Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Nonexistent]

  

Starlight
I will be chasing the starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms

My life
You electrify my life
Let's conspire to ignite
All the souls that would die just to feel alive

But I'll never let you go
If you promised not to fade away
Never fade away

[Freyàh]

You all get a random LeahPeter story because this conversation was too adorable to keep to myself. e_e Conversation actually happened through text message, I'm just giving it a fluffy story~


Peter ~ Leah

Awwww <3 So sweet.

[micah]

more coming soon.

Ilthic {m} xxx Désir {f}
Swamping about, he coiled around the town with five cents in his pocket. Tonight, he thought, he would eat well. She watched him with a stark intensity; her eyes smoldered like golden crisps and her lips were locked with the latter as well. She almost felt some sort of guilt, like she should help the boy who kept her alive.
But she could do no such thing, for she was an ideal- and more notably, his ideal of desire.
She had known him since he could speak, and she had known him very well from when he could write. Désir had known him extremely well since he could illustrate. He drew her, brought her to life, and threw her off of the paper. It was grand, it was great, but she was not free.

That's all he ever wanted for her, though- that's what he desired.

She had no ability to speak, so communicating was hard. Not that she tried to so often, she didn't leave her room much. Her room was an eight by eleven piece of paper, so delicately detailed and drawn out that there was no need to leave.
Her room, in the way it was set up, was similar to his life. His parents were quite rich, filthy rich, so rich it made one's stomach hurt. Their home was huge, and elaborate, and placed in the center of town. Ilthic, however, hated to be in that place. Not even one of his rooms could cheer him up on any given day- this is why he chose to hang out in the family's wine cellar. No, no, not for the wine, but the small enclosed space it was stored in. It was dank and gloomy, just how he liked things nowadays.
In fact, it was the very place he created Désir; one night, while sitting down there, he grew tired of drawing things he knew of and decided to draw something new. It was revolutionary to him- it was the birth of his creativity.

Now she watched him cross an alley.
A thick-bred man was standing at the end, appearing to be minding his own business. But Désir knew better, she had seen better {and worse, for that matter}; quickly fleeing from her room, she began to run. No one noticed her, even with her long pink hair or balloon that trailed from her waist. She realized this world was an ignorant one, one with no true feelings.
When she first reached the alley, she didn't see a thing. That was because her filter was on- she wouldn't see anything she didn't want to see. Eyes clouded with thick gold sparkles, she had to close them to witness the scene better. It was horrific.
The man was holding Ilthic by his shirt collar, and he was completely silent. His chest rose and fell, but sparingly.
"Now tell me where your family keeps their money, kid," he snickered and lifted him higher. "Or somethin' real bads is going to happen."
"S-Sir, I told you that I d-didn't kn--"

He was cast on the concrete and Désir screamed, but it was one not to be heard. She ran up to the fiend and began hitting him, with all of her might. "Désir..." The voice was faint. She turned to see Ilthic on the floor, with his eyes barely open. He cracked a wry smile, "You're... Fab-bricated, Désir, you're not real... not true..."

Her eyes began to spill with gold. It cracked and split on the floor, and it poured from the alley and into the streets. The few people that were out were astounded, and gathering it as quickly as possible. The man only saw two spouts of gold appearing from thin air; he fainted from his wildest dream coming true, his desire.

"There's nothing-g you can do."

[G.L'S]

Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight.
I wish I may,
I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight.

[vinyl]

Icarus ran as fast as he could,his paws thudding on the ground. Another figure followed behind in hot pursuit. He huffed and glanced behind him,letting out a gasp when he saw the follower. He turned and pushed on through the rain,a determined gleam in his eye. He let out a huff and skidded around a corner,sending up a shower of water. He turned down an alleyway and dove behind a dumpster,pushing his back to the building's brick wall,listening intently. Footsteps approached. He held his breath. They slowed and halted,then started up again,going back the way they came. He let out a sigh of relief,and slid towards the ground,exhaustion lulling him to sleep.
- - -
"Hi!" the voice jolted him awake. It was still nighttime,so he hadn't been passed out long,but the rain had stopped. He sat up and stared with confusion at the figure,then stepped forward. "Hello,my name is-" he cut off,realizing he'd just stepped into the light,and stared up with fear at the street lamp. He braced himself for her to flee,but nothing happened. "Aren't you gonna... run?" he asked. "No. Why would I?" she replied with an even tone. "Come into the light." he glared at her with suspicion. She stepped forward and his mouth hung open slightly. A gleaming ivory and gold band of fabric covered her eyes. "Hi... I'm Grace," she smiled shyly and pawed at the ground.
- - -
(Part one redo of my story "Monster")

[Harpy•]

Come closer, my d o v e...
I only wish for some of your b e a u t y

[{Mᴇᴍᴏʀʏ S ᴛ ᴀ ʀ.}]

more coming soon.

Ilthic {m} xxx Désir {f}
Swamping about, he coiled around the town with five cents in his pocket. Tonight, he thought, he would eat well. She watched him with a stark intensity; her eyes smoldered like golden crisps and her lips were locked with the latter as well. She almost felt some sort of guilt, like she should help the boy who kept her alive.
But she could do no such thing, for she was an ideal- and more notably, his ideal of desire.
She had known him since he could speak, and she had known him very well from when he could write. Désir had known him extremely well since he could illustrate. He drew her, brought her to life, and threw her off of the paper. It was grand, it was great, but she was not free.

That's all he ever wanted for her, though- that's what he desired.

She had no ability to speak, so communicating was hard. Not that she tried to so often, she didn't leave her room much. Her room was an eight by eleven piece of paper, so delicately detailed and drawn out that there was no need to leave.
Her room, in the way it was set up, was similar to his life. His parents were quite rich, filthy rich, so rich it made one's stomach hurt. Their home was huge, and elaborate, and placed in the center of town. Ilthic, however, hated to be in that place. Not even one of his rooms could cheer him up on any given day- this is why he chose to hang out in the family's wine cellar. No, no, not for the wine, but the small enclosed space it was stored in. It was dank and gloomy, just how he liked things nowadays.
In fact, it was the very place he created Désir; one night, while sitting down there, he grew tired of drawing things he knew of and decided to draw something new. It was revolutionary to him- it was the birth of his creativity.

Now she watched him cross an alley.
A thick-bred man was standing at the end, appearing to be minding his own business. But Désir knew better, she had seen better {and worse, for that matter}; quickly fleeing from her room, she began to run. No one noticed her, even with her long pink hair or balloon that trailed from her waist. She realized this world was an ignorant one, one with no true feelings.
When she first reached the alley, she didn't see a thing. That was because her filter was on- she wouldn't see anything she didn't want to see. Eyes clouded with thick gold sparkles, she had to close them to witness the scene better. It was horrific.
The man was holding Ilthic by his shirt collar, and he was completely silent. His chest rose and fell, but sparingly.
"Now tell me where your family keeps their money, kid," he snickered and lifted him higher. "Or somethin' real bads is going to happen."
"S-Sir, I told you that I d-didn't kn--"

He was cast on the concrete and Désir screamed, but it was one not to be heard. She ran up to the fiend and began hitting him, with all of her might. "Désir..." The voice was faint. She turned to see Ilthic on the floor, with his eyes barely open. He cracked a wry smile, "You're... Fab-bricated, Désir, you're not real... not true..."

Her eyes began to spill with gold. It cracked and split on the floor, and it poured from the alley and into the streets. The few people that were out were astounded, and gathering it as quickly as possible. The man only saw two spouts of gold appearing from thin air; he fainted from his wildest dream coming true, his desire.

"There's nothing-g you can do."

♥ I love this <3

[TigressJaguiar]

and
Pheonix and 13

"13. Hmm. I haven't seen you before. And I think I know why. You look like a rat! Disgusting!"

13 had spent the first part of his life away from the rest of his siblings, raised differently. He was younger as well, just by almost a week, but still younger. When 13 had been re-introduced to the rest of his family, he was shocked to see some of them were already all grown up. He had known some of his siblings would grow up faster then him, for the only two siblings he had known before this were already all grown up.

Jake and Alex were raised in the same tough way 13 was raised, so 13 stayed close to them to ignore the 23 new sets of eyes looking at him. 13 was scared. His brother and sister let him go off on his own, urging him to make new friends. 13 turned back to look at them, then bumped into a large, yellow object.

"Ouch!" It exclamed and walked back a few feet. 13 looked at the creature and saw it was a large yellow dog with purple markings, goat feet and horns. The dog looked down and exclamed with delight to see 13.
"So! You must be my new little brother! Nice to meet you! Name's Goat. How are you?" The yellow dog shook 13's paw excitedly and his tongue flopped out in a playful fasion. That got 13 to smile. "I'm 13. That's Jake and my sister's Alex."
"Hmmm, Alex. That's an unnusual name." Goat hummed, then laughed. "Just kidding. C'mon 13, I'll introduce you to the crowd!" Goat pulled on 13 paw and he had no choise but to follow. Then Goat stopped. 13 peeked arround the large yellow dog to see a beautiful creature.

She had sparkeling purple eyes and beautiful fir that changed from purple to yellow. She had a long poofy tail and two orange fiery wings. A silver tag saying "PPS" hung from her neck. "Where are you going Goat?" The dog said with an air of disdain. "I'm just going to show out new brother arround, Pheonix. His name's 13." 13 gave Pheonix a shy smile and a slight wave. Then a look of disgust spread over Pheonix's face. "13. Hmm. I haven't seen you before. And I think I know why. You look like a rat! Disgusting!" Pheonix said. 13 felt like he had been stung. "Pheonix, you don't really mean that, do you?" Goat said, the joy in his voice gone. "I did." Pheonix said. "I really know why they kept you away from me, the sight of you makes my feathers shiver." And with that Pheonix walked away. "C'mon 13. She is mean sometimes. She does it too all of us." Goat said and guided 13 over to a group of dogs, chattering away.

"These females are Fox, Sunrise, Felicia, and Sprout." He said motioning to the nearby group of dogs. The ones Goat had said were Fox and Sprout began to giggle, white Sunrise smiled and Felicia just sighed. "Goat, do you know where Jester is?" Sprout piped up. "I think he left to go to the river, sprout." Goat said. "Thanks!" Sprout said and ran off. Fox followed close behind. "Fox always acts like she is littler then sprout even though she is already an adult." Goat said to 13 as they walked away.

Then a large purple dog ran up to Goat, trailed by a pup with yellow eyes and one with a glowing moon on its tail. "What's wrong Zodiac?" Goat said. 13 automaticly assumed this "Zodiac" was the leader figure of this large family. "No, Goat. I just wanted to meet 13 here. I have already talked to your siblings and I wish to speak to you." Zodiac said and smiled at 13. They Zodiac began a long talk about the history of the family and a lot of other boring stuff. 13 let his eyes wander. He spotted a group of four pups peeking out from arround a corner.


He assumed the one with the funny ears and tail was "Jester". The one with the ragged ears seemed to be mouthing something to one of the pups near Zodiac. The pup with the moon on her tail mouthed something back and the four pups dissapeared behing the corner.
"13!"
"Huh?" 13 said and fixed his eyes back on Zodiac. "You can go and play now." 13 thanked Zodiac and wandered off. He saw the moon-tailed female slip away to where the 4 pups had dissapeared. He followed her down a dark corrador, the only light coming from her moon charm. The light dissapeared arround a corner. 13 heard voices. He smiled and stepped forward.
Into a dark, wet, hole.

(Might write more later, i have something in mind for those pups I receved in trades!)

[average]

please i beg you,
The water on the passenger seat window was running off sideways, on an unspoken route with slight ups and downs, and Alina concentrated on a single droplet, trying to ignore her pa's screams at her ma, who was gripping the steering wheel and yelling back. He spat insults at her and she replied with words such as 'God will judge you for your actions upon me'. This is how it was, even before Alina was alive, when they first came to America. He was better back then; she knew this only by her ma's stories. He was a doctor back in Ukraine, worked on barges for weeks at a time, leaving her ma alone with eight kids to take care of. Her ma worked too, she worked with the x-rays in hospitals. It was hard there; no diapers or baby food, let alone a car, and the nearest store was miles away. Alina couldn't imagine having to live like that.
tell me, tell me
When they got to America, her ma was quick to try and learn the language, first volunteering at the elementary school that her youngest children were starting school at, also trying to learn the language. But Pa was not like this. He didn't learn it, even with their kind neighbor's help, who helped them along and even took them to the hospital when Alina was born. Their names were Linda and David, and still to this day they checked in and bought presents for them, etc. They were like Alina and her sibling's godparents, although they were older than their parents. But even with their help, it was never enough. Her pa was a bitter man, and that seed was sowed deep into his heart, and it was too late to pull it out, for it grew thick roots and wrapped itself tightly around his heart. He first was mentally abusive, yelling and screaming, putting everyone down. But it was always Ma that had it the hardest. Pa would yell at her from the morning to night, night to morn.
all the things i want to know
Then it turned for the worse, he became even more hateful, greedy, and bitter. He would start being physically abusive, whether it was throwing boiling water at Alina's ma, or a shoe that he wore when he cleaned up the yard and their dog's feces, or even choking her; the last one was particularly recent. So on the way home from their weekly service at church, with her pa screaming behind her, Alina thought about these things with tears falling from her eyes, and she thought to herself, "When will it end?"
buttheraingavenoanswer

This is amazing! I really enjoyed reading it

Thanks; it means a lot. c;<3

[. Delirium .]

more coming soon.

Ilthic {m} xxx Désir {f}
Swamping about, he coiled around the town with five cents in his pocket. Tonight, he thought, he would eat well. She watched him with a stark intensity; her eyes smoldered like golden crisps and her lips were locked with the latter as well. She almost felt some sort of guilt, like she should help the boy who kept her alive.
But she could do no such thing, for she was an ideal- and more notably, his ideal of desire.
She had known him since he could speak, and she had known him very well from when he could write. Désir had known him extremely well since he could illustrate. He drew her, brought her to life, and threw her off of the paper. It was grand, it was great, but she was not free.

That's all he ever wanted for her, though- that's what he desired.

She had no ability to speak, so communicating was hard. Not that she tried to so often, she didn't leave her room much. Her room was an eight by eleven piece of paper, so delicately detailed and drawn out that there was no need to leave.
Her room, in the way it was set up, was similar to his life. His parents were quite rich, filthy rich, so rich it made one's stomach hurt. Their home was huge, and elaborate, and placed in the center of town. Ilthic, however, hated to be in that place. Not even one of his rooms could cheer him up on any given day- this is why he chose to hang out in the family's wine cellar. No, no, not for the wine, but the small enclosed space it was stored in. It was dank and gloomy, just how he liked things nowadays.
In fact, it was the very place he created Désir; one night, while sitting down there, he grew tired of drawing things he knew of and decided to draw something new. It was revolutionary to him- it was the birth of his creativity.

Now she watched him cross an alley.
A thick-bred man was standing at the end, appearing to be minding his own business. But Désir knew better, she had seen better {and worse, for that matter}; quickly fleeing from her room, she began to run. No one noticed her, even with her long pink hair or balloon that trailed from her waist. She realized this world was an ignorant one, one with no true feelings.
When she first reached the alley, she didn't see a thing. That was because her filter was on- she wouldn't see anything she didn't want to see. Eyes clouded with thick gold sparkles, she had to close them to witness the scene better. It was horrific.
The man was holding Ilthic by his shirt collar, and he was completely silent. His chest rose and fell, but sparingly.
"Now tell me where your family keeps their money, kid," he snickered and lifted him higher. "Or somethin' real bads is going to happen."
"S-Sir, I told you that I d-didn't kn--"

He was cast on the concrete and Désir screamed, but it was one not to be heard. She ran up to the fiend and began hitting him, with all of her might. "Désir..." The voice was faint. She turned to see Ilthic on the floor, with his eyes barely open. He cracked a wry smile, "You're... Fab-bricated, Désir, you're not real... not true..."

Her eyes began to spill with gold. It cracked and split on the floor, and it poured from the alley and into the streets. The few people that were out were astounded, and gathering it as quickly as possible. The man only saw two spouts of gold appearing from thin air; he fainted from his wildest dream coming true, his desire.

"There's nothing-g you can do."

♥ I love this <3

I agree! This was phenomenal!