She stole Vulpes' hat.
She won't give back.

One of my personal faves! I have had the idea for this drawing since way back in 2014 when I could barely do digital art and it took me until last year to finish it :v

Depicted is my Courier OC chilling in a decrepit building somewhere in Freeside with The New Vegas Strip glimmering in the distance.

My Fallout 2 Chosen one :) Her name is Yora and she's a Nuka-Cola addicted meanie.

Lil painty fanart of my fav companion and the cutest girl in the Mojave!

ive been less and less satisfied with my lineart and I felt I needed to practise. What better way to train your wrist is there other than to do timed sketches of girls you find on pinterest?

Still feels pretty lonely here :(

randomized win10 log in screen made me do it

What do you do after you wake up 200+ years in the future, witness your husband get murdered, your baby get kidnapped and your whole world in complete, post-apocalyptic ruin?

You go on a damned vengeful rampage to find your son and screw over the world that completely screwed you over, _that's what._

Nothing fancy shmancy, but she is a seamstresss and everything she wears is handcrafted from what she can scavenge/trade. I wanted it to be simple and definitely aged but still as elegant and well crafted as possible in her circumstance.
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This is still a wip, because itll eventually get fully rendered into a character sheet but I loved the sketchy feel so much I just couldn't resist giving it a few rough touches and saving as is to post.

A full body comm of a cute girl in her NCR Fatigues that have been slightly modified and adapted upon the commissioners request. Loved drawing her!

Vulpes, usually stoic and reserved, found himself captivated by Nix's presence. What had started as a strategic alliance had slowly transformed into something deeper, something he had not expected. Her fiery spirit and unwavering loyalty had ignited a flame within him, slowly melting away the barriers he had erected around his heart.

As time went by, often found themselves sharing their bedspace, frequently entangled in awkward embraces as they slept. As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, Vulpes and Nix awoke from their slubmer in a half-collapsed ruin of a building, on a rocky outcrop overlooking the vast expanse of the Mojave desert before them with The New Vegas Strup glittering on the horizon like a beautiful jewel.

The air was cool and crisp, carrying a sense of stillness as they dazily savoured eachther's company. They relished these stolen moments, the world outside fading into insignificance. It was in these quiet hours of morning, far removed from the chaos and violence of the Mojave, that they found solace and tenderness.

Messing with a new form of lineart and sticker format.

/part of a larger composition sheet that's coming up in the future, I guess./