Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Lunar Lullabies]

Victoria (Tori) (♀)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nikki(♀)

Its funny how, when looking back, the moments that change your life seem so…well…normal.

Part One Here
Part Two Here
Part Three Here

This just keeps getting better! <3 I love this!

[houndoom]

James and his daughter Stacy

She spins and she sways
To whatever song plays
Without a care in the world
And I'm sitting here wearing
The weight of the world on my shoulders

It's been a long day
And there's still work to do
She's pulling at me
Saying "Dad, I need you

There's a ball at the castle
And I've been invited
And I need to practice my dancing
Oh, please, Daddy, please?"

So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh, I will dance with Cinderella
I don't want to miss even one song
'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone...

She says he's a nice guy and I'd be impressed
She wants to know if I approve of the dress
She says, "Dad, the prom is just one week away
And I need to practice my dancing
Oh, please, Daddy, please?"

So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh, I will dance with Cinderella
I don't want to miss even one song
'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone
She will be gone


Well, she came home today with a ring on her hand
Just glowing and telling us all they had planned
She says, "Dad, the wedding's still six months away
But I need to practice my dancing
Oh, please, Daddy, please?"

So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh, I will dance with Cinderella
I don't want to miss even one song
'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone

Song is Cinderella by Steven Curtis Chapman

The story behind the song. It had been a long day and Steven was trying to give his two youngest adopted daughters, Maria Sue and Stevie Joy a bath, but they kept getting out of the tub and putting on their princess dresses. At first he was frustrated, but later he realized that these moments are precious, because before he knew it they would be all grown up. About a year later the family was celebrating their oldest daughter's engagement. 5 year old Maria Sue was so excited to see her brother driving home that she ran into the path of the car and was accidentally hit and killed by her brother. click

I cried my soul out,but i clicked at own risk....
-Ivee

[Kites]

Part 8 of [Life Goes On]


Damien--------------------------------------------Alexia-------------------------------------------Jake

June 2008

Alexia
The young woman, now aged twenty-six years old, sighed. She ran her hand through her hair, and pushed her glasses up her nose absent mindedly. She looked down at the piece of paper in her hand, biting her lip. After a few minutes, she stood up, and threw it on the glass table. She didn't want to read the document, let alone reply to it. She walked straight to her camera which resided on the granite topped island in the kitchen. She picked it up with gentle hands, caressing its lens and smiling. Taking pictures was her passion, and now it was her life. Her pictures were exhibited in a small gallery in central London. She was lucky to rent the place out, or to even see the inside of it. The market was so demanding these days, that it was as if she found the needle in the haystack. She called finding the place skill, Damien called it luck.
The smile dropped from her face. Damien. She put the camera down again, a flicker of sadness running through her as she did so. He wasn't acting himself lately. They hardly ever saw each other anymore. He was working in central London, she was travelling, looking for the perfect situations for the perfect shots. They no longer shared stolen kisses, or passionate nights together. He still made her heart beat fast, but now she was scared. She was scared of their relationship disintegrating in her hands. She loved him, she really did, and she could not imagine her life without him, and was scared to even try.
She fiddled with the diamond ring on her left hand, her fingers tracing the edge of the precious gem. She missed him. She wanted his arms around her, his hands on her skin, their lips to touch, the sparks to fly.
She turned around, and walked to the window. She looked across Kew Gardens, and smiled. Her and Damien's apartment overlooked the magnificent gardens, and they took pleasure in it. Proud of their find, they had originally planned to live here for the next ten years. Afterwards, they contemplated about moving to the countryside, somewhere to raise children. Alexia felt a flutter of anticipation, and she took a deep breath. Those days would come. Hopefully not too soon though, she wanted to travel the rest of the world first. Not that Damien agreed with her.
They had last talked about children nine months ago, which culminated in an argument. She didn't think she was ready yet, but Damien was not keen on children at all. He knew it would happen, but he wanted to wait for as long as possible.
Alexia tensed as she heard the front door open. She looked around, curious as to who would be entering her house. She wasn't meant to be back for another five hours, but as the meeting with her agent about travelling was cancelled, something to do with her being ill, she had decided to come home.
She opened her mouth to say something, but then heard hushed voices. She heard the door close, and waited, her heart beating fast. Damien was at work, he wouldn't be back until this afternoon. She stood stock still, listening. There was silence. She walked as quietly as she could to the corridor which lead to the front door, and slowly stretched her neck around the frame, hand enclosing around one of the umbrellas handles which was in the umbrella stand. Her mouth fell open. The light was off, and she could barely make out who it was, but she knew.
There were two people in the corridor. One had the other pinned to the wall, its lips clasped on the others. Alexia watched, helpless, as the couple kissed passionately. She watched as his hand moved to the woman’s waist, watched him slide his hand onto her skin. She watched how her leg twisted around his, pulling him closer to her. His other hand was in her long flowing bark brown hair that cascaded to her slim waist.
"Damien?" she whispered.

Damien
Damien froze. Dread welled up inside of him. No, this could not be happening. What had he done? He moved his head away from Juliet's, their lips separating. Juliet snapped her head to look at Alexia.
"Who is she!?" she gasped, looking from Alexia to Damien.
Damien did not reply, but slid his hand away from her waist, and let it fall to the floor. He could still feel the hot adrenaline that flushed through his body, but it was washing away fast. Pure guilt replaced it.
"I'm his wife," croaked Alexia, who had not taken her eyes away from him. He did not look at her. He couldn't.
"His WIFE?!" Juliet exclaimed, pushing Damien away from her. "You have a wife?" she gasped. "But...you don't wear a ring..."
Damien could tell that Juliet was getting worked up. Her chest was heaving, her eyes flickering from side to side in panic. He looked into her eyes as she looked up at him. Then she slapped him.
The force of the slap made him step back and gasp in pain. His cheek burned red hot, and his eyes widened in shock.
"Juliet, I'm sorry..." he started to say.
"Sorry?! You bloody well should be. But not just to me you low life son of a b****," she growled, stepping back towards the door. She looked at Alexia, and mouthed the words, "I'm sorry," before slipping out of the door.
Now Damien had nothing to hide behind, nowhere to look but at her. He slowly moved his head to look at the woman who was staring at the ground.
"Alexia..." he started, taking a step towards her. He didn't know what else he could say. He knew he was in the wrong, but he couldn't stand it anymore. Juliet understood him, had known him for years, and respected him for what he did. They were work colleagues, university lovers. Alexia, although she was beautiful, was stubborn and obsessed with her work. She got upset when things didn't go perfectly, and had a short temper when things got out of hand.
"Stay away from me," she whispered. She took a step back, and stumbled slightly.
Damien looked at her helplessly. Before him was the woman he loved. The woman he married. No, she had changed since then. She had become more serious, overly dedicated and somewhat controlling. She was different.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, stepping towards her once again, not listening to her plea.
"Get out," she croaked, looking up at him. He felt his world spin. Get out? Where would he go? To Juliet's probably. She would forgive him. He didn't want to leave Alexia though. She was a strong woman, and he needed her. She was successful, and dedicated.
"Please," he begged, "forgive me."
Alexia shook her head. Her eyes met his, and he knew it was over. The fire in her eyes that he had loved had now turned to hate. He had lost her.




{{I've just signed up for fictionpress.com. I'll post the link when I can.

Note: Damien's hand was on Juliet's waist in this. I was desperately trying to get that across, and still try to make their little make-out scene passionate.}}

[Ranua]

{M}------------------{F}
The Checkerboard and the Chess piece<3

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The princess and the dragon

[cup of cocoa]

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Checkers {M}--- Little Guinea Pig {F}

I remembered when they told me to get a life. Their crucial words crushed me. Every single day at school, criticize on my life is all I ever get. Was it my fault of who I am? Was it? Sure, I dyed my hair red and black. Sure I have spikes around my legs. Sure I have checker-liked tattoos and purple and white skin. But it really means I have a terrible life?
But that's why I have you, my little guinea pig. I can hug you and squeeze you and you don't even mind. You would let me tell you these words and you would give squeaks of agreement. That's why I like you, little guinea pig, because you don't even mind my looks and attitude.
Whenever I get lonely, I can stroke your fine white snow fur. You have a little mistletoe on your head, too!
Oh, no one likes you? That's fine. Because I like you. And I know you like me. We are different, but we have each other. So now I'm going to tell you about me, and you can listen. It's like your my personal little diary. Anyway, here I go.
Today, at school, this bully named Kevin shoved me into the wall. The teachers and kids just walked past me! I don't think even the adults like me. So all the fourth-graders just walked away, not caring! I thought I would get more respect.
Then, when the principal walked by, the kid left me! I was really hurt. But the kid made a look like he was slicing my head. I was scared, and penalized. I couldn't tell the principal. I know I should have, but I don't want my head chopped off.
Oh, you understand, little guinea pig? Yeah. It's bad to be different. Like how you freeze everything? They don't like you when you do that, huh? Well, I like it when you do that. It shows how cold those people's hearts are. Anyway.
We went to the mall after my school incident. I went to that small mini-playground they have in the center. No one would play with me! Not even kids my age. They would make strange looks. My mom told me to stop what I was doing to them or showing them. I mean, all I was doing was trying to look for a friend. When they kept giving me those looks, my mom beat me in public. I was crying. The kids didn't even care.
I could hear murmuring and some even held back laughter. They must don't like me, little guinea pig. I don't know why. They give you looks like that, little guinea pig? It must be hard, huh?
So I'm glad your there for me to talk to. I don't have not even a teddy bear to snuggle. But, your much better than that.
Thanks for talking to me, little guinea pig. I love you.

[Freyàh]

Part 8 of [Life Goes On]


Damien--------------------------------------------Alexia-------------------------------------------Jake

I've been following this story from the very beginning and I love it. It was a nice surprise to log in and see a new part. Great job ^^

[OMGItsFireFoxx]

Thank you friends who commented <3
@LilaShelley: Thank you! I never even thought of it as a beauty and the beast type thing.......hmm....ideas....meep ;3

Fluttershy ID#10101[f] xxx Dragon ID#1[m]



You laugh because I'm different ... but I laugh because you're the same.

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She was number 10,101, the latest mix of butterfly and wolf. She was by far the most beautiful because of her lovely light green coloring and rounded wings and tail rather then sharp. She glanced around the room at the thousands of creatures, all part of a new hybrid species affectionately called Fluttershies.

One of the two-legged men approached her and gently gave her an approving pat on the head. Turning to the second man, he nodded. "She's the one to use. Absolutely perfect."

He took her by her scruff and led her to a small room. "Flick on the lights." he called to yet another man.

The white lights were suddenly on, illuminating the room and the creature that stood in the center. She let out a gasp, unable to hide her fear.

"Fluttershy, meet your new mate. A new creation we like to call dragon."

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=shies away- Don't throw things. The idea for this sounded cool in my head ;A;

He sat in the dark room, battling an emotional storm. He felt as if he should be crying at this point, but did not know how to in this new body. It was the strangest feeling he had ever experienced.

Except for last night. When the two-legged men had placed the mirror in front of him, so many emotions ran through him that he nearly fell to the floor. It was too much too handle. This new image ... this new body he had been molded into was that of the most grotesque creature, looking both untamed and uncut.

Despite his mournful ... howls? Growls? The men had shut him away in a room without light. Perhaps even they had been terrified of what they had created and wished to lock him away.

Suddenly, a beam of light shone through the darkness as a man opened the door at long last. Blinded by the light, he let out a growl.

Then ... he saw her.

Love it! Next part will be SO good! I know it will be and welcome for the idea

[Ineedatribal]

The artist -- The work of art
Real names; Eskimo -- Serenity
Story will be made once some inspiration catches my eye. X3

[Benvolio Montague]

I'm thinking of writing a story here sometime soon, but I have two pairs that I want to write for and I can't choose which one... so which would you prefer?

A continuation of this story

-OR-

a story for these two:

[Anthea]

Sally & Mustang

Brother and sister..

I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make them all day
I get one down in a second if you wait

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No one on the corner has swagger like us
Hit me on my banner, prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going to hell just pumping that gas

I feel a story coming on... oh no. Wait. It was just a random thought about squirrels ;_;