virtuallee

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The last version of my guide is 2 years old, and doesn't account for some new features, new competition, and some rebrands, so once again;

Here's a purchase guide for when RPG Maker is on sale, as well as the Visual Novel makers available.

poster from a while back

if you cannot hear it, how can you ever save it?

I Have Commissions!

Artist is Black + Queer/trans + Plural and so excited about your OCs of all funky genders and species.

Will not draw Mecha, Furry, NSFW art (Not that I don't love y'all!) Will draw nonsexual nudity (nipples are gender nuetral)

Taking the journey to Edgemere this #AniMonday

chameleon chameleon

... the second part of a personal essay i wrote about being bigender. this time, about being bigender and transitioning. thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed part one!

The doomed Franklin expedition, circa 1848 (artist’s interpretation)

I was feeling agitated and artblocked yesterday so I decided to give my brain a rest by watching TV and then the next thing I knew these were in front of me

Artober 8: Brazier

A weight in your chest

Falling in love with yourself!

rejected thumbnails for client

Church of Whale Fall

this whole ouroboros thing keeps coming back to bite me in the ass

Spin Cycle. Oil on canvas, 8 x 10"

Debra Spence — Family of Five (pastel pencils on pastelmat, 2023)

A Poem About the eBay Bid I Just Won, Baby!!!

Beanie Baby snail!

Beanie Baby snail!

On his way to me in the Beanie Baby mail!

With whiskers and antennae and a Beanie Baby trail!

Comin' in the mail!

Beanie Baby snail!

A combination of barrier mesh animation and anamorphic projection on elegant porcelain.

original character in chinese wuxia style by 旋风博文

work from december 2021

copies of copies of copies

[covered in blood, with tears in my eyes] I AM VERY YOUNG AND I AM LEARNING HOW TO LIVE

A poster of printers marks. 2008 Fanette Mellier

Oc posting... here is my sona

They dont have a name i sorta just call em maps 😭😭

(CW: transphobia)

I started working on this comic last winter when I spent time in my hometown. My granma was in terminal care for her last moments, and I had to spend time with my relatives during the process. This is based on one of them.I was supposed to finish this for pride month, but even though this comic is fairly simple, it was hard for me to draw about this. Thankfully I won't have to see these relatives in question ever again now that granma is at peace. Kindness is action!

I do understand that "intelligence tests" are inaccurate and stupid. That being said, does anyone want to see the IQ test question so terrible that I felt I had to stand up and leave the room?

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild’s credits have almost exclusively Japanese people in them; but one name sticks out:

By searching around, people have found this forum post from 2007:

Follow your dreams.

D. S. Stylus would be a beautiful name for a poet

Cinderella rewrite where Cinderella’s father is an unusually successful fisherman due to his secret friendships with the shy and mysterious mermaids, successful enough to attract a moderately wealthy and ambitious bride with two daughters. Once he dies, her stepmother, determined to make sure her daughters inherit the fishing business as dowries by marrying before Cinderella, forbids her from going out on the fishing boats or into town and makes sure she spends as much of her time as possible doing drudgework, hauling offal and cleaning fish. When the Prince’s ball comes around, an important occasion for young women to make good connections, the stepmother forbids her from going, telling her that she needs to get the latest salmon catch gutted and ready for sale instead.

Cinderella’s mermaid godmother calls upon her people to clean the fish and gifts her a dress and shoes of shimmering fish scales that wreathe her in rainbows under the moonlight. She makes an impression on the Prince at the ball so strong that he immediately falls in love with her, and when she’s forced to flee before her stepmother notices her (no masquerade mask or dancing rainbows will disguise her from her own family at close range), the Prince is left with only a delicate fish leather slipper left on the front steps to try to find her again.

He goes around the houses, seeking the owner of the slipper, but Cinderella is once again working in the fish sheds. He stepmother, desperate and determined and having found Cinderella’s other shoe that very morning, realises what has happened and takes a knife to the feet of her prettiest daughter, telling the prince that she suffered an injury that very morning but those are definitely her shoes, see, here’s the other one, and they still fit.

The daughter is pretty and witty and charming, and while the Prince doesn’t feel the same spark and instant sense of connection that he did at the party, he reasons that she’s overwhelmed and in pain and once she’s healed, all will be well. There are no birds to whisper of blood in the shoe – the Prince has seen the bandaged feet already – and the daughter slips on the shoes (the only shoes she has that will fit her, now,) and accompanies him to the palace.

But the stepmother is no doctor, and by the time the Prince gets her to the palace doctors, it’s too late – his beloved has contracted an infection in her feet from the shoe leather, made unclean in its travels. She will survive – it is an infection of a common filth of fish and birds, one that the doctors have potions for for the occasions where dangerously cooked food causes outbreaks – but in her raving, she confesses the whole scheme to the Prince who, furious, returns to the village to find the girl he truly fell in love with, the girl hidden from him.

“Oh, yeah, the fish cleaner,” the villagers shrug. “We don’t see her around very much, she’s probably in the sheds. Her family calls her Salmonella.”