Shop Mobile More Submit  Join Login
About Varied / Hobbyist AnonymousUnknown Recent Activity
Deviant for 1 Year
Needs Core Membership
Statistics 172 Deviations 2,668 Comments 3,905 Pageviews
×

Newest Deviations

Literature
Biking
(Tell me what you think!  No really, Comment!)
Gosh I can't wait for tonight. I've been biking all my life and I've never been this excited. There's going to be a huge race in this ghost town up north. There's a large stretch of road just perfect for burning rubber. I even heard that a draw bridge will be there at the competition so that'll be extra fun. I was thinking about it all day and could hardly focus in class (not that I did in the first place). The second the bell rang I was out the door. It was kinda cold outside but I was wearing a good leather jacket. The only thing left out in the cold was my numb, stiff, pink fingers that fumbled when grabbing my helmet. It had a fuzzy orange Mohawk and soft straps so it was fairly comfortable. I unlocked my motorcycle and rode off. I called my mom to tell her where I was going, not that she cared, and made my way uptown. I took my time; the race didn't start until nightfall. Despite the freezing air beating on my fingers, I enjoyed
:iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023
:iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023 0 0
Literature
Every Thunderstorm Begins With Rain.
(Tell me what you think!  No really, Comment!)
(Warning: The ending is not like the rest of the story.)
"Uuuuugh, I'm so tired... do I have to get up?" She mumbled into her pillow. That question was answered quickly with the blaring sound of her alarm clock that she quickly slapped out of fear. She fell out of bed trying to catch it and thumped onto the ground still having that annoying tone going off. She hit her dainty fist on the top of the loud God forsaken machine and it finally quieted. She sighed in relief making her racing heart calm. A laugh was heard downstairs and she groaned. She grabbed her glasses and came down seeing her mother still laughing while making some blueberry pancakes. Her mother finally looked at the sleepy form that came down.
"I'm sorry dear, it's just that you do this every morning." She said moving the batter around in the pan. 
"Thanks for reminding me, mom." She croaked rubbing her eye under her lenses. She wasn't thinking straight so s
:iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023
:iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023 1 5
G.O.W :iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023 2 12 Going to the Gala :iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023 3 12 Joey!!! :iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023 3 10
Literature
Sigyn's side of the story
(Tell me what you think! ;) No really, Comment!)
(Potential Feels Warning!)
She was finally let in to see him. It took one look for her to gasp. His neck was chained to the wall and his wrists were shackled. His mouth had been sewn together and doesn't seem to have moved since. His eyes were covered by a black cloth to ensure they didn't see escape; cuts lined parts of his arms and face. She ran to him the second she got over her shock. Her footsteps seemed to catch his attention and his breathing intensified. Loki flinched as Sigyn quickly hugged his head to her neck but he soon calmed his breathing at her gentle touch. She started asking him moronic questions like "are you alright?" and "what did they do to you?" which only made him slowly break down in front of her. Of course, he couldn't respond, so he nuzzled into her neck like a frightened kitten. She got rid of the blindfold alarming the guards.
"You cannot do that lady Sigyn!", one said. Sigyn whipped him a glare that could tur
:iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023
:iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023 4 7
Spend Eternity With Me :iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023 9 11
Literature
(Loki X OC) What's the matter? (Part two)
(Tell me what you think! ;) No really, comment!)
(Here's part one: http://fav.me/daqtbww)
Two weeks after Loki took Ava in...
"Ava! Stop hiding the food!" Loki yelled from the Avengers Tower library. Ava, the entire time she's been here, had been taking food from the fridge and cupboards and storing them in random spots. She would wrap it in a paper towel or washcloth and put it; in closets, behind window curtains, under the dirty clothes, behind the couches, and in this case, a bookshelf. 
"Ava! My goodness girl! I at least know you can sense my lips moving! Get down here!" He yelled at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry Loki, but I'm afraid Ava has left the tower. Do you wish me to call Mr. Stark?" J.A.R.V.I.S replied.
"No, machine, that won't be necessary. Just tell me how long she's been gone." 
"Ava left the building approximately 3 hours, 37 minutes, and 29 seconds ago."
"Three hours? Did she say where she was going?" Loki asked
"When I asked, she simply said," Ava's
:iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023
:iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023 6 13
Literature
Darth Nope
(Tell me what you think! ;) No really, comment!)
I was just going out for a few minutes, why did this have to happen? From an opening at the top of the crate, I saw Stormtroopers shooting at something far off. I really should have brought my lightsaber, but I was sure no one would hear me from the food crate I hid in; the troopers outside didn't seem to notice. The wait was nerve wracking, but the blaster fire seemed to move farther away; soon, it was silent. I slightly lifted the crate top but closed it as I heard footsteps. A black caped man came into the view of the opening. His back was facing me as he looked both ways. I suddenly felt very cold. Then, he slowly turned around; the horror on my face was in no way exaggerated. The man that was staring right back at me, was Darth Vader himself. Fear racked my whole being; I was frozen there. He didn't even move, he just stood staring in my exact direction. My grassy eyes looked into the confines of his mask, and I could feel his; imme
:iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023
:iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023 2 11
Fred The Depressed Pistachio :iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023 2 11 Saaad :iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023 1 6 Two Broken Souls :iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023 4 8 Black Frost :iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023 5 10 Temait :iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023 5 13 Too Awesome :iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023 1 11
Literature
The Death of Sigyn
(read the description first)
Sigyn sat there. She didn't know how long. She just knew that she saw Loki sometimes, maybe slept or ate if she was motivated enough. But she still sat there, with not much change. She didn't know why she was put in here, with those metal bindings on her wrists, neck, and mouth; all she knew was that Loki said it wasn't her fault and that he'd get her out in any way possible. She sat with her calves under her, her head down staring at her shackles, and with her trimmed golden hair that now only went to her lower back sitting there like damaged springs. She hardly even blinked, but her eyes were starting to hurt, so she did. When her dead grey-aqua spheres opened again, the ground was glistening. She knew the pattern on these tiles well and lifted her gaze to find emeralds staring back. Her bindings had seemingly disappeared and she was able to smile again. She wrapped herself around Loki just taking in the fact that she was in his arms in their room. She fe
:iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023
:iconhehehihi2023:hehehihi2023 1 16

Favourites

Naya animation :iconowlyblue:OwlyBlue 4 1 Jyn Erso - Her Father's Message :iconnomidarklighter:NomiDarklighter 19 8 LadybugFinished :iconnozomibugk:Nozomibugk 6 0 StupidFox - 170 :iconsilentreaper:SilentReaper 1,067 57 Jyn Erso - You know who I am :iconnomidarklighter:NomiDarklighter 16 13 Commission for whitelupa - 02 :iconrayn44:rayn44 52 22 Princess Zelda :iconnindei:Nindei 152 9 Beauty and the Beast : YouTube! :iconrossdraws:rossdraws 4,443 89 Goddess!AU Sketchdump :iconearthsong9405:Earthsong9405 619 54 Hagi and Anju :iconnightwish77:nightwish77 24 26 Duchy I Zjawy :iconowlyblue:OwlyBlue 10 8 Commission for JoeBlue - 02 :iconrayn44:rayn44 115 22 General Hux - On Board of the Finalizer :iconnomidarklighter:NomiDarklighter 19 17 Makeup :iconsilentreaper:SilentReaper 693 82 COMMISSION Loki and Sigyn magic :iconladymintleaf:LadyMintLeaf 101 16 Loki - Mother :iconladymintleaf:LadyMintLeaf 131 12

Groups

deviantID

hehehihi2023's Profile Picture
hehehihi2023
Anonymous
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
I am a strange humanoid with the hope that my art/characters will be seen and loved!
Interests

Activity


(Tell me what you think!  No really, Comment!)


Gosh I can't wait for tonight. I've been biking all my life and I've never been this excited. There's going to be a huge race in this ghost town up north. There's a large stretch of road just perfect for burning rubber. I even heard that a draw bridge will be there at the competition so that'll be extra fun. I was thinking about it all day and could hardly focus in class (not that I did in the first place). The second the bell rang I was out the door. It was kinda cold outside but I was wearing a good leather jacket. The only thing left out in the cold was my numb, stiff, pink fingers that fumbled when grabbing my helmet. It had a fuzzy orange Mohawk and soft straps so it was fairly comfortable. I unlocked my motorcycle and rode off. I called my mom to tell her where I was going, not that she cared, and made my way uptown. I took my time; the race didn't start until nightfall. Despite the freezing air beating on my fingers, I enjoyed the ride there. The stars actually showed themselves behind the smog for once and there were hardly any clouds. The real good thing was that it wasn't raining. The moon shined brightly making the dark road glow. The sun still left its red streak in the sky. I had my visor down but my nose still felt like jumping off my face. The streetlights flew past me like a blur. I must have lost track of time, because I was suddenly there. Roasting barbecue was in the air along with a bit of cigarette smoke and alcohol. There was no place here without a smell. I locked up my bike and went to look at the competition. There were a bunch guys who seemed good, and there were a few girls too. Everybody was wearing their helmets; if people can't see your face, they can't see your fear. I sat down and grabbed the candy bar in my pocket, just for something to put in my stomach, then looked around. I didn't know if the barbecue was free or not so I didn't bother asking yet. The lighting there was like a rave party, constantly blaring a different color. During my walk, a particular helmet, amongst the crowds of others, caught my eye. It looked like it was homemade but a cool type of homemade; kinda like a cool Halloween costume that you made yourself. The dude was short but his looks redeemed that. He had dark boots that looked a little worn out and a black leather jacket with chains hanging off the sleeve. He was wearing other colors but I couldn't make out what it was with all those multicolored lights. He walked around like he owned the place then leaned against the wall making everyone on it seem uncomfortable and walk away. Man, I wish I could just scare people off like that. Wouldn't it be nice to just spook my competition away? Eating my candy bar slowly, my visor was open just enough to cover my face. The smell of roasting steaks seeping through the small opening was making me extraordinarily hungry; it didn't help that the candy bar didn't last long at all. I couldn't stand it, I finally asked the cooks and according to them, the food was absolutely free. So, I waisted all that time for nothing. Great. I quickly grabbed a paper plate and sat down on an old broken down car. The meal warmed me up a bit but my toes were still frozen stiff. Well, it's not like I would get some rich kid treatment, this race wasn't entirely legal. I thought about how I would have brought my younger brother, but he's kind of a wuss. He'd never go to a place with girls, drugs, or bikers. Kinda the reason why I always have to be there to protect the little wimp. Without me, his face would be black and blue from hard bruising. Finishing my steak, I went to check on my ride to see if it had been tampered with; who knows what people will do in a race like this? To my relief, my bike looked fine. 
"All riders! Grab your bikes and get behind the starting line!" Looks like it was time. I yanked on my biker gloves and put my ride into place. Looking at the road, I made sure to be on the inside of the first turn to get ahead. As I got on, another bike rode in next to me. It was that homemade helmet from earlier. It seemed he had the same idea about the first turn too. The guy didn't even look at me, or if he did I couldn't tell with his visor down. Why did he have such style? 
"Starting positions!" A man yelled interrupting my thoughts. I got on my beautiful bike. I don't think I can explain the feeling of the start of a race. Exciting? Trembly? Thrilling? Scary maybe? The grip of the handle, the extreme temptation of yanking it back, the growling rumble of the motor, it's all so perfect. I had hit stop myself from rushing off before it was time.
"One!"
The handle. I tightened my grip.
"Two!"
The rumbling. My eyes narrowed behind the visor.
"Three!!!"
I slammed back the handle shooting me at incredible speeds toward the first turn. I was smiling enthusiastically under my faceless helmet as I made the curve. It was a sharp turn and it made me hold my breath as I tipped close to the ground; quickly, my bike leveled, and I rode on. The scariest thing in these races though, isn't the road, but the cheating of the other riders. The only thing I could use to defend myself was a dull but pointed metal rod stuck on the side of my bike. I looked around to see if anyone decided to gang up on me, but there was fair amount of space between me and the other competitors so I rode on. There were a few people ahead of me, and one of which was the homemade helmet; I really needed to catch up. I tried to pick up speed and ended up next to another rider. He had spikes on his wheels so it was pretty obvious how he was trying to cheat. He tried to bang against my tires but I shoved him and he had to level himself. I grabbed my rod and punctured his wheels leaving him for the beginners to trip over. I put my metal rod back and checked my surroundings. Wonderful, that stupid spike biked looser slowed me down. Another two bikers were fighting and I watched carefully so I won't get hit by debris; one fell, and I just barely dodged him as I sped past. I have to fight the guy that won if I want to get ahead. I observed his bike and saw a large wooden sledgehammer on the side. What was he five? I thought those things were only in kids races in the movies. I pulled my rod out again and punctured his tire from behind. He slowed as his tire deflated so he wouldn't have to crash, smart guy. Another rider got beaten in front of me and I dodged again. As I looked ahead, I saw that the one who beat him was the homemade helmet. I really don't want to have to fight that guy. Another bike went zooming past me going straight for the homemade helmet. The two twisted and turned, then suddenly the homemade helmet jumped a ramp and almost flew onto the other's bike. He jumped out in time and his ride almost flew out from under him. The draw bridge was coming up soon. I stayed behind the homemade helmet keeping my distance. A few more riders went passed me and came after him. They surrounded him as they went up the half open bridge. At the very end, they dumped oil from a case on the sides of their back tire. His tires slipped making the bike crash off to the side and the rider fell off. I wasn't paying attention to the oil so I fell off too, impacting the ground like a meteor. My helmet flew off my head and I never stopped sliding towards the open bridge. The homemade helmet fell off the edge as I tried in vain to prevent myself from doing the same. The edge slid out from under me and I screamed for my life. A hand grabbed mine before I plummeted to my death. Panting, I saw my bike and a set of helmets fly off the edge, and into the water below. 
"You kidding me!? Right now!? I liked that bike!" I yelled. The guy above me kicked my chest while still dangling me by my arm.
"OW!!!" Pissed off, I looked up and saw that the guy was actually a girl. She had brown hair with side bangs and a pony tail; all were tipped with purple and pink. Her eyes were like a fiery furnace and a black hole at the same time. Her jacket was open just enough to show a chest plate tight on her torso sticking out of a purple T-shirt.
"That motorcycle is not as important as your life!"
"What the hell?" I whispered to myself still not getting over the shock. She noticed my expression and got even angrier.
"Don't be too surprised, I've won over 14 races so far and a girl can do that can't she?" She said. A few more bikes caught my attention and went over our heads touching the other end of the bridge safely. When the last one had gone over, I lost it. 
"Oh! Well great, GREAT!" I yelled. "I came all the way out here to the freezing cold and I don't even have a chance to win!!" She kicked my chest again making the strain on my arm worse.
"Ow! God damn it!!!" She had a strong kick but I didn't admit it out loud.
"That's all you're thinking about? Loosing? If I hadn't caught you, especially since we're covered with this muck, then you would have much bigger things to worry about!" I scowled at her coldly. After giving me a mirror of a look, she pulled me up. We both dusted ourselves off and tried to wipe at the grimy oil, not that any of it came off. She simply removed her jacket and tied it on her waist. She placed her knuckles on her hips without touching the oil and seemingly analyzed me. She then looked to her bike and back.
"Listen, I'll give you a ride home, if you never tell anyone about me." I thought about it. Sounded like a good deal. I nodded and I never spoke a word.
(Tell me what you think!  No really, Comment!)


(Warning: The ending is not like the rest of the story.)


"Uuuuugh, I'm so tired... do I have to get up?" She mumbled into her pillow. That question was answered quickly with the blaring sound of her alarm clock that she quickly slapped out of fear. She fell out of bed trying to catch it and thumped onto the ground still having that annoying tone going off. She hit her dainty fist on the top of the loud God forsaken machine and it finally quieted. She sighed in relief making her racing heart calm. A laugh was heard downstairs and she groaned. She grabbed her glasses and came down seeing her mother still laughing while making some blueberry pancakes. Her mother finally looked at the sleepy form that came down.
"I'm sorry dear, it's just that you do this every morning." She said moving the batter around in the pan. 
"Thanks for reminding me, mom." She croaked rubbing her eye under her lenses. She wasn't thinking straight so she didn't even understand why she came down here in her sky blue peace sign pajamas other than to make her mom stop giggling. She had this heart attack-like experience every morning since her alarm clock was first bought, and it amused her mother to no end. 
"Honey, you should really brush your hair, it's a mess."
"Ok." She said politely. In front of the mirror, she brushed her bland brunette hair, putting it in a strictly tight ponytail before brushing down her quite average bangs. She put her glasses back on, adjusting them before looking and scowling at her reflection. 
"Darn it, they're never brushed enough!" She grumbled yanking her bangs down harder with the thick bristles. She went to her closet only to find another problem:
"Why are there never any shirts with collars in here!?" She complained. 
"Oh well, a purple T-shirt will have to do."


Soon she found herself at her middle school and her first class was of course her least favorite, Physical Education. Her teacher was like a military commander who made the kids stand in lines so he can evaluate if they'll even have a chance at passing his class. G.O.W stood in her spot with her back strait, her knees locked, and her hands behind her back. 
"Alright kids, today we're playing soccer, your equipment is over in the corner here and there will be two separate games; competitive, and non-competiti-ah!" He was cut off by a glint of light directed at his eye. His attention whipped at the girl who's glasses glinted beautifully in the sunlight. 
"You there!" He said. If it was possible, her back got straighter.
"Yes Mr. Stonewall?" She replied with a gulp. He towered over her tiny form with eyebrows knit in suspicion. 
"G-O-... something, was it?" He asked. She mumbled her name under her breath sadly, disappointed that everyone had forgotten her name. Heat spread on her cheeks as some of the kids laughed.
"Yeah, G.O.W. Those glasses aren't going to be a distraction are they?" He asked.
"No sir." She said in shock of his words. She had just recently had them professionally cleaned, but she had never thought that this could be an actual problem.
"If they do, you won't get them back till the end of class." He threatened.
"Yes sir." She said facing her head down as he stood up straight again. 
"Now where was I? Ah yes, competitive and non-competitive. All those who don't have the guts to play on the competitive side, go to the left of the field, my future athletes, to the right! But if I see any lolygagging, you won't get any participation points." His attention fell on her again. 
"G.O.W! Look at me when I'm talking to yo-AH!" Her glasses had reflected the sun into his eyes again as she lifted her gaze. He stomped over to her and swiped the glasses off her nose making her instinctively squint and hold out her hands. 
"Hey! Give them back!!" She pleaded. 
"You said they wouldn't be a distraction and they were, you'll get them at the end of class." He put the glasses in his back pocket. "Now all of you get out there!" Kids shoved passed her and she tried to use the bumps and shoves to possibly navigate to the field. Her little tennis shoes touched grass and she decided to just stay there where it at least looked like she was a part of a team. Mr. Stonewall looked out into the field seeing G.O.W at the edge with her arms slightly out with bent knees.
"The competitive side today huh? Oh that little nerd's going to be eaten alive." The blurry dots running around amongst the haze of the green grass confused her and she just decided that she'd stand there until the period ends if she couldn't play. That wasn't a good idea though, as the ball flew around the field faster than she thought possible and before she could identify what it was, it smacked her in the face. She scrunched her nose and covered her face as her back hit the ground. She fell like a sack of potatoes and laid there a while just absorbing the pain. A set of different toned "ooooooo"'s came from the other kids as they surrounded her. The embarrassment of so many people watching her curled up on the grass made tears trickle on her eyelashes. 
"What happened? Why are you all standing around?" Her teacher called out shuffling through the crowd of children. He saw her on the ground and put his knuckles on his hips. 
"Oh come on kid," he said easily pulling her to her feet by her arm, "you really got to be doing this today? It's pep rally day." He watched her wipe her eyes and adjust her bangs with a low "sorry..." that barely anyone heard but him; she didn't have the courage to argue with him. He felt bad for her, and so he took out her glasses from his back pocket with his large hand and put the glasses in hers so she could feel they were there. When he looked down at them, he flinched. One of the lenses had broken and the nose of it was bent. He pretended not to notice so he wouldn't get sued and pat her hand nicely.
"Here, why don't you sit out, kid. I don't want you hurtin' yourself." He said with an obviously fake smile that she couldn't see. She nodded and took the glasses. When she put them on, she noticed three blurry white lines in her vision. They must have been one of his grey hairs so she cleaned them with her shirt. When they didn't move after cleaning it, she felt the lens herself. It had a rough edge where there was supposed to be glassy smoothness and she huffed. Darn teachers wouldn't even care if she lost one of her senses. 


"-and that is why it was edited in the textbook, it was a grammatical error." Everyone had fallen asleep. Of course. The English teacher woke up and tried to sound like she cared.
"That was wonderful! Uh-..."
"A-" 
"G.O.W!" Said Edward, the one kid who kept himself awake by making little creatures out of paper clips. 
"Ah, yes, G.O.W. Edward! You're next!" She called out as if she were scared she'd fall asleep again. G.O.W slumped back into her desk, this was her last class. Neil Armstrong was the first man on the moon and the first man on the moon to mess up on his grammar. How could they not be interested in one of the biggest grammar mistakes in history? She wasn't interested in the presentations anymore, she just took out her favorite book to cheer her up. The familiar title ringing in her head before she even set eyes on the cover, "science encyclopedia" it read, "A fact-pact reference book plus links to safe, homework-helpful Web sites". She couldn't help but smile. This was in her house a long time and she would never go to school without it. It was amazing she could fit it into her backpack in the first place; compared to her, it was like a coffee table book. She opened up to her favorite page with a huge explosion erupting from the base of a spaceship when the bell rang; well, that was a bit early, wasn't class supposed to end twenty minutes from now? 
"Sorry, Ed, we're going to have to cut your presentation short. Everyone to the pep rally!" Her teacher announced. Oh great... Getting out of her seat and shuffling all of her things into her backpack, G.O.W tried to go the opposite direction so that she could happily wait in the office without having to deal with all of the loud, crowded, school spirit stuff. She would much rather be reading her favorite book in the silent waiting room than go through that. The moment she stepped outside, it was like the streets of New York during rush hour. She pushed and pushed but was eventually shoved back by this one burly kid who didn't know how far his elbows spanned out. On the ground for the third time that day, she grunted and scooted to a wall so that people could maybe go around her instead of tripping onto her; a few stepped on her toes despite her pulling her knees in as far as possible. Jeez, why were there so many kids? A teacher caught a glimpse of her huddling against the wall and he confronted her.
"Hey, what are you doing here? Aren't you going to the pep rally?" He more demanded than asked. She sighed and walked along with the few kids that were left behind. She didn't bother explaining what she wanted to do, he looked like a person who wouldn't listen anyway. As she presumed, the gym bleachers were packed. It was a miracle that she had brought her ear muffs today, because at least then she wouldn't have to have her ear drums perforated. Taking a seat near the edge, she got out her book and her hearing protectors, and turned to her favorite page again. In the midst of the yelling, she could hear a person behind her snickering about her earmuffs and how they had no way to listen to actual music. Putting them on, she remembered she didn't buy them for music, she bought them to drown out the world in places with idiots; which was pretty much her every class. She recalled having a conversation about it with her teacher at the beginning of the year; he probably thought she was mentally ill or something with the weird look he gave her when she first put them on. Drawing her attention back to her book, she read with occasional distractions, but was able to survive a long while with her patience still in tact. At some point, she barely heard through the headset:
"Don't you have school spirit? Put the encyclopedia away, nerd!" A cup of soda flew through the air and cracked open behind her head. G.O.W's eyes widened and her mouth flew open as she clutched her book to her chest protectively. The soda dripped from the edges of her bangs and chin. That section of the crowd fell silent but the rest still were cheering for the kids in the class sports teams. Wiping the soda away from her eyes with her purple sleeve, she checked the book to see if it was alright. No pages were damaged, but her book cover had a few droplets on the top right making her wipe it off in irritation. She carefully sat the book down on the ground and curled her fists; after all that had happened today, her anger was finally bubbling up. She spun around in a mindless rage.
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?" She screamed. No one in the room spoke a word. As her eyes finally fell on the person who threw the liquid at her head, her eyes went from rage to terror. Her stomach sank and her shoulders lost their upright posture. Through her broken glasses, she saw it was Damian; the hottest kid in her grade, and her personal bully. Ever since she embarrassed him on accident when she was his crush in elementary school, he'd never let her forget it. He's never gotten in trouble for what he did either, so now that she had caught the almost everyone's attention, she knew she was dead. Coca-Cola dripped down between the seems of her glasses as she stood there frozen in place.
"Both of you, go to the office!!" A teacher said. She turned her frightened gaze to them.
"What did I do?" She asked honestly. Her chocolate irises pleaded her innocence.
"You used profanity."
"What did I say?"
"Ooooo! G.O.W said the H-word!!" A kid amongst the crowd said. 
"Quiet! Both of you, to the office, now!!" She flinched at the harsh words and slowly bent down to pack her book and earmuffs. Damian slowly stomped down the bleacher stairs and with every step Angelica felt another layer of fear pile on. Damian had super curly oily hair and tanned skin with freckles to compliment his gleaming blue eyes, he had the body type of a model so most girls were stupid enough to fall for him. Despite his attractive features, the look he gave her made it clear he wasn't planning on going to the office. He walked out the gym door as soon as she put her pack on her shoulders. With soda still dripping from her bangs, she hesitantly followed him knowing he was waiting for her outside. Her fingers touched the handle of the Gym door and she looked back. The teacher whipped her finger up and G.O.W flinched again looking away. She took a deep breath and opened the door looking to the ground. The moment it closed behind her, Damian slammed her against the wall. He was one of the lucky kids who got his growth spurt early but little G.O.W hadn't grown an inch since sixth grade.
"L-let me go Damian..." She whispered.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you!" He yelled. She could hear the pep rally starting up again and she knew for sure no one would be able to hear what was happening. He grabbed her backpack and threw it behind him without a care. It landed under one of the school balconies into the darkness. She didn't want her things damaged, but she was too afraid to defend herself.
"L-let me g-go." She tried again.
"Huh? What'd you say?" He mocked. He shoved her to the ground. It was clear that at this point he was acting out of pure rage and wanted to take it out on the person he hated the most. The clouds swirled in a sour grey.
"Y-you're acting like a bully! That's all you are D-Damian! A bully!" That was the first time she'd spoken up to him. 
"No, a bully does the same things like shoving kids into lockers or trash cans. Me? I am going to make sure your punishment will be unique." His blue eyes went dark as a broad creepy smile spread across his flawless face. He started walking towards her.
"Wha-wh-what are you going to do? If you h-hurt me then you'll get into trouble!" She backed up the wall of the gym. He grabbed her shirt.
"If you tell anyone, then you won't survive this." She gasped as he lifted his fist. It slammed against her stomach making her keel over. Her glasses dropped to the ground and a piece of the broken lens fell out. He yanked her up again lifting her from the ground and punched her cheek. She couldn't see his punches coming and they were too quick. Knuckles hit skull and he just kept going. Over and over he swung; there was no mercy behind those eyes. Her nose began to bleed and he stopped to look at his dirty work. She dropped to her knees and he backed up a bit. A crack was heard under his foot and he looked down. A brown pair of glasses was set firmly under his heel. He crunched it further and soon the right lens was completely out and destroyed. He watched her knowing she probably couldn't even see where he was. G.O.W sniffled some of the red back in. Slowly, she rolled onto her back so she wouldn't get everything all bloody and looked at the blurriness of the grey sky. It was hopeless. She was hopeless. And as if her emotions conjured storms, her tears caused it to rain. She curled up as the rain poured down like a raging waterfall. She had no reason to lift herself up. Ever. She decided she would stay there and cry for all of eternity. No one would help her. She was on her own.
"Pshh, pathetic. They called you the Grape Of Wrath in Elementary school, but it's clear you don't live up to your name." She heard amongst the sound of droplets hitting concrete. No one would help her. She was on her own. Those words sunk deep into her mind. No one would help her. She was on her own. She found an unnatural strength that made her shakily get to her feet. She wiped her nose as lightning crashed in the sky. He caught a glimpse of the embers in her eyes starting to burn as the blinding light flashed for a half-second. She walked towards him. His eyebrows furrowed into confusion, she'd never been the one to approach him before. There was an unnaturally dark shadow covering her eyes. He didn't realize he fearfully had backed up three steps. She pulled down on his shirt yanking him to her height. He could see every detail now; her contracted pupils in her already dark brown irises, her bared teeth, water dripping down her scrunched nose that was almost in an animalistic growl. He released a frightened breath. 
"If you hurt me again, I swear you'll regret you were born."  She let his shirt go and he scurried off into the rain to think about what he had done. Her hands in fearsome fists, water dripping down her chin and knuckles, eyes like the fires of hell itself; G.O.W would never be mistreated again.
Every Thunderstorm Begins With Rain.
So here's G.O.W's backstory. Any guesses as to what her real name is? (I won't tell you but I wonder what you think it is ;3)

At this time in her life, she was obviously not a super awesome spy person that could make you turn back with a glare, but once she got to high school, all of that changed.

She's got a lot of qualities that may seem over the top; like a photographic memory and ninja-like fighting skills that she aquires when she gets older, but she also has crappy qualities like her lack of social skills, her totally awkward mom that won't stop asking her daughter if she's gotten a boyfriend yet (she hasn't), and her own (unadmitted in high school where everyone forgot about it) nerdy side that she keeps hidden. Her symbol is a dark purple star that she has on her jacket. It has a light purple torso and hood with black sleeves.


Here's older her: fav.me/db28cm8



Comments are encoraged and cherished here! X3
Loading...
From the little you know about me, which Hogwarts house do you think I would be in?
G.O.W
She's a favorite OC of mine and I decided to finally post her on DA! Hope you like her!
This was also wonderful practice for trying to make a good computer drawing without using my pencil drawings as a base!

One backstory coming up!:   fav.me/db2gijx

Oh yeah, and just in case you were wondering, I'm not dead. XD
I made a lot of stories and pictures but they were all either role-plays, had my friend's characters so I didn't want to steal their ideas, or they would take just too long to explain so sorry if I haven't been posting. ^^;



Comments are encouraged and cherished here! X3
Loading...
Going to the Gala
I made this dress design a awhile ago but decided to make a more realistic version of it. This is how I imagined it when I made it up.



This is the story it's from:   fav.me/dakq1hp

This is the original drawing:   fav.me/dak8gvu




Comments are encouraged and cherished here! X3
Based off one of my pencil drawings, ultimately better Kylo Ren (Matt) Approves Icon 
Loading...
Come on man, I have only one person who gave me a suggestion and it was a little too vague for me to make anything out of it. It's kinda hard to celebrate 40 watchers alone. <:T

Help an artist out won't ya? Here, this is the link to the suggestions thing: Suggestions open!!!Holicrap! Forty watchers?!!? I didn't think I'd get this many!!! I wasn't keeping track but when I checked I was like "WHAAA!? That many?!?"
So now, I shall do what I did a while ago and leave room for you to request my characters to do anything you want; this can be in story form or picture form.(Please nothing inappropriate, there are kids on this website. :3) The suggestion with the most backup will be made into a reality. If there is a tie, I guess I'll have to choose.
It would help if you looked at other people's suggestions too, just in case you want to support theirs. ^v^
Good luck! And may the force be with you!!!
hehehihi2023 out! X3
  Use it well...



hehehihi2023 out!
  • Listening to: FNAF music
  • Reading: Maybe a bit of fan fiction ;3
  • Watching: parakeets doing stupid stuff
  • Playing: with YOUR MIND!!!! (Insert evil laugh here)
  • Eating: pizza
  • Drinking: water

Comments


Add a Comment:
 
:iconnomidarklighter:
NomiDarklighter Featured By Owner 51 minutes ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the +fav for Jyn Erso - Her Father's Message.
Reply
:iconnomidarklighter:
NomiDarklighter Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the +fav for Jyn Erso - You know who I am.
Reply
:iconhehehihi2023:
hehehihi2023 Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Don't mention it! ;3
Reply
:iconnomidarklighter:
NomiDarklighter Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Hug 
Reply
:iconnomidarklighter:
NomiDarklighter Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the +fav for General Hux - On Board of the Finalizer.
Reply
:iconhehehihi2023:
hehehihi2023 Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
You deserved it! ;3
Reply
:iconnomidarklighter:
NomiDarklighter Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Hug 
Reply
:iconnomidarklighter:
NomiDarklighter Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the +fav for General Armitage Hux.
Reply
:iconhehehihi2023:
hehehihi2023 Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
No problem! ;3
Reply
:iconladymintleaf:
LadyMintLeaf Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2017   General Artist
Thank you so much for the :+fav:!!:D
Reply
Add a Comment: