Your CS Pet Pairs? :3 (NEW THREAD!)

[Anouki]

Amalia and Leopardus Pardalis



Silver Angel and Joe

[wind song]

Silver Angel and Joe

Luff this!! :3

[Anouki]

Silver Angel and Joe

Luff this!! :3

thanks
I love the green eyes of them ^^

[Selcouth]

Bunches and bunches of drabbles, all unrelated in some way or another; all the lyrics are from Vienna Teng's "Stray Italian Greyhound", which is a lovely song and I recommend it to anyone. :3
Warnings... Ah, four out of five contain homosexuality, and {twin} incest in the second one? The first one is het, though. :3 Which is so odd for me!
Typos galore, I'm sure~ I didn't really proof-read as much as... Proof-skim.

{Please don't quote this entire post- we may break the thread. o3o It's really, really long.}
{...Comments are still lovely, though. <3 I need to know what I'm doing right! {And wrong, for that matter.}}

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Elizabeth [♀] .&&. Shakespeare [♂]
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Oh, no not now, please not now.
I've just settled into the glass half empty made myself at home
And so why now? Oh, please not now,
I just stopped believing in happy endings, harbors of my own.
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"...What."

His big brown eyes widened, inklings of fear and depression prickling the edges. Her heart constricted in her chest- why hadn't she just said yes? Oh, he looks so pitiful like that...

"W-" His voice cracked, and he paused to clear his throat, "Will you marry me, Ele?"

Her shock had been unexpected- he was kind of anticipating something like those movies... Where the girl fell into the arms of her beau and kissed him, saying "yes, yes, yes!" over and over through a rain of joyful tears. Then the screen would fade to black and the credits would roll and he'd be daydreaming in a cloud of fluffy wedding cakes and lace dresses.

It... Wasn't really supposed to go like this, he thought. But then again, this was Elizabeth; the girl who kills spiders in their bathroom and pinches him when his eyes are glazed over after some sappy movie.

She stared blankly at the cheap ring.

"Er..." She paused, blinked, turned her sharp eyes to his {hopeful} face; "Er... Sure...?"
And squeaked when he jumped up and smothered her in a fierce hug, laughing all the while.
Maybe it wasn't like the movies... She never really payed attention to them, anyway, but it was just as heartfelt and beautiful as he imagined. And maybe, just maybe... She'll be able to smile alongside him as well. He owed her that much, he thinks, for all that she's put up with.

"Hey, but- I'm not wearing any frills!"
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Mala [♂] .&&. Fide [♂]
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But you had to come along didn't you,
Break down the doors, throw open windows,
Oh, if you knew just what a fool you have made me.
So what do I do with this?
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There was light streaming through the blinds, spreading over the bodies laying in tousled sheets. Pale skin yet unmarred by either time nor injury, sandy blond hair with thread-thin strands over their pillows, one set of pale-blue eyes staring at the window and seeing nothing- the other {identical} pair shut in blissful slumber.

They always knew that it would come to this one day. But it was still an odd feeling for them both; still new, still innocent. It had never gotten any further than a few kisses, but... Mala's cheeks reddened at the memory. It shouldn't be like this, he knew, and that thought struck his heart with a sharp whip of guilt-

Then Fide shifted in his sleep, snuggling closer to his brother when an early morning breeze drifted in. And Mala didn't mind so much anymore. The guilt was still there; but in this moment, a little bubble of time, he could put aside those thoughts and responsibilities and fears and just... Relax.
Nothing mattered in the morning light- the calm before the storm, and the twins enjoyed it for all that it was worth. They were fools to let this go on- he was a fool, because it never mattered to Fide in the first place- but for just a moment, that could be excused. They'd figure out what to do next... In just a moment.
They always said that Fide was good for him. Maybe they were right.
Just not in the way they intended to be.
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Seisyll [♂] .&&. Krishna [♂]
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This stray Italian greyhound, these inconvenient fireworks,
This ice-cream, covered screaming hyperactive thought.
God, I just want to lay down, these colors make my eyes hurt,
This feeling calls for everything that I am not.
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{Continued from my last post- yes, it's actually a sequel! Sort of.}

The magician they picked up was an odd character, as all magicians are in one way or another.
They knew so little about him- and, naturally, the rumors started circling quite early around camp.

Some thought the ink-filled bottle he kept on his person contained a demon.
Others thought he was the demon.
Some thought he was just an odd writer, like he claimed. Some did not.
Some could swear that he had been a priest.
Some chattered about his spell-book; it had no writing in it, they said.
Others said that he had burned down a village.
Some said he had killed his father, and his lover.
Some speculated that he wasn't even human at all.

They tended to agree on that point.

But he would never let on how true those rumors were. He would only smile and entertain the young children in camp, the refugees, with silly spells and bright fireworks; dancing around questions and jabs like a man on war ground.
One wrong move could shatter his world, the only tie to what he's done. He was determined to keep that safe.
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Irene [♀] .&&. Anthia [♀]
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I'm not that kind, I'm so good at shooting down any notion.
This tired world could change,
It's all been bought, well at least that was my line.
No use in spending all that emotion when there's someone else to blame.
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"No."

Irene pouted, thrusting the little kitten in the face of her partner, smothering a smile at her scrunched-up nose. She attempted the Eyes Of Woe.
"But Anthiaaaaa~ Look, she's so sweet and wet and hungry and just wants a warm bed~~" No one could whine quite like Irene could, with her mental age set firmly at seven. Anthia felt her resolve waver ever-so-slightly and steeled herself- She would not give in; they had too many strays already!

The kitten quietly 'mew''d and opened its big blue eyes- it was an adorable little flea-bag and she hated how much she just wanted to cuddle it and take it home.

An "awwww" began to bubble up from her throat and she firmly Stuck To Her Principles.

"No, Irene-" But the younger girl was no longer listening, having seen just the slightest bit of resolve in her girlfriend's face. She danced and twirled around the alleyway in a mad fit of glee, dragging the cat with her. Anthia wanted to protest, but stopped herself short and shook her head- may as well accept the inevitable, Irene always got what she wanted.

"I'll name her Misses Scruffy Cupcake Queenie Dandelion!"

"...What? No!"
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Memorandum [♂] .&&. Lost [♂]
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This sudden burst of sunlight and me with my umbrella,
Cross indexing every weatherman's report.
I was ready for the down slide but not for spring to well up,
This feeling calls for everything I can't afford to know is possible now.
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You only saw him for a moment, a flash of sunlight and mercury, beneath a generic gray umbrella in a sea of monotony- from a birds eye view, it's impossible to see people under the large fan-like cloth forest, but in the underbrush, it's not quite so organized.

Dodging an old woman and narrowly avoiding being jabbed in the face by a silver rib, you duck and scurry off to another part of the street- there's a mob out, late Holiday shoppers frantically fighting for the best of goodies, thoroughly scavenging the streets for the perfect gift and caring little to none about the poor man they manage to stab or whack with their weather-protective shields. The rain doesn't deter them in the least.

But there's another person sharing your fate, it seems; the poor collage student dragged out of his dorm by an over-enthusiastic friend- a young girl, who's pink and lime-colored clothes are even washed out by the fog- stumbling along after his captor and apologizing to un-hearing ears about stepping on toes or brushing shoulders. It's terribly polite, but you only catch a glimpse of this young man when he catches up to the girl, dripping wet and shivering.

His hair is jet-black and feathery, bangs hanging thickly with droplets streaming down, partly obscuring intelligent electric-blue eyes. He complains lightly, reprimanding the girl for running off, while she laughs sweetly and twirls the umbrella.

His blue darts up to meet your own staring green, and time freezes in its tracks.

Then he's tugged forward by a bracelet-clad hand and lost in the gray; gone from your sight just as quickly as he came. It was so short, so fleeting, and you never even said a word; but you still feel warm all the way home.

[Laughter]

Bunches and bunches of drabbles, all unrelated in some way or another; all the lyrics are from Vienna Teng's "Stray Italian Greyhound", which is a lovely song and I recommend it to anyone. :3
Warnings... Ah, four out of five contain homosexuality, and {twin} incest in the second one? The first one is het, though. :3 Which is so odd for me!
Typos galore, I'm sure~ I didn't really proof-read as much as... Proof-skim.

{Please don't quote this entire post- we may break the thread. o3o It's really, really long.}
{...Comments are still lovely, though. <3 I need to know what I'm doing right! {And wrong, for that matter.}}

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Elizabeth [♀] .&&. Shakespeare [♂]
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Oh, no not now, please not now.
I've just settled into the glass half empty made myself at home
And so why now? Oh, please not now,
I just stopped believing in happy endings, harbors of my own.
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"...What."

His big brown eyes widened, inklings of fear and depression prickling the edges. Her heart constricted in her chest- why hadn't she just said yes? Oh, he looks so pitiful like that...

"W-" His voice cracked, and he paused to clear his throat, "Will you marry me, Ele?"

Her shock had been unexpected- he was kind of anticipating something like those movies... Where the girl fell into the arms of her beau and kissed him, saying "yes, yes, yes!" over and over through a rain of joyful tears. Then the screen would fade to black and the credits would roll and he'd be daydreaming in a cloud of fluffy wedding cakes and lace dresses.

It... Wasn't really supposed to go like this, he thought. But then again, this was Elizabeth; the girl who kills spiders in their bathroom and pinches him when his eyes are glazed over after some sappy movie.

She stared blankly at the cheap ring.

"Er..." She paused, blinked, turned her sharp eyes to his {hopeful} face; "Er... Sure...?"
And squeaked when he jumped up and smothered her in a fierce hug, laughing all the while.
Maybe it wasn't like the movies... She never really payed attention to them, anyway, but it was just as heartfelt and beautiful as he imagined. And maybe, just maybe... She'll be able to smile alongside him as well. He owed her that much, he thinks, for all that she's put up with.

"Hey, but- I'm not wearing any frills!"
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Mala [♂] .&&. Fide [♂]
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But you had to come along didn't you,
Break down the doors, throw open windows,
Oh, if you knew just what a fool you have made me.
So what do I do with this?
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There was light streaming through the blinds, spreading over the bodies laying in tousled sheets. Pale skin yet unmarred by either time nor injury, sandy blond hair with thread-thin strands over their pillows, one set of pale-blue eyes staring at the window and seeing nothing- the other {identical} pair shut in blissful slumber.

They always knew that it would come to this one day. But it was still an odd feeling for them both; still new, still innocent. It had never gotten any further than a few kisses, but... Mala's cheeks reddened at the memory. It shouldn't be like this, he knew, and that thought struck his heart with a sharp whip of guilt-

Then Fide shifted in his sleep, snuggling closer to his brother when an early morning breeze drifted in. And Mala didn't mind so much anymore. The guilt was still there; but in this moment, a little bubble of time, he could put aside those thoughts and responsibilities and fears and just... Relax.
Nothing mattered in the morning light- the calm before the storm, and the twins enjoyed it for all that it was worth. They were fools to let this go on- he was a fool, because it never mattered to Fide in the first place- but for just a moment, that could be excused. They'd figure out what to do next... In just a moment.
They always said that Fide was good for him. Maybe they were right.
Just not in the way they intended to be.
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Seisyll [♂] .&&. Krishna [♂]
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This stray Italian greyhound, these inconvenient fireworks,
This ice-cream, covered screaming hyperactive thought.
God, I just want to lay down, these colors make my eyes hurt,
This feeling calls for everything that I am not.
-----
{Continued from my last post- yes, it's actually a sequel! Sort of.}

The magician they picked up was an odd character, as all magicians are in one way or another.
They knew so little about him- and, naturally, the rumors started circling quite early around camp.

Some thought the ink-filled bottle he kept on his person contained a demon.
Others thought he was the demon.
Some thought he was just an odd writer, like he claimed. Some did not.
Some could swear that he had been a priest.
Some chattered about his spell-book; it had no writing in it, they said.
Others said that he had burned down a village.
Some said he had killed his father, and his lover.
Some speculated that he wasn't even human at all.

They tended to agree on that point.

But he would never let on how true those rumors were. He would only smile and entertain the young children in camp, the refugees, with silly spells and bright fireworks; dancing around questions and jabs like a man on war ground.
One wrong move could shatter his world, the only tie to what he's done. He was determined to keep that safe.
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Irene [♀] .&&. Anthia [♀]
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I'm not that kind, I'm so good at shooting down any notion.
This tired world could change,
It's all been bought, well at least that was my line.
No use in spending all that emotion when there's someone else to blame.
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"No."

Irene pouted, thrusting the little kitten in the face of her partner, smothering a smile at her scrunched-up nose. She attempted the Eyes Of Woe.
"But Anthiaaaaa~ Look, she's so sweet and wet and hungry and just wants a warm bed~~" No one could whine quite like Irene could, with her mental age set firmly at seven. Anthia felt her resolve waver ever-so-slightly and steeled herself- She would not give in; they had too many strays already!

The kitten quietly 'mew''d and opened its big blue eyes- it was an adorable little flea-bag and she hated how much she just wanted to cuddle it and take it home.

An "awwww" began to bubble up from her throat and she firmly Stuck To Her Principles.

"No, Irene-" But the younger girl was no longer listening, having seen just the slightest bit of resolve in her girlfriend's face. She danced and twirled around the alleyway in a mad fit of glee, dragging the cat with her. Anthia wanted to protest, but stopped herself short and shook her head- may as well accept the inevitable, Irene always got what she wanted.

"I'll name her Misses Scruffy Cupcake Queenie Dandelion!"

"...What? No!"
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Memorandum [♂] .&&. Lost [♂]
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This sudden burst of sunlight and me with my umbrella,
Cross indexing every weatherman's report.
I was ready for the down slide but not for spring to well up,
This feeling calls for everything I can't afford to know is possible now.
-----
You only saw him for a moment, a flash of sunlight and mercury, beneath a generic gray umbrella in a sea of monotony- from a birds eye view, it's impossible to see people under the large fan-like cloth forest, but in the underbrush, it's not quite so organized.

Dodging an old woman and narrowly avoiding being jabbed in the face by a silver rib, you duck and scurry off to another part of the street- there's a mob out, late Holiday shoppers frantically fighting for the best of goodies, thoroughly scavenging the streets for the perfect gift and caring little to none about the poor man they manage to stab or whack with their weather-protective shields. The rain doesn't deter them in the least.

But there's another person sharing your fate, it seems; the poor collage student dragged out of his dorm by an over-enthusiastic friend- a young girl, who's pink and lime-colored clothes are even washed out by the fog- stumbling along after his captor and apologizing to un-hearing ears about stepping on toes or brushing shoulders. It's terribly polite, but you only catch a glimpse of this young man when he catches up to the girl, dripping wet and shivering.

His hair is jet-black and feathery, bangs hanging thickly with droplets streaming down, partly obscuring intelligent electric-blue eyes. He complains lightly, reprimanding the girl for running off, while she laughs sweetly and twirls the umbrella.

His blue darts up to meet your own staring green, and time freezes in its tracks.

Then he's tugged forward by a bracelet-clad hand and lost in the gray; gone from your sight just as quickly as he came. It was so short, so fleeting, and you never even said a word; but you still feel warm all the way home.

AWSOME!!!!
(quoted it all and the thread didnt break...lucky me <3

[azalea]

Ahh, I always enjoy your pairings, Selcouth ^^ <3
They're all beautifully written, I enjoyed the third and last the most~




Gin ♂ and Rangiku ♀
|D *I could not resist, I'm sorry, eue <3*

[Tussle]

SLASH TIEM! 8D
Actually, I think this counts as "yaoi" because they're named after cartoon characters.
Major kudos to you if you know what show they're from~

Here are my favorite pairings out of the fandom~

Nathan Explosion♂--------------------William Murderface♂

Uhhh...so, um, we can't tell the guys about this. Like...ever. Or I'll beat you. Got it?
Yesch, I wouldn't go that to you..
Hah. Gay.
Schut up!

The BRUTALLY HAWT vocalist and the lispy loser bassist<3
Ultimate favourite pairing, even though I'm occasionally ashamed of myself for it XD


Charles Offdenson♂--------------------Pickles the Drummer♂

Gawd, I love ya, ya robaht<3
I love you too, Pickles, but I really do got to get back to my paperwork.
Yer a robaht, always workin'.
I'm working for you Pickles.

The all about business ninja band manager who has put his life in line several times for his boys. Particularly the washed-out Irish alcoholic drummer.

Blarg, this was the closest I could get to Charlie's tie.
I love these two also<33

Note, all the typos were just the said characters accents/lisps.
If someone asks, I'll give plain English.

[Lyrical]

.:Sultan and Angel:.

He was the king of the farm. The dressage champion. The famous one who competed in Grand Prix, Championships, even Olympics. He could get any mare on this farm.
I was a potbellied, forgotten pony who was once used by the owners children, but they were long gone after growing up and choosing more elegant horses to ride. They left me in this pasture and the only time I get visitors is when the grumpy old groom brings me my food.
My pasture was right next to the training ring. They train him hard in the winter, getting ready for show season.
I watched him do his dance. Leg yeilds, half passes, turns on the forehand, piaffes. My favorite waswhen he did that light, bouncy trot. It looked as if he was skipping. His long, beautiful mane flowed and his neck arched perfectly. I liked to imagine he was showing off just for me.
I see him look longingly at the beautiful mares they used for jumping. Most of them were new, as the owner just introduced the new jumping program. How dare they come and make his eyes wonder, when I was the one who saw him first. We were raised in the same pasture, born 4 days apart. Our mothers were friends and we even frolicked on our brand new legs together before our mothers nickered a warning that we were straying to far.
That was before the new guy brought the farm and brought in the dressage training. Of course being a pony, i was thrown into the unneeded list. He gave me to his kids, mean, negletful kids who barely took care of me. they eventually disappeared, and the groom began to care for me.
I know he has to remember me. We spent our first months together! I was there when both of our mothers died in the fire and we huddled close together in the far corner of the east pasture. I was there when he was introduced to bit and bridle and was very frightened, so frightened they brought me down to stand by his side. he calmed down with me there. I've known we've had a connection since then, and I want him to feel it too.
So i learned the dance. I spent night hours when all the others were in the stable, learning those moves to get him to notice me.
It was hard, but I was practicing one day, when he came to the fence dividing our pasture.
"Angel", he cried, "how are you?"
I stood there, frozen. He noticed me! My dance worked.
"I-I-I'm good," I stuttered.
All of the sudden, a glamorous palimino mare called him over.
" I gotta go", he said. "But we should talk and catch up sometimes. With that he turned and trotted to the mare before they walked over the hill together.
I wonder if he felt our connection.

[ShadiSin]

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Ely (Fritter) [♀] &; Ami (Friskett) [♀]

.. not so much a couple..

but.

. . .

More of represents a very close friend (more like, 'fake (kiddingly/joke type stuff) wifey/girlfriend' and I.

In a way. Lol.

[iBrevity]

Mala [♂] .&&. Fide [♂]
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But you had to come along didn't you,
Break down the doors, throw open windows,
Oh, if you knew just what a fool you have made me.
So what do I do with this?
-----
There was light streaming through the blinds, spreading over the bodies laying in tousled sheets. Pale skin yet unmarred by either time nor injury, sandy blond hair with thread-thin strands over their pillows, one set of pale-blue eyes staring at the window and seeing nothing- the other {identical} pair shut in blissful slumber.

They always knew that it would come to this one day. But it was still an odd feeling for them both; still new, still innocent. It had never gotten any further than a few kisses, but... Mala's cheeks reddened at the memory. It shouldn't be like this, he knew, and that thought struck his heart with a sharp whip of guilt-

Then Fide shifted in his sleep, snuggling closer to his brother when an early morning breeze drifted in. And Mala didn't mind so much anymore. The guilt was still there; but in this moment, a little bubble of time, he could put aside those thoughts and responsibilities and fears and just... Relax.
Nothing mattered in the morning light- the calm before the storm, and the twins enjoyed it for all that it was worth. They were fools to let this go on- he was a fool, because it never mattered to Fide in the first place- but for just a moment, that could be excused. They'd figure out what to do next... In just a moment.
They always said that Fide was good for him. Maybe they were right.
Just not in the way they intended to be.

Ah, twincest incest, my [secret] favorite coupling. xD
I was actually contemplating writing some of this myself but wasn't too sure how keen everyone on here would be about the whole idea. x3
You did a wonderful job, I particularly love the final three lines. <3