Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[nostalgiatech]

the emotionless beast .&. the creator of romance

[ it's hard to think about anything else
when the heartless finds a heart in himself ]


b z z t bzzt b z z t bzzt

Came the noise of wires electrically zapping against each other.

cl i nk cl i nk

Sounded the scraping of metal against metal.

w r a a a a a o o o o p p p t t t t

It was alive.



Powering up
A soft rose-pink paw drifted across the surface of the metal, a silvery glint swarming into it. The paw dusted off a particularily dark area of the damaged, dented contraption. This revealed a faded number thirteen engraved into the slumped steel figure. She couldn't be sure of what it was - the inky black shadows grew over this thing like grapevines clinging to a fencepost. But out of the shadows, came something darker. Something darker than complete dark, blacker than the blackest black. It didn't seem possible for these glassy round shapes to be so dark in color.
Then it came into the light. It wasn't just a big heap of scrap metal. It was something. It was...
It was alive. That's what it was. It was a living creature. Some sort of robotic canine, she noticed as it stiffly slipped out of the shadows. It's eyes were so dark, so very dark. A color so dark that it didn't seem possible.
Destruction Droid - identification Droid Number 13-SC - set to casualty stance.
The monotone, deep robotic voice spoke. It had sounds of twitching in it, almost like the buzzing of two wires touching that weren't supposed to be. It made the woman flinch back slightly. She then began taking very slow, cautious steps backward which were then rendered useless with curious steps forward that were only followed by fearful backward stepping once again.
"W-Who are you?" she stuttered softly, watching the creature with a mix of awe, curiosity, and terror.
Droid Number 13-SC.
It replied simply. She swallowed past the lump of fear in her throat, trying to focus her voice to sound confident, calm. Perhaps this thing was like the hostile creatures of the outside world - Only becoming aggressive if recognizing your own fear and deciding to react against it. "What are you?"
Destruction Droid Number--
"Yes, I know that. But what is a Destruction Droid?" she said a bit impatiently, cutting off the robotic drone.
A robotic unit used to stabilize and debilitate highly capricious and malignant adversaries.
Replied the bot with its perfunctory intelligience. The woman nodded slowly, her widened eyes beginning to return to normal size as she listened to the creature. Casualty stance - That was the opposite of dangerous, horrible, murderous stance, was it not? It didn't seem to be looking for a skirmish, but with something that seemed so ready to kill without mercy or regret, she couldn't let down her guard. "And you are number thirteen?"
Number 13-SC.
Corrected the robot. "And the SC stands for?" the young dog asked. Perhaps it stood for skilled creature, or stupendous creation. Or maybe savage combatant...
Successful creation.
It said, having a metallic tone to it that made it seem as though the knowledge of what 'SC' stood for was something blatantly obvious that she should know about. "What is meant by successful? What have you succeeded at?"
My initial mission.
Initial mission. Its life mission? Most important mission? "What is your initial mission?"
To completely lack emotion, thus granting me the advantage of having no emotion, emotional thoughts, incompetance, or hesitance to complete any given order. I am what is known as the perfect droid. A rolemodel for the others.
"Others?" she asked softly, swallowing hard. There were others? Did it mean other robots?
The newer creations. I train them to be as emotionless, thoughtless, and determined as I. Those who are not trained successfully are incinerated. I do not mind doing this at all due to the fact that I am the perfect creation, and thus I have no emotion to feel anything towards incinerating my flawed apprentices.
She took a step back, the serene air about her now flaring up with that earlier fear. "I think I'm going to go now..." she murmured softly, turning towards the door.
Do not go. I have not had a visitor in so long. The Maker fell ill - She stopped creating new droids. I have been left here to gather dust, all by myself, with no students to mentor and no orders to fufill.
The woman felt a strange temptation to stay with this creature. Her paw slipped away from the door handle, and she turned back to it. It gazed at her with glassy black eyes, cold and hard. Underneath that mask, she could swear she saw something. Some longing deep within the creature, a longing that, because of the fact that it had been brought up to feel nothing, had for so long been forgotten. Forgotten, but not gone.
And so the hours passed as she and this droid sat together, telling stories and having intelluctual conversation with which the robot taught her so much. About the world, about life. About herself.
Days must've passed, too. When the skylight way in the top of this chamber the robot lurked in darkened, she slept beside it, a ways away. One night, after a long while of being here with the steel creation, she took to sleeping much closer than she normally did. Despite being made of cold hard metal, she felt so warm in the embrace of this creature, who held her with an obvious awkward reluctance, but at the same time a consuming eagerness.
As this night passed by, the robot gazed down at her. It's dark, hard eyes were no longer hard. Soft, warm, affectionate, sweet. Loving. It was a gaze filled with such longing happiness, such tender, passionate care.
My initial mission has been failed, my Maker.


[it's hard to think about anyone else
when the heart of the beast belongs to herself]

Oh my goodness, that was lovely. I love your writing.

[s y n]

the emotionless beast .&. the creator of romance

[ it's hard to think about anything else
when the heartless finds a heart in himself ]


b z z t bzzt b z z t bzzt

Came the noise of wires electrically zapping against each other.

cl i nk cl i nk

Sounded the scraping of metal against metal.

w r a a a a a o o o o p p p t t t t

It was alive.



Powering up
A soft rose-pink paw drifted across the surface of the metal, a silvery glint swarming into it. The paw dusted off a particularily dark area of the damaged, dented contraption. This revealed a faded number thirteen engraved into the slumped steel figure. She couldn't be sure of what it was - the inky black shadows grew over this thing like grapevines clinging to a fencepost. But out of the shadows, came something darker. Something darker than complete dark, blacker than the blackest black. It didn't seem possible for these glassy round shapes to be so dark in color.
Then it came into the light. It wasn't just a big heap of scrap metal. It was something. It was...
It was alive. That's what it was. It was a living creature. Some sort of robotic canine, she noticed as it stiffly slipped out of the shadows. It's eyes were so dark, so very dark. A color so dark that it didn't seem possible.
Destruction Droid - identification Droid Number 13-SC - set to casualty stance.
The monotone, deep robotic voice spoke. It had sounds of twitching in it, almost like the buzzing of two wires touching that weren't supposed to be. It made the woman flinch back slightly. She then began taking very slow, cautious steps backward which were then rendered useless with curious steps forward that were only followed by fearful backward stepping once again.
"W-Who are you?" she stuttered softly, watching the creature with a mix of awe, curiosity, and terror.
Droid Number 13-SC.
It replied simply. She swallowed past the lump of fear in her throat, trying to focus her voice to sound confident, calm. Perhaps this thing was like the hostile creatures of the outside world - Only becoming aggressive if recognizing your own fear and deciding to react against it. "What are you?"
Destruction Droid Number--
"Yes, I know that. But what is a Destruction Droid?" she said a bit impatiently, cutting off the robotic drone.
A robotic unit used to stabilize and debilitate highly capricious and malignant adversaries.
Replied the bot with its perfunctory intelligience. The woman nodded slowly, her widened eyes beginning to return to normal size as she listened to the creature. Casualty stance - That was the opposite of dangerous, horrible, murderous stance, was it not? It didn't seem to be looking for a skirmish, but with something that seemed so ready to kill without mercy or regret, she couldn't let down her guard. "And you are number thirteen?"
Number 13-SC.
Corrected the robot. "And the SC stands for?" the young dog asked. Perhaps it stood for skilled creature, or stupendous creation. Or maybe savage combatant...
Successful creation.
It said, having a metallic tone to it that made it seem as though the knowledge of what 'SC' stood for was something blatantly obvious that she should know about. "What is meant by successful? What have you succeeded at?"
My initial mission.
Initial mission. Its life mission? Most important mission? "What is your initial mission?"
To completely lack emotion, thus granting me the advantage of having no emotion, emotional thoughts, incompetance, or hesitance to complete any given order. I am what is known as the perfect droid. A rolemodel for the others.
"Others?" she asked softly, swallowing hard. There were others? Did it mean other robots?
The newer creations. I train them to be as emotionless, thoughtless, and determined as I. Those who are not trained successfully are incinerated. I do not mind doing this at all due to the fact that I am the perfect creation, and thus I have no emotion to feel anything towards incinerating my flawed apprentices.
She took a step back, the serene air about her now flaring up with that earlier fear. "I think I'm going to go now..." she murmured softly, turning towards the door.
Do not go. I have not had a visitor in so long. The Maker fell ill - She stopped creating new droids. I have been left here to gather dust, all by myself, with no students to mentor and no orders to fufill.
The woman felt a strange temptation to stay with this creature. Her paw slipped away from the door handle, and she turned back to it. It gazed at her with glassy black eyes, cold and hard. Underneath that mask, she could swear she saw something. Some longing deep within the creature, a longing that, because of the fact that it had been brought up to feel nothing, had for so long been forgotten. Forgotten, but not gone.
And so the hours passed as she and this droid sat together, telling stories and having intelluctual conversation with which the robot taught her so much. About the world, about life. About herself.
Days must've passed, too. When the skylight way in the top of this chamber the robot lurked in darkened, she slept beside it, a ways away. One night, after a long while of being here with the steel creation, she took to sleeping much closer than she normally did. Despite being made of cold hard metal, she felt so warm in the embrace of this creature, who held her with an obvious awkward reluctance, but at the same time a consuming eagerness.
As this night passed by, the robot gazed down at her. It's dark, hard eyes were no longer hard. Soft, warm, affectionate, sweet. Loving. It was a gaze filled with such longing happiness, such tender, passionate care.
My initial mission has been failed, my Maker.


[it's hard to think about anyone else
when the heart of the beast belongs to herself]

Oh my goodness, that was lovely. I love your writing.

Why thank you ^^

[. Delirium .]

the emotionless beast .&. the creator of romance

[ it's hard to think about anything else
when the heartless finds a heart in himself ]


b z z t bzzt b z z t bzzt

Came the noise of wires electrically zapping against each other.

cl i nk cl i nk

Sounded the scraping of metal against metal.

w r a a a a a o o o o p p p t t t t

It was alive.



Powering up
A soft rose-pink paw drifted across the surface of the metal, a silvery glint swarming into it. The paw dusted off a particularily dark area of the damaged, dented contraption. This revealed a faded number thirteen engraved into the slumped steel figure. She couldn't be sure of what it was - the inky black shadows grew over this thing like grapevines clinging to a fencepost. But out of the shadows, came something darker. Something darker than complete dark, blacker than the blackest black. It didn't seem possible for these glassy round shapes to be so dark in color.
Then it came into the light. It wasn't just a big heap of scrap metal. It was something. It was...
It was alive. That's what it was. It was a living creature. Some sort of robotic canine, she noticed as it stiffly slipped out of the shadows. It's eyes were so dark, so very dark. A color so dark that it didn't seem possible.
Destruction Droid - identification Droid Number 13-SC - set to casualty stance.
The monotone, deep robotic voice spoke. It had sounds of twitching in it, almost like the buzzing of two wires touching that weren't supposed to be. It made the woman flinch back slightly. She then began taking very slow, cautious steps backward which were then rendered useless with curious steps forward that were only followed by fearful backward stepping once again.
"W-Who are you?" she stuttered softly, watching the creature with a mix of awe, curiosity, and terror.
Droid Number 13-SC.
It replied simply. She swallowed past the lump of fear in her throat, trying to focus her voice to sound confident, calm. Perhaps this thing was like the hostile creatures of the outside world - Only becoming aggressive if recognizing your own fear and deciding to react against it. "What are you?"
Destruction Droid Number--
"Yes, I know that. But what is a Destruction Droid?" she said a bit impatiently, cutting off the robotic drone.
A robotic unit used to stabilize and debilitate highly capricious and malignant adversaries.
Replied the bot with its perfunctory intelligience. The woman nodded slowly, her widened eyes beginning to return to normal size as she listened to the creature. Casualty stance - That was the opposite of dangerous, horrible, murderous stance, was it not? It didn't seem to be looking for a skirmish, but with something that seemed so ready to kill without mercy or regret, she couldn't let down her guard. "And you are number thirteen?"
Number 13-SC.
Corrected the robot. "And the SC stands for?" the young dog asked. Perhaps it stood for skilled creature, or stupendous creation. Or maybe savage combatant...
Successful creation.
It said, having a metallic tone to it that made it seem as though the knowledge of what 'SC' stood for was something blatantly obvious that she should know about. "What is meant by successful? What have you succeeded at?"
My initial mission.
Initial mission. Its life mission? Most important mission? "What is your initial mission?"
To completely lack emotion, thus granting me the advantage of having no emotion, emotional thoughts, incompetance, or hesitance to complete any given order. I am what is known as the perfect droid. A rolemodel for the others.
"Others?" she asked softly, swallowing hard. There were others? Did it mean other robots?
The newer creations. I train them to be as emotionless, thoughtless, and determined as I. Those who are not trained successfully are incinerated. I do not mind doing this at all due to the fact that I am the perfect creation, and thus I have no emotion to feel anything towards incinerating my flawed apprentices.
She took a step back, the serene air about her now flaring up with that earlier fear. "I think I'm going to go now..." she murmured softly, turning towards the door.
Do not go. I have not had a visitor in so long. The Maker fell ill - She stopped creating new droids. I have been left here to gather dust, all by myself, with no students to mentor and no orders to fufill.
The woman felt a strange temptation to stay with this creature. Her paw slipped away from the door handle, and she turned back to it. It gazed at her with glassy black eyes, cold and hard. Underneath that mask, she could swear she saw something. Some longing deep within the creature, a longing that, because of the fact that it had been brought up to feel nothing, had for so long been forgotten. Forgotten, but not gone.
And so the hours passed as she and this droid sat together, telling stories and having intelluctual conversation with which the robot taught her so much. About the world, about life. About herself.
Days must've passed, too. When the skylight way in the top of this chamber the robot lurked in darkened, she slept beside it, a ways away. One night, after a long while of being here with the steel creation, she took to sleeping much closer than she normally did. Despite being made of cold hard metal, she felt so warm in the embrace of this creature, who held her with an obvious awkward reluctance, but at the same time a consuming eagerness.
As this night passed by, the robot gazed down at her. It's dark, hard eyes were no longer hard. Soft, warm, affectionate, sweet. Loving. It was a gaze filled with such longing happiness, such tender, passionate care.
My initial mission has been failed, my Maker.


[it's hard to think about anyone else
when the heart of the beast belongs to herself]

This is amazing!

[sunka]

im still writing there story but here we are if you like to see the pair:

(first one mom, second dad)
then heres what i though there kids would look like if they ever had any:

Its a little weird but once i post th story you will understand

[TigressJaguiar]

the emotionless beast .&. the creator of romance

[ it's hard to think about anything else
when the heartless finds a heart in himself ]

Oh my gosh. This was so cute. <3

[aquamarine]

@Redemption: squeeee! <3 That was so cute, and oh gosh, those two dogs look A M A Z I N G together! cheers for robot love C:

[I know these two don't match at all, but sometimes inspiration strikes and you just gotta take it and run]



Daddy don't go
Daddy don't die
I don't want this to be goodbye

Daddy not now
Daddy not yet
You're someone I never want to forget

Think of Mommy
Think of me
Think of all the memories

Please be strong
Please be bold
Don't let cancer take its hold

Don't be frightened
Stand up tall
Keep your head up through it all

Come home soon
Come home fast
Don't let this moment be our last

You're my hero
In this world
I'm proud I'm Daddy's little girl

[. Delirium .]

@Redemption: squeeee! <3 That was so cute, and oh gosh, those two dogs look A M A Z I N G together! cheers for robot love C:

[I know these two don't match at all, but sometimes inspiration strikes and you just gotta take it and run]



Daddy don't go
Daddy don't die
I don't want this to be goodbye

Daddy not now
Daddy not yet
You're someone I never want to forget

Think of Mommy
Think of me
Think of all the memories

Please be strong
Please be bold
Don't let cancer take its hold

Don't be frightened
Stand up tall
Keep your head up through it all

Come home soon
Come home fast
Don't let this moment be our last

You're my hero
In this world
I'm proud I'm Daddy's little girl

Amazing!

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

S o tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my /whole/ h.e.a.r.t?

Blue eyes stared listlessly over the balcony railing, focusing blandly on the hundreds of birds that swooped by. A broken sign slipped from barely cracked lips as the girl stretched out her hand, fingers skimming against the thin glass shell that separated her from the rest of the world.
"You aren't planning on doing anything foolish again, are you?"
The voice was soft, audible only because there was no other noise. She turned slowly, eyes unreadable as she stared at the boy who shared her prison. "Is it so foolish to want to get out?"
He snorted, amused, and turned back to the book he was reading. "We have absolutely everything we need, right here where we are. Why do you want out?"
The girl sighed, turning back to the balcony. Her eyes trailed the birds as they dove, rising again in the air currents she longed to feel. Standing slowly, she walked as close to the railing as she could, leaning out dangerously. With a lurch, she threw herself at the glass, screeching her frustration when it refused to break. The boy moved far quicker than she would have imagined, yanking her back fiercely. "What are you doing? This is the best life we're going to get! Do you want to wind up like the others?"
The fear in his voice caught on some small vestige of sense that still remained, eliminating the manic energy that had possessed her but moments ago. A shiver ran down her spine, tears pricking the backs of her eyes at the hopelessness of it all. "This isn't life. It's a living death." Her voice was a mere whisper, only just audible.
"Why wouldn't I want out?"

Lead me to the truth and I w.i.l.l follow you with my whole {l i f e}

[starry--knight]

A loud rap on the door
Then the door opens wide
A teenage girl comes in.
Shaking hands and saying hi.

She peers at the table
Where an old woman sits
Though she was afraid,
Scared out of her wits

The girl approaches slowly
Afraid to say a word
Unsure that the woman remembers
That she's grandma's little girl

"hello grandma." she says
The old woman looks up.
A puzzled expression
A frown upon her face.

"do you remember me?" 
"no-no." she says and shakes
Her frail head.

"I'm  your granddaughter." 
The girl says tears welling up.
But this behavior was to be expected.

The old woman just sighs
And looks away,
Her eyebrows knitted 
Trying to Think of what to say.

"Grand-d-aughter?" she asks.
"yes, do you remember me?"
"no-no.......no I don't." she says
Voice shaky and frail.

The girl wipes away tears.
"I love you." she says and grips 
Her old hand.

The old woman's blue eyes
Look up at her.
A perfect smile showing.
"I love you." she said.

The girl cannot stop the tears. 
"I love you." grandmother repeated.
"I know." the girl said.

The girl walked away for a moment 
But soon returned to that table.
"Hello grandma." she says.
"Who are you?"

-Dedicated to my grandmother who is in the final stages of altzimers.

[. Delirium .]

Those were both amazingly beautiful!