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

[Toadfoal]

Pebble (f) & Tom (m)

[VesVes]

Goliath [m] + Hermione [f]

It's a pairing that I quite like. It comes with no story, I guess.

[Inatae]

Erica && La Traviata

The good old days are not nearly as good as one would like to believe.

Really random idea that kind of popped into my mind. So pretty much Erica is a modern girl who feels really dissatisfied with the materialistic world of today, and she wishes she was back in the olden days, where people appreciated the small things in life. So she goes for a walk, and manages to get through a time portal thing, where she finds herself suddenly in the world of 1800s Europe. She meets La Traviata, a daughter of a wealthy family whose children are all spoiled, weak and bad-tempered. Because Traviata was caught helping the poor, the family disowned her and she is living with her brother-in-law, her husband having died a few months after their marriage. Erica finds work as a governess to the children of Traviata's family, bringing her news of the goings-on and discovering that the rich in the olden times were very similar to the people nowadays, and there is nothing she can do about that- there's no changing human nature.

And I have no idea what comes after that. Maybe Erica ends up dying in a fire... oh, I know! The government comes along and seizes all the property of La Traviata's family, forcing both her and Erica to find work in a factory, sewing all day for very little pay. Then the 9th floor of the building catches fire, and Erica dies while trying to save Traviata, who, in turn, loses her own life when helping a 13-year-old immigrant girl down the fire escape.

Wow, I just realized how morbid this ending is. I dunno....

[Lighty]

Pebble (f) & Tom (m)

*dies of cuteness* ^_^ SQUEEEE

[pushpin]

@Rainy.day: I almost broke into a flat-out cry.
I'm so sorry- I send you my condolences.

The Peacock [m] --- The Blossom Tree [f]

She was the one in the forest he had set his eyes on. The elusive yellow blossom tree Nymph, which was just about his size {which doesn't quite matter to him anyways} with elegant wings that could match her size. She had small, soft golden eyes; a teardrop-shaped flower bud hung of the corner of the latter. Her nose was a sweet, succulent, chocolaty tree brown.
Every word she said was like a song-
Everything she did was like a poem-
To him.
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One day, he decided it was his time to make a move.
"You'd make a lovely tree, Miss..." The Peacock muttered, green eyes hovering.

A kindhearted smile lit up her face. "You're too kind, really. And please, call me Whispie."

"W-whispie? Okay. I'm, err, uh..." He stuttered and stumbled, forgetting his real name.

"You are?" she drawled, chuckling a bit.

"Falling for someone beautiful."

He didn't mean to say it, not at all. "I mean, my name is Arden." His face went bright red, little wings fluttering.

The woman brought her face in. "How old are you, Arden?"

"We're the same age, right? I'm actually- well, I- fifteen."

Whispie cocked her head. "Really? I guess we are the same age after all!" Whispie scooted around to sit next to him, under a large willow tree. The small party was dying down, forest dwellers returning to their homes. "I love sitting on the outskirts of the forest. The lights out there, to say the least, are amazing."

"Indeed," Arden's heart was flying sky high. A silence hung over them as city lights flashed, but it wasn't that awkward. "So, uh..."

"Tell me about that girl you're falling for." Whispie blatantly stated, face growing naive. Her wings folded around herself, as if she were sitting down for a story. "I'm a hopeless romantic." Her chin pointed at the faint moon.

Arden's paws scraped some dirty grass under the tree. "I guess I could, uh, talk about her..."

"Yay!"

"To start, she's real pretty. Eyes like a gold bar," He was hoping she'd catch on soon, but when their eyes met, she nodded silently. "and she's my age."

Whispie released an adoring sigh. "Tell me more, Arden."

"We met today, actually." Arden smiled. She didn't catch it. "She has wings, but not like mine. Big, full, butterfly wings. With the most beautiful, amazing pattern of a tree on them. I mean, she'd make the prettiest anything ever."

Whispie placed a tiny paw on his. "Keep going. I want to hear it all, I want to see her in my mind..."

"O-Okay, sure. I think that when she walks, teeny blossom flowers trail after her."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You seen her around?"

"I think so. Can I describe who I like now, Arden?" Her eyes were pleading, but sweet.

Arden turned so he could see her profile. "It's only fair."

"He's my age, to begin with. And his eyes--they're lovely. A deep emerald, and I swear, you can just lose yourself in a world all it's own. He's got wings, but not like mine; they're little, but they could probably hold the world..." The way she spoke was amazing. "And he thinks I haven't a clue that he likes me. Pretty funny, actually. We met today, and right now, I'm talking to him." Whispie's grin was huge. "You seen him around?"

This is adorable. I love it.<3

[loverofthelight]

Pebble (f) & Tom (m)

*dies of cuteness* ^_^ SQUEEEE

This makes me happy

[faraday]

@Rainy.day: I almost broke into a flat-out cry.
I'm so sorry- I send you my condolences.

Thank you </3

Today has been a rather sad day, so every bit of sunshine from you guys means everything to me.

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

@Rainy.day: The story was beautiful; I'll admit I was crying. My sympathy for your loss.

@GigglePie: That was adorable. Didn't disappoint, not at all.

[Robojam]

john{m}................death{?}

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I have cerebral palsy. I have no control over my muscles.

But I'm not stupid. I can understand what those bullies are saying as they pass me. "What's wrong with that John kid? Oh yeah, that's right! He's a retard who drools everywhere." Even though I knew their words weren't true, each word stings.

My case is serious. I can only control parts of my brain- luckily, one of the parts I can control is the part that thinks. I have to eat through a tube that gets inserted into my bellybutton. It's rather uncomfortable, but I like the feeling of being full. I hear people talk about this sense- "taste". I cannot swallow, so they cannot feed me through my mouth. But sometimes, they stick a lollypop in my mouth. It's wonderful- indescribable. All of the others take it for granted. Of course I can't finish the whole thing, so the rest usually ends up in the trash.

They tell me I'm 13 years old. I feel so much younger. Compared to the other kids my age, I feel short. Probably because I'm always sitting down in my wheel chair. Sometimes, girls push me around the halls. Abbey, and Lindsay... they're very nice. They talk to me. They tell me their problems- but sometimes it's hard to understand them. They talk in hushed voices, like they don't know I'm listening.

One morning, they were loading me onto the school bus- the usual routine. But this time, it was different. I caught a glimpse of a shadow. I let it slide, shadows were everywhere. But then it came into full view. It had pale yellow eyes, and an amazing, striking face. I couldn't tell if it was handsome, or beautiful. Maybe both. Magnificant feathered wings sprouted from it's back. The feathers were pitch black, and glossy, like a raven's. It spoke with a rich voice, like velvet. "Come with me, child." I found my jaw was able to move- I was able to speak. "Why? Who are you?" It paused for a moment, as if pondering my question. "Because it is your time. Who I am is not important- what's important is you need to come with me. Stand up, child." I found my legs were also able to move. I let a smile escape my lips- the feeling of using my muscles was a relief. I stood up, and took it's hand. "Where are we going?" I felt my throat tighten, the air being pushed out of my lungs, my heart stopped beating.

"You'll see when we get there."

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Rest in peace, John. You are forever in our hearts.

To describe this in one word would be near impossible. You're writing is nothing less then absolutely brilliant.

Thank you, but keep in mind you're a great writer yourself. :3

Just so everyone knows, this is based on a true story- I really do know a boy named John who passed away this morning. I'm not saying death came to him in this form, but he did pass away peacefully. He did not gain use of his muscles like in this story, it was just me giving this tragic story a touch of bittersweet.

That made me really sad... RIP <3

[paigeandclyde]

they're so cute