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Handwritten Picturings
Handwritten Picturings
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Come now, come now! Recieve handwritten picturings that have been artfully constructed of a writer's love for their craft, fingers nimbly accustomed to dancing about the keyboard, and the heart and spirit of a magical creature confined to the body of a mortal.
Find yourself dancing across wide plains, adventuring throughout the land, befriending different creatures, and your name being written into histories of kingdoms and amazing epics, monologues, and ballads--custom written for your own enjoyment!
Come now and enter the circle of my domain and let me cast my spell upon you. You may never wake up from the history I write!
You may guess who has donned my mask and title if you wish.
First come, first served, and whoever is first to comment on this thread (if, pray, I may even get a single CBer to call upon my services) shall be the one to top it, as I never learned the fine and majestic art to use google to search the deep ocean that is the CB. Admins, perhaps if you had a slight amount of time you could teach this humble type artist?
For your story has now been written, your tale put in the hands of time. Come receive this gift.
Who knows? Maybe the picturing will speak the truth and you will find a part of you locked away by enchantment and spell. For you are not such a small and insignificant mortal as you thought, no?
submitted by A masterful typer, Might you know?
(May 15, 2017 - 8:58 pm)
(May 15, 2017 - 8:58 pm)
*Bows* My masterful typist, I invite you to draw me in whatever way that you wish, if it is no large feat to ask of you. You may know what I really look like, since we do not have the pleasure of knowing who you truly are. But, if you do not know, the best and mst accurate place to look is the Disaster RP thread made by @LeafPool.
Thank you, dear Masterful Typist.
(May 15, 2017 - 9:48 pm)
I would love one!
(May 16, 2017 - 7:12 pm)
I would love one!
(May 16, 2017 - 7:12 pm)
Kestrel.
Her parents had said they named her it because they knew she wou would fly away.
Indeed, she had never been satisfied with living in the castle while her mother danced about serving the princess and queen.
She would always fly up the staircases and up onto the tops of the castle, the ramparts where the archers walked about, dreaming of holding one of their bows. Then she would stare down, smiling and watching many a bird dancing in the breeze.
Some days the archers taught her how to fight, and responded to her endless questions on guarding and shooting. But her parents always called for her before long.
One day her parents called her down and she couldn't come back.
Explosions shook the castle and she could hear screaming, steel clashing, and bowstrings from her room.
When the men in armor knocked at the door, asking for medical and any other aid, Kestrel slipped away.
The ramparts called her again, this time with a bigger quest in mind.
The view of the countryside showed millions of attackers, armies so thick they covered the fields.
And she took her bow, this time knowing what to do.
Kestrel.
Like a bird she could fly across the ramparts, healing the wounded archers and never slowing under enemy fire, shooting to take out the catapults and weapons of siege.
And if she ever fell, up like a bird she'd fly up the stones of the castle.
(May 16, 2017 - 9:40 pm)
Oh my Wyrd. This is beautiful. Thank you so very much. I love this so much.
(May 17, 2017 - 9:09 am)
If it's not too much trouble, I shall ask for one.
(May 16, 2017 - 7:12 pm)
I would like to have one, if it is not too much trouble.
Please and thank you. ^^
(May 16, 2017 - 7:50 pm)
Oh masterful typewriter; I would be homered if you could portray me. If you need a template of my appearance; please see the CB disaster thread by Leafpool.
(May 16, 2017 - 7:50 pm)
Masterful typer, your call is intriguing. I would be honored to request your services. (I havn't been on a lot, so you mght need a description). Sounds great!!!! (And I would really love one)
Trim! Lydia's 5th word!!
(May 16, 2017 - 8:11 pm)
Beautiful language! I know I should type up something long and fancy like yours, but it's late, so can you please do me?
P.S. I have good handwriting, so I can help you out.
(May 16, 2017 - 8:33 pm)
I would love a gift such as this! Your services would be greatly appreciated by myself.
(May 16, 2017 - 8:42 pm)
hello. I am requesting.
(May 16, 2017 - 8:45 pm)
Lucy B--
The girl tripped.
A curious beginning to the most amazing things ever to happen to a girl who sat in a village and drew all her life.
She ran to the forest each day, sitting under a tree by the gleaming pond and sketching whatever came to her mind.
And her sketches were powerful.
She didn't posses amazing beauty, just simply looking the way a tomboy would.
But when she sketched she was who she wanted to be.
Once, they called her crazy for fangirling over stories she had made. The town was surrounded by a ring of sea, and it always had been. No mountains or ships or anything.
One day she had wandered far, to where the forest met the sea.
A root had been sinking into the water.
Then...
She tripped.
The water wrapped itself around her, cold and terrifying and salty in her eyes, stinging.
Her sketches and paper fluttered down, wet and smeared and smudged and probably ruined.
She dove.
The sea surrounded her and suddenly...
She felt like she was floating downwards, her eyes on the papers that fluttered down--
Then she realised she was swimming towards light, and saw what may seem like choppy waves meeting her eyes...
And she broke the surface.
Hands were there to pull her out and take her sketchpad from the water, pulling her onto a beach.
"Welcome to the land where your sketches and stories come to life." She heard a voice say.
She looked up and realised that nobody was there. The hands were gone.
Laying on the sand was a gleaming battle axe, seeming to be made of steel. Then the light flashed onto the blade and the inside, millions of multicolored crystals, glowing and shining in several patterns, was revealed.
The sketchpad was lying on the beach, a pencil next to it.
And looking at the blank canvas in front of her, she drew a path and walked up the beach, picking up the axe and smiling.
(May 16, 2017 - 9:25 pm)
That reminded me of the thing Salt Maude says in The Girl Who Writes The Future, when she's trying to convice people to part with their money and come see the wonders the Moonlight Faire has brought. Lovely language!
May I please have one?
(May 16, 2017 - 10:01 pm)
Why, yes, you may receive this half-blessing, half-curse. However, I am quite pinned down right now and have just finished Killim and Aelin's picturings, and have to go through several revision stages .
(May 17, 2017 - 9:31 am)