BACK FOR ROUND TWO OF ARTFIGHT!!!
I have a lot of new Dnd/ttrpg characters up and hope to do even more attacks this year!! Since I havent been on here in a bit, comment your profile if I am not already following you!
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Drew a new icon for Lovey on GIMP. Was tired of limited options and the drawings never looking quite right, so I finally took to digital drawing (it’s 3:39am please help me I haven’t slept more than a few hours at a time in days) and worked this up real quick!
Petunia seems the type to want to speak to the manager just because she asked for no sauce with her chicken nuggets and she got honey mustard dip anyway
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ATTACK against @6footdown for Lynorra and Pandora!! Cooked this one for 3 day straight. Legit learned so much making this and they deserve it. Your Sun and Moon Lesbians are soooo sweet!! I love the little snippets of worldbuilding so much that I made a little fanfic also. Read below:
"You cannot stand guard all evening."
Lynnora had successfully convinced Pandora to come to the Festival, but only in full armor and as her bodyguard. Things had changed immensely in the few years they were separated. Before as teens, Lynnora felt she could be herself with Pandora, forget about the politics and war and constant danger of her childhood. Now Pandora embodies all of those things and carries them everywhere, all the time. Not even a celebration could be free from that risk to her life and the lives of everyone present.
Pandora continues scanning their surroundings. "It is my assignment. You know this well." The response is cold. Her hand rests on the hilt of her sword.
Lynorra huffs in frustration. They cannot venture any further into the festival while armed. So instead they watch from this nearby hill. The music, smells, and light barely reaching them. Lynorra crosses her arms and fumes. She knows Pandora must resent being stuck on bodyguard duty rather than fighting for the good of the realm. Still, must she take it out on her by being so cold and stubborn?
No. She will not be cooped up here when this festival only happens every 10 years. Lynnora quickly unfastens her own blade. Holding it in her hands, she imbues it with a bit of sunlight so it flares if touched by someone else.
"What are you?" Pandora begins questioning quietly before Lynnora hides the blade in a nearby bush and then dashes down the hill and towards the Festival.
"WAIT! LYNNORA!" Panic races up Pandora's body. She will be stopped if she carries her sword down too. Cursing under her breath, she tosses her weapon into the same bush and races after her Sun.
"I PROMISE I WONT REPORT YOU TO THE MILITIA!" Lynnora shouts back, voice full of mirth.
"THATS NOT WHAT IM.. STOP NOW!!"
Soon they both make it down to the town square. The Town guards who had turned them away early, nod to Lynnora, having witnessed the whole scene up on the hill. The entire plaza covered with lanterns and beads that shimmer in the light of the fires and Moon. People dance in the middle and buy food around the perimeter. The Band is beginning a jaunty tune that people get into rows to dance to.
Lynnora makes it to the edge of the dancing crowd when a hand grabs her wrist.
"We are going back NOW!" Lynnora knows that voice intimately and turns around. Pandora looks furious.. and also sad?
"You do not give me orders!" Lynorra barks back. "I know you would rather be anywhere else in the world right now but-"
"There is NOWHERE I would rather be! I WILL NOT LET YOU ALSO DIE!"
Oh.
It was never about resentment was it? Pandora's other hand is balled up into a fist, her hand shaking from the force. Her eyes looks glassy as she tries to suppressing tears. Of course.The last Shrinekeeper fell in front of them both. Neither able to keep her safe. How must Pandora feel seeing Lynorra take up that same title? Knowing she is more actively being hunted?
Lynnora's eyes soften. She knows the feeling. Never feeling good enough. Bottling everything up so you can perform your duties. In retrospect, she should have known the Army would instill similar beliefs in its soldiers. It was foolish to believe any armed force would want soldiers who are actually human.
"Pandora." It comes out as a whisper that should have been lost in the noises of the festival, but Pandora's eyes widen, focusing in on the present instead of the past. She lets go of Lynnora who fully turns around to face her. "I have not a single doubt you will keep me safe, always."
Pandora looks on confused. "But I-"
"Please, do not carry this burden alone. You are not a shield meant only to take blows, as I am not a weapon. We are people at a festival."
Lynorra offers her hand, the light of the lanterns illuminating her hair and making her eyes twinkle.
"Please.. dance with me?"
The corner of Pandora's lip rises as she hums. A faint smile forming on her face. Lynnora cannot contain her excitement as a hand slowly reaches out towards her's.
Pandora's hand is cold. Lynnora's radiates heat. It is apparent to them both as the distance between their hands shrinks. First, fingers slowly interlocking, then their palms fully flushed together.
Lynorra knows she is blushing like a sunset, but manages to look Pandora in the eyes as she raises her right hand, fanning out her fingers like a sun.
"I must admit now.. I actually do not know how to dance. I have only ever watched others do it."
Pandora laughs and it sounds like spring bells. Their hands bob up and down and her chest shakes from the giggles.
"Oh we are in trouble then, I have no idea as well. How shall we survive this then?" Still raising her left hands and cupping it into the shape of the Moon.
Lynorra tightens her grip on Pandora's hand and smiles.
Also in this year's artfight is a City of Mist character! Love this ttrpg system as well. We played a 1920s one shot earlier this year. More details also on her page on artfight!
