#artist sign up

[mebigbang]

Hear Ye, Hear Ye! Artist Sign-Ups Go LIVE on Oct 21st!

DETAILS:

All story snippets are tagged with a number. Once you read the available options through, click this link to sign up.

It is mandatory that you select two, but you will only be assigned one of them. This is because it’s a huge puzzle, and we will always attempt to give people their first choice, but if that cannot be done, you will be assigned your second choice.

If you can’t find one or two stories you want to do artwork for, you can write ‘none’ by both choice options, and click ‘yes’ to sign up as a pinch hitter. You can read more about pinch hitting in the FAQ, but the quick version is that pinch hitters are collected on a mailing list, and if there are stories that either didn’t get picked, or the author is abandoned – we will call upon you to help them out. There is no demand that you have to do it even if you sign up as a pinch hitter, it just means you will get notified if we need your help.

The moment sign up is over, and everyone is assigned to a partner, you will get an email from us which includes the email of the author of the story you picked. The author is obligated to send you the story as fast as possible, so you can read it and start thinking about what you want to create.

We're mentioning this because you might get a story that is not edited to its final version. The authors have all of the month where the artists work to edit and smooth out their story. They may not, however, change plotpoints or major scenes, and should not edit larger chunks without communicating with you, so the draft you are sent, however messy, is a version you can be sure will not change much.

You are obligated to create 1 piece of artwork, be it a drawing, a moodboard, photomanip, music or a photo – anything really, as long as you created it with the story in mind. You may create as many artworks for a singular story as you wish.

You are also obligated to make a banner (you can read more about that in the FAQ) but we will also send you an email when you are halfway through the month of creating, going into depth about final posting and the banner.

When the snippets are claimed, they are removed from the list. Since we do this manually, there might be discrepancies which is why you have to select 2 stories, so we can make sure you get one of the stories you want.

[onepiecebigbang]

We're happy to announce that our signups are now open! You'll find the links below for each role, as well as the rules of the event. Be sure to check them out before applying!

🚢 First things first, the rules:

🌴 For writers, it's this way!

🌞For artists, it'll be here!

🍹 Betas get their very special section here!

👒 And finally, the space for pinch hitters is here!

If you have any questions about the project or the applications, we're available here, on twitter and on curious cat to help you. We can't wait for you to join the ship and have some fun! ⛵

@opfandombase thanks for any help ~

[newsiesminibang24]

Artist Sign Ups Now Open!

Once again, I am early. Life is short, holidays are tough, and I am impatient lol. Merry Crisis and Happy Holidays everyone!

Important Info:

Fill out this Google Form to officially sign up for the bang as an Artist

You will need a VALID email address (used for check-ins, pairing, etc). A copy of your responses will also be sent to this email for your records

You can sign up as an artist if you are already signed up as an author as well!

NO AI GENERATED ART OF ANY KIND WILL BE ALLOWED

You can sign up now or you can wait until the 31at if you want. But this form will stop collecting responses on January 21st. That means January 20th is the final day to sign up for the bang as an Artist.

If you have any questions, feel free to drop an ask!

General Information Post // Calendar

[vikingsbigbang]

Join our Event!

To kick-start our event, we're sharing our Sign-Up Sheets with you to enter the Big Bang.

Before you enter the event, we recommend to read our Rules and check the Schedule if you're able to participate.

Artist Sign Up

Author Sign Up

Beta Reader Sign Up

(If you sign up as an Author, you will receive an email within 3 days after your sign-up. This email contains a link to the Summary Sheet, which you can fill out to the best of your ability before February 19th.)

We hope to see many of you sign up for this fun event! In case you have any questions, our FAQ might help you out before you hit our askbox.

Kind regards, Killy and Yume 💛

[jennipond]

you breathe for everything he is

[lazylittledragon]

do any other artists feel like. yeah you're a 'good artist' because you draw things that look nice, but like. TECHNICALLY? you're really not great

i really hate that i can recognise that yes, my art is good, but is it VARIED? is it dynamic?? is my anatomy good? is it full of texture and colour theory? do i know how to do This? can i do That? no, not really. and that's quite painful actually

[sixoclocker]

healing

do yall fw pasta dinner and found family. be honest

erm this took 6 hours and 7 minutes and has 7813 strokes made but who cares when you got pasta and a family

[smoosie]

The 'We need to talk' scene

but I've made it into a wet cat short comic

(and it only gets worse for him...)

Bonus secret 5th panel :

(intrusive thoughts so strong they make his brain crash)

[timbit-robin-art]

hi, sorry for spam reblogging

I love your art and how you draw Gambit plz never stop <3

Ah, it’s okay. I would never be upset about reblog spam. It makes me very happy to see repeat offenders in my notes, as it means they enjoy my silly little doodles.

Here’s a Lego Gambit, which I offer unto the masses as an apology. I haven’t been able to keep up with things I would like to (stickers, asks, etc.)… I’ve been very busy. A completely out of nowhere decision has landed me back in college, and man… it’s been a doozy. This year has been very crazy. To all of my fellow college students, we can do it. Gambit is cheering us on from the sidelines.

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Artist sign ups are still open through tomorrow, the 19th!

Yes, I signed up.

Fobnatural Sign Ups

AUTHOR AND ARTIST SIGN UPS ARE NOW OPEN!

Click here for the schedule, click here for the form to join the bang, and don’t forget to join the discord at the end.

Sign ups are open for authors until November 12th, and for artists on November 19th.

Please leave any inquires here, on twitter, or through the email for this event.

Also, reminder! This is a multi ship bang, so almost any all ships are welcome! For more information on what is not allowed for entry, please read the rules (linked in the information post below)!

Here is the information post for information regarding this event, and hope to see many sign ups soon!

[cozylittleartblog]

me omw to scare mormons out of a wendys!! 🍂🖤🍟

ootd from like 2 weeks ago and yes that really happened

[onepiecebigbang]

There's only a week left for any artists and betas interested in signing up! We'd love it if you joined us on our journey, and we're available if you have any questions about the trip ~ 🚢

First the rules:

The artist form this way:

The beta form, right here:

And finally the pinch hitter form!

We're so excited to have you :)

[dmitryanya]

so i read gwen & art are not in love this week and it changed my brain chemistry

[bigcatbulges]

Source - gamma_DH

(Artist's Ko-fi)

[idiopath-fic-smile]

i make no promises, like i genuinely don't have any real ideas for scenes after this one, but uh here is more Singin' in the Rain ot3, continuing from here. they're not even on the honeymoon boat yet! but for whatever it's worth, there are shenanigans.

Here was another thing Cosmo had failed to predict: Don was a nervous flier. 

Cosmo had been up in the air a handful of times; Archibald owned a small personal craft that he flew sometimes on the weekends. And sure, it was cold and noisy and there was no denying that watching the ground disappear below you could give a guy a bad case of the stomach lurches, but it was a thrill all the same. An adventure, he thought, burrowing deeper into the very warm wool coat he’d had the presence of mind to bring. Don was generally up for an adventure; he’d once ridden a motorcycle full speed off a high canyon and fallen ten stories into the water below, for nothing but a day’s wages and an approving nod from the director.

The airplane offered comfortable seats and tables and fashionable cold salads served by very calm stewardesses, but from the moment of liftoff, Don sat there like a man waiting for the electric chair. Now he was clutching the armrests so tightly, the knuckles stood out sharp and white against his normally very appealing hands. 

“We should have taken the train,” said Kathy.

“Nonsense,” Don gritted out. “I’m fine. This is all perfectly fine.”

Belted in on either side of him, Kathy and Cosmo exchanged a look. One of the benefits, thought Cosmo, to being the funny little friend and not the leading man was that you were allowed to admit when you were terrified, at least a little, at least if you could make it a joke.

“I’m so sorry, Don,” Kathy said. “I should have asked if you’ve been in one of these before. Even knowing we’re perfectly safe, a train would’ve been so much more comfortable.”

Don closed his eyes. “Really, Kathy,” he said, a little more sharply. “You don’t need to—” The plane dropped several feet, and he swallowed hard.

Cosmo considered the situation. The facts were these: Don Lockwood was too proud, and too enamored with his wife, to be willing to discuss such a weakness in front of her, and now if somebody didn’t act fast, the three of them were in for an awkward, unpleasant flight. Or rather, series of flights, since the plane was going to need to refuel a couple of times along the way.

There was nothing else for it; Cosmo would have to save the day.

He took in Don’s ashen complexion and Kathy’s guilty face, and then he said cheerfully,

“Y’know, Kathy, for what it’s worth, Don actually has been in one of these before.” When this failed to earn any real response from the man, Cosmo poked him in the cheek. “Haven’t you, Don?”

“What?” said Don distractedly, swatting the finger away. “No, I haven’t.”

“Yes, you have.”

Don’s tense brow creased for a moment in irritation. “I think I’d remember—” he started.

“It was for one of those early stunting gigs,” said Cosmo. “A little biplane. They gave you goggles and an aviator hat and a brown leather jacket—” The incident stuck in Cosmo’s mind mostly because Don had looked very good in that jacket, but there were half a dozen reasons nobody needed to know that, “—and then they had you crash the plane through a barn.”

“Through a barn?” Kathy repeated, disbelieving, because apparently the fan magazines didn’t tell you everything after all.

“Into, not through,” said Don. “I didn’t come out the other side.” His fingers had relaxed ever so slightly on the poor armrests. “And that doesn’t count, that contraption never got off the ground, I only had to—”

“Into a barn?” Kathy interjected. “Why?”

Cosmo stuck a mock-pensive pose. “The things we do for art. And five dollars. And I think the producers let him keep the jacket.”

They had; Cosmo had suffered that autumn.

“Well, what about common sense,” said Kathy, “and human rights, and basic safety?”

“I said he had goggles on, didn’t I?” 

The truth was, back in those days, no matter how dangerous the feat, how seemingly impossible the stunt, Cosmo had never truly worried. It was Don, and Don could do anything. Except admit to his wife that he needed help, apparently.

“What about—about dignity,” she went on, and Cosmo snorted.

“I regret to inform you that Lady Dignity will not be making an appearance tonight.”

“Cosmo,” said Kathy, slowly, “Why in the world did you let Don do a thing like that?”

“Let?” Don and Cosmo said in unison, Don a little weakly but it was something.

“Don’t pin this on me, madam,” Cosmo added, “I am not my brother’s keeper.”

“Not my brother at all,” Don muttered, which stung a little, but Cosmo decided to let it slide in the face of how his plan was working.

“That’s hardly the worst thing we did for money,” Cosmo said instead. “Has Don told you much about our ignoble days on the road?”

Kathy shook her head, delighted. Don very discreetly kicked Cosmo in the shin. Things were looking up.

.

“So there we are,” said Cosmo, “performing in this tiny hamlet in Nebraska called, I kid you not, Oatmeal—”

“Oatmeal?” Kathy laughed.

Don had freed his fingers from the armrests entirely; he was now resting his entire face in his hands. He was no longer pallid as Nosferatu; in fact, he might have been blushing.

“It was Coyoteville,” Don volunteered without looking up.

“Pal, if you think I’d forget a place with a name like Oatmeal, Nebraska—”

“If you think I’d forget a place with a name like Coyoteville—”

“Coyoteville was in New Mexico!” said Cosmo. “Coyoteville was where we had to bunk with that ventriloquist, remember?” He watched as Don sat up and snuck a look at Kathy, who was clearly having a ball.

“The one who insisted his dummy got its own bed?” Don said with a slight smile.

“Don and me had to sleep on a twin mattress on the floor,” said Cosmo, “Curled up like a pair of puppies, if you can picture that—”

“I think so,” said Kathy, leaning forward, eyes bright, “only what happened in Oatmeal?”

“Wait, was Oatmeal where—” Don started.

“Yes! We’re about halfway through our routine, singing and hoofing our hearts out—fit as a fiddle and ready for love—when we look off to the side, at the next act waiting in the wings and we see—”

Don laughed. “You’re right, we were onstage when we realized it!”

“—at more or less the same time, I think—”

“Yes?” said Kathy.

“—the Amazing Dancing Daisy, the headliner following us—”

“Nobody had bothered to explain to us that she was a trained donkey,” Cosmo explained. “We were literally opening for an ass.”

“How was she?” Kathy managed, once she had more or less gotten her wild laughter under control. “The dancing, I mean?”

“Her footwork was a little sloppy,” said Don.

“Don’s just cross,” said Cosmo confidingly, “because she got much more applause than us.”

“They kept throwing her flowers!” said Don. “What was she meant to do with them? She didn’t even have hands!”

“So listen, Kathy.” Cosmo leaned way over Don to make eye contact with her. “The next time you two are having some sort of petty domestic squabble, if Don tries to act all high and mighty, just remember: I’m pretty sure your lawfully wedded husband is still, deep down, jealous of a donkey.”

Don grabbed Cosmo’s shoulder and flashed him a mock-scowl. “Why, when we get back on solid land…”

“I’m not afraid of you, villain,” said Cosmo, “not with your lady love here.” He stretched out an arm to Kathy. “You’ll protect me, won’t you?”

“Of course, good sir,” said Kathy, genteelly taking his hand and it was a joke, it was ridiculous, it was all completely harmless because Cosmo was hardly a threat to their marriage, and so Cosmo ducked his head and fluttered his lashes at her, and cooed,

“How shall I ever repay you?”

And then, without breaking eye contact, Kathy brought his hand to her mouth and kissed it, just a quick, warm, press of lips, entirely chaste but somehow something different, and Cosmo darted a nervous glance at up Don—he was practically in Don’s lap at this point, to better reach out to Don’s wife—because threat or not, there had to be some kind of line Cosmo was crossing. But Don was just watching them, with parted lips and slightly glazed eyes, as if it was not at all upsetting to see his girl and his best friend doing…whatever it was they were doing, and this moment was rapidly sliding away from any point of reference Cosmo might’ve had. 

Normally, Cosmo liked other people’s eyes on him. That was half the reason anyone was in showbiz, wasn’t it? Nobody might’ve looked at him twice in the street but with the right props and a couple of dance moves, he could be somebody for the length of a number or two, spread a little joy and get a lot of it back. So it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy Don looking at him and Kathy like that. It was just—it was too much, too close to something he might’ve dreamed up alone in his bed at night. He hadn’t, but that was mostly because he’d lacked the imagination.

Cosmo freed himself, twisted back upright, and coughed. “On second thought,” he said. “I think the ventriloquist was in Dead Man’s Fang, in Arizona? Coyoteville was where that strongman threw up inside Don’s fiddle.”

“How did he manage to—” Kathy sounded sincerely perplexed. She’d left a coral pink lip print on the back of Cosmo’s hand. He tugged his coat sleeves down to his fingertips.

“Sheer determination,” said Cosmo.

[sherryrowen]

Just when I thought I was moving on to my next fixation with the fish man of Pressure, this fandom comes back and gets me back in.

I swear this fandom is getting a strong grip on me and it’s not letting go

Anyway, onto the drawing, this is Brick, he’s from the Horrorfell Au, this specific variation is from a story in Ao3 titled “Tangles” this drawing is just one of the multiple ones on a character sheet I’m working on (yes another one, idk how I’m working on so many characters sheets lately but I ain’t complaining lol) and it’s actually from a scene in the story. (This is just a test of colors btw, the final one in the ref sheet might look different)

Guys this man is such a cutie pie I can’t hgcchgcjyfkyftaetarhgcj

Got a little inspired by this version of Brick by @calcium-supplement

Brick belongs to @popatochisssp

Go read Tangles guys!!!