#mbb23

[olives-and-lilies]

So there’s been something in the works, @malevolentbigbang has happened, the results are in!

I got to work with the lovely @jay-jay-bird, our writer with a truly wicked skill for tactile imagery and sneaky foreshadowing, and @butzenscheibe, another damn good artists (the color control, seriously!)

Here are my humble additions, to this beautiful fic

[ID: A digital painting of Arthur Lester leaning on a counter with a mug in hand. He has long brown hair, a goatee, and bright blue eyes. He’s wearing a white tank top that shows his freckled arms, and his head is cocked playfully to the side, mouth open, cheeks blushing. In front of him stands John Doe, seen from the back. He has slicked-back blonde hair and is wearing a striped collared shirt. He holds a copy of The New York Times open in front of him. The words, “I’d probably just tie you down,” are written across the top of the image, and a blue broken circuit symbol emanates from Arthur. End ID]

[ID: a digital painting of a close up of piano keys with two hands resting on them. On the left is Arthur’s right hand, and on the right is John’s left hand. They are not quite close enough to touch, but Arthur’s pinky is slightly extended toward John’s. End ID]

[ID Left: Digital painting of Arthur’s shirtless back from the neck to the waist. John’s hands are cinching the knots on a black shibari rope harness that wraps around Arthur’s torso and pins his arms back. The scene is bathed in warm golden firelight. End ID]

[ID Right: Digital painting of Arthur in profile, from the shoulders up. He is shirtless, and part of a rope harness is visible around his arm. His lips are parted and he is looking back at John, who has his mouth to Arthur’s ear and one hand wrapped around Arthur’s chin. End ID]

[ID: Digital painting of John and Arthur’s hands. John is reaching for Arthur’s wrist, which has a faint red mark around it. Text: “‘You are an uncompromising man, Arthur Lester.’ John caught hold of Arthur’s wrist, gently running his thumb over the marks left by the rope. His calloused fingertips caught on each slight indentation, a match-strike touch that sent sparks across his skin. ‘And yet you offer yourself to me, when you would yield to no one else in the numberless worlds. Your faith is more precious than gold; it tastes sweeter than any wine. To a god, there is no greater gift than that.’” End ID]

Shoutout to @genderfluid-draws for helping me with the IDs, they are not my strong point and druid is absolutely next level at them