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

[Lil'Tiger]

Great pairings everyone!
Just to let you all know when the time comes, I'll be making the new thread.
Here's a new pairing:

[lorreli.]

you'll give me butterflies,
and sweep me off my feet.
i'll give you my everything,
i'll make your heart skip a beat.

(I thought these two just looked lovely together)

[micah]

@Aquamarine: Goodness, why thank you<3 Running out of words? -is tickled pink-
@e r y h n: Gigglegiggle, thank you thank you |3
@l o r r e l i: They do look good together~
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o3o

Ohhh, to pieces I love you
I love you to pieces
Pieces, pieces I love you to
I love you to pieces!

Pieces, I love you to pieces
I love you
Pieces, pieces, now you're in pieces!
I love you, I love you, I love you to
I love you to...

Oh, it simply
Loves-
Loves-
Loves you to pieces!

To pieces I love you I love you to pieces i love you toi loveyoutopiecesiloveyoutopieces
t o p i e c e s i l o v e y o u

Oops, I loved you to pieces
Literally to pieces...
Pieces here, pieces there
Oh, I loved you to
I loved you to
p i e c e s

[Shattered Darknesss]

Pet's name: Bartimaeus........................Pet's name: Kalik

BartimaeusXKalik

Okay so these are the pets that I see represent Bartimaes and Kalik the best. ^^ Kalik is my OC for the Bartimaeus trilogy and well Barty does fall for her. XD


Pet's name: Moon's Light.............................Pet's name: Sky's Water

MoonXSky

[coco-kitten]

Pet's name: Shadow Hunter

Pet's name: Royal Rose

Shadow Hunter-♂
Royal Rose-♀

Chapter One

Her heart was pure,
her soul was gold.
A perfect being,
loved by all.

His heart was dark,
his soul was black.
A concealed being,
forced to attack.

And although one was loved and adored, the other hated and ignored, their fates intertwined would lead to a borth of a legend.

[average]

blackbeard............the queen anne's revenge

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Cheers echoed across the ship's rigging, sailors throwing their hats up in joy, the light of the torches throwing shadows across their faces. A door opened, the creaking silencing the pirates. A tall man with a worn and weathered face, and a dark grey beard with singed ends stepped slowly out, his cold green eyes surveying the sailors. He took a slow drink from a bottle encrusted with salt and dust, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, a melancholy smile twisting across his face. He took a few steps closer to the rail so they could see him clearly. An eerie silence spread across the ship, and the only sounds were the rigging creaking, and the ocean sloshing against the sides of the ship. The man with green eyes opened his mouth, and spoke. "Gentlemen." He shook his head scoldingly, and took another drink from the bottle, this time throwing it to the ground, the glass scattering across the floorboards of the ship. He put his hands on the guardrail, which was decorated with bones and skulls, some of which still had bits of rotting flesh. "I be placed in a bewilderment-" He raised one hand to point to his cabin. "There I were, at rest... and upon a sudden, I hear an ungodly rowl on deck." He placed his other hand on te hilt of a large sword, with faded drops of blood decorating the handle. The rigging began to stir behind the sailors, and they sat there, unknowing- like cows waiting to be milked. "...sailors abandoned their posts, without orders from me." His fingers creeped up and down the hilt of the sword, and the rigging began to untangle itself, snaking it's was towards the sailors, ever. So. Slowly.

"Men before the mast, taking the ship for themselves. And what would that be called, first mate?" A woman with long dark hair gripped the side of the ship, watching the rigging. "Mutiny, captain." The woman said softly, her voice telling of a tinge of fear. The man put his hand to his ear. "Again?" The woman gripped the side hairder. "Mutiny!" The man lowered his hand, nodding slowlu. "Ah, yes. Mutiny." He let his fingers slide across the hilt of his sword, and the the ship groaned with anticipation as the ropes made their way across the deck. The man became impatient, and grabbed the handle of the sword, his eyebrows knitting together. "And what fate befalls mutineers, now we all know the answer to that..." There was a split second of silence, before he drew the sword into the air, and the ship attacked. "Mutineers Hang!" The ship lurched, and the sails fells. Men screamed in fear, doing their best to outrun the ropes, but they could not outrun their own ship. It was chaos- running, screaming, crying, until all were hanging in the rigging but the captain and first mate. The captain smiled, and rested the sword on his shoulder, as if he enjoyed it.

And you know what?

He did.

Love this - I just saw the movie last night, so it was interesting to see a familiar scene in written words. I think it was a pretty cool idea to show them as a pair, and the pets match everything so well. Overall, very well done! ^^

Yes - it's perfectly described. <3

[Poison Reaper]

Round a.n.d Round
T~he weels Go
Round a.n.d Round
T~he weels Go

Hold on T.i.g.h.t
And don't L.e.t Go~

[faraday]

blackbeard............the queen anne's revenge

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Cheers echoed across the ship's rigging, sailors throwing their hats up in joy, the light of the torches throwing shadows across their faces. A door opened, the creaking silencing the pirates. A tall man with a worn and weathered face, and a dark grey beard with singed ends stepped slowly out, his cold green eyes surveying the sailors. He took a slow drink from a bottle encrusted with salt and dust, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, a melancholy smile twisting across his face. He took a few steps closer to the rail so they could see him clearly. An eerie silence spread across the ship, and the only sounds were the rigging creaking, and the ocean sloshing against the sides of the ship. The man with green eyes opened his mouth, and spoke. "Gentlemen." He shook his head scoldingly, and took another drink from the bottle, this time throwing it to the ground, the glass scattering across the floorboards of the ship. He put his hands on the guardrail, which was decorated with bones and skulls, some of which still had bits of rotting flesh. "I be placed in a bewilderment-" He raised one hand to point to his cabin. "There I were, at rest... and upon a sudden, I hear an ungodly rowl on deck." He placed his other hand on te hilt of a large sword, with faded drops of blood decorating the handle. The rigging began to stir behind the sailors, and they sat there, unknowing- like cows waiting to be milked. "...sailors abandoned their posts, without orders from me." His fingers creeped up and down the hilt of the sword, and the rigging began to untangle itself, snaking it's was towards the sailors, ever. So. Slowly.

"Men before the mast, taking the ship for themselves. And what would that be called, first mate?" A woman with long dark hair gripped the side of the ship, watching the rigging. "Mutiny, captain." The woman said softly, her voice telling of a tinge of fear. The man put his hand to his ear. "Again?" The woman gripped the side hairder. "Mutiny!" The man lowered his hand, nodding slowlu. "Ah, yes. Mutiny." He let his fingers slide across the hilt of his sword, and the the ship groaned with anticipation as the ropes made their way across the deck. The man became impatient, and grabbed the handle of the sword, his eyebrows knitting together. "And what fate befalls mutineers, now we all know the answer to that..." There was a split second of silence, before he drew the sword into the air, and the ship attacked. "Mutineers Hang!" The ship lurched, and the sails fells. Men screamed in fear, doing their best to outrun the ropes, but they could not outrun their own ship. It was chaos- running, screaming, crying, until all were hanging in the rigging but the captain and first mate. The captain smiled, and rested the sword on his shoulder, as if he enjoyed it.

And you know what?

He did.

Love this - I just saw the movie last night, so it was interesting to see a familiar scene in written words. I think it was a pretty cool idea to show them as a pair, and the pets match everything so well. Overall, very well done! ^^

Yes - it's perfectly described. <3

Thank you~ </3

[aquamarine]

@Giggle: I likeeeeyyyyy! some many p i e c e s to the puzzle teeheeeeee :3

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OKAY, I tried really really really really really hard to write a story that wasn't sad or depressing or heart-breaking. It didn't turn out very well. Happiness just isn't my specialty, LOL <3

{{ P.roud Papa }}



"Griffen Brooks. University of California, Los Angeles. Pre-law and soccer scholarship."

As he watched his nephew walk up to the the principal, shake her hand and accept his high school diploma, Steven couldn't have felt more proud. Here was Griffen, the squealing little three year-old who always came home dirty, all grown-up and quite the young man. Happy tears leaked from his eyes and he beamed and clapped as hard as he could. He caught Griffen's eye as his nephew gave him a wink and his trade-mark mischievous grin.

As he watched Griffen leap offstage, diploma in hand, and high-five all his buddies, Steven looked up into the sky and whispered, "I hope you're watching, Mikey."

16 years ago when Griffen had been only two years old, his parents had gotten killed in a terrible car accident. His father, Steven's brother, had written in his will that if anything ever happened to Mikey and his wife, it was Steven who would become Griffen's care-taker. He had loved the boy as his own and given up his dream of becoming a pediatric doctor to raise his brother's son. There had been no regrets, not since day one.

"Hey, man."

Steven whirled around, at the sound of Griffen's voice. It had grown deep over the years.

"Griffen! I'm so proud of you. I know you're father would be, too." Steven said, choking a bit on the last words.

Griffen smiled. "Thank you, Uncle Steve. You've given me so much and I know my dad would be proud of you, too." Steven beamed at his nephew's words, greatly touched.

"Griff! Come on, dude, time to hit the post-grad parties!"

"Ahh, I think you're being paged." he said dryly, then cocked his head to the direction of Griffen's waiting friends. "Go on, have fun."

"Thanks, Steve-O. I'll let you know where I am." Griffen shook his uncle's hand, then gave him a hug. With one last fleeting smile, his turned and waved to his pals. "Lettttt'ssssss goooo!"

Steven knew he looked stupid standing there alone, grinning from ear-to-ear. But his heart was warm and as he stood there watching Griffen, he shook his head.

Nope. Not a single regret.

[Miss Captain Sexy]

@Giggle: I likeeeeyyyyy! some many p i e c e s to the puzzle teeheeeeee :3

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OKAY, I tried really really really really really hard to write a story that wasn't sad or depressing or heart-breaking. It didn't turn out very well. Happiness just isn't my specialty, LOL <3

{{ P.roud Papa }}



"Griffen Brooks. University of California, Los Angeles. Pre-law and soccer scholarship."

As he watched his nephew walk up to the the principal, shake her hand and accept his high school diploma, Steven couldn't have felt more proud. Here was Griffen, the squealing little three year-old who always came home dirty, all grown-up and quite the young man. Happy tears leaked from his eyes and he beamed and clapped as hard as he could. He caught Griffen's eye as his nephew gave him a wink and his trade-mark mischievous grin.

As he watched Griffen leap offstage, diploma in hand, and high-five all his buddies, Steven looked up into the sky and whispered, "I hope you're watching, Mikey."

16 years ago when Griffen had been only two years old, his parents had gotten killed in a terrible car accident. His father, Steven's brother, had written in his will that if anything ever happened to Mikey and his wife, it was Steven who would become Griffen's care-taker. He had loved the boy as his own and given up his dream of becoming a pediatric doctor to raise his brother's son. There had been no regrets, not since day one.

"Hey, man."

Steven whirled around, at the sound of Griffen's voice. It had grown deep over the years.

"Griffen! I'm so proud of you. I know you're father would be, too." Steven said, choking a bit on the last words.

Griffen smiled. "Thank you, Uncle Steve. You've given me so much and I know my dad would be proud of you, too." Steven beamed at his nephew's words, greatly touched.

"Griff! Come on, dude, time to hit the post-grad parties!"

"Ahh, I think you're being paged." he said dryly, then cocked his head to the direction of Griffen's waiting friends. "Go on, have fun."

"Thanks, Steve-O. I'll let you know where I am." Griffen shook his uncle's hand, then gave him a hug. With one last fleeting smile, his turned and waved to his pals. "Lettttt'ssssss goooo!"

Steven knew he looked stupid standing there alone, grinning from ear-to-ear. But his heart was warm and as he stood there watching Griffen, he shook his head.

Nope. Not a single regret.

Aww! I like it!