You're my first watcher! (Sorta, lol)
Glad I can be of service. As much as this site sucks, the push notifications to my phone are nice. 😊
I have no idea what this means? Somehow I upset him for having a modified logo...and drawing cavewomen? Huh?
I know this is the highlight of entertainment, but you really should just block and not engage. They will eventually leave you alone. I used to try, but they are 12 and have an endless source of energy and I have a day job and no time for that kind of bullshit. I block, delete, and move on
Facepalm.
Maybe it's because I've been re-reading To Love-Ru (and drawing art inspired by it) but I had an idea for a manga/anime/story. The title could be called "Help! I'm A Background Character In A Harem Manga!"
The idea is just that. It's about a girl who's in the same class as all these harem hi-jinxes going on, only she's a bystander who constantly has to put up with this crap and isn't part of the "main cast" (or even the secondary one). She's basically an NPC. I thought it would be funny if the actual harem part of the story isn't even fleshed out because the she's is just a victim of it and not involved with their "plot lines". She just knows that an average guy is the desire of not only the class rep and popular idol in school, but an android girl from the future, an oni, an elf, and that occasional girl who randomly shows up who may or may not be a vampire.
So for her, panty-shots are an every day occurrence and annoyance. Girls within the circle of the chaos have taken to wearing something more stylish because it's 100% going to be seen. It's an acceptable fact that every boy in her class (some in others) has seem or will see them naked at some point because they're bystanders to whatever crazy thing is happening. The harem protag will almost certainly "accidentally" end up grouping you at least once every other week. Oh, and crazy situations like the school locker room transforming into a Roman bath would have happened the other week.
All these things she just has to roll with, not understand the context on why it's happening. I figure the goal is that she KNOWS she a background character (not in a Deadpool meta sort of way, but in life. There's an elf in the class, so she knows no one pays attention to anything she does because she's normal) but she wants more than just be a gag for a one panel joke. She wants her own set of friends and maybe a romance away from all of that.
Other than that, I don't really know how to flesh out a story like this out, because she isn't evolved in the main part of the action. It's like her life is a ecchi disater movie and she just has to survive each moment when it comes. I don't know if it's something that could work, but the premise is sort of funny to me.
I got the idea by noticing that Yabuki Kentaro has at least two background girls in most school stories who sometimes get wrapped up in whatever is happening, but they rarely have a line other than "Kyyaa!", "Pervert!", or "What's happening?!" The thing is, both of them LOOK like they could be actual characters in design, so Yabuki made the extra effort to fill out the classroom with recognizable faces so that it isn't always just 'generic girl'. Some of the guys (there are few) he designed as well. So the idea of looking through their eyes and wondering what they think or understand about the swimming pool's water transforming into a giant gelatin tentacle beast (who, of course, proceeds to fondle them) is an interesting. What kind of life do they lead out side of this madness and how do they even wrap their minds around it?
Like I said, something like this might work in the short term, but I don't know if it could be fleshed out more than just what I told you. Once the lead has a motivation to do something, that changes the story. The harem antics would just be background annoyances getting in the way of what the new "plot" is, thus the joke isn't funny anymore.
Soooo basically I wrote you this novel to first bring up an idea, only to discredit it and call it useless, thus wasting both of our time.
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Sorry.