#big bang moodboards

[zeroandvoid]

✨ Shamy moodboard ✨

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Her talent is absolutely amazing

[aroyallybigbangrwrb]

ARTISTS!!! Now's your chance to sign up!

We are seeking those who create Illustrations, Podfic, Edits (whether stationary images, gif sets or videos set to song), Moodboards, Title Card/Banners and/or Playlists to join in for the Royally Big Bang!

If you'd like to get involved, you will need to complete the Artist Registration Form in which you will be able to rank your top choices based on the type of art you'd like to create, as well as Tier and Summary.

Summaries can be found here on the Author Summary Spreadsheet and are sorted by Tier.

Artists may register for more than one project, we just ask that you please fill in the form again for each subsequent project you are willing to take on so our numbers are accurate for pairing purposes.

We are crazy excited to have over 90 projects for you to choose from!!! You have from now until March 8th to express your interest in participating as an artist.

[outcastpack]

I'm kinda hoping for forever

My 1st Thiam big bang and I got the chance to be paired with one of my best friends @de-constructmybones who made the amazing art piece to go along with this fic that yall should definitely check out and check out the rest of Aidens art.

Link to the art and Aidens blog here!!

Also, link to the fic itself!!!

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall/Malia Tate, Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt, Hayden Romero/Tracy Stewart, Alec/Nolan (Teen Wolf)

Characters: Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken, Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant (Teen Wolf), Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Isaac Lahey, Nolan (Teen Wolf), Alec (Teen Wolf), Josh Diaz (Teen Wolf), Olivia Hewitt

Additional Tags: First Meetings, Liam Dunbar has a Heart Condition, First Kiss, First Dates, (sorta) - Freeform, Skipping Prom, Bisexual Liam Dunbar, Gay Theo Raeken, Fake/Pretend Relationship, in the sense that Theo lies for Liam, No Beta, Thiam Big Bang (Teen Wolf), Thiam Big Bang 2024 Summary:

“I’d.... rather hang here with you honestly.” Liam rushed out before he could talk himself into saying anything else. Theo’s gaze turned a little shocked and very curious, blinking a few times like he had to check if he had heard Liam right.

“Why?” Theo finally asked after a few seconds of silence.

“You told me to do what I want and what will make me happy, I've been told so many goddamn times today that tomorrow isn't guaranteed. So, I can go to Prom alone and be sitting there wondering who exactly Theo I-don’t-know-your-second-name is or I can spend it with you, figuring exactly that out.” Liam explained, his hands felt clammy and sweaty suddenly at the thought that he had just made one big fool out of himself and scared Theo off.

@officialthiamlibrary

[lya-dustin]

BOOM!

moodboard for the fic by @exitpursuedbyavulcan made for the @hotd-bigbang

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Sheldon Cooper aka The Genius Physicist

[karadanverss]

My contribution to the @strangerthingsreversebigbang! I had a blast working with @whataboutthefish! They wrote a great fic to go along with it!

[imfinereallyy]

my pirate steddie moodboard art for the wonderful @hitlikehammers fic for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event <3 I lucked out in working with such lovely people for this event and they were no exception. Such a bright light to work with.

check out the fic here: Under the Water (Our Hearts Will Dream Again)

[blazethecheeto]

Sanders Scythes Moodboards

In honour of finishing up posting my story for the Sanders Sides Big Bang, I've made some moodboards of the characters! Check the story out here!

𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪

Story

𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪

Roman

I will not run. I will stay, and I will fight. 

𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪

Virgil

“I’m Virgil,” he said, the words feeling like taking flight and breathing in clean air after the smog.

𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪

Logan

“I fight because I am important. I will be important. I am Scythe Logan, and I will not be ignored.”

𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪

Janus

“Pity,” he said to himself, taking another sip as he reached the window. “I have all of this gold and no one to share it with.”

𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪

Patton

Patton was still himself, but he didn’t feel like it. He felt like an imposter in his skin. 

𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪

Remus

“You don’t get to act like you’re better than me. Not anymore. Not after all of this.”

𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪

Orange

“I am wrath. My bloodstream is made of fire. My skin is made of magma."

𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪 𓆩✧𓆪

Be sure to check out the two incredible art pieces made for Sanders Scythes as well!!

@zombiesandbells

@lycheeleeches

[zeroandvoid]

✨ Amy Farrah Fowler moodboard ✨

[starrystevie]

where the spirit meets the bones

written by @starrystevie with art by @paintedpatroclus for the steddie big bang.

releasing in october 2023; full excerpt under read more

after finding out that his father passed away and that the munson family home in townsend, tennessee is now uncle wayne's, eddie munson makes his way back to the little house nestled on the out skirts of the appalachian mountains. he brings along someone to help with the heavy lifting, to help carry boxes and clean out the junk the house has accumulated over the years. in walks steve harrington with his hands and arms open and ready to do much more than just the heavy lifting. together, the two work through eddie's grief and anger, acceptance and closure. it's all wrapped up in a family house in the mountains of east tennessee. it's where eddie learns how to let go, how to let people in, and how to live as free as the winds blowing through the overgrown weeds. and if it means seeing steve trying to catch crawdads in the sunshine and seeing the stars twinkling in his eyes in the moonlight, then eddie's happy to be along for the ride.

The moment Eddie peeled his eyes open only to get blinded by the morning sun, he knew it was going to be a shitty day.

His head was pounding. The vodka (and tequila and beer and gin) from last night’s festivities made it feel like he had been hit by a truck and then possibly re-run over by said truck. His arms were as heavy as lead and his stomach was rolling, bile churning around looking for a new place to call home.

Eddie pushed himself out of bed as quickly as his spinning head would allow to bend over the trash can by his dresser, pushing the contents in it down so whatever he got out of his system wouldn’t overflow. After hours of emptying his stomach (it was in fact, only a few seconds), he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, and grimaced at the sour taste it left behind. It took more energy than he wanted to exert, but he brought himself to sit against his bed, eyes closed against the bright sunlight and took in deep, steadying breaths.

Hangovers had never been his friend. He always felt like such a baby whenever he had one because they drained him, debilitating and humiliating. 

Water, he needed water. Even if he was going to throw it all back up after chugging it down, his body was too dehydrated to function. With a groan, Eddie pulled his feet under him and braced his arms on the side of his bed to push himself off the ground. He had to stand there for a few seconds to regain his balance before walking sluggishly to the door of his room. 

The kitchen in their new trailer was close but not close enough that it didn’t wear him down just to make it the few steps. Eddie’s eyes were closed as he shuffled along the floor, his socks shifting uncomfortably and causing the toe line to get stuck under his toes. There were more serious problems at hand though, so he pushed that gross feeling to the side to focus on opening a cabinet with as little noise as possible. 

Eddie wanted to dunk his head under the running tap as soon as he turned it on. His eyes felt like they were covered in gunk and he had definitely been too sweaty for too long last night as his hair was now all tangled at the base of his neck. He settled for filling up his cup instead of showering in the kitchen sink and took a large gulp, downing the cup and pulling away to gasp for breath. He filled the cup up once more with the intention to chug it down but a fresh wave of nausea had him groaning. 

“Long night?”

Wayne’s voice broke through the silence and had Eddie jumping out of his skin. With a shout, he brought his hand up to cover his chest where he could feel his heart thumping quickly under his palm.

“What the fuck, Wayne?” Eddie breathed out, closing his eyes with a sigh. His uncle chuckled in response. 

“Sorry, kid. Didn’t think I’d scare ya that bad.” 

The trailer fell into a tense silence as Eddie tried to catch his breath and calm his beating heart. Wayne was sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter smoking a cigarette, the ashtray next to him full, scribbling something into a notepad in front of him. He huffed, crossed something out more times than was probably necessary and then continued writing. 

Eddie took a smaller sip of his water once the fear from being jump scared had settled and he remembered just how thirsty he was. A glance at the clock told him it wasn’t even 9 in the morning. “Shouldn’t you still be at work?” 

Wayne grunted in response, puffed at the cigarette that was at the side of his mouth, didn’t even bother looking up from the legal pad as he continued writing. 

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then,” Eddie muttered under his breath as he turned around to find the medicine cabinet over the sink. Tylenol was very much needed if he had any hope of fighting off the day long headache he was already sporting. 

The sound of Wayne ripping off a sheet of paper and crumpling it in his hands was harsh against Eddie’s ears in the otherwise quiet room, causing him to wince and whine like a toddler. 

“Okay, I’m going back to bed for at least 8 more hours so I’ll see-”

“Eddie, wait.” 

Wayne’s voice stopped him in his tracks where he had already started his way back to his bed to be a zombie for the rest of the day. Eddie turned around and saw his uncle run a hand down his face before stubbing out his cigarette and pulling out another. He motioned with a hand to have them both come sit on the couch. 

“I gotta talk to you, bud,” he continued as he stood up slowly from his stool to sit down on the couch. 

This wasn’t normal. Sure, they talked whenever they were both magically home at the same time about easy things, the weather, work, what parts they needed to fix up Wayne’s junker truck. But the way Wayne looked made Eddie apprehensive. It made his stomach turn with nerves rather than with the lingering nausea of his hangover. 

“It’s not you, it’s me?” Eddie joked, forcing a laugh onto the end of the sentence to try and make the tension in the room dissipate. He stayed where he was, pressed against the doorframe to his bedroom, thumbnail running over the hard plastic of the cup still in his hand. 

Wayne rolled his eyes before leveling Eddie with an unamused stare. “Just come sit down.” 

He wanted to do the exact opposite of that. His head was still throbbing and his stomach was too unsettled to do anything but gurgle at him, he wanted to brush his teeth to get the grime off them and crawl back into bed to get his limbs feeling normal again. The last thing Eddie wanted to do was have a talk with his uncle. 

The last time they had ‘a talk’ was when he was 15 and he got condoms thrown in his lap with a gruff, “you better stay safe out there, ain't no extra room in here for any babies,” and Eddie didn’t have the heart to tell him he hadn’t even kissed anyone yet. 

Still, he found himself shuffling back across the floor, his sock catching on a stray nailhead sticking up from the carpet tack strip for a brief moment. Eddie flopped onto the couch in a less than graceful way, pressing his back against the arm and bringing his legs up to sit criss-cross on the cushion. 

“Now,” Wayne started with a sigh. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, his arm that was slung across the top of the couch picking at an errant thread. “I know you ain’t feeling too hot and I’m sorry about that, but I gotta tell you this before the day goes on much longer.” 

Eddie’s mind went a million directions. Wayne lost his job, he’s kicking Eddie out, he’s got some weird lung disease from breathing in fumes at the plant, they have to-

“It’s about your dad.”

They hadn’t talked about Eddies’ parents in a long time, there hadn’t really been a need to. His mom had passed away when he was young, the copious drugs in her system causing her heart to stop. And his dad was in prison with 20 years for grand theft auto. It was why Eddie lived with Wayne in the first place; after his brother went to jail, CPS moved him to his closest relative which meant Eddie was going to Hawkins. 

Eddie stilled, felt his head slowly tilt to the side like a dog hearing a whistle. “So I have a feeling I am not awake enough or like… sober enough for this conversation.” 

“Yeah, probably not.” Wayne replied with a sharp gust of air through his nose, nodded his head slowly. “Do you wanna wait until you can get some more rest?” 

“Fuck no,” Eddie said with a shake of his head, feeling his brain sloshing around in his skull and man, he really was too hungover for this. “You’ve got me all intrigued now.”

His uncle nodded again with understanding and he took in a deep breath. “It’s hard to tell ya, kid, but he… uhh. He got the pneumonia or something and it wasn’t clearing up and he-”

Wayne took in another deep breath. Eddie knew he wasn’t awake enough for this.

“They found him in his bunk this morning. Guess he just didn’t wake up.”

All Eddie could do was nod. He felt his eyebrows furrow in for the briefest of seconds before flattening back out. His limbs suddenly felt lighter than they ever had, like he was floating up off their scratchy couch, weightless. His head was still foggy from the liquor that he had shot the night before but everything was a bit clearer now.

“So umm,” he bit at the inside of his lip for a moment, eyes flickering back up to meet Wayne’s. He didn’t even realize he had been staring off into space. Didn’t know how long he had been tapped out of the conversation. “What do we…?”

What did he even want to ask? He didn’t know where to start. 

Logically, there were things to figure out. He was sure they had to get his… body, right? Have a funeral or something. Fuck, how do you plan a funeral for someone you don’t really even know? He was an orphan now, and wasn’t that just a trip to think about. Orphaned at 22… was it even considered orphaned at that point? Or was that just being an adult with no parents left? It’s not like he expected some grand reunion with his dad when his time was served but he didn’t know the last he talked to him let alone saw him and-

“Eddie, breath.” 

He brought his vision back into focus, looked at Wayne’s watery eyes and felt the wetness in his own. He didn’t realize he said that all out loud.  

“I don’t know what to do.”

Wayne’s face pulled up in a show of compassion before mellowing into what Eddie thought was supposed to look comforting. He gave him a small smile, one corner of his mouth pulling up and crinkling the side of his face. 

“Tell you the truth, I don’t really know either bud.” Wayne brought up a hand and pet at Eddie’s knee once, twice, letting the silence of the new trailer without its clangs and groans of the old one wash over them. “I’ll give you some time to think.”

Eddie wanted to be 5 years old again. He wanted to scrunch up his nose and curl his fists and stomp on the ground to get his anger out. He wanted to sit at the edge of his mom’s bed and feel the well-worn quilt she loved so much under his fingers. He wanted to go back in time and figure out why his life had to be such shit before he even had a chance to have a life. 

It was easy to blame it all on Gary Munson and if he was gone, who could Eddie blame now?

[pearyaoki]

it's nice to have a friend

Will Byers finds himself in a mirror version of his own world - dark, cold, and without a single living person to be found. What he expects to be a haunting solo trip through a twisted version of Hawkins quickly gets turned upside down when he runs face first into another boy. Though suspicious at first, Will slowly starts to warm up to the strange boy as they get to know each other and find out they have a surprising amount of things in common….

....Meanwhile, Mike Wheeler hasn't seen his best friend in a long time. While the police give up hope and file it as a cold case, Mike staunchly refuses to throw away the hope that someday he'll see his best friend again.

written and created for the bylerbigbang2023 ❤️

[idiot-business]

happy @lockwoodandcobigbang2023 !!!

made these two versions of the same moodboard for @teaandtoastandthyme and their fantastic fic liminal spaces - go check it out RIGHT NOW, i'm serious, it's absolutely brilliant.

and version 2!

[juiceofmoons]

It's not hard, in this rough jungle It was me who ran into it, I'm okay

Stayblr Skz 5th Anniversary -> DAY 1: BIG HUGS, EVEN BIGGER BUTT DAY

Skz as Albums:

♕ | ♛ | ⋆⋆♕⋆⋆. 

Bang Chan -> Clé 1: Miroh

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Melissa Cooper aka Missy

[karadanverss]

Another of my contributions for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang! I was so glad to work with @plutosrose! They wrote a really amazing fic to go with it! Make sure to give it a read!