#oc siobhan

[thecooler]

Made Phoenix (she) and her three gfs (Siobhan (she), Vee (they), Charlie (she/they)) using this piccrew

[wrongcog]

I was super inspired by this little comic by @choccy-milky!!

Clora took the death of Sherlock personally.

I love the idea of Clora setting up the Hogwarts official "Keep Sherlock Alive" club, and poor Siobhan isn't aloud to join! Her name brings back painful memory's for them all.

But I hope you like my little take, it was fun to play with a different style, and another hairstyle for Siobhan!

Siobhan @wrongcog

Clora @choccy-milky

[edwards-exploit]

DONALD DAY!!! featuring Dilly, and Donald's driver Siobhan Darrow

[epphfervescent]

How about some Veena crowning? 👀

“Owwh! Fuck—I can’t, I can’t do it,” Veena babbles, barely even aware of what she’s saying past the burning distention in her canal, pressing her cunt lips open from within but not yet reaching them.

“You can,” Siobhan encourages, “you’re almost there.”

“No, it’s too much, they’re too big—“ Veena interrupts herself with a groaning half-scream, feeling so, so split open—

She isn’t even losing her nerve. The baby really has stalled. Veena pushes valiantly, but they don’t budge. Sat behind her, Siobhan lets go of Veena’s shoulders. With a soothing stroke down Veena’s throbbing, half-deflated belly as she goes, Siobhan takes hold of Veena’s thighs, her calloused Ranger’s hands like cuffs around her small goblin legs. 

Siobhan spreads her wide—no, pulls her wide, hauling her legs up to her chest on either side of her bulging pregnant belly. Though Veena’s laboring hips ache in protest, the extra room seems to open her up, just enough. The baby sort of—drops, bulging lower, hammocked against Veena’s stinging labia. She gathers herself and pushes, yelling as the baby finally, one millimeter at a time, crowns.

[sloanesallow]

a work of art

Sebastian has a new hobby, and his girlfriend makes the perfect muse. Tags: MDNI, NSFW! This doesn't have sexual content, but it is very suggestive and sensual. Characters are in their 7th year and are 18. Sebastian Sallow x F!MC (Siobhan Sloane) | 1.4k words [Ao3] | [Wattpad] | [Tumblr Masterlist]

Sebastian doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into.

Or maybe he knows exactly what he’s doing. It was his idea, after all. He isn’t the most talented artist, didn’t even know he was capable until he picked up the hobby to keep his hands and mind busy in the Quiddich off-seasons. But then Sloane discovered his stashed away sketchbooks, and after spending a significant time praising his work and questioning the human anatomy he’d gleamed from textbooks, all he could do was suggest sketching her instead.

Sebastian hadn’t drawn a live model yet, other than Ominis, who had no clue he was being used for references in the middle of the night with nothing but the Lumos-light of a wand. He isn’t too embarrassed to ask for help, but the fear of judgment makes it easier to keep his newfound pastime a secret. To his surprise, Sloane agrees to pose for him—nude.

Despite their blossoming relationship, Sloane remains shy about intimacy. They’ve explored—touched and tasted each other’s skin—but nothing more, not yet. Sebastian isn’t sure what they are waiting for, but if there’s anything he’s learned since meeting her, it’s to be patient.

Two days later he is in the Undercroft, one of the only places in the castle where he and Sloane can truly be alone, especially now that Ominis knows to steer clear of the hidden dungeon. Sebastian sits with his supplies, idly organizing the charcoal and putty and smoothing out a sheet of blank parchment. He’s already taken the time to rearrange the furniture, ensuring the lighting is as flattering as possible from different angles.

“I—”

Sebastian darts his attention to where Sloane is peeking her head out from behind a dressing screen, her cheeks flushed. He smiles, gesturing with his hand for her to step into view. “No need to be shy, sweetheart.”

“You’re the one with all his clothes still on,” she counters.

“I can remove them if you’d like,” he suggests with a wink.

Sloane shakes her head and for a moment Sebastian worries that she’s changed her mind. Before he can placate her with sweet words, she finally takes a tentative step from behind the screen and he sucks in a breath, grip tightening around the drawing board. The sheer chemise she wears leaves little to the imagination, his eyes flicking across her body as she moves toward him.

Sebastian feels the blood rush, the sharp heat that signifies arousal, and is suddenly very glad his lap is covered. He expected bare skin, but this is far more tantalizing. Sloane perches herself on the edge of the settee across from him, fiddling with the short hem of her negligee.  

“Is this alright?” she asks, glancing down at herself. “I know I said I’d pose for you nude, but—”

“It’s perfect,” Sebastian interjects, face flaring with heat as his voice cracks. It’s hard not to appear overly eager, but it’s easier said than done when the singular object of his lustful desires is sitting half-naked just a few paces away. He clears his throat, his fingers trembling as he picks up a piece of charcoal. “I—I need to practice with clothes, too.”

Sloane shifts, her body stiff as if she’s never sat on a sofa before. She looks to him for guidance. “How do you want me?”

The charcoal snaps against the parchment.

“—to pose!” she quickly adds, her blush deepening and spreading across her neck and chest.

Sebastian tries to gulp down the tightness in his throat but it’s no use. “Can I…?” he trails, and Sloane shakily nods. Every muscle in his body is tense as he slowly stands, approaching carefully as if she might startle and run away.

“Lean back, and relax,” he instructs, tentatively guiding her, gooseflesh rising across her skin where his fingers brush. Sloane reclines against the cushions, the golden strands of her hair shimmering in the firelight. He gently grasps her wrists, lifting them to rest above her head. “Just like this.”

Sloane remains quiet, her grey eyes shimmering as they stay locked on his face. It’s reminiscent of the fascinated expression she wore when they first dared to feel one another skin-to-skin. She’s nervous, yes, but she’s said before that her love for him outweighs any other emotion.

Sebastian leans back to inspect the pose, his touch lingering against her knee as he adjusts her to accentuate the curve of her thigh. This close, it’s easier to see the pale pink of her nipples through the taffeta and the shadow of hair between her legs further down. He wets his lips, hungry for just one taste of her banquet.  

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, tilting her chin to expose her neck. He sweeps his thumb across her lips as they part with a shaky breath and he chokes back a groan at the slight touch of her tongue against the tip.

He’s half tempted to forget about the sketch and ravish her like he’s been yearning to do for months, but the last thing he wants is to take advantage of Sloane’s trust. Plus, the Undercroft might hold many a memory for them, but it isn’t exactly where he wants their actual first time to be. Sloane deserves a proper bed, flowers and ambiance, romantic confessions and—

Sebastian is getting ahead of himself.

With another gulp he pulls away, nearly stumbling back into his seat. He takes a moment to situate, carefully wiping away the smudge of charcoal on the parchment and nonchalantly adjusting his pants before glancing back up at his muse. He doesn’t realize how long he’s been staring until Sloane’s brow furrows in concern.

“Is something wrong?”

Sebastian snaps out of his daze, flashing a lopsided smile as he starts with a few simple lines. “Not at all, I’m just…distracted by the model,” he says. “You’re much better looking than Ominis.”

Sloane rolls her eyes, but a tiny smile forms on her lips. He looks up at her again, his expression softening. “You haven’t the slightest idea what you do to me, Siobhan.”

Her blush returns, brighter than before. There’s the tiniest shake of her head before she remembers to stay still. She surprises him with a quip of her own. “Perhaps a little.”

A comfortable silence settles between them as Sebastian starts to sketch in earnest, the concentration helping to quash the fire in his gut. The fire in the nearby hearth crackles and the only other sound that echoes through the Undercroft is the scratch and scribble of charcoal against the parchment. He isn’t sure how much time passes, but eventually, the shape of Sloane takes form beneath his fingertips and he slows to capture the finer details of her beauty.

“How does it look?”

The subtle strain in Sloane’s voice has him flicking his eyes to her face. Sebastian’s first-hand experience with sex and intimacy is limited, but he isn’t stupid. The way her pupils are blown and the rapid rise and fall of her chest are telling—she is aroused.

Merlin, Sloane is more patient—and perhaps more willing—than he realizes. Sebastian nods, taking a moment to inspect his work with a critical eye. He relaxes, beckoning her with a tilt of his head. “Take a look for yourself, love.”

Sloane stretches as she moves, shaking life back into her limbs as she pads over to where he is sitting. Sebastian smiles, turning the drawing board so she can see. He can’t help but slip his arm around her waist, gently pulling her down to sit in his lap. His fingers are blackened and leave marks on the delicate fabric of her chemise, but she doesn’t seem to care, too transfixed by the sight of herself on the parchment.   

Sebastian presses his nose into the curve of her shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent of her soap and flowery perfume. “What do you think?” he murmurs between a trail of kisses down her neck. “How do you feel?”

Sloane breaks her gaze away from the sketch to look at him, one of her hands lifting to cradle the side of his face. She kisses him, lips soft and warm and lingering as she grins. “Like a work of art.”   

[nevlartery]

Shadow of the Erdtree adventures (mild spoilers)

[ID: A collection of multicoloured sketches of characters from the Elden Ring dlc. From left to right, top to bottom, there is an image of Thiollier trailing off into meows, a two panel sketch of a bear-headed tarnished declaring Ansbach their best friend, a doodle of the same tarnished frustrated about the lack of smithing stone sevens they are finding, an image of the Red Bear and the tarnished doing the spider man point at each other, and a doodle of the tarnished looking uneasy about a location called 'Abyssal Woods']

[shivroy]

spare crumb of hibs and shiv ?

hey look its all of them because im really nice (but actually its YOU ALL who are really nice. you guys are being enormously kind about fandom baby ily)

important 2 me that hibs was formula-fed by tom or primarily a rotating staff of nannies but every time tom fed hibs he would anxiously, rapidly murmur about how formula feeding has observable adverse effects on a child's development and health. if shiv is there she gets on her phone because she just cannot listen to that

here's a shiv diary section that makes me want to scream

[yellowcorps]

sarsaparilla star caps hunter and guy who got shot in the head badly but lived

billie blue is mine and siobhan is my wife's ( @antrunner )courier six:)

[birdblitz]

been doing car wash doodles for ko-fi to make some extra dollar

here are the ones i've done so far!!

[wolv2077]

I stole @barbecutie's OC and took some pics :3

[sortaawkward]

Me, my six BFFs, and our Trip-Sitter Brennan

[wrongcog]

Inspired by this piece by @betheckart, We've learned that Gideon is terrified of cats! (And anyone who's played Hogwarts legacy knows just how many cats wonder the halls; especially in the Hufflepuff common room!)

Fortunately, Hufflepuffs are known for their loyalty to their friends, and Gideon knows he can count on them to keep the cats at bay! Or at the very least, away from him!

Lamie @lamieboo

Fergus @nioumin-draw

Layla @keri-mcberry

Siobhan @wrongcog

Gideon @betheckart

[mayakern]

redrawing old ocs but i made them girls now

heres their most recent art prior to girlification

[epphfervescent]

Veena pushin and struggling?

“You’re doing so well,” says Siobhan, “just a little more.”

“A little?!” says Veena in a frayed squeal. It’s as close to a scream as she can get, out of breath from both her laboring and the squeeze of the baby into her lungs. ‘A little’ of nothing—despite hours of labor, Veena’s making poor progress. The baby just sits so large in her that she can’t seem to push it lower. 

Another contraction comes, quick on the heels of the last—and the baby chooses that moment to roll over, stretching Veena’s tightening muscles nearly enough to pop them out of place. Veena moans, as churned-up fluids spill on the floor between her ankles. She bears down for another fitful push, clutching her massive stomach as if to squeeze the baby out from the outside as well. 

“I need,” she pants, mid-push, “I-I need—help—please—“

“Alright,” says Siobhan, pressing one large orcish hand to Veena’s aching lower back, and laying the other on the swollen shelf jutting under her ribcage. She rubs circles into Veena’s belly, deeply, feeling for the contours of the baby spitting her open—and presses down.

[sloanesallow]

Thank you @puridewart for the amazing work, as always. I will continue to be so in love with the way you capture Sloane and Sebastian, especially this moment from my new story. 💛✨ You can read The Call of the Void [HERE] and [HERE]

Sebastian wonders if the new fifth-year really is the prodigy rumors claim her to be and is hiding her talents behind a meek facade. He tests this theory, casting with more conviction. “Stupify!” Her shield charm appears without incantation, and he’s stunned long enough that her basic cast slips past his Protego. Sebastian staggers, widening his stance to avoid falling over. He’s been hit by all sorts of spells in his lifetime, but whatever power Sloane possesses feels different—unnerving and pleasant at the same time. The strange sensation doesn’t stop him from returning fire, the class collectively gasping as she fails to protect herself in time. Sloane takes the full brunt of his magic, yelping as she’s sent flying off the end of the table. Even though he’s just won the dual, it feels hollow. Sebastian may have the reputation as Hogwarts’ best duelist, but he won’t be known as a bully. Before he realizes what he’s doing, Sebastian rushes down the length of the table, hopping off the edge in time to see Sloane slowly pushing herself off the ground, clearly dazed by the outcome. She rubs the back of her head, wincing in pain. Guilt churns his stomach and he reaches out, offering his hand. “Here,” he murmurs, hoping he looks as non-threatening as possible. Sloane stares up at him with glossy, storm-cloud eyes and the sight makes his chest weigh heavy with shame. He can’t tell if her unshed tears are from embarrassment or a bruised skull. She shakily reaches up and Sebastian can’t blame her hesitation, grasping her hand to hoist her upright.

[wildflowers-of-trolberg]

Unable to get out of Nowhere Space in time, Hilda is flung through the portal Victoria van Gale created. On the other side, she wakes up in a place unlike anything she's ever seen, and meets a girl who, just like her, is trying to find a way home.

This is the most ambitious fic I've written in a long time; my own take on The Fairy Isle, where Hilda finds herself lost in Fairy Country, and doesn't come home alone <3

Art by the incredibly talented @foolsfrogg <33