Lady Blade Gwuenevere - Updated for Artfight

Very late for Artfight, but here's updated art of Gwuenevere with her magic Thread and her Woven Blade.

Gwuenevere prepares an attack with a flourish of magical splendor. Sprouting from her fingers are thin thread, flowing together into long cords of crystalized ichor which is then molded into a blade. Woven by thousands of magical Threads, the blade takes on a piercing shape. Like that of a sewing needle, it displays an eye by which Gwuenevere's Thread flows through.

It seems to be made with precise attention, but it is short and deceptively brittle. While Gwuenevere 's Woven Blade does not cut well, it is made to puncture. To quickly dart and dig into the enemy's core and out again. The blade carries her Thread into their wounds, which its strands then burst into a painful cluster of metal crystals. With their interiors made from Gwuenevere's ichor, these crystals bleed themselves deeper and grow more of themselves from within. 

A devastating sight to witness. Yet many witless War-Fitted would find themselves bearing ichor scars from their battles with Gwuenevere. Some, if very unfortunate, would face their demise by her blade. Those crystals creep deep, damaging the integrity of one's ichor structure, leaving a wake of destruction that corrodes throughout. 

A ruination that finds no cure by any measure.

THOU ART MAIDENLESS

The Janthizeran Siege Arches Thermite and Caelestis

You're stuck babysitting the world's most annoying brother (outside of your five other brothers).

Unfortunately, you need him to keep the empire stable.

The Janthizeran Brothers ruled for centuries, but they still have their sibling rivalry moments.

Like debates over district expansions, who's the face of the empire, fighting over their lords' loyalty, and stealing each other suitors

Just normal sibling stuff

 

WIP - The Jantherizeran Brothers - Big Turtle Preview ahhahahhahahah

 

Welcome to Big Dead Turtle City

It's dead and a city at the same time!!

And maybe an empire oh no :D

Seven of Wands - Seven Brothers WIP

 

✨💫🔪✨🔪✨🔪⭐fucking betrays you⭐🔪✨🔪✨🔪✨💫

OOOHHauuuhhhhhhhhhhggggghh perspective hard

 Fixing and correcting old sword design to updated version.

 

Old version

 

New WIP update

 

Cleanup stage 2

Thank you so much Krita for the perspective tool. I'm not sure if this is correct buuut yeah.

 

Callout/Reference Page for Eightenate

 One more WIP page for my character Eightenate! This will show a callout/reference sheet for textures needed and design notes for Eightenate. I should have done this before working on her 3D model, but that's okay, I'm learning!

Calderian Earthenkind ages and sizes

 

Made a rough size and age sketch sheet of my Calderian Earthenkind, with a human (5'4") to show scale. Upper section shows Eightenate's size at age 25 due to her stunted growth next to an Adult Earthenkind around the same age. Bottom section shows normal growth over years.

Eightenate sword updates and upcoming character sheet corrections!

 I made corrections on Eightenate's sword, shown here in a previous post. Check it out:

 

The reason why I went with this design was due to the environment that Eightenate lived in was incompatible with the original hooked sword from her previous sheets. The original sword design was for breaching and bypassing the armor of war-fitted objects like war-torches and other polearms and fighting against swords by using the hook to redirect their swings.

But Kingdom of Calderia is largely populated by Earthenkind made of multiple layers of solid stone, which includes Eightenate - despite her stunted size. I don’t think that hook design will survive long in this setting. So I went with a thick stone sword with a wedged blade, designed to still breach armor and stone, wedge between exposed cracks, and act as a tool for breaking through barriers or aid in climbing. And some additional traits like punching with the bolted hilt or stone pommel.

Also, there’s a bit of an additional worldbuilding note for Eightenate: because of her stunted growth, she is unable to grow spines on the underside of her arm. While most adult Earthenkind (of stony variety) grow spines upon coming-of-age at 20, Eightenate was five years late in that growth and lacked the additional offensive and defensive benefits she would have gained from them.

This sword was a gift given to her by an elder Earthen, who took care of her shortly after the lost of her past Guardian during her curiohood. The sword, once used in a higher position before Calderia’s downturn just years ago, was in poor condition and took a long time for Eightenate to take care of it. After some time, it gained a similar hue as Eightenate’s own chrysocolla core.

 Next to be updated:

• Correct textures on Expressions and Pose Sheets.
• Update Sword Design on Pose Sheet.

Eightenate Poses and Expressions

 Totally forgot to post her pose sheet a few months ago, but here's Eightenate's pose and expressions sheet!

Hoping the worldbuilding pays off ahahh

 Writing Gwenny's backstory draft rough:

...But, alas, the thronewolf sensed something nearby and turned its massive mossy rusted head towards Gwenny and his curios. Gwenny ushered the curios on, led by another curio, and tried to distract the thronewolf from killing them and devouring their kernels, dooming the young to a final Death. Risking himself of grave injury, knowing the curios are scared and panicking, Gwenny unlatches his silver suppressor collar and summon forth magic.

As a fragile, especially an Apparel, Gwenny had to wear a suppressor to keep his magic from harming himself. It is common law in most kingdoms, though lingering rumors question its relevance and hindrance in the daily lives of fragilekind, especially in extreme circumstances as this. For the law demands that all fragiles must suppress, least they be a danger to themselves or to others. However, such a law implies that Gwenny should, in this situation, completely sacrifice himself to the beast to save the curios. Dying a violent true death with no hope of revival. To give the curios a briefest chance of escape.

Gwenny knew that the curios were still too far from the Abbey and his death will only satiate the thronewolf for only a moment. It is a large beast, possibly decades old, battle scarred, rotted, and rusted, hungry for ichor to repair its molding splintered wounds. Gathering his wits, with knowledge of both Calderian and Longermorian wildlife, Gwenny spurred forth fire from his hands. Ignoring the searing pain of the flames burning his fabric body, he forced fire onto the ground, allowing it to spread towards the beast. The thronewolf tried to plow forward through the flames, embers licking at its mossy head as it opens its great maw of rusted metal and molded wood. The beast lunged and Gwenny dodged, his right arm caught in the beast’s blackened jaw. Angry and hurt, Gwenny poured more power through his right arm straight into the beast’s cavernous body.

Screaming, Gwenny briefly feels a sudden burst of pain as his arm incinerates from this spell. As he grows weak, the thronewolf, finally realizing it met its match, released Gwenny in a panic as flames ate through its body. It turned to leave, but before it ran back into the forest deep, a blade soar through the air, stabbing deeply into its back. Another sword and another, and the beast fell. With one final living blade slicing off its head, the beast dies as its ichor retreats into a decaying withered kernel within its smoldering chest.

[Name], nobelhatched mage staff of the castle of this area containing the Abbey, swiftly puts out the flames before they can do anymore damage. But for Gwenny, as his vision fades, sees the anger of the staff as he stared at him. Gwenny knew, thoughts just barely coming through as his ichor retreats, that his actions cost him everything....

Eightenate Character Poses WIP

 Eightenate Character Poses! Next is color and the expressions page.

It's fine her arms change their length between poses here. I like the idea that whatever a living object is doing, their limbs will shift their mass for that purpose.

An ability called Ichormancy.

I.e: jumping from a high place onto the ground requires the limbs (Eightenate's arms in this case) to thicken to absorb the shock when landing. If climbing, they lengthen. If fighting (which happens very often for earthkind like Eightenate), their limbs form thicker skin/scales for protection. And so on.

Advanced Ichormancy may allow an object to shift their limbs to extreme forms or disconnect them, allowing the limbs to float and have a wider range of movement. Example: Swords and their floating hands.

Eightenate's eye is a rare form of natural Ichormancy where she had gravely injured her core but her strong will prevented her ichor structure from retreating into a kernel. This forms a germ at the site where her core was injured. As with some partially revived objects with this rare condition, eventually, this germ may need to be extracted to prevent further injury as it will absorb any material surrounding it to create a new curio.

Eightenate is lucky that this germ is dormant...for now. It occasionally throbs, but it's nothing that a sip of mercury can't soothe. As long as she does not need to be revived again, Eightenate needs not worry about it.

Oh, and the die in her eye is mostly for cosmetic purposes. She can't see out of it, but she likes the way it looks.

Old stomping grounds

 Well...

 

....it's been a while since I been here and I am surprised that a few posts are still getting views on here.

Anyway, since I left Twitter (for personal reasons I will not mention here), I also gave up a platform for posting my rough sketches. I like posting on Tumblr, but I like to spread out my content on different platforms. DA, Insta, and my portfolio are mostly for my finished completed work or polished sketches.

So, maybe a possible revival here??? Just for the sketches?

Anyway, here's something I have done recently. I'm writing an objectshow comic about living object people living in a fantasy world. Here's the carrd for one of my stories set within it: Rise of Relics! Also, if you are wondering what the "Not for the use of NFTs" watermark is for: it's to hopefully slow the scrapping of my art by nft art thieves.  

 I do not support nfts nor have any intention to create or profit off them. 

So yeah, enjoy my art! You can find me on other places, too! Check my about me page for more information!

Blogger, Nooo!.....and some old written works.

I'm having some technical difficulties involving the picture upload on blogger. So this means no sketches for Wednesday. Instead, I'll entertain you with some (possibly bad) old written works of mine.

Thoughts on Johnovia is a series of short stories and letters written last year when I first thought of making a comic based on my imagination.  They were meant to help me develop the world of Johnovia and its characters.  Any idea that popped up during the time I wrote this was jotted down without a second thought, so be prepared, the grammar and pacing is a little weird in this narrative:

Thoughts on Johnovia^©

Ideas by Amari Harkness

Onundav, 3^rd , 5009

            Journal of Krillvony…

            So, here I am, looking over the lands that once were a great mighty planet kingdom…or pieces of it. Hey, all the other kingdoms and realms would be so jealous of her blessings: the abundance of forests and creatures, the clear light purple sky and blue clouds, perfect weather year round, and so much land and water. Now, Johnovia is just a tragic victim of a Dilyefilla gone astray from its distant home, the Outer Walls.

There is only one muliverse, an enormous universe with many little universes inside of it, in existence. Our muliverse, Engu. Surrounding Engu, there is Chaos, or the Johnovians call their creator god, AllTime. Keeping Engu safe from the randomness and the chaotic nature of AllTime is the Outer Walls. Within the Outer Walls is the Inner Walls. Within the Inner Walls are universes, realms, and worlds; the Inner Walls keeps them safe from the Outer Walls' vacuum… normally.

The people of Johnovia didn't know about the Dilyefilla, the Inner or Outer Walls. They didn't know that once every hundred years or so Dilyefilli, fragments of AllTime's power or pure chaotic matter, would break out from the Outer Walls and into the Inner Walls of time and space. And from there, one or two or maybe even twenty Dilyefilli passes by their opposites, the Illifeylid, and make their way into the universes in the Inner Walls. One just happens to hit Johnovia's universe. This sort of event is completely unpredictable, even the priests of AllTime wouldn't see it coming. Johnovia didn't see it coming.

What are even more unpredictable are the effects of the impact or the entry of a Dilyefilla. Anything can happen when it made close enough to a universe, from changing the universe's natural laws to transforming the organic inhabitants into solid metal or liquid. Sometimes if two Dilyefilli hit a universe simultaneously, they turn it inside out, hurling any living and nonliving thing in to the mercy of the Illifeylid of the Inner Walls. In Johnovia's case, the Dilyefilla entered the universe without doing anything harmful at all until it hits a planet or a star.

Johnovia was so lucky that AllTime made it a utopian planet that lasted for billions and millions of years, yet so unlucky to be in the path of the most random and destructive force in the entire Engu… it makes me wonder, why? The Johnovians had great faith in AllTime, they conquered planets and realms in his name, discovered new technologies and cures, built an empire spading several hundred dimensions, and they gave all the credit to Him. But, why did AllTime allow the destruction of Johnovia?

Sigh, maybe He got tired of them or left them. Or He stayed and watched them suffer.

…

Or maybe He gave them a challenge, a challenge that if they make out of this alive…maybe if they are still alive…or even still exist…

I-I don't know. Silly idea. There is no way they're still alive. Then again, I might be wrong…

END
........

This short story was for an assignment for a British literature class in high school...I really don't know what it has to do with British literature but it's about my characters in Johnovia. Once agian, beware of weird writting:

Ashan, my Guardian

I was sleeping, turning, trying to find a soft spot, sleeping, turning again, searching again, sleeping again, and then I turned…..again. I heard a sigh and I pushed back the soft green and white covers from my face. There he is, standing in the middle of my messy room with his large gold and silver wings folded and his twitching tail behind him. Angelian, he is, part human and part angel born in Dimension 444.23pi42 (Dimensionnos Drajazra). He was raised by Archangel Gabriel in my universe, according to my imagination. He wore a long white robe with silver angelic symbol on the sleeves, brown ancient sandals, and with a great blue and silver sword by his left side. He looks elfish with his long oval face, pointed ears, and golden hair growing past his shoulders and-

            “Legacy, why are you staring at me?” said the Angelian as he turns to face me, smiled, and put his hands around his face.

            He interrupted my thoughts.

            “You like my golden hair and long oval face?”

            “Stop reading my mind, Ashan!” I scream in my thoughts, “I’m sorry, but it’s annoying when you do that!”

“It’s annoying when you stare at me.” He said as he sat on an old chair facing me, “Why can’t you wait ‘til morning to observe me while I am at the Cathedral.”

            One of my alternate selves in my imagination, the Cathedral, is the secondary life source of all the imaginary creatures of my mind; by theory, if I go, she stays. The Cathedral is a large multi-dimensional marble tower that is a place of worship to our God and King, a theater and a concert hall, and a city-in-a-building. She continuously grows from Johnovia, my world/universe, to space and to a bunch of other places I wish I can name but I can’t because certain parts of my mind are undiscovered.

            “What is she up to now?” I asked as I sat up in my bed, tired and groggy. The Cathedral has a mind of her own and can cause much trouble and chaos if Ashan of I don’t keep watch over her. She loves to mess with people’s minds and lives. Like a few months ago, four or six human troops came out of a star portal the Cathedral created. She let them wonder around in her chambers a bit, then, just when the humans thought it was safe, she ‘pretended’ to crush them, cave in on them, and destroys the star portal. Fortunately, Ashan was patrolling in the Cathedral and heard the panicky screams from the humans. To make a long story short, he was able to save them and I sent them back home.

            “Well, it’s not the star portal thing, again.” Ashan said; he was reading my mind again. “It’s our sons. They asked her to create a separate enchanted forest haven for a family of European Unicorns so they won't live in fear of the centaurs of the Vadrodrean kingdom. The Cathedral won’t obey them. She said ‘They be young to order me around’.”

            “WHAT!” I scream in my mind again. As I repeated the word over and over again, my messy room stretched and whirled and grew dark and gray. The walls became stone and my bed became a nest of dead tree branches, giant leaves, and with small pieces of shiny objects in between. The green carpet transformed into a sea of small pebbles. My dresser, TV, DirecTV, PS2, mirror, and all the things of my normal human life disappeared and in their place were slabs of stone and marble. My messy room transformed into a cave.

I, too, also changed. My neck grew long and thick and my hair morphed into giant heavy purple scales. My face grew long and I grew four horns on my nose. My arms and legs stretched and become covered with dark blue scales. My hands and feet became talons with great hard nails. I grew light blue horns, black spikes, purple feathered wings, and a long brown tail with feathers at the end.

 In my world, I am a Great Horned Dragon, a beautiful bronze and metallic purple creature designed for speed on land and in air, telepathic communication, space, time, and dimensional travel, and an eye for art. An amazing creature I would be, except for my temper.

Anger drove me into a mad dash to the Cathedral. Furious, I jumped out of my cave and I flew as fast as I could, tearing every bird or other flying creature in my path. Now you’ve done it, Cathedral!! Nobody disobeys the Guardian’s family, I thought in my fuming mind, NOBODY, NOT EVEN THE CATHEDRAL!! Suddenly, I stopped. I hung there in the air and thought, what in the Davy Jone’s Locker am I doing? What have I become? I can’t be like this with murderous rage……

Legacy……

It be a voice?

Legacy……

It is a voice.

Legacy……it’s me, Ashan……

And it’s coming from my back.

It’s ok……don’t let the anger control you……

I forgot that he be a rider, a dragon rider.

Legacy……Land

I landed in a field of Mallengrol, pretty flowers with nine white petals and nine green leaves. They smell like cinnamon and apples. They taste like cinnamon apple pie. After I landed, I made a heavy dragon sigh and I lay down on the flowers. I stretched out my wings by my side. I felt Ashan descend from my back. When he came to face me, his hair was a mess, his robe was torn one side, and he was missing his sword. I made another sigh and said “I’m sorry, Ashan.”

He just looked at me and said nothing.

“I don’t know what came over me.” I continued.

Then Ashan turned away and I saw his wings covered in twigs, dirt, and pebbles. I think he tried to stop me from going, but only get dragged out of the cave and crashed against some trees. He turned around again, walked towards me, and he put his hand on my cheek and smiled. Then he hugged my neck, or at least tried to, since my dragon neck was so thick and scaly.

“It’s ok.” He said calmly. “It’s ok, Legacy, I forgive you. It will take more than a crash course to kill me and I love you too much to be angry at you.”

I was confused and said “But the murderous rage and the screaming and the-”

“No, no, I’m not worried about that.” He said. “I love you too much.”

“Love,” I said, understanding. “Even when I had done this to you, you still love me.”

I turn back into my human form and I hugged Ashan. . What a loving and caring Angelian! He still loves me in spite of what had happened. The dirt on his robe rubbed onto my clothes but I didn’t mind, love is more important.

“Let us go to the Cathedral together.” said Ashan.

“And give her a piece of our mind?” I said.

“Yeah, that too.” He said.

END

Character design and Development

Many years ago, my imagination was bursting with creature of all forms, people from unknown cultures, and lands filled with an abundance of life and freedom.  This was a world filled where adventure was at every corner, lost ancient ruins dotted the land, and kingdoms and grand cities rise over the canopies of the untamed majesty of the great forests.  Civilizations on different planets and in different dimensions stayed in contact though magic and science.  I, traveler and Guardian Legacy, had traveled these amazing places and discovered an entire beautiful and glorious world of...Johnovia.

I made stories in this "Johnovia" about world travelers, adventures, wizards of magic and science, masters of time and space, and God, the universe's greatest engineer.  A million chactacters and creatures populated the world of Johnovia and I followed every signal adventure they get themselves into.  My character was a famous ruler and explorer of this world; her fame had inspired many people to become world travelers.  She touched the most distant of stars and planets and explored the most powerful of kingdoms.

Legacy was not alone in her journeys, she had friends and families to aid her in difficult situations such as wars, natural disasters, and terrible enemies who sought to bring down the peaceful and chaotic world of Johnovia.  Her friends and families came from distant worlds that were also full of amazing things.  Things like flying airships in the shape of living dragons, vast underground cities, clockwork angels and steam-powered robots, talking mailboxes, and flat planets. 

I still have this imagination of Johnovia and all of its amazing majestic beauty and power, but now it's more mature in its form, story, and originality.  This year I’m working on a real story in comic form based on the same ideas I had when I was younger.  I’m delving deeper into the unknown reaches of my imagination and rediscovering my childhood dreams to build a world for world travels and adventurers.

To put it simply, this story is set in worlds within a world within a world, a Multi-Verse, one of the rare dimensional anomalies existing in a never-ending energy ocean of Existence-Itself.  The story is called The MULT in bold golden letters with a mysterious faded background of the face of God.  This will be a long tale of adventure, power, faith, imagination, good and evil, order and chaos, and possible and the impossible.

It might take me a year or more to get this together.  It will take guts, my artistic skills, my imagination, and help from my friends and family to take on this task to create the most original and amazing concept the world has ever seen.

Anyway, after all that epic writing, here’s what I have so far:

Some concept art…

World Traveler Briell Fetcher/Vistalgia, the main character of my comic.  She is a shapesifter who is both human and dragon, this is her in her human form (World Traveler Briell Fetcher). She's a black female character with a careful and timid personality. She perfers reason and critical thinking to blind random destructiveness.

Experiment with Briell's hair and head shape.

Taking on the 25 expressions challenge by napalmnacey  in these two pictures. Only twelve expressions to go!

Briell Fetcher/Vistalgia in her dragon form (Vistalgia). Vistalgia is a beautiful dragon with a violent and reckless personality

A male shapeshifter character who's a friend of Briell Fetcher/Vistalgia. This is his dragon form. And if your wondering, yes these shapeshifter characters have two personalities, but they live within one body; I'll explain later what they are.  Also, not all of them are dragons.

A male alien (not a an elf). I do not know what his role is yet.