Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[honeydukes]

[size=85][center]To all of those who posted stories; Those are all beautiful stories, couples, etc. c: I read them all. Those are all wonderful and I love them! Please continue if you want to, and to those who need opinions of if they should write a story, I believe they should!

^THIS. SO MUCH.
I've been around CS since January 09 and I've been poisoning this thread since the first version of it came out in either 2009/2010 and I can HONESTLY say (and I'm really trying to stay polite) I have never seen so much desperation and neediness. You all need to stop for a second and go look in the mirror. What you should see reflecting back at you is a beautiful, individual, unique, kick-ass girl or guy who is an amazing writer! Now, smile at your mirror image. See how good that feels? You guys do NOT need anyone else's comments or critiques or opinions or reviews on your stories; if you're proud of what you've produced, to hell with the rest of the world! Screw 'em! You shouldn't need comments from other people on the internet who you've never met to decide if your stories are good or bad; I'll tell you now that every story written is a good story if it comes from the heart. So wave goodbye to what you see in the mirror and go find your self-confidence! I know it's out there waiting for you! <3

and now for my own little kick-ass pair:



Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high

Unicorns go frolicking through clouds
With bunny rabbits by their side

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue

Here on Chickensmoothie, we're all completely nuts
And the funny this is - you are too (for reading this stupid poem)

<3 <3 <3

O.O THAT POEM.

[Lanton]

Terrance ♂ ........................................................................................ Tyberius ♂

Nautica Bakery. All sorts of baked goods and drinks from around the world. Just like it said on the window. Obligation of the familial sort was the only thing that had kept Tyberius from selling the shop after his father's passing. The bakery had been the family legacy since he was little. When he was a child he'd been eager to help bake their assortment of pastries or blend their smoothies, but somewhere between "too young to pick his own career" and "too old to not work" the novelty of the bakery had worn off.

The bakery. Despite being one of five in town, say those two little words to anyone in Windside and they'll know you're talking about Nautica's Bakery. The business had been in his family that long.

Detective was the most intriguing customer Tyberius had ever served. Windside was, by rule, a staid and prim community. The people were no exception. Typical small suburban townsfolk, they were self sufficient and had little need nor desire to venture into the overcrowded Capital. Tyberius was something shocking to them. He'd gone to college in the Capital, and as rumor would have it, fallen into a crowd of "delinquents, hippies, and deviants". His return to Windside was understood to be one of reluctance and he'd lost his "one of us" status with the townspeople. Perhaps this is why Detective caught Tyberius's eye.

Detective was not his real name, but a nickname Tyberius had handily attached as to have a way to mentally refer to him. Dressed in the unmistakable black and white colors that marked him as a Capital city policeman, he looked out of place among the blue jeans and t-shirts of Windside.

He came twice a week – Monday's and Thursdays – and he stayed for only ten minutes. He was about five years younger than Tyberius and quite handsome. Tyberius was less than surprised to see a silver ring on his hand. That Thursday, Tyberius was engrossed in a Sudoku when Detective came in. Tyberius quickly relegated the puzzle to a remote corner of his brain. He scanned his other patrons to get a feel for who needed what service. Every time Detective came, Tyberius strategically assigned his two perky assistants to other customers to he could serve him himself.

Just curiosity, he told himself every time. He's the only interesting person we get in here.

Unfinished work in progress still.
@above GIF: Win. ^^

[Steffi.]

[size=85][center]To all of those who posted stories; Those are all beautiful stories, couples, etc. c: I read them all. Those are all wonderful and I love them! Please continue if you want to, and to those who need opinions of if they should write a story, I believe they should!

^THIS. SO MUCH.
I've been around CS since January 09 and I've been poisoning this thread since the first version of it came out in either 2009/2010 and I can HONESTLY say (and I'm really trying to stay polite) I have never seen so much desperation and neediness. You all need to stop for a second and go look in the mirror. What you should see reflecting back at you is a beautiful, individual, unique, kick-ass girl or guy who is an amazing writer! Now, smile at your mirror image. See how good that feels? You guys do NOT need anyone else's comments or critiques or opinions or reviews on your stories; if you're proud of what you've produced, to hell with the rest of the world! Screw 'em! You shouldn't need comments from other people on the internet who you've never met to decide if your stories are good or bad; I'll tell you now that every story written is a good story if it comes from the heart. So wave goodbye to what you see in the mirror and go find your self-confidence! I know it's out there waiting for you! <3

and now for my own little kick-ass pair:



Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high

Unicorns go frolicking through clouds
With bunny rabbits by their side

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue

Here on Chickensmoothie, we're all completely nuts
And the funny this is - you are too (for reading this stupid poem)

<3 <3 <3

Bl

<3

That is all.

[black swan;;;;;]

The Princess surrounded by demons and her savior. Sofi and Edward.

D e m o n s in the C a s t l e. part one

I was trying to sleep,holding my dear daughter in my arms.They were going to get us.And where was my son?Have they got him already? I was just so worried.

And then I feel asleep with no reason at all.

When I woke up,my daughter was no longer in my hands.And I was in the dungeons.
I heard footsteps. It was...my daughter.She bought me some food.



"Oh my Lord,are you okay?"
"Yes mom...but I'm scared.They look like...angels with dragon wings."
"And where's your brother?"
"I don't really know..."
"Listen,my dear angel.Everything is gonna be ok."

Then she leaved.

~ The Daughter's Point of View ~
I leaved and ran to my new masters.They were horrbile.They scared me,and they also said they'd punish me if I did anything wrong.



The first one was so terrible.He was mean,he used really bad words,and he even had a skull painted on his leg.His name was Raul.The second one was his wife,a succubus.She was nicer to me somehow.

"Maid!" Raul yelled.
"Yes,my master?How may I help you?"
"I'm no longer your master. Meet your new master,Doom."

I fell in love almost instantly.

I'll continue later!

[cass.]

C:

[aquamarine]

[size=85][center]To all of those who posted stories; Those are all beautiful stories, couples, etc. c: I read them all. Those are all wonderful and I love them! Please continue if you want to, and to those who need opinions of if they should write a story, I believe they should!

^THIS. SO MUCH.
I've been around CS since January 09 and I've been poisoning this thread since the first version of it came out in either 2009/2010 and I can HONESTLY say (and I'm really trying to stay polite) I have never seen so much desperation and neediness. You all need to stop for a second and go look in the mirror. What you should see reflecting back at you is a beautiful, individual, unique, kick-ass girl or guy who is an amazing writer! Now, smile at your mirror image. See how good that feels? You guys do NOT need anyone else's comments or critiques or opinions or reviews on your stories; if you're proud of what you've produced, to hell with the rest of the world! Screw 'em! You shouldn't need comments from other people on the internet who you've never met to decide if your stories are good or bad; I'll tell you now that every story written is a good story if it comes from the heart. So wave goodbye to what you see in the mirror and go find your self-confidence! I know it's out there waiting for you! <3

and now for my own little kick-ass pair:



Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high

Unicorns go frolicking through clouds
With bunny rabbits by their side

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue

Here on Chickensmoothie, we're all completely nuts
And the funny this is - you are too (for reading this stupid poem)

<3 <3 <3

Thank you all for the agreement, and for the undeserved comments on that sad excuse for a poem <3

[anonymouse]

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complete story here


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It was the strangest song, truly. Of course, it was hard to understand the words -- Samuel thought that perhaps there weren't any words at all -- for he had quickly fallen under her spell. She didn't sing loudly so the whales could still be heard, ever so faintly. But he felt goose bumps race across his skin, his dark pupils expanding until there was only a small circle of brown around the black, and his heart kick-start to an unbelievable pace. All thoughts flew from his mind. All he could think about was how beautiful she was, how the song brought out his dreams while he was awake, and how wonderful it would be to go swimming. If Samuel had been more responsive, he would have realized that her eyes had gone fully golden. Her own pupils were no where to be found. Her tattoos seemed to whirl and twirl much faster and they created a tinny humming sound. The long fish-tail had slipped back into the cold water, her eyes never leaving his. Unaware, Sam leaned ever closer to her, entirely captivated.

Now only one of her pale hands held on to the boat. Samuel was becoming terribly close to tipping the boat. He couldn't pull away from the trance, her song was just so perfect. It made him realize how very lonely he was. How poor he was. How he just wanted someone to hold and to hold him in return.
But it was hard to tell himself that a mermaid could never love a clumsy human.

The only thing that saved Sam from drowning in the depths was the mermaid herself. She was simply singing, it was as if her heart wasn't in it, and her hesitation saved him. The song broke as her voice did and the trance was shattered and that was all Samuel needed to escape. He gasped as the dreams flew from him. The split second before he hit the water Sam settled on one thought: Mermaids were nothing but trouble.
The water was much, much colder than he could have ever expected. It was a shock that brought him back to reality, back to his own thoughts. For a horrid moment, Sam couldn't swim up to the surface. The moon looked so watery, similar to when he accidently spilled his paints. The heavy layers he wore were slowly pulling him down instead of up, where he needed to be. His lungs were starting to ache, hurt from the lack of the sweet night air. A flash of panic cut through his chest. No, no, no. He couldn't die here, after all that had happened. But he didn't have to prepare himself for his death. A large tail swam above him, outlined by the watery moon. A pair of surprisingly strong arms wrapped around him and dragged him to the surface of the salty ocean.

The air felt like it was ripping through his lungs when Sam gulped it in. His attempt to return to the boat was no where near graceful but the wood had never been more comforting. The stars went on shining for they didn't care about one lost, lonely soul. Once he could breathe without his throat stinging, Samuel cautiously peered over the side of the boat. There was the mermaid, looking extremely distraught. The salt water burned Sam's eyes but not enough to make him look away from her dainty face.
"You saved me. You were about to lure me to the deep to kill me but... B-But you didn't." Samuel cringed and mentally kicked himself when he heard the stutter in his voice shake across his words. It was fear. He feared her more than anything. With just a few notes of her song, she could have him in the palm of her pretty little hands.

There was another round of mermaid hisses when they realized that she hadn't done the job correctly. Or at all. The young mermaid started and curled even more into herself. The look of anguish upon her face made Samuel's heart break.

He had no idea what he was supposed to to now.

Should he row back to the island? Should he comfort her? Sam felt a dozen different emotions pull him so many ways. What was he to do? Yet, his instincts saved him from having to decide.
"Could I see you again?" He would love to sketch her. To donate an entire book to her. The way her hair fell in small waves, the way her eyes were so wide and innocent, and more importantly, to see if he could capture her un-earthly beauty.
The shock that flickered across her face was only to be expected. "Please?" A minute or two must have past before she did anything but stare up at his eyes. Then, ever so slightly, a small, rueful smile touched her perfect lips. She gave a tiny nod before she pulled a light gold scale from her tail. With the touch of a butterfly, she placed the scale into his hand and flashed him a gorgeous smile. And then, with just a flick of her tail, she was gone.

Samuel gave himself a few -- long -- moments for his racing heart to slow before he began to row towards the few lights left on the island.
He couldn't stop smiling.
A mermaid.

He was going to see a mermaid. Again.
It all seemed too good to be true, but Samuel held onto it with all that he had.


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For the next couple of days, Sam struggled to not think of her every waking moment. She was even in his dreams. And might he say that his dreams couldn't even do her justice. Her beauty wasn't silent; it was near overwhelming. And it was wonderful. But as the seconds, minutes, hours, days past and he still had yet to see her again, Samuel began to forget what her smile truly looked like. He began to forget the little details of her that he had so painstakingly studied those few precious moments they had shared together. He didn't want to forget her in any shape or form. He wanted to hear her laugh, or her voice. Miraculously, he hadn't heard her say one word. Could it be that she was mute? Or simply so shy that she didn't know what to say?

Though the scale she had given him wasn't never far from reach. Either it was in his pocket or in his hands, absentmindedly rubbing the liquid-smooth surface. There had been a frightening moment when Emily had found the scale and hidden it away in a game of hide and seek. For three hours Sam had had to guess and tear apart their small home for the sacred scale. From then on Sam had been entirely more careful with where the scale was placed.

But the night of the full moon, Samuel headed down the the shore in the depths of the night. He had found a secluded section so there wouldn't be a chance of another human discovering him and the mermaid. If she came. The lantern lit his path across the precarious rocks and would illuminate his sketchbook if there was a chance she would allow him to sketch her. How he wished to sketch her! All his life Samuel had found a sanctuary in his art, a place to safely put away his feelings without harming others, and his skill had grown considerably over the years. He knew that if he had the chance, he could try to put her on paper. To capture all of her that he had witnessed that night, long ago. There was something regal about her. How even if she seemed so shy around him that there was an air of self-importance that he figured was natural in mermaids. And, not to mention, she was incredibly aesthetically pleasing. Yes, his attraction to her was partially from the fact that he was a young man. He supposed a girl wouldn't have been as nearly as effected as he had simply because mermaids were meant to drown young men, to lure them and tempt them before they knew what was happening.
Hopefully she wouldn't try to do that again.

The golden scale caught the warm light of the lantern as Samuel twisted it between his fingers. She had obviously given this to him for a reason, perhaps a way to contact her? But how? A handful of days ago he would have laughed if someone had told him he would believe in mermaids soon, so how in the world was he supposed to know how to contact her again? He could have sworn that she had seemed pleased at the idea of seeing him again. So why couldn't she had simply told him where and when to meet? Was there strict laws about being friendly to a human? Or perhaps those other mermaids on the rocks had perfect hearing and would have been unhappy if Sam and the mermaid were to meet again. Or could it be that she was mute in all but her songs? What if she could only sing but never say a word? That would be terrible news for it would be quite hard for Sam to concentrate on anything but her and her spell-binding voice.

Panic flashed through Sam when the scale slipped from his fingers. If he lost that, he was afraid that he would never see her again. The scale connected them somehow. He just had to figure out how. Holding the lantern high, Sam's dark eyes searched franticly for a glitter of gold. Too many seconds past and he still couldn't locate the scale. Then when he waved his lantern a certain way, the golden scale caught the light and Sam pulled it from the slow, lazy waves. A sigh of relief left his lips and he held the scale close, determined not to let it out of his sight.

A soft whistle turned Samuel's attention.

Just at the edge of the lantern's light, there was the mermaid. She had come! The joy that leapt in Sam's heart was undeniable. For a moment he could only stare. He was once more caught up in her beauty. And in those few moments that he lost himself, she seemed content to stare as well. Her luminescent eyes lingered on his legs especially. But then he shook himself back into the present and he tucked the scale into his bag.
"H-Hello again." He cleared his throat softly. Her pearly teeth caught the lantern's light but her smile soon vanished. Her eyes were traveling, observing everything to be absolutely certain that they wouldn't be found. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to live in fear of being discovered. There were plenty of dirty souls that would gladly expose her for a handsome amount of cash. The very thought made Samuel's heart hurt. Who in the world could even fathom the idea of locking this beautiful creature-
Me. I could... I can't believe I almost did that just for some money. But Henry and Emily...

The mermaid must have noticed the dark look that flickered and stayed across his face for she swam even closer to him until she was resting upon the sand, the waves just brushing across her waist. Her closeness surprised Sam and he felt himself flinch before he told himself to be calm. He hadn't easily forgotten her siren song and how traces of it still flitted through his dreams. The legends of mermaids with razor-sharp teeth and a thirst for blood didn't leave his mind. And yet, he did want to trust her. She hadn't given him any reason to lose faith in her. Yes, she had tried to tempt him but she had quickly given up that idea to save him. And he would try to do his best to repay her for saving his life. He wasn't sure what he could give her but he would try, oh yes he would try. He would never forget about her, he wouldn't just brush off her kind act as nothing, he would do his best to show her that he was thankful. Beyond thankful.

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{Sorry for the boring update! I needed a transition post without it getting long :< Thank you to all who have stuck with my irregular updates!! I appreciated it so-so much!!}

[kaypatts]

Brooke is looking for someone to pair up with.. ;-;

Blake?

[Zeee]

[part one of these 2 is short, i know :P not much muse]


jemmina ♀ xx dexter ♂

oh the grass is greener on the other sides
the skies are more of a soft blue
and the ocean gives furious tides
but really my love is true,
no matter how much i deny,
my love is you


I flinched as Dexter waved himself in front of me. "Oh, come on. You know you love me," He faded out then quickly jumped back into a song. "I know you care!" He danced around stupidly as I rolled my eyes. Though sitting down, he continued. "Just shout whenever, and i'll be there. You want my lo-" I stopped him in mid-song, completely embarassed of him. Sam laughed furiously as he fell on his sides, caused by side-splitting hilarious actions. With him he dragged down Renni, his girlfriend, and she quickly laughed at him and got back up. We sat on the rocks, all criss-crossed. It was about 28 degrees celsius out, but all wore jeans; except for Renni, the most normal one of the group. She wore jean-type, ripped daisy dukes, which Sam claimed to be absolutely adorable on her. She would have wore pants too, I know, but she gets too hot. Sam gets too cold, and Dexter and I are mostly mild. His hair spiked just like mine, his being a flat red, but mine was more complicated; it had several layers; the first layer a tight dirty blonde braid (the normal colour of my hair) which had a little sticking out of my other layers, my second layer a electric green emo-styled type, and my third and final layer an 'over-the-eye, a-bit-on-the-side, mane-at-the-back' type look. Everyone loved my hair, truthfully I did too. I pulled my laptop out of my bag and opened it, flinching at the bright light that waved on. I started typing as the rest were shocked as how fast I did so. In mid-type, Dexter took it and before looking at it- I knew he liked me and knew that this is exactly what he would say- he said, "Who you typing to? Your boyfriend?" My sharp ears though heard him pray under his breath,

"I really hope not."

[vein]

The punk princess

&



The shy villager?

With the magic of Cupid, it's possible.


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Not very good, I know. Will add clothes to the shy villager later.

Story?