Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Miss Captain Sexy]

Wintersmith ~~~~~~~ Summer

The two seasons gazed down at the gathering villagers from their perch, high in the clouds. Wintersmith wore a scolw on hsi face, as his beautiful. snowy wonderland was ending, and the sunny days of Summer was about to begin. Summer, however, was all smiles. It was finally her turn to make the flowers bloom, the crops ripen and the newborn animals come.

The villagers started the Morrison dance, as they called it, but it was really just a welcome dance for Summer. Summer joined in the dance, her grin wide, but no one but Wintersmith could see her beaning face.

Wintersmith hated summertime, but not Summer. Though he would never show it, he really cared about her. In his mind he always thoughy What am i doing setting my sights on her!! We are polar opposites, literally! and he would always shake his head.

As Summer danced, Wintersmith watched in awe as her golden brown hair flowed around her, the butterflies dancing with her. He let out a sigh, knowing he shouldn't stare.

He did it anyways.

((continue? if you get the book referance, you get a cookie!))

Is it by terry pratchet?

Yeppers! *tosses cookie*

[. Delirium .]

This is a fanart story from one of my favorite anime shows, Claymore.

(Refresh if the burnt dog doesn't have a sword.)

A bad rep.
A prom.i.se to break.

The metallic clinks and clanks of her armor reverberated throughout the damp walls of the long abandoned monastery. Every step led the well renouned huntress deeper and deeper into the dark abyss of a place that once shone with the crested jewels of its time. After being abandoned and looted long, long ago, the old place now stood in ruins, untouched by mortals for fears of the unearthly. It was jobs like this that made her question her decision to become a warrior in the first place.

The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it

She knew she was nearing her destination. Her eyes had phased from their silver shine to a vibrant violet. She could sense the beast, it's aura was pulsating rapidly, spiking her senses like shock waves.

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster

She let her power flow. With an unsupressed aura, nothing could stop her from completing her mission. Her eyes flashed from violet to a fiery blaze of orange. Her pupils had become vertical slits as sharp teeth emerged from a sickly grin that had spread across her now mutated face. A deep chuckle escaped from her throat.

It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp
There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream
Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster

It could sense her now, she knew it. With an aura as strong as hers, even a weakling could sense her. She hissed as something shuffled in the shadows ahead. A breeze blew past the mutated warrior. I've got her, it thought with pleasure.

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster

The warrior laughed in a deep, ragged tone. It was stupid. It did not know she could sense its every move. She turned, just as it was about to attack her in mid air, and.....he was sent flying against the wall with the assault of aerial screams. Purple blood poured from a gaping wound above the beast's eye. What seemed to take two minutes, was only a one second attack. The warrior flicked her sword, sending his purple blood flying off her sword and to the ground.

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I've gotta lose control, he something radical
I must confess that I feel like a monster

H-how did she do that?! he panicked. Her sword didn't even move!
"Impressed?" she asked in the ragged, deep voice of her mutated form. "I hope you enjoyed my quick-sword. Pity you only get to witness it this once..." she advanced on him, sword in hand.
"You will die!" he bellowed, picking himself up. As he stepped out of the shadows once more she saw what she was really dealing with.
"An awakened being.." she gasped. "I-It can't be..." the Organization never said anything about an awakened being.
He laughed as it was now he who advanced on her. "Claymores...Silver-Eyed Witches...I guess the organization does't tell you everything, do they?" he mocked. She raised her sword, but her hand was shaking.

....................

I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster


....................

She coughed up more blood, which made the monster only laugh more. How weak Claymores could be in the presence of their fears. "Just kill me already," she spat at the beast, "Isn't that what you want?"
"Oh no, no, no, little Claymore. Not at all. You see, I plan to rip your innards out, and devour them, warm and bloody while you watch. And then I think I will drive your own sword against you. Sooner or later, you will awaken." he was confident.
"Go to hell," she spat blood at his feet.

To be continued.....
Song was Monster by Skillet

~Shawna

[IgnoreThisAccount]

xXx
The African xXx The Everyday Boy
F xXx M
Keraka xXx Lukas

The sunshine burnt down on my face as I burst out the school doors and inhaled deeply. Everyone stared at me a second before the bell rang. Last day of school. I was eaten by a wave of teenage people as my bright orange fur got lost with the others's: Grey, white, brown, black and mixes of all four. I tightened my shoe laces before running straight into the crowd, happy to be going home. I waved the teachers and my friends farewell before turning my head around. That's when I smacked my forehead into a pole. That was the last thing I saw before knockin' out unconscious.

The first thing I left when I woke up was something really cold on my forehead. I smacked my paw on my forehead, but it felt wet. When I took my paw back, after having to wait a few seconds because of my blurry sight, I saw a red stain smack on my pawpad. I suddenyl pulled my torso up from my laying down position, and was now sitting on the ground. I looked around me: I wasn't home. No. The thin walls were made of bamboo, along with the pavement. Many shelves - Of bamboo too - were covered in pictures and vases, but the only thing that really caught my eyes was a girl standing in fornt of me with a worried face.

The young girl was a dull brown with highlights and darker spots here and there, a curly tail, big floppy ears and everyday green eyes. Very sparkly eyes. I was left staring at her for a long time, before asking "What happened?". The girl looked even more worried and pulled a small book from the shelf. seh flicked through it many times before saying "Jy klap jou voorkop regtig hard". My eyes widened. A surprised look stood on my face. This was no ordinary girl. She was the kind that a thousand years ago everyone hated in my village, even though now her race was welcome. She was African.

{Continue? I promise the next chapter will be more interesting}

[The Orphaner]

This is a fanart story from one of my favorite anime shows, Claymore.

(Refresh if the burnt dog doesn't have a sword.)

A bad rep.
A prom.i.se to break.

The metallic clinks and clanks of her armor reverberated throughout the damp walls of the long abandoned monastery. Every step led the well renouned huntress deeper and deeper into the dark abyss of a place that once shone with the crested jewels of its time. After being abandoned and looted long, long ago, the old place now stood in ruins, untouched by mortals for fears of the unearthly. It was jobs like this that made her question her decision to become a warrior in the first place.

The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it

She knew she was nearing her destination. Her eyes had phased from their silver shine to a vibrant violet. She could sense the beast, it's aura was pulsating rapidly, spiking her senses like shock waves.

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster

She let her power flow. With an unsupressed aura, nothing could stop her from completing her mission. Her eyes flashed from violet to a fiery blaze of orange. Her pupils had become vertical slits as sharp teeth emerged from a sickly grin that had spread across her now mutated face. A deep chuckle escaped from her throat.

It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp
There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream
Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster

It could sense her now, she knew it. With an aura as strong as hers, even a weakling could sense her. She hissed as something shuffled in the shadows ahead. A breeze blew past the mutated warrior. I've got her, it thought with pleasure.

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster

The warrior laughed in a deep, ragged tone. It was stupid. It did not know she could sense its every move. She turned, just as it was about to attack her in mid air, and.....he was sent flying against the wall with the assault of aerial screams. Purple blood poured from a gaping wound above the beast's eye. What seemed to take two minutes, was only a one second attack. The warrior flicked her sword, sending his purple blood flying off her sword and to the ground.

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I've gotta lose control, he something radical
I must confess that I feel like a monster

H-how did she do that?! he panicked. Her sword didn't even move!
"Impressed?" she asked in the ragged, deep voice of her mutated form. "I hope you enjoyed my quick-sword. Pity you only get to witness it this once..." she advanced on him, sword in hand.
"You will die!" he bellowed, picking himself up. As he stepped out of the shadows once more she saw what she was really dealing with.
"An awakened being.." she gasped. "I-It can't be..." the Organization never said anything about an awakened being.
He laughed as it was now he who advanced on her. "Claymores...Silver-Eyed Witches...I guess the organization does't tell you everything, do they?" he mocked. She raised her sword, but her hand was shaking.

....................

I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster


....................

She coughed up more blood, which made the monster only laugh more. How weak Claymores could be in the presence of their fears. "Just kill me already," she spat at the beast, "Isn't that what you want?"
"Oh no, no, no, little Claymore. Not at all. You see, I plan to rip your innards out, and devour them, warm and bloody while you watch. And then I think I will drive your own sword against you. Sooner or later, you will awaken." he was confident.
"Go to hell," she spat blood at his feet.

To be continued.....
Song was Monster by Skillet

~Shawna

I like it

[. Delirium .]

This is a fanart story from one of my favorite anime shows, Claymore.

(Refresh if the burnt dog doesn't have a sword.)

A bad rep.
A prom.i.se to break.

The metallic clinks and clanks of her armor reverberated throughout the damp walls of the long abandoned monastery. Every step led the well renouned huntress deeper and deeper into the dark abyss of a place that once shone with the crested jewels of its time. After being abandoned and looted long, long ago, the old place now stood in ruins, untouched by mortals for fears of the unearthly. It was jobs like this that made her question her decision to become a warrior in the first place.

The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it

She knew she was nearing her destination. Her eyes had phased from their silver shine to a vibrant violet. She could sense the beast, it's aura was pulsating rapidly, spiking her senses like shock waves.

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster

She let her power flow. With an unsupressed aura, nothing could stop her from completing her mission. Her eyes flashed from violet to a fiery blaze of orange. Her pupils had become vertical slits as sharp teeth emerged from a sickly grin that had spread across her now mutated face. A deep chuckle escaped from her throat.

It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp
There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream
Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster

It could sense her now, she knew it. With an aura as strong as hers, even a weakling could sense her. She hissed as something shuffled in the shadows ahead. A breeze blew past the mutated warrior. I've got her, it thought with pleasure.

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster

The warrior laughed in a deep, ragged tone. It was stupid. It did not know she could sense its every move. She turned, just as it was about to attack her in mid air, and.....he was sent flying against the wall with the assault of aerial screams. Purple blood poured from a gaping wound above the beast's eye. What seemed to take two minutes, was only a one second attack. The warrior flicked her sword, sending his purple blood flying off her sword and to the ground.

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I've gotta lose control, he something radical
I must confess that I feel like a monster

H-how did she do that?! he panicked. Her sword didn't even move!
"Impressed?" she asked in the ragged, deep voice of her mutated form. "I hope you enjoyed my quick-sword. Pity you only get to witness it this once..." she advanced on him, sword in hand.
"You will die!" he bellowed, picking himself up. As he stepped out of the shadows once more she saw what she was really dealing with.
"An awakened being.." she gasped. "I-It can't be..." the Organization never said anything about an awakened being.
He laughed as it was now he who advanced on her. "Claymores...Silver-Eyed Witches...I guess the organization does't tell you everything, do they?" he mocked. She raised her sword, but her hand was shaking.

....................

I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster


....................

She coughed up more blood, which made the monster only laugh more. How weak Claymores could be in the presence of their fears. "Just kill me already," she spat at the beast, "Isn't that what you want?"
"Oh no, no, no, little Claymore. Not at all. You see, I plan to rip your innards out, and devour them, warm and bloody while you watch. And then I think I will drive your own sword against you. Sooner or later, you will awaken." he was confident.
"Go to hell," she spat blood at his feet.

To be continued.....
Song was Monster by Skillet

~Shawna

I like it

Thanks! ^^
~Shawna

[Selcouth]

Blah, I don't feel like writing. ._.; And yet, I really want to use this song for something.

The Sun [○/♂?] .&&. Icarus [♂]
New Wizard [♂]
x-x-x-x
I will battle for the sun,
And I won’t stop until I’m done.

Dream brother, my killer, my lover,
Dream brother, my killer, my lover.
x-x-x-x

"...Are you certain you understand the consequences of what you're proposing to do?" Asked the wizard, who had no name but was a rather good host. He sat on a rickety chair, behind a table covered in various magical instruments, diagrams, inks and pens and knives. There were also a good deal of pumpkins.

Pumpkins were everywhere, actually. Growing from the floor of the tower and through the cracks in the walls, hanging vertical from the ceiling, pushing past the heavy snow outside. Some of them were carved. Icarus was sitting on one.

He looked at the wizard with sheer, burning will in his eyes. His golden, golden eyes. "Yes."

The wizard was unmoved, or at least did not show it if he was. He rounded the table, robes rustling over fallen documents and pumpkin leaves, though his feet made no sound as they hit the marble floor. His voice was gentle and kind, his face young and innocent despite years, centuries, millenia of existence.

"The task will change you. Turn you into something monstrous, painful, each step will be agonizing to you. The being you so love will try to kill you, burn your skin and sap your energy; And finally you will die, in its own flames. Are you certain?"

"Yes," replied the young man, fingers tightening in the pumpkin's hard shell, making dents in the skin. He was a very handsome man, robust and tanned, in the prime of health. That would not stay as such.

"The last man to share your name failed," cautioned the wizard, "and rather spectacularly. His wings burnt away to ash, and he fell into the sea."

"Even so."

"Even so?" The man repeated, gathering up his staff. He didn't need it, not really, but it just seemed fitting for the occasion. It was what his master did for him the day he was swallowed by the moon, becoming something not quite human, but not yet a god. Though he hadn't trained this boy, he felt that a tradition must be carried on.

Icarus met the wizard's eyes, gold against gold; though one of them carried the universe, the other had a burning passion. Who outmatched the other?
"Even so."

[aquamarine]

The words that you whispered for just us to know
Told me you loved me, so why did you go

A w a y

Face as still and quiet as the lake he looked out onto, he resembled more of an ancient oil painting then a young boy of fourteen. The only movement that could be seen was the fall of teardrops from his solemn face to his lifeless fingertips. He pressed his lips together, willing himself to contain the fresh set of hot tears that burned the backs of his eyelids. Unable to hold them back any longer, he opened his eyes and let the tears fall.

Your name
F.orever the name on my lips

As the boy stared up into the night sky, he whispered her name again and again. He cried openly now, with the moon as his witness and the stars as his friends. And then, as if someone had lit a flame inside him, anger flared and he flung his arms up at the sky.

"Why, God? Why take her? She was mine, all mine. And you took her away. She died and I'll never see her again and it's all your fault."

He fell to his knees, his face a wet and soggy mess from the never-ending tears, murmuring to himself over and over again.

"Julia...Julia...Julia..."

Never thought we'd have a l.ast k i s s

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[Last Kiss : Taylor Swift. murrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr -.-]

[Zeee]

;n;


xx

"i love you"

were his last words..

{if anyone is interested i may write a story.}

[ThisIsInCode]

Wintersmith ~~~~~~~ Summer


((continue? if you get the book referance, you get a cookie!))

Wintersmith by Terry Pratchett. xD The plague of chickens cracked me up. (Werk...) And it's the Morris dance.

[ika;]

-Thank you to everyone that commented on my last story- it really meant a lot to me <3


{j.ack && m.arissa}

.You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar;
When I met you.
I picked you out, I shook you up, and turned you around,
Turned you into someone new.

I heard his laugh before I saw him. The sheerness of his sleek tuxedo- the suggestive grin that played around his lips. I didn't know him, and that was worrying. I knew everyone. And I was certainly familiar with everyone at the annual Racing Ball- I had written the invites.

.Now five years later on you've got the world at your feet,
Success has been so easy for you.
But don't forget it's me who put you where you are now;
And I can put you back down too.

Excellent. She was coming over. I twisted around, twirling my martini in one hand. "Hey." I greeted her, ignoring the scowl on her pale face. She looked so appealing- blonde hair curled over her head, her mismatched eyes piercing and draining my ego as she came to a stop a few inches ahead of me. She tapped her foot expectantly.

.Don't, don't you want me?
You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me,
Don't, don't you want me?
You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me.

He smiled at me. The cheek of him. "Who are you?" I asked bluntly, blowing off his charm with what I hoped was contemptful disdain.

.It's much too late to find,
You think you've changed your mind,
You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry.

She looked even better angry. "I'm gatecrashing. Keep my secret?" I ventured playfully, turning to walk away through an exit, and out into the night. She followed, spluttering with indignance. Naturally.

.Don't you want me baby?
Don't you want me baby?

How dare he? I followed as he ducked through one of the doors, my heels clacking on the concrete. It was quiet outside, the night air crisp and inviting. I peered around- he'd disappeared. Then;

"Don't move."

As he slammed me against the wall.

-Ooh, what will happen? I don't know if I'll continue this, though. Opinions? <3