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

[rabbithaver]

aqua:I don't know how many times I commented on your stories. They are just way too awesome-And are very sad.
Now, sorry for the horribleness of this story...
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Arrow [m]x Serenity [f]
Love is blind. In this case, it truly is. A blind wolf and a blind fox.
"I can't see you, but I'm sure you are beautiful"
"I can't see you either, but I'm sure your perfect"
"How can I be perfect?"
"You're perfect... for me"
"You might think I'm perfect for you, but all I know is that you are perfect for me. In every way, every day, you made who I am today"
(Horrid. I need critique, too...)

(I need critique, please)

I LOVE IT! ^-^ Serenity is the name of my favorite movie ^-^

[Poison Reaper]

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Bio Hazzard/Radiation{???}------Maggie{f}

[R.ea.dy Or Not, He.re I Come]

A girl around Maggie's size came up to Maggie. "Wanna play hide and seek with me?" The strange pup asked her. "Sure, let me tell mom." Maggie said. She ran inside to tell her mother and ran back out. "What's your name?" Maggie asked the strange pup. "My name? My name is Bio hazzard/Radiation. But you can call me Rad or Bio." The pup said. "That's a strange name for a pup." Maggie said. "Oh well. Come on, I know a perfect place to play!" Bio said, and lead Maggie towards the woods. Maggie hezitatied, but followed. They traveled for sometime, untill the woods started changing from lush green to burned and barren. "Are we almost there?' Maggie asked. "Close. Just a little farther!" Bio smiled, as if it knew a big secret. THen they arived. Maggie gasped as she saw two towering containers. Just then, an alarm sounded. "Uhhh, I don't think we should be here Bio." Maggie said nervously. "oh don't be silly Maggie, it's perfectly safe." Bio said, shaking her head. "But thoes are High Radation sirens, Bio. We're not safe here." Maggie said, on the verge of panicing. "Don't worry. They'll go off soon." Bio said. And just like that, they turned off. "Alright, you hide first!" Bio said. As Bio was counting, Maggie tried sneaking back the was they came. "Leaving so soon?" A silky voice asked. Maggie turned around in horror as a bright, white light flased, and the plant behind her exploded.

{C.ome Out Co.me O~ut W.herever You Are}

Blarg, it sounded better in my head xD

[alas,]

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Desc [m] [desk] xx Tesserah [f] [tess-er-rah]

They were both beasts.

All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
Bright and early for the daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere.

The tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no expression.
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow.

Their job is to live in this world as themselves in their town.

And I find kind of funny, I find it kind of sad.
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
And I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take.
When people run in circles it's a very, very

Mad World
Mad World

"Without haste you shall live in the kingdom of Animalia.

Children waiting for the day they feel good, happy birthday, happy birthday.
And I feel the way that every child should, sit and listen, sit and listen.

"United, your kind shall strive until one day, we all will have perished.

Went to school and I was very nervous, no one knew me, no one knew me.
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson, look right through me, look right through me.

"You two monsters will live.

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad.
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
And I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take.
When people run in circles it's a very, very

Mad World
Mad World
Enlarging your world
Mad World

"Together."

--song, 'Mad World', by Gary Jules--

-twitches- I feel the urge to continue this. e_e'

xx
Desc [m] [desk] xx Tesserah [f] [tess-er-rah]

They were both beasts.

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We are both beasts; it isn't a lie, it never had been a lie. He is a dream-eater, you know, those monsters that take refuge under your bed? In the middle of the night, they steal away your dreams for supper. You're left empty and hopeless. Depression tears you apart because of those pesky dream-eaters. And me? I am depression itself. I am dejection, hatred, pain...nothingness. I am the creeper who stalks those jailbirds who can only imagine getting loose of their cell.

But literally. They can only imagine. Desc ate their dreams. Him and I swirled through peoples' minds like swimming through water, but the day came when even I had a dream. It was a dream of love, however. A dream of happiness and smiles for Desc and I. We were together. We were meant to be that way forever.

He was famished, though. And as I slept, his tongue dancing around my skull, he licked that dream away. My soul tumbling down his throat and into his acidic body with that dream as if were milk rolling down a mouth. No more hope, no more compassion ever lingered in me again.

So when we were cast far far away because of our naughty deeds, I was destined by law to be with him forever. The one who I wanted to love, but could not because of his stomach's greed. And we would thrive, our species, only because Desc and I were forced to.

We aren't beasts. We're just tainted bodies who have been tortured to such an extent. It's not a lie; it's never been a lie.

I guess it just goes to show that the host can turn the parasite into such a petty thing...

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[this didn't turn out right ;~; at aaallll~]

[PuddingMonster]

@Giggle: That sent chills down my spine. Who said you couldn't write sad stories? YOU WERE WRONG. That was lovely and so sad. Thank you, my darlingg!

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And now! This one's for Giggle, using two favorite pets. Happy Birthday <3

{{ T.rick or treat }}



"Trick or treat!"

"Ohh, why don't you kids look fabulous. Alrighty-o, here's some sweet stuff, happy halloween!"

Buddy ran on happily to the next house, repeating the same process again. Halloween was by far his favorite holiday ever and this year's candy stock beat last year's by a mile.

He paused after a couple more houses to sit on the sidewalk and examine with his little flashlight what he had gotten so far.

"Bubblegum. chocolate, lollipops, oh alRIGHT! Butterfingers, total score."

He continued to murmur to himself until he felt a shadow cast over him.

"Good evening."

Buddy stood up and his eyes bugged out. "Oh wow! What a great costume!" he exclaimed, in total awe of the boy who stood in front of him. Draped in shades of yellow and black and WOAH, were those yellow contacts? The boy looked completely decked out.

"Yes. Yours as well ... care to take a walk with me?" the mysterious boy asked. Buddy nodded at once. Perhaps he could pick up some tips on costume-making for next year from this older, more experienced boy.

"So...my name's Buddy. Actually, it's Francis Joben Bartholomew-Good, but everyone calls me Buddy for short."

The older boy gave him an amused smile. "My name is De'Angelo ... pleasure to meet you, Buddy. Thank you for accompanying me on this midnight walk."

Buddy wrinkled his nose. "Sure, no problem ... Boy, do you talk funny."

De'Angelo said nothing, but looked down slightly and took Buddy's hand in his.

Buddy jerked back in shock. De'Angelo raised his eyebrows. "What, is it not alright for two new friends to hold hands?"

Buddy thought about it, then slipped his hand back into De'Angelo's. "Sorry." he said sheepishly, giving his new friend an impish, cheeky grin.

De'Angelo smiled radiantly. "It is quite all right." Buddy realized with a shock that he liked De'Angelo's smile. He blushed with pleasure as he felt the older boy give his hand a little squeeze.

------

They continued to walk and talk until around 11:30. Though Buddy wanted nothing more then to stay talking with his friend the whole night, he knew he had to go home and De'Angelo insisted on walking him there. They had gone from holding hands to walking with their arms wrapped around each others waists. Buddy had felt uncomfortable at first, then realized he enjoyed the warmth and closeness of De'Angelo's body and snuggled closer into him.

"There's my house." he said glumly, unwrapping himself from the tangle of De'Angelo's arms. His friend looked sad, though his eyes shone in the darkness.

"This is where I leave you, then. It was absolutely wonderful getting to know you. I thank you for allowing me to hold you in my arms while we walked and I pray you will not be startled by this." The older boy looked down into the younger boy's face and cupped his face in his hands. Leaning down, he gently placed his lips onto Buddy's, pulling him into a deep, long kiss.

Buddy's initial reaction was shock, though he did not pull away. He found he quite liked De'Angelo kissing him and as their hands began to explore one another, they heard a deafening noise and a furious voice.

"Get AWAY from my son."

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[ ... ew ]

Write more please! This is one of the few same gender stories I've found on here ^^

[the bad wolf]

The Father and Daughter

He watched as she cuddled her stuffed bear, eye's nothing more then slits. Her blonde hair fell everywhere, over the arm of the couch, the blanket, and on her shoulders. The father smiled as she finally fell asleep, small chest rising and falling in quiet peace. He then leaned over, carefully, and switched the lamp off. The room now was bathed in sweet darkness.

He could pick her up, and take her to her completely pink room, but no. She was so cute looking, cuddled under the blanket she'd gotten as a Christmas present. It was still cold out, a look out the window revealed slow falling snow, so it was probably warm. He could also go to bed, and leave her alone. But there was a sorta... hypnotic effect of watching her sleeping form.

He laid his head against the chair, back stiff from the Monopoly tournament they had played. She'd eventually stolen all his money and had taken over the couch to watch 'The Lion King'. She'd fallen asleep at the magical moment that Simba talked to his dad about life. And he knew that not to long later, the little cubs life was shattered.

This made the father think. What if tommorow never came? His daughter shifted, hugging her toy tighter. Would she know how much I love her? Would she know I dedicated my life to make hers the best?

But no, in times like this, you didn't think like that. What you should do is enjoy this while it lasts. But it would always be important to remember to live life to the fullest. And to tell everyone special to you you love them everyday. And the father, no matter how hard the road got along the way, he'd always ask himself two things.

What if tommorow never came? Would she know how much I loved her?

But that's not important right now. The future didn't matter. All that mattered then, to that father and daughter, was watching and sleeping.

(Tried to mix a song in. It failed. Tim McGraw- If Tommorow Never Comes)

[Zeee]

@Giggle: That sent chills down my spine. Who said you couldn't write sad stories? YOU WERE WRONG. That was lovely and so sad. Thank you, my darlingg!

-----

And now! This one's for Giggle, using two favorite pets. Happy Birthday <3

{{ T.rick or treat }}



"Trick or treat!"

"Ohh, why don't you kids look fabulous. Alrighty-o, here's some sweet stuff, happy halloween!"

Buddy ran on happily to the next house, repeating the same process again. Halloween was by far his favorite holiday ever and this year's candy stock beat last year's by a mile.

He paused after a couple more houses to sit on the sidewalk and examine with his little flashlight what he had gotten so far.

"Bubblegum. chocolate, lollipops, oh alRIGHT! Butterfingers, total score."

He continued to murmur to himself until he felt a shadow cast over him.

"Good evening."

Buddy stood up and his eyes bugged out. "Oh wow! What a great costume!" he exclaimed, in total awe of the boy who stood in front of him. Draped in shades of yellow and black and WOAH, were those yellow contacts? The boy looked completely decked out.

"Yes. Yours as well ... care to take a walk with me?" the mysterious boy asked. Buddy nodded at once. Perhaps he could pick up some tips on costume-making for next year from this older, more experienced boy.

"So...my name's Buddy. Actually, it's Francis Joben Bartholomew-Good, but everyone calls me Buddy for short."

The older boy gave him an amused smile. "My name is De'Angelo ... pleasure to meet you, Buddy. Thank you for accompanying me on this midnight walk."

Buddy wrinkled his nose. "Sure, no problem ... Boy, do you talk funny."

De'Angelo said nothing, but looked down slightly and took Buddy's hand in his.

Buddy jerked back in shock. De'Angelo raised his eyebrows. "What, is it not alright for two new friends to hold hands?"

Buddy thought about it, then slipped his hand back into De'Angelo's. "Sorry." he said sheepishly, giving his new friend an impish, cheeky grin.

De'Angelo smiled radiantly. "It is quite all right." Buddy realized with a shock that he liked De'Angelo's smile. He blushed with pleasure as he felt the older boy give his hand a little squeeze.

------

They continued to walk and talk until around 11:30. Though Buddy wanted nothing more then to stay talking with his friend the whole night, he knew he had to go home and De'Angelo insisted on walking him there. They had gone from holding hands to walking with their arms wrapped around each others waists. Buddy had felt uncomfortable at first, then realized he enjoyed the warmth and closeness of De'Angelo's body and snuggled closer into him.

"There's my house." he said glumly, unwrapping himself from the tangle of De'Angelo's arms. His friend looked sad, though his eyes shone in the darkness.

"This is where I leave you, then. It was absolutely wonderful getting to know you. I thank you for allowing me to hold you in my arms while we walked and I pray you will not be startled by this." The older boy looked down into the younger boy's face and cupped his face in his hands. Leaning down, he gently placed his lips onto Buddy's, pulling him into a deep, long kiss.

Buddy's initial reaction was shock, though he did not pull away. He found he quite liked De'Angelo kissing him and as their hands began to explore one another, they heard a deafening noise and a furious voice.

"Get AWAY from my son."

--------------

[ ... ew ]

Write more please! This is one of the few same gender stories I've found on here ^^

I agree! Continue, continue!
It is one of the few I have seen too, and this is one of my favourites. Very well done, Aqua.

[PuddingMonster]

The Father and Daughter

He watched as she cuddled her stuffed bear, eye's nothing more then slits. Her blonde hair fell everywhere, over the arm of the couch, the blanket, and on her shoulders. The father smiled as she finally fell asleep, small chest rising and falling in quiet peace. He then leaned over, carefully, and switched the lamp off. The room now was bathed in sweet darkness.

He could pick her up, and take her to her completely pink room, but no. She was so cute looking, cuddled under the blanket she'd gotten as a Christmas present. It was still cold out, a look out the window revealed slow falling snow, so it was probably warm. He could also go to bed, and leave her alone. But there was a sorta... hypnotic effect of watching her sleeping form.

He laid his head against the chair, back stiff from the Monopoly tournament they had played. She'd eventually stolen all his money and had taken over the couch to watch 'The Lion King'. She'd fallen asleep at the magical moment that Simba talked to his dad about life. And he knew that not to long later, the little cubs life was shattered.

This made the father think. What if tommorow never came? His daughter shifted, hugging her toy tighter. Would she know how much I love her? Would she know I dedicated my life to make hers the best?

But no, in times like this, you didn't think like that. What you should do is enjoy this while it lasts. But it would always be important to remember to live life to the fullest. And to tell everyone special to you you love them everyday. And the father, no matter how hard the road got along the way, he'd always ask himself two things.

What if tommorow never came? Would she know how much I loved her?

But that's not important right now. The future didn't matter. All that mattered then, to that father and daughter, was watching and sleeping.

(Tried to mix a song in. It failed. Tim McGraw- If Tommorow Never Comes)

That story is soo sweet, I like how you mixed the song into the story with out over doing it <3

[aquamarine]

@Giggle: That sent chills down my spine. Who said you couldn't write sad stories? YOU WERE WRONG. That was lovely and so sad. Thank you, my darlingg!

-----

And now! This one's for Giggle, using two favorite pets. Happy Birthday <3

{{ T.rick or treat }}



"Trick or treat!"

"Ohh, why don't you kids look fabulous. Alrighty-o, here's some sweet stuff, happy halloween!"

Buddy ran on happily to the next house, repeating the same process again. Halloween was by far his favorite holiday ever and this year's candy stock beat last year's by a mile.

He paused after a couple more houses to sit on the sidewalk and examine with his little flashlight what he had gotten so far.

"Bubblegum. chocolate, lollipops, oh alRIGHT! Butterfingers, total score."

He continued to murmur to himself until he felt a shadow cast over him.

"Good evening."

Buddy stood up and his eyes bugged out. "Oh wow! What a great costume!" he exclaimed, in total awe of the boy who stood in front of him. Draped in shades of yellow and black and WOAH, were those yellow contacts? The boy looked completely decked out.

"Yes. Yours as well ... care to take a walk with me?" the mysterious boy asked. Buddy nodded at once. Perhaps he could pick up some tips on costume-making for next year from this older, more experienced boy.

"So...my name's Buddy. Actually, it's Francis Joben Bartholomew-Good, but everyone calls me Buddy for short."

The older boy gave him an amused smile. "My name is De'Angelo ... pleasure to meet you, Buddy. Thank you for accompanying me on this midnight walk."

Buddy wrinkled his nose. "Sure, no problem ... Boy, do you talk funny."

De'Angelo said nothing, but looked down slightly and took Buddy's hand in his.

Buddy jerked back in shock. De'Angelo raised his eyebrows. "What, is it not alright for two new friends to hold hands?"

Buddy thought about it, then slipped his hand back into De'Angelo's. "Sorry." he said sheepishly, giving his new friend an impish, cheeky grin.

De'Angelo smiled radiantly. "It is quite all right." Buddy realized with a shock that he liked De'Angelo's smile. He blushed with pleasure as he felt the older boy give his hand a little squeeze.

------

They continued to walk and talk until around 11:30. Though Buddy wanted nothing more then to stay talking with his friend the whole night, he knew he had to go home and De'Angelo insisted on walking him there. They had gone from holding hands to walking with their arms wrapped around each others waists. Buddy had felt uncomfortable at first, then realized he enjoyed the warmth and closeness of De'Angelo's body and snuggled closer into him.

"There's my house." he said glumly, unwrapping himself from the tangle of De'Angelo's arms. His friend looked sad, though his eyes shone in the darkness.

"This is where I leave you, then. It was absolutely wonderful getting to know you. I thank you for allowing me to hold you in my arms while we walked and I pray you will not be startled by this." The older boy looked down into the younger boy's face and cupped his face in his hands. Leaning down, he gently placed his lips onto Buddy's, pulling him into a deep, long kiss.

Buddy's initial reaction was shock, though he did not pull away. He found he quite liked De'Angelo kissing him and as their hands began to explore one another, they heard a deafening noise and a furious voice.

"Get AWAY from my son."

--------------

[ ... ew ]

Write more please! This is one of the few same gender stories I've found on here ^^

I agree! Continue, continue!
It is one of the few I have seen too, and this is one of my favourites. Very well done, Aqua.

awww, tanks you guyzz ;A; <3

[PuddingMonster]

awww, tanks you guyzz ;A; <3

No need to thank, you deserved it ^^

[iPawki]

EDIT: Wow, Xrae. Amazing <3


xxx [♀] | Arachne [♀]

{ Let's play a game of hide and seek.
A game of chase and run away.
I chase, you run. Just remember, don't spread those pretty little wings and fly away. }

"Arachne!"

The child followed the voice- her friend ran over, her blue eyes innocent and her a mouth traced into a welcoming smile. Arachne, with dark eyes- a sinister gaze- widened her grin, carefully choosing her words to form a childish sentence.

"Let's play hide and seek. I'll count to twenty!"

The other girl nodded, still smiling, still so innocently harmless, and ran into the forest that surrounded the area Arachne stood in.
Arachne closed her eyes, covering her gaze with two small hands, and began to count.

"Ready or not, here I come."

{ And here you run. }

The whisper resonated as Arachne drew nearer.

"Arachne, you only counted to fifteen!"

She laughed as she reached the other girl, who was cowering, disturbed, confused.

She towered over her.

Arachne, with spidery fingers, grabbed the girl by her shoulders and crouched down beside her.
Her gaze was murderous, deadly- the spider shows no remorse, knows not of thinking too carefully, too brightly.

"My dear, I don't think that should be your biggest worry right now."

There was a slow, eventual tear.
A certain break in the stunned silence, and it was too much to bear.

"...A-Arachne?"

"Now, now. What use are those pretty wings of yours now?"

{ Here you could never fly away. }

And certainly, years later, Arachne would think back on her memories of her old friend, and would never regret it at all. She would laugh, her face drawn in the same sinister grin as that day she had killed her.

The only thing she would ever regret was never knowing her name.

{eeek, it wasn't supposed to be so bad ;A;}