Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Steffi.]

xD Now you got me into the Hunger Games. I semi-borrowed the Katniss dog design, except that I don't have the store items, so it's not as cool. xD But here you go:



Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
Cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.

Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

(I didn't write this, it's from the book.)

[Sonmi-451]

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."

Part IV:

"I don't have a choice, do I? I either walk through that door and face whatever's in there or I'm stuck here. Oh, Lord God Almighty, this day - or however long it's been - couldn't get any worse!" Penelope settled herself down on the rough stone floor, knowing that failing to think all of her options through could very well result in death - for the third time? Even if she had died three times already, she was in no hurry to repeat the experience.
"I know I can't stay here, wherever here is," she murmured, gesturing to the hideous surroundings. "I don't know what's beyond that door, but my guess is it isn't very pleasant, considering my past encounters with such things. Well, I think I have to go through that door, and whatever's beyond it I can take; after all, I've already died twice, so I don't think that dying a third time would be that bad."
She rose to her feet again, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Death really wasn't that unpleasant, she reminded herself; one sharp burst of pain and it was over. Or at least she hoped all deaths were like that.

"I can't believe it, I just can't believe it!" she exclaimed, too stunned for any other coherent words.
"I know, child, I know. I know everything, you see." She tried to look up at God but found it impossible, considering that his face was always morphing between an infinite number of different expressions and shapes. "And my face is always changing because I am part of everyone who has ever lived, and therefore all of their faces are my own."
"Are you... Are you part of me?" she asked shyly, finally raising her gaze to look God in the eye. His irises were beautiful; she found their color-changing incredible rather than grotesque, as his face-changing was, and the intelligence and kindness radiating from them was overwhelming.
"Of course I am, child. In fact, I am even more a part of you due to your time spent in my presence." A beaming smile shone on his ever-transforming face, and Penelope felt instantly relieved.
"Well, why are you a he then, if you are part of everybody, including girls?" She returned his grin with a bashful one of his own.
"I am not a he really, as I am of both sexes; the male gender was given to me by men in the ancient times, and I am not fond of the stereotyping. After all, you women are invariably less hotheaded and judgmental than men."
"I still can't believe I'm talking to God." She shook her head at the wonder of it all, still stunned literally meeting her maker.
"And I can't believe I've gotten the chance to speak with you, child. You have always been special, ever since you born, and you were destined to do great things in your mortal life. Seeing that you never got the chance to do those things, I think that your time to be great has come, and I would like you to join me in the real heaven as one of my chosen few."
"What?" She mustn't have heard right; there was no way God would think the lowly, exiled angel Penelope was special.
"I want you to join me, in the real heaven," he - or rather, she and he and it - repeated clearly.
"But, but I'm just a lowly angel, not fit to serve as one of your chosen few," Penelope murmured quietly, believing with all her heart the words she spoke.
"Penelope, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent, and the time has come for you to refuse to feel inferior." Her eyes were glued to his, her breath taken away by such a profound statement. Instantly the revelation hit her; everything God had told her was true, and she knew that she had been called to serve.
"I am ready, sir," she replied, a smile spreading slowly but surely across her stunning face.
"Well then, my daughter, let us destroy all bonds holding you back and let us free you forever." Gently God reached up a hand and pulled the half-dark, half-light mask from her face, revealing her beauty for the whole universe to see permanently.

I think I did a pretty good job... any comments?

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Second and third gens don't get enough respect!

Tap at my window,
Knock on my door,

i
want
to
make
you
feel
b e a u t i f u l.

[TigressJaguiar]

xD Now you got me into the Hunger Games. I semi-borrowed the Katniss dog design, except that I don't have the store items, so it's not as cool. xD But here you go:



Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
Cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.

Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

(I didn't write this, it's from the book.)

Poor Rue. </3

[starry--knight]

Adopt virtual pets at Chicken Smoothie!

Everyone has a story
Everyone has a life
Everyone has a problem
And all have lived through strife.

But none have felt the pain I do
No one could comprehend 
The things I've seen to be true
The horrors waiting right around the bend.

My story is full of darkness
And tears that never end
A world filled with blackness
And who am I to pretend? 

Soon lies become my truth 
And sin becomes my life
And all I am enveloped
In a sea of blackened night. 

Story perhaps?

[Sally Sparrow]

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Your bright green eyes, they stare into my soul.
But I'm just a rain cloud, left out in the cold.
I saw you once, I loved you twice.
I just wish, you'd see me thrice.

Oh, Kiar, how should I say this?

The first time I saw you, you took my breath away. Your smooth pale skin. The way your hair swished and swayed as you talked to your friends. Your high, loud, giggle, that seems to be more wide smile and happy eyes than sound. And your eyes. Those bright green shards of emotion that shine brightly agains your mousy brown hair and dark eyelashes like a pair of moons shinning from a cloudless sky. Every bit of you is majestic. Magnificent. Beautiful.

I didn't deserve you. I never deserved you. I've always been just a guy, hanging around like a shadow in the corners. A small dark cloud. A girl like you never should've seen me, much less talk to me. Or go to that one wonderful dance with me. For that brief shinning moment, I was on top of the world. I was with you. For that moment, you were mine.

Then it ended. I made a mistake, I was a jerk. I'm not trying to defend what happened, I know what I did was wrong, but I also wish I had a second chance. But I know that's impossible. I said I'd never be sending this letter, right? Well, that's because I can't. Because that last night you went missing.

I should've walked you home. Put aside that silly argument and walked you to your house through the drizzling rain that night, even if we both knew it'd just be a quarter mile and awkward silence and listening to the sound of raindrops hit tree branches. But I didn't. And I regret that. I regret that so much.

I just wrote this for the hope that you'll come back, that they'll find you safe and sound. I wrote this to say... I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry.

-Gray.

P.S. I love you.

[sapphire-rose]

Just some random pairings I came up with.I think they go pretty well together, especially the bottom couple.


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[G.L'S]

Peaches and Timber

Just a pairing Idea, someone else ca write a story for it if they want to

[troyards]

xD Now you got me into the Hunger Games. I semi-borrowed the Katniss dog design, except that I don't have the store items, so it's not as cool. xD But here you go:



Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
Cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.

Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

(I didn't write this, it's from the book.)

rue!
your rue is pretty.

[Tatterdemalion]

The Jailer & & & His Prisoner

"Dancing with a ball and chain
Through it all we still remain
Butterflies around the flame
Till ashes, ashes, we fade away"
Birds of a feather - The Civil Wars

He tried to ignore it, she was a prisoner after all, he wasn't supposed to any of the things he did. Like volunteering to guard her cell, making conversation no matter how petty or how much her sarcasm stung, or dare to make sure she was comfortable in that god awful cell. It was lunacy, every last bit of his head screamed that at him no matter how small the act of kindness, but something wouldn't give. She was relentless, but he persisted, it was only a matter of time before something had to give.

He finally broke her.
She was becoming self conscious that her fondness was becoming obvious, in the way she laughed at all his jokes, the way she put forth such an exceptional amount of effort to keep him out of trouble, and the way she could feel her whole face light up at the mere sight of him. She felt like an open book, one where anyone within a visible distance could flip open the cover and skim through the pages without restriction. She tried to act normal, as if she didn’t feel her heart did a little flip inside her chest every time he smiled.

It didn't work.