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Welcome. My name is Virginia, I'm 25 and I'm building a new portfolio, so please feel free to request commissions! (and follow if you like my stuff :D )
I mostly work in pen and color pencil.

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Technicolor Benny

So I drew my pet bird. In color pencil.

April 1, 2014

so… I make lighter wraps.

i just really like them :)

just a quick sketch of an idea i had, i think i&#8217;ll work on it some more at some point.
I&#8217;ve always had this story in my mind. Since I was little I&#8217;ve lived on the edge of this forest and would travel into it along the paths other people had made and up-kept before me. I spent hours in these woods weaving through the trees and over the rocks. A twenty minute walk (if you bothered to go straight there) would land you just outside the cutest farm house on the edge of the ocean.
There&#8217;s always this one spot that I would have to walk past on my way there though&#8230; right after the sunken stone wall and the one that stands taller. A spot where the path weaves up onto a hill top.
At the top of this hill, it looked as if someone had scraped the it bare of all it&#8217;s dirt and left only the pale grey stone that lay beneath it&#8217;s crest. Surrounding that stone, however, was the greenest moss I have ever laid my eyes upon.
Often in my sojourns, I&#8217;d stop here and just&#8230; stare into the unexplored forest, seemingly reaching out forever past the peak where I stood. I knew what was over there if I walked long enough. The movie theater and the intersection at Cooks Corner must have been an hours walk at least. But standing in that spot, on the bare stone surrounded by soft, cusiony green moss&#8230; It felt like an oddly magical spot, as if there in that very place, I stood between our world and another.
Often in my dreams I leave my home and walk to this place in the forest and find myself wandering off the pale stone, turning away from the farm house, and into the unknown woodland.
I find myself in places like this sketch when I wander for long enough. Other times I come to abandoned ancient towns, covered in vines. Sometimes I find the ocean stretching for miles and miles beneath a wind-blown cliff.
I think about going back to that spot often and just&#8230; turning away from the path, from my life&#8230; and wandering off into the forest. Just to see if maybe&#8230; just maybe&#8230;

just a quick sketch of an idea i had, i think i’ll work on it some more at some point.

I’ve always had this story in my mind. Since I was little I’ve lived on the edge of this forest and would travel into it along the paths other people had made and up-kept before me. I spent hours in these woods weaving through the trees and over the rocks. A twenty minute walk (if you bothered to go straight there) would land you just outside the cutest farm house on the edge of the ocean.

There’s always this one spot that I would have to walk past on my way there though… right after the sunken stone wall and the one that stands taller. A spot where the path weaves up onto a hill top.

At the top of this hill, it looked as if someone had scraped the it bare of all it’s dirt and left only the pale grey stone that lay beneath it’s crest. Surrounding that stone, however, was the greenest moss I have ever laid my eyes upon.

Often in my sojourns, I’d stop here and just… stare into the unexplored forest, seemingly reaching out forever past the peak where I stood. I knew what was over there if I walked long enough. The movie theater and the intersection at Cooks Corner must have been an hours walk at least. But standing in that spot, on the bare stone surrounded by soft, cusiony green moss… It felt like an oddly magical spot, as if there in that very place, I stood between our world and another.

Often in my dreams I leave my home and walk to this place in the forest and find myself wandering off the pale stone, turning away from the farm house, and into the unknown woodland.

I find myself in places like this sketch when I wander for long enough. Other times I come to abandoned ancient towns, covered in vines. Sometimes I find the ocean stretching for miles and miles beneath a wind-blown cliff.

I think about going back to that spot often and just… turning away from the path, from my life… and wandering off into the forest. Just to see if maybe… just maybe…

And back again by GinnieGii
one last in progress, because I can&#8217;t keep my eyes open any longer &lt;3

And back again by GinnieGii

one last in progress, because I can’t keep my eyes open any longer <3

Remember that Teaser I promised you guys of the Fallout 3 AU Comic I&#8217;m working on?
Delivered. &lt;3

Remember that Teaser I promised you guys of the Fallout 3 AU Comic I’m working on?

Delivered. <3

Fallout Weapons Collection Laser Rifle
Laser and Plasma Pistols coming soon! (I finished the line art this morning :D)

Fallout Weapons Collection Laser Rifle

Laser and Plasma Pistols coming soon! (I finished the line art this morning :D)

Fallout Weapons Collection Plasma Rifle
This was so satisfying&#8230; I started 3 other drawings.

Fallout Weapons Collection Plasma Rifle

This was so satisfying… I started 3 other drawings.