Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Cirque]

♥
Ousider [m] & Cessa [f]
and their daughter:

Blaise [f]
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Thinking about writing a story, but I'm not sure yet.

[vein]

♥
Ousider [m] & Cessa [f]
and their daughter:

Blaise [f]
-
Thinking about writing a story, but I'm not sure yet.

I'd love to see a story :3

[honeydukes]

??? ((F))

??? ((M))

Here's my pair... I'm considering doing a little story ^^
But, there's a problem; I can't think of any names D:
Help? (:

Terri and Dillon?
I don't know what kind of names you want for the pets D; but those are the names that came automatically to my head xD

[Kingfisher]

+
(F) (M)

Doesn't it hurt to know,
that the one that you love the most,
is the one that hates you most?

Story? :3

Yes!

[cass.]

mama, mama,
where is papa?

he's gone, darling.
off to fight in the war.

mama, mama,
when is he coming back?

not for a long time,
but he will come.

mama, mama,
what is that paper for?

your daddy isn't coming home, darling.

but he will come,
won't he mama?

mama, mama,
why are you crying?

mama, mama,
why do you never speak?

mama, mama,
who are these people in our house?

mama, mama,
why won't you wake up?

[In The Darke]

mama, mama,
where is papa?

he's gone, darling.
off to fight in the war.

mama, mama,
when is he coming back?

not for a long time,
but he will come.

mama, mama,
what is that paper for?

your daddy isn't coming home, darling.

but he will come,
won't he mama?

mama, mama,
why are you crying?

mama, mama,
why do you never speak?

mama, mama,
who are these people in our house?

mama, mama,
why won't you wake up?

Change mama to daddy and off to fight the war to fighting cancer and that is my best friends life.

Andie (The User)

Macaulay (The Drug)

I heard a knock upon my door the other day
I opened it to find death staring in my face
The feel of mortal stalking still reverberates
Everywhere I go I drag this coffin just in case

The Drug In Me Is You~

[Dymestl]

??? ((F))

??? ((M))

Here's my pair... I'm considering doing a little story ^^
But, there's a problem; I can't think of any names D:
Help? (:

Maybe Melody for the female and Ice for the male?

[Never & Rush]

Don't you dare look out your window,
Darlin' everything's on fire.
The war outside our door keeps raging on.

Curled up to this lullaby,
Even when the music's gone.
Gone.

Just close your eyes,
The sun is going down.
You'll be all right.
No one can hurt you now.
Come morning light,
You and I'll be
safe
and
sound
~

I thought this song fit two characters from a book I'm writing, so I put together poor attempts at making their CS pet duplicates of them. xD

[vee.]

(Sorry if this is getting really wordy, guys. If anyone's actually reading it, you get brownie points from me. This is more of personal venting than a real story xD)


James x Citric

{ part one }
{ part two }

Once we realized we could use each other to escape from class early at the end of the day, we made it a point to have daily visits precisely twenty minutes before the last bell. Sometimes we’d hang out the whole class—he’d watch me paint for a little while, and then we’d go into the photography room and I’d help him with the Photoshop assignments. I had taken that class two years previous, so I knew all the shortcuts and easy ways to get things done. And then those last few minutes before the bell rang, James would pose as a lookout while I snuck down the hallway to get a head start on all the other students that would soon be swarming out to their cars. It was a foolproof system.

And out of it all, he was good company, good to talk with. I didn’t feel embarrassed to tell him things, nor did he. It had been a long time since I’d had a guy friend to talk to, a guy who would keep all my secrets and not judge me for anything I could possibly have to say. He could tell me my new hair color looked good without being flirtatious about it. He could say that he liked my outfit or that I was pretty without implying any sort of physical attraction. And that was something I didn’t normally experience. Guys didn’t talk to me often at all, but when they did, it was to flirt with me. And every time, it backfired for them, because I didn’t like to be spoken to in such ways. I didn’t need someone to write me a song or a poem to win me over—just ask me if I want to go eat food. Of course I do. So the way that I could talk to James and just be casual as anything was quite a nice change for me. We didn’t want anything more from each other than someone to talk to.

The only problem with it, was that all I wanted out of a dating relationship was someone I liked to be around. I wanted someone that would hang out with me and chat about nothing or everything, someone who would always tell me the truth—just someone whose company I enjoyed. Nothing more. So when James became this for me, I became conflicted. Did I love him? Or was this just what a healthy friendship felt like?

Either way, he had Paige, whether he hated her or not. When she would get angry with him and stop talking to him, he would try to end it, but every time she came crying right back to him and he couldn’t go through with it. He knew it was a bad situation to be stuck in, but the fact of the matter was that he truly was stuck. James was such a kind soul, and in that way he was a lot like myself. He would sacrifice his own happiness to make someone else’s day even just the slightest bit better. It was quite obvious to me that he was sensitive to emotions and could read people like a book, and this was something I didn’t even know if he knew about himself.

These were things I learned from a conversation we had one Monday. It was April 2nd, just a bit more than a month before prom. I had been telling him how tired I was getting of hearing people talk about prom all day long.

“This one group of girls is getting sixteen people together to go in a party bus—all of them and their dates are going together,” I was saying. “And I’m just sitting around thinking… now that Julie’s bailing on me, I’m out of friends to go with. I mean, these girls all complain that they don’t have dates and it’s going to be no fun going alone, but they don’t even know what that means. I don’t even have a friend to go with. Even if you go, I’m sure Paige will wrap you around her wrist and wear you as a bracelet.”

“Aww,” he sighed sadly. “You’re definitely right though. She won’t let me leave her side for a single minute, and even if I do she’ll accuse me of ditching her. I don’t even know if I’ll go; that would just suck.”

“I wouldn’t want you to feel obligated to spend time with me though, that’s not what I’m hinting at,” I said quietly. “Just venting, really. If you went with Paige I wouldn’t bother you. I know you’d have fun with her, and I wouldn’t want to get in the way.”

James saw the loneliness in my eyes at that moment, a feeling I had grown so used to, something I accepted as normal, but something that he saw as unusual and negative. So he did what he does, and he reached out and pulled my mood right back up out of the dark hole it had sunk into. He snorted indignantly. “Yeah right! I’d have way more fun with you. I’d rather talk to you than my own girlfriend any day, dude. Who knows, maybe we’ll break up by then and I can just go to keep you company.” His tone was joking, but I could tell he was halfway considering the idea. It made me laugh.

But “We’ll see about that,” was all I said. I wasn’t one to get in the middle of a relationship. Especially for someone I wasn’t even sure I loved.

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[thebluberry.]

(Sorry if this is getting really wordy, guys. If anyone's actually reading it, you get brownie points from me. This is more of personal venting than a real story xD)


James x Citric

{ part one }
{ part two }

Once we realized we could use each other to escape from class early at the end of the day, we made it a point to have daily visits precisely twenty minutes before the last bell. Sometimes we’d hang out the whole class—he’d watch me paint for a little while, and then we’d go into the photography room and I’d help him with the Photoshop assignments. I had taken that class two years previous, so I knew all the shortcuts and easy ways to get things done. And then those last few minutes before the bell rang, James would pose as a lookout while I snuck down the hallway to get a head start on all the other students that would soon be swarming out to their cars. It was a foolproof system.

And out of it all, he was good company, good to talk with. I didn’t feel embarrassed to tell him things, nor did he. It had been a long time since I’d had a guy friend to talk to, a guy who would keep all my secrets and not judge me for anything I could possibly have to say. He could tell me my new hair color looked good without being flirtatious about it. He could say that he liked my outfit or that I was pretty without implying any sort of physical attraction. And that was something I didn’t normally experience. Guys didn’t talk to me often at all, but when they did, it was to flirt with me. And every time, it backfired for them, because I didn’t like to be spoken to in such ways. I didn’t need someone to write me a song or a poem to win me over—just ask me if I want to go eat food. Of course I do. So the way that I could talk to James and just be casual as anything was quite a nice change for me. We didn’t want anything more from each other than someone to talk to.

The only problem with it, was that all I wanted out of a dating relationship was someone I liked to be around. I wanted someone that would hang out with me and chat about nothing or everything, someone who would always tell me the truth—just someone whose company I enjoyed. Nothing more. So when James became this for me, I became conflicted. Did I love him? Or was this just what a healthy friendship felt like?

Either way, he had Paige, whether he hated her or not. When she would get angry with him and stop talking to him, he would try to end it, but every time she came crying right back to him and he couldn’t go through with it. He knew it was a bad situation to be stuck in, but the fact of the matter was that he truly was stuck. James was such a kind soul, and in that way he was a lot like myself. He would sacrifice his own happiness to make someone else’s day even just the slightest bit better. It was quite obvious to me that he was sensitive to emotions and could read people like a book, and this was something I didn’t even know if he knew about himself.

These were things I learned from a conversation we had one Monday. It was April 2nd, just a bit more than a month before prom. I had been telling him how tired I was getting of hearing people talk about prom all day long.

“This one group of girls is getting sixteen people together to go in a party bus—all of them and their dates are going together,” I was saying. “And I’m just sitting around thinking… now that Julie’s bailing on me, I’m out of friends to go with. I mean, these girls all complain that they don’t have dates and it’s going to be no fun going alone, but they don’t even know what that means. I don’t even have a friend to go with. Even if you go, I’m sure Paige will wrap you around her wrist and wear you as a bracelet.”

“Aww,” he sighed sadly. “You’re definitely right though. She won’t let me leave her side for a single minute, and even if I do she’ll accuse me of ditching her. I don’t even know if I’ll go; that would just suck.”

“I wouldn’t want you to feel obligated to spend time with me though, that’s not what I’m hinting at,” I said quietly. “Just venting, really. If you went with Paige I wouldn’t bother you. I know you’d have fun with her, and I wouldn’t want to get in the way.”

James saw the loneliness in my eyes at that moment, a feeling I had grown so used to, something I accepted as normal, but something that he saw as unusual and negative. So he did what he does, and he reached out and pulled my mood right back up out of the dark hole it had sunk into. He snorted indignantly. “Yeah right! I’d have way more fun with you. I’d rather talk to you than my own girlfriend any day, dude. Who knows, maybe we’ll break up by then and I can just go to keep you company.” His tone was joking, but I could tell he was halfway considering the idea. It made me laugh.

But “We’ll see about that,” was all I said. I wasn’t one to get in the middle of a relationship. Especially for someone I wasn’t even sure I loved.

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Beautiful as always Vee. ^.^