Message for Newcomers + RIM + Swag Surprises

Hey. Cutepups here. Message for new people here (you're here I'm guessing):

I call every //nice// person who views my blog (this one as the main one) Mystical Sparks, or Mistians. Best friends I call my Sweggsters as well (as well as characters too). I //used to// have this post segment called Cute Pup of the Day. This blog is drifting away from being an AJ blog into just a more general blog. Unlike other AJ blogs, I sometimes swear in my posts. I also am still writing Twinkle's Story (the first story in my The Extraordinary Others //TEO// series). It is NOT your ordinary (or not ordinary) AJ story. It has scenes of strong violence (still getting to that point lol) with lots of blood (lol gore), //substitute// swear words, and romance (with some sensual content)- and I try to write them in detail. If you can't handle that, then I don't suggest viewing my blog often because I post about my story often. I say swag/sweg a lot too, haha. I post about anything I like, and I sometimes vent. Because, like, I'm a teen. So yeah. 
~ Cutepups

The RIM is this thing.

If anyone wants to comment a commercial skit, then go ahead. I have something else in mind for this post... >:D

So anywho, I have found a song that I immediately fell in love with. As some of you might know, I like rock songs more than pop songs (except for a few.. more like alternative music nvm).

So yeah. This song. Omg yes. <3

I'm pretty sure there are no swears in this particular song, but just in case there are, that's your warning. 

(*I own NOTHING about it- the song, the lyrics, the video, the video-maker.. nothing! >:0*)

"My Nightmare"~ Get Scared

Just.. Just yes. :) <3

For like the first time ever, I don't think this song has an immediate connection to Duke and/or Fierdan (one of my Twinkle's Story characters I type about very often).

So now it's time for the swag surprise that features sensitive content and violence. 

YAY! XD

(Yes, it involves Twinkle's Story, but I'm writing this as vaguely as possible, and it won't be written as it is here. Because of obvious reasons, and because I'm still planning the scenes in the future out.)

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. . . . . .

The night was very dark, and the air had a misty feeling to it. High up above, some stars tried to shine down, possibly as a sign of hope. The misty layer of fog obscured the stars to brighten the world far below them. There was no hope, not tonight. There also was a biting wind, and that wasn't only because of the weather finally turning colder. It was as if even the nature above was watching in dreaded horror the scene that enfolded far, far below.

In the clearing, there were three visible foxes. There were two guys, and one girl. The two guys looked distinctively similar, except for a few very minor details. The one slightly taller was a bit behind the other two, in a attempt to appear hidden when the following events took place. He felt upset and guilty, but it had to be done. He explained it to the other male fox, who he inferred was explaining it to the girl. All three of them had tears in their eyes, running down their faces.

"No! You can't!" the girl cried. "You can't do this!" She had the most tears run down her face, leaving her face wet and splotchy.

The other guy, whom she was speaking to, replied rather calmly. It frightened her even more. "You know I have to do this. He told--"

"What if he was just lying to you this entire time?! What if he always has been evil?!" the girl interrupted, screaming. 

The other guy turned his head away from them in his lame attempt to hide from the guilt. This time, however, he knew he couldn't run away. He had to stay at the scene.

"He's not evil, he's telling the truth," the guy in the clearing replied.

The girl just sniffed with her heart pounding in her throat as he went on talking to her. She thought this was so unnecessary and uncalled for.

"You know if I stay here any longer, everything- this world- will be destroyed even more than it is now. You know ever since the Night of the Black Flames that my bomb started to count down. I'm that bomb! I hurt so many people, even your own family! I'm a freaking demon's puppet!"

"I... I don't care!" the girl cried. "I love you so, so much! You can't just throw your life away!"

The guy replied as calmly as he could. "If you love me, then you would understand that I have to do this. I'm not throwing my life away, this is for everyone's sake. And besides..." he looked over his shoulder and made eye contact with the other guy who came along. The guy nodded at him, and he turned around again to make his eyes stare only at the girl in front of him. Her deep blue eyes that held so many memories of them together, from the best to the worst. 

As the air grew colder, the cuts and bruises that covered the guy's body stood out more than ever. But even more than that, two deep purple flames, outlined in black, shone inexplicably brightly. One covering his heart- he was shirtless-, and one surrounding his left eye with the black tips of the flame slowly spreading out to cover most of the left side of his face. The girl sniffed as he finally picked up the weapon that laid down at his feet, minutes before. The two guys brought it with them, that special shooting weapon, because it was the only weapon that could work- and the weapon played a major role in what was about to happen.

Holding the weapon carefully, he walked over to the girl. He carefully but quite forcefully put the weapon in the girl's right paw and made her wrap her fingers around it to hold it herself. When she finally cooperated with him and held the weapon up, the trigger pointing threateningly at the guy, he backed away to where he stood before.

A few minutes of silence washed over the clearing. Time kept on ticking by without a single thing happening.

Finally, after growing impatient, the guy spoke in this serious tone to the girl. He only said two simple words, his eyes on the trigger pointed directly at his heart. "Shoot me."

A minute later with the girl not saying anything as she held the weapon frozen in fear, he spoke again. "What are you waiting for?! Shoot me."

Several seconds later, the girl finally said, "No... no. I can't... I can't shoot you!"

The tips of the flame around his eye grew around in all directions reaching into his forehead, upper cheek, and area between his two eyes. He was starting to become frustrated and desperate with the girl. He yelled at her, "Yes you can! You're not gonna kill me... technically. Just shoot me already!"

"No..." the girl whispered.

He screeched. "Shoot me!"

After another few minutes without the girl pulling the trigger, he angrily walked up to the girl and stole the weapon from her grasp. He walked back to his original spot yet again, holding the weapon casually down at his side.

The girl's sobs and whimpers faded away to background noise as he carefully aimed the weapon's trigger to aim straight at his heart. His heart that was the source of this ticking time bomb about to explode and destroy everything he hadn't done already. His heart, his flaming heart, that was the source of his living hell.

He still stared into those blue eyes. Those twinkling blue eyes. Then, at that moment, he pulled the trigger. The trigger of the weapon that was aimed at the heart of the flame, the heart that was his gateway to hell and the demon; the trigger of the weapon that was aimed at his heart.

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So... Did I make anyone cry? ;D

Got some action and feels (sad) here? ;)

lol jk

But seriously though. I still have troubles planning events to happen between where the story is now and when this scene takes place (which isn't the "end" end of Twinkle's Story).

You might think it's somehow "cliche", but I bet it isn't how you think it would go afterwards. (lol no)

So yeah, I'm evil. Boo. >:)

Ha Ha Ha

Bye.