Me plz! 

Tuxedo kitten:

The house is still. It's morning, the humans are asleep, and the sun is peeking through the curtains. A tiny creature stretches and yawns, slowly padding down the hallway. It's a kitten.

Meowing, it makes its way to where the parents of the house sleep. Nosing through their clothes, the little cat finds something new. A tuxedo.

Freshly pressed and ironed, it was bought by the father only yesterday. It's hanging up on a chair, but the kitten jumps up and pulls it down. It wriggles itself into it, curling up into a ball and falling right back asleep.

It's a tuxedo kitten.

"FLUFFY! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SUIT?"

Leafpool:

The sun sets, casting an orange glow over the forest. A cat darts through the trees. It hurries to a small pool sitting in a clearing, the long shadows of the trees covering it from the light. She drops a leaf into the pool, and watches as it swirls, swirls, swirls.

An image of a tiger appears, then a lion, then a leopard.

She lies down beside the pool, her ancestors whispering into her ear as she drifts into dreamland.

May I have one, please?

I'd like one!

This one is like a legend I made up, instead of a picturing. 

St.Owl: 

High up in the trees, if you look closely, you can make out the shape of an owl, perched on a stack of books. "It's the mark of the Saint of Knowledge," the townspeople say. "The Owl."

Sometimes, at night, after you close your eyes, your dreams wander up those trees. The books take flight, those wings of pages, the owl flying amongst them. They call to you, both the books and the bird, "Come, come, fly away with me!" Out of those trees, journeying into places far beyond your reach. You dream of stories, of magical worlds, of the Saint of Knowledge.

Every time you open a book, it's the saint calling to you, talking to you. A book is communication between you, a person, and the vast wings of Knowledge. 

"The good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowledge." --Bertrand Russell

Will you do me Mei?

Would you please do one for me, Mei?

In return, do you remember the picturing I made for you on the Longest Thread Ever?

HELPFUL REMINDER:

Mei-xue~

The girl vibrated in her seat, clutching her book tightly, while the New York subway jolted and bumped through the ground. Her eyes, dark and alert, searched the crouded train for unknowing vandalists, babies, guys with Starbucks cups, middle school boys who lived to steal "geeky" items such as books, or dolls.

The girl couldn't let anyone touch this particular book.

As they always did when she was nervous and trying not to show it, her wings poked out from under her sweatshirt, straining at the polyester fibers that held them captive. She shoved her back against the window of the subway, an attempt to hide her secret, and another at the same time.

Her frustration was already boiling past breaking point, the girl attemped to hide lower in her seat, as some girls in bright colors gave her some odd looks as they were forced to sit next to her.

It wasn't her fault that she looked goth! The black sweatshirt and skirt were the most inconspicuous outfit she had! As if they would even care that she was on an important mission for the remaining demigods. She clutched the book tighter.

Another person bumped into her, and she gritted her teeth in agitation. Did anyone have any street sense anymore? Of course the whole world had act like the entire fate of the universe wasn't on her shoulders!

When a guy with a suitcase nearly knocked her over onto Rainbow-Girls, the girl knew that she had was done.

"ENOUGH!" Mei shouted, and watched with satisfaction as the whole world froze. Calmly, she released her wings, then walked to the front of the train, and pressed the button that opened the doors. Swinging onto the tracks, the girl set off to finish her job.

XD. IDK what I was thinking.

>sings< Memories, memories, precious memories!

Thanks so much Mei-xue!

Ag, so many requests! I can't be the only one doing these; Someone do some! Help!

Can I have one please?

I'll try to do some later.  

I'll help ya out there, Mei! 

Here's one for Nebula:

The desert glows a dusty red, basking in the lingering glow of the sun. A girl runs across the plain as the sun falls and darkness rises. Her long black hair flies behind her, and the already glowing moon draws alights the luminescent stars that pepper her midnight blue skin.  

Could you do me, please? Thanks in advance! 

Oh, I remember how much I used to love writing picturings! Especially on the LtE. 

Joan B. of Arc: The harsh cries of battle ring in your ears as you charge into the fray, riding a snow-white mare. Your dark blond hair streams from its ponytail beneath your helmet and you brush it impatiently from your eyes. You unsheathe your sword, striking and dodging and parrying countless blows. Instead of fear, energy and adrenaline pumps through your body as you fight. Your horse rears, plowing through scores of enemies, and your dark brown eyes narrow in confidence. You know you'll win this battle.

LilyPad: You sit cross-legged beside a pond in a forest, sunlight dappling your skin. You dip your hand into the water, letting its coolness slip over your fingers. You watch a few minnows dart about the pool, silvery scales flashing. They weave throughout the stems of lily pads, and blue eyes sparkle as you watch them play. Your short blond hair, in two ponytails, is tied with pink ribbons, ribbons the colour of the lotus flowers resting atop the lilypads. The serenity of the pond envelops you, the water reflecting the sky above. It's a beautiful day.

Dandelion: You walk through a meadow during a warm spring day. A breeze ruffles your sundress, and you tuck a loose strand of light brown hair behind your ear. Kneeling down, you look at the wildflowers. Noticing a dandelion, you pluck it from the ground, twirling its stem between your fingers. You watch wistfully as tiny white particles separate from the stem, spiraling off into the sky. You close your hazel-green eyes, absorbing the quiet of the spring morning, and smile. (I think this is one of my favourite picturings I've written. :) )