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

[Tesalong]

Cole[♂]------------------Milo[♀]-------------------Jake[♂]
[Should i write a story? i have a good one in mind^^]

I think you should c:

[Zeee]

Cole[♂]------------------Milo[♀]-------------------Jake[♂]
[Should i write a story? i have a good one in mind^^]

I think you should c:

I agree.

[nocteKnight]

HU-106 (Hugh) [♂] x Amber [♀]

He was just a metal frame when I found him in the junkyard, so i had decided to repair him.
Who knew the "thanks" I would get would cause me to almost lose my life.

Part 1

I was digging through the junkyard that was close by my apartment, it seemed like a normal day. The sun was covered by a smokey mist that came from the factories, the streets were busy, the buildings were dusty from the grime in the streets. It was a really ugly city, but I loved it. The sun was beginning to set when I saw a metal "frame" out of the corner of my eye. As i navigated my way around the trash it became clear to me what it was, well what use to be, a robotic dog. I looked around beside it for some sort of clue to what it might be but all I could find was a CD with the words "HU-106" taped on the front it of. It looked promising, since well, both of these looked very out of place. I had managed to move enough trash from around it that I was able to crawl under the frame until it was on top of me and lift it up so I was able to carry it. Picking up the CD again and placing it in a satchel that was around my neck and foreleg.
By the time I was ready to leave the junkyard the sun had already set. With my new found excitement for this "treasure" and the need to repair it I quickly ran, more like sprinted as fast as I could, to my apartment. That was the easy part, my heart was racing by the time I reached the apartment building where I was staying,I groaned as I neared the steps to my apartment, now my apartment was on the 6th floor...with no elevator to help me up. Meaning I have to carry this heavy frame up all those steps. Once I finally made it to my apartment my legs were shaking and I was out of breath from the hike up all those steps. I barely made it through the door when I collapsed on the floor, dropping the frame with me. After a few minutes I was able to find enough courage and strength to get back up and look at myself in the hallway mirror in fear of what I might look like. My eyes widened as I saw myself. I looked like Death-warned-over! My pelt was filthy. It was covered in dust and grime. I shivered in disgust, wanting to bathe, but as I stared at the frame behind me from my mirror I knew I didn't have the time. I was still to excited with my discovery to stop and rest now. "I will repair you tonight!" I yelled at the frame with a renewed enthusiasm. I quickly took my toolbox off the book shelf and I began to work on repairing the frame, my tools were rusty but they would have to due.


Should I continue? Sorry for the bad writing, I've been drawing all day so my brain is like mush. xD

[Shark-salad]

HU-106 (Hugh) [♂] x Amber [♀]

He was just a metal frame when I found him in the junkyard, so i had decided to repair him.
Who knew the "thanks" I would get would cause me to almost lose my life.

Part 1

I was digging through the junkyard that was close by my apartment, it seemed like a normal day. The sun was covered by a smokey mist that came from the factories, the streets were busy, the buildings were dusty from the grime in the streets. It was a really ugly city, but I loved it. The sun was beginning to set when I saw a metal "frame" out of the corner of my eye. As i navigated my way around the trash it became clear to me what it was, well what use to be, a robotic dog. I looked around beside it for some sort of clue to what it might be but all I could find was a CD with the words "HU-106" taped on the front it of. It looked promising, since well, both of these looked very out of place. I had managed to move enough trash from around it that I was able to crawl under the frame until it was on top of me and lift it up so I was able to carry it. Picking up the CD again and placing it in a satchel that was around my neck and foreleg.
By the time I was ready to leave the junkyard the sun had already set. With my new found excitement for this "treasure" and the need to repair it I quickly ran, more like sprinted as fast as I could, to my apartment. That was the easy part, my heart was racing by the time I reached the apartment building where I was staying,I groaned as I neared the steps to my apartment, now my apartment was on the 6th floor...with no elevator to help me up. Meaning I have to carry this heavy frame up all those steps. Once I finally made it to my apartment my legs were shaking and I was out of breath from the hike up all those steps. I barely made it through the door when I collapsed on the floor, dropping the frame with me. After a few minutes I was able to find enough courage and strength to get back up and look at myself in the hallway mirror in fear of what I might look like. My eyes widened as I saw myself. I looked like Death-warned-over! My pelt was filthy. It was covered in dust and grime. I shivered in disgust, wanting to bathe, but as I stared at the frame behind me from my mirror I knew I didn't have the time. I was still to excited with my discovery to stop and rest now. "I will repair you tonight!" I yelled at the frame with a renewed enthusiasm. I quickly took my toolbox off the book shelf and I began to work on repairing the frame, my tools were rusty but they would have to due.


Should I continue? Sorry for the bad writing, I've been drawing all day so my brain is like mush. xD

CONTINUE PLEASE

[Poison Reaper]

~Please don't forget me,
I'll teach you how to fly,
To spread your wings,
And fly away with me.~

I sat in my lonley bedroom. Drawing on my schetchpad was all I did nowadays. Since he dissapered. Scince he moved, I'm not myself. We were only friends, but I never relized how much of my time he took up. I still remember that day......

"Seira! Come here! I want to tell you something."

He said in his best voice.

I knew something was wrong.

"What is it, Aid?"

I ask, cautiously.

"Just... Just come here."

He said, now with a hint of pain in his voice.

I walked over to him. He was sitting under our tree, all thoes summer days spent under there. Little did I know it would become a place of sorrow.

"I'm..... I'm leaving." He said, looking away.

I was stunned. " Wha.... What do you mean?"

"I'm leaving. That means we'll never see each other again."

I just sat there in silence. Adrian? Leaving?

Well, Good bye now. Gotta get goin. He said, and walked away.

I made a small choked sound. Just remembering it hurt. There was a loud BANG! on my door. "Young lady, come out of your room this instant! Your making your mother sad." My father seemed to roar. "Comming father." I said, in a montone voine. I folded up my sketch book. My newest drawing was of me in my gold princess dress, being 'Gaurded' by the tree. Adrian was riding his little stick pony to come and save me. Oh, how I wish thoes days were still here.

End Part one

@NocteKnight: Very much so!

~Part 2~

"~Lalalalalalalalala" I sung, not knowing any words to put in the melody. Then, I thought of me and Adrian's fights:

It was the morning that we fell apart.
A thorn was digging deep inside my heart
He smiled, but I knew that we were hurt
And of all the wrong we were both Alert.
Singing my way outta this big mess.

We were the bestest of friends, with a bond so tight,
This was our first fight.
Somehow, some reason, we still
Wnted to make it all right.
Adrian, I'm so sorry, I was the first
To say, we shouldn't end this way. I sung myself to tears. All of a sudden, I hear:

Dearest Seria, you are right.
Let time work it out; What are we to do?
This time of sorrow, me leaving you
I look in your eyes now, and say:
"We weren't saying our last goodbyes."

~Around 10 years later~

I was sitting at my vanity, putting on my make-up. I hear a knock on my door. I get up, in my red wedding dress. Today was the big day. I glide across my granet hotel suite floors. I open the door. A man was standing there, looking vaguely familliar. "Uh..... who are you?" I asked politley. " You don't remember me Seria?" He had a look of dissapointment on his face. Then I saw his eyes. His brilliant blue eyes. Thoes ones I longed for so long ago...... "Aid?" I said, a whisper. His eyes lit up. " But, but why are you here?" I asked. He pulled flowers out. "I couldn't deliver them on your 20th, so I came today." He was smiling ear to ear. "Look, Aid. I'm........ I'm getting married.

~End Part 2~

[BlissfulFarrago]

@Rainbow.freeze: Ooh, they make a striking trio. <3 And like Selcouth said, anyone who wants to write a story should do it. xD


Helium [♂] and Glazed [♀]


Neon/Heroics [♀] and No Name/Mulberry Dances [♂]


Argon [♀]


Krypton [♂] and Corsage [♀]


Xenon [♀] and Comatose [♂]


Radon [♂]


Okay, a quick explanation is necessary. This takes place in a sort of punk, Victorian age with some technology thrown in. xD The toxics [well, plus the one sortic] are all siblings, and are part of the most prominent and famous family in the city, sort of unofficial royalty/celebrities. They're known as the Noble Gases. In order from oldest to youngest: Krypton, Argon, Helium and Radon [twins], Xenon, Neon.


The dancers swirled to the music, but Xenon was standing near the buffet table. She took a sip of her beverage before sighing impatiently and glanced over at Comatose. She had brought him to this ball, and was wishing she hadn't. Straightening her purple gloves, she turned to him and said, "Are you quite finished?"

"Have you seen these shrimp?" Tose replied, ignoring her question. Shrimp? thought Xenon angrily. If she did say so herself, Xenon was looking quite ravishing tonight: she wore a black dress, the exact same color as her hair. It had a long train, slowly fading to a vibrant purple which matched her gloves, shoes, lipstick, and, indeed, her eyes. And all he could think about was shrimp? It wasn't that Xenon liked Comatose...she was simply used to receiving more attention.

"By the way," he said in such a manner that implied what he was about to say had nothing to do with shrimp. "Looks like someone stole your look." He chuckled and went back to the shrimp.

Blood boiled in Xenon's veins. No matter what Comatose thought, it was no laughing matter to steal the signature look of the Noble Gases. Said look was pure black, accented with one bright color, always the same for each Noble Gas. Copying it in anyway resulted in the type of actions that gave the Gases their other nickname: the Toxics.

Xenon craned her neck in a way that she knew was most undignified, searching for the copycat. Then Xenon saw her, wearing purple no less! The imitator's gloves were longer and her train shorter, but her outfit looked much like Xenon's...except for the fact of the mask the woman--or girl?--was wearing. As the copycat turned toward the man with her, Xenon caught a glimpse of her eyes through the mask.

"Comatose..." Xenon said. "Do her eyes look strange to you?" He just shrugged, his mouth full of food. Not bothering with a response, Xenon began to walk purposely across the room to the woman. The closer she got, the more Xenon was sure about the identity of the imitator.

...

"Neon." The voice behind Heroics had an accusatory tone to it. She gently touched No Name's wrist before she turned around. Coolly, she replied, "Hello, Xenon. And I don't go by that name anymore."

Xenon felt a thrill of triumph at being right. The imitator was not an imitator: it was her little sister.

"What do you go by then?" asked Xenon, just as coolly.

Heroics lifted her chin and looked down at Xenon, not replying. She had no desire to chat with her sister now, or in the future.

Xenon, irritated, tried a different tactic: "And who is your date?" She gestured to the tall man beside her sister, the one in a brown vest with mauve spots and a gold pocket watch. She could not help noticing how handsome he was, despite his cold demeanor...much better-looking than Comatose. This time a response came.

"No Name," Heroics said, which caused Xenon to look even angrier, much to Heroics' amusement. A smile quirked on No Name's face, adding, "Or Nobody. Or No One, Nameless, even Nothing if you prefer."

Xenon cocked her slightly to the left, wondering what kind of company her sister had begun keeping in the past few years.

"Right," Xenon said, attempting not to be gotten the best of.

"And yours?" asked Heroics, nodding to the man still stuffing himself at the buffet. Xenon groaned, rolling her head back.

"Now, he is no one I want to talk about." She shook her head. Heroics caught herself smiling before remembering to shift her cool manner back and hoping Xenon didn't notice.

...

By this time the other Noble Gases were beginning to notice their youngest sibling, the one who had disappeared in the split over two years ago.

Radon walked over, a tittering girl on each arm and said, "Hello there, little Neon." As he laughed, Heroics shot him a dirty look and went on with her plan to respond as little as possible. Argon, decorated as usual in her preferred theme of fire also walked over. On her face was a triumphant smile that Heroics found slightly sickening. Heroics almost didn't notice when Helium, the only Noble Gas she truly liked, came up behind her. With him was a pretty girl with a sweet smile, and as always, a crescent-moon-shaped balloon was tied to his wrist. Heroics met his eyes and gave him a small smile, which he returned.

The only sibling who didn't come over to investigate was Krypton. He seemed entranced by a woman in a black-and-white lace ball gown, and probably hadn't noticed anything at all. Overwhelmed with curiosity, Heroics asked no one in particular, "Who is that with Krypton?"

"Some mystery woman he won't tell us about," Argon laughed, glad to gossip. "He's been talking to her at balls all season." Heroics was surprised, and had a right to be: Usually Krypton was attempting to seduce a new girl every night, one who would undoubtedly love him back for his fame. But it seemed to Heroics that the woman with him in fact had the upper hand. Surprising, Heroics thought to herself.

"Really, what is he thinking?" Argon said, shaking her head. Brought back from her thoughts, Heroics began to feel slightly panicked. How had she let herself be surrounded by these people again? She leaned back slightly into No Name, feeling him twitch slightly, also nervous of her family. She knew she had to get out.

"Listen..." Heroics started, shooting a look at Helium, hoping he'd know she still cared about him and wanted to stay in touch. "I left this family for a reason. I can see that reason hasn't changed, and I don't plan on coming back."
...

Agh, I tried to do third-person omniscient, which is so different than what I usually do. xD I

[alas,]

a drift e r ~_____

xxx
little girl [f] xx the reaper [m]

Thud-thud, thud-thud her feet sang, matching her beating heart. Thud-thud, thud-thud. Trickling across the grass they came, one at a time. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. Thud-thud, thud-thud. The child giggled as she twirled, the misty air kissing her arms. Fog engraved her bare toes with light, glossy remains. Her voice danced through the atmosphere, threatening to leave the girl.

"Oh my darling, oh my darling,
My darling Clementine,
You are lost for me forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine."

She spun on, skipping through the dew-covered meadow.

"Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev’ry morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine."

Voice raised, the child threw her leg into the air and swung her arms about her sides. She continued to cavort forwards into the mist.

"Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine,
But alas, I was no swimmer,
Neither was my Clementine."

With a light-hearted laugh, she concluded the song:

"In a churchyard near the canyon,
Where the myrtle doth entwine,
There grow rosies and some posies,
Fertilized by Clementine."

However, the young person had her eyes locked closed, trapped in her song. This way, she stepped onto the surface of the swamp at the brink of the field, only remembered by her perilous scream as she sunk deeper and deeper. Poor child didn't see it coming.

Thud-thud, thu-------
Her heart changed its tune to match her feet. Numb and unmoving.

No one could save the young girl. So he dove in, gingerly grasping her dainty hand in his own gastly mitt as he pulled her to his chest. But they were too deep to discover the light; the water too murky.

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

a drift e r ~_____

xxx
little girl [f] xx the reaper [m]

This is creepy, in a sweet, endearing kind of way. I luff it. <3

[Anthea]

Levana(F)-----Michael(M)

I look into your eyes
I see a sinner of lies.
I gaze in horror at the lord of the flies.

I wait in the corner,
Swings open the door hinge,
The only thing that goes through my mind is:
"Will I look good in prison orange?"

[s y n]

kao [m] xXxXxXx bambi [m]



and so, the lion
fell in love with
the lamb. . .