finally finished seven !! i love how she turned out so much ahhh <333 my sevenmancer mc is suffering greatly but is so in love with seven nonetheless and honestly girl same. these aren’t all of her outfits because honestly i gave her a lot 😭 but these are the main/cutest ones in my opinion. you can also see a bit of the tattoo she has of estrella’s initials and ofc her classic bandana !!
Alexa, play Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've)?
Infamous mane six my beloveds (go read it yall its so good)
(close ups and rant under the cut vvv)
guess who has over a dozen assignments to hand over in three days/a week and procrastinated by drawing the romance options of an interactive fiction game
hiiiiii it was me :,3
that being said, i really really really liked how most of these came out :] Seven came out exactly how i pictured her, Victoria and August too (although I don't know why i gave them beauty marks but i'm adopting it as truth now) and i'm super duper proud of them
Orion is close, but something about him is putting me off
griffin and seb...... im so sorry you two i dont know what happened griffin gave me SO MUCH PAIN this DIVA (why do I always struggle with the ones I want the most to come out good)
Infamous is such a good and fun story it has been carrying me these past and very gruesome few days and chapter 5 TOOK ME OUT there was so many moments I want to talk about but I AM IN LITERAL HELL so. Not right now.
PLEASE give it a chance its so well written I want to make whole animatics for it like I'm back to 2017
thank you thank you thank you @infamous-if for this wonderful story and making these even more wonderful characters come to life. hopefully, if I survive this semester i'll be able to post more about my mc and more fanarts and fics and AN ANIMATIC ILL GET TO THAT ONE DAY
all that said stan valenreign, stan 7 lawless, blake winter can suck my dick GOOD NIGHT
The high you feel hearing the crowd after a performance is one that can’t be replicated. Not even the strongest drugs can make you feel this…alive. Nothing else in the world can make you feel this alive.
Aside from Seven, of course.
But if the danger of the drug is measured by how strong the addiction is, you fear Seven Lawless is definitely the worst.
Or best, depending on how you look at it.
That thought runs through your mind now when Seven takes your hand and motions to the bathroom. Your friends are too busy riding that post-performance high by dancing together, and you look away from them to give Seven a nod.
The sly, evil smile that rises on her face makes a shiver run down your spine, and you allow her to pull you through the crowd.
When you two reach the bathroom, Seven looks under each stall as you throw cold water on your cheeks. You’re panting, sweaty, and your skin still burns with heat from the performance. When Seven is satisfied that you two are alone, she turns to look at you through the mirror. The secret smile on her face makes your skin burn hotter, and you’re certain that performing on stage to a stadium of people won’t ever hold a candle to how she makes you feel with one look.
She keeps her eyes trained on yours when she walks over to you, stopping to stand behind you. A lump forms in your throat, and a swell of excitement and nervousness rises in the pit of your stomach when she puts her hands on the sink, looking away from the mirror to tilt her head at you, gazing at your face.
“Hi.”
You manage a smile when you drag your eyes away from the mirror to turn your cheek, meeting her eyes. “Hey.”
Her humor fades away once her eyes settle on your mouth and you subconsciously lick your lips. Doing the same to her own, she appears to debate something for a brief moment. Then, with heated eyes, she leans forward and presses her mouth to yours.
The action is cautious, delicate, which is funny considering Seven was just head banging on stage minutes ago. You can taste the strawberry chapstick on her lips, and the heat of her tongue against yours makes your legs feel like goo. Kissing Seven is still something completely new to you.
After being best friends for years, you thought you knew all there was to know about Seven Lawless. It’s only recently that you discovered there’s a version of her you were completely in the dark about. Like how she kisses. How, sometimes, you look at her while you two are singing on stage and feel like she’s undressing you with her eyes. Or how she makes a certain sound in your mouth when you kiss her just right. A sound only you can pull from her.
When she pulls away, it’s too soon. She smiles at you. “You did really well on stage tonight.”
“Is that why you brought me to the bathroom?” you say with a smile of your own. “To compliment me?”
“Maybe.” Your nose brushes hers when she moves her head to kiss you again, chaste and brief. You ache for more. “Are you disappointed? Is it not enough?”
“Not nearly,” you admit, the words leaving you in a sigh.
Her eyes glitter with happiness and she chews on her lower lip in thought before saying, “I like when you want me. For a long time, I wasn't sure if you did. Well...I hoped you did."
You hate how easily saying things like that come to her. “So do I.”
“So do I.”
“Well, I want you all the time so that’s not really anything special…”
You sputter out a laugh, looking around the bathroom. Like most club bathrooms, it sits in disrepair from lack of maintenance. It’s dirty, and hardly romantic. When you look back at Seven, she’s looking at you with half a grin, already knowing what you’re going to say next. “Even now?”
“Especially now.” She looks at you. “Sweaty from performing and we’re alone…”
You snort and Seven smiles before she leans in again. All pretenses flee, and your skin grows hot when you turn fully to face her. She presses her body against yours, pushing you against the sink.
You deepen the kiss, your hand going to her neck, pulling her closer. Seven’s chest vibrates against yours when she moans, her palm reaching under your shirt to swipe across your stomach, the heat of her skin against yours making your desire shoot up until you feel yourself reaching between you two, tugging at the waist of her pants. You want to see just how much she wants you.
Seven pulls away, putting her hand on yours, stopping you. When you look at her, she shoots a pointed look at the door. Understanding, you smile and push yourself off the sink, grabbing her hand. It’s your turn to lead her and you do to one of the empty stalls.
The moment you lock it, Seven is on you. She pushes you against the door of the stall. She stifles your gasp with another kiss, this one hurried and urgent as if time is running out.
When she pulls away to kiss your neck, you bring a hand to her hair to guide her. The strands are soft between your fingers, and Seven smiles in satisfaction against your skin. And then, between kisses, she says, “When do you think we’re going to tell the band about this?”
“Never,” is your immediate reply, and her kiss melts into a bite that makes you stifle a moan. You drop your hand from her hair to the waistband of her pants, forcing it down her hips. “They’d never let us live it down.”
You and Seven have been hiding away for the past few weeks. You don’t remember the exact reason why you two agreed not to tell anyone, but it had something to do with “not ruining the delicate ecosystem of the dynamic” ...whatever that means.
“Do you think they already know?” she manages, the words coming out strangled when you hook a finger around the delicate band of her underwear, they drag down her legs and your mouth waters.
“Don’t know,” you say, kissing her again. She bites your lower lip in playful warning. “And right now, don’t care.”
“Eventually we’re going to have to tell the—oh.” You know exactly how to shut her up. Your fingers disappear between her legs, and you feel victorious feeling just how much she’s been aching for you. You hear it not too long after when a moan leaves her mouth.
It’s that moment that the door to the bathrooms swing open, and Seven’s eyes widen. Sensing another moan from her, you put your hand on her mouth and her brows furrow together in panic. Then you hook your fingers just right and her face melts back into that expression of carnal pleasure that has her forgetting what she was worried about.
“…you think we’ll be able to come back next week?” You almost choke the moment the voice rises in the air, and your hand falters. Seven makes a frustrated sound in her throat and she grinds her hips on your hand, urging you to continue.
“You heard that?” Iris asks.
You look at Seven with wide eyes, and her brows furrow in faux innocence. “Mfhfnmf?” she mutters against the skin of your palm. You want to scream in frustration—at Devyn. At Iris. At their impeccable timing.
You hear the doors of the stalls slamming open and Seven shoots you a look. Ah. Shit. The last thing you need is for your friends to find out you and Seven are…whatever you are right now.
Your pull your fingers away from her and wipe off her wetness on your pants. She immediately appears disappointed. Still, she fumbles to pull her pants back on. You look around, uncertain at first, before you step on the toilet so only one pair of feet are seen in the stall. Seven spins around in confusion, not knowing what to do with her hands and…with herself, and you point at the door so she understands.
“I swear I heard that,” Iris says. “What if someone is dying or something?”
“It’s…me,” Seven calls out. Her voice is thick and breathy with desire, still hoarse from what you two just finished doing.
Well, finished isn’t exactly the word.
“Seven?” Iris ventures. “You alright?”
“Yeah, just felt sick,” she responds, looking at you with a shrug. The heat in the pit of your stomach hasn’t gone away, and when she looks at you, it takes everything in you not to tell Iris and Devyn to fuck off somewhere.
“You need help?” Devyn asks.
“Nuh-huh.” Seven puts a cheek on the door, then her hands. She looks like she’s getting irritated. You understand—you want them gone.“I’m alright. I’ll meet you guys back outside.”
Your legs are starting to hurt, you shift in order to give your muscles relief, but the toilet seat moves with you, making you slip.
You scream, because what else is there to do when you're slipping face first off a toilet seat?
“Wha—” Seven barely has time to spin and catch you before you’re crashing into her, making her head clatter against the door. The sound echoes against the bathroom, and your friends are gasping.
“Seven?!” A moment later you see Iris peeking out from under the stall, her eyes widening. “[MC]?”
“Heyyyy,” you drawl out casually, your body slumped over on Seven’s as she uses her arm to hold you up. She uses the other one to unlock the door, pushing it so it swings open. The squeak is slow, long, and pathetic, and it gives you a full view of Devyn and Iris looking at you two with twin expressions of surprise.
“Hiiii.” Seven nods her head, smiling awkwardly. She puts her hands together to lock her fingers behind your back, holding you to her chest.
Devyn glances at the both of you, lips parted. “What the fuck are you guys doing?”
“I…uh.” She swallows. “Thought I had a bowel problem. [MC] was just helping me in making sure nothing wrong’s down there.” She lets out a forced, airy laugh. "All good."
“Ugh.” Iris waves a dismissive hand, walking away. “You two are so fucking weird sometimes. Go to the doctor! It's not normal to be that close!"
"We're best friends," Seven throws back. "We are sooo close," she says, lower, and you nudge her rib. She smiles with all of her teeth.
Devyn stands there, not so easily convinced, but then she follows Iris out anyway. Not without shooting you two a look.
When they’re gone, you two glance at each other. "I think it's time we tell them." You untangle from her grasp, fixing your clothes.
Seven lets out a laugh, letting her head fall back against the stall wall.
you were a ghost, unseen - up close
distorted and poignant, memories like blades
Don't you hate it when IF writers are so Good at what they do, they force your lazy behind to actually draw something? YEESH.....
My MC (Sylvaine 'in it to WIN IT' Jackson) with her problematic Seven 'be emo and pay taxes' Lawless in their BotB photoshoot looks. Title is from Sylvie's song book -- because I see an empty box for custom lyrics and take that as an Entire Challenge.
Seven belongs to @infamous-if - go play it and be obsessed like me 🎼🎤
