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Written Picturings!!
Written Picturings!!
You know the drill, folks! Post your name and pronouns and I'll write a little scene of how I imagine you. I'll do group picturings with AEs and CAPTCHAs and whatnot as well. If you want a certain genre/physical attribute/setting/anything specific at all just tell me and I'll be sure to include it!
submitted by Silver Crystal, age Infinity, Milky Way
(July 13, 2023 - 1:19 pm)
(July 13, 2023 - 1:19 pm)
Moon Wolf, I know you requested before Cloud Bunny, but for some reason yours is proving to be pretty hard to write and theirs was surprisingly easy, so I'm just going to put this here while I work on yours. Apologies!
Cloud Bunny, here's yours! Hope you like it, lmk if you want anything changed~
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It’s sunny out today; the rays of light wash over the landscape, making everything seem brighter. Fluffy clouds reminiscent of cotton candy are pulled along the cerulean sky by the gentle breeze that sweeps through periodically. Under the enormous and blue sky is a meadow, which stretches out until it collides with the horizon. The grass is knee-high and a light shade of green. It sways in time with the clouds. Peppered throughout the meadow are flowers, wild ones with no rhyme or reason, bright and pastel colors, large and small. They converse with one another, dancing in the wind, stray petals escaping into the air. Sitting in the middle of it all is a curious figure. They have short, wavy blonde hair that glows like gold under the sun. It seems like the setting to wear some sort of hat, but instead they just have a blue cloth bandana wrapped like a headband, framing their face. They have amber eyes and brown skin that contrasts starkly with their hair. A simple dark green t-shirt and shorts is all that they are wearing, seemingly going barefoot. There is a single yellow wildflower tucked behind one ear. They are staring intently at something on their lap. It is a small, fluffy white rabbit, the kind with ruby eyes and huge ears. Instead of looking afraid of the person, the bunny instead looks happy, content with sitting here with them. The person laughs, and the sound carries out over the meadow and up to the sky.
(July 19, 2023 - 9:53 pm)
Thank you so much! It's perfect!!!
(July 20, 2023 - 11:57 am)
May I have one?
Pronouns:he/him
(July 14, 2023 - 8:44 am)
Cool! Add me in.
Zealatom, He/Him.
(July 14, 2023 - 9:28 am)
Can I have one too, please? I use she/her pronouns. Thanks!
(July 14, 2023 - 10:53 am)
Could I get one? My pronouns are they/them.
(July 16, 2023 - 12:40 pm)
Could I have one too please? She/her. And I can wait however long as you need!
(July 19, 2023 - 9:03 pm)
And sry to add to the long line of ppl (7, wow.)! Again, you can take however long as you need, be it a year or not! Thank you! Your descriptions are beautiful!
(July 19, 2023 - 9:06 pm)
Forgot to attatch the actual picturing, whoops!
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It’s nighttime, and the moon is stuck in that strange in-between stage, not quite half full but also not yet a crescent. Stars dot the sky like paint splatter, bright and glaring against the sky. Crickets conduct their symphony grandly into the darkness. The terrain is flat and relatively empty, broken up by the occasional boulder or short, twisted tree. It looks something like an oil painting of dark blues and purples, everything blending together and standing perfectly still. Except for one spot, barely discernible in the shadows. A figure, perched on a high and flat rock that is sitting criss-cross applesauce with her head tipped up to the sky. It’s hard to see, but she is wearing heavy fur boots and leggings, as well as a leather vest and gloves. Her hair is long and dark, falling in a waterfall down her back, shining in the starlight. Her eyes are bright reflective pinpoints in the darkness. Under the watchful eye of the moon, the figure stands up, stretching. If you look closely, you can see she is smiling widely as she scampers down the side of the rock and disappears down to shadows.
(July 26, 2023 - 10:14 am)
Wow!!! Absolutely AMAZING!!!
(July 26, 2023 - 11:17 am)
Reuby Moonnight, she/her.
(July 26, 2023 - 12:56 pm)
Here's yours! When I read your name, I think of two things: gold and piano music, so I tried to tie them together in some way. I know these are coming out super slow, but I just got power back after three days of a blackout, so I'm going to blame my procrastination on that. Lmk if you want anything changed~
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There is music floating through the air, but it’s hard to tell where it’s coming from. Perhaps you’ll find it through the gardens, with its explosion of blue-purple hydrangeas and patchwork of pastel tulips, air buzzing with the sound of honey bees. Go down the worn, dirt packed pathway lined with painted stones, to the base of the massive granite staircase. Up the stairs, one hand on the gilded gold railing, to the massive oak double doors engraved with intricate patterns. Through the doors, a massive room wrought from every polished metallic hue and clean, sharp lines of marble. Stained glass windows refracting sunlight from golden to an amalgamation of colors cast onto the floor. On the raised pedestal in the middle of the room, under a chandelier of crystal, there is a large grand piano. It’s shiny, black, catching the light and holding it like stars in the night sky. The music you heard before is louder, swelling and filling the room all the way up to the high ceiling. There is a figure seated at the piano, fingers dancing across the keys, foot tapping the pedal. He is young, with dark hair dyed light at the ends, and hazel eyes. His outfit is somewhat formal: white button up and black dress pants. The crystal-tinted light catches on his gold teardrop shaped earrings. He plays like it’s second nature to him, no sheet music in sight; the sound cascades through the air like a waterfall. The final note is played, fading into the air until there is nothing but silence.
(August 1, 2023 - 1:16 pm)