It's time for Malevolent big bang!!!!! I was chuffed as hell to be matched with @fangirlshipper's fic, Are You Still Afraid of Nothing?, which is set during the gang's 13th century jaunt. So of course my heart said to make bas reliefs inspired by Medieval carvings.
I also had the pleasure of working with artists @luckychinacat, @wizzabethgray, and livielightyear, go check out their rad work (and also just look at all the art and writing in the big bang tag because it knocks my fucking socks off wtf)
Made with polymer clay and acrylic paint. I wanted a certain look and so instead of sculpting and then baking, I baked and then carved them.
"The skull-splitting blare of trumpets – loud enough to shake the earth, to fill the entire universe. Arthur flinches, the breath punched from his chest, as the King materialises. He drifts above them, his massive crown blotting out the sky, flowing robes of silk and gold rippling out from his body like water as he begins his graceful descent. His face is inscrutable, incomprehensible, his unmoving gaze locked with John’s."
Illustration for The Essence of a Soul by Calamitatum (@calamitxtum on tumblr) featuring a deliciously twisted nightmare scene!
Please check out the fic! It is a beautiful and viscerally written study of John's psyche after accidentally taken over Arthur's entire body, leaving nothing of him behind after stumbling into a ritual site.... So it is up to John alone to get Arthur back!
Thank you so much to @malevolentbigbang for organizing the event! It was a great time!
I am also thankful for my fellow artists in this fic: @physical-manifestation-of-spite and @marimo-art
Image ID is under the cut
Image ID: Digital Illustration depicting The King in Yellow towering over Arthur. The presence of the KiY encompasses the scene with a glowing, halo-like crown, evocative of a solar eclipse. Plumes of golden smoke and clouds make up his body, framing the scene. The KiY has monstrous limbs which are tearing Arthur's limbs apart; a giant hand holds his leg and a distorted mass of tentacles holds his arm. Blood gushes from Arthur's arm while he cries and screams in pain. John's hand reaches for a dagger on the floor. /End ID