#oc sloane

[ragsy]

Updated Sloane ref! She's a former monster hunter, turned gun for hire (both the bullet kind and the biceps kind)

[cutest-raccoon-art]

TW: Mentions of animal death

[triptrippy]

hi.... also, designing their familys now

[psrj]

oh gentle

her teeth around your throat

[marmadelin]

"I swear I didn't know the explosive would make the floor give way!!"

Artfight Attack for @borderlambs ‼️‼️

[levi-ackermvn]

my heart came to a full STOP at the sight of this masterpiece of a commission done by the lovely and incredible milkcupie on ig (⺣◡⺣)♡* this has become one of my favorite comms ever, it is beyond beautiful and perfect (*ˊᗜˋ*)/* i go feral whenever i think about levi and sloane after the war, as they grow softer and more openly vulnerable with each other, healing together in a broken yet newly emerging world. their intimacy deepens without the burden of their soldierly duties overshadowing their love. one thing sloane cherishes is gently tracing her fingers over the scars that mark levi’s pale face. this nightly ritual becomes a silent testament to her unwavering love and adoration, embracing him wholly, even the parts he deems grotesque. (つω`｡)

[ DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, OR TRACE!!! this artwork was commissioned for my fic so please do not steal it ]

[ this is an oc x canon post. if you do not like it, please kindly leave. any negative, hateful, or weird comments that has nothing to do with my post or fic will be deleted ]

[miphza]

How to get your Topo’ s attention pt.1

[zandiiangelspit]

When I finally catch the Venture in my backline... ♡

[artofelf]

Venture art dump!!

(Ft oc lol)

[lavenderarts]

keep in mind, the places you'll go: a Destiny 2 AMV

My first ever animated video is finally done!! It's been 2 straight months of hard work learning to animate and improving my video editing skills, and I'm super psyched to be able to share it with you all. I've wanted to make something else since the response to Lemon Boy from last year was so good, so here's a little retrospective on where we started and how far we've come, just before Final Shape.

Check it out HERE: 👉 https://youtu.be/UumGULU9qNU 👈

Thanks for all the good times, Bungie. See you on the other side, Guardians.

[ragsy]

Please excuse the sticky notes and terrible lighting, but I'm thinking about character relationship graphs and I couldn't rest until I'd committed them to paper

[makilime]

This mf lives in my head without paying rent

And the other one is Antoni (oc), he just want to rest 'cause I decided that he lives in this universe, and it's a pretty traumatic experience

[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.”   

[epphfervescent]

dhfjfhgh unnnm sloane pushing out a big baby. like . a big. baby. like a *BIIIIIG* baby.

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like a BIIIIII

Sloane’s pulse pounds in his temples, almost drowning out his desperate pants. He can’t catch his breath—from effort, from pain, from nerves. He’s not a nervous cat, but—well. 

He’s scheduled for a c-section in four days, to deliver the centaur foal that’s his latest surrogacy. Birthing’s always a bitch, so Sloane isn’t complaining, but it’s more than convenience—Sloane isn’t supposed to deliver this one naturally. The foal is literally too big for his cunt. And too big for his belly, which is why the c-section is set 6 weeks from his due date.

“Let’s put it this way,” his OB had said: “You can try carrying to term, but if that fetus gets you much bigger, when it kicks you’re going to rip.”

With visions of sharp horse hooves dancing in his head, Sloane hadn’t needed more convincing. Big fucking whoop, though, because he’s in labor. And here’s something funnier: the more times you’ve been pregnant, the faster your labors go. It’s only been a couple of hours, and Sloane’s already woken up to a contraction, broken his water, and felt the urge to start pushing. 

Sloane’s trying not to, trying so fucking hard—what the hell’s going to happen to him when his too-big foal gets stuck halfway out? If he even gets that far—but fuck, the foal is painfully, achingly low, grinding into his hipbones, oh he needs to push—

Sloane clutches the bulging sides of the belly he’s pinned under, and whines.

[zodiacfuchs]

A scene from my fic that will be written one day

Hux is not happy at all with his side's support to show dominance over the resistance. BB8 was waiting for this moment.

[levi-ackermvn]

i’m TOTALLY not crying over this wonderful commission by the insanely talented by neverwho_art on ig !! okay, maybe i am lol (〃ω〃) i am absolutely obsessed over this art like it’s just beyond perfection !! the way they’re looking at each other, levi’s hands in her hair, sloane blushing at him, the red dress !!!! let’s just say it’s a night they won’t ever forget (✿◦’ᴗ˘◦)♡

[ DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, OR TRACE!!! this artwork was commissioned for my fic so please do not steal it ]

[ this is an oc x canon post. if you do not like it, please kindly leave. any negative, hateful, or weird comments that has nothing to do with my post or fic will be deleted ]