Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[ThisIsInCode]

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me

I’m more than a bird...i’m more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It’s not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I’ll never see

It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
It’s not easy to be me

Up, up and away...away from me
It’s all right...you can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy...or anything...

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me
Inside me
Yeah, inside me
Inside of me

I’m only a man
In a funny red sheet
I’m only a man
Looking for a dream

I’m only a man
In a funny red sheet
And it’s not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...

Its not easy to be me.




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That was the best Superman costume I could find with the stuff I had. I'm on the lookout for the red cloak, and when I find it, would you guys like a story to go with the song?

Oh, yes please! I love that song, by the way.

[Inatae]

Mother always said to not disturb those who were at peace.
None of us ever listened.
Until it was too late to regret it.

wth lol.
For a moment there I thought you managed to put two pets in the same image

This sounds very Headless-Horseman-esque c: Will you be writing a story?

When I first saw something like this done, that's what I thought as well. xD And I'll try to do a story, although my writer's block won't go away.

[Lennie]

{{Two things, one, you guys are all such talented writers! I love reading the stories. <3

And a late and apologetic thanks for everyone who commented on my last story. ^^;;;;}}

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{{ "when you wish upon a star,
makes no difference who you are,
anything your heart desires
will come to you..."

you know, perhaps I'm wrong in saying this,
but I find it amusing to hear people say that life couldn't be a fairytale.
but maybe I'm naive in saying that it could be, after all, nothing has existed in my life to prove such a statement.
but you know at the same time, I suppose I never lost hope in having a fairytale moment of my own.
after all, in such a lengthy life, there has to be at least one moment that's just perfect, doesn't there?

{{ "if your heart is in your dream,
no request is too extreme,
when you wish upon a star as dreamers do..."

no matter how much time I spent with you,
I never really got tired of hearing you talk on and on, laughing the way you do,
smiling the way you do. but of course, you know that, and I don't want to bore you with that,
but you know what's funny, is that in all those years the only boy that I wanted to see,
the only one that I wanted to find just outside my back window in the yard, a rose held in your hand?
was you.

{{ "fate is kind,
she brings to those who love, the sweet fulfillment of,
their secret longing..."

A humored smirk painted my lips, and a faint hint of a natural blush seemed to dust my cheeks in a manner that some may have called sweet, but in truth I merely found humiliating. I sat facing the computer, my legs crossed at a near angle to the side of me, my bag lay half open upon the ground and my hands seemed to fly across the keyboard as I struggled to beat the time limit that I had left to hopefully finish the assignment. Though my demeanor showed nothing of the sort, I was beyond tired, and for it, I was paying dearly. My mind didn't seem to want to allow me to properly think, my thoughts wandered, and within a few moments I had to shut down the server; it was useless to waste my time.
I stood, grabbing my bag and catching my books before they fell out of the bag. Stepping away from my chair, I jumped back finding myself face to face with Zeke. I jumped a tad, managing a faint smile when he gave one himself. We stood there for a moment, and I flinched a tad when he threatened to hit me with the book that he held in his hand. I laughed lightly as he smirked to show he was only kidding, and I shoved him a tad with a smile still painting my lips.
"Zeke, quit flirting, we gotta get going."
Another guy's voice came from across the room and I looked aside with a faint smirk, not glancing back at Zeke to see how he'd reacted, besides, I figured I would know his expressions well enough to guess.

{{ "like a bolt out of the blue,
fate steps in and sees you through,
when you wish upon a star,
your dreams come true..."

He laughed lightly as he leaned back in his chair, an expression of humor being more than evident in his face, a smile in his eyes. I shook my head lightly, moving aside as someone passed by to get to their own seat. The commercials had been playing for quite some time, and the theatre was still lit, but that was to be expected, at least so I'd figured. We had come at least half an hour early anyways, and besides it was fun. I tossed a piece of popcorn at him as he teased me again, and I glanced aside at Thomas a moment later, and he laughed lightly at Zeke's false offended expression.
It was simple, and if nothing else I had to admit I loved spending time with these few people. Besides, social though I seemed, I didn't really have that many friends but still, the few that I had were the best I could have asked for.
In fact, they were better then anything I could have imagined.

{{ "fate is kind, she brings to those who love,
the sweet fulfillment of their secret longing.
like a bolt out of the blue,
fate steps in and sees you through..."

And you know, I haven't had my fairytale yet, and I've never glanced out my window to find you standing their with a single rose, but it doesn't mean I'll stop believing, that even a girl like me could find such luck in her life. And besides, maybe if I dream enough, it may come true.

{{ "when you wish upon a star,
your dreams come true..."

sorry for the block of words, I just had some inspiration when I saw the pets, just as a clarification, the pet with the red scarf is Zeke. ^^

[TigressJaguiar]

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Oh please write more!

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

@Whisper + Two & iPawki: You guyyyysss! I am not deserving of your love... You're spoiling me, yes sir. >.<
In all seriousness though, you have now idea how happy you've made me right now. Instant day booster, right there. The thought of anybody liking what I write that much...
I love you guys. <333


We go together like domain and range.

[micah]

@iPawki: My mouth was open the entire time I read that. It was so captivating, I just can't~~
Thank you for the comment, by the way; it really means a lot <3
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I've written much better, yet I feel the continual urge to update this story. Excuse the run on sentences or shallow comparisons... Maybe, just maybe, they feed into the mood and the theme?
I want to provide commentary because this is sort of a story that I didn't provide enough background info for the end to fully make sense. It really does to me, honestly, but...

Ensorcell ♂ xxx ♂ Threr

and as the day's woes fade
deep into an umber gray, a drooping shade
you question if they'll ever feel the same
no more brilliant ways, such a shame
the lovely sunrises are banished and locked up tight
for it is bad luck for anything to be so bright

( --part one )

( --part two )

( --and even as the whole ordeal was something he listed to himself, it was stressful. He knows better than to be such a daywalker, no matter if he rose the sun or if it was on the run. Of course now it could not shine, nor be divine; even when he closed his eyes, there was no light. Not even he twinkled intensely today, as opposed to when his whole body was shocking and breathtaking. He was a burnt out bulb that lit more than the kitchen, he lit the world, and the overcoming amount of failing was bogging him down. That and the fact that he was currently locked in a cellar, with no light to feed him and no life to breath him. Even his feathers, his dreams, could not cheer him up.
Struggling as the day progressed, he ripped every feather off of his being, declaring that the earth was only sickening. His own fingernails slipped down his mask, creating war-like battle markings. A note, six hours from dawn {or what wouldn't be}, was slipped under the door.
I sᴇᴇ I'ᴠᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴇᴇ-sᴘɪʀɪᴛ, ɴᴏ?
Every letter was professionally done, as if by a typewriter, but there was a small flaw with the "Q" and it tipped him off that this man's hands were like a weaver's gold. It actually took him awhile to realize that even in complete darkness, he could read such a thing.
Then it dawned on him.

This man was no evil-doer, no satanic warbler, but the very man who had trained him eons ago, back when the Mayans lushly gorged around. The thought chilled him to the bone, that this old thing could be the greatness it once was; the man he was before, Threr, was so... Different, understandable, appealing. Able to speak and write in sunlight itself, a true god of insane proportions. Ensorcell's eye twitched and his breathing became labored. "T-Threr," he coughed slightly and spoke once more, for clarification. "Threrocidous..."

The door creaked open and he wore a smile, one that drew blood, an orange-gold sap. So, the first day he met Threr was eons ago, and he shriveled again in the light that he was forcibly basking in. Threr held a big notepad, one with the same brick typeface.
ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴏʟᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ.
Ensorcell kept it to himself that he thought they had been more than friends, holding some flicker, but he was wrong. Threr's eyes held some form of sadness, one perhaps so deep and ambiguous it was nontransferable; maybe it was even too shallow and innocent that it meant no thing at all. Threr sat back down to write again, this time he was close to Ensorcell. Close enough to where Ensorcell could here his hollow breathing through his nose, and his pained, exaggerated movements.
ᴘ ᴜʟʟ ᴛʜesᴇ ssᴛʀɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇ ᴛ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇ
Finally it was not perfect and he smiled slightly to himself, feeling no remorse; it reminded him so freshly of the day he left Threr to be, down off in some tropical climate. When he left, he was so full of energy and bubbles, yet now he simply did his job and did it again, like a never ending cycle, like the heart's need for love beating continuously. It took him some good long thinking time before he realized just what strings needed to be tugged. Not Threr's mind, nor heart, or even lies, but the notches that held his mouth closed. He stared at his former friend, connection, with a blank expression. He could feel his blood heat up, thirty minutes until sunrise {exactly how long had he been sitting with him?} and he wasn't even in the right mindset to do so.
But his fingers traced along Threr's stitches, exploring until his fingers kissed the exposed thread. With a fatal tug he yanked the string out, which turned acidic and it singed through itself and it slipped across his fingers slightly.
"I guess I'm done here," said Ensorcell, sternly, much sterner than his lips could usually produce. Standing up, he ventured away.
He couldn't see how hard Threr was trying to talk, trying to move his lips coherently. They quivered and shook before he finally said something, slowly, painfully. "T-The sssun doesssn't have t-to be your only paradissse."
Ensorcell looked back and saw an emotion chained in Threr's eyes that he hadn't seen in... in eons. )

and as the day's woes begin
you'll wonder if they'll ever shine so bright again
they're honestly so divine
you wonder why you ever thought they could malign
the woes laugh with strife, a moxie so coated it's wholesome
with all members present in the quorum

[Tawny224]

Just a little story I wrote based on The Hunger Games. Morbid so beware.


(Alania) (The Little Girl)

She looked up, her brown hair falling matted around her face as she stared into the sky. A sky of soft white clouds, a sky of blue birds, the ones with the sharp teeth, the ones who kill. Her green eyes that once glimmered with happiness were now dull. The games had killed her spirit. Around her blood coated the grass, her brother who joined the games with her lay at her feet, his blue eyes wide and glazed, her own knife sticking from his chest. She looked over to see a twelve year old girl stammering to her feet, her whole body shaking. The girl clutched a hand to her shoulder which had been pierced by an arrow. Alania stepped back as she stared into the determined gold eyes of this little girl, whose family no doubt were screaming with joy as she gripped onto the life with cold fingers.
“Help me” the wracking whisper of the girl filled the air as she stared at Alania.
Suddenly the girl seemed less like a threat and more of a small child with a want to live, something everyone deserved. Alania stepped towards her and soon was rushing to where the girl stood, Alania noticed her whole body shaking and her lips turning blue.
“Its okay..” soothed Alania.
The girl grinned at her, blood covererd her teeth. Alania stepped back in surprise as the twelve year old whipped out a dagger and plunged it into Alania’s stomach. Pain blossomed through her body as she spit out blood.
Then the little girl dropped the dagger and stared up into the sky, tears streaking down her face.
“I’m coming home Mommy! We can all live in a grand house and Sam won’t ever have too little to eat,” the girl smiled up as she stared at where she knew the cameras would be watching her. “I’m coming h-”
The little girls excited speech was ended abruptly as Alania shoved the sword through her heart.
She watched as the little girl crumpled, her mouth still open to form the words that would never leave her lips. A tear splashed onto the little girls forehead as Alania leaned over her, reaching down gingerly Alania closed the little girls eyes for the last time. As she closed her own eyes the last thing she whispered to herself was “No one wins the Hunger Games” then she collapsed and drifted into darkness.


Sorry if you don't like it D: It's not very good.

[TigressJaguiar]

Just a little story I wrote based on The Hunger Games. Morbid so beware.


(Alania) (The Little Girl)

This story is sad, but good.

[Tawny224]

Just a little story I wrote based on The Hunger Games. Morbid so beware.


(Alania) (The Little Girl)

This story is sad, but good.

thanks so much That means a lot

[TigressJaguiar]

Just a short little story I wrote late at night and just now typed on a computer. It's sort of depressing.

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Emberwind and Ashstorm
Granddaughter and Grandfather
Hunter and Prey

Emberwind ran through the forest at a quick pase. Soon she stopped, scanning the ground for any sign of the trator. A strand of grey fir was caught in a bush. It still held his sent. She contined moving, following his tracks. Soon she came across a cave. Some of the rocks at the cave's mouth were streaked with blood. She sniffed them. Yes, he had been here. She entered the cave.

"Please don't kill me." He pleaded from the dephs of the cave. The trator was trapped, Ember could hear his claws scratch the back of the cave.
"Ashstorm." She growled. "It is the will of the clan. You must die, you trator."
"Oh Emberwind, how much you have changed." Ashstorm said. He walked out from the dephs of the cave and Emberwind gasped. She had not seen what the other wolves had done as they drove their disgraced Alpha from the clan. He was scarred and had a gaping wound on his flank. He smiled at her. "I remember when you were just a little pup, how we would play games and I would let you ride around on my back. I miss those times."

A tear dripped from Emberwind's eye. "I still love you grandfather, but I must do this."

And with that she ended his life.

Its just so... depressing. I don't know why I wrote it...