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Poinsettia's Written Picturings

I'm going to try my hand at these... :) You can fill out the form, or if you prefer you can just give me your pronouns and I can write you as I imagine you. I can also do your AEs, OCs, anc CAPTCHAS!

Here's the form:






submitted by Poinsettia, age immortal, Narnia
(December 26, 2022 - 9:08 pm)


Pronouns: She/her

Personality: Fair firm kind observant clever loyal




Pronouns: he/him

Personality:polite kind quiet dark humor


Other: Thx again. You don't have to do Justin if you don't want to. Wasn't sure if I could do two

submitted by Hawkstar
(December 27, 2022 - 5:32 pm)

No worries, I can do both! Just a question - would you like to be pictured with Justin, or would you rather have a separate written picturing for him?

submitted by Poinsettia
(December 28, 2022 - 9:49 am)

Seprate please!

submitted by Hawkstar
(December 28, 2022 - 9:27 pm)
submitted by top
(December 30, 2022 - 10:30 am)

Here's yours, Hawkstar! I'll post Justin's later. I'm sorry I didn't manage to do it today, but I'll get around to it :)


The forest was silent, silent as a forest only is at evening. The birds had ceased their gossipy chirps. Only a sleepy call occasionally broke the stillness.

The green leaves hung motionless on the branches. Here and there a reddish ray of sunlight pierced through them onto the forest floor. Yet, though it was so still, there was no feeling of danger. It was as if - as if - the trees were waiting for something.

There was a faint sound, as of leaves being moved aside. Something moved between the two largest trees at the end of the clearing. There, her reddish hair flaming in the sunset light, stood a girl. She looked almost like something belonging to the forest, as if it had created her, the way it had created the trees and the two deer that watched from behind the bushes. Her clear, leaf-colored eyes took in the scene calmly, observing everything. A little smile danced around the corners of her mouth. She moved forward, and from the other side of the clearing came the soft crack of a branch being broken. She was a Larinei - one of the secret tribe of forest-people
who lived in this forest, guarding its secrets through the centuries. Her name was Hawkstar.

The two deer were moving forward to meet her.

"Why, it's you!" she exclaimed softly. "Do you still remember me, after all this time?" 

One of the deer nosed her hand gently, its large ears pointing this way and that to catch her voice. Hawkstar smiled.

"It's been so long since I came here," she murmured. "I left years ago, to see what the world beyond the forest was like. But I couldn't live away from my home. And I'm finally back."

She threw back her head and gave a clear, high whistle, almost like a bird. And suddenly the clearing filled with birds, still sleepily twittering, and deer, and dewy-eyed rabbits, and many more animals, all coming to welcome Hawkstar home. As dark fell, she walked back to her old village with all of them, rejoicing. She had sought for happiness in the big, busy, hurrying world, and she had not found it. It had been here all this time, waiting for her, just as the forest had. This was her home, she thought. And she would never leave it.


Phew, it's long. I hope you like it!

submitted by Poinsettia@Hawkstar
(December 30, 2022 - 10:30 pm)

Wow. You are so good at this! How you described her like how the animals sorta knew her and how she belonged to the forest capured how I feel when I am Hawkstar. Many thanks and I can't wait for Justin's!

submitted by Hawkstar
(December 31, 2022 - 5:05 pm)

Could you do one for me and one for my AE?  Thanks!

Name: Sterling

Pronouns: they/them

Personality: Introverted, artistic, reserved, adventurous, pessimistic

CBer, AE, OC, or CAPTCHA: CBer

Name: Onyx

Pronouns: ae/aer

Personality: Curious, detatched, pensive, has an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and love of the mysterious


submitted by Sterling, age they/them, lost in a fantasy world
(December 31, 2022 - 11:58 am)

Name: Echo Hallowswift, but please, just Echo.

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers.

Personality: Calm and determined, fierce yet kind. Very clever.

CBer, AE, OC, or CAPTCHA: CBer, of course!

Other: I suppose I'll give a description of myself? Long blonde hair, slender build, grey eyes with long lashes.

submitted by ~Echo Hallowswift~
(December 31, 2022 - 4:24 pm)

@Hawkstar, here's Justin's! I'm so glad you liked yours. And @Sterling and Echo, yours are coming up!


Niagara Falls was crowded that morning. The usual tourists from all quarters of the globe were there, chattering and snapping selfies of themselves in the most carefree position possible, then glancing quickly at the falls and moving away, a line of stress between their eyebrows. The white sheet of water went thundering and roaring on, and they looked at it with eyes that did not really see it at all.

Standing apart from the tourists, leaning against the spray-wet railing, stood a teenage boy. He wore jeans and a raincoat, like all the others, to protect himself from the spray that went up in clouds from the waterfall. He had smooth black hair, dark eyes, and a tanned face with clear-cut, regular features.

He seemed oblivious to the ecstatic gasps and heedless chitchat going on around him. His eyes were fixed on the enormous, thundering whiteness that poured endlessly over the edge of the river, just a few steps away. After a few moments he stirred and walked back along the rushing river - he lived in the woods just twenty minutes' walk away. He had always loved the falls - for he saw something in them that none of the others could.


submitted by Poinsettia, age immortal, Narnia
(December 31, 2022 - 7:38 pm)

Name: hecate 

Pronouns: she/her

Personality : reckless,confident, wild






submitted by Luna silvermoon, age No, the first things
(January 1, 2023 - 7:04 pm)

@Sterling, here are yours and Onyx's! I'm not too sure about Onyx's, but I hope you like it :)


The sea was roaring and crashing upon the sand, seeming to voice vague, undefined wildness. The air smelled like salt, somehow, and if one put out one's tongue, one's lips tasted salty.

It was misty. Gray wraiths of fog wound and drifted among the rocks on the beach.  A few seagulls and sandpipers ran along the shore on stick-thin legs, cheeping, dashing onto the wet sand for a moment, then running back as another wave rolled in. But theirs wasn't the only movement on this pebbly beach.

At the far end of the shore, almost too distant to be seen, walked a figure. At first nothing more could be seen of it than a long cloak. Then, as it walked further down the beach, it became more distinct.

The figure had a piquant face with clear blue eyes that were the color of the sea; a clever, introspected set to its keen mouth; and long, dark hair that blew out behind it in the wind. It was tall and had a regular, yet almost dreamy step. Slender, artistic-looking hands held the clasp of a silvery cloak that looked almost as if it were spun out of moonshine.

This was Sterling - mysterious and somehow apart from everyone else, a lone figure on a misty beach with the waves crashing and the seagulls calling.



The ruler of the little band of onyxes was named, well, Onyx. Onyx was a beautiful animal, with slender, twisting horns, a coat of the finest gold-brown, and tiny black hoofs that were neater and quicker than any of the others'. When there was danger afoot, it was always Onyx's large black eyes, with the keen alertness in them, that spotted the predator that might have leapt upon a baby or a nursing mother in the herd. At once the leader would give the danger signal in a low gruff voice, such as onyxes have, and the peaceful herd would erupt in anxious cries and pricked ears and racing legs - always with Onyx, the swiftest runner of all, in the lead, showing the herd where to go. Or if the predator pursued them, Onyx turned and stood, facing it with long sharp horns, until it slunk away. This antelope was more than just ruler of the band; Onyx was the leader, and guide, and friend, of everyone.

submitted by Poinsettia@Sterling
(January 1, 2023 - 8:51 pm)

These are wonderful, especially mine!  How did you capture my CB-self aesthetic so perfectly?!

submitted by Sterling, age they/them, lost in a fantasy world
(January 7, 2023 - 10:11 am)

Name:Reuby Moonnight


Personality:Cold, sarcastic, emo.



submitted by Reuby Moonnight, age Waxing , 4pm Bookstacks
(January 2, 2023 - 4:16 pm)

:0 Wow you are super good at this. Do Daisy's please;



Personality:Cheerful, outgoing, confident, kind and funny


Other:She is 15. And like, earthy. Likes nature and stuff. 

submitted by Hawkstar
(January 2, 2023 - 9:33 pm)

Here's Daisy's! I did it slightly differently from the other picturings - it's told from the point of view of the reader, and Daisy is the girl under the tree. @Everyone else, I'm working on the other written picturings!


Overhead the sky was a brilliant azure blue. The brilliant yellow leaves of the trees, standing out sharply against it, gave you an almost physical sensation of awe. The air was cold and tingling and wonderful. The country road stretched away before you, lined with trees on either side.

You walked along it, feeling tired and despondent. Everything had gone wrong today, you thought. You were so busy going over the arguments you had and the failure of your trip to the store that you hardly noticed the world around you.

Then you came round a bend and see a house, with a front lawn covered in red leaves. It was a comfortable, stolid cottage with lace curtains at the windows and a tabby cat sunning itself on the front doorstep.

A girl was standing under the enormous red maple tree in the front yard, holding a rake. She was slender, with golden-brown hair in a long, elegant ponytail. Her blue eyes - their blue matched the color of the azure sky - held a look that you wished was on your own face more often. You realized that she looked happy, simply and purely happy, standing there under the flaming maple. She wore tall boots and slim-cut jeans, and a lilac down vest that suited her golden hair and flushed cheeks.

A fresh gust of wind came up, shaking the branches of the maple. All at once a shower of vivid, garnet-colored leaves filled the air, dancing and glowing in the wind. And then for a moment the girl under the tree dropped her rake and spun around, laughing a clear, bubbly laugh like the sound of a  robin in spring, the sun shining full on her face. She looked like one of the leaves fluttering down - glowing and vibrant, almost alight with life and joie de vivre.

The next moment the scarlet leaves had drifted to the ground, and you found your feet carrying you past the house. The brief moment was over, but the mental picture of it that you carried away with you would last forever - and so would the lesson it taught you, a lesson of rejoicing. Your step quickened and a smile hovered round your mouth as you looked up at the sky again. It's true, you realized, that the world is a magical place.

submitted by Poinsettia@Hawkstar
(January 3, 2023 - 8:53 pm)