Your CS Pet Pairs? :3 (NEW THREAD!)

[micah]

Hally [f] + Bleidd [m]

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in backround of the morgue
The unsespecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends

{I miss you- Blink-182}

Garrrgle, I love this pair. I must write a story about these two. <'3

[Neku]

Cupid[f] x Donner[m] x Vixen[f]


"Better Than Revenge" - Taylor Swift
The story starts when it was hot; and it was summer
And, I had it all; I had him right there where I wanted him.
She came along, got him along, and let's hear the applause;
She took him faster than you can say sabotage!

I never saw it coming, nor did I suspected it.
I underestimated just who I was dealing with.
She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum;
She underestimated just who she was stealing from!

She's not a saint, and she's not what you think;
She's an actress. Whoa~!
She's better known for the things that she does,
On the mattress. Whoa~!
Soon she's gonna find,
Stealing other people's toys on the playground,
Won't make you many friends.
She should keep in mind, she should keep in mind,
There is nothing I do better than revenge. Ha!


Oh dear, oh deer....
Drama on Santa's Sleigh team.

Cupid loved Donner, and Donner loved Cupid.

But dear oh dear,
There had yet to be a deer Vixen couldn't seduce.

She had Donner at her beck and call,
With a twitch of her little tail.

But dear oh dear....
There had yet to be a deer Cupid couldn't trample.



Plot heavily inspired, obviously, by Taylor Swift's song 'Better Then Revenge' ;3

[Tammanae]

Hally [f] + Bleidd [m]

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in backround of the morgue
The unsespecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends

{I miss you- Blink-182}

Garrrgle, I love this pair. I must write a story about these two. <'3

These two are an unusual but lovely pair. ^^

[Laughter]

Pet's name: Lillian
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Pet's name: Raven
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"never!" I schreeched at the pirate."my dear, your a wrench!" he walks over closer,"no, im not!" I snarl at him.He chuckles saying "my dear, your mother was ,so are you" he licks my cheek. I whip away from him angerly, why were they like this?. I stayed in my small room, the ship cellar."why momma why?" I ask myself rembering the day my mother sold her to the pirates.I lay down defeated and sad."I wont be a wench!" i promised myself sitting up . " Im my own wolf, not some pirate's wench.".I hear the cellar door open and I snarl ," leave! Im not a wench!" the cabin boy says in a shaky voice"l-l-l-lillian I was bringing you your-your-food." he sets the meat down and quickly retreats."serves him right" I mutter tearing into the meat hungerly..

should I continue? Im thinking about making a diary for her? should I continue? please tell me!

[TrulyBrilliant]

Connor & Abby


Primeval, anyone?

[Tussle]

The Taylor Swift trio is pure win<3


Birdshadow♂----------Birchleaf♀

and their son


Snowbounce♂

[Paper Moon]

Charlotte "Charlie" Ransom xxx Seneca Rose Wilson
[Lyrics from "All the Stars in Texas" by Ludo. ♥]

"I'll get that safe while you start the car, pretty thing.
Gimme a kiss and keep your foot on the gas, now. . ."

Charlie Ransom was damn good at her job, if she did say so herself.
This was at her most modest, mind. She was better than anyone alive at what she did hands down. This was hardly an exaggeration, either.
No one could rob a bank quite like the notorious 'Bandit Belle.'
But Charlie didn't believe in big egos bringing big success. She knew better than that. She'd been raised a modest girl, and modest she'd stayed even after her quick wit and charm had her rolling in the dough. Best to stick to your roots, she thought. Know your place even after you've surpassed where you started.
What was the secret to her success, you ask? If asked directly, Charlie wouldn't be likely to give you a straight answer. It's bad for business to reveal the tricks of the trade, after all. But if her talent could be pinned down succinctly into a single phrase, it'd most certainly be this:
The Bandit Belle had never been caught.
Moreover, Charlotte was pretty damn sure she never would be.
See, Charlie was meticulous. She never took a risk without planning it all out first. Some might say she'd perfected her trade into an art. She performed the heists as a woman, but lived her public life disguised [rather convincingly, she might add] as a man. Charlie Ransom was her go-to name; she'd chosen it the day she'd high-tailed it out of Texas, with wild dreams and big ambitions, dressed in a too-big threadbare suit she'd taken from her Daddy's closet. [He was dead, bless his soul, and Charlie was sure he wouldn't mind helping out his little girl this one last time.]
Things had certainly improved for her since then. Charlie had proven herself to be a master of the heist. She was thorough and precise, with a conscientious streak. She never shot a single soul. But Charlie didn't consider that her best feature.
The best was that no one ever saw her coming.
And that was just the way Charlie liked it.

♥ ♥ ♥

If Charlie had had her way, nothing would have ever come between her and her job.
After all, what could she possibly love more than the thrill of the theft or the heady afterglow of a heist well-pulled?
That was before Seneca Rose Wilson drifted into her life like a soft cloud scudding across the blue Kansas sky.
She got snagged on Charlie's heart, got tangled up in it really, and after a while Charlie didn't have the heart to cut her loose.
Charlie's daddy raised a good girl, after all.
And a good girl always does right by her beau, come hell or high water. . .

♥ ♥ ♥

"Your daddy was a crooked soul with his heavy hand and his bourbon cold. . ."

"Can I get you somethin' sir?" Seneca Rose had a warm voice, rich and thick like molasses.
"Sure thing, sweetheart," Charlie drawled back. Her fingers brushed the brim of her hat, tilting it back. "But first y'gotta tell me how you got that shiner. . ." She said lowly, green eyes fixed pointedly on the purplish-black discoloration blooming across Seneca's cheekbone where her makeup couldn't quite cover.
Seneca flushed, her eyes sparking hot with fear. "I don't know what you're talkin' about, sir." She replied in a shaky whisper.
"Don't gimme that, sweetheart. I've been watchin' you since I came in. Pretty fillies don't get skittish for no good reason."
Seneca looked sharply away. "Let me just go get you a cup of coffee. . ."
Charlie gently pinned Seneca's hand to the bar top.
"Please, sir, my Daddy--" Seneca's eyes darted toward a corner of the diner. Charlie's followed, picking up on the large man eyeing them with a wicked black stare. She looked back up at Seneca and sighed, slipping her hand underneath Seneca's and pressing a folded piece of paper into her palm. Charlie promptly pulled away, reaching into the pocket of her vest for a cigarette and watching the confusion register on Seneca's face.
The waitress hesitated, then discreetly slipped the paper into her apron pocket.
Charlie cupped her hand around her mouth to light her cigarette, using that moment when her lips were blocked from view to whisper, "No girl deserves to be treated like anythin' less than a princess by her daddy, y'hear me?"
Seneca held Charlie's gaze a moment longer, seeming to be considering voicing something on the tip of her tongue. . .
"There's no smoking in the diner, sir," she said instead, and turned away.

♥ ♥ ♥

The back door of the diner banged open and feet clomped down the wooden steps. Charlie listened to the footsteps draw closer to where she reclined against the hood of her car, hat pulled down low over her eyes.
"You're either out of your damn mind or just plain desperate," Seneca scoffed, taking a seat on the hood beside Charlie, arms folded defensively over her apron. "I don't know which is more pathetic, to be honest. If my daddy sees you. . ."
"I see you got my message," Charlie grinned, shifting her hat back so she could see.
Seneca sighed. "What exactly do you want from me, Mister Ransom? If you're lookin' to blackmail me, I oughta warn you I ain't got much money--"
"I don't want your money, sweetheart," Charlie cut her off sharply. "I just wanna talk."
"Fine." Seneca replied coolly. "Talk."
"Well first things first, Miss. You know my name. Now don't you think it's fair I get to know yours?"
"It's Seneca. Seneca Wilson."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Wilson." Charlie flashed her a charming smile, but Seneca seemed unfazed. "Now you seem like a smart girl, Miss Wilson," Charlie continued, "You don't wanna be stuck in this here dustbowl town for the rest of your life -- you wanna get out and see the world! Bet you've got a lot of dreams you'd like to be chasin', too."
"If you're done presumin' about me and my dreams, Mister Ransom," Seneca shot back primly and began to push herself off the car. "You don't know the first thing about me. We're done here."
"You've got secrets, Miss Wilson, and I respect that," Charlie replied. "I've got secrets, too. We're quite a bit alike, you and I."
"Everyone's got secrets, Mister Ransom."
"Not secrets like ours, they don't."
Seneca sighed. Her hand was already on the back door. All she had to do was pull the screen open and take that first step inside. . .
She flopped back down on the hood and raised an eyebrow expectantly. Charlie grinned.
"I'm a bank robber," she said, "but that ain't my biggest secret."
Seneca glanced behind her at the beat-up truck they lounged on and passed a critical eye over Charlie's frayed and dusty jeans. ". . . You've gotta be kiddin' me."
Charlie threw back her head and laughed. Seneca thought it sounded oddly. . .feminine.
"The difference between a bad criminal and a good one lies in gettin' caught or runnin' free. I never get caught." Charlie winked.
Seneca made a rude and decidedly un-ladylike sound. "The only criminal who's ever pulled that off is that lady thief they call the 'Bandit Belle'. . ."
Charlie smiled. "Oh, you've heard of me?"
Seneca squinted at her. "I don't appreciate being toyed with Mister Ransom."
"God's honest, Miss Wilson."
"Prove it."
Charlie obligingly began to unbutton her shirt. Seneca eyed her warily until she saw the clean white bandages wrapped tight around Charlie's chest. With those bandages on and her hair cropped short, Charlie really did seem for all the world like a real man. Seneca's mouth dropped open. On impulse she reached out to touch the bandages, but checked herself. Charlie gave a brief nod. Seneca's shaky fingers brushed the edge of the stiff linen bandage with a sort of awe, then yanked back abruptly.
"You're really her. . ." Seneca breathed.
"In the flesh," Charlie replied.
"What're you doing in Kansas? You're not going to rob the diner, are you? I told you we ain't got much money--"
"It's nothing like that, sweetheart." Charlie interrupted, voice soft. "I just can't stand seein' a pretty girl in trouble. Call it 'White Knight Syndrome' if you like." She chuckled sheepishly.
"I don't see how you can possibly help me Miss--"
"Mister," Charlie corrected her gently. "I'm trustin' you not to blow my cover now, Miss Wilson, because I can help you. Now what do you suppose your daddy might do if a lovestruck cowboy showed up on his front porch fixing to marry his daughter?"
"He'd prob'ly laugh," Seneca replied bitterly.
"You're forgettin' I've got money, sweetheart. I'll bet your daddy's every bit as greedy as those sorry SOBs I steal from, isn't he?"
"For once, Mister Ransom, you'd be right." Seneca said slowly. "But after you 'marry' me, what'll you do? Surely you aren't goin' to settle down here in Kansas?"
Charlie shook her head and grinned a little wider. "Nope. I'm fixin' to head west for Arizona, maybe even Nevada next. Lot of money to be made in Nevada, and not all of it illegal, neither."
"But that just leaves me back where I started." Seneca shook her head with a frown.
"Not if I take you with me."
"Beg pardon?"
"I could use a partner out there. . .someone to help plan the heists, maybe even drive the getaway car. . ."
"Y'mean all 'Bonnie and Clyde'-like?" A slow smile was creeping over Seneca's lips.
Charlie's answering grin was all the reply she needed. She pushed herself off the car and turned to face Charlie, sticking out her hand.
"Mister Ransom, you just negotiated yourself a bride."
Seneca thought Charlie's laughter just might be the most beautiful sound she'd ever heard.
And Charlie knew she was already in it deep just watching Seneca's eyes light up brighter than the Fourth of July.

♥ ♥ ♥

"You hopped in -- you were the prettiest thing I ever stole. . ."

The criminal life was dangerous, stupid, and highly rewarding.
But then again:

So is falling in love.

"I want to take you home and start a family,
But all the stars in Texas ain't got nothin' on your eyes when you say, 'Let's hit 'em one more time!' "

[Alina_Mau]

Charlotte "Charlie" Ransom xxx Seneca Rose Wilson
[Lyrics from "All the Stars in Texas" by Ludo. ♥]

"I'll get that safe while you start the car, pretty thing.
Gimme a kiss and keep your foot on the gas, now. . ."

Charlie Ransom was damn good at her job, if she did say so herself.
This was at her most modest, mind. She was better than anyone alive at what she did hands down. This was hardly an exaggeration, either.
No one could rob a bank quite like the notorious 'Bandit Belle.'
But Charlie didn't believe in big egos bringing big success. She knew better than that. She'd been raised a modest girl, and modest she'd stayed even after her quick wit and charm had her rolling in the dough. Best to stick to your roots, she thought. Know your place even after you've surpassed where you started.
What was the secret to her success, you ask? If asked directly, Charlie wouldn't be likely to give you a straight answer. It's bad for business to reveal the tricks of the trade, after all. But if her talent could be pinned down succinctly into a single phrase, it'd most certainly be this:
The Bandit Belle had never been caught.
Moreover, Charlotte was pretty damn sure she never would be.
See, Charlie was meticulous. She never took a risk without planning it all out first. Some might say she'd perfected her trade into an art. She performed the heists as a woman, but lived her public life disguised [rather convincingly, she might add] as a man. Charlie Ransom was her go-to name; she'd chosen it the day she'd high-tailed it out of Texas, with wild dreams and big ambitions, dressed in a too-big threadbare suit she'd taken from her Daddy's closet. [He was dead, bless his soul, and Charlie was sure he wouldn't mind helping out his little girl this one last time.]
Things had certainly improved for her since then. Charlie had proven herself to be a master of the heist. She was thorough and precise, with a conscientious streak. She never shot a single soul. But Charlie didn't consider that her best feature.
The best was that no one ever saw her coming.
And that was just the way Charlie liked it.

♥ ♥ ♥

If Charlie had had her way, nothing would have ever come between her and her job.
After all, what could she possibly love more than the thrill of the theft or the heady afterglow of a heist well-pulled?
That was before Seneca Rose Wilson drifted into her life like a soft cloud scudding across the blue Kansas sky.
She got snagged on Charlie's heart, got tangled up in it really, and after a while Charlie didn't have the heart to cut her loose.
Charlie's daddy raised a good girl, after all.
And a good girl always does right by her beau, come hell or high water. . .

♥ ♥ ♥

"Your daddy was a crooked soul with his heavy hand and his bourbon cold. . ."

"Can I get you somethin' sir?" Seneca Rose had a warm voice, rich and thick like molasses.
"Sure thing, sweetheart," Charlie drawled back. Her fingers brushed the brim of her hat, tilting it back. "But first y'gotta tell me how you got that shiner. . ." She said lowly, green eyes fixed pointedly on the purplish-black discoloration blooming across Seneca's cheekbone where her makeup couldn't quite cover.
Seneca flushed, her eyes sparking hot with fear. "I don't know what you're talkin' about, sir." She replied in a shaky whisper.
"Don't gimme that, sweetheart. I've been watchin' you since I came in. Pretty fillies don't get skittish for no good reason."
Seneca looked sharply away. "Let me just go get you a cup of coffee. . ."
Charlie gently pinned Seneca's hand to the bar top.
"Please, sir, my Daddy--" Seneca's eyes darted toward a corner of the diner. Charlie's followed, picking up on the large man eyeing them with a wicked black stare. She looked back up at Seneca and sighed, slipping her hand underneath Seneca's and pressing a folded piece of paper into her palm. Charlie promptly pulled away, reaching into the pocket of her vest for a cigarette and watching the confusion register on Seneca's face.
The waitress hesitated, then discreetly slipped the paper into her apron pocket.
Charlie cupped her hand around her mouth to light her cigarette, using that moment when her lips were blocked from view to whisper, "No girl deserves to be treated like anythin' less than a princess by her daddy, y'hear me?"
Seneca held Charlie's gaze a moment longer, seeming to be considering voicing something on the tip of her tongue. . .
"There's no smoking in the diner, sir," she said instead, and turned away.

♥ ♥ ♥

The back door of the diner banged open and feet clomped down the wooden steps. Charlie listened to the footsteps draw closer to where she reclined against the hood of her car, hat pulled down low over her eyes.
"You're either out of your damn mind or just plain desperate," Seneca scoffed, taking a seat on the hood beside Charlie, arms folded defensively over her apron. "I don't know which is more pathetic, to be honest. If my daddy sees you. . ."
"I see you got my message," Charlie grinned, shifting her hat back so she could see.
Seneca sighed. "What exactly do you want from me, Mister Ransom? If you're lookin' to blackmail me, I oughta warn you I ain't got much money--"
"I don't want your money, sweetheart," Charlie cut her off sharply. "I just wanna talk."
"Fine." Seneca replied coolly. "Talk."
"Well first things first, Miss. You know my name. Now don't you think it's fair I get to know yours?"
"It's Seneca. Seneca Wilson."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Wilson." Charlie flashed her a charming smile, but Seneca seemed unfazed. "Now you seem like a smart girl, Miss Wilson," Charlie continued, "You don't wanna be stuck in this here dustbowl town for the rest of your life -- you wanna get out and see the world! Bet you've got a lot of dreams you'd like to be chasin', too."
"If you're done presumin' about me and my dreams, Mister Ransom," Seneca shot back primly and began to push herself off the car. "You don't know the first thing about me. We're done here."
"You've got secrets, Miss Wilson, and I respect that," Charlie replied. "I've got secrets, too. We're quite a bit alike, you and I."
"Everyone's got secrets, Mister Ransom."
"Not secrets like ours, they don't."
Seneca sighed. Her hand was already on the back door. All she had to do was pull the screen open and take that first step inside. . .
She flopped back down on the hood and raised an eyebrow expectantly. Charlie grinned.
"I'm a bank robber," she said, "but that ain't my biggest secret."
Seneca glanced behind her at the beat-up truck they lounged on and passed a critical eye over Charlie's frayed and dusty jeans. ". . . You've gotta be kiddin' me."
Charlie threw back her head and laughed. Seneca thought it sounded oddly. . .feminine.
"The difference between a bad criminal and a good one lies in gettin' caught or runnin' free. I never get caught." Charlie winked.
Seneca made a rude and decidedly un-ladylike sound. "The only criminal who's ever pulled that off is that lady thief they call the 'Bandit Belle'. . ."
Charlie smiled. "Oh, you've heard of me?"
Seneca squinted at her. "I don't appreciate being toyed with Mister Ransom."
"God's honest, Miss Wilson."
"Prove it."
Charlie obligingly began to unbutton her shirt. Seneca eyed her warily until she saw the clean white bandages wrapped tight around Charlie's chest. With those bandages on and her hair cropped short, Charlie really did seem for all the world like a real man. Seneca's mouth dropped open. On impulse she reached out to touch the bandages, but checked herself. Charlie gave a brief nod. Seneca's shaky fingers brushed the edge of the stiff linen bandage with a sort of awe, then yanked back abruptly.
"You're really her. . ." Seneca breathed.
"In the flesh," Charlie replied.
"What're you doing in Kansas? You're not going to rob the diner, are you? I told you we ain't got much money--"
"It's nothing like that, sweetheart." Charlie interrupted, voice soft. "I just can't stand seein' a pretty girl in trouble. Call it 'White Knight Syndrome' if you like." She chuckled sheepishly.
"I don't see how you can possibly help me Miss--"
"Mister," Charlie corrected her gently. "I'm trustin' you not to blow my cover now, Miss Wilson, because I can help you. Now what do you suppose your daddy might do if a lovestruck cowboy showed up on his front porch fixing to marry his daughter?"
"He'd prob'ly laugh," Seneca replied bitterly.
"You're forgettin' I've got money, sweetheart. I'll bet your daddy's every bit as greedy as those sorry SOBs I steal from, isn't he?"
"For once, Mister Ransom, you'd be right." Seneca said slowly. "But after you 'marry' me, what'll you do? Surely you aren't goin' to settle down here in Kansas?"
Charlie shook her head and grinned a little wider. "Nope. I'm fixin' to head west for Arizona, maybe even Nevada next. Lot of money to be made in Nevada, and not all of it illegal, neither."
"But that just leaves me back where I started." Seneca shook her head with a frown.
"Not if I take you with me."
"Beg pardon?"
"I could use a partner out there. . .someone to help plan the heists, maybe even drive the getaway car. . ."
"Y'mean all 'Bonnie and Clyde'-like?" A slow smile was creeping over Seneca's lips.
Charlie's answering grin was all the reply she needed. She pushed herself off the car and turned to face Charlie, sticking out her hand.
"Mister Ransom, you just negotiated yourself a bride."
Seneca thought Charlie's laughter just might be the most beautiful sound she'd ever heard.
And Charlie knew she was already in it deep just watching Seneca's eyes light up brighter than the Fourth of July.

♥ ♥ ♥

"You hopped in -- you were the prettiest thing I ever stole. . ."

The criminal life was dangerous, stupid, and highly rewarding.
But then again:

So is falling in love.

"I want to take you home and start a family,
But all the stars in Texas ain't got nothin' on your eyes when you say, 'Let's hit 'em one more time!' "

OMG im in LOVE with this its so freakin cute!!! X3 ♥

[.a m a r y l l i s.]

Connor & Abby


Primeval, anyone?

Yess!! 8D

I seem to have missed all these awesome stories... I shall backtrack immediately! I sure don't wanna miss out on this stuff...

[Tammanae]

Charlotte "Charlie" Ransom xxx Seneca Rose Wilson

Love the couple, love the story. Kept me reading right to end.