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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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Ack, this took so long – sorry about that!! Here it is, finally~
~Amity~
The sky is dark and smudged with clouds, and the summer night is warm. People are swirling and chattering, expectant, glad that their long-expected night is as ideal as possible. Little bursts of excitement bubble and sparkle, almost visible, extremely audible. This is the night, at last, with a bit of light spilling over the broad marble starcase leading to the inside of the castle, a candle or two casting illumination onto the dark lawn in shifting circles, but nothing detracting from the celebration.
Then, without warning, there’s a streaming whistle, and a small star rockets up into the sky. There’s a pause, and breaths are held. And then there’s the explosion, and dozens of glittering green galaxies shatter into being, marvelous and awe-inspiring, the sky no longer the center focus but only the backdrop.
The crowds of gaily dressed people are also only a backdrop. In this moment, one girl stands out from all of them, the explosion, the firework. She isn’t part of a small, fast-talking friend group like most; she’s standing by herself, her head just slightly lifted, her eyes fixed on the fireworks. This night is, manifestly, hers. There’s a decision to her pointed chin, a sparkle in her deep, unreadable eyes, a drape to her simple sheath dress, that all betoken her as something else. Someone else, to be accurate. And although the colors of her dress are dulled, her face is clearly visible, even in the grayness of a moonless night. Her hair, styled in a pixie cut, is a metallic blue, just like her eyes when they catch the light.
Cheers erupt, and the girl smiles; they’re for her as much as for the sparkling pyrotechics in the sky. And up above, a blue firework explodes, its glitter reflected in her eyes.
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omg this is amazing I love it 😀 tysm
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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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Eek, this is almost two months late?? I’ve been terrible about keeping up with this, sorry :/ Here’s yours at last:
~Ink☆Tea~
The lightest breeze ruffled through the olive trees, and far off, past the cliffs, the sparkling sea danced and undulated. You crumbled the last crusts of bread in your fingers, leaning back against the tree you’d chosen for your midday meal. It was just past the crest of noon. The heat was the same, the bright, slightly amber sun was the same, but something was… different.
The breeze flared against you again, and there, as if she’d always been there, was the person. She was standing at one end of the clearing, evidently having brushed through the bushes edging it when you weren’t looking; the sunlight sifting through the leaves cast a sort of nimbus around her. She seemed small – though, of course, it was hard to tell from the ground – and there was a forest brilliance to her, contrasting sharply with the dark gray cloak enveloping her and the choppy midnight-blue hair framing her face. If you had had to choose one word to describe her, and if, in your present startled state, you could have chosen, you would have said contradictory.
Seeing as how that didn’t help at all, though, you scrambled to your feet. “Hi,” you said.
“Greetings,” the person said simply.
A little pause stretched between you, and then she reached out and broke off a single, small branch of the olive tree above you. “Why are you here?” she asked.
How did one answer that question? “I don’t know,” you said. “Looking for beauty? Or finding it?”
“You’ve come to the right place,” she told you. “This place is special; anything can be found in it.” She lifted her chin a little. “But a small warning: you should leave. You don’t want to meddle.” She put the branch in your hand and added, “To remember this by. To remember that you’ve met an immortal.”
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YAAAAAAYYYY!!!! IT’S SO PRETTTY :DDDDDD
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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
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Another two-months-late one :/ On the other hand, I really like the way this one came out – it’s like the picturing I’ve always wanted to write about you. Hope you like it:)
~Moon Wolf~
It was a clear, quiet night – evening, rather – with a smudge of peach in the west where the sun had gone down and a swirl of light purple clouds on the opposite horizon. In between, there was nothing of note: just deepening midnight blue; just the first glimmering dusting of stars.
The garden was still awake under the crescent of the half-moon. Somewhere, a sleepy bee buzzed among the lavender lining the path, and a bird or two still twittered. A dreamy, starlit wakefulness had come over it in the last few minutes, something stronger than the daylight, less tangible than the moon. The path itself was made of millions of white pebbles, and a book was lying open on it, a ribbon marker flung away from its pages.
Slowly, something was happening. Something was emanating from those pages, a sort of lavender mist, perhaps, or just a trick of the dusk. It wavered, unfurled, vanished, came back. And then, suddenly, it had taken form, and a girl was standing on the path, looking around her.
She was of medium height, her silver hair with lavender touches falling around her face with only two slim braids, knotted in the back, to hold it. She was graceful, quiet, a little wondering as she looked around; there were mysterious depths to her brown eyes. She was wearing a knee-length purple dress, softly draped, with loose sleeves that cascaded on a little way past her hands. Around her neck was a pendant necklace with a tiny silver wolf.
She smiled suddenly, and went down on her knees to bury her nose in the lavender. She knew now where she was.
She had been called. And, like the moon and the wolves in the winter forests, she had come.
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Thank you so much! I love the descriptions and the mentions of lavender and wow, the description of the sky is breathtaking.
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Name: Ellesmere
Age: unknown??? appears 15
Pronouns: she/it
About seven words to describe your appearance: “cringy”, natural, fireflies, dark cool woods, cedar
Five words that encapsulate you: “cringy”, cryptid, rushed, music, chaos
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Finally got around to yours! Apologies for the wait :/
~Ellesmere~
In the winter, the forest stood frozen, maybe asleep under a fluffy white blanket and waiting for awakening, maybe paused while the shifting silver screen-saver came on and waiting for someone to hit play, maybe watching under a mantle of snowflakes and waiting for something to watch.
In the spring, green rose up through the forest, and a little rocky cave that had stood silent for months became a mossy, ferny cavern with a stream tinkling and overturning and bubbling out of it. And with the stream came a girl.
If you were very, very lucky, you might have caught a glimpse of her that summer. She looked about fifteen, but it was hard to tell what her real age was. It was hard to tell anything real about her, in fact. She seemed intensely human as she walked by the banks of the stream, her russet-red dress offset by the band of green around its waist, her voluminous brown hair cascading over her shoulders. In herself, she looked clear, defined, calmly powerful, but something in her air spoke of the unordered immensity of the universe and the unbordered sweetness of music. On the other hand, she seemed immensely divine when,in the evenings, she set aside the book she was reading and rose from a mossy rock to wander through the forest, fireflies circling and dancing around her, her eyes either permanently reflecting their glow or else lit from within. She moved among them as if she was one of them, and, look, didn’t the forest floor glow for an instant wherever she stepped?
That summer was a time of glory days, and the forest lived.
In the autumn, she vanished.
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sorry i just saw this, was away for a while! it’s beautiful, thank you!!
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I know you have lots of requests, but your picturings are so beautiful! Take your time on mine 🙂
Name: Seadragon pronouns: she/her-
Here’s yours! I’m afraid I took you at your word when you said to take my time, whoops… Anyway, about the picturing’s theme: I couldn’t resist :p
~Seadragon~
Up on the cliffs, the ocean could be seen clearly, sparkling in deep tones of aqua, sea green, turquoise, azure, shimmer, gold where the sun reflected. But it scarcely reflected the girl standing on the edge of the cliffs, because she was wearing a tunic of pastel blue-green touched with silver, the same shade as the ocean. Her booties were also silver, as was the bracelet on her wrist, while her eyes were a deep blue and her hair was silky and black, framing a face that had a strange delicacy and strength. That bracelet, though – how odd it was, shaped like some slim dragonish creature that created the circle of the accessory.
The sun was rising higher, and as the girl stood looking out to sea, it came closer and closer to her line of sight. A little smile curved on her lips, but her gaze never wavered. She had come here for a reason, and she would not fail. A glance would reveal that she was not used to failure, and would never have to be. She was too lucky, but also too determined, for that.
Then the sun slid straight across her line of sight, and there was an instant’s burst of flame on the clifftop. When it cleared, the girl was gone. But something, iridescent in the sunlight, was flying on open wings down towards the sea. It reached it in a matter of seconds, and dived into it, swimming taking the place of flight. For a moment, it could be seen clearly, and in that moment one could see that it was a dragon, sea-green and sea-blue with silver wings and an effortless ease in the water. It was slim and lithe, and something silver gleamed for an instant on its leg as it turned over and disappeared into the sea.
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I love it! Thank you so much!
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@Seadragon, I’m glad you liked it:)
@everyone – if anyone still wants a picturing, I can do a few more! Just be aware that it could take a while…