[Mr.] Snuggles
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- Blu October
- BluphilliueayaGreunachiae Eleni’Nyx Nunziatina Gwenhwyvar Valentina October.
- Breakfast After
- 10 + The 21st / 2 AM Lovesickness = F i f t e e n ½ [Million] Hearts broken Today.
- There’s a
- Black Orchid near my D e t a c h a b l e p***s; Want to see?
- On Mriss Blu’s Menu
- Coin Operated Boys, Harlequin Girls, Futanaris, Transgenders, and Anything else without a Heartbeat. I guess that means that I’m ImmoralP a n s e x u a l.
- Tomorrow
- The darkest side of Houston's finest day; D e c e m b e r 25th.
- Just…
- Blue Sunshine, I’ve got no v a c a n c i e s.
Consent to Treatment
- Libby & Independently Happy
- I've got to learn to Live and Dream.
I wish I knew how to keep these Promises I made.
With a Kiss and a Cigarette..
You're better than any midnight Sex.
How do you tell your Father,
That you want him to Notice you?
You broke my Thunder.
Romantic Company for Walking.
I feel that my Social behavior may seem somewhat Unrehearsed.
- H.R.S.A & James
- Before I go and get myself in Love.
But I'm wishing this Amnesia would kick in.
If he makes you Scream..
If he Breaks you, tell me everything
Embarrassed faces,
Too Scared to ask for Help.
I'm Cramped and Crawling from under the Dead.
I've made Mistakes that I wrote.
I Apologize to the people I Hurt on the way.
- Holler
- Kick the Daydream.
3 weeks, she Sleeps.
Recorded Italian Radio.
Take a Pen and Write my name on a Friend.
Gently slip it in my Brandy.
How to Cook up pride?
Just how fascinating Kissing is.
Argue with a Tree
- Ugly-side
Okay, so I’m like the milk in your tea baby, seemingly standing out but still blending in so nicely it’s like magic. But if you’re lactose intolerant, then I can be that favorite flavor of pie on that rainy day. And if you’re not into that sugary vibe, then I can find you something subtle, mix and match me ‘til you get that fever that I’m delivering. When I look into a mirror, I don’t see any features, I simply see a slap of colors and maybe a few notes here and there. Sometimes it’s so ugly I get the urge to get a hundred plus years of bad luck by breaking the damn thing, but then sometimes it can be really handsome –but it’s always quick. That’s right, Blu can’t take the pressure of a mirror when the reflection is of herself, it’s not all jazzy like it is when it’s someone else. Take the doll from last Tuesday, she had the fiercest splashes of Bubblegum Pink and Cobalt Blue going on, and the notes? Man, that girl had Janis Joplin raging all about Piece of My Heart, and I’m telling you that I’d be damned if I couldn’t take my eyes off of her!
But see, those rare times when I’m tricked into looking, I don’t get all those darling things, nope. Let the green eye give it a shot, and I see nothing. Let the blue eye give it a shot, and I see nothing. Let them both look, and I see something, but believe me when I say it’s not something to be proud about –that I can assure you. So anyway, two shots of vodka and a skip, let’s get off the subject of all that silly jive –Ha, not that you could follow me through that Rabbit Hole anyway.
The razzle dazzle of genres and labels are as silly as the discrimination of genders, I wear what I want when I want to, and that’s it. I do not care to be called a tomboy, ‘cause that’s like a tomfool. Preppy, you say? Nah baby, that’s just commercial sway. Goth? Punk? Glittery? Loli? All those are a few notes short of harmonic, and it’s pretty sad they can’t all just get along. Well, actually I’m not really sure about the Loli, ‘cause if you think about it, that’s a subcategory of Goth, right? Maybe? A little? Shucks, I tried, cut me slack.
I am the new age bender that finds a mood to every fabric, a song to every trend, a reason behind it all. I want diversification, so maybe I’ll wear suspenders and some vintage pants with a fedora, and forget to button up my off-white collar shirt. Maybe I’ll try on some GoGo boots with a frilly skirt of taffeta, throw some ribbons in my hair and some fingerless gloves on my hands as I pat the cashmere of a sweater. I don’t see a problem being everything or nothing, but there is still in fact an in between. To the bare naked eye, I am either some fashionista too far ahead of the century, or I’m a hawt mess. Hell, either way I’m grand slam, I’ll get those lazy jaws exercising, but still I don’t really care.
It’s one of those ‘Blu did you get dressed in the dark again?’ type of things, except I actually always get dressed in the dark and normally it’s whatever I touch first or trip over. I’m not much of a fan of clothing, and to be honest I can be rather free with my body because it just really seems easier, so sometimes I can be called a funky sort of confused hippy. I’m not a hippy, but it’s easier to put two and two together due to my forgetfulness to throw on something when I have the genders over for a jam session. Hey, it’s not like I meant to cause nose bleeds and all, I just didn’t think it’d be a problem if I came out in boxers and a sports bra.
I was covered, especially ‘cause I still can’t seem to get the jest of normal bras.
Really!
Really!
Oh, I guess I should mention that too while I’m at it. I seem to somehow be composed of sexpot genes, or something like that, that’s what my foster brother screamed at me when he drove me out of the basement before those friends of his could die from whatever was inflicting them. I’m not sexy, and I’m not sure why they were screaming like wild banshees and clawing at my door like a pack of hungry wolverines, but I’ll saw it’s probably not my fault. [Actually, it is her fault, but y’know..] Hormones secrete like the sweet scent of diabetes sometimes, Go Figure.
- Drop
- 5’7
- Balance Beam
- One hundred Forty-Five
- Pro Re Nata
- Left near the Most Heartbreaking Shade of Green, Right past the How Blue is Blu?
- The Fern
- The shades of Chocolates with the stray of Caramel.
History for Sale
- Come in Closer
Oh, darling, don’t give me such a feisty look.
I’ll tell you something pretty, but only if it’s true.
I’ll shake, rattle, and cradle you. I’ll strum you ‘til
You break, but please, baby doll, don’t ever ask me,
To sing you and lie ‘til it breaks. Truth’s not for sale.
I’ll tell you something pretty, but only if it’s true.
I’ll shake, rattle, and cradle you. I’ll strum you ‘til
You break, but please, baby doll, don’t ever ask me,
To sing you and lie ‘til it breaks. Truth’s not for sale.
They called me Blu even before the Sun could set on that faithful day of Hymns and Carols. A baby to the very opposites of Mary and Joseph, a fact that even that sly Lucifer could whistle at, but there wasn’t a reason to cry and moan about being birthed to whomever. Even without coherent thoughts I felt that life should always be cherished, even if you can’t figure out just why. So I was a blank slate, little Boy Blue that was a big Girl Green, with eyes that had been open and swarming instead of a mouth that was wide and blaring with noise. Nope, no noise could be piped, only tinkling bells in amazement and thrill at the rhyme that perked tiny ears.
I want to say, I have to say, that I am not so simple to be called complex and so complex to call simple. My unpredictability can be predicted, and my predictability can still be unpredictable. An enigma? Maybe, baby, I was born to be some funky Rubik’s cube. Such a crafty design that becomes frustrating if twisted and turned with fingers that are not merely trying it out for fun. That is who I am, that is how I’ve been composed, even as a babe.
You see, as a child I may have been considered deaf and color blind, or rather I just really wasn’t too into the world. All these shades of white and black, the loud silence- I couldn’t find a way to break though, and really I didn’t want to. My mum and dad didn’t notice when they were around me, considering it was often ‘the little orphan’ title was attached to my name, it’s easy to see why. Take me to a darling little home with a black fence and whites faces, I’d blink my eyes and find some sort of affection drowning me. Take me to the bosom of my mum in the corner of an alley, and I’d see a black face with a white thread of lingerie.
I was a toddler, but darling my eyes were wide, much wider than they appeared to the naked eye. I was that precious mute I suppose, but I made no move to improve my status until I met her and heard him. I’ll tell you, I wasn’t so much as a doll as it may seem, I had bundles of life and I did as I pleased, but the fact that I could not seem to please myself was the problem. My biological parents? They could not communicate, we were lost in translation. My other parents? There was no need, they did what they wished and were content with my quiet.
But him? Oh, he was the reason why I could hear all the wonders of everything.
And she? Oh, she was the reason I could see all the beauty of everything.
And she? Oh, she was the reason I could see all the beauty of everything.
After that faithful meeting, my eyes struck gold with the vividness of Blues, Yellows, Reds, Greens- everything under the Sun and more! My ears were delighted with voices, harmonies, cries, songs –everything that could even make a sound, no matter how shrill, dull, or unattractive. So, give it nearly fifty-five foster homes later and a chest full of every fragment of a crushed dream, broken promise, shattered adolescent heart, and other minuscule things.
My name’s Blu, baby, how’re you?
“Aw, you’ve got such a poetic style of writing! I feel so sorry for you, Gawd that must have been tough.”
A sly grin may perk lips and be considered instead a sad smile in dim lighting, but the master of disguise never really uses tricks to draw in prey. It’s a given that I’m not exactly that stable rock for a shoulder to cry on, I can be slippery just like a seal sometimes, but there are a few things I’m certain I can’t cast aside at a given whim. I’m patient, unusually so, but if I feel the need to be rambunctious and brash I will be. Of course, it’s just to throw others off, I get a bit insecure if someone’s gaining on the right path to the Yellow Brick Road coated in specs of green and blue.
“Ha, just about as tough as it was for you to even try to understand. S’all right, I’m full of bullshit.”
Give me a laugh, a giggle, a little fluster touching the bridge of your nose at my cursing. I aim to please, and I won’t stop until I do. It’s a weakness; that want to be wanted. That feeling and desire to having partake in something social and fulfill an obligation, it’s like an adrenaline rush that an Athlete gets once the race starts. Or in another case, the thrill of a success of a lie. It can’t be mimicked or successfully replicated; each feeling is different even if it’s supposed to be the same race.
“Oh, don’t say that! You know I don’t like when you say things like that about yourself.”
Bingo. So, I’m sly like a fox, I guess it’s hard to see it when you really don’t want to. That’s okay, I wouldn’t be so genuine if I didn’t secrete charm like a horny bear waking up from a two year hibernation. It’s only natural for you to want to be around me, even if it’s to see me fail, I like that idea –but if I told you then you wouldn’t do it, now would you? I play games, some to get inside your head just enough so you can catch me, and others none at all but I’ll play along to make you feel as if that’s why you’re attracted to me. I’ll be whatever you want baby, it’s all right. That’s what I do, besides you of course.
“Yes, well…”
I’ll give you silence and fiddle slowly with my fingers as you eye me intently. I’ll bite upon my bottom lip as you speak to me, trying to really get the jest of this sudden awkwardness you feel drifting in the air. I’ll shudder when you touch me and stutter when you firmly ask me to speak to you. I’ll struggle when you break into my inner proximity, and I’ll breakdown when you kiss me. But then I’ll come back hungry like a wolf, and by then it’ll be too hard to leave the Spider’s parlor. Oh, you silly, foolish Fly.
You’ll whisper pleasantries in my ear, and depending on my dominance level, I’ll respond accordingly with something that may be too colorful to say to not so innocent audiences that only mock offense at their own inner naughtiness. You may unknowingly tell me I’m some sort of angel, maybe that I’m truly the most honest person you’ve ever met. I’ll grin and tell you it isn’t true, but it’d be inaudible because you really just don’t want to hear me degrade and reprimand myself. I’ve also been gifted with being called a rapist, molester, pathological liar, pervert, no good-two timing-man-stuck-in-a-woman’s-body..you get the jest of it- too, but I disagree with that, so no need to give it up vocally…
But damn it all to Hell if I don’t call you some other babe’s name, I swear I need to fix that.
“…Charolette? Excuse me? I’m a MAN!”
“Yes, yes! That you are, Malachai.”
“MALACHAI?”
“Susan? Tony? Rachel? Vernon? Jess-”
Aw, shucks.
“…Charolette? Excuse me? I’m a MAN!”
“Yes, yes! That you are, Malachai.”
“MALACHAI?”
“Susan? Tony? Rachel? Vernon? Jess-”
Aw, shucks.
And so, the testosterone in your body somehow shifts into estrogen and you start bitching like you’ve been hit by the PMS that you’ve ignored for umpteen years, I can’t help but laugh a bit. Call me a conniving b*****d, and call me a panty-thief, ‘cause there’s no way I’ll lose a notch in my bed. Oh, but you know what? Stacy’s Mum does have it going on, so does her dad, AND Stacy herself. But really, Stacy’s Mum, I mean, have you SEEN her?!
Gawd, if only that ‘C[ommitment]’ word didn’t scare the holy jazz out of me, I swear.
I can’t even say IT or anything related to it, it’s like…[Insert incoherent animated gestures], y’know?
I can’t even say IT or anything related to it, it’s like…[Insert incoherent animated gestures], y’know?
I know I’m no good, and it’s easy for others to know it too, but somehow I’ve been cursed with a honey-tongue and a worldliness that makes me easy to slip under any skin I come in contact with. Hawt damn, I guess I’m like another epidemic aren’t I? ‘Cept it seems I’m infecting faster than HIV or something. Oh well, I see another thing sashaying on past me, time for the next kill. See you on the flip side of the New Moon.
- Inner Glow
- Amazing, Razorblade, Chameleon, Somebody, Clumsy
Foiled
- It’s Just Me
- GO! GO! The RED RANGERBUBBLE is so Awesome!
- Into the Ocean
- "Roses are Red, Blood is Too. Sword of the Bubble, I CHOOSE YOU!"
- Hate Me
- “And with this Sword I Thrust into you! ..I mean..Aw Hell.”
- Let it Go
- Jupiter Jazz
- With a few impressively spiffy moves that would put any one of those swanky samurai to shame, the Red Bubble ends her gesture with her sexy sword hovering before her. With merely a few seconds to spare, she then physically takes it upon herself to do a dazzling leap into the air with her sword held high and mighty. Of course, it’s just a bluff, while you’re all shaky, frightened, and trying to counter, she finds the time to give you the kiss of your life! And well, then you get all cut up and half naked along the way, but that mind blowing kiss will be your aspirin for a bit! Hey, it’s sexycute to her, that’s all that matters.
- Saturn Scat
- Light Saber meets Gunslinger in this epic little attack. That’s right, dear Red becomes the Jedi Gunner of your dreams, armed with a sword too hawt to imagine and bullets normally made up on the spur of the moment [Hey, you’d never know that unless she admitted it!], it may seem a bit silly if some random Mariachi music started to play in the background.
- Version Lock & Rock
Placing her fingers in a few select places and focusing her choice of inanimate to organic things upon the blades, she can jump start her blade into thrusting out like an automatic or simply fingering the ‘trigger’ for a regular shot or two. Now, Red’s a bit trigger happy, and this attack is something she’d absolutely love to use on a regular basis, but considering she might lose her mind –she’d probably use it sparingly.
Version Brittle Bullet
Now, sincerely this is one of those things that lack the whimsy of the Bubble world. Without any actually physical things to use as ammo, Red instead uses manifestations of her own reach. What’s that mean, you ask? Well, it means that if Red’s extremely overcome with a specific emotion or has raging circulation of essence or whatnot, she can use it as ammo, plain and simple. Of course, considering that it’s not quite something that’s healthy, it’s more or less something kept in the back pocket for one of those ‘all or nothing’ days.
- Pluto Bebop
- Well, you know how King Arthur became all funky and famous once he pulled out Excalibur? Well, this attack is the exact opposite, especially because it’s actually a defense mechanism. It’s simple really, Red’s sexy sword takes a plunge either javelin style or simply a thrust into whatever the floor may be composed of, and then she kneels to the floor like that of a knight. As silly as it may sound and seem, a designated area behind Red will become shrouded in a dome and everything outside of it may become a casualty if they’re stupid enough to try to attack otherwise. Of course, dear Red’s still left open, and as long as she’s in her position and focused, that dome’s impenetrable. A large vulnerability on her part, but Shh! Don’t tell!
- Mars Musicology
- Ah yes, the IT of the Red’s favorites besides the first two attacks –for obvious reasons mind you. Using different techniques to let the wind slide against her sword, Red can create different sounds to bounce from the blade and transfer into an array of different musical forms. Now, now, before you say that sounds absolutely ridiculous, let me explain why it’s instead absurdly genius! Using the specific musical tone, Red can blow the notes in the direction of the target and hypnotize them into falling into whatever mood the notes should bring. Well, she can also thrust her sword into the person like a beacon, touch them in some way or the other, or just blow them [the notes perverts] from the tips of her blade. She chooses the latter just to be formal, buuuttt she’s not against any unnecessary closeness, especially if it’s a ballad or sonata produced.
- What if We Could
- [ B ! N G O ]
- Congratulations
- Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek by Blue October.
Approaching Normal
- Who Am I
- BLue Skies, REplace My HeArt -I'm NerVous. Picking Up the PiEces, It’s Just ME, GRACEful Dancing.
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o wo
-spins around-
My life could be allot better.
I would ask how you are, but you told everyone already~
;D
o wo
-spins around-
My life could be allot better.
I would ask how you are, but you told everyone already~
;D
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Lovely profile Gravcie.
-still reading eet-
D<
Is anyone going for the green~
Lovely profile Gravcie.
-still reading eet-
D<
Is anyone going for the green~
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Your love and care do make it all the better.
D:
-luffles-
-raises hands-
-flaps-
-fails-
I wore a shirt that said 'Kiss me because I said so'.
These weird dudes made kissy faces in Starbucks.
I might consider going for green,since I can't go up against Krys.
D:
Your love and care do make it all the better.
D:
-luffles-
-raises hands-
-flaps-
-fails-
I wore a shirt that said 'Kiss me because I said so'.
These weird dudes made kissy faces in Starbucks.
I might consider going for green,since I can't go up against Krys.
D:
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1, 2, 3, 4 Fight!
Stick to the B.E.A.T,
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