Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Steffi.]

xxx

i'm there, yeah i serve them, the one with the empty looking eyes
come closer, you'll see me: the face that is used to telling lies

take me take me to the riot
(take me to the riot//stars)

I love you. ♥♥

[troyards]

xxx

i'm there, yeah i serve them, the one with the empty looking eyes
come closer, you'll see me: the face that is used to telling lies

take me take me to the riot
(take me to the riot//stars)

I love you. ♥♥

thank you!

[anonymouse]

xxx

i'm there, yeah i serve them, the one with the empty looking eyes
come closer, you'll see me: the face that is used to telling lies

take me take me to the riot
(take me to the riot//stars)

Ohmygosh, yes! ♥
I love the dogs you used, the dog for Peeta fits perfectly. And as for Katniss, perfection with the items. ^^

[vinyl]

She was incredibly scary,yet so beautiful to the wolf. He spotted her from across the ballroom at the punch bowl,sipping some out of one of the glasses. He walked over to her,trying to look as tall and powerful as possible. He leaned against the counter,staring into the black voids of her eyes,encased by a pastel ivory mask. She perked her ears up. "Hey," he grinned at her "Nice costume," She stared at him. Finally,the winged canine spoke. "Would you believe me if I told you that you'd die in this very room?" the wolf frowned,confused."Huh? What do you-" she lashed out at his throat,tearing a long,jagged gash in it.He gasped,collapsing on the ground,coughing,panicked,and bleeding to death. She smiled sweetly for a moment until the grin twisted into a nasty sneering snarl,then spun around and walked away with a slight bounce to her gait. "I... love you..." He whispered hoarsely before closing his eyes,never to stir again.

[L0vey_D0vey_]

Locked Doors....................................Penelope......................................Shut Windows

Heaven is perfect, heaven is wonderful.
Or at least that's what Penelope was always told.
But even in heaven there are things to be hidden.
Even in heaven everyone cannot be trusted.
Even in heaven there are locked doors and shut windows, with secrets behind every one.
And even in heaven, those locked doors and shut windows and the secrets they hide
Can mean death.


Death really wasn't painful, Penelope reflected. One sharp burst, and it was over; her pride had been more hurt than her physical body because she had died in disgrace, a hated outcast. But in heaven, everyone was beautiful, everyone was perfect, everyone was the same. There was no conflict, because everyone knew everything about everyone, so their were no secrets. Or so Penelope thought.

She longed to take her mask off, as it just felt wrong, but her fear of the punishment - being cast out from heaven, never to return - was greater than her urge to rip the thing off her face. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her pink eyes and kept her gaze well away from anyone else's; in heaven people could read each other's minds with just one second of eye contact and thinking about breaking the Holy Rules was just as bad, with the same consequences, as actually disobeying them. It was interesting, she thought, that structure and rules - the same things that caused so many problems and so much restriction on Earth - were used to make everyone free in heaven. But she was just a lowly angel, one of millions, not fit to think about such things as the many paradoxes of heaven, and it was treason against the most holy and perfect Lord God himself if one were to think about such things. And there was another contradiction - you knew everything but were only allowed to think about certain things. Everywhere she turned hypocrisy was blatant, but she was the only one that seemed to know or care. Perhaps that was because she was, like always, an outsider, different, this time shunned for thinking about the unthinkable. It was the story of her life- and now apparently her death.

The first whisper she had heard in almost a thousand years tickled her ears and pulled at her curiosity, drawing her towards its source. The thought that eavesdropping probably wasn't smiled upon crept into her mind as she stood silently with her ear pressed against the door; however, the idea that heaven was based upon unity and all-knowing was being violated merely by the closed door, so she figured that her sin could be excused in the wake of the huge one she had discovered.

"We will die if we are caught!" a sharp voice murmured, and Penelope instantly knew who it was: Laviticus, the Most Noble and Righteous Chief of the Elders Council.
"No stupid angel is going to find us out; they still think heaven is perfect!" the sly, intelligent Marcus, the Most Noble and Righteous Overseer of Justice, shot back, and she could picture in her mind exactly what he looked like, the vivid image of his stunningly handsome, almost cruel, mask-hidden face filling her mind. Gritting her teeth slightly at the insult against her and all of her fellows, she resolved that she would listen to the best of her ability in the name of the justice of heaven. Although, with the Overseer of Justice being involved in the scandal, she didn't know who would deal out his punishment.
"Now, what we have to do is find some way to get rid of that old fool Aurelius..."

Penelope's eyes widened in horror as she listened to their plan; they were going to try to murder His Holiness Aurelius, King of the Angels, and then claim themselves Princes of the Angels in his place.
"Such treachery must be stopped!" she murmured to herself, then floated off silently to go expose their wrongdoing to all of heaven.

Part II:

"I am not lying!" Penelope's throat burned like fire from lack of water and her voice was low and cracked due to overuse, but she knew that to become silent would mean her death.
"You must be, because the Most Noble and Righteous Overseer of Justice and the Most Noble and Righteous Chief of the Elders Council could not be involved in such a scandal! You should know that telling such a defamatory lie, especially one involving two of the most important angels in heaven, means-"
"Execution; yeah, I know." Penelope affixed her questioner with a stunning magenta that had wooed many a man during her mortal life; generally she was discouraged from looking anyone directly in the eye due to the fact that her irises were so much prettier than what was normal and therefore acceptable, but she figured that, considering the situation she was in, her eye color was the least of her worries. "I am not crazy, and I am not lying. After all, would I tell a lie that would kill me?" She managed to keep her voice calm and level, even though the inner turmoil she was experiencing was equal to being thrown in a hurricane.
"No, I suppose not." Her questioner seemed sobered by her cool words, or perhaps just was taken with her sheer beauty; Penelope didn't care which it was, since he had shut up finally. "But, but... then everything we've been told about heaven being perfect is a lie!"
Now it was her turn to be stunned. "Yes, I guess so," were the only words she could muster. As her brain began to process the enormity of the lie they had been told, she murmured out loud, "Well, doesn't that mean that heaven doesn't exist? Because heaven is perfection, and if there isn't any perfection, then how can there be heaven?"
"I... I don't know. I don't know anything anymore." His voice dwindled into nothing, and she almost felt sad for him, even though a moment before he had been threatening her with death.
"I don't think anyone does, so you're in lots of company, even if it isn't so good." His mouth twitched involuntarily at her comment, and Penelope gave him a small smile.
"Too true," he agreed. "Well, you might as well go." He gestured towards the perfectly white door and she rose from her seat gracefully. Just as she was about to exit, she paused and turned, saying to him with all of the sincerity in her heart, "Thank you."

"Heaven is just an illusion, and so is perfection," Penelope murmured to herself, not angry but resigned to the fact. "What is this place, then, if it isn't heaven?" The landscape around her was stunningly beautiful but eerily silent; surely a real heaven would be full of life, not of lies. "It it perhaps hell in disguise? Or is it maybe still Earth, and my death and all the time I've spent here are just illusions as well?" The thoughts chased each other around in her head like an eternal game of cat and mouse, giving her an unbearable migraine. Falling to her knees, she brought her hands clumsily up to her temples, attempting to stop the pain that was making her see double.
"What is happening?" she asked aloud of the wilderness around. Her question remained unanswered as she collasped, unconscious.

Part III:

"Am I dead again? If I am, I really hope I'm not in another false heaven." Penelope lifted her hand slowly, expecting the movement to take more effort than she could give. A jolt of realization electrified her blood as she discovered that her hand was weightless, and, raising it to in front of her face, she saw that it was a pure white, so brilliant that it was almost blinding to look at.
"What has happened to me?" she asked aloud, letting her hand fall back down to the surface she was laying on. Looking around her, she found that she was in some kind of cloud of mist permeated with white light. However, the light didn't seem to have a source; it seemed to come from the mist itself. As though a trigger had been pulled, instantly pain shot through her head, making her eyes water profusely.
"Well, my head hurts too much for me to be really dead, but that still doesn't answer the question of my whereabouts." When her vision had finally cleared enough for her to see her surroundings again, a gasp escaped her mouth as she saw they had changed drastically. Now she stood in the middle of a dungeon of sorts, with chains hanging from the walls, a single immaculate shut window and a lone perfect door.
"That's odd." Penelope eyed the door and window with growing suspicion, knowing she had seen them somewhere before, when it hit her; they were of the same exact design as the doors and windows inside the palaces of heaven.
"Oh no." Her heart sank down to her navel and she swallowed the lump of panic in her throat with some difficulty. "Is this some test?!" she cried aloud to the stone ceiling. "Are you trying to see how much I can stand before I break?!"
Her voice all of its volume and conviction until it was almost inaudible. "Because I think I'm already broken."

Should I do a part IV?

YES!!!!!

[troyards]

xxx

i'm there, yeah i serve them, the one with the empty looking eyes
come closer, you'll see me: the face that is used to telling lies

take me take me to the riot
(take me to the riot//stars)

Ohmygosh, yes! ♥
I love the dogs you used, the dog for Peeta fits perfectly. And as for Katniss, perfection with the items. ^^

thank you!

[Wlyrout]

xxx

i'm there, yeah i serve them, the one with the empty looking eyes
come closer, you'll see me: the face that is used to telling lies

take me take me to the riot
(take me to the riot//stars)

I will now love you forever. *squeezes* I named my dog IRL Katniss. <3

[troyards]

xxx

i'm there, yeah i serve them, the one with the empty looking eyes
come closer, you'll see me: the face that is used to telling lies

take me take me to the riot
(take me to the riot//stars)

I will now love you forever. *squeezes* I named my dog IRL Katniss. <3

thank you!
somanypeoplecommentingonmystuffwhatdo

[Alina_Mau]

You can run, you can hide
But you'll always be that monster inside
You can run from them
You can hide from me
But there is only one you, that you can be
Deny all you want and try all you might
Feel free to fight the good fight
But I fly by your side, close as can be
For as ugly as we are to them
You will always be beautiful to me

A mutant, a monster, this three eyed beast hides and cries. She's used to being hated, ridiculed, but during Halloween she likes to disguise herself and join the festivities. She met the demon crow and they fell madly in love while she was in disguise but now she's afraid that once he finds out who she really is, he won't love her anymore. In turn the demon crow is hated and feared by most and her love is more cherished by him than anything else in the world and, in truth, he saw through her disguise all along. She ran from him in fear of her love and her life and trapped in a courtyard pinned to the wall he whispers this poem gently in her ear before taking her away forever to his realm where her horrid, feared features are beautiful and incredible.

haha i dressed her up for halloween and thought it would be cute for her to try and "hide" her 3rd eye XD

[L0vey_D0vey_]

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