@Icy, I've watched Matilda, but have you read the BOOK? It's WAY better.

Sorry, I'm a book geek. 

Savvy, here's an anime picturing of you!

Lemon Banana

The crowd reverberated with the sound of excited cheers. Suddenly, the stage went dark. A hush fell over the frantic audience. Then, as a lone figure slowly appeared onstage, someone screamed. Soon the stadium erupted with noise again as Lemon Banana came into full view. She was wearing a creamy yellow jacket with pale blue leggings, and her hair was done up in a wild high ponytail with bright pink streaks.

The vibrating announcer gave a cry of “Everybody give it up for your favorite popstar… LEMON BANANA!” With that, Lemon Banana began to perform. What people liked most about this singer was that she was… different. Unlike the other classic celebrities, Lemon’s performances had spirit in them. Spirit, excitement, and magic. As Lemon hit a high note, a shower of sparks rained from her fingertips into the air, and an crackling shape seemingly made out of energy soared up in the shape of a dragon. The crowd went wild all throughout the show.

When she was finished, one particularly lucky fan shot to the backstage door. She had received a special ticket allowing her to meet Lemon Banana in person. She crept up to her idol’s door and slowly pushed it open.

But she was not expecting what she saw inside.

Lemon Banana was sitting at her desk, fixing her hair that had gotten askew while singing. Makeup was scattered on the desk beside her, cracked open and being reapplied. It looked like every other popstar’s room, right?

Well, except for the dark violet dragon curled up on the floor next to her.

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I have no idea what part about “Lemon Banana” reminded me of a popstar. I hope you like, regardless.

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Leeli

Shadows slid across the rabbit’s back as it hopped lazily across the clovers, its powerful legs barely working to their full extent. Stopping to nibble on a brilliant green leaf, the bunny didn’t notice the dark red shape sliding up behind it. Hidden in the shadows, the rabbit didn’t see its stalker until too late.

Or rather, vice versa.

The fox gave a snarl as it leaped for the brown-and-white speckled rabbit. But before the fox could even sink its sharp teeth into the little mammal, the bunny spun around and delivered a shattering roundhouse kick to the fox’s jaw. Yelping, the fox fell backwards, bewildered. Seconds later, the fox was knocked away as the rabbit smashed it in the face once more with a perfectly aimed side kick. The fox shook its throbbing head and scrambled up. It was utterly confused. No rabbit had ever acted like this before. Usually, they just squealed and tried to hop away.

But as the fox looked into the clear blue eyes of the rabbit, it saw a strength so powerful it skittered away, frightened. Satisfied, the rabbit dropped down from its Tiger Stance and bounced away through the meadow, looking just as innocent as it had been before the fox attacked.  

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I have no idea where ‘karate bunny’ came from ‘Leeli’.

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Savvy

In the depths of a warehouse, an ancient treasure slept. None have ever dared disturb this creation, for it is far too powerful for any man or beast to control. But still, some brave souls travel into the darkness to search out its immeasurable wisdom. With these words running through his mind, Jax Pemberton slipped into the old abandoned warehouse. He had slung his pack over his shoulder, and now it bumped against his back as he silently crept through the still, broken-down building.

But after several hours of searching, Jax had to admit to himself he had no idea where to go. He was completely and utterly lost. Flopping down in defeat, he leaned against a wall. Suddenly, with a jolt, the wall slid back and revealed a hidden cavern. Jax’s heart leapt with joy. Scrambling to his feet, he dashed in, forgetting his pack entirely. A rusty, low breathing was echoing from the back of the room.

Slowly, Jax approached it. Flicking on his flashlight, he let the dim beam travel over the slumbering shape. As he saw it, he barely managed to hold back his gasp. It was a dragon, formed entirely from metal. Its ears and wings were sharp blades of metal, hanging loose as it slept. Each one looked sharp enough to cut through diamond. As it opened it mouth slightly, Jax could see shining silver fangs, long and powerful. Gears jerkily turned at its elbows and knees, and as its tail twitched in sleep, he could see a flat, thin sword shape, presumably used in that way. Jax tried to back away, afraid of the waking of this being, but it was too late. The dragon blinked open its electric blue eyes and focused them exactly on Jax, who froze in terror.

“I,” it said in a metallic, hollow voice, staring directly into Jax’s eyes. “Am Savvy. Why have you woken me? Is it finally time?”

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Giant metal dragons

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The Riddler

The townspeople whispered to each other as the mysterious caravan rolled into their town. Drawn by two midnight-black horses with pale white stars on their foreheads, the caravan was covered in mysterious, colorful swirls and sparkling animal-like designs. Suddenly, it stopped with a bump in the town square. The people clustered around it, but jumped back as the door flew open. Mist poured out, cooling the hot summer air. As it cleared, the people could see a lone figure standing there. A ruby-red boot kicked out, and the person emerged from the caravan.

A cocky grin on their, the person had curly brown hair that hung down to her neck, and a thick lock of hair from the top of her head. She had a blue-and-pink top hat balanced at an angle on the side of her head. Cherry earrings hung from her ears, and her eyes were a rich cocoa brown.

Strolling into the town square, she adjusted her white jacket and burst out with speech, scaring a couple of townspeople back. “Welcome!” she blared. “To the Caravan of Shadows! I… am your host, the Riddler.” She was tall and thin, with pointed ears. As the astonished audience watched, she performed a series of tricks, each one more amazing than the last. As she spread wings seemingly formed from orange, pulsing, warm energy and fluttered into the air, a brave little boy suddenly spoke out.

“Escuse me,” he said. “Awe you doing weal magic?” The Riddler danced over to him, her step light and elegant. She peered directly into his innocent blue eyes as his mother gasped. Then she knelt down on one knee and pulled him close.

Raising her hand, she opened it and unveiled a warm, pulsing ball of light. He touched it, his eyes glowing. “Yes,” she whispered in his ear. “Yes.”

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The boy’s name was Dave. Also, credits to Owlgirl and making this Riddler’s outfit.

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Jack-a-Nat

“Here you are, darlin’ dumpsy!” cooed Aya’s mother, planting a finely wrapped box in her daughter’s hands. Aya rolled her eyes and accepted the box, her straightly combed blonde hair bouncing. Lashing away at the glossy red paper, she tore it apart, uncovering a box. The box was delicately painted in purple and green paint, with a blue star on the lid.

Aya curled her lip. She knew what this was, but just to please her mother, she seized the crank and wound it up. A tinkling tune played, and finally a little doll popped out at the end of the song. It had long, wavy brown hair, and brown eyes to match. A spattering of freckles went across its nose, and a cheery grin was painted on for its mouth. A little peace-sign necklace hung around it’s neck, and it wore a turquoise jacket. Aya frowned. She was sure that jack-in-the-box’s always wore silly outfits, like jesters. But this one seemed more real than anything, like it was… real. But as she looked, she realized the jacket was fabric, the necklace was plastic, the hair was finely spun yarn, and all the features were painted on. Scoffing, Aya tossed the jack-in-the-box aside and moved on to her other forty-six presents.

Later that night, Aya was lying in bed, snuggling up to her new plush tiger, handmade from a very expensive Swedish toymaker. Suddenly, her ears picked up a rustling from the corner of her room. It might have just been her new robotic dog turning on, but all the same, it made chills run up her back. Throwing off her quilted covers, she crept to the corner of her room. It was so dark, she could barely see a thing, but she could hear, as clear as day, an eerie tune playing in the darkness.

Round and round the mulberry bush…

Aya gasped, knowing exactly where the tune came from.

The monkey chased the weasel…

But it can’t be! She thought.

The monkey thought it was all in good fun…

Pop! Goes the weasel.

A little figure jumped out of the box. “Hiya!” she said, her painted brown eyes twinkling. “My name is Jack-a-Nat! You’re Aya, right! Nice to meetcha!”

Aya screamed.

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Jack-a-Nat? Jack-in-the-box? Eh? It’s Jack-a-Nat’s design for herself, too.

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I hope everyone I did enjoyed them! It took awhile, but it was fun. Vixtion says "mxer". Mixer? Are you making cakes like Cho?

We officialy have more comments than the Some Pictures I thread!!!!!!

YAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D 

@Mei, I would greatly appreciate it if you wouldn't advertise on the Some Pictures I thread. I understand that you guys want to make this the LTE (an admirable mission), but please don't bribe, advertise, etc. It's kind of disrespectful to the other threads.

Also, you must realize that a fair amount of your 1000+ posts are. . . spam, for lack of a better word, and while I am not trying to be rude, I personally dislike that sort of thing. (Even tops annoy me at times.) 

You guys are doing some INCREDIBLE picturings though—If you don't mind, I'd like one (the fantasy kind, not the avatar creator). I might do some later, I love writing that sort of thing.

Thanks! I never quite pictured myself as a metallic dragon... But that was really cool. Also thanks to whoever made the avatar of me, it's actually really accurate! Now I'm going to go look up what a fantasy picturing is so I can make them. I think I pretty much know now, though. Almost the longest thread, guys, keep it going!

Darth Kitty