Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Mozzy.]

Bonus points to anyone who knows what this is from.

"Miguel and Tulio!"

"Tulio and Miguel!"

"Mighty and powerful gods!"

I LOVE that movie, very nice job!

"Hell-oo.."

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Bonus points to anyone who knows what this is from.

"Miguel and Tulio!"

"Tulio and Miguel!"

"Mighty and powerful gods!"

I LOVE that movie, very nice job!

"Hell-oo.."

"Eeeeek!"

[Zeee]

{ just caught in a web of lies

i was sitting on a bench, humming away to my doll when i heard something.
muffled pleading in the distance, it seemed like.

curious, but cautious, i shuffled over to where the cries for help came from. i peeked around a bush and there it was- i saw a butterfly caught in a huge web. i could see the tears rolling down it's cheeks, and a blindfold tightly wrapped around it's eyes.

i tugged on the blindfold carefully- both careful not to hurt it, and not to be hurt myself. it loosened and dropped down to it's neck, and it breathed with glory.

"please. help me...." it pleaded, using all of it's strength to talk. i peered around at the darkness around me, at the lightpost setting off a dim light throughout the thrilling scene. i had to go home... but i had to help the fragile little butterfly.
"why are there webs all over you?" i asked, examining the butterfly. it quickly responded,
"for every lie i am told, another web captures me. a web of lies."

i nodded sincerely and tried to pull my way through the webs, honestly using my worst effort.
the butterfly shook it's head hard and tears stained it's cheeks, it's eyes were puffy and red.
"it's no use... go. i'm sure i'll be fine."

it flipped around and anxiously wriggled, eager to get out. i shook my head as it had just a moment ago.
"no. im not leaving you here. but... i have to go home. i promise i'll be back tomorrow. just hold tight."

i said as it nodded carefully, calming down and closing it's eyes.
"thank you. "

as i walked down the sidewalk, i looked behind me and could see something moving. it couldn't be the butterfly.
no, it was now sleeping.

i knew it was true, but i didn't want it to be.
the butterfly had no clue that another web was forming on it's body.

[~Kaya]

a son & a daughter of two companies in seoul.

both rich, glistening, societal idols- spoiled and born to be worshipped in our corrupt society.

generically attractive, the girl with a youthful face and lush coffee hair, the boy with a slender figure and almond eyes.

intelligent, with gifts of clever toungues and bribery and weaseling.

both were-

ok, we get it.

...any way.

they were fated to marry eachother, when their fathers were both wealthy and good friends.

and they were perfectly fine with it.

money was their passion. their reason for living. so when the father of the boy lost nearly all their money, their family was overjoyed that they could gain back money with the marriage to the girl. 

...or so they thought. 

so one day the girl was run over by a bus. and died.

...

...

...and?!?

oh yeah. then the boy dramatically jumped off his twenty-third floor luxuriously lavish office. and died.

...

the end.

you are a terrible storyteller. and i don't get it.

what?

why'd he kill himself?

my dear, he believed he loved her, duh.

why didn't you say that in the beginning?!? and what was the point of this terrible story?!?

the point? how do we know if he really loved her or was so greedy he suicided himself over losing money and publicity and a good reputation? the point? how do we know the value of their soul? of whether you believe you loved the person with no attachment to the wealth?

this is the entire moral. the moral is, what do you believe about the human nature?

too deep. i like happy endings.

you'd prefer the cliché "i'll run away with you and be poor forever" story?

yeah, pretty much.

The three pets looked nice together, I thought D:

I liked the story. :3

My Pet Pair:


Not special story to go with them. I think they look nice together. :3

[swellows]

{ just caught in a web of lies

aa yes good, good story uwu

[æchromatic]

"What do you call this place?"
Trilled his warm inquisition.
"A factory, adrift, apace"
Whispered the lone magician.

Yes, we're all together
In the same machine
Flocked along with kindred feather
Whilst apart we all convene.

"And this part of the device?
What do we do?"
"Take out the sad - Once, twice, thrice
Replace it with something new."

"Plant dreams in their crystal heads
So porcelain, unflawed
Rework their thoughts and broken threads
Dystopia, a lie, a fraud."

"Happiness has truth, as well
Wish away the lies
Wreak havoc with a silver bell
And mirrors which replace their guise."

"Don't look outside our castle walls
Though notes are tumbling down
For, if no one survives whilst the kingdom falls
Who's to take the crown?"

...that was incredibly fun to write. Not that it's much good or anything, but still c:

[Dr. Paine]

Bonus points to anyone who knows what this is from.

"Miguel and Tulio!"

"Tulio and Miguel!"

"Mighty and powerful gods!"

You, my dear sir/ma'am, have won the internet.

-applauds- Road to El Dorado is one of my all-time favorite movies, and I adore Miguel and Tulio xD

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Wow, an internet of my very own! I love the movie, too; it's the reason I kept my old VCR player.

Major Tom && outer space
[Link; listen while you read.]

Standing there alone,
the ship is waiting.
All systems are go.
Are you sure?
Control is not convinced,
but the computer
has the evidence.
No need to abort.
The countdown starts.

The tall man snapped the last clasp on his suit, glancing at his reflection in the mirror hung on the wall. White material covered his entire body except for his head, and even that would not last long. Under one arm he held his helmet, visor up. He turned as the door opened, following the younger man who beckoned to him.

The launch platform was empty except for the man standing in front of the ship. The lone astronaut, the only human being on this mission. It was a dangerous endeavor, and Control knew that, but so did the man. He had volunteered for this. He wanted this. Ground Control knew better than to argue with the Major once his mind was made up.

Watching in a trance,
the crew is certain.
Nothing left to chance,
all is working.
Trying to relax,
up in the capsule.
"Send me up a drink,"
jokes Major Tom.
The count goes on.

The ship was stationed vertically, ready for launch, so the Major had to climb a ladder in order to reach the cockpit. He held the strap of his helmet firmly between his teeth so that he wouldn't drop it, and began hauling himself upwards. The suit was heavy, but Thomas was strong. He made it to his seat and laid down, noting how cramped the room was. Ground Control had told him that he'd be able to move about freely once he was in orbit, but still, the tiny space was starting to make him claustrophobic.

After strapping himself firmly to the seat and sliding his helmet over his dark hair, the Major reached up and held down a button about a foot in front of his face. "Hey, Ricky," he said, speaking at one of his friends from the crew, "Have them send me up a drink, would you?" He let go of the button and listened to the laughter that came in reply, letting it assuage some of his fears.

4 3 2 1
Earth below us,
drifting, falling,
floating weightless,
calling calling home.

The countdown began, and Tom felt the ship rumble as the thrusters were fired up. Then gravity multiplied, forcing him back into his seat, slamming his head against the back of his helmet. The world went black for a moment, but the Major reeled away from unconsciousness. He could not afford to black out on a mission as important as this.

Second stage is cut.
We're now in orbit,
stabilizers up.
Running perfect.
Starting to collect
requested data.
"What will it effect
when all is done?"
thinks Major Tom.

The rumbling stopped suddenly, and everything was silent but for a faint hissing. The sound worried Tom slightly, but none of the red lights were blinking and nobody from Ground Control had radioed in a warning. Then there was a crackle of static, and a familiar voice said, "Everything is a go, Major. Get the info we need and you'll have that drink, my treat." Tom chuckled slightly, then unclipped his harness.

He drifted out of his seat, floating weightless inside the cabin. He pushed off gently with one hand, turning slowly in the air until he could see the monitors that were connected to sensors on the outside of the ship. He didn't really need to do anything except watch and make sure that none of the machinery malfunctioned, so his task was an easy one. He would be home within the day, if all went well. But what then? he wondered. This new data could bring peace, or it could be put to use making war. I hope the former, if only for my family's sake. The sides of his helmet blocked all peripheral vision, so Tom had to turn around in order to see the picture of his wife and twin sons that he had pinned above the control panel.

That's when he saw it. A red light, blinking steadily. Ominously.

Back at ground control,
there is a problem.
"Go to rockets full."
Not responding.
"Hello Major Tom,
are you receiving?
Turn the thrusters on.
We're standing by."
There's no reply.

A crackle of static came through as the Major drifted towards the light to inspect it. When he did, he suddenly wished that he hadn't. It was the oxygen supply, and the meter below the light was swinging dangerously towards low. Tom reached out to touch the com button, then drew back his hand. What could he say? He had a minute, maybe less, and then he would be out of air. He would die, asphyxiated in outer space.

4 3 2 1
Earth below us,
drifting, falling,
floating weightless,
calling calling home.

Taking a deep breath, the Major said his last five words with all the confidence he could muster.

Across the stratosphere,
a final message.
"Give my wife my love."
Then nothing more.

He let go of the com button, and static filled the cockpit. He hoped that his sentiments had reached Ground Control, but for all he knew, the radio could be dead as well. He could feel the air thinning ever so slowly, but he knew that it would be gone soon enough. He almost closed his eyes, but then he thought If I'm going to die here, I'm not going to do it blind. His breath was coming in shallow gasps now, but it was useless. There simply wasn't enough oxygen.

Far beneath the ship,
the world is mourning.
They don't realize,
he's alive.
No one understands
what Major Tom sees.
Now the light commands
this is my home...
I'm coming home.

In one last gesture of defiance, Major Tom turned towards the window of the ship. Through it, he saw the Earth half in shadow. He reached out, but it was just too far away. A faint voice came through the radio; "Major? Are you there? Please respond." He wanted to answer, wanted to press the com button, wanted to tell them that he was fine. He wasn't, but that was another point entirely. He just couldn't, though. He couldn't force himself to look away from the Earth, the beautiful Earth. His home.

He felt the last of the ship's oxygen slip away, and exhaled knowing that he would never draw another breath. As darkness crowded the edges of his vision, Major Tom smiled. He was going home.

Earth below us,
drifting, falling,
floating weightless,
calling home.

[Dr. Paine]

Wow, an internet of my very own! I love the movie, too; it's the reason I kept my old VCR player.

Major Tom && outer space
[Link; listen while you read.]

Standing there alone,
the ship is waiting.
All systems are go.
Are you sure?
Control is not convinced,
but the computer
has the evidence.
No need to abort.
The countdown starts.

The tall man snapped the last clasp on his suit, glancing at his reflection in the mirror hung on the wall. White material covered his entire body except for his head, and even that would not last long. Under one arm he held his helmet, visor up. He turned as the door opened, following the younger man who beckoned to him.

The launch platform was empty except for the man standing in front of the ship. The lone astronaut, the only human being on this mission. It was a dangerous endeavor, and Control knew that, but so did the man. He had volunteered for this. He wanted this. Ground Control knew better than to argue with the Major once his mind was made up.

Watching in a trance,
the crew is certain.
Nothing left to chance,
all is working.
Trying to relax,
up in the capsule.
"Send me up a drink,"
jokes Major Tom.
The count goes on.

The ship was stationed vertically, ready for launch, so the Major had to climb a ladder in order to reach the cockpit. He held the strap of his helmet firmly between his teeth so that he wouldn't drop it, and began hauling himself upwards. The suit was heavy, but Thomas was strong. He made it to his seat and laid down, noting how cramped the room was. Ground Control had told him that he'd be able to move about freely once he was in orbit, but still, the tiny space was starting to make him claustrophobic.

After strapping himself firmly to the seat and sliding his helmet over his dark hair, the Major reached up and held down a button about a foot in front of his face. "Hey, Ricky," he said, speaking at one of his friends from the crew, "Have them send me up a drink, would you?" He let go of the button and listened to the laughter that came in reply, letting it assuage some of his fears.

4 3 2 1
Earth below us,
drifting, falling,
floating weightless,
calling calling home.

The countdown began, and Tom felt the ship rumble as the thrusters were fired up. Then gravity multiplied, forcing him back into his seat, slamming his head against the back of his helmet. The world went black for a moment, but the Major reeled away from unconsciousness. He could not afford to black out on a mission as important as this.

Second stage is cut.
We're now in orbit,
stabilizers up.
Running perfect.
Starting to collect
requested data.
"What will it effect
when all is done?"
thinks Major Tom.

The rumbling stopped suddenly, and everything was silent but for a faint hissing. The sound worried Tom slightly, but none of the red lights were blinking and nobody from Ground Control had radioed in a warning. Then there was a crackle of static, and a familiar voice said, "Everything is a go, Major. Get the info we need and you'll have that drink, my treat." Tom chuckled slightly, then unclipped his harness.

He drifted out of his seat, floating weightless inside the cabin. He pushed off gently with one hand, turning slowly in the air until he could see the monitors that were connected to sensors on the outside of the ship. He didn't really need to do anything except watch and make sure that none of the machinery malfunctioned, so his task was an easy one. He would be home within the day, if all went well. But what then? he wondered. This new data could bring peace, or it could be put to use making war. I hope the latter, if only for my family's sake. The sides of his helmet blocked all peripheral vision, so Tom had to turn around in order to see the picture of his wife and twin sons that he had pinned above the control panel.

That's when he saw it. A red light, blinking steadily. Ominously.

Back at ground control,
there is a problem.
"Go to rockets full."
Not responding.
"Hello Major Tom,
are you receiving?
Turn the thrusters on.
We're standing by."
There's no reply.

A crackle of static came through as the Major drifted towards the light to inspect it. When he did, he suddenly wished that he hadn't. It was the oxygen supply, and the meter below the light was swinging dangerously towards low. Tom reached out to touch the com button, then drew back his hand. What could he say? He had a minute, maybe less, and then he would be out of air. He would die, asphyxiated in outer space.

4 3 2 1
Earth below us,
drifting, falling,
floating weightless,
calling calling home.

Taking a deep breath, the Major said his last five words with all the confidence he could muster.

Across the stratosphere,
a final message.
"Give my wife my love."
Then nothing more.

He let go of the com button, and static filled the cockpit. He hoped that his sentiments had reached Ground Control, but for all he knew, the radio could be dead as well. He could feel the air thinning ever so slowly, but he knew that it would be gone soon enough. He almost closed his eyes, but then he thought If I'm going to die here, I'm not going to do it blind. His breath was coming in shallow gasps now, but it was useless. There simply wasn't enough oxygen.

Far beneath the ship,
the world is mourning.
They don't realize,
he's alive.
No one understands
what Major Tom sees.
Now the light commands
this is my home...
I'm coming home.

In one last gesture of defiance, Major Tom turned towards the window of the ship. Through it, he saw the Earth half in shadow. He reached out, but it was just too far away. A faint voice came through the radio; "Major? Are you there? Please respond." He wanted to answer, wanted to press the com button, wanted to tell them that he was fine. He wasn't, but that was another point entirely. He just couldn't, though. He couldn't force himself to look away from the Earth, the beautiful Earth. His home.

He felt the last of the ship's oxygen slip away, and exhaled knowing that he would never draw another breath. As darkness crowded the edges of his vision, Major Tom smiled. He was going home.

Earth below us,
drifting, falling,
floating weightless,
calling home.

... and you won another -adores that song- And an excellent story to go with it, too... even if it is rather sad D:

[Wildmagic_warrior]

... and you won another -adores that song- And an excellent story to go with it, too... even if it is rather sad D:

D'aww, thanks C: