STCG Reverse Big Bang
STCG is excited to announce
REVERSE BIG BANG - A collaboration between artists and authors!The STCG modmins wanted to make sure to have an event focused on celebrating our wonderful fandom artists, which is how the idea for a Reverse Big Bang was born.
What is a Big Bang?
A Big Bang is a fandom event in which longer fanfic and matching art are created over a timeframe of several weeks. Usually, the fic is written first and art is created afterwards. In the case of a Reverse Big Bang however, first art gets created and a fic gets written inspired / based on that art.
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There is a twist in his stomach, a lit match, a burning goal that must be tended to or else it will set him ablaze later in the night. He could take care of it quickly, if that is the route that he'd like to take, but he does have the time now. Perhaps if he denies himself now, he could pin one of his concubines to the wall and ravish them, or perhaps persuade a guest to foolishly join him back to his quarters. Alas, he wants a familiar touch. He has a vessel for such matters at hand. But what energy shall he grant temporary escape today?
Accompanied with M0nstren’s art for the STCG 2k26 RBB challenge.
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Dawn approached as II stood before the heavy door, the early mist dampening his outerwear. From the outside, the manor was more crumbling castle than anything else, hiding the interior warmth with a wilting exterior, ivy curling out from the cracks, spiralling over windows they didn’t care to peek out of, weathered chips in stone belying the considered care within. II might have preferred a more minimalist home in another life, ordered and easy to track, but his opinions on interior design were of no particular interest to Sleep.
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"█████, please be reasonable," he pleads at his friend's bedside, stomach twisting and aching as he watches his best friend curl up into a tiny ball of blankets and shivering body, wrecked by a violent bout of coughing yet again.
"You know they—the Cure is not to be wasted on," █████ rasps before wheezing through another cough that he muffles against his blankets. "On a mere cold. I've taken my medicine, I'll be fine."
Except that's the same thing he had said earlier in the afternoon when his fever hadn't been as scalding against ██'s skin when he pressed his hand to his friend's forehead. And his hands—oh, his hands, ██ knows how badly they must hurt from all the clutching at the bedding when the cold weather already makes them tremble and ache, twisting them into something █████ is ashamed of.
"This is not right," ██ says, and it feels like a verdict he settles with himself. I will make it right, is what he doesn't say when he picks up a robe to throw over his nightshirt.
"You try to get some sleep, I'll get you more tea, okay?" ██ whispers against █████'s sweaty temple. "I'll be back soon," ██ promises before sneaking out the door.
He does not come back.
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veneration (noun.) taken from the middle english ‘veneracioun’ — a great respect; reverence even.
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my submission for the stcg's reverse big bang event!! :)