another loop idea i have is a duckbelle groundhog day where seven has to do the night of the party over again.
he wakes up 3 years in the past next to the girl he can’t stand anymore and tries to pretend its all a dream. first loop he practically does it all over the same he did the first time, venting out frustration in the same if not an even worse way.
second loop has him shocked. realizing its not a dream he’s more reserved more quiet. he goes to the party but leaves halfway through it still not able to stomach this part of his life anymore. he ignores all the missed calls and texts until midnight.
third loop fuck it. this is his own personal hell but part of him does miss this jackie. their closeness. her clinginess. the way she looks at him like he hung the sun. he tells her lets skip the party lets stay home and watch a movie like we used to and jackie is surprised by his change in attitude (the week prior he’s been sulky bc of the vote) but she agrees and they stay in. seven lets himself forget the past 3 years and the vote and jokes with jackie like she’s still the most important thing in his life. he regrets ever letting this go and if he could keep this moment he would but he cant because its midnight.
fourth loop he’s goofy he’s giddy he’s lost it a bit. he goes to the party with jackie and drinks and drinks and drinks. he dances with her and watches strobe lights dance over her cheeks and when they have one of those moments, the moments when they’re so close they could kiss but always choose not to he does. they kiss and it’s midnight and seven wakes up.
fifth loop he wants answers. even if none of this is real or if all of this is real he needs answers. he tells jackie about the loop he tells jackie about the fight he tells jackie about the kiss and he asks her to tell him what any of this means. why couldn’t they have been anything else other than what they were. she doesn’t have answers but she does have an infinite amount of love for him and she lets seven cry in her arms. he tells her he loves her (he’s not sure what that means anymore) and she says it back. they watch a movie and it’s midnight
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does anyone else like time fics 🧍♀️im obsessed with time travel and time loops and groundhog day. like an idea thats been in my brain is a qbelle fic where oriana is forced to relive the events of botb over, and over, and over, and she has no clue how to stop the loop.
some loops she gives it her all bc she thinks the hollow verse winning is what will break it only for that not to work. some loops she gets so frustrated she leaves for those months no contact until she wakes back up in that cramped bus. and then some loops she lets loose and says things she wouldn’t otherwise and some loops she ignores jackie just to watch her fall in love with seven over and over, some loops they grow so close it aches when that version of her is gone again and some they just fuck.
one loop oriana confides in jackie telling her about the lifetimes she’s lived in the same 8 weeks and jackie believes her and jackie helps her think of what she hasnt done and it all culminates to jackie asking oriana what is the one thing you haven’t done? what is the one thing you havent said.
and oriana tells jackie she loves her after the final performance and this loop soft violence won but everyone’s satisfied with their efforts and jackie says i love you back and they fuck and end the night together.
oriana goes to bed 100% prepared to wake up on the bus and instead she rolls over to find jackie next to her still.
i have like nine drawing concepts i need to do (and another nine writing prompts im working on lol) but i work best when i have a lot to choose from SO
i wanted to make another animatic for infamous and i had a few ideas. HELP ME CHOOSE!!
what animatic for infamous should i do
good luck babe by chappel roan / qbelle (oriana x jackie)
rule #34 by justine’s mic / auglet (august x violet)
P.U.N.K. girl by heavenly / lawz (seven x paris)
mr. loverman by ricky montgomery / duckbelle (seven x jackie)
results / different idea in comments!!
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more yap about the ideas undercut
so the animatic would be like a small 30 second thing that shows the ship’s dynamic. some of these i have ideas of the parts of the song i’d use others i don’t so if you have any suggestions or ideas lemme know!
for good luck babe im lowkey inspired by that au @/orianaquinn wrote where marjorie left oriana on her wedding night to be will seven 🤯 so juicy but what if we did the reverse!! ish, ig. jackie and seven are getting married and oriana is at the wedding and jackie sees her in the crowd and is like 🫢💔
rule #34 would just be a lot of suggestive art of august and violet LOLOLOL. the song is freaky they’re freaky that’s about that.
p.u.n.k girl would be so cute its just showing the paris x seven dynamic. p is forthe painful wayyyy she makes me feel some days and its like one of them crying then u is for utopia its them holding hands or smth.
mr. loverman would probably be sev pov pinning over jackie LOL
and then if you guys have any diffrent song suggestions lemme know!!
carrasquillo's instagram plays it close to the chest. the singer, brazenly unfiltered in interviews even to her or her band's detriment, takes a professional, almost detached approach to her social media. she declined to answer questions about her social media strategy for this article, so we had to find our answers elsewhere.
while long-time followers say her account has always looked like this, we can't help but wonder if certain recent cheating allegations have made carrasquillo even more tight-lipped online. unfortunately for her, her growing time in the spotlight has emboldened fans in her comments--inquiring minds want to know just how cozy she and new bandmate august pierce are getting after seeing sparks fly on screen...
oh baby. shorter than i thought it was gonna be but a treat nonetheless!! prepare for smutty exhibition shenanigans!
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August peeks down the hallway. A half-empty vending machine buzzes delicately between a set of dusty light fixtures. There was a party at Triple's tonight, leaving the west wing of the hotel completely abandoned. Violet flaked the moment she realized no one brought weed and August flaked the moment they realized she wasn't staying.
The band complains that they're always together, but they're never get to be alone together. Well. They usually never get to be alone together. A few stops ago Violet managed to sneak August into a storage closet. Their pulse jumps just thinking about it.
Violet steps into the hallway. "All clear?"
"Looks like it."
She grins, spinning around to walk back into the common room.
It's an odd space. There's no door—only an archway that leads to a window, two couches, and an unplugged flat screen. Violet draws the blinds before dropping onto the couch furthest from the hallway. Her oversized Misfit Alley tee pools around her collarbones, revealing the strap of her bra.
In that moment August decides they'll take the initiative. They saunter up to Violet with their hands in their pockets, thankful for the few inches they have on her. "I finally have you to myself."
She tilts her head, watching August through her lashes. The urge to fidget is strong. If there’s anything they’ve learned these past few weeks, it’s that Violet Rhodes likes taking them apart with the least amount of effort possible.
In other words, she’s a professional eye fucker.
There's skill in the way her attention drags itself across August's body. She gnaws at her lip piercing, eyeing their arms, then neck, and finally their lips. Somehow they know exactly and absolutely nothing of what she's thinking. The only thing they know for sure is they want to take their clothes off. (And maybe get on their knees.)
"What is it you plan on doing with me?" Violet teases—like the idea is a cute hypothetical. August knows immediately it's a challenge.
In past relationships, they've never been particularly reserved. They've never given it much thought either, but with Violet dominance is a physical line she toes at all times. She could say the simplest thing and August's first instinct is to nod and obey. How much of that is a consequence of their childhood verses a product of their arousal, they're not sure.
"I can show you." Their voice is more strained than they'd like.
Violet gives an exaggerated look of shock. It's a little humiliating and it goes straight to their crotch. "Really?"
"Mhm."
Violet crosses her legs on the couch. "I'm ready when you are."
They haven't thought this through, have they?
How far is she willing to go? Anyone could walk in and see them. Violet knows that. Does she really not care, or is this just another way she’s testing them?
Then again, if they did get caught, it wouldn't be that bad. In a general sense. There's no cameras on tonight so the risk of a scandal happening is low. It would just be a person, a stray from Triple's party probably, catching August with their hand down Violet's pants.
August would explode.
They can't say the thought isn't a little…hot. The two of them sweaty and flushed, stuck at their most vulnerable. Violet seems like the type to be into that. She'd probably grin and shamelessly tell August to keep going.
"Don't know where to start, Auggy?"
Shit. Violet's given them the okay to have their way with her and August is fantasizing about getting caught. This is the horniest they've ever been. August grabs the back of the couch with one hand and seizes Violet's jaw with the other.
They pull her closer, forcing her to yield to their mouth. The kiss is sloppy, uncoordinated in it's need as they both reach for the other. Even when August is taking the lead they can't hide how much they need her.
Violet is the one who yanks August onto her lap. Their thighs bracket her hips, the new position providing just enough pressure on August's crotch to make them ache. They groan and slide their hands up her band tee to palm at her breasts.
"I'll never get sick of your mouth," Violet says as she breaks apart to breath. "You're such a good kisser it's unfair."
They're gonna hold onto that forever.
Every moan August pulls from Violet is like a gift to their ears. They move to her neck, if only to stop muffling her sounds, when she goes, "Oh, fuck."
Her noises turn whiny and loud and so unlike any part of her August has come to know. They drag the flat of their tongue across her throat and her hands shoot to their hair. "Your fucking mouth, August."
They smirk, alternating kisses and hickeys into her skin. "You're so sensitive."
"Shut up." Violet curls a hand around the front of August's belt. "Take these off."
"Here??"
"I wanna see where you're sensitive."
That has their ears ringing. "You're kind of a perv."
"Please, Auggy." Her hand pulls at their hair a little, the sting making their whole body go hot. "Won't you be good for me?"
August is already undoing their jeans. Violet lets go of their hair to help.
"Violet. August. Where areee you guysss?" The drunken, sing-songy voice of Rowan calls from down the hallway.
Violet palms August once, the most evilest of smiles on her face. August has to bite their hand to stay silent and as the footsteps get closer August realizes they're about to come practically untouched.
The worst part? If she kept going, they would've let her.
Instead, Violet only kisses August one last time, before shrugging their jeans back up and throwing them off of her. Rowan barges in not a second later.
"There you guys are!" Rowan beams happily, stumbling over the couch to flop over the both of them. His head is in Violet's lap and not August's thankfully. They have no clue how'd they'd explain this. "You guys missed so much!"
Violet chuckles. "Did we?"
Rowan nods, solemnly. "Yessss. Triple did body shots off of me."
August can't bring themselves to speak, too busy thinking about how to fix their belt without Rowan noticing.
"Lucky you." Violet bites her lip like she holding in a laugh. "At least someone's getting some action around here."
Rowan pats Violet's cheek. "Don't worry, my sweet. Your time is soon."
Violet looks at August from over Rowan's head. She winks. "I can't wait."
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writing post-fallout, pre-relationship duckbelle and everyone is just confused…like seven is looking at jackie like this 🥺💗 and the whole of soft violence is like…”last we checked she was public enemy no.1 but okay. guess we’ll pretend this isnt weird.”
casual brushes while passing them BLAKESAGE PRETTY PLEASEEEEEEEEEE
Misty!! I'm sorry for taking so long to answer this but if it helps, its 1K words 😆🙇
Blake has been doing a horrible job keeping their situation with Sage a secret, but could anyone really blame them? Sage was hot as fuck: with their toned tattooed arms, their muted green hair, and those hazel eyes with a piercing ring of icy blue in the center that always freezes Blake in place when they make eye contact. But Blake can't be satisfied with only their gaze caressing Sage.
The show constantly puts the two in each other's paths, hoping to catch a scathing glare or insult thrown from one band to the other. Blake usually got annoyed by how long Garden of Time planned on holding their grudge against Underground Wastebasket, specifically against Blake; but it does provide a perfect excuse.
To the cameras it looks like Blake harshly shoulder checked Sage while passing through the hall on their way to the confessionals, but if anyone bothered to look closer they would see something more. A soft brush of Blake's finger against the inside of Sage's wrist, right over where Seven's initials have been covered with vines of ivy, their fingernail slightly scratching the palm of Sage's hand, causing them to shiver.
Sage stops in the hallway to turn and follow Blake's departure with their eyes, the furrow in their brow eagerly being captured by the camera, already imagining the edit this will be used in for this week's episode. But their glare was not out of contempt for the other singer, no, it was a look of confusion over Blake doing something so brazen in front of both bands and the cameras. If Sage's didn't know Blake better, they would have assumed that Blake purposely wanted the show and everyone to find out about their… situation.
It isn't until after the filming day has ended that Sage can finally get Blake alone, the two singers now standing against a random hallway wall in this week's hotel. "What's up with that earlier?" Sage was never one to beat around the bush, their blunt words causing a snort to leave Blake.
"What earlier? I've been doing a lot of stuff today… Well, there's something I still have to do, but I plan on doing them later tonight." Blake shoots a wink, causing the "them" in question to roll their eyes before crossing their arms and quirking their brow. Blake huffs out a sigh at the lack of flustered reaction, Sage can be pretty hard to distract once they want something, and that something is answers. "In case you forgot, Sage, the show wants some drama from us and I was feeding into that to keep them off our backs… What- did I hurt your poor little shoulder? Do you need a kiss to make it better?"
Sage scrunches up their nose, "My shoulder check could leave you in a hospital- but I'm not talking about the check… The other thing." Blake leans in close while a knowing smirk grows on their lips, voice barely above a whisper, "You're going to have to be more specific, Industry Plant." The blue in Sage's eyes turns icy as they instinctively raise their hand up to slap the smirk of their smug face- only for it to be caught with feline reflexes by the offender.
Before Sage can begin a verbal assault on Blake, they bring Sage's hand up to cup their face, leaning into it slightly. Any insults they had planned die on their throat; the look Blake is giving them, a poor attempt at playfulness, holds the slightest hint of vulnerability in it. A look that asks to be seen, to be understood. So they look, they try to understand.
Their thumb brushes against the flame on Blake's cheek as they stare into their deep pools of umber. Most people prefer the striking green within G's hazel eyes, but Sage always found themselves most comforted when wrapped within warm brown eyes. Their voice is barely a whisper, only easily heard due to how close Blake is to their face, "The touch in the hallway… You touched m'hand in front of everyone…" Blake's head turns deeper into Sage's palm, breaking eye contact as they mumble against it, "I just… wanted to touch you."
Realizing how honest they were, Blake straightens up and drops Sage's hand, "I just wanted to see you squirm a bit in front of your band, there's not much more to read into it, Sage." A scoff leaves Sage's lips before they can stop it. Blake Winter always tries to assure them that they're the same no matter what, that what you see is what you get. It's what drew Sage in initially, the brutal honesty felt like a life boat in an industry built on lies.
But since starting a physical relationship with the singer, Sage has noticed just how different Blake can be when they've let their guard down, when they feel safe. If Sage was crueler they would point this out- use it to degrade and laugh at them, but Sage understands. Their own hard outer shell was built as a defense mechanism as well, and a part deep within them is honored to be one of the lucky few that Blake can relax around, to be one of the few Blake views as different.
As Blake moves to leave the vacant hallway, Sage shoulder checks them before they can walk past. Their hand drops to Blake's and they give it three squeezes before releasing it. Blake looks into their eyes, searching for something, as the two brush their fingertips together one last time before Blake finally breaks contact and walks towards the hotel's lobby.
Now left alone in the hallway, Sage sighs and looks towards the ceiling, fingers still tingling from their final brush with Blake's. They hate having to keep their relationship with Blake a secret, and Sage knows Blake does too, but neither of them want to risk their careers over something that's never been tested outside of the pressure cooker that is Battle of the Bands. They don't want to risk their friendship with the band over something that is just… casual. Their fingers twitch at their side again, subconsciously reaching for Blake's even when they aren't there.
Just Casual.
