#malevolent madness mixup

[aktrashpanda]

A fucked up fairytale needs some fucked up stained glass.

One more from my MMM collaboration with @late-to-the-magnus-archives Read Blood and Sand here!

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[toby-ko]

What's up! I'm back and here with some art I did to accompany @threearmsally's fic that we worked together to make for the @malevolentmadnessmixup event! I had a lot of fun drawing for it, and definitely had a lot of fun working with my team partner to brainstorm ideas for the fic.

Here's the art I did!

The name of the fic is called Of Shadow and Simplicity. <- Link So go check it out!

In addition, I highly recommend checking out both @threearmsally's works on tumblr (Kylaesthetics on Ao3), and @malevolentmadnessmixup for more fics that other teams did for the event!

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[pikachic]

Lasciare Suonare: In music terminology, it means to 'let ring'; sustain. An instruction to allow the sound to continue, do not damp. Used frequently in harp or guitar music, occasionally in piano or percussion.

Here are my pieces for this year’s Malevolent Madness Mixup- a six page comic of a scene from Lasc1are_Su0nare by the amazing @maddoc05! It’s a story where Arthur is a private investigator and John is an android singer entangled with Arthur’s most recent case.

Go give it a read! We had so much fun working on the story and art and we’re super proud of the result! And thank you so much to Maddy for working with me and for writing such a delicious fic, and to @malevolentmadnessmixup for making this event possible!

#malevolent #malevolent madness mixup #mmm2024 #malevolent podcast #arthur lester #john doe malevolent #arthur malevolent #jarthur #my art #malevolent AU #malevolent fanart

[blackmarketvoices]

The 2024 Malevolent Madness Mixup event just concluded with a slew of astounding collaborative works! So, it's time to celebrate them with...

✨BMV & MMM Collab: Twitch Stream Days✨

All fics will be reviewed, however, the first week's fics will be read blind by the voice actors at Black Market Voices! The second week will have excerpts read aloud. All art will be shown on the stream unless otherwise requested by the artist! All times in EST Blind Reads

✨Sun April 14, 7-10pm - Of Shadow and Simplicity / War at Home ✨Tues April 16, 730-10pm - Waters of Leophryne ✨Wed April 17, 7-10pm - God of Cowboys and Fools ✨Fri April 19, 7-10pm - Toe Tags and Second Chances / The Cost of Indomitability ✨Sun April 21, 7-10pm - And In Blood Is Born Anew

Reviews & Excerpts

✨Mon April 22, 7-10pm - Fics: Lasc1are_Su0nare / Blood and Sand ✨Tues April 23, 7-10pm - Fic: In Golden Gags ✨Wed April 24, 7-10pm - Fics: (Help Me) I've Got No Soul To Sell / Sillage ✨Fri April 26, 7-10pm - Fic: The Moon Had Turned To Gold

Please join us to celebrate these amazing events works! Event will be held on twitch at vmprsm

We look forward to seeing you there!

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[captaincravatthecapricious]

My contribution to the Malevolent Mixup! I had a wonderful time working with @threearmsally!!!!!

GO FORTH AND READ

@malevolentmadnessmixup

#malevolent #malevolent madness mixup #malevolent podcast #parker yang #Arthur Lester #John doe #art #my art

[frankenarts]

I present @sepiabandensis - Kraiva's wonderful fic I had the joy to do some art for! Truly a wonderful and sweet person to get to know a little better, couldn't have asked for a lovelier partner for this project ❤️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54793837

“Archival duty?” Arthur Lester shook, his teeth gritting as he fought not to jump out of his chair.

“Archival duty?” John Doe echoed, and Arthur could have fucking punched him.

“That’s it,” John murmured. “Give yourself to me, Arthur.” He laughed again, dark and crue

#malevolent #malevolent madness mixup #mmm2024 #masked

[malevolentmadnessmixup]

Triple-M Signups - NOW OPEN!

Signups for the Malevolent Madness Mixup are Now Open!

Signups will be available from midnight on January 1st to midnight on January 21st. The sign up form will include:

Discord Username

Preferred creative style (writer/artist/both)

Suggestions for tropes/AUs

You must have Discord, and you must be over 18 to join this event. We will be adding individuals to the server weekly on Fridays, and the mods will be available through that space and here on tumblr for any questions or concerns!

SIGNUP HERE

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[elias-the-corvid]

My drawings for Malevolent Madness Mixup!!!

These are companion pieces for this fic:

Please go read it!!! It's beautiful and was really fun to plan :)

This was such an awesome event!!!! And don't forget to check everyone else's stuff today and tomorrow!! Seriously everyone did such a marvelous job. (If you wanna know more check out @malevolentmadnessmixup)

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #malevolent madness mixup #mmm2024 #Elias does stuff #digital art #art

[futuresoon]

i participated as an artist in @malevolentmadnessmixup! i got to work with the lovely @late-to-the-magnus-archives, who wrote the fantastic god of cowboys and fools. check it out and the other fics in the collection! here are the two pieces i drew:

i had a lot of fun working with trin, and i hope people enjoy the fic and the art!

#malevolent madness mixup #mmm2024 #malevolent #arthur lester #john doe #futuresoon talks about malevolent #futuresoon draws stuff

[iconiccookie]

hi! These are the statues I did for the @malevolentmadnessmixup event to accompany the incredible fic War at Home written by the talented @foxtrotsicrra.

I had an amazing time working together with Alex on this project!

The fic is absolutly awesome you should definitely go and read it!

And a note from Alex: I had an absolute blast working together, the collaboration was SO fun and rewarding to bring to life. We hope you enjoy!

here are some more pictures of each statue individually

And some cursed pictures of Arthur!

#malevolent madness mixup #mmm2024 #malevolent #malevolent podcast #john doe malevolent #arthur lester

[aktrashpanda]

When John Luke was nine, Parker stopped writing back.

It took a while before John Luke was sure, before he allowed the worry to slither into his bones, and take flavor and color away, and leave only trembling cold behind. Parker had never been quiet this long. Something had happened.

John Luke Yang wants his brother back. When he learns about a wish—offered by a god, in exchange for winning some kind of game—he's willing to leave everything behind in pursuit of it.

But the Dreamlands are not safe, and the King in Yellow has gone mad. The Games are not designed to be survived.

Luke has fallen into deep and dangerous waters. Fortunately, he won't be swimming alone.

Written for the @malevolentmadnessmixup

Fic by @late-to-the-magnus-archives

Art by @aktrashpanda

#malevolent madness mixup #MMM2024 #malevolent #malevolent podcast #malevolent au #malevolent fic #malevolent fanfic #malevolent fanart #john doe malevolent #arthur lester #the butcher malevolent #dennis collins #the king in yellow #kiy malevolent #kiy #luke yang #parker yang #lovecraftian horror #blood and sand fic #my art

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Blood and sand - Chapter One

When John Luke was nine, Parker stopped writing back.

It took a while before John Luke was sure, before he allowed the worry to slither into his bones, and take flavor and color away, and leave only trembling cold behind. Parker had never been quiet this long. Something had happened.

John Luke Yang wants his brother back. When he learns about a wish—offered by a god, in exchange for winning some kind of game—he's willing to leave everything behind in pursuit of it.

But the Dreamlands are not safe, and the King in Yellow has gone mad. The Games are not designed to be survived.

Luke has fallen into deep and dangerous waters. Fortunately, he won't be swimming alone.

Written for the @malevolentmadnessmixup. Art by @aktrashpanda.

>>>>READ ON AO3 OR BELOW<<<<

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Chapter One: Before

When John Luke was nine, Parker stopped writing back.

It took a while before John Luke was sure, before he allowed the worry to slither into his bones, and take flavor and color away, and leave only trembling cold behind. Parker had never been quiet this long. Something had happened.

Phone calls were expensive, and even with what Parker sent every month, John Luke didn’t have much change. It all went to their older sister, Phoebe, who meant well—she really did—but she hadn’t planned on caring for her baby brother in the expense of San Francisco, not when she had her own kids to feed.

She’d never approved of Parker going back east, anyway. San Francisco was easier. Safer. There were more people here like them.

John Luke didn’t particularly feel like anyone was like him. He had no friends. He had his big brother, and that had always been good enough.

But Parker stopped writing back. So for a solid week, John Luke ran errands, washed windows, subbed for the paperboy (Toby would do anything to get out of work), and scrounged at last enough money to call Yang and Lester P.I., in Arkham, Massachusetts.

The phone rang and rang, and nobody ever picked up.

#

Phoebe finally listened to him because the money stopped coming, and she called the police in Arkham. That’s how they learned Parker was dead.

The body had been incinerated. They hadn’t bothered to contact next of kin (“Because he was a—” Phoebe’s husband said, and then used a slur that made Phoebe smack him). They’d sold all his goods at police auction. It was over. Parker was gone as though he’d never existed, and there was nothing left.

John Luke cried a lot. He probably wasn’t supposed to. Someone should, though. Shouldn't they?

Was there someone else? Adults always had other people, didn’t they? He’d peeked into Phoebe’s address book, but all she’d had was Parker’s name, office address, and office phone number… all of which had been lightly crossed out with a single, precise pencil line.

That made him cry again. He couldn’t even verbalize why.

He left her address book open as if forcing her to see Parker’s name could possibly conjure grief from her, too, and tried to continue his life.

#

When John Luke was ten, he discovered magic.

He hadn’t meant to. He’d been in trouble at school again—the kind he always got into by trying to be good. They said he was sullen when he was quiet. They said he was rude when he just struggled to make eye-contact. They said he was antisocial, when trying to talk to his peers felt like being a bug trying to swim in molasses.

(He knew about molasses. Phoebe and Parker had been living with their parents in Boston in 1919, and he’d never forgotten the nightmarish description of a spider trapped in that horrible flow, unable to lift its limbs to save itself.)

So he was in trouble. They made him sit in the corner with a dunce cap on, even though he had the highest grades in class. It was dark by the time he headed home.

He'd probably be in trouble for that, not that he was ever noticed any other time. He could admit it to himself in the crowded, smelly dark of this night: no one would be upset if he didn’t come home. If he didn’t come home, Phoebe would maybe cross his name out with a light pencil line, and that would be that.

Feeling sick, he slowed. John Luke passed irregular streetlamps and neon lights proclaiming CHOP SUEY and SHANGHAI LOW. Passed the alleys where (he'd been told) the Tong had fought for supremacy only a few years before. And then, he stopped. He stopped at the alley leading to the five flights of stairs that would take him to Phoebe’s apartment. Stopped, because he did not want to go home.

Home was… home was… not here. Home was gone.

He missed Parker.

Strange, sometimes, how these moments hit, unexpected and unplanned, without any warning for how they changed one’s life course. John Luke could not know this was one such moment now. He only knew he could go where he belonged—to disapproval, to cold quiet, to disappointment he’d gotten in trouble, to early bed and (conveniently) no dinner—

Or.

He could walk in the traffic-clogged streets, and pretend he was like them, and stay out all night long, because who was going to stop him? Maybe a cop, but more likely, no one. And that, right now, felt better than going back. So, he walked.

He walked, head down, hands pocketed, unconcerned for thieves because he had nothing to steal. He walked, crying softly, wishing Parker were here, wishing the police had been wrong. He walked, and turned streets at random, and tried not to bump into anyone (impossible), and ignored pickpockets, and found a neon sign he’d never seen before.

CHANGE FORTUNE

That was silly. So silly. He knew all of that kind of thing was bullshit. He knew science was real. Math mattered. Magic was lies. There was no such thing as fortune or luck.

CHANGE FORTUNE

What good would it do to try, anyway? He had no money. (Toby got caught outsourcing, and now nobody could take turns for him anymore.) It didn’t even mean anything. It wouldn’t do anything.

He couldn’t bring Parker back. Not even the old-world stories Phoebe’s ancient mother-in-law told portrayed that as possible.

CHANGE FORTUNE

On the other hand, what harm could it do?

John Luke stepped inside the shop. It was a dark, creaky space, with creaky floors and creaky fans and creaky something that almost sounded like alien voices, some kind of insect choir, impossible beings squeaking some kind of song for whatever they thought songworthy.

The shop was narrow—one long room, lit only by the front windows, with shelves floor-to-ceiling on either side, crammed with unlabeled goods wrapped in dust and mystery. And at the far end, behind a glass counter, sat a little old man.

A little old man who beckoned him forward. A little old man with pale eyes, and lips that did not smile. A little old man who seemed to have fox-ears if John Luke didn’t look directly, and a fox-tail if John-Luke looked away. “You,” the old man said. “You look young, healthy. I need help. Can you help me?”

John Luke’s Mandarin was pretty good, and he understood. “Yes, sir?”

The old man tried to stand, winced (a grimace that showed his pointed teeth), and sat again. “It’s time to pay my rent, but I’m injured. Could you take my rent money to my landlord? He lives upstairs; it won’t be a terrible journey. This way, he won’t hound me, and I can recover from my fall in peace. Please help me.”

Well… what was John Luke going to say, no? It was obvious the old man (who was human, no matter what imagination claimed) needed help. John Luke understood needing help. He took the envelope.

He did not open it. Following instructions, he walked around the outside of the building, found the fire escape, climbed it, and knocked on the window of the second floor.

It was opened by someone he could not see. A darker shape in darkness, with round, frog-like eyes, glinting in the gloom.

John Luke swallowed and held the envelope out. “From the man downstairs.”

“Thank you, John Luke,” said the darker shape in darkness, and took the envelope with a hand (green, mottled, webbed) that fortunately did not make contact.

And John Luke trembled on his way down the stairs, and swallowed bile as he hesitated outside that shop door (CHANGE FORTUNE), and finally went inside because rationally, this could not be real, what he’d seen up there, and if it was, he had no name for it, but if it was real, then he needed to see where it went.

The old man smiled, and offered some steaming tea. “What do you want, more than all the world?”

John Luke did not live in a home or an era in which taking things from strangers was verboten, so he took the warm, fragile teacup and sipped. He didn’t know this brew; it was floral, a strange taste, almost dusty, but so good he suddenly had to fight the urge to gulp it down at once. “My brother.”

Why had he answered that?

“A challenging proposition,” said the old man. “I can’t give him back to you.”

John Luke’s heart ached. Ached. As if disappointed, but he couldn’t be, because that meant he’d hoped for the impossible. “I know. No one can, sir.”

The old man pointed his knobbly, wrinkled finger. “There is one who can. It will cost you; it will take much effort, trial, error, and triumph, but there is one who can. It will cost you. But there is one who can.”

The repeat mattered, made this like a vow, and John Luke stood there holding a teacup that was not his, trembling from head to toe, and suddenly knew this was the hinge his life would turn on. There would be a before and an after this choice—but if he could get his brother back, he did not care about the cost. “Please,” he said, and pretended tears weren’t leaking down his cheeks, hoping the darkness of the room would hide them.

The old man nodded. “Good luck, John Luke.” He held his hand out, palm up, and blew on it, right into John Luke’s face.

And John Luke woke up at home, on Phoebe’s spare children’s mattress. Beside his head, a pile of ancient, mold-spotted books in various languages waited to be read.

#

Of course, CHANGE FORTUNE was gone. It was an abandoned laundromat, flooded out, walls and floors ruined by water too thoroughly for anyone to bother renovating it. Mold climbed the walls. He doubted the apartments above were clear of it.

He walked around the side of the building, and found that the fire escape was rusted off, broken, completely missing from the third floor down.

Right. So.

It had happened. He knew it had. By kindness to an old man, he’d earned… something.

A chance, his gut said, which was not a guarantee.

It was ludicrous to believe. Insane. Crazytown.

John Luke believed, and in hope he would somehow resurrect his brother, he went home and opened the first book.

[chapter two] [masterpost]

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[xenoglssie]

I took part in the @malevolentmadnessmixup challenge, and did art for LynnLarsh's fic on AO3! This was a ton of fun, and Lynn was an absolute delight to work with on this.

Go read their fic, it's fantastic!! Mind the warnings, its exactly what it says on the tin!

We did some Arkayne which is always fun hehe.

I will post image preview below, alongside a click away link, as the images are NSFW-adjacent!

My art is so inconsistent omfg.

This was a ton of fun, and I look forward to events like this in the future!

#Masked #malevolent madness mixup #arkayne

[flamiart]

Illustrations for @vmprsm's MMM event fanfiction, "In Golden Gags"!

more under the cut ;P

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[foxtrotsicrra]

WAR AT HOME.

Military spy Arthur Lester is sent behind enemy lines with two simple directives: learn more about the enemy's most decorated fighter pilot, John Doe, and investigate what it is about their fleet of ships that makes them so special. He learns all that and so much more, entangling himself deeper and more profoundly than he ever intended.

Read it on AO3!

This is the piece I wrote for the Malevolent Madness Mixup challenge, @malevolentmadnessmixup! Our prompts were "Aliens" for the AU setting and "Secret Identity" for the trope, and let me tell you, Lea ( @iconiccookie ) and I came up with WAY more world building, lore, and plot than I managed to cram in here! I had an absolute blast working together, the collaboration was SO fun and rewarding to bring to life. We hope you enjoy!

#malevolent madness mixup #mmm2024 #foxtrotsicrra.doc

[sparklyandheroic]

My fic for the Malevolent Madness Mixup event is live! My artist doesn't really do socials and said they only put things up online anonymously, so I can only say that they were really lovely!

#mmm2024 #malevolent madness mixup #my fanfic