. The stiff breeze over the building with no windbreak was more than her bare skin could endure for any
extended period of time, but she drank in the view over the darkened campus for as long as she could withstand the cold. Shivering from the wind, she headed back to the stairs and to the comforting heat of the school building.
While traversing the stairs downward suddenly the fluorescent lamps of the stairwell flickered to life indicating a presence in the building, causing her to almost make a sound at the unexpected shock. Covering her mouth reflexively, she listened carefully after regaining her composure to hear what appeared to be the sounds of sweeping and the rolling of casters underneath a garbage can at the far end of the club room hall. Not thinking clearly, she immediately made her way down the stairs past the first floor and headed to the basement.
Taking a look around the grungy basement, stale air hanging with the ashy smell of the garbage incinerator and the chemical odor of cleaning products, it dawned on her that this was one of the poorest locations to have attempted to escape. Firstly, it was simply an unpleasant location as the damp concrete stench and grittiness underneath her shoes could attest. Secondly, she was attempting to evade the custodial staff by going to the one location they could be guaranteed to visit. Hiding behind water damaged boxes of old textbooks in this gray hell was not a pleasant prospect, and the only door to try - most likely only a mop closet or supply room - being locked left her but with one option. The only way out was back up the single set of stairs.
Sneaking quickly back onto the first floor, she peeked around the corner to the hallway. Having seen no one, nor heard any sounds in the immediate vicinity, she made a beeline for the teachers' office. By sheer luck, the door had been left unlocked by one of the janitors who had recently made their rounds. Looking over the desks and in the drawers in a frenzy yet finding nothing, she leaned up against the
adjoining door to the principal's office and sighed. Out of the corner of her eye she spied a small box containing green fabric through the
window of the door. Her uniform! It had been folded neatly and placed in the lid of a box of copier paper, and it was within striking
distance on a chair by the principal's desk. Her elation at this discovery fell to terror as she felt the resistance of the door handle against its lock and the revelation that the hall pass she had used was also in the box... class number side up. She staggered away from
the unmoving door, the fear of tomorrow morning's events playing in various permutations in her mind, and she shook her head violently to break the chain of thought. "Now's not the time Angie! I'll think of something later!", she yelled at herself silently as the next option was to fall back on her plan from earlier in the day - retrieving her gym uniform. Formulating an explanation now was not a priority; getting clothed and making it home was paramount.
Pushing the bar of a an exit door as quietly as possible, she stepped out into the cool night breeze. Instinctively clutching her arms at the sudden chill, she felt her nipples hardening again as goose bumps formed over her pale skin. Stopping for a moment to overcome the
shiver that struck her, she looked forward and jogged across the campus towards the gym under cover of darkness. The night air of near-
winter was both exhilarating and mildly unpleasant as the cold made her stiffened nipples ache slightly.
To her infinite relief the gym entrance leading to the girls' locker room, although locked, had been left slightly ajar and as such could
simply be pulled open. Toggling the light switch, her spirits were once again dampened as she stared at the lockers and realized she had made a rather stupid mistake. She felt as if fate was mocking her as she just now considered that her locker required a key, and her key was still in her school bag. Where was her bag? Sitting down on a bench to collect her thoughts, she attempted to piece together its last known location. Was it still in the classroom? Or maybe... was her bag in the teachers' office and she had not noticed it in her frantic search for clothes - maybe her teacher had dropped it off there after she abandoned class? Quickly exiting the gym to run back to the main building, she stopped dead as she spied a figure with a broom locking the same door she had used to escape, preventing any further entry.
The gravity of her predicament had not really cemented itself in her mind until she heard the loud snap of the gym door swinging shut and latching behind her. Turning with a start, she grasped at the handle but all of her efforts at budging it were futile. Alone, outside, cold and naked, her heart sank as her home and warm bed felt like it was a thousand miles away. Having lost access to both buildings, her eyes darted back and forth as she tried to come up with any kind of solution until finally settling on the gate beyond the track in front of the main building. No... that was too much!
"NO! I can't possibly walk all the way home like THIS!"
Knowing that there was essentially no other option left to her, she was forced to resign herself to her fate. Tears welled up in her eyes as she slowly began the walk that would take her along populated streets all the while her body was fully exposed to both the frigid air and any onlookers she might happen across. The extreme likelihood of being spotted on the way home both excited and utterly frightened her, but hiding outside on campus all night naked in the cold didn't solve the problem either. At least she would have darkness as an ally on the trip home.
After a few minutes of walking and pondering her situation she straightened up proudly and wiped her eyes. The uncomfortableness of the situation and her girlish modesty at odds with her exhibitionistic fantasies, her subconscious desires began to win the battle. "Angie, you know you want this... You've been secretly wanting to do something like this but you just didn't have the courage. What did you do today? It was amazing, wasn't it? Nothing can be more exciting than having no safety net." Her confidence growing after the attempt at convincing herself she actually wanted to do this all along, she cupped her tender breasts with her hands for a moment to warm her stiff nipples and walked directly out the front gate onto the sidewalk, her bare form glowing in the illumination from the street lamp. Treating the street light as if it were a stage spotlight, she struck a pose as she imagined a theater full of admirers gazing over her.
"Why should I feel ashamed for being cute? If anyone sees me THEY should consider themselves lucky that I allowed them the privilege!"
I usually start piecing together stories based on what background images from games/VNs I have collected so that the illustration matches the story, so that's the only real limiting factor. Have anything in particular in mind?
The writing part is really just secondary as I don't think I'm a particulary amazing writer, but I like to add some context for what is going on in the picture. Give me an idea what you want and I'll see what I can put together; don't expect an immediate turnaround as it does take some time to construct the pics and stories.
Oops, I made a typo in the post - this link was actually part 1:
Part 2 is the posts that are above in this thread.
>sage for no image content
I should get around to actually doing that challenge instead of doing this fanfaggotry.
You didn't say mirror selves, you didn't say opposite universe selves. Nope, you said bizarro selves.
This one was pretty obvious.
I've been editing the main SWF of the offline version and managed to remove the FileLoadError text in the top corner (when loading with a standalone swf player).
Now I just need to make it into a standalone exe (with all extra swf files included.) If I had a cracked version of SWFkit I could do it.
Angie's ENF adventure part 3
Having been walking along the streets for over a half hour in only her socks and shoes, Angie had finally begun acclimate to the temperature. One thing was beginning to pain her, however - her stomach was protesting having not eaten since lunchtime. Debating on stopping by a store to grab a snack, the one issue being her wallet was in her school bag that was now locked away in the school. Hah! Money. As if that would be a problem. She was sure that after one good look at her any part-timer schoolboy would give away half the store to keep her from leaving. It'd definitely work on them, she thought, but there was always the chance that the clerk could be a grumpy granny or some total bitch high school girl. She didn't see anyone milling about through the windows of the nearest shop, so she moved in for a closer look.
As she eyed the snack items on the shelves through the glass door, she noted the shop stood apparently empty. The overhead lights were on, the glass tubes of the "OPEN" sign still glowed red, but there was no trace of human presence aside from an open magazine on the counter by the register. Perhaps the clerk had gone to visit the restroom? That would just make this easier!
"I'll only take the things I need," she thought, in an attempt to justify her shoplifting. Watching for any presence in the store, she snatched a couple snack items and made her way back to the exit. Her curiosity was piqued, however, when she passed a display of disposable cameras. Sure, why not? What this day needed was documentation! Slipping a camera off the rack, she took one look back as she heard a toilet flush and sped out the door.
Having eaten her ill-gotten snacks, Angie decided that walking the whole way would just take too long and she would take her usual train instead. Surely it was late enough that the last train would be running soon. Most likely there would be no passengers, but if there were any they would be too drunk to care. Spotting occasional movement from the corner of her eye, she suspected that there were people spying her as she waited patiently at the platform, and she felt a warm tingle at the thought of being watched.
Almost disappointed at entering an empty car, she took a seat and sprawled out; this was not something she could usually do on the train at her typical time due to the number of passengers during rush hour. An unintelligible squawk came from the loudspeaker as the doors slit shut, locking her in her own personal cage. The rumble of the wheels as the train began to move sent a vibration through her seat, and the warm tingle from before cried out to be touched.
Angie felt no reason to deny herself, being alone in the train car. She licked her fingers and slid her hand between her legs encountering the warm moistness that had been forming since she felt she was being watched on the platform. She stroked lightly at the inner lips of her tender folds with her fingertips, eyes widening as they inched lower and pushed deep inside. Angie's eyes glazed over as she curled the fingers hidden inside herself until they were sufficiently coated with her honey, and she let out a held breath as she slipped them free from their tight bond. Sliding them higher between her petals, fingers orbiting her tender bud before attacking it directly, her mind went numb as they did their work brilliantly almost as if to apologize for this afternoon's earlier failure. Reaching higher and higher as the train picked up speed, her body became magic and all thoughts fled her mind as her vision flashed to white and she involuntarily let out a cry of ecstasy.
Shuddering and breathing erratically from the sensory explosion, she slowly lifted glistening fingers from her freshly polished pearl and placed them to her lips as if to enjoy her own nectar as a dessert after that most delightful course.
As the colors and lights came back into focus, Angie jerked reflexively as if having been struck by lightning. The door to the next car had been slid open loudly, and two figures made a stumbling entrance. One of them was a typical sight for this late night train - a middle-aged man drunk to the point of stupor - and the other was almost as common, a young girl in a way-too-formal dress for a train ride acting as his companion.
Given the type of typical passenger at this hour and the youth of the girls often seen with them, one could almost guarantee that there was money or other favors exchanging hands in return for this companionship. This encounter, however, was not one that was expected - and Angie used quick thinking to ready her stolen camera to capture this rather advantageous turn of events. It's not every day that you see the principal of the school drunk to the point of passing out while being escorted by a dolled-up student officer!
Rapidly snapping photos, Angie was spotted quickly due to the sound of the camera's shutter. The photographic subject released and let drop the drunken principal, who promptly blacked out in a crumpled heap by the door. Stunned at being photographed in a compromising state as well as her paparazzi being almost entirely naked, her mind simply did not register the situation. Angie lowered the camera, and with a devious smirk on her face addressed the shocked figure.
"Hey Xiu Mei. It looks like you've got a little problem there."
Not knowing what to make of the situation, Xiu Mei dropped halfway to the floor before catching herself. Looking up, she saw what she believed she had seen before - a young girl about her own age with hair tied up in twin tails holding a camera... wearing only shoes and socks.
"What... what the hell? Who are you?! You're uh... you're NAKED!"
"And you're not. I have a minor issue at the moment regarding that, and you might be able to fix it. See, I took a lot of photos of you with that man there, who happens to be the principal of my school - and yours, coincidentally - and unlike you, I DO know who you are, Fang Xiu Mei... it would be a shame for you to have your name and photos plastered everywhere as the girl who was doing little favors for the principal in exchange for... well, whatever you were doing this for. I wonder, is that how you got to be an officer? A little vote rigging?"
"No, it's not like that!"
"Maybe not... but do you think anyone else will care? I'd assume it HAS to for be something, geez, I can smell the beer from here and you know he's like old, right? Ugh. That's just gross. Okay getting to the point - I have a proposition for you... See, I need you to do a little thing for me. This can all go away if you do exactly as I say. That dress you've got on is looking pretty good right now."
"I... I'm n-n-not into girls, please don't make me do-"
"What? No - how did... ugh, never mind. Not my thing either. That's not what I meant. Looks good right now - as in, it's clothes. Take it off."
"Huh?! No way!"
"It's not like I'm asking you to take off your underwear, I certainly don't want that. Just the dress."
"But I'm not wearing a bra!"
"Oh hey - neither am I."
Xiu Mei slowly slipped out of her dress as she sat in a pathetic lump in the floor of the car, exposing her bare breasts and girly pink panties. Crying as she tossed it at Angie, she shuffled back against the wall of the car next to the blacked-out principal. Angie pulled the dress over her head and had to pull hard to fasten it as it was incredibly tight in the chest. It could work in a pinch, but it was certainly not comfortable.
"But anyway, I do have something I need you to do for me. The principal there has a box in his office with a girl's uniform-"
Xiu Mei sniffled, "A girl's uniform? The one Yuki found?"
"Yeah. It's mine. It needs to never be mentioned outside of your little group, where you found it, that it was mine, anything. Or that we even had this conversation. Given the state of sweet prince here and the story these photos tell, he could even be pegged as a pervert for keeping that in his office, so it also might be in his best interest to get rid of it and forget he ever saw it. I'm sure you can be convincing. I'm guessing getting fired for relations with a student isn't high on the old priority list."
The train began to slow to a stop as the announcer declared the last stop before ending service for the night. Exiting the train and leaving the half naked crying mess in the floor with her drunk old man, Angie felt a huge sense of relief that all of her problems were finally fully in hand. Feeling constricted, she promptly yanked the undersized dress over her head and tossed it into a garbage can. It was too small and uncomfortable, and it really wasn't her style. Besides, she still had a long walk left to get home...
First idea when I saw this challenge.
I haven't been here in awhile. So here's one of my favorite girls.
No story on this one, I like playing around with her so I just ended up making a sequence of Angie getting up in the morning and getting dressed for school.
OH YEAH, BUDDY? WELL THAt hurts my feelings ):
Here, have her slutty friend.
I didn't mean this, but this happened quite accidentally. I think 4chan is broken. the link just doesnt want to close.
I'm not sure yet what kind of ENF hell I'd want to send her through, and how exactly story-wise to go about getting her out of her clothes. Angie was sorta to mostly to fully okay with running around naked all day, but Xiu Mei is not and this situation scares the bejesus out of her so she'd try to cover up as much as possible. Angie is way easier as she just tosses her clothes off and is all like WITNESS ME, or at least until someone almost does and then she's like NO I DIDN'T MEAN IT! She likes the idea of being caught, but not the potential consequences. Having photographic dirt on the principal changed the balance of power so getting caught naked on the train still left her with the upper hand.
The first thing Xiu Mei would do is take one of her gloves and tie it into a makeshift top at least. Beyond that, I got nothing right now.
Time's running out - it looks Xiu Mei is going to have to exit and make a break for it because there's no way this situation can have a satisfactory explanation! So you're telling me that a naked girl stole your clothes? Who would believe that?
Before going on a concert tour make sure you're familiar with both how to hit high notes and also sing in a natural dialect.
There's STILL no options for multiple horns? That would be such a great feature. In fact, the entire ears/wings/horns etc tab should be converted into what the hair and accessories tab became.
Xiu Mei ducked quickly out of the train car doors before the railway officer could notice her appearance; besides, he would be occupied with the drunk mess that was the principal asleep in the floor.
Ducking down an alleyway into a housing area, she encountered one of the last things she would want to see - a couple punks hanging out smoking and having beers. What made this even worse was that one of these punks was a girl with candy red dyed hair by the name of Alice; Xiu Mei had been instrumental in getting new three-strike school rules passed by the student council that led to expulsion for the year for students caught fighting three times. Alice was not a bad student, grade-wise, but she was a bit of a brawler - and Xiu Mei's rule got her booted.
Alice's friend heard Xiu Mei attempting to sneak by, and she didn't hesitate to announce her presence.
"Well lookie here, what the fuck we got goin' on? Some Chinese bitch all painted up like a 'ho. What up with that outfit? You do some sucky sucky me love you long time and dude kicked yo' ass to the curb?"
"Whoa whoa wait a minute, that ain't just some skanky-ass bitch, that that's fuckin' goody two-shoes Jujube or Zoomy or whatever the fuck her name is got my ass expelled."
"Well shit then, want to have some fun?"
"Hells yeah, fuck this bitch up!"
Outnumbered two to one, and not being able to run at any speed in heels, Xiu Mei was quickly caught by the duo. Yanking Xiu Mei's hair, Alice dragged her unwillingly back down the alleyway. The threat of her friend's spring baton deterred Xiu Mei from trying anything to escape.
"All right, so you done got yourself all alone and half dressed in our neighborhood, bitch. You gotta pay some toll or some shit for fucking 'round on out turf. You also owe me for having to repeat a year an' shit 'cause fuck dat. We gonna make yo' skank ass pay fo' dat shit."
"Please... ple... please don't h-h-h-urt me..."
"Shut the fuck up bitch. We ain't gonna rough you up too much unless you don't do what I say. I got plans for you. Take all that shit off!"
"You understand the words that be comin' out my mouth? I said take all that shit off, jewelry, everything. That shit is mine now. You don't want no stitches you bes' do what I say. I bet them shoes be some expensive designer-ass shit."
"... the shoes... okay... but why... why everything else..?"
"Bitch, you do it an' don't ask no questions. Yo Mel, go run in the house an' grab some rope."
After a couple slaps to the face to get her to comply, now naked Xiu Mei's hands were tied behind her back and a second rope was tied around her neck, leashing her like a dog. Alice snapped a couple pics wither her phone, and yanked the rope to get her to stand up. Xiu Mei began to protest as she was led back towards the train platform, but the constant threat of Mel's spring baton made her keep moving despite her extreme reluctance to do so.
Mel handed off the baton to Alice, as this was her show after all. Alice tied the naked Xiu Mei to a pillar at the platform with extra rope she had brought for just this purpose with an evil grin on her face.
"Oh buck up. You'll only have to wait a few hours for sunrise. Crowds start showing up about 15 minutes before the 6 AM train."
With that, Alice let out a hearty laugh and collapsed the baton. "I'll leave you to it then. Have fun!"
My first submission to this thread. Do her hands and arms look believable?
Go into politics, win a majority and enact anti-censorship laws. Make sure they are enforced.
For the time being you can just go to the wrench tab and set the number next to the checkerboard thingy to 8, though.
I figure that she initially demanded the dress mostly to take Xiu Mei off guard moreso than she already was so she wouldn't try to follow her off the train to steal the camera. At that point she had been running around naked for hours and was pretty comfortable with it, so it was more of a power play. After putting the dress on it didn't really fit well anyway as Angie's breasts are larger and she is slightly taller than Xiu Mei.
As I was writing her I kind of figured Angie is rather capricious and changes her mind on a whim in that manic pixie dream girl sort of way. She was in a panic looking for clothes earlier in the night, but after she found them and put them on she realized didn't even want them. Stripping naked again and just tossing the dress seemed like something she would do, especially after she had discovered how hot and bothered being this daring made her. Angie is a bit of a perv, and why ruin a good thing?
Morning rolls around and the transit police rescue Xiu Mei from her pillar of humiliation after receiving a report of a naked girl tied up at the platform, but not before having been seen by who knows how many morning commuters. A few of these were students from her own class, girls snickering and boys staring and all snapping photos with their phones.
I learned a new word today - this paraphilia pretty much describes Angie's particular perversion. I didn't know there was an actual term for that.
>Unlike exhibitionism where the person intentionally exposes their genitals to an unsuspecting stranger, in this paraphilia the person creates situations in which other people could see them in the nude if the person wanted to. For example, it would be like leaving your curtains open and walking around the house naked in hopes that someone would peep in the windows. It is the thought that someone may be watching that is sexually arousing.
>Joël Dor: "through this identification with the ideal object of the people's desire, all her efforts are in the service of phallic identification. It is not surprising, therefore, to note the hysteric's intense attraction toward any situation in which this imaginary identification can be brought onstage."
Perhaps she should try using velcro or buttons or something.
See this is why we need an angieslist for crazed assassins and school shooting instructors, the ones I keep picking out get distracted at some point and proceed shooting wildly in the middle of populated streets. It really hampers the learning process.
Was messing around with manually inputting negative values in the code. Then I tried using the slider in the program to alter the negative value. Legitimately became remorseful upon seeing the result.
In this world, there is no sanity or insanity.
Here lie only the thousand faces of madness.
Is there a way to reverse the horizontal and vertical smearing with the 7 and 8 keys?
What are you talking about? I didn't spend six hours on this and make her hands that way by mistake. No, her hands are supposed to be backwards. It's a birth defect. Why are you so ableist?
Oh geez. I was going for a jungle lady swinging through the forest (facing away from the camera). I would have added a vine or tree branch or something if it hadn't been 2 AM.
Perhaps I should leave the advanced Kisekae wizardry to mouse.
have a succubus
The problem with the hands is IMO the biggest block to making good rear-views. One workaround you can try is giving the character solid black gloves, so you only have to worry about the silhouette of the hands.
Strange things happen in this city....
I was initially going to have her right eye just slightly open, but the more I thought about it the less I was sure that would look normal.
Hey, is there a pastebin or archive anywhere for Props/Mods etc. like there is for backgrounds? I didn't realize that images on the main kisekae message board disappeared after a short time.
Thanks to her not knowing how to save like $400 on college textbooks, Vasuda has no money left to make her costume.
Fortunately she has a lot of friends, so she's sent out some letters asking people to send her some costume parts.
Unfortunately all her friends are anons. They also can only afford one costume piece each and of course have next to no coordination with one another, so this there's a high likelihood it'll end as a terrible trainwreck.
So name a single article of clothing for her to wear and she'll put it on. Clothing that usually comes in pairs (bras, socks, shoes, etc) will be accepted, though single parts of usual pairs can also be taken. Newer suggestions can also override older ones.
Meanwhile she'll wait inside the garish and terrible looking Halloween Store dressing room. I'm still not sure why she chose to wait around in her underwear, though...
It's old but probably the only thing I was ever even proud of making.
Meanwhile, looks like others have their Halloween plans well sorted out.
I'll give the communal costume a bit more time for the next iteration.
Yay, it's Halloween costume time again!
Wow, this is surprisingly coherent so far.
I guess this is pretty relevant too.
I made a new character for this, and I thought up a tad too much backstory, so might as well throw it in.
Addy's very childlike, in body and mind. She's short enough to wear a panda-themed outfit meant for an elementary schooler, and innocent enough to prefer wearing it rather than the various 'mature' costumes her friends insist she start wearing to Halloween parties instead.
Unfortunately for Addy, I just figured out how to make translucent clothing.
Only because stuff doesn't come with colors will get colored what seems natural. Or matches the existing outfit. For added chaos, add chaotic color suggestions to everything.
She'd heard about these kinds of costumes before, they're popular in America for some reason...
Five of the maids in this pic are not human, so they are Halloween related I suppose. Gonna get them some other costumes later on.
Are you sure about that? I found Addy's height to be about 87% the height of Yui, who according to the k-on wikia is 5'1''.
So Addy should be about 4'5'', which is still pretty damn short, but which according to Google is the height of at least one Florida varsity football player.
Also, that was probably the most autistic post I've ever written, so I think I'll post something of actual worth to the thread as well.
I tried to tilt her head forward slightly. How is it?
Presenting Ruler Girl! Literally a 6 foot tall ruler. I used Yui's height of 5'1 as a reference.
I'm pretty sure the preset character heights aren't actually to scale relative to each other, though. Well, whatever, this is my metric and I'm sticking to it.
I made a new character and don't know what to call her.
Remade and aged up another of my old girls, Mizuki. She probably does gigs in between a till job, that sort of "rockstar" life (that might not be how tall her old version was, I just scaled it up from an old pic).
Halloween ain't complete without vampires and other such creatures. With female vampires, I usually associate a "better than you" personality (think Mina Tepes), so fuck it, nerdy vampire girl instead.
I think her name will be Luka.
For this screenshot, I used GIMP to turn Addy's head into a separate image, which I then imported back into Kisekae. For some reason, the head was a lot less anti-aliased when I did that.
I also tried tilting Luka's head slightly up. I hope it turned out alright - I was always the worst at drawing heads from a low angle.
And here is my third attempt at a Halloween costume. It'll probably be my last one, for a while at least.
You'd probably have to create the graphics yourself (if you do, definitely share them with us), though there are some pretty creative things people have done with the in-game belts and ribbons and such, and creating such a mask might be possible. I doubt it, however.
What/which splicer mask are you referring to anyways? I bet I could take a shot at it.
The best way I can figure out how to do a cape is to make a series of long hairpieces near the bottom of the head. Though I'm sure there exists more elegant solutions that hide jagged lines well, or otherwise look smoother.
All right, I tried and got this in some 5ish minutes, looking at references. I bet there's a better solution (which I know BlackFang will find), but I couldn't think anything other than using "true" black for all the parts: a mask (under the eyglasses) optons, a facemark and two ribbons. I covered part of the ribbons with hair pieces.
Here's the code:
It's been a long time since I fucked around with this and monster girls are always seasonal, so have a frog girl and a clumsy albino tengu who's always losing her clothes.
Valera would like to know what you think of her nekomata Halloween costume.
Made a group of military girls.
Individual profiles to come, if there's interest.
Here's my shot at it.