Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[s y n]

shredded woes .&. aliria

who will save you from the reality that is
such terrifying fright?
who will rescue you from your own fate
as it plays with you in the dead of the night?

"A sweet little toy."
"A murderous madman!"



"Y-You're insane."
"Oh?" the chilling breath tickled my neck, sending shivers running through me. The voice that spoke was just as cold as the Halloween night eve and just as smooth as a strip of flawless dark velvet. "Perhaps it is I who is normal, and you who is insane." the voice continued in a musing tone.
"That makes no sense." I insisted, my fear pumping fire into my veins, the heat cooling down each time the man spoke. He was obviously crazy - Just some creepy madman with a razory smile, sharp silver eyes, and a totally cliché devil costume. His eyes matched the color of his hair. It looked as though the moon itself had bled silver liquid locks onto this man, dripping down to drizzle into the depths of his eyes and bury itself there, shining brightly. Those eyes were almost a blizzardy white in the direct downpour of the moon's light.
"How can you be so sure? I do not speak senselessly. I speak in riddles, child. I was not resurrected into this world to babble like a fool." he said, his voice persuasive and silky, as if he were preparing to talk a junk-addicted child into eating their vegetables by order of a hefty bribe. "Now, tell me - What do I look like to you?"
"A crazy dude with a tacky costume." I replied in a snappy tone, tiring of these games quite quickly. I just wanted to get to the biggest party of the year, a Halloween bash thrown by the guy of my dreams. Not get harassed by some idiot who was probably hopped up on some crazy drug.
"Costume?" he replied, glancing down at himself. He was wearing a black tuxedo, one that looked like the kind Count Dracula would wear. Velvety, authentically torn devil wings - inky black and deep crimson, with small curved claws at their points - hung at his sides, and very sharp-looking horns sprouted from the center of his head. He had a few cobwebs strewn about him, and he looked very eerie standing here in the cemetary. I was startled by the shrill cry of midnight-black bats as they went swooping down, very close to him, before flying off with high-pitched shrieks. He didn't even flinch.
I stood silent for a moment. Surely he was joking. But he looked generally surprised at my remark about his costume. I then let my features fall back into a fierce, demanding frown, my chestnut tan-brown eyes level and narrowed. "Look, don't you toy with me. I've a party to get to."
"Mmm, like one of those parties with those ridiculous getups and false portrayals of demons?'
"And how can you be so sure they're false?" I said with a challenging look, my arms crossing across my chest.
"Personal experience. We don't look like that, or act like that. And most of the time you don't even notice us. When you do, it's impossible to kill us. People believe that holy power will save them." he snorted as if it were something that was so obviously completely incorrect that it was laughable. "You mortals are so naive."
"W-What are you?" I stuttered, swallowing hard. He couldn't be normal... Couldn't be mortal...
"Your greatest nightmare."

[xo.coyote]

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.)

I looked back and saw this. I'm in love.
This is amazing <3 I read this part of the book last night. It brought me to tears, but this pair is amazing <3

[Alina_Mau]

Random couple time!

- ♥♥♥ -


Lalliana ♀ - ~~~~~ - ♀ Crystine

♥ these colors together *o*

- ♥♥♥ -


♂ - ~~~~~ - ♂

Though colors, bright my smile was faded
To make them feel better, my body was painted
To hide away the pain that I felt
As others, and myself, looked down at my pelt
But in you came with shades the same
With a laughing heart you felt no shame
With your gentle way you helped be raise above
And in the end I learned true love

- ♥♥♥ -


Desert Jin (Mother)♀ - ~~~~~ - ♂ Forest Spirit (Father)

♀
Glenda
(Daughter)
- ♥♥♥ -

[Rabbitheart]

Pet's name: Draiven

Pet's name: Brilla

"'I want a man to take a chance on a love that burns hot enough to last...'"
I'm working on a story for these two still. XD

[ika;]

{faramir && eowyn}

"No- no! Faramir, please, no."

Eowyn's imploring voice reaches my ears, stabs my heart with each syllable. I turn my cheek, inhale the sweet scent I only notice before I leave her. A tear slides across her porcelain cheek, leaving a track of sorrow in it's wake.

"I must." I begin carefully, not trusting the stability of my voice. I cannot look at her- if I do, tears of my own will come. She clings on to my arm, kissing my face and burying her golden head in my neck.

"No.." She breathes; "Don't leave me."

"I must."
I repeat, gently untangling her from my arms. "Eowyn, I promise I will return to you."
She says nothing, only stares into the distance now. I close my hand over hers. The riders are assembling, I can hear them outside. I can't stay around.

With a heart as heavy as lead, I kiss her and rush from the room, her pain wrought on my own skin- our wounds bleeding together.
The battle was to be a long one- a forty day march before and after. Buckling my armour panels tight, I risk one last glance over my shoulder.

Eowyn is standing at the window, hands clasped over her heart.

"I'll leave the lights on for you."

She calls, her broken voice catching in the wind.



-Why are all my pairings so sad? x3 It's Eowyn & Faramir from LOTR, if you were wondering <3

[Selcouth]

You know that feeling you get when you want to write something, but have no idea what to do?
And then you get an awesome idea, but completely fail at getting it penned down in a way that doesn't fail? So then you write something terrible and sappy instead, hoping that it'll fix something.
And it doesn't.
And, incidentally, you were supposed to be asleep five hours ago? :D
Yes. All of that is me right now.
Akhfsjdss what is this. D: How did I acquire the ability to write something so sappyyyy.

...Er. For whatever it matters, both characters are male; I just don't feel like hunting around for that little gender sign to put under them. |D" I don't think it matters, though? Just enjoy the adolescent kiddies in love.
By the way, this is really rambly. I was trying to have it read like the thoughts of a person- kind of fast and disjointed.

x-x-x-x

Normal boyfriends are sweet, unless they're not. Normal boyfriends are pale, and tan, and dark and everything in-between; normal boyfriends call up their partners and talk for hours {unless they don't}, normal boyfriends hold hands, even if they're shy and won't do it in public. Normal boyfriends go on dates and kiss and blush and try to act cool about it, even if they're freaking the hell out inside. Unless they don't. Normal boyfriends come from America, or Britain, Africa, Spain, Russia, China, India, and everywhere else on Earth.

Normal boyfriends are what other people have.

Yours, however- yours is tired and sweet but so very strange, doesn't hold hands because he's afraid he'll hurt you with his talons. He hasn't kissed you yet for a similar reason.
Yours is grey-skinned, with lines of electric turquoise that race along his body, pulsing with an inner light. They pool in circles of brilliant white on his shoulders, palms, knees, ankles and stomach, where a bellybutton should have been. You touched one once and it shocked you. He always wears turtleneck shirts; except not for very long, because he can't stand the heat. So he locks himself in the bathroom a lot with the shower on ice-cold, and you make hot chocolate for the two of you when he comes out, all shivering and jittering fangs with a disappointed scowl on his face. Then you sit on the couch and wrap yourselves in the ridiculous Snuggy you insisted on buying, watching the Discovery channel because he won't stop poking holes in every sci-fy show you watch.

He has gills, but they don't work because he tried to amputate them as a child.

He purrs when he sleeps, which is often, because days were longer where he was from and he's nocturnal. It makes his chest vibrate and you think he's a bit like a cat, because somehow he always ends up with his head on the computer or on your lap. You never mind, even though this makes you turn in a few essays a little later than you should've. His hair feels wiry when you run it through your fingers.

He's moody and unpredictable, which is perfectly predictable considering the situation he's found himself in. He hates how he's not ‘normal’ and beats himself up over the silliest little things, like the network of scars marking where his fins once were. At first, he would get so frustrated with the world that he would break things, but never anything really important. It never helped his guilt complex, either. You taught him to stop after he made a hole in the wall and your neighbors had a fit. Now he just sulks around from time to time, though you can usually shock him out of that, and he always ends up better in the end.
Sometimes you can see how young he really is- which isn't all that young, {you're already seventeen, after all! And he doesn't seem much older than that.} but in experience you may as well be ancient. He's scared and alone and you've seen this kind of behavior before, in the children you work with at the orphanage. He breaks down and bounces back up like an old but realible car, and is getting better and better all the time. He doesn't believe this, but you see it in the little things he does and it makes you so happy. You know he'll get the hang of this. You just have to explain a lot of things first.

Your boyfriend is not from America, or Britain, Spain, China or Russia. He's not from anywhere on Earth at all.
He doesn't remember where he's from. He just doesn't want to go back.
There's no one left there, anyway.

But the one thing “normal boyfriends” and your boyfriend have in common is this;
They both love the one they're with.

And even if he doesn't hold hands or kiss you {yet!}, hugs awkwardly and has trouble understanding what body language is, runs up your AC bill and has mood-swings like no other; it's all worth it. When you burrow under the covers and press your cheek against the scratchy fabric of his nightshirt, feeling the tiny electric shocks coming from where his heart presumably is, it's all worth it. Then he buries his face against the top of your head and whispers long sentences in his native language, and even though you can't understand it, it makes you feel warm inside and you know that- normal or not- you have the best boyfriend you could've ever asked for.

{You just haven't figured out how you're going to explain this to your mother, yet.}

x-x-x-x

[Cinn]

You know that feeling you get when you want to write something, but have no idea what to do?
And then you get an awesome idea, but completely fail at getting it penned down in a way that doesn't fail? So then you write something terrible and sappy instead, hoping that it'll fix something.
And it doesn't.
And, incidentally, you were supposed to be asleep five hours ago? :D
Yes. All of that is me right now.
Akhfsjdss what is this. D: How did I acquire the ability to write something so sappyyyy.

...Er. For whatever it matters, both characters are male; I just don't feel like hunting around for that little gender sign to put under them. |D" I don't think it matters, though? Just enjoy the adolescent kiddies in love.
By the way, this is really rambly. I was trying to have it read like the thoughts of a person- kind of fast and disjointed.

x-x-x-x

Normal boyfriends are sweet, unless they're not. Normal boyfriends are pale, and tan, and dark and everything in-between; normal boyfriends call up their partners and talk for hours {unless they don't}, normal boyfriends hold hands, even if they're shy and won't do it in public. Normal boyfriends go on dates and kiss and blush and try to act cool about it, even if they're freaking the hell out inside. Unless they don't. Normal boyfriends come from America, or Britain, Africa, Spain, Russia, China, India, and everywhere else on Earth.

Normal boyfriends are what other people have.

Yours, however- yours is tired and sweet but so very strange, doesn't hold hands because he's afraid he'll hurt you with his talons. He hasn't kissed you yet for a similar reason.
Yours is grey-skinned, with lines of electric turquoise that race along his body, pulsing with an inner light. They pool in circles of brilliant white on his shoulders, palms, knees, ankles and stomach, where a bellybutton should have been. You touched one once and it shocked you. He always wears turtleneck shirts; except not for very long, because he can't stand the heat. So he locks himself in the bathroom a lot with the shower on ice-cold, and you make hot chocolate for the two of you when he comes out, all shivering and jittering fangs with a disappointed scowl on his face. Then you sit on the couch and wrap yourselves in the ridiculous Snuggy you insisted on buying, watching the Discovery channel because he won't stop poking holes in every sci-fy show you watch.

He has gills, but they don't work because he tried to amputate them as a child.

He purrs when he sleeps, which is often, because days were longer where he was from and he's nocturnal. It makes his chest vibrate and you think he's a bit like a cat, because somehow he always ends up with his head on the computer or on your lap. You never mind, even though this makes you turn in a few essays a little later than you should've. His hair feels wiry when you run it through your fingers.

He's moody and unpredictable, which is perfectly predictable considering the situation he's found himself in. He hates how he's not ‘normal’ and beats himself up over the silliest little things, like the network of scars marking where his fins once were. At first, he would get so frustrated with the world that he would break things, but never anything really important. It never helped his guilt complex, either. You taught him to stop after he made a hole in the wall and your neighbors had a fit. Now he just sulks around from time to time, though you can usually shock him out of that, and he always ends up better in the end.
Sometimes you can see how young he really is- which isn't all that young, {you're already seventeen, after all! And he doesn't seem much older than that.} but in experience you may as well be ancient. He's scared and alone and you've seen this kind of behavior before, in the children you work with at the orphanage. He breaks down and bounces back up like an old but realible car, and is getting better and better all the time. He doesn't believe this, but you see it in the little things he does and it makes you so happy. You know he'll get the hang of this. You just have to explain a lot of things first.


Your boyfriend is not from America, or Britain, Spain, China or Russia. He's not from anywhere on Earth at all.
He doesn't remember where he's from. He just doesn't want to go back.
There's no one left there, anyway.

But the one thing “normal boyfriends” and your boyfriend have in common is this;
They both love the one they're with.

And even if he doesn't hold hands or kiss you {yet!}, hugs awkwardly and has trouble understanding what body language is, runs up your AC bill and has mood-swings like no other; it's all worth it. When you burrow under the covers and press your cheek against the scratchy fabric of his nightshirt, feeling the tiny electric shocks coming from where his heart presumably is, it's all worth it. Then he buries his face against the top of your head and whispers long sentences in his native language, and even though you can't understand it, it makes you feel warm inside and you know that- normal or not- you have the best boyfriend you could've ever asked for.

{You just haven't figured out how you're going to explain this to your mother, yet.}

x-x-x-x

I love your pairings on here, they are so unique and beautifully written.

[G.L'S]

Adele and Lucy

It was another dreaded day. Adele was asleep dreaming about love, romance and boys when her mother barged into her room. "Get up! You'll be late for school!" he mother chided and walked downstairs to deal with Adele's baby brother Adam, now screaming from most likely some sort of temper tantrum.

Adele groaned in protest but got up as well. She stumbled around her dark room looking for some nice clothes to wear. She grabbed some skirts and shirts and tried to pair them up when her mother yelled up the stairs, "Now!"

"Alright already!" she yelled and pulled something on, not even sure if it worked well together. She ran downstairs and grabbed a piece of toast her mother made and scrambled to get her books.

"Adele please, come sit and eat breakfast. I made porridge for you, it's cold out there," her mother crooned.

"Sorry mom, I can't. I have rowing practice. Don't worry mom, I'll be ok. Bye!" she called as she ran out the door and to the city bus stop.

...

Rowing was horrible that day. Adele's coach made them run outside for 3 miles to keep them in shape. Adele returned to her locker after prctice feeling very cold and now, sick. "Great. Best way to start the day," she muttered as she crawled into her locker and grabbed her books for homeroom.

"Now this is your new locker and you have homeroom with Mr. Dason. Everything else, just follow your classes lead," a voice echoed from out in the hallway.

"Thank you, another voice responded. It was a sweet voice. Quiet and soft sounding. As Adele's head was stuck in her locker, she let the sound of the girl's thank you ring through her head, her melodious tone sooth her. All of a sudden it clicked for her. "Mr Dason? I'm in his homeroom!" she yelled and tried to yank herself out of her locker.

"Who said that?" the beautiful voice called again.

"Down here!" Adele yelped as her voice echoed off the tin walls of her locker. After some struggling, she managed to pop back out and land sitting down on the floor. She brushed her brown hair from here eyes and looked up to see another girl looking down at her concerned. She was small and gothic looking but Adele hadn't seen anyone prettier before in her life.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"Huh?...oh ya! I'm fine!" Adele brushed trying to conceal her gawking.

The girl bit her lip to stifle a giggle and looked up at her. "You said you had Dason for homeroom? Mind if I join you?"

"Okay," she said, "I'm Adele byt the way."

"Lucy, nice to meet you," she said and skook her paw.

[Alina_Mau]

You know that feeling you get when you want to write something, but have no idea what to do?
And then you get an awesome idea, but completely fail at getting it penned down in a way that doesn't fail? So then you write something terrible and sappy instead, hoping that it'll fix something.
And it doesn't.
And, incidentally, you were supposed to be asleep five hours ago?
Yes. All of that is me right now.
Akhfsjdss what is this. D: How did I acquire the ability to write something so sappyyyy.

...Er. For whatever it matters, both characters are male; I just don't feel like hunting around for that little gender sign to put under them. |D" I don't think it matters, though? Just enjoy the adolescent kiddies in love.
By the way, this is really rambly. I was trying to have it read like the thoughts of a person- kind of fast and disjointed.

x-x-x-x

Normal boyfriends are sweet, unless they're not. Normal boyfriends are pale, and tan, and dark and everything in-between; normal boyfriends call up their partners and talk for hours {unless they don't}, normal boyfriends hold hands, even if they're shy and won't do it in public. Normal boyfriends go on dates and kiss and blush and try to act cool about it, even if they're freaking the hell out inside. Unless they don't. Normal boyfriends come from America, or Britain, Africa, Spain, Russia, China, India, and everywhere else on Earth.

Normal boyfriends are what other people have.

Yours, however- yours is tired and sweet but so very strange, doesn't hold hands because he's afraid he'll hurt you with his talons. He hasn't kissed you yet for a similar reason.
Yours is grey-skinned, with lines of electric turquoise that race along his body, pulsing with an inner light. They pool in circles of brilliant white on his shoulders, palms, knees, ankles and stomach, where a bellybutton should have been. You touched one once and it shocked you. He always wears turtleneck shirts; except not for very long, because he can't stand the heat. So he locks himself in the bathroom a lot with the shower on ice-cold, and you make hot chocolate for the two of you when he comes out, all shivering and jittering fangs with a disappointed scowl on his face. Then you sit on the couch and wrap yourselves in the ridiculous Snuggy you insisted on buying, watching the Discovery channel because he won't stop poking holes in every sci-fy show you watch.

He has gills, but they don't work because he tried to amputate them as a child.

He purrs when he sleeps, which is often, because days were longer where he was from and he's nocturnal. It makes his chest vibrate and you think he's a bit like a cat, because somehow he always ends up with his head on the computer or on your lap. You never mind, even though this makes you turn in a few essays a little later than you should've. His hair feels wiry when you run it through your fingers.

He's moody and unpredictable, which is perfectly predictable considering the situation he's found himself in. He hates how he's not ‘normal’ and beats himself up over the silliest little things, like the network of scars marking where his fins once were. At first, he would get so frustrated with the world that he would break things, but never anything really important. It never helped his guilt complex, either. You taught him to stop after he made a hole in the wall and your neighbors had a fit. Now he just sulks around from time to time, though you can usually shock him out of that, and he always ends up better in the end.
Sometimes you can see how young he really is- which isn't all that young, {you're already seventeen, after all! And he doesn't seem much older than that.} but in experience you may as well be ancient. He's scared and alone and you've seen this kind of behavior before, in the children you work with at the orphanage. He breaks down and bounces back up like an old but realible car, and is getting better and better all the time. He doesn't believe this, but you see it in the little things he does and it makes you so happy. You know he'll get the hang of this. You just have to explain a lot of things first.


Your boyfriend is not from America, or Britain, Spain, China or Russia. He's not from anywhere on Earth at all.
He doesn't remember where he's from. He just doesn't want to go back.
There's no one left there, anyway.

But the one thing “normal boyfriends” and your boyfriend have in common is this;
They both love the one they're with.

And even if he doesn't hold hands or kiss you {yet!}, hugs awkwardly and has trouble understanding what body language is, runs up your AC bill and has mood-swings like no other; it's all worth it. When you burrow under the covers and press your cheek against the scratchy fabric of his nightshirt, feeling the tiny electric shocks coming from where his heart presumably is, it's all worth it. Then he buries his face against the top of your head and whispers long sentences in his native language, and even though you can't understand it, it makes you feel warm inside and you know that- normal or not- you have the best boyfriend you could've ever asked for.

{You just haven't figured out how you're going to explain this to your mother, yet.}

x-x-x-x

ACK I love you so much right now XD....well more than normal ;D This is seriously wonderful and terribly sweet. I think it came out exactly the way you wanted it to be, like a person really thinking/talking to you and I love the way you ended it ;D ♥

[Selcouth]

@Alina Mau and Malicious: Aah, do you think so? o: See, I thought these two were rather... Cliché-ish, at least overlooking the alien aspect of it. I don't think I was going to post it, originally. |D; But then it got so big! I thought it would kind of be a waste to scrape it... They just don't seem that interesting of characters to me right now? I feel like I could have made their interactions a little better, even if it is all reminiscing... Well, mostly all.
Maybe that's just because it's so fluffy. o3o; I'm not good at fluff, haha.

Anyway- thank you very much. I don't know how I still seem unique, but I'll try to keep it up? Thank you both so much for following my stories, too! <3 It's really an honor to know that people keep reading my stuff, hah... Even though I don't always think it's that good, you guys inspire me to keep writing, so I really appreciate that! {And everyone else who comments, too; I read all of them and treasure each one so. ;w;}
Oh wow, it's already ten in the morning. Hahaha, I need to go to bed.