#oc: angela

[citylighten]

And just like that...Angela developed a fear of losing all her teeth.

[shadow0-1]

The Laswells

[closet-thing]

Happy New Year... y'know what this means

Art summary 2022!

(Really improved a lot. But, a ton of very painful art blocks...)

[frogcreates]

a sprout cast lineup! image id below the cut.

image id: six illustrated characters from the webcomic sprout, divided into three images.

the first character is Oli, whose pronouns are they/them. they have dark brown skin, an afro, big circular glasses, and an academic outfit with a pocket watch on a necklace.

the second character is Gia, whose pronouns are she/her. she has light brown skin, shoulder-length black hair in a partial ponytail, and a skater skirt with a purple cardigan and yellow converse sneakers.

the third character is Alex, whose pronouns are they/she. they have pale skin, a pink mullet, a jean jacket with patches, and jeans with homemade patches.

the fourth character is James, whose pronouns are he/him. he is an anthropomorphic brown bear with a blue hoodie and jeans. he’s listening to music on his wired earbuds.

the fifth and sixth characters are Angela (she/her) and Rafi (any pronouns) and they’re holding hands. Angela has mid-toned skin with vitiligo patches and a blonde pixie cut. she has tattoos of an ice cream sundae, a rocket, and a wing. she’s dressed in a business-like outfit, and is holding a laptop bag. Rafi has teal skin, horns, and waist-length blue hair. she’s wearing a bright pink sundress with flip flops.

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[thegreatobsesso]

UUUUUGGGGGHHHH

Do you ever just - reread - something you wrote you haven’t read in a long-ass time and you totally forgot what you did, and how poignant and absolutely wonderful it was???

I didn’t set out to post this on Valentine’s Day but it feels right. Fucking little Delaney found family my beloved.

💕❤️💕

Callie POV

When they threw her down outside in the dirt and the grass, she had thought for a second she’d never see Delaney again. And she hadn’t even looked closely at any of it on her way out, made any special attempt at committing the details to memory. The way the columns rose to meet the vaulted ceilings, spiraling into them like they’d grown that way. The glimmering stained glass; the stars cut into curving slivers of ceiling. Overstuffed and mismatched chairs in front of roaring fires. The way the light of Ken’s wardwork shifted and shimmered and set everything in a constant state of being alive.

The secret chamber where they did their good work under Delphinia Delaney’s kind-of-creepy but also weirdly comforting marble gaze. And the real people, too.

Miller, who had to leave his post as a Downing Bay guard because his magic manifested when he was fifty fucking years old. A concrete slab of a man who only spoke when he had something helpful to say.

Flora, who hated her because she hurt Bennett, who she felt a very special kinship with, because she hated herself for the same reason. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Ken, prickly and irritating, but undeniably smarter than every one of them put together. Also undeniably pretty, and yes, nicer than Callie gave her credit for at the start, once you got to know her. Even her dog wasn’t so bad. Smelly breath, but more focused when it was at work than she’d probably ever be.

Colorful and carefree Dig, the pagan priest who spoke in nonsense half the time and didn’t wear shoes. Bennett’s friend and second-in-command, who she trusted by osmosis.

Eric and Angela, two random children she’d have never looked twice at if she saw them on the street, who were different as could be and had all kinds of contradictory and intelligent thoughts inside their heads, more than she realized kids’ brains could carry.

Grace.

She liked being here and she liked these people, which was bad news, because these weren’t her people and this wasn’t her home. She’d been pretending to herself that this was just a place she was right now and that when her parole was up, when it was time to go, that it’d be fine.

They took that away from her when they threatened to take her away. Now she couldn’t pretend anymore.

She fucking cared, and it hurt like hell.

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

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[lots-of-little-pink-clouds]

In the Beau Breachverse, he accidentally steals baby Angela off the steps of the orphanage while in the midst of a premonition

And Angela gets her name from him calling her his little angel so much (and not knowing her legal name) that she refuses to respond to anything else

(normal Angela Breachverse without Beau, she chose Angela as her nickname and refuses to go by her legal name, she's just got that much of a god complex)

And the trio (most especially Gabriel) are scrambling to try and find her but have been hitting dead end after dead end until by sheer dumb luck (or maybe it's fate) they happen to stumble across Mouse and found Angela that way

And Beau was fucking pissed when he found out

[crocutacanidae]

twins :)

[yeehawknight]

Chit chat 💬

Random drawing. I found a photo I liked while looking through pinterest and used it as reference :)

[teethflavoured]

Annie sibling lore.

if Spyke has Pierce and his brother, it’s only fair Annie gets siblings of her own 🙏

[citylighten]

Twin Things ✨💖

[shadow0-1]

Worry

[gadgetini]

a friend who vanished without a trace

[mrswolffs-blog]

The Unknown Hamilton: Lewis Hamilton x Daughter!Reader

Y/n Hamilton is 16 years old and has never known her father. She grew up in the foster care system after her mother gave her up for adoption, wanting to cover her tracks before actually getting with her dad. Explaining this is that Nicole Scherzinger had met Lewis at a club where they had some type of quickie in the bathroom and never saw each other again until the two years after, which gave her time to give birth and come back, when they officially started dating.

Lewis Hamilton is a very busy man as known, he doesn't get much time for himself due to his work in Formula 1 and his side jobs, including The Hamilton Commision. He and Nicole had dated for 8 whole years, yet even after they had split, he is still unaware of the fact that he is a father (leaving him to the mindset that he would wait until retirement to START having kids).

Today is race day as the drivers are in their cars, speeding at over 200 km/p/h fighting for the pole positions. Toto and the team were focus on the race, when one of the mechanics came running in. "Boss, there's a girl outside that needs to speak with you." the man said as he tried to catch his breath. "She provided these papers that says her name is Y/n Hamilton. her mom is Nicole Scherzinger, and her dad is Lewis Hamilton. It's her birth paper." He explained as the team looked at him in wonder. "Bring her in, Shawn" Toto ordered and returned his attention to the monitor. A few minutes later, Shawn returned with a bloodied, bruised and scared girl who cowered under the gaze of the adults around her. "Hey sweetheart, no need to be scared. We won't harm you." Angela reassured the girl as she led her to sit down onto the coach.

Due to her injuries, the medic drew some blood from Y/n while patching her up as her wounds didn't need a trip to ER. The blood that was taken, was used for testing as they performed a DNA test in the laboratory that came back to be a 99.9% paternity match with Lewis. The results shocked everyone on the team as they didn't know what to do with the news. The race eventually finished, and Lewis made his way pass everyone, even though they tried to stop him, towards his driver's room and was shocked when he walked in on a female sleeping on his bed. Out of respect he closed the door and walked back out. "Someone's daughter is sleeping in my room, do any of you about this?" Lewis asked as everyone went silent. Since no one answered, he just went off with Angela to complete his media duties which is a post-race press conference.

"So Lewis, I know that you have been busy with the race today, but my question will be very off topic. While walking past the Mercedes garage today I heard your team talking about your 'daughter' and I would like to ask if you're willing to explain?" The journalist asked, leaving Lewis confused as he looked around. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Everyone knows that I don't have a child of my own. If you're speaking of my niece, then she's not here today" he replied as the woman shook her head. "Your team seemed to have not informed you. A teenage girl showed up to the track today completely covered in cuts and bruises as Mercedes took her in. They took the documents that she had and went through them as it stated that you are her father and your ex, Nicole Scherzinger, is her mother. A DNA test was processed, and it came back positive." the woman explained causing an uproar of surprise from everyone as their couldn't believe their ears.

The rest of the interview went by in a blur for Lewis as he kept quiet, giving one worded answers until the end, making his way back to the hospitality. "Toto, why didn't you tell me? Is the girl sleeping in my driver's room my daughter?" Lewis asked as he tried to keep his anxiety at bay. "Yes Lewis. She came to us earlier and Angela and Susie managed to put her to sleep. She was so scared and didn't trust anyone but them. They showed her pictures of you and told stories so hopefully when you go back in there, she'll allow you to sit close to her at least." Toto reassured, giving his driver a comforting hug before he left.

With shaky steps and a racing pulse, Lewis walked back down to his driver's room, taking a deep breath before knocking and entering. Upon his entry, he found his daughter looking at some of his family pictures, in tears at the fact that she doesn't know them. He slowly made his way to sit next to her before slowly bringing her into a hug, both of them now sobbing uncontrollably. "Hi dad, I'm sorry to interrupt your work. It's just that mom gave up her rights to me. When I took the train to her house last week, she cursed and turned me away and I had nowhere else to go after running away from the orphanage. They treated me so bad; they almost killed me!" Y/n cried into her father's chest as he comforted her, his own tears now silently falling. 'Don't worry my sweet girl, I'll make sure that no one hurts you anymore. You won't have a mom, but I'll make sure to do my best to take care of you" Lewis calmly declared as they rocked back and forth in each other's embrace.

Overtime, Y/n was spotted in the paddock once or twice as Lewis kept her interaction with the media to a minimum. Lewis enrolled Y/n into a new school as his parents were looking after her while he raced. Overall, Lewis and Y/n's lives life changed significantly for the better as they both now felt fully completed and supported endlessly.

[thegreatobsesso]

OKAY! OKAY! OKAY!

I’m almost over the last hump before reaching a string of chapters that are gonna be really clean and require very little restructuring, so if I focus for like, two more days, things are going to get easy and fast. :D :D :D

Also they are fun chapters. Things happen. Things get intense. Our heroes are tested. And shit, I really like this arc and can’t wait to get my grubby lil hands back in there and make stuff even more fucked up than I had the guts for in the first draft.

Snippet of the day:

Grace POV

“Your hands, girl.” 

“Leave her alone!” Grace cried, and Angela gave her a serious look, eyes wide in warning. They were supposed to be good, not yell at these people. But, but-

“Aha,” said one of the white-coats triumphantly. She reached out and grabbed Angela’s wrist, inspecting Angela’s black glove, the mesh netting, the padded palm. “This is a dampener if I’ve seen one. We got a live one here.” 

She pulled at the fabric and Angela jerked back. “No!” she cried, and Grace looked around frantically for a teacher, a guard, anybody - 

“Why’s that, kid?” asked the other. “Do you need them?” The woman’s fingers snapped the button that held her glove in place while the man held her arm at the elbow. 

Grace could have wept when she saw the big bald guard, the important one always at the headmaster’s side, his brow creased with worry as he rushed down the main stairs. 

Not fast enough. 

“Let’s see what happens when we-” 

The lady didn’t get to finish. The second the glove slipped loose, the man holding her lit up, jerked wildly, his eyes rolling back in his head. The big guard snapped off a table leg like a piece of celery and slammed it into the agent’s belly, breaking his grip on Angela. It all only lasted a second but the man didn’t get up and his clothes smelled like burning, or she prayed it was just his clothes, not him, and oh, oh- 

And now everyone was screaming, and Angela was crying and throwing sparks she couldn’t stop, and Grace was being pulled away, and no one, no one was listening to a word she said, her cries that it wasn’t Angela’s fault suffocated in the clamor. 

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

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