Sloane Siobhan is a visual artist specializing in oil painting. Nurturing her talents at the age of 4, she enrolled in MonArt and was trained by Jillian Goldberg and later attended high school at NorthWest School of the Arts to concentrate in visual arts. She graduated from Appalachian State University in December 2016 with a Bachelor of Fine Arts, and painting concentration.
Sloane has worked on various projects including but not limited to client commissions, t-shirt designs & banners for the student run club Black Student Association, and silent auctions for the Heart Association. She was published in the Charlotte Observer in an article showcasing her talents to help spread awareness about the plight of women in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. The article highlighted her successful solo exhibition at Providence Gallery in Charlotte, NC in 2010 in which all proceeds from the exhibit went to the foundation, Women for Women.
She was accepted into a year-long group exhibition at Appalachian State’s Chancellor’s House and exhibited her work in the 2016 group summer show, Visual Jungle in Charlotte, NC. She was commissioned by Appalachian State’s chancellor to create a piece for the university, that was also featured in the Bachelor of Fine Arts group exhibition, Calico, in December of 2016.
Sloane currently resides in Charlotte, NC and travels to do shows along the East coast.
A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And the quotes are from my own Faking It series, in case anyone was curious. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO
“You knew he didn’t quite understand why you found it so hot, but Dean had never seen himself leaning over the engine in a tight, sweaty t-shirt, hands and forearms covered in grease as he worked.”
Dean’s outside working on the Impala, and you’re reading fics about just that. Apparently, Dean working on the Impala is the hottest thing to ever grace the fandom (aside from his lips…and his green eyes…and his cocky swagger that is really just hiding adorable and unnecessary insecurity…and Jesus, these people are thorough), and you’re curious. In your actual experience with Dean, working on the Impala is just a nuisance. You have to wait longer to get on the road, Dean takes forever to scrub himself clean afterward, and for the next few hours, everything smells like metal and oil covered up by motel soap. Why do people find that so hot?
Jughead x Reader No one asked for this, but I’ve had this idea in my head for ages so thought it was finally time to let it out into the world. Prompt: Y/N and Jughead work at Pop’s together. Cheryl winds up Y/N which leads to a heated moment between Jughead and Y/N. Warnings: Strong smut themes
“You know you don’t have to stay with me” you smile, setting down the waitress pad on the kitchen counter next to you. You lean your hip on the counter as you stare at Jughead, an apron still tied around his waist. Since the Drive-In closes Pop’s offered Jughead a job here, just a couple of nights a week, the odd weekend. He spend half of his life here anyway, Pop’s just thought he might as well make some money at the same time.
You had been working at Pop’s for around a year now. You were the one who trained Jughead, not that the place was complicated at all. He’d even started to cook some of the food, helping out the chefs from time to time, like tonight, he was covering for the Thursday night chef. “And what would you do if you got a order in?” he asks, raising his eyes in a cocky manner towards you, setting down a spatula on the counter next to you. “I’m sure I can manage to flip a burger and cook a few fries” you smirk back, laughing at his confidence. When Jughead joined it was the first time you had ever spoken to each other. Sure, you had seen him around school, hanging with Archie Andrews and Betty Copper, but the two of you had never needed to speak to each other, or even acknowledge each others existence until a couple of weeks ago. Since then the two of you had create a little friendship based on flirty jokes which the both of you knew meant absolutely nothing. “Are you calling my job easy?” He smirks back, taking a step closer to me. He stops at the counter, leaning himself against it as he looks down at me. “I’m saying you shouldn’t underestimate me” I say with a wink, making him smirk even more. His head so close to mine as a piece of dark hair falls into his eyes, shading his already dark eyes.
“Anyway” I sigh, breaking away from the eye contact that neither of us seemed to break. “I was just thinking of you getting home. Won’t Archie and his dad be worried about you? Seeing as you were so careless not to tell them where you were” you tease him. He sighs as he takes a step back from the counter which he was still leaning against. “Trust me, I think they’ll be fine. Fred is working late and Archie has Veronica round, so don’t think they’ll want disturbing for a while now” he rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner.
It’s at that moment you hear the bell on the door ring, indicating you finally had customers. You walk out to see Cheryl and her minions sat in the booth closest to the kitchen you had just walked out of. You roll your eyes discretely at the sight of them, hoping they hadn’t seen. Placing a fake smile on your face you walk over. “Hi” you smile politely, pulling out the pen you had balanced behind your ear. “Look who it is girls” Cheryl gives an unfriendly smirk in your direction as the other two girls look over and start giggling. You look confused for a moment before choosing to ignore them. You tried to ignore the rumours and crap Cheryl often spread around so often. They usually were false, malicious attempts to hurt someone for no reason other then her boredom. “What can I get you?” “Tell me, Y/N” Cheryl says, folding her arms as an evil smile spreads across her face like a disease. “What was he like?” “What was who like?” you ask, drawn into her comments just like she wanted. “Moose?” “What are you talking about?” “Oh come on Y/N. Everyone knows he took your virginity last night. He’s telling anyone and everyone” she smirks, the other girls laughing. “That’s… that’s a lie” you stutter. “Right” they laugh like a pack of hyenas, you their new prey. “Excuse me” you take a sharp intake of breath before walking back into the kitchen. Throwing your waitress pad back down on the counter as hard as possible, feeling more angry then anything.
“Wow. Y/N what’s wrong?” Jughead asks, his eyes wide from shock at your act. “Just get rid of them please” you say through gritted teeth, pointing out the door to the restaurant. “One second” he say, touching your arm gently as he walks out the door to the booth. You hear a mumbling sound before the bell rings on the door and the door slams shut behind them. Jughead cautiously walks back into the kitchen where you were still stood.
“Do you want to tell me what that was all about?” He asks confused, trying not to push too hard as your anger was clear. “No.” you sigh, breathing deeply. Completely in shock of the moment. Why would they say that? Why would they think you and Moose even slept together in the first place? Unless… Unless Moose said it himself? “That asshole!” you say to yourself through gritted teeth. You turn to faced Jughead who is still staring at you confused. “Moose is spreading a rumour that he took my virginity” “Your a virgin?” Jughead jokes, giving a confused look. “Now is not the time Jug”“ "Sorry. Sorry” he apologises honestly, holding up his hands as if to surrender. “Why would he do that?” he asks, finally walking forward so he was leaning on the counter in front of you. It was only a small kitchen so as the two of us stand there out feet practically touch. “The idiot asked me out the other day. After everyone found out he was at Sweet-water with Kevin I guess he wanted to make people think that he wasn’t gay. I said no. He’s not my type anyway. The asshole must have got worried about his ego and made up some story about us going out. Which of course involved him taking my virginity” you sigh, tipping your head back too look at the bright lights on the ceiling. “I’m sorry Y/N” he sighs, reaching over to hold you arm to console you. “I can’t believe this. No way in a million years would I give my virginity to a jock, last of all Moose” you say with a small laugh, trying to calm yourself down, a little part of your blood still boiling as you think of all the shit you will have to deal with tomorrow. “I can’t believe your still a virgin” he laughs. “Ugh.” you groan, feeling the need to explode. “I really can’t. Y/N your amazing. Anyone would be lucky to have yo-”
“No one seems to get me though Jug. Whenever you tell people it’ll be your first time they always tell you they’ll go slow with you. That your first time is special.” you blurt, taking a step forward due to this sudden wave of anger. “Well how can it be special if it’s just some awkward fumble on a guys couch or in the back of their car. Where’s the heat in that? People think they’re being so romantic in ‘I’ll take it slow with you’ but its not! I want the heat. I want the passion. That’s romantic. No one seem’s to get that.”
Jughead just stand there staring at you, looking you up and down as if tying to take in everything your saying. “Even if my first time if with some stranger. Or it’s just a pointless one night stand. As long as it is not this typical teen fantasy of first times, I’ll be happy. I just want that fire, you know?” you look at him. His eyes suddenly darker then usual. “Got it” he smirks, suddenly stepping closer to you, placing his arms under your legs and pushing you onto the kitchen counter behind you. Your head gently knocks the cupboard above the counter as suddenly his lips attach to yours. The breath is knocked out of you as you take in what is happening. His lips work desperately on yours, sucking on your lower lip as his hand cups the back of your neck, the other still placed on your leg, holding you tightly. You moan into the kiss, glad there were no customers tonight to hear the two of you. His lips start to roam down your face to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. “Jughead…” you say breathlessly, part of you wanting to ask what was happening, the other part wanting to see what happened next. You let out a loud moan as he begins to suck on a spot on your neck, sure to leave a mark later. Your hands roam to his head, pushing your hands through his already messy hair, pulling him closer so he smirks against your skin. Your legs wrap around his waist, bringing him in. Your hands pull on his hair as you roll your hips against his, making him moan just as loud. Quickly his lips press against yours again as his hands roam down to the bottom of your black work t-shirt, pulling desperately on it. You pull your lips away from his and lift your arms as he pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it away on the floor, his lips immediately attaching back on your neck as he roams lower, biting lightly on your shoulder. Your hands finger the bottom of his shirt as you lift it up over his head. His lips begin to roam lower then your shoulder, biting and sucking on parts of your skin. Your head falls back on the cupboard counter as his hand begins to roam up the inside of your thigh. You moan again as he bites a sensitive spot, his hand sliding further up your thigh. You hear him smirk against your skin as you moan, cocky with how he was giving you everything you craved. “Shut it Jones” you say breathlessly as one hand slides down his back, the other going to his hair as you pull his head up to meet your, your lips crashing together again in a rush. Finally Jughead’s hand slips to the waistband of your jeans…
“Jughead. Y/N. I’m back” Pop’s shouts as he enters the diner.
From the moment he stepped into your life, you were aware of
what all he could do to you. Bucky Barnes was a walking warning himself, a
constant reminder for why you cannot be anyone else’s but his. You are head
over heels for him and all he has to do is look at you and throw that sexy
smirk along with those twinkling blue orbs and you were done for good.
You find yourself daydreaming about him – a lot, often about
his lips, how he would roam them all over your body, pressing gentle feather
light kisses on your sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. How his
perfect lips would mould with yours, sucking all the air from your lungs,
leaving them red and swollen. How he’d graze the tip of his nose along the
underside of your jawline, breathing you in. He’d connect lips on the column of
your throat, biting and sucking bruises and it would take him little to no time
in discovering that sensitive spot on your neck which makes you release that
sweet harmonious noise.
Summary: The reader is a bit frustrated, so she fixes it herself
Warnings: swearing and stuff
Aggressively, (Y/n) threw up her arms.
“Okay, well, I quit.” she called.
It was very close to one in the morning, and (Y/n) was pissed.
As she was, she lived with Teamiplier as their graphic designer. Although, her tasks were relatively simple, that doesn’t mean she was always able to slip her way out of staying up late.
Like tonight for instance.
Her work seemed like it was cheating her, and her graphics table wasn’t willing to cooperate. All (Y/n) wanted was to get her shit done. But noo.
“Alright, fuck it.”
She arose from her desk chair and snuck herself around the corner, down a hallway of bedrooms. Firstly, she fixed her sock. Then, the girl entered the first bedroom on her left.
“Ethan…” she whispered.
Creeping down his carpet, (Y/n) was careful not to trip in the inkwell darkness.
“Dad…?” the blue boy mumbled thickly. Ethan squirmed a little in his sheets, before looking up at his intruder.
“Get dressed.” she told him.
He fell from his bed, in the most literal sense, and began to pick up whatever clothes were on his floor.
“That’s the opposite of what I want a girl to say while in my room at night…” he commented, tumbling about.
(Y/n) chuckled at his weak joke and made her way down to the next room. Of course, Ethan would wake up to an absurd comment like ‘Dad’. She had legitimately confused him awake.
Quietly creaking into the neighboring room, she had opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted.
“Yeah, I know,” said the gruff voice “get dressed, right?”
“Please?” the girl smiled in the dark.
“I’m already dressed.” Tyler sighed, standing up. He surprised (Y/n) by being fully clad in jeans and a t-shirt.
“I had just finished work and literally flopped onto my bed without undressing…” he admitted. (Y/n) laughed.
Together, both (Y/n) and Tyler entered the final room on the left side.
“Markimoo~” (Y/n) lulled softly, peeping in through the door. No movement was detected from the bed, other than slow breathing.
“Mark…?” she said again, a tad louder. When still nothing came up, she looked to her tall companion. Tyler then spoke frighteningly.
“Where are we going again?” asked Ethan, yawning quaintly.
(Y/n) finished buckling her seatbelt before she responded.
“Well, uh, nowhere in particular…” she spoke sheepishly, turning to the blue boy “I was just really frustrated a couple of minutes ago… and driving at night helps me. So do you guys. I just thought… if I put them together, I might be able to get more done.”
Mark laughed heartily from the back seat.
“Well, no problem, doll face. I’m here to help!”
The girl beamed at his words.
“Can we go to McDonald’s?” pondered Tyler.
“At one in the morning?” asked both (Y/n) and Ethan.
Tyler raised his hands and shoulders defensively “Hey, she said she was sad. I’m gunna’ treat her to ice cream. At one in the morning.”
(Y/n) smiled at him kindly, thanking him as well. Ethan rolled his eyes while Mark sputtered some words of his own.
“Yeah well, not if I treat her first…” he claimed, challenging Tyler with his stare.
The blue haired male sighed, and put the car into drive.
He taunted “Imagine that, getting treated to ice cream by the Markiplier at one in the morning. Oh, the chivalry.”
Both him and (Y/n) giggled, while (Y/n) added “Every girl’s dream.”
“Which of you actually know which ice cream flavour I prefer, though?” the girl asked the two men in the back.
Mark said “VANILLA-!”
While Tyler said “Chocolate.”
Now the challenging stares really began.
“How childish..” sighed Ethan. He smiled widely as he pulled out of the driveway.
(A/n): Imagine getting taken out at one in the morning for ice cream just because you’re sad
writing prompt: a messenger/guide shows up in your house asking you to travel to his magical world to help save their kingdom, but he seems surprisingly unenthusiastic about it, almost resentful/bitter
“–so we need you, oh chosen one, to come and save us,” Gregory finishes. He’s still looking at the corner of the room where you’ve hung a wisteria and hasn’t made eye contact since giving you his name. He never asked for yours.
You feel distinctly uncomfortable, sitting on the couch with your hands folded neatly in your lap. You’re still in your work clothes, black pants and t-shirt the hair salon requires, and you’ve counted at least three different types of hair on you since Gregory’s explanation began. Compared to Gregory’s armor, jaunty hat, and formal footwear, you are very underdressed.
“Um,” you say, “no.”
Gregory rises and sighs heavily. “Oh, thank you, chosen one, we are forev–” He breaks off, eyes finally dropping to meet yours. You see that his eyes aren’t light green like you thought. They’re yellow. “No?”
“Yeah,” you say and try to brush the grey, three-inch long hair from your left knee. Ms. Simpson’s, you think. She’d gotten a healthy trim. “No.”
“Is it because you’re not magic?” Gregory asks, looking down his hooked nose at you. “Because I thought I did a good job explaining that, in my world, you are magic and–”
“It’s because that sounds hella dangerous,” you say. You shrug sheepishly. “I’m not really looking for a fast way to die so…” You shrug again.
“I told you that that’s what I’m for,” Gregory says irritably. “I’ll protect you from Lord Deigh’s henchman as you search for the lost heir. I’m your guard.”
You squint at him. “It doesn’t seem like you particularly want to be my guard, dude.”
ART THIEVES !!! please do not support this shop, they are stealing art. As an aspiring fashion designer I was really heartbroken by this. I study very hard in order to be able to sell my designs some day, but nowadays anyone can steal your hard work and slap it on a t-shirt…this Screenshot was taken by @weeniedesu who’s are was also stolen
Tie-die club t-shirts! Do a bake-sale for your local LGBTQ+ resource center! Play the board game LIFE & have a same-sex couple in the front seats of your car! Have a movie night & watch Moonlight!
If your school has a GSA, I’d consider you to be pretty lucky - so many communities & schools aren’t as welcoming. A cool thing to do is to support organizations like GLSEN - they help make schools be more inclusive. You can learn more about them online.
Plus - I’m selling a shirt this week to raise money for GLSEN - get a shirt or sweater here. A portion of the proceeds helps GLSEN continue their amazing work! Look how cute…!! Comes in t-shirt or sweater, in a bunch of pastel colors too!! But only available for four more days… :o