Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Poison Reaper]

There were flowers at my funeral.
Orchids. Purple orchids.
I liked that.
Everyone I knew was there, too.
Even Henry.
I hadn't thought that he would come; after all, we had been arch enemies for years.
I wasn't quite sure why I was watching my own funeral, but then again, death was nothing like I had expected.
I never saw it coming, for one thing. Nobody anticipates an explosion in their laboratory.
It hurt for a while, but then I sort of... woke up.
And the pain went away.
I couldn't stand to see my life's work go up in flames, so I stood up and walked off.
I saw my body behind me on the floor, covered in blood and broken glass, but I felt somehow detached from it.
A door that didn't exist opened before me, and I stepped through into what looked like a museum.
The door shut and vanished and just like that, my life was gone.
I wandered through the galleries of the museum for a while, wondering if this was my life flashing before my eyes.
The exhibits all centered on me, or on people I had known.
I saw my mother and father for the first time in my life, and a painting of the fire that killed them.
I saw a younger version of myself, dressed in a stiff uniform, as well as a picture of the orphanage where I grew up.
I moved quickly past the exhibits, pausing to smile at a rack that displayed my first lab coat before moving on.
turned a corner and saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks.
It was a machine that cast a flickering beam of light onto the wall, and in that light was a room.
It was as if someone had trapped the world inside a whirring black box.
I reached out to touch the beam of light and suddenly found myself in a church during my own funeral service.
I looked around, shocked, but it didn't seem that anyone could see or hear me.
There were flowers at my funeral.
Orchids. Purple orchids.
I liked that.

Aww, that's sweet C':

[starstream<=]

wrote this little blurb in hopes of getting my creative juices going. have to write a short fiction for my writing final tomorrow and so far i've got nothin'.
erm... enjoy?




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th.e dark one && the k.eeper o f t.he l i g h t


an eternal dance of life and death, hanging in the balance. two immortals, trapped in a dangerous game of shadows.
but the question isn't who will win, but who will love.

pristine blue and white fur, effervescent orchid eyes, delicately curved mouth eternally clutching the last bit of light left in the darkness of the world. her long black hair blew around her face in a velvety midnight curtain. a flock of snow white birds clustered around her, pulling the strands back from her face and heat of the lantern.
the lantern. her burden, so precious and yet so hard to bear. it was the last spark, the only bit of light left in the desolate universe. and it was hers to keep.

he lived his life in the shadows, the dark places, the night. for he was the night.
light, he loathed. the faintest gleam upon his pelt would make his blood well up and pour out of horrible wounds. it was his enemy, his hatred, and his... vice. for no matter how much he hated the light, it's keeper drew him back to the punishing glow. he showed is love in the way his blood ran down his pelt.

she loved him too. more than anything in this life and the next. her heart belonged to him.
but her duty, her soul, her entire existence was bound to the light, the one thing he was powerless against. his voice could whisper to her through the shadows, but each glimpse of him brought her pain as she saw the destruction it wrought upon his body.

whirling amidst the stars of the universe, they danced. a dance of pain and blood and light and love. a game of cat and mouse. their game of love and hurt.

their eternal dance.

[rose tyler, i]

wrote this little blurb in hopes of getting my creative juices going. have to write a short fiction for my writing final tomorrow and so far i've got nothin'.
erm... enjoy?




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&&

th.e dark one && the k.eeper o f t.he l i g h t


an eternal dance of life and death, hanging in the balance. two immortals, trapped in a dangerous game of shadows.
but the question isn't who will win, but who will love.

pristine blue and white fur, effervescent orchid eyes, delicately curved mouth eternally clutching the last bit of light left in the darkness of the world. her long black hair blew around her face in a velvety midnight curtain. a flock of snow white birds clustered around her, pulling the strands back from her face and heat of the lantern.
the lantern. her burden, so precious and yet so hard to bear. it was the last spark, the only bit of light left in the desolate universe. and it was hers to keep.

he lived his life in the shadows, the dark places, the night. for he was the night.
light, he loathed. the faintest gleam upon his pelt would make his blood well up and pour out of horrible wounds. it was his enemy, his hatred, and his... vice. for no matter how much he hated the light, it's keeper drew him back to the punishing glow. he showed is love in the way his blood ran down his pelt.

she loved him too. more than anything in this life and the next. her heart belonged to him.
but her duty, her soul, her entire existence was bound to the light, the one thing he was powerless against. his voice could whisper to her through the shadows, but each glimpse of him brought her pain as she saw the destruction it wrought upon his body.

whirling amidst the stars of the universe, they danced. a dance of pain and blood and light and love. a game of cat and mouse. their game of love and hurt.

their eternal dance.

Love it

[Ineedatribal]

Into my world
of darkness and silence,
you brought light and music.

When you lit my candle,
I began to see and understand
the taste and texture of love.

For the first time.

------

Your presence is being awaited
The time is coming near
You have filled our life with joy
With your little kicks, and your heart beat that we hear
You have made such a change
That brought a love so dear
We promise to keep you safe
To protect you from all you may fear
There will be so many memories to make
That will be sure to bring mommy a tear


As we wait for your arrival
Your daddy kisses, and touches you
Always waiting for you to move
When you finally do
His face light up with joy
You know his love for you is true


Your life will bring so much joy
Bringing all the family together
Making a family of our own
With a loving daughter, mother, and father
Forever.

xoxoxoxo,


Story?

[Kangarose]

Alejandro ------------------------- && ------------------------- Heather

now it's e.v.i.l [ v e r s u s ] w.i.c.k.e.d

She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins, the rising heat of competition. She was so close to victory she could almost taste it, yet she was so far away.

She could see him up ahead, sacrifice carried easily under his arm. He was nearing the top of the volcano, while she stumbled along behind, kneeling over under the weight of her own dummy, stumbling on the rocky path. No, she couldn't let him win. She deserved it so much more than he did.

Alright, everyone hated her. She hadn't exactly been the nicest competitor, but neither had he. At least she was honest with everyone, and she had gotten this far by pure skill. He was evil and manipulative, he had been as responsible for each person's elimination as if he'd personally been the one to cast each vote against them.

He was the bad guy, she was the good guy.

Ain't a t e a p a r t y...
... it's combat

She hated him, not just because she hated him, because she loved him. Knowing him was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and the worst. She couldn't let him distract her from the game, not when she had the best chance she had ever had at winning the million. She knew he was just trying to play her, like he had played the others, but never before had she wanted to be tricked by someone this much.

come on guys
move it fast
q u i c k q u i c k
i won't be last

Suddenly, she realized how much she had been dawdling while lost in thought. Cursing her own stupidity, she heaved the sacrifice higher up her back, and hurried along up the trail.

It looked hopeless. The weight of the dummy was holding her back, as though he was there too, trying to drag her back to where she had began, and she was panting and sweating from the heat of the volcano. He had a huge head-start, he had almost reached the peak of the volcano.

But the thought that she could just give up now never crossed her mind. She wasn't the type to give in, no matter how hopeless things seemed.

i'm gonna win it [y e a h !]
and you can't take it [n o !]
i'm right here in it [y e a h !]
but you just fake it! [o h !]

Now he was standing triumphantly, sacrifice held high above his head. The fire of victory was dancing in his eyes, as he gazed down into the fiery chasm below. He had beaten her to it, he was going to win. He was truly the better competitor. She winced, feeling as much terror as if he were throwing her into the volcano instead of her pineapple and driftwood effigy.

It was too much to bear, the fact that she was letting herself go down without a fight. Using her last shred of strength, she heaved herself up to the peak.

this show's a train it's m o v i n g f a s t
you and I weren't m e a n t t o l a s t

Characters from Total Drama World Tour.
Scenario from the episode Hawaiian Punch.
Lyrics from Versus, This Is How We Will End It and I'm Gonna Make It.
What did you think of it? Should I continue? ;3

[Dragon Reine]

Into my world
of darkness and silence,
you brought light and music.

When you lit my candle,
I began to see and understand
the taste and texture of love.

For the first time.

------

Your presence is being awaited
The time is coming near
You have filled our life with joy
With your little kicks, and your heart beat that we hear
You have made such a change
That brought a love so dear
We promise to keep you safe
To protect you from all you may fear
There will be so many memories to make
That will be sure to bring mommy a tear


As we wait for your arrival
Your daddy kisses, and touches you
Always waiting for you to move
When you finally do
His face light up with joy
You know his love for you is true


Your life will bring so much joy
Bringing all the family together
Making a family of our own
With a loving daughter, mother, and father
Forever.

xoxoxoxo,


Story?

So sweet <3

[iPawki]

@Wildmagic_warrior; I love this writing style~ o3o Wonderfully written. <3
@=>starstream<=; Ah, that was sweet <3


Caroline [♀] | Death [♂]

I don't have an easy job.

It isn't in the least bit pleasant, and to be honest it's not even a profession anymore. It's a lifestyle, which seems sickeningly twisted for someone like me. I haven't had a decent conversation in years; sometimes it's necessary for a distraction, for just a simple chat, but who would want to have tea with me? Ha. Visits from Death are normally frowned upon.

I've seen this world plenty of times. I've been to every corner of the earth, every small town and every barren region. Sometimes I have the decency to close their eyes. Most of the time, I don't; I'm not a particularly decent person.
Sometimes they try to hold on to their lives a little longer, driven by their love for life, for survival. Some are fighters. Most aren't.

And some are only children when I take them away.

One, I recall, was eight-years-old. It was her birthday.

I don't think she knew, though. She had probably lost track of time, probably forgotten what year it was. I had carried her from under the rubble of a broken building, leaving her body behind and holding her soul in my arms with a certain gentleness that I grant only to the younger ones.

She didn't have to speak; I could see the whole story through her weary eyes and posture. She did so anyway.

"It was terrible... you have no idea how bad it was there. No idea..."

I did, but I said nothing. There was no way the child could be eight-years-old; she looked so old, frail, tired, so sick of life. The girl-- Caroline was her name, I believe-- turned with a certain hesitance and looked me straight in the eyes.

Well, that was a new one.

Silence, then--"How's life?"

I would've laughed if I still remembered how to. She couldn't quite be serious, could she? But she was smiling, a genuine, pleasant smile, staring at me with expectant eyes. When I didn't answer-- I couldn't (What was I supposed to say? "Oh, you know, I've just been collecting dead souls for the past few millenniums. Life's great.")-- she carried on speaking.

"Thanks."

My voice was probably old from a ritual silence, but I had to respond. "For what?"

"Well... for getting me. I appreciate that."

In those moments, I remember, I thought back to the first words she spoke to me. It was terrible.
Suddenly, I understood: she was desperate.
No... it was worse than that. I've met many desperate souls, and never have they smiled at me so brilliantly. Thinking about it, though, it was probably better.
It wasn't my ideal chat with the biscuits and the tea, but it was close enough.

I sent her off, feeling quite lighter than I had in a long, long time.
It was nice.

[Kangarose]

Alejandro ------------------------- && ------------------------- Heather

now it's e.v.i.l [ v e r s u s ] w.i.c.k.e.d

She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins, the rising heat of competition. She was so close to victory she could almost taste it, yet she was so far away.

She could see him up ahead, sacrifice carried easily under his arm. He was nearing the top of the volcano, while she stumbled along behind, kneeling over under the weight of her own dummy, stumbling on the rocky path. No, she couldn't let him win. She deserved it so much more than he did.

Alright, everyone hated her. She hadn't exactly been the nicest competitor, but neither had he. At least she was honest with everyone, and she had gotten this far by pure skill. He was evil and manipulative, he had been as responsible for each person's elimination as if he'd personally been the one to cast each vote against them.

He was the bad guy, she was the good guy.

Ain't a t e a p a r t y...
... it's combat

She hated him, not just because she hated him, because she loved him. Knowing him was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and the worst. She couldn't let him distract her from the game, not when she had the best chance she had ever had at winning the million. She knew he was just trying to play her, like he had played the others, but never before had she wanted to be tricked by someone this much.

come on guys
move it fast
q u i c k q u i c k
i won't be last

Suddenly, she realized how much she had been dawdling while lost in thought. Cursing her own stupidity, she heaved the sacrifice higher up her back, and hurried along up the trail.

It looked hopeless. The weight of the dummy was holding her back, as though he was there too, trying to drag her back to where she had began, and she was panting and sweating from the heat of the volcano. He had a huge head-start, he had almost reached the peak of the volcano.

But the thought that she could just give up now never crossed her mind. She wasn't the type to give in, no matter how hopeless things seemed.

i'm gonna win it [y e a h !]
and you can't take it [n o !]
i'm right here in it [y e a h !]
but you just fake it! [o h !]

Now he was standing triumphantly, sacrifice held high above his head. The fire of victory was dancing in his eyes, as he gazed down into the fiery chasm below. He had beaten her to it, he was going to win. He was truly the better competitor. She winced, feeling as much terror as if he were throwing her into the volcano instead of her pineapple and driftwood effigy.

It was too much to bear, the fact that she was letting herself go down without a fight. Using her last shred of strength, she heaved herself up to the peak.

this show's a train it's m o v i n g f a s t
you and I weren't m e a n t t o l a s t

Characters from Total Drama World Tour.
Scenario from the episode Hawaiian Punch.
Lyrics from Versus, This Is How We Will End It and I'm Gonna Make It.
What did you think of it? Should I continue? ;3

[. Delirium .]

@Wildmagic_warrior; I love this writing style~ o3o Wonderfully written. <3
@=>starstream<=; Ah, that was sweet <3


Caroline [♀] | Death [♂]

I don't have an easy job.

It isn't in the least bit pleasant, and to be honest it's not even a profession anymore. It's a lifestyle, which seems sickeningly twisted for someone like me. I haven't had a decent conversation in years; sometimes it's necessary for a distraction, for just a simple chat, but who would want to have tea with me? Ha. Visits from Death are normally frowned upon.

I've seen this world plenty of times. I've been to every corner of the earth, every small town and every barren region. Sometimes I have the decency to close their eyes. Most of the time, I don't; I'm not a particularly decent person.
Sometimes they try to hold on to their lives a little longer, driven by their love for life, for survival. Some are fighters. Most aren't.

And some are only children when I take them away.

One, I recall, was eight-years-old. It was her birthday.

I don't think she knew, though. She had probably lost track of time, probably forgotten what year it was. I had carried her from under the rubble of a broken building, leaving her body behind and holding her soul in my arms with a certain gentleness that I grant only to the younger ones.

She didn't have to speak; I could see the whole story through her weary eyes and posture. She did so anyway.

"It was terrible... you have no idea how bad it was there. No idea..."

I did, but I said nothing. There was no way the child could be eight-years-old; she looked so old, frail, tired, so sick of life. The girl-- Caroline was her name, I believe-- turned with a certain hesitance and looked me straight in the eyes.

Well, that was a new one.

Silence, then--"How's life?"

I would've laughed if I still remembered how to. She couldn't quite be serious, could she? But she was smiling, a genuine, pleasant smile, staring at me with expectant eyes. When I didn't answer-- I couldn't (What was I supposed to say? "Oh, you know, I've just been collecting dead souls for the past few millenniums. Life's great.")-- she carried on speaking.

"Thanks."

My voice was probably old from a ritual silence, but I had to respond. "For what?"

"Well... for getting me. I appreciate that."

In those moments, I remember, I thought back to the first words she spoke to me. It was terrible.
Suddenly, I understood: she was desperate.
No... it was worse than that. I've met many desperate souls, and never have they smiled at me so brilliantly. Thinking about it, though, it was probably better.
It wasn't my ideal chat with the biscuits and the tea, but it was close enough.

I sent her off, feeling quite lighter than I had in a long, long time.
It was nice.

<3 I loved this so much! Amazing job!

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

Caroline [♀] | Death [♂]
It wasn't my ideal chat with the biscuits and the tea, but it was close enough.

This was really adorable, and well written to boot.
I love your style, iPawki. Everything you write is simply incredible
❤