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

[dead poets society]

Sure! That sounds cool! Could you possibly PM me a copy of it?

[Tesalong]

Lintu{m} ○•♥•○ Phyre{f} ○•♥•○ Kotka{m}

•••

The kind brother. Quiet. In love.
The rude brother. Determined. In love.
♥
The girl. Lovely and loved. Unaware.

•••

{{Should I write a story? It would be a kind of love-triangle story, obviously. x3}}

Everyone should write a story :3

[IgnoreThisAccount]

Wibeke:So sad... Yet so amazingly written...
Ms. Bennington-Write a story. Right now. (More of a compliment, by the way)
Ok, now from the nice comments, to my bad stories

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An Indian [m] x A show horse [f]
Running, running, running,
Leaving behind a cloud of dust

Showing off your mane and tail
Like seeing it is a must

Then you halt just suddenly
The enemies aren't there

At the painted brown horse
You just start to stare

You are in a show ring now
Your embarrassed too

That weird horse in front of you
You are guessing his age-About two

You just shake and run away
But you feel pain

You grab him with your mouth
You grab him by the mane

You start to say it loud
"Just let me go and be free!!"

You start to let go
But grab him again instantly

You are just so angry,
Furious indeed

Now you just stomp your feet
You were full of greed

You just run away
To where you belonged

You follow him for quite long
You think time has prolonged

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Bad, aint't it?
Orange=The Indian
Pink=The show horse
To explain my pointless story:
This Indian horse was being chased. He ran so far away he found himself in a show ring. This white, show-off horse, finds herself just staring at him. He wants to run away, but gets grabbed by the show horse. He wants to be free, but the show horse won't let go. Then he becomes furious, and the show horse now knows she had done the wrong thing. The Indian horse runs away, but gets followed by the show horse. And then time slows down...
...
Horrible at explaining, ain't I?

[IndigoDreams]

Pet's name: Ghostly
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Pet's name: Colors
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We can't be together.
We won't be together.
Because us together
is sure death for others.


may write a story
i know its not very good /shot

[aleatory]

I am Darkness, a being that was outcasted by the four seasons. There is no room for a creature like me in their beautiful world. Where I go the night followed, where I stride the dark envelopes me.
I'm a soulless, evil thing, longing only to cover the world in dark.
That's what the pups are told, to keep them from wandering into the night.
They call me heartless.
They are right.
I certainly have no heart.
My heart has been stolen by the goddess of Summer.
Summer- a goddess of long, bright days. Me, an outcasted demon.
Such a thing could never be.
She knows me only as the banished bringer of night.
And yet I wish she would enter the darkness that surrounds me, hidden from the outside world.
What daylight scorns, night would embrace.
I know this will never happen.
She loves the morning, the sun, the brightness of day.
I am Night, and therefore, she cannot love me.
I only wish she'd realize that without the night,
there can be no morning,
just as there is no morning for me.
Without light, without her,
I am alone in the dark,
and that is all I shall ever be. </3

Must take credit- the "What daylight scorns, night embraces" line comes from a fic written by "ArmedwithaPen" on fanfiction. But the rest is mine- gah, I wish it weren't, it's so sentimental I want to puke. D:

Ohmigosh, there's more!

I am Summer, that golden season of light.
And yet, a part of me lies in the dark.
The others drove him away, and I drove him out with them.
No one can know I feel anything for him, for the demon.
They call me Goodness, Light.
They are wrong.
There is a whole other side to me that craves the darkness.
Without the dark, there is no light, without the light, there is no dark.
They belong together, just as I belong in the dark.
I want to allow night to surround me, feel Darkness against my fur.
But I know this cannot be.
Light and Dark don't mix. Darkness cannot play a part in Summer's doings.
He knows me only as one of the wolves who drove him away, nothing more.
He cares only for the darkness, and if you believe the stories, for evil.
I am light, light and Summer.
Without darkness, there is no morning,
and without Darkness, the morning shall not come for me.

[aquamarine]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtNYA4pAGjI

{{ C.oncrete angel }}



She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace

Angela wakes up to a world of pain. Legs aching, bruises on her shoulders and forearms, and a raging headache. She blinks, confused, before remembering last night. Tears welling up in her eyes, she gets up, puts on her one ratty dress and goes downstairs. Tiptoeing past her mother's closed door, she quietly makes herself a bagged lunch and leaves the smoke-filled house.

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

She arrives at school late, but her teacher, Ms. Wings, just nods at her to start the workbook problems that the rest of her class is working on. Sitting down in her desk, she tries to conceal a huge yawn as her teacher walks by. Pausing at Angela's desk, Ms. Wings frowns but does not say anything. At recess, instead of joining the other children involved in an intense game of soccer, she sits down on bench and begins to cry.

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

A little boy named Willy walks up to her and takes the empty spot on the bench beside her. He's her next-door neighbor and best friend in the world. She sniffles as he asks what's wrong and just shakes her head violently back and forth, not wanting to talk about what goes on inside her house of secrets. He simply nods, understanding she isn't ready to discuss her problem and instead launches into a 5 minute joke, ending with Angela laughing so hard she can barely breathe. It's the first time she's smiled in weeks.

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late

That night, Angela and Willy chat casually with each other through their bedroom windows. Suddenly, her mother bursts into the room, drunk, high, and furious. She begins to shake Angela's shoulders, screaming curses. Willy watches as Angela's mother raises her fist high above her head before fleeing his room and yelling to his own mother to call the police.

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

A small group dressed in black stands at the back of the local cemetery. They watch as an impossibly tiny coffin is lifted and placed into the ground. Willy feels a tear go down his cheek. Wiping it away, he blows the coffin a kiss and softly waves his hand before turning away, tears blurring his vision. A flash of golden light catches his eye. He looks up the hill to see a small blond girl with a halo above her head smiling, waving at him. He smiles and waves back, knowing that his best friend can rest in peace at last.

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

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[Martina McBride - Concrete Angel]

[Freyàh]

@aquamarine words can't describe how beautiful your story was </3 I love it! How sad T_T

[Snowy_Owl]

Glen and Roney

You know sometime there are stories, they should have happy end.
But they won't.
It seems to be happy and shining.
But it isn't.
They aren't like others. Just normal, you know.

He is a warrior. And warriors in their land should not marry. Never.
They should feel no pain, no love, no emotions.

She is a princess.
She should marry a prince, not just some dirty, stupid killing machine.

And than in their beautiful land came a dragon.
Glen was the one who killed the dragon and saved most of them from horrible death.
In some normal, happy story a strong warrior will marry a beautiful princess.
But this is not a normal story. That was their reality.

He is not a cute guy. He have many scars. He doesn't laugh. Never.
He just smiles with his eyes, when he sees her.
And she smiles, when she sees him.

But they have their duties. They should do, what all other expecting from them...
They shouldn't fall in love with each other. They have their roles.
Don't you feel like that some times?

P.S: Don't know if I should write a real story about them ^^

[nostalgiatech]

Pet's name: T y p e 00043 Viper
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Pet's name: Fishie
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[What is your name?]
"Fishie. And yours?"
[The name which has been branded into my database is Type 00043.Viper]
"You are a robot, right?"
[Affirmative. Subject: Fishie identified as dog-fish mutation. Correct?]
"That's right, Viper!"
[Correction: Name in which i posses is not Viper. Type 00043.Viper]
"Can't i just call you Viper"
[.....]
[.....]
[.....]
[......affirmative.]
"Great! Now, please tell me, where am i?"
[We are currently located in Jemasliga, LOS]
"What does LOS stand for?"
[LOS: Land Of Souls. And land in a separate dimension from Planet Earth, a place where dead never transported to the afterlife.]
"Can't be helped that i died. So why are you here, Viper?"
[I never had a chance.]

And as Fishie heard those words mechanically flow out of Viper's mouth, a single tear fell down both of their eyes, robot and hybrid.

[coco-kitten]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtNYA4pAGjI

{{ C.oncrete angel }}



She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace

Angela wakes up to a world of pain. Legs aching, bruises on her shoulders and forearms, and a raging headache. She blinks, confused, before remembering last night. Tears welling up in her eyes, she gets up, puts on her one ratty dress and goes downstairs. Tiptoeing past her mother's closed door, she quietly makes herself a bagged lunch and leaves the smoke-filled house.

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

She arrives at school late, but her teacher, Ms. Wings, just nods at her to start the workbook problems that the rest of her class is working on. Sitting down in her desk, she tries to conceal a huge yawn as her teacher walks by. Pausing at Angela's desk, Ms. Wings frowns but does not say anything. At recess, instead of joining the other children involved in an intense game of soccer, she sits down on bench and begins to cry.

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

A little boy named Willy walks up to her and takes the empty spot on the bench beside her. He's her next-door neighbor and best friend in the world. She sniffles as he asks what's wrong and just shakes her head violently back and forth, not wanting to talk about what goes on inside her house of secrets. He simply nods, understanding she isn't ready to discuss her problem and instead launches into a 5 minute joke, ending with Angela laughing so hard she can barely breathe. It's the first time she's smiled in weeks.

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late

That night, Angela and Willy chat casually with each other through their bedroom windows. Suddenly, her mother bursts into the room, drunk, high, and furious. She begins to shake Angela's shoulders, screaming curses. Willy watches as Angela's mother raises her fist high above her head before fleeing his room and yelling to his own mother to call the police.

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

A small group dressed in black stands at the back of the local cemetery. They watch as an impossibly tiny coffin is lifted and placed into the ground. Willy feels a tear go down his cheek. Wiping it away, he blows the coffin a kiss and softly waves his hand before turning away, tears blurring his vision. A flash of golden light catches his eye. He looks up the hill to see a small blond girl with a halo above her head smiling, waving at him. He smiles and waves back, knowing that his best friend can rest in peace at last.

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

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[Martina McBride - Concrete Angel]

*claps hands* Hands down, one of the best stories I've ever seen. This is so sad, it brings out the pure beauty of all of it.