Shipwrecked Elf Princex Ideas - Raw Time

"The enchanted band… conceal it upon thy person, where none would suspect such a relic to reside. … 'Tis bound by ancient magic, and must ever touch thy flesh to maintain its potency…  and safeguard thee."

-The servant

The weekend, a time for reflection, relaxation, or catching up on neglected chores. For me, I calculated and paid my local sales taxes. Exciting, I know. But along with cleaning up, dealing with kid chaos, and some light gaming (Splatfest),  I found some quiet moments to sit with my sketchbook, pull out my drawing implements, and let the dirty thoughts flow.

Drawing implements

• Prismacolor - Non-Photo Blue (PC919) Colored Pencil - Block-in

• Colorbrite - Erasable Red (4126) - Alt color for hair and other details

• Pentel Orenz (PP507) 0.7mm with blue Pentel lead - Refining lines

• Sakura SumoGrip .07mm with HB lead - Final sketch pass

• ??? Mini eraser - Analog undo

• Kneaded eraser - Cleans up and softens the line for subsequent passes

Since I've been working on the Elven Princex pic, she's been at the forefront of my thoughts.

Let me start by thanking CarameLatte for dropping that little story/character seed in the comments for the color rough. I like it. It's been bouncing around my head for the last couple of days. Thanks!

Here's what they wrote:

Thyrianne, an elven Princess from a far off fallen kingdom, now refugees seeking new lands to settle. One devastating stormy night the ship was sent off course, the princess locked in her lavish cabin for safety, most of the crew swept away overboard as the boat capsized. The cracking of the ship's hull was all she remembered as a flood of chilling salt water crashed into her lingerie clad body. She wakes to the sound of roaring waves, as the violent sea smashed against rocks, her body half buried in the wet sand, whatever left of her vessel could amount to mere splinters. As she scans the lonely rocky coast, not a single soul is to be found. Shivering in the salty wind, she waded through the shallows and scavenged what little there was, an old looking sword, some rope and soppy ruined rags for a makeshift cloak. Thunder cracks in the distance as she looks out towards the dark landmass before her, with nothing but a blunt sword at the hip of her half naked body.

Fun stuff, right? Sounds like the start of an adventure. Let's dive into a few details.

First off, the name, Thyrianne

According to entry #162 of the Ethereal Names for Your Fantasy World, SEO optimized blog, Thyrianne means "carrying mysticism and calm." While I can't vouch for the source, the name fits our elven princess.

Here's my reading of this name:

• Thy = Thighs (Implying nice ass and thighs)

• Ria/Rianne/Anne = Grace or favored by God (divine), with a touch of bitter rebelliousness

All together, the name suggests a calm, mystical, and rebellious spirit, with divine hips favored by the gods. I think we've got a winner. Like the Elven lords who reworked this prince with magic, let's brand her with this name for now.

The Long Lives of Elves - Too Many Princes without Purpose

I'm going to drop a basic premise here for Thyrianne's existence and her dual gender. This is a WIP. Have other ideas? Make comments.

In Thyrianne's world, elves live long lives, and alliances are forged through marriages. However, when elven royals have too many sons, they convert them into princesses to maintain political influence with human dynasties. This is Thyrianne's story, a prince turned princess, altered by spells. But what should have taken years has stretched out for many long decades.

It would have gone according to plan if not for the ring.

Magical sigils have been applied over and over, leaving her body in a state of flux, neither fully male nor female, perpetually in conflict. Meanwhile, suitors in the human lands have long since moved on, grown old and died. Her opportunity for use, wasted. A useless project, neither prince nor princess.

With time, the fortunes of her kingdom crumbled, and her presence became an object of infuriation among the elven lords. Thus, she was exiled across the sea. Though it seems her intended destination was a marriage with the waves.

The Fairy Companion

So where did the fairy come from? See this floating ball of light, Mina saw it and got excited about the "accompanying fairy character". I guess I intended those dots to be a fairy… maybe?

My subsequent ideas for the fairy came straight from the pervert cliché department, and evolved from there. Function first. Who doesn't want a fuckable little fairy sidekick? Like a little fleshlight you could pluck from the air.

Inspired by the Monster Girl Encyclopedia, I envisioned a fairy under the influence of the demon lord, endlessly horny, and eager to please. This fairy queen outranks Thyrianne but is desperate to serve her, hungry for her mana infused seed, and looking for any opportunity to get stuffed… and I mean stuffed.

But fucking a fairy? How does that work… well, I think we know. We've all been on the internet for a while.

I got curious to see this coupling for myself and did a string of drawings in my sketchbook, um…

Content Warning: Large Insertions, Small Fairy, Size Difference, etc.

Fairies are like mirthful little (sex)pests that feed off mana, and use it in any number of "playful" ways.  Since their bodies are just a container for their mana essence ("manafestations"), their shapes and forms are very… malleable.

Anyway, the fairy is cute, but I'm only mid on her design at the moment. I think I need to go slightly darker to reflect an undercurrent of demonic influence. We'll see.

Other Fantasies, Other "Elves"

While on the topic of elven princesses, I also started sketching something else over the weekend.

I just can't quit this bitch.

Later,

Ecchi