What was so special about Megan Kainda?
It wasn't her looks well, not really, anyway. She wasn't very tall, but not really short, either. Thin, but not incredibly so. Her lavender hair might rate a second glance or even a third, but compared to some of the hair colors the teenagers were sporting these days it seemed almost mundane. Her wardrobe never varied much from long black pants and light purple shirts, and she was never seen without her black and slightly battered newsboy cap, a silver jack-o-lantern pin forever pinned next to the visor.
In a word, she was average. Or at least, that's what everyone thought
"Megan!"
Meg
It seems as if she has always been there beneath the old, twisted oak. For as long as any can remember, the twisted oak has stood, dark and forbidden, and the crying girl has sat beneath its cursed branches. Crying without a sound, hiding her face in her hands.
No one knows where she came from, or when. It seems as if she has been there forever, yet she can't be more than nine years old.
No one even knows her name.
For many, many years, none but the bravest dare approach her... and they disappear. After a time, the bravest no longer dare, and the foolish take their place. The curious and the simply ignorant follow, and all disappear wi
In the middle of worlds you cannot perceive
Lies My Imaginary Land of Make-Believe
Weirdness and interest aren't hard to achieve
In My Imaginary Land of Make-Believe
The Randomness Mist is all swirling around
And suddenly I think of purple and brown
And how those colors would look on a clown
In My Land of Insanity, such thoughts abound
In the middle of worlds you cannot perceive
Lies My Imaginary Land of Make-Believe
Scatterbrained-ness isn't hard to achieve
In My Imaginary Land of Make-Believe
The Clouds of Happiness aimlessly drift
To be so carefree is really a gift
If ever I need a thought to uplift
I always look here; cheer
Frightening howls and piercing screams
With roar and growl the dragon sings
Scales like copper, iron, tin
All protect the beast within
Quick as a whip, the lashing tail
Is stronger than a medieval flail
Like lightning flash, her breath of flame
Paints the sky with her fiery name
Claws sharper than the keenest blade
Sharper than all weapons made
Her wings are spread, a smoky shawl
Casts baleful shadows over all
Thundering wingbeats, glowing eyes
The nightmare beast begins to rise
Diving, swooping, shrieking shrill
She vanishes, and all is still
She strikes from nowhere, conquers all
None are safe, her opponents fall
Daring me
What was so special about Megan Kainda?
It wasn't her looks well, not really, anyway. She wasn't very tall, but not really short, either. Thin, but not incredibly so. Her lavender hair might rate a second glance or even a third, but compared to some of the hair colors the teenagers were sporting these days it seemed almost mundane. Her wardrobe never varied much from long black pants and light purple shirts, and she was never seen without her black and slightly battered newsboy cap, a silver jack-o-lantern pin forever pinned next to the visor.
In a word, she was average. Or at least, that's what everyone thought
"Megan!"
Meg
It seems as if she has always been there beneath the old, twisted oak. For as long as any can remember, the twisted oak has stood, dark and forbidden, and the crying girl has sat beneath its cursed branches. Crying without a sound, hiding her face in her hands.
No one knows where she came from, or when. It seems as if she has been there forever, yet she can't be more than nine years old.
No one even knows her name.
For many, many years, none but the bravest dare approach her... and they disappear. After a time, the bravest no longer dare, and the foolish take their place. The curious and the simply ignorant follow, and all disappear wi
In the middle of worlds you cannot perceive
Lies My Imaginary Land of Make-Believe
Weirdness and interest aren't hard to achieve
In My Imaginary Land of Make-Believe
The Randomness Mist is all swirling around
And suddenly I think of purple and brown
And how those colors would look on a clown
In My Land of Insanity, such thoughts abound
In the middle of worlds you cannot perceive
Lies My Imaginary Land of Make-Believe
Scatterbrained-ness isn't hard to achieve
In My Imaginary Land of Make-Believe
The Clouds of Happiness aimlessly drift
To be so carefree is really a gift
If ever I need a thought to uplift
I always look here; cheer
Frightening howls and piercing screams
With roar and growl the dragon sings
Scales like copper, iron, tin
All protect the beast within
Quick as a whip, the lashing tail
Is stronger than a medieval flail
Like lightning flash, her breath of flame
Paints the sky with her fiery name
Claws sharper than the keenest blade
Sharper than all weapons made
Her wings are spread, a smoky shawl
Casts baleful shadows over all
Thundering wingbeats, glowing eyes
The nightmare beast begins to rise
Diving, swooping, shrieking shrill
She vanishes, and all is still
She strikes from nowhere, conquers all
None are safe, her opponents fall
Daring me
Current Residence: I reject your reality and substitute my own! ...So that's where I am right now. deviantWEAR sizing preference: If I had a dollar for every brain I didn't have I would have one dollar. Print preference: It's you and me against the world; we attack at dawn! -AriTier Favourite genre of music: The butler did it. No, i don't know what happened. But I know the butler did it. Favourite photographer: Umm... Me? Favourite style of art: When life gives you lemons, make grape juice, sit back, and let the world wonder how you did it. Operating System: Insanity MP3 player of choice: All your base are belong to us unless your power lvl is OVER 9000!!! Shell of choice: Those pretty swirly ones! You meant seashells, right? Wallpaper of choice: I use psychokinesis to hold my pencil when I make sketches. Skin of choice: If you annoy me I will bite your head off. Don't believe me? Ask the Headless Horseman. Favourite cartoon character: My favorite number of the alphabet is purple. Personal Quote: I have SII - Sugar Induced Insanity.
Favourite Visual Artist
The Jellybean Monster is going to eat you! RAWR!!
Favourite Movies
Normal people are insane, insane people are normal. The only difference is being insane is more fun.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
^quote by Kamica1
Favourite Writers
I HAVE 100+ BOOKS DON'T ASK ME THAT!!!
Favourite Games
The Game. You just lost it.
Favourite Gaming Platform
DS, possibly the Wii.
Tools of the Trade
My brain. And a spork.
Other Interests
When life gives you lemons, squirt them in your enemy's eyes!
This is totally coming out of nowhere [much like my recent obsession with Transformers fanfiction, seriously, OUT OF NOWHERE], but I was driving today and I realized that Skyfall might actually work as a mech name.
Is there a James Bond/Transformers crossover out there somewhere? If not, can someone write/draw one? I can't get this out of my head.
Stole this from somebody else.
Centaur:
[ ] You are rather wild, and let your instincts run you.
[ ] You get drunk a lot.
[ ] Bravery and boldness is second nature to you.
[ ] You have a deep love for astronomy and the universe.
[ ] You like to read your daily horoscope.
[ ] You have a high level of pride in yourself.
[ ] In the woods is the best place for you to be.
[X] You are spiritual.
[ ] The horse is one of your favorite animal.
[X] You are possessive and territorial.
Total: 2
Elf:
[ ] Your ears are slightly pointed at the tips.
[X] You are very intelligent.
[ ] Your five senses are extremely keen.
[ ] Your weight is
Ever had one of those days where you know you should be doing something productive but all you really wanna do is laze around on the computer and totally do nothing that you should be doing?
Yeah, I've had pretty much an entire SUMMER of that.
And it has been awesome.
I have an unfinished painting on the counter that I should really get around to finishing (it will look pretty awesome I think if I do say so myself)
I have at least six (no wait... seven? idk) new books that I've never read before on my shelf
I don't check my dA or get on facebook as often as maybe I possibly should
I keep meaning to call/message/chat with my friend, but