Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[cujo.]

??? xx Faulty

{Story is WIP, be up soon.

[Lovely Dreamer]

Part 3, 2, 1

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Anna x Charlie
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Anna the Merdog x Charlie the Sharkdog

Part Four

Hermes was still nervous. "If you get caught, all of us will go to prison!" he whispered, shuddering. I must admit, he did have a valid point, for once. The prison was shaped like a land dog, made out of glass. It had a large inner section for the good sharkdogs and merdogs, as well as two smaller branches, one for the sharks and one for the mers. The guards were hundreds of giant seahorses, and boy, were they scary.

The Prison

"Don't worry, Hermes," I whispered back. "I have a friend on her way, and she's having her brother help Charlie. It's ok!"

Zara and Carn

Just then, I heard a tail swishing behind me. But I knew who it was. "Zara! Thank you for coming!"
Zara was a beautiful green and gold dog with a green tail, and she would sneak out to meet her brother, Carn, all the time. They were in a similar situation, you see. Carn was also a sharkdog. But today, this was a good thing. Now, they could help us get to our meeting spot. It would end up okay in the end.

Charlie's POV next chapter!

[mr.kingrichard]

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The Hunter and Her Wife

Over the days, their friendship grew
from mound to hill, hill to mountain
they became a steel bond
tested by the weight of many

[The Hunter and Her Wife, stanza two]

.....Rowan would always remember the next few months to be the best few months of her entire life. Although adjusting to life with just Liz around, and without her sister and her family was difficult and slightly awkward at times...she grew to love it much more than the life she'd left behind. She no longer had to wear restricting dresses or corsets, and instead wore more neutral shirts and jeans. Although she didn't enjoy hunting herself, Rowan accompanied her on most of them, interested to see how it worked and how she liked to do things. Rowan also found that, despite how much Liz liked to hunt, she knew little to nothing about cooking, so she found herself doing a whole lot of that. Not that she minded, of course. During the nights, they stayed up 'till the wee hours of the morning, before falling asleep and sleeping until noon. On the weekdays, Liz went to her job. It was a quiet little job, working at the local pharmacy, while being a writer on the side. Although she hadn't finished a single book yet...she hadn't given up. Somehow, Rowan found that inspiring. She still had the ability to keep going, even though it had been years since she'd started the project she was working on.

.....“I still can't think of what to do with this stupid chapter,” the orange-haired girl muttered as Rowan walked in with the mail. “Do you have any ideas?”

.....“I would if you'd let me know what it is you're writing about,” Rowan replied nonchalantly, sitting down across the table from her. She flipped absentmindedly through the bills, before a certain letter caught her eye. It was addressed from her house, to her. She knew that it had to be from Delane, and if it was from Delane, then it couldn't possibly be good. However...she found herself opening it and reading it anyway.

.....“What's that?” Liz asked, noticing the letter out of the corner of her eye. She was still staring intently at the paper in front of her, chewing on her pencil's eraser. Rowan gave a heavy sigh, setting the paper down in front of her.

.....“It was a letter. From my sister.” She looked around, almost wearily, before putting her head in her hands. “Our parents want to meet you.”

.....“What's so bad about that?” Suddenly, Liz got an idea, and began writing, still listening to Rowan as she spoke.

.....“They're...kind of a lot like Delane,” Rowan replied, rubbing her temples. “They're intolerant, they're mean and hurtful, they're rude, they think they own me...” She gave another heavy sigh. “And they hate that I...that I'm...” She hesitated, messing with her hands.

.....“That you're what?” Liz was now focusing her full attention on Rowan, who looked down at the table.

.....“That I'm a lesbian. They don't like it at all. They think that because of it, because of me, they'll never have any grandchildren from me...that it's wrong that I like women...” She was quiet for a moment, and Liz reached across the table and put a hand on hers.

.....“I don't mind it,” Liz told her. “You're still a person. Just like me. And that'll never change in my eyes.”

.....The little smile Rowan gave her told Liz all she needed to know.

[micah]

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Ellie [♀], ??? [♀]


It was raining, but it always rained; the rain, though, seemed lifeless and lackluster, like tears falling from someone who could only cry. She hoisted her knapsack higher on her shoulder and picked up the pace, as the rain was sheeting down in buckets, and she forgot her umbrella. Ellie's memory was never really that great, and she often chided herself for forgetting her umbrella so often. Her friends nipped and teased her as well, because it nearly never quit raining. Just because the day started sunny and cheery didn't mean it'd end so, they'd say, smiles ghosting their lips. She'd just giggle and wave them off, saying it doesn't happen that often, but it happens all the time (they know that, too).
She smiled lightly to herself, and disregarded the man that tried to shove past her--he was also lacking an umbrella, but he was wearing a nice, crisp suit, so she let it slide. She'd push and shove if she cared so much about her wardrobe, too.

As car headlights flipped through her vision she locked on a frail looking person, simply standing, and not even under an awning. They stuck out against the gray, swampy pallet in their pure white clothing; it was draped along them, like curtains, and Ellie couldn't just walk past that. They clearly looked dismantled, and frazzled, and a thousand things that Ellie knows are incredibly terrible to feel.

"Excuse me," She said, getting closer, but they did not move, "'Scuse me, hello? In the white?"

At that they perked up, and it was very much a woman, with full shiny lips and lashes that could stretch to the stars. "Ah," she said, accent foreign (but Ellie couldn't place it), "Hi?"

"Is everything okay, dear?" She asked, moving closer now. "You don't look so well, you know."

She pursed her lips. "Do you know where we are, right now?"

"We're by the bookstore, dear, on fifth street."

Shaking her head, she looked up, "No, no, I mean... Bigger. Not so precise."

"Ah. We're in northern London, dear, in England. Do you feel alright?"

"I'd feel a bit better if I knew what a London was, to be honest. Also, can I ask what is going on? Earlier, it was very bright, but now it seems like I've lost all the color in my eyes. It is lovely but it is not what I want." She tugged her shawl over her head now, and it looked very ethereal, she looked very bright and so pale and so very, very lost, like a traveler so gone and absent. "Is this normal?"

"Oh, my," Ellie said, because clearly, clearly this woman was very disoriented. "Okay, would you like to come back to my house? I'll get you something to eat and drink. Come now, come on, the rain won't let up,"

"Rain," the woman repeated, like a child holds a new toy in their hand; it's sparkly and new and their eyes are so full of wonder. "You are pretty like the rain is."

"Why thank you very much, dear. Means a bit, you know," Ellie said, shrugging and taking her hand. "Keep my hand in mine so we don't lose each other, okay?"

The walk to her car seemed very, very long, and Ellie knew that the traffic would be quite interesting to get out of. She opened the door for her wayward straggler and the woman seemed very, very confused about the car. She didn't say anything, though, and got in without qualm. Ellie had to show her to buckle, though, and lines upon lines of worry were stacking on Ellie's face. Clearly she was not from here, but Ellie was wondering if she was from Earth at all, and if she had met an alien. Surely not, Ellie beckoned to herself, surely, surely not.

"What's your name?"

"Oh," she said, looking out of the window and then at the sky, "Uh, my name. Huh."

"You have to have a name, love. Can you not remember that either?"

"I don't think I had one to begin with. But! Please! Uh... Selene. Call me Selene." She was nervously rubbing her fingers and her eyes were flickering between the sky and the ground. "Yes. Selene."

"Ah, okay. Selene's a lovely name, you know. She was- albeit an archaic one- the goddess of the moon." Ellie could faintly see the outline of her apartment building in the distance, and she thanked her lucky stars; she could really go for some coffee or tea right about now.

Selene froze, right then, and then nodded slowly. "I..."

Ellie didn't say anything, because there wasn't anything to say to that.

"The moon's missing," She said, hardly audible, "the moon, it's not in the sky."

"Well, no. It's not late enough yet."

"No, that's not why, that's not why. I'm the moon. I'm the moon."

[ubiquitous]

You may have to hard refresh for items, especially with the dog on the right.

Ellie [♀], ??? [♀]


It was raining, but it always rained; the rain, though, seemed lifeless and lackluster, like tears falling from someone who could only cry. She hoisted her knapsack higher on her shoulder and picked up the pace, as the rain was sheeting down in buckets, and she forgot her umbrella. Ellie's memory was never really that great, and she often chided herself for forgetting her umbrella so often. Her friends nipped and teased her as well, because it nearly never quit raining. Just because the day started sunny and cheery didn't mean it'd end so, they'd say, smiles ghosting their lips. She'd just giggle and wave them off, saying it doesn't happen that often, but it happens all the time (they know that, too).
She smiled lightly to herself, and disregarded the man that tried to shove past her--he was also lacking an umbrella, but he was wearing a nice, crisp suit, so she let it slide. She'd push and shove if she cared so much about her wardrobe, too.

As car headlights flipped through her vision she locked on a frail looking person, simply standing, and not even under an awning. They stuck out against the gray, swampy pallet in their pure white clothing; it was draped along them, like curtains, and Ellie couldn't just walk past that. They clearly looked dismantled, and frazzled, and a thousand things that Ellie knows are incredibly terrible to feel.

"Excuse me," She said, getting closer, but they did not move, "'Scuse me, hello? In the white?"

At that they perked up, and it was very much a woman, with full shiny lips and lashes that could stretch to the stars. "Ah," she said, accent foreign (but Ellie couldn't place it), "Hi?"

"Is everything okay, dear?" She asked, moving closer now. "You don't look so well, you know."

She pursed her lips. "Do you know where we are, right now?"

"We're by the bookstore, dear, on fifth street."

Shaking her head, she looked up, "No, no, I mean... Bigger. Not so precise."

"Ah. We're in northern London, dear, in England. Do you feel alright?"

"I'd feel a bit better if I knew what a London was, to be honest. Also, can I ask what is going on? Earlier, it was very bright, but now it seems like I've lost all the color in my eyes. It is lovely but it is not what I want." She tugged her shawl over her head now, and it looked very ethereal, she looked very bright and so pale and so very, very lost, like a traveler so gone and absent. "Is this normal?"

"Oh, my," Ellie said, because clearly, clearly this woman was very disoriented. "Okay, would you like to come back to my house? I'll get you something to eat and drink. Come now, come on, the rain won't let up,"

"Rain," the woman repeated, like a child holds a new toy in their hand; it's sparkly and new and their eyes are so full of wonder. "You are pretty like the rain is."

"Why thank you very much, dear. Means a bit, you know," Ellie said, shrugging and taking her hand. "Keep my hand in mine so we don't lose each other, okay?"

The walk to her car seemed very, very long, and Ellie knew that the traffic would be quite interesting to get out of. She opened the door for her wayward straggler and the woman seemed very, very confused about the car. She didn't say anything, though, and got in without qualm. Ellie had to show her to buckle, though, and lines upon lines of worry were stacking on Ellie's face. Clearly she was not from here, but Ellie was wondering if she was from Earth at all, and if she had met an alien. Surely not, Ellie beckoned to herself, surely, surely not.

"What's your name?"

"Oh," she said, looking out of the window and then at the sky, "Uh, my name. Huh."

"You have to have a name, love. Can you not remember that either?"

"I don't think I had one to begin with. But! Please! Uh... Selene. Call me Selene." She was nervously rubbing her fingers and her eyes were flickering between the sky and the ground. "Yes. Selene."

"Ah, okay. Selene's a lovely name, you know. She was- albeit an archaic one- the goddess of the moon." Ellie could faintly see the outline of her apartment building in the distance, and she thanked her lucky stars; she could really go for some coffee or tea right about now.

Selene froze, right then, and then nodded slowly. "I..."

Ellie didn't say anything, because there wasn't anything to say to that.

"The moon's missing," She said, hardly audible, "the moon, it's not in the sky."

"Well, no. It's not late enough yet."

"No, that's not why, that's not why. I'm the moon. I'm the moon."

I love this. <3

[Benvolio Montague]

The following pair is a very special one.
These are two of my oldest characters, and they've come a long way since their creation.
They used to be a relatively normal guy named Paul and his girlfriend Dakota.
But now...



...I'd like you to meet Paul the crossdresser and his transgender boyfriend Dakota. ^^

( I won't post their story, because right now it's just an under-developed sub-plot of another story... so just enjoy the pair as they are, 'kay? ^^; )

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

Ellie [♀], ??? [♀]

"The moon's missing," She said, hardly audible, "the moon, it's not in the sky."

"Well, no. It's not late enough yet."

"No, that's not why, that's not why. I'm the moon. I'm the moon."

This, m'dear, is a truly fantastic piece of writing. I enjoyed every second of it; as always.
I never fail to look forward to your work, and you never fail to present a gem.
♥♥

[thricewire]

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there's no right or wrong anymore
put a smile on to hide the pain
push me down or try and pick me up
it's easy to mask who you are
don't know who's who anymore
push me to the ground
like nobody else has before
behind the glass i don't know if you care anymore
he loves you
you love him
i'm always out of the picture
invisible
i try and fake it when you guys walk by
say that it's okay
but don't you understand that smile is fake
don't you see
your eyes used to gaze into mine
now they're all for him
i'll try to move on
keep on faking but
i wish you would've said that you hated me
okay
i wish you would've stopped and turned around
wish you would've pushed me to the ground like that
i know your eyes are all for him,
but i gaze into yours when you pass by
i can tell that smile is fake
but can you tell that i was too late?
sorry to both of you,
just going to have to move on
find a new friend
run away from my heart and
the silence hurts
i don't know
if the next time you're with him and i pass by
will you give him a kiss and chatter excitedly
or will you gaze into my eyes one last time
don't know if you're faking it or what
because you haven't said you've moved on from your best friend
here you come again but he isn't on your arm
i look into your eyes and there's a silence in them,
a lifetime of tears under that smile.
"i love you, did you know that, i love you."
you looked into my eyes, the pain was washed away for the first time
"You know what? I love you too."
and that was the best day of my life,
because i had my best friend back, and i finally had someone who would love me.
life may always end in death, but heaven's waiting for me in her soul,
and i know we'll always be together, dead or alive.

&&

Melissa [f] xx London [m]

[Tawny224]

The following pair is a very special one.
These are two of my oldest characters, and they've come a long way since their creation.
They used to be a relatively normal guy named Paul and his girlfriend Dakota.
But now...



...I'd like you to meet Paul the crossdresser and his transgender boyfriend Dakota. ^^

( I won't post their story, because right now it's just an under-developed sub-plot of another story... so just enjoy the pair as they are, 'kay? ^^; )

This is brilliant. Thank you for making a pair that isn't straight. A different pair is a great thing for this thread <3 <3

[Benvolio Montague]

The following pair is a very special one.
These are two of my oldest characters, and they've come a long way since their creation.
They used to be a relatively normal guy named Paul and his girlfriend Dakota.
But now...



...I'd like you to meet Paul the crossdresser and his transgender boyfriend Dakota. ^^

( I won't post their story, because right now it's just an under-developed sub-plot of another story... so just enjoy the pair as they are, 'kay? ^^; )

This is brilliant. Thank you for making a pair that isn't straight. A different pair is a great thing for this thread <3 <3

And thank you for the lovely comment! <3
(but I've seen other non-straight pairs around here; I think there was one right on the page before this one... just saying ^^;)