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Hello! Despite my guilty rememberance of the unfinished Fantasy Written Picturings of a few months ago, I’ll be trying some more of these. It might take me a few days to update, but I’ll try to complete all of them :> Basically just tell me your pronouns, and I’ll come up with something. If you’d rather have a form, here’s a brief one:
Name:
Age:
Pronouns:
About seven words to describe your appearance:
Five words that encapsulate you:
Enjoy:)
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Sign me up! I’m excited to see what you come up with!
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Here’s yours! I hope you like it :))
~Zealatom~
They said he only came to the land in summer, from the earliest influx of true warmth to the still days before the mist came down. Before and after that time, nothing. During that time, a tall boy – though “boy” wasn’t really accurate; you could tell he was timeless under the show of youth, like the steadfast mountains and the roll of sky and the songs of forest cascades – with dark, straight hair that he often shook back to reveal laughing eyes. They waited for his appearance with excitement in that land, and every year, unfailingly, he showed up.
This year, of course, was no different. From one quicksilver, passing day to the next, he had come. Now he was walking through the wilder, mossier parts of the country with a stag at his side, his green cloak matching the artist’s-easel of hues spread out around him. Yes, it was summer now, undoubtedly; spring had faded.
The stag was looking at him. “I still don’t understand where you come from, and where you go to,” it said.
The boy pushed back his hair. “Nowhere? To other summers? Maybe I cease to exist.” His voice was teasing; the lordly deer with the silver antlers, his almost-constant companion in the summer months, had tried to find this out before.
“Zeal,” the deer said with a sigh. “Oh, and while we’re on questions – those stories you tell on summer nights. Where do you get them from?”
The boy raised an eyebrow. “I read them in all these things,” he said, gesturing around at the trees, the glen, the sky. “It’s all written there, if you can see it.”
“And…” The stag hesitated. “You never actually do much while you’re here. Why do you come?”
The boy flicked his fingers, and for an instant, thunder seemed to echo around the heavens. “Oh, you’ll find out – this time…”
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Oh yes! All my favorite elements in one picturing; nature, subdued magic, peaceful settings, I love how this one turned out. You’re a wonderful writer, and I think that you really do a good job of orchastrating the rhythm of the passage; the first paragraph spilled out like flowing water and that is an amazing experience in reading. Thanks so much <3
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Aww, thank you :)) I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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ooh written picturings!! i absolutely adore your writing style, so ofc i would like a written picturing >:D id love to see how you imagine me, so — pangolin, she/they (<<you can either alternate or just pick one set of pronouns, whichever’s easiest :)) thank you so much!! <3
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And here’s the second one! More immortal being/fantasy vibes/complicated wording, whoops, but then that’s me :p
pangolin
In the lofty palaces, astronomers watched the sky through metallic telescopes. They charted star graphs and formulated predictions and sketched constellations. They spent night after night up on the castle turrets, observing every sway and sparkle in the celestial bodies far above them. And yet, every time they thought they’d gotten it right, something would change and they’d have to start all over again.
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A girl was sitting on the clifftop, arms wrapped around her legs, chin resting on knees. Her silver tunic looked almost rose-colored in the slanting, end-of-day light; her purple cloak, the folds where it hit the ground left as gravity had arranged them, had golden curves. The girl’s hair was fiery, and would be the same in any light, but the sunset struck additional sparks from it they way it did from her gray eyes.
She was sitting quietly, the late-day melodies of birds showering down around her, something of the glory of the sunset and the glory of the coming night imprisoned inside her. She was manifestly a creature of the cosmos, a kaleidoscope of reflected universes that had come together in a new pattern to create her. You could sense that starlight lurked inside her. But there was something else there too, something more comforting; the scent of dried grass, the unmatchable shade of kingfisher feathers, the crackle of autumn leaves underfoot. She seemed more real than most things ever were.
All the birds had stopped singing, exept for one lone red one who kept tipping his notes out into the evening. Twilight had drifted down slowly, and the sunset was gone. The girl stretched, and stood up, her cloak lifting off the ground with a swish that shook out the crumples. She tipped her head back, her clear eyes focused on the sky, and stretched out her hand.
And there was the first star.
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AAH THIS IS SO LATE D: i swear i replied to this but ig it didn’t go through?? i think the posts ive been making on my phone haven’t been going through ://
ANYWAY–this is absolutely incredible :0 i love literally everything about this–the diction is so lovely and precise; it creates such a magical, moody atmosphere. i especially love how you included the first paragraph in italics–it gives it an almost mythic, fairy tale vibe :DD i love the way you described me as well–you’ve definitely captured key elements of my personality, i think–a sort of quiet introspection and an awe for the natural world. you do immortal being/fantasy vibes/complicated wording very well :DD thank you so much!! this is wonderful <33
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Thank you!! I’m so glad you liked it:D
@Hawkstar, yours is almost ready – I hope you don’t mind the wait :/
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Name: Hawkstar
Age: 16
Pronouns: she/her
About seven words to describe your appearance: tall, barefoot, smile, freckles, long hair, confident
Five words that encapsulate you: loyal, humor, bookish, music, kind
I really love your written pictures! I know you’ve already done two for me, so I will be highly impressed if you are able to come up with something new haha 😆
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Yours is done! I hope it’s up to expectations:D
~Hawkstar~
It was sunset on the beach. A cool breeze was coming in from the west, ruffling the flaming water into froth. You paused, looking out at the sinking sun, the crystal-blue waves frosted with silver and tempered with reflected sunset, the rose-colored clouds moving towards the water’s horizon. Where does the water go? you wondered. What determines where the horizon lies?
“To the end of the world, beyond which lies eternity. And the horizon is where the sky comes down to meet the sea.” It was a clear voice, lilting and tinged with melody, and it seemed almost as if it were answering your questions. You glanced around, startled.
A girl was standing on the beach, her dark brown hair windblown, her blue-green cloak with its hood thrust back billowing around her in ripples like those of the sea, her wooden staff resting on the sand. There was a pixie delicacy to her features, an elvin wildness in her greenish eyes. She almost seemed to shimmer, as ethereal as the sea at sunset, wisdom twining with freedom in her heart.
“Who are you?” you asked, very softly.
“The girl with the answers.” She shrugged, and for an instant you glimpsed a bow of gleaming wood slung over the simple white tunic she was wearing. “My home is beyond the waves, but today… I don’t know. I wanted to come back. Maybe, without knowing it, I wanted to meet you.”
“But…”
“I know,” she agreed. “I can’t exist. But listen to the call of the ocean, and open your heart to belief. It’s not as difficult as it might seem.” She came closer and took your hands, her fingers slim and strong. “I’m tangible. I’m real.”
You glanced up from your hands to her face, and a smile curved in her eyes, as swift as a seagull winging across the waves. Somehow, you’d become friends. But you still had one more question for her. “What’s your name?” you asked softly.
“…Hawkstar.”
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Gah this is so gorgeous!!! How in the world are you so good at thissssss???!!! Every single written picture I’ve received from is just, amazing. SO beautiful. I really love the ocean scene, and my mystical-ness. So magical, and heartfelt. Thank you so so much <3333
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Name: Amity
Age: early teens
Pronouns: she/her
About seven words to describe your appearance: blue pixie cut, blue eyes
Five words that encapsulate you: creative, kind, empathetic, uhh idk what else
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Name:Inky
Age:15
Pronouns:any/all
About seven words to describe your appearance:Dark, gloomy, mysterious, other-worldly, nymph-like, dangerous, and calm
Five words that encapsulate you:Ethereal, mysterious, cold, obsessive, easily angered
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Your written picturings are always very beautiful and poetic.
Name: Moon Wolf
Age: 14
Pronouns: she/her
About seven words to describe your appearance: dark, asian, moon-like, wolf-like, lavender, purple, mysterious
Five words that encapsulate you: thoughtful, caring, bookworm, creative, kind