Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[warlord.]

The two in my signature. <3 They're from an rp I do with a friend~

[Steffi.]

I stand in a dark alleyway. Nobody questions my dark appearance. Most people from here are rather dark. Drug addicts, alcoholics, things like that. They are not pure, not preferred. They taste tainted, smell tainted, and it's unappetizing. Someone had told me they were not important to the world, though, so they would not be missed. I could have them all and nobody would notice. Except I didn't want any of them.

The menu at this restaurant has everything you'd ever want,
But nothing that quite fancies me.

Several people attempt to sell me odd substances which I refuse. They can tell I'm rich by my clothes, and I can hear them whispering about why someone like me is here. The common people here are nothing like me. Nothing like me at all.

I do not want the steak bearnaise, I do not want the duck flambes,
These specials don't sound special to me.

Suddenly, I smell something so pure, so perfect, it takes all my strength not to attack it right there. I turn around to see a fat young man in bright clothes. He has a huge smile on his face and looks more out of place than I do. But I know that he is what I want. So I make small talk with him. And eventually, I get his name.

I'd rather eat Randy.

I have this feeling that someone above me is smiling. They know that I'm trying my best to starve, to only go for people who will not be missed. People who do bad things. This young man is my gift for staying strong. I smile to myself thinking of this.

God is great, God is good, let us thank him for this
Randy.
Amen.

This boy really is a lot heavier than the others. I suspect he was in a rich family and just got kicked out. He's probably hungry despite his weight. I think of how much blood must be flowing through his veins. They will be so much longer since they have to stretch over his fat bodice. It makes my skin tingle with pleasure.

Randy is a three-course meal, plus dessert to seal the deal,
Oh, and I'll be needed a to-go box!

There's no other person in this whole alley I want more. This boy is the person. And I can make it even better for myself...

I'd rather eat Randy.

I whisk the boy home after an offer of living with me and his consent. I spend the next few weeks praising him, earning his trust, getting him to love being in my house. It's the least I can do before his days end.

Happy birthday Randy!
Randy, it's so good to see you!
Would you like to ride my bicycle?
Randy, wish me a happy anniversary, would you?
Randy, would you like to go on a picnic with me?
Randy, we're so proud of you, Randy.

But I offer him food. So much food. Everything in my kitchen is for him since I can't eat it myself. He gladly takes it, earning himself a few extra pounds to stretch over. His blood must be filled with sugar. No alcohol or drugs to make him taste off; just sugary sweetness to make it taste extraordinary.

Eat, Randy.

Finally, it has come. The day he decided it was time he left. I nodded sadly, offering him one last night at my house, which he accepts happily. Then, in the middle of the night, I sneak to his room while he sleeps. I puncture his neck and eat more vigorously than even he had for the past month. It's over in less than a few minutes, and all that's left is a pale, fat boy with two clean holes in his neck dressed in bright pajamas. He could be sleeping. But he's not.

I'd rather eat Randy.



((If you know this song, marry me. c8))

[Aviatrix]

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and

Tears rushed down my cheeks. Why why why... I thought over and over as I ran down the sidewalk, rain pouring over me. Why does everyone hate me? What did I do to them? In my rush of confusion and pain, I never saw the girl in frount of me until I crashed smack into her.
"Woah, buddy, what's the rush?" she questioned as I sat up. I finally to managed get a good look at her, since I couldn't exactly do such when colliding with her. She was a walking rainbow. Rainbow shirt, rainbow shoes, and a rainbow bow in her hair. The exact opposite of me. And against what many people would initailly think, she pulled off the look very nicely. She suddenly seemed to noticed my condition for the first time.
"Hey...are you ok?" she asked, crawling over to sit next to me. I shook my head slowly. "Well, what's wrong?"

Tell me when it rains

I looked up in confusion. Why would this girl, someone I didn't in the slightest know, care about me when even my friends didn't? But for some reason, I felt compelled to tell her my story. And so I did. I told her everything. My unloyal, backstabbing friends, and how they always talked about me behind my back, and were tearing me down emotionally. How nobody understood how badly I was hurting, and thought I was completely overracting. And how...how I was suicidial. How on many occasions I had wanted to kill myself and end the constant pain. And how I had come so close to doing such. She listened silently and intently, nodding every once in a while. I was in tears again by the end of my story. I looked up at the girl with filled eyes, waiting for her to speak as the rain ceaselessly trickled over us. Finally, she did.

And I'll blend up that rainbow above you

"I understand." I blinked in surprise, cocking my head.
"W-what?" I stuttered out. She smiled gently, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"I said, I understand," she repeated. "I've felt the same way before, the same things happened to me. I was suicidal." I shook my head to this. How could this girl, a living rainbow, bright and cheery, have possibly felt like a grayscale such as myself? There wasn't possible way. She laughed quietly and nodded gently. "Yes, I have. I know that you mustn't be able to believe that someone like me could have ever felt how you feel now. But I repeat agian, I have. I know how badly it hurts, and I don't want to watch someone else go through it. So I'm going to help you."

And shoot it through your veins

I gawked at the girl. She was sure was full surprises. My face must have looked funny, because she burst out laughing.
"Yep! You heard me right!" she said, leaping to her feet, still laughing. It was a rather...nice sound. She offered me a hand, which I took gratefully. Once standing, we suddenly seemed to notice the rain, which had been previously ignored.
"Wow...we're wet..." I said slowly. The girl laughed again, the pretty noise filling the air.
"You just noticed? C'mon, let's go to my house and dry off," she suggested. as we started walking, I realized I didn't even now this girl's name. I gently reached out to tap her shoulder. She turned to look at me.
"Yeah? What is it?" she asked.
"Well, you know more about me than anyone ever has...and I don't even know your name..." I mumbled, looking sheepishly at the concrete.
"Oh, I'm sorry! My name's Paige!" the rainbow girl exclaimed, as bright as her outfit. I smiled.
"Paige...it fits you," I replied. "My name's Chase." Paige grinned.
"Well, Chase fits you!" she said happily. "Now c'mon, let's get out of this rain."

To this day, Paige and I have never parted ways since.



Song: Rainbow Veins - Owl City

[Iluff Llamas]

I stand in a dark alleyway. Nobody questions my dark appearance. Most people from here are rather dark. Drug addicts, alcoholics, things like that. They are not pure, not preferred. They taste tainted, smell tainted, and it's unappetizing. Someone had told me they were not important to the world, though, so they would not be missed. I could have them all and nobody would notice. Except I didn't want any of them.

The menu at this restaurant has everything you'd ever want,
But nothing that quite fancies me.

Several people attempt to sell me odd substances which I refuse. They can tell I'm rich by my clothes, and I can hear them whispering about why someone like me is here. The common people here are nothing like me. Nothing like me at all.

I do not want the steak bearnaise, I do not want the duck flambes,
These specials don't sound special to me.

Suddenly, I smell something so pure, so perfect, it takes all my strength not to attack it right there. I turn around to see a fat young man in bright clothes. He has a huge smile on his face and looks more out of place than I do. But I know that he is what I want. So I make small talk with him. And eventually, I get his name.

I'd rather eat Randy.

I have this feeling that someone above me is smiling. They know that I'm trying my best to starve, to only go for people who will not be missed. People who do bad things. This young man is my gift for staying strong. I smile to myself thinking of this.

God is great, God is good, let us thank him for this
Randy.
Amen.

This boy really is a lot heavier than the others. I suspect he was in a rich family and just got kicked out. He's probably hungry despite his weight. I think of how much blood must be flowing through his veins. They will be so much longer since they have to stretch over his fat bodice. It makes my skin tingle with pleasure.

Randy is a three-course meal, plus dessert to seal the deal,
Oh, and I'll be needed a to-go box!

There's no other person in this whole alley I want more. This boy is the person. And I can make it even better for myself...

I'd rather eat Randy.

I whisk the boy home after an offer of living with me and his consent. I spend the next few weeks praising him, earning his trust, getting him to love being in my house. It's the least I can do before his days end.

Happy birthday Randy!
Randy, it's so good to see you!
Would you like to ride my bicycle?
Randy, wish me a happy anniversary, would you?
Randy, would you like to go on a picnic with me?
Randy, we're so proud of you, Randy.

But I offer him food. So much food. Everything in my kitchen is for him since I can't eat it myself. He gladly takes it, earning himself a few extra pounds to stretch over. His blood must be filled with sugar. No alcohol or drugs to make him taste off; just sugary sweetness to make it taste extraordinary.

Eat, Randy.

Finally, it has come. The day he decided it was time he left. I nodded sadly, offering him one last night at my house, which he accepts happily. Then, in the middle of the night, I sneak to his room while he sleeps. I puncture his neck and eat more vigorously than even he had for the past month. It's over in less than a few minutes, and all that's left is a pale, fat boy with two clean holes in his neck dressed in bright pajamas. He could be sleeping. But he's not.

I'd rather eat Randy.



((If you know this song, marry me. c8))

:O I LOVE THIS SONG. <3 I just cannot believe someone made a story about it. xD Julian Smith ish so HAWT.

[darlin' belle.]

Haunted Memories in Twilight

Brunette curls are spilt across the crisp white shell, framing a gaunt white face. Her dark brown eyes are framed with long, tear-stained lashes, accenting the pain inside.
He doesn't love me.
There. That didn't hurt so bad, did it?
He doesn't like me.
Oh, who are you kidding?
She pushed a stray strand out of her eyes.
Why'd I even get my hopes up in the first place?
Stupid human instinct. Always clinging on to hope.
She absent-mindedly fiddled with her left golden stud. She was still figuring out why she kept it in. No-one else wore earrings now anyway. Hadn't for three years. Six months after she'd finally got them done.
He doesn't even know I exist.
If only. The things you regret. Pointing out the obvious where it was meant to be a joke. Especially one you weren't part of. Never were. Never will be.
She ran her fingers through her hair, causing the stray hair to fall back into her eyes. She didn't bother pushing it back. It would just keep on falling out of place. Just like her heart. 
Get over it.
Maybe that oh-so-confident internal voice was right. But confidence wasn't part of her nature anymore. Confidence is like pride. It comes before a fall.
It's not like this hasn't happened before, or isn't happening right now, or won't happen again. I'm not some kind of exception.
She imagined the stars shining above her, millions of them in a never-ending universe. Just like her. Nothing special. Nothing paticularly stand out from any other star. Just making up numbers. 
There's nothing to get all heartbroken about. There never was.
She switched onto her side. Recalling every too-loud laugh, the excessive use of my name. Giggling in the seat behind with that girl. What was her name? Lily. Yeah. They were best friends.
What happened to her? She hangs out with that Tayla chick now, right? The one who had that pregnancy scare.
She stopped catching the bus long after he was gone. Even before that she'd faded into another background noise.
Get over it.
That one was obvious long ago.
But she couldn't shake that image. It'd been an honest mistake. She hadn't meant for the bus to turn so sharply. She hadn't meant to fall on top of him. She had apologised. She could still remember the exact words.
"Ohmygosh I'm sooo sorry." Pause. "Uh... Hi."
That look. The look of... What was it? Contempt? Disgust? Like how you'd look if someone accidentally flicked a half eaten tofu burger on your shoe. Such an ugly look on such a beautiful face.
No words were necessary. She knew that look. She had been on the recieving end of that look her whole life. But never from him.
I never saw him again.
It'd been a year. No, two. The 'getting over it' ship had sailed.
A new tear ran down her face, shimmering in the half-light.
Get over him.
Unlikely.
She closed her eyes and wished the world away.

him & her
&

[Steffi.]

:O I LOVE THIS SONG. <3 I just cannot believe someone made a story about it. xD Julian Smith ish so HAWT.

8D Yay! I love Julian Smith. <3

[cass.]

{f} && {f}

When the rain is blowing in your face,
And the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear,
And there is no one there to dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet,
But I would never do you wrong.
I've known it from the moment that we met,
No doubt in my mind where you belong.

I'd go hungry; I'd go black and blue,
I'd go crawling down the avenue.
No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love.

The storms are raging on the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret.
Though winds of change are blowing wild and free,
You ain't seen nothing like me yet.

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true.
Nothing that I wouldn't do.
Go to the ends of the Earth for you,
To make you feel my love
To make you feel my love

'To Make You Feel My Love', by ADELE.
I'm thinking of doing a story for these two: not as lovers, but as friends. Just an idea ^^
-Banjo xx

[Kingfisher]

{f} && {f}

When the rain is blowing in your face,
And the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear,
And there is no one there to dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet,
But I would never do you wrong.
I've known it from the moment that we met,
No doubt in my mind where you belong.

I'd go hungry; I'd go black and blue,
I'd go crawling down the avenue.
No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love.

The storms are raging on the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret.
Though winds of change are blowing wild and free,
You ain't seen nothing like me yet.

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true.
Nothing that I wouldn't do.
Go to the ends of the Earth for you,
To make you feel my love
To make you feel my love

'To Make You Feel My Love', by ADELE.
I'm thinking of doing a story for these two: not as lovers, but as friends. Just an idea ^^
-Banjo xx

Sounds good- they make a good friends pair, I look forward to reading the story you write for them (well...if you write a story)

[Iluff Llamas]

Dusty xx Niagra; The psycho and the one who loves him.

Niagra flapped her gossamer wings, the sunlight lighting up her pale brown fur. She pushed off of the ground and enjoyed the breeze flowing into her face. Her small black eyes were twinkling like polished charcoal, brimming with the purest joy. Suddenly, something weighed her down. She flapped harder, trying to keep in flight. But she found herself being dragged, down to the floor. The friendly forest floor became a bed of thorns, all of the small animals suddenly leaped up and bit down on her wrists and ankles, hooking on with thorn sharp claws and drawing blood. She gave protesting squeals and flapped harder, trying to shake them off. Birds swooped down and their razor sharp talons tore her wings, sending the remains drifting down to the forest below. "NO!" She cried desperately as the thorns neared her at a pace that was much too fast. "NO!"

Dusty burst into the room. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" He snapped. Niagra was thrashing on her bed, her claws tearing at the sheets. He dashed over and slapped her across the face. Hard. She woke up. "What!?" She cried, leaping up and falling back from the chain on her left ankle. Dusty bared his teeth. "Nobody can sleep with your racket now SHUT. UP." He hissed. Niagra winced. "You don't have to be so harsh." She whimpered. Dusty reared up. "WHAT WAS THAT!?" He brought his paws down, narrowly missing his wife and slamming them onto the bed, tearing a nice clean hole in it. "Don't and I mean DON'T disrespect me." He spat. His eyes were full of venom, crueler than a snake bite. Niagra winced again. "I love you." She whispered. Dusty snapped out of it. His eyes snapped into focus and the venom was replaced with the purest horror. He unchained her with fumbling paws and backed away. "Niagra my love, please forgive me. I'm sorry, I swear. I just can't control it." He whispered through white lips. He hated himself, he had been let out of prison 2 years ago and still couldn't control himself. He was a maniac and still had episodes of madness, caused by his mind which was fragmenting and the agony of his prison life.

Niagra smiled, ignoring the pain in her cheek. "It's ok dearest, I couldn't blame you from your past life." Niagra was a nature lover and she loved her husband with all of her heart, even though he abused her frequently. Her eyes were still reflecting the images of her dream. "I was dreaming of outside, with all the little animals. It ended badly though, I ended up speared on the thorns and attacked by animals. I wonder if that's what it's like to be free?" She sighed, wrapped up in the moment. Images of grassy plains and snow-covered mountains danced in her mind. Suddenly, the image burst as she realized what she had just said. Dusty kept her chained up in her room because he was paranoid about her leaving him. She put her paw over her mouth and her eyes filled with fear and dread as bloody images and flashing teeth and claws passed in her mind. Dusty had turned his back on her and was beating himself up. His head turned slowly towards her and his pale and dark wings extended threateningly. His eyes were filled with savagery and insanity. He advanced on her, his eyes unfocused and his teeth bared. "WHAT did you say?" He hissed, his voice like a drop of acid. He gave a savage and mighty roar before springing, his claws and teeth bared.

The police had received a call from Niagra and Dusty's neighbour, because she had heard the desperate shrieks and squeals of Niagra as she begged her husband to stop. There were savage yowls and one of the windows shattered to pieces, showing Niagra being thrown to the floor, her wings torn to shreds and her pale coat covered in dark scarlet blood.

When the police burst into the house, everything was silent. Dusty waited silently, sitting up and cradling the dead body of his wife in his forelegs, the blood flowing from her throat, chest, flanks and stomach staining his own grey and black fur. When the police burst into the room, he was singing a song and rocking back and forth, tears mixing with blood on his face and making it look like he was crying blood. The police aimed a gun at his head and just before they fired, he finished the song.

"It's alright, it's ok. I still love you anyways. I love you my dear and I always will, no matter how my mind is ill. I'm bad to the bone, bad as can be. But I had the cruelty to set you, the wrong way, free."

So sad.. But I love it. <3

[PandaMonium]

My pairs :

1)


2)


3)


4)


5)