Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Bite]

Lolita x Burlesque

[cswolf.]

Skye.......................Thai

I really like that last line, "For every broken heart. There is a boy with a glue gun"

Another repost <3 I hope no one minds.

I love this song, as well as the story you've written along with it! I'm so glad you reposted it, I never would have seen it had you not!

Thanks I like that line too. <3

[Dorky Displeasure]

Ashley + Anthony

They are so in love.. shes turning him into an angel.
*points to his halo*



Ashley: Hey Anthony!
Anthony: Hey..*he grabs his i pod*
Ashley: *annoyed.. Takes his i pod and throws it with her mouth*
Anthony: Hey!
Ashley: I want you to spend time with me.. not music..*she licks his fur behind his ear*



Remember.. Girls like it when u focus on them.

[s y n]

Story time. :3






Quinn .&. James
[♂] .&. [♂]




[ And I don't know why you couldn't just stay with me . . .
You couldn't stand to be near me . . .
When my face don't seem to want to shine . . .
'Cause it's a little bit dirty, well . . . ]


A meadow sparkling with vibrant greens awaits my eyes.
I have visited this meadow many times, and I will visit it again.
This time will not be like all the other times, however. I know
this deep down, resonating somewhere inside of me. I do not
know how, but it will be. This time, I will not return. Yes, I am
certain of this. But my dear, I will wait for you. I am waiting right now.
I am travelling to this meadow in my dreams, waiting for it all to come true.
Do not shed one tear for me, Kinosin, for every tear will amount to
an ocean, an ocean that you will have to cross when you come for me,
which will only make your journey harder. I do not know if the pain you
feel is as consuming as mine was when you were gone for that month, and
this time, we will not be reunited so quickly. Our life together was precious,
my love, and I will miss you for many a year to come. You will miss me too, I know.
Do not fear, do not worry. Do not do anything drastic. I know you told me many
times that if I were to pass, you would never love again; That is not true. If you seek
to make me happy in my afterlife, I need not the things you promised me
when we were one - All I request is that you live life to the fullest. I want you to go to that
job interview and ace it. I want you to do this for me. Then, I want you to buy yourself our
dream house. I want you to do this for us. Lastly, I want you to fall in love, and marry.
This, I want you to do simply for you.

I will love you always, Kin.
This is the last time I will tell you,
but not the last time you will know.
-Elaribella



The fourth re-reading was no different from the others. I sighed, folding up the note very carefully along the creased lines I folded it by every year, and tucked it into the photo album. It didn't hurt that much to see her, frozen in joyful pose, anymore. It had been four years since the end of my life, and three since my new beginning. The first year was terrible; I could not at all follow her instructions. I was depressed, alone, and suicidal. The next year was the year it all changed. I met him.

I was young at the time, but the age of seventeen. I went back to school, only to find that much had changed. All of my friends had graduated or had long since given up on me, and I was a lone wolf once again. But then I met him. It was English Language Arts class, I remember, when I first actually paid much attention to him. We had just finished reading Romeo & Juliet, and we were asked to present five-page essays on what love is to us. It was his turn, and as he stood at the front of the class, papers in hand, I actually noted his appearance for once. He was a handsome young man, with dark black hair that shone midnight blue and big, sweet blue eyes. The colour reminded me of the stream in the meadow that Elaribella and I had visited years ago. His eyes were inhumanly light, like that of ice, and yet impossibly warm.

"Love is a sacrifice that we all make sometime in our lives. It is also a rouse. When we are younger, we long for the love portrayed in the movies. That sweet, hurdle-overcoming love that hits us by surprise. We think that love is perfect. That it is like flawless glass, polished and unbreakable. The movies tell of fairytales, where a man meets a woman in a normal place, under normal circumstances. There is an issue that they overcome, and they realize at the end that they are meant to be, and they ride off into the sunset." the young man, who I assumed was my age, read with such conviction. I never really listened to these presentations, but I was drawn to his words, spoken true and wise for his age. He chuckled under his breath. "Never do they show us just how difficult love can be, however."

He continued, on and on. I would have been bored if not for the intrigue of his vocabulary, the tone of his voice, the flow of the sentences. And the truth that tied it all together. This class was a rowdy bunch, filled with idiots and jocks who sought only to have fun and be stupid. But right now, like I, they were all leaning forward in their seats, listening intently to the boy at the front.

"And so, to conclude, love is something that hits us when we least expect it. Easy? Never. A great percentage of the time we have no chance to receive that love back, and we are left as one of the broken-hearted. In short, if it is really true love then there will be no happy ending, simply because true love never ends."

He finished off on a passionate piece, allowing the whole class to erupt into roaring applause. A few choice classmates even rose from their desks. I figured that some of this was mocking, to poke fun - I was doubtful that these simple, idiotic kids even understood a word of what the boy said. But even our teacher, the strictest and harshest out of the entire faculty, rose and clapped, genuinely impressed; A feeling that was rare to see from him.

I knew at that moment that this boy was nothing short of a miracle.



[continue?]

[the timey thing]

Story time. :3






Quinn .&. James
[♂] .&. [♂]




[ And I don't know why you couldn't just stay with me . . .
You couldn't stand to be near me . . .
When my face don't seem to want to shine . . .
'Cause it's a little bit dirty, well . . . ]


A meadow sparkling with vibrant greens awaits my eyes.
I have visited this meadow many times, and I will visit it again.
This time will not be like all the other times, however. I know
this deep down, resonating somewhere inside of me. I do not
know how, but it will be. This time, I will not return. Yes, I am
certain of this. But my dear, I will wait for you. I am waiting right now.
I am travelling to this meadow in my dreams, waiting for it all to come true.
Do not shed one tear for me, Kinosin, for every tear will amount to
an ocean, an ocean that you will have to cross when you come for me,
which will only make your journey harder. I do not know if the pain you
feel is as consuming as mine was when you were gone for that month, and
this time, we will not be reunited so quickly. Our life together was precious,
my love, and I will miss you for many a year to come. You will miss me too, I know.
Do not fear, do not worry. Do not do anything drastic. I know you told me many
times that if I were to pass, you would never love again; That is not true. If you seek
to make me happy in my afterlife, I need not the things you promised me
when we were one - All I request is that you live life to the fullest. I want you to go to that
job interview and ace it. I want you to do this for me. Then, I want you to buy yourself our
dream house. I want you to do this for us. Lastly, I want you to fall in love, and marry.
This, I want you to do simply for you.

I will love you always, Kin.
This is the last time I will tell you,
but not the last time you will know.
-Elaribella



The fourth re-reading was no different from the others. I sighed, folding up the note very carefully along the creased lines I folded it by every year, and tucked it into the photo album. It didn't hurt that much to see her, frozen in joyful pose, anymore. It had been four years since the end of my life, and three since my new beginning. The first year was terrible; I could not at all follow her instructions. I was depressed, alone, and suicidal. The next year was the year it all changed. I met him.

I was young at the time, but the age of seventeen. I went back to school, only to find that much had changed. All of my friends had graduated or had long since given up on me, and I was a lone wolf once again. But then I met him. It was English Language Arts class, I remember, when I first actually paid much attention to him. We had just finished reading Romeo & Juliet, and we were asked to present five-page essays on what love is to us. It was his turn, and as he stood at the front of the class, papers in hand, I actually noted his appearance for once. He was a handsome young man, with dark black hair that shone midnight blue and big, sweet blue eyes. The colour reminded me of the stream in the meadow that Elaribella and I had visited years ago. His eyes were inhumanly light, like that of ice, and yet impossibly warm.

"Love is a sacrifice that we all make sometime in our lives. It is also a rouse. When we are younger, we long for the love portrayed in the movies. That sweet, hurdle-overcoming love that hits us by surprise. We think that love is perfect. That it is like flawless glass, polished and unbreakable. The movies tell of fairytales, where a man meets a woman in a normal place, under normal circumstances. There is an issue that they overcome, and they realize at the end that they are meant to be, and they ride off into the sunset." the young man, who I assumed was my age, read with such conviction. I never really listened to these presentations, but I was drawn to his words, spoken true and wise for his age. He chuckled under his breath. "Never do they show us just how difficult love can be, however."

He continued, on and on. I would have been bored if not for the intrigue of his vocabulary, the tone of his voice, the flow of the sentences. And the truth that tied it all together. This class was a rowdy bunch, filled with idiots and jocks who sought only to have fun and be stupid. But right now, like I, they were all leaning forward in their seats, listening intently to the boy at the front.

"And so, to conclude, love is something that hits us when we least expect it. Easy? Never. A great percentage of the time we have no chance to receive that love back, and we are left as one of the broken-hearted. In short, if it is really true love then there will be no happy ending, simply because true love never ends."

He finished off on a passionate piece, allowing the whole class to erupt into roaring applause. A few choice classmates even rose from their desks. I figured that some of this was mocking, to poke fun - I was doubtful that these simple, idiotic kids even understood a word of what the boy said. But even our teacher, the strictest and harshest out of the entire faculty, rose and clapped, genuinely impressed; A feeling that was rare to see from him.

I knew at that moment that this boy was nothing short of a miracle.



[continue?]

Yes, please do. c:

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

Story time. :3






Quinn .&. James
[♂] .&. [♂]




[ And I don't know why you couldn't just stay with me . . .
You couldn't stand to be near me . . .
When my face don't seem to want to shine . . .
'Cause it's a little bit dirty, well . . . ]

[continue?]

Oh please m'dear, by all means do.
♥

[honeydukes]

Your eyes glowed of a pastel pink, my own creamy-pale orbs glued to your beautiful, slim figure.
The rain pelted me as I shivered, a tingle of cold being sent through my body. I stared into the sky, wishing something else. Something unordinary- for me, at least- to be all truthful.

To be yours.


{ . . . when he opens his arms and holds you close tonight
it just wont feel right
cause I can love you more than this
when he lays you down
i might just die inside
it just don’t feel right
cause I can love you more than this
can love you more than this . . . }

I silently walked the street, reminissing the good days where love wasn't an option for anyone. When we were little, and the only relationship that existed was an evermore friendship. I'd never liked you more than a friend, until we started middle school, to be honest. You were always sticking up for me, like I did for you in elementary, and we never left eachothers sides. No matter what, we didn't drift like most middle schoolers. Most have best friends that they must have a class with in elementary, and when they get into middle school and change classes, they never hang out anymore. It was different with us, though- some classes we didn't have, some classes we did, it didn't matter to us.

We would always be friends.



{ . . . when he opens his arms and holds you close tonight
it just wont feel right
cause I can love you more than this
when he lays you down
i might just die inside
it just don’t feel right
cause I can love you more than this
can love you more than this . . . }

But as the first year in middle school came to an end, I realized my love for you. And that it was really there all along, I just abruptly refused it without myself even knowing. My mind changed, and I was old enough to experience true love. I was afraid to tell you, I was afraid that maybe it'd ruin our relationship. But here's a tip; you never know unless you try. There's always a way to win back what you'd lost. Turns out, she liked me too. We went out for nearly a year, the jewlerry I bought her for anniversaries were never taken off, the boquets of roses I'd presented were never dead, that is until it all went downhill. We started to do something I wish hadn't ever happened- we drifted. Further and further apart. You changed and started liking things I hated. I didn't do things with you anymore. Im sorry to say that you became annoying. You became the girl I didn't want to hang out with anymore.

I wish it wasn't so.



{ . . . when he opens his arms and holds you close tonight
it just wont feel right
cause I can love you more than this
when he lays you down
i might just die inside
it just don’t feel right
cause I can love you more than this
can love you more than this . . . }


You started dating another, your 'favourite' jewlerry was sold, the roses were left to die and eventually were thrown away. I died when I found out all this.
One day over the Easter break, I was walking the street and minding my business when I found you with him. You were pulled into a kiss, he was holding you tight, you were wearing his sweatshirt. It killed me inside. But as the more I noticed you changing back, I started loving you again.

Sadly, it was too late.



{ . . . when he opens his arms and holds you close tonight
it just wont feel right
cause I can love you more than this
when he lays you down
i might just die inside
it just don’t feel right
cause I can love you more than this
can love you more than this . . . }


We came apart even more, not even to look at eachother. I moved on. You kept your senses intact with him. I died a little inside every single day, even though I had another to love. She wasn't like you. She wasn't the girl I wanted. Our relationship didn't last long.
And on another rainy day of me reminissing the good old days, crying in the wind, I couldn't help but repeat the images you two in my mind, being happy, but I kept saying that you weren't happy, though it was clear you were.
I couldn't help but keep repeating in my mind, as the images flipped and flipped, that

I could love you more than he ever would.

This is absolutely lovely </3

[Zeee]

jeremi ♂ {x} nace ♂

\ . dont worry m'dear, i will always be there; to hear your worries and cries - your oh sweet demise . /

[Jinglez]

<3
Music! Realized today how well they seem to go together. Might write a story for them, might not IDK yet.

[Marian5390]

I was just doing my math homework when suddenly a poem popped into my head. I hurriedly wrote it down and, after my homework, inspected it. I decided I just HAD to post it on the pet pairs thread, so I picked some random dogs and dressed one of them up to fit the theme. What do you guys think? o3o

{Female} {Male}

He was the one who wouldn't go away.
He was the one who no matter what you say
He was the one... Who would always stay...
You could cry in his arms,
He'd protect you from harm;
And wipe the tears away...
And then he'd say...
"It's gonna be okay."

Poem © me. Please do not steal. c=