#r.aucous

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SEDUCTION STYLE

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Your Seduction Style: The Natural

You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen. Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people. You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find! People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.

#r.aucous #k.anon

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Surrealism

Already answered dick cheese, but I bet it’s got somethin’ to do with your flaky ass.

#more like #why d'you think you can show up outta' nowhere whenever y'feel like it? #one minute kid. #r.aucous #godsqeed #a.sk

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Byzantine, Renaissance, Rococo, Neoclassicism, Contemporary

Byzantine: Do you prefer gold or silver accessories?

Gold, without a question. Always went better with my complexion and most of my family swears by the stuff.

Renaissance

Already answered.

Rococo: Is your bedroom full or trinkets and pictures? If so, which pictures adorn your walls?

Sure as hell is. Granted, I’ve still got some reworking and general mayhem to cause since movin’ in with Ell, but I’m goin’ for what I had setup in my bachelor pad. Polaroids and photos I’ve accumulated over the years pinned to every wall, most of hijinks and friends; trips back to France, new meetings from further south, a smattering of selfies and some undeniable nudes the web’ll never see; it’s a hodgepodge of a life and I wouldn’t want it any other way. ‘course there’s statues collected, a penis mould you don’t gotta’ get me drunk to explain, and a few irreplaceable trinkets from home that usually get set somewhere my drunk ass can’t destroy.

Neoclassicism: If something came back into fashion, what do you hope it would be?

I’ve always lived by a simple rule: If I like it, I wear it. And it just so happens that my usual go-tos have been makin’ a comeback for the last few years. Can’t say I can complain. M’all for seein’ folks plastered in flannel and denim jackets. Always had a hard on for the look. Only thing I don’t see ‘round as often as I like these days is airbrush tees. I’ve got an impressive collection somewhere.

Contemporary: What did you do today?

Jet lag is still sittin’ in my bones, though that ain’t quite the word for it, is it. Haven’t completely shaken off our trip, so wakin’ up and realizing we ain’t in Milies anymore takes some getting used to. Met up with a friend for drinks and catchin’ up ‘cause christ has it been a while, checked in on the shop not that they need me, forcing myself to remember what Tokyo feels like is all.

Art historic asks

#thanks man #s'always appreciated #r.aucous #barefaced eye #a.sk

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Gothic, Renaissance, Impressionism, Surrealism.

Gothic: What is your favourite historic building?

Mezquita-Catedral de Córdoba! Hands down. One of the few places in this world that has me thinkin’ this religious business ain’t all that bad. Soon as those voussoir arches come into view, there’s no escaping the majesty of it all. Now guess where m’draggin’ you next time we’re in Spain.

Renaissance: Have you ever had a time in your life when you felt enlightened or changed?

Absolutely. The cusp of my teens and the sharp edge that was burgeoning adulthood made for a real time of growth. I was all burning rebellion in my youth, unable to muster what it was I wanted to do, hell, who in the fuck I was going t’be. I left home and spent a few years wandering India, forming and changing so when I made my return, most folks didn’t recognize me. I’d go back to those days if I could.

Impressionism: Do you look for details or take everything in at once?

I take everything in at once. It usually ain’t ‘til a while later, whether that’s an hour, a few days, sometimes a coupla’ years. I don’t have the focus for the details at first, excitement among other things takes hold before I can get to that.

Surrealism: Why does the porcupine think it's a duck?

Why wouldn’t it? Porcupine’s whatever it wants t’be. Shit, we all are.

Art historic asks

#thanks babe #now reblog this so I can return the favour! #r.aucous #🐘 #tokyoxrose #a.sk

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Scar story

M’sure you’ve noticed the red wine stain tattoo taking residence on my right ass cheek. B’lieve it or not, babe, under those tactfully scaled blotches is a real ugly scar, deeper than it is wide. S’been covered for years so I barely remember what it looks like these days, but it was somethin’ impressive when I first got it. Granted, it ain’t the sort of thing I’m proud about, but we’ve all been there, right? Long night of drinkin’, you finally stumble out of your sixth bar that night, and the air’s got this crisp bristle to it; gives you goosebumps. And at that point you need ‘em considering how warm the booze is when it gets to runnin’ under your skin. Anyway, by then, you’re game for anything. ‘specially things you shouldn’t be doin’, saaaay, trespassing into a cemetery and playin’ hide and go seek in the mausoleums. Of course, fun times end up getting cut short when security shows up, and you’re gunning it, determined to get the hell outta’ there before you’re forced to explain the shitty beer on your breath. I’d love t’say I got away scott free, but where’d be the fun in that, huh? The truth is a lot messier. I will say this! I was makin’ good time and if I’d jumped a little bit further, I’d have gotten away. So m’running right, dodgin’ this way and that, a little sluggish considerin’ how much alcohol I was packing, but not too shabby as it were. I fucked up when I got to climbing the fence. It was dark, my sneakers were slippery, and I hadn’t noticed the other bit of fence. Yanno’ that really sharp ended kind, just like you imagine any cemetery to be surrounded by, all sharp tipped and unnecessarily gaudy? I’m climbing, I’m just about there, I can taste freedom, and I leap from the first fence. Unfortunately my luck sees fit to takin’ a smoke break right then and there, ‘cause I land ass first, yeah, y’heard it right, Scull, ass first on the lower fence, impaled me good. That ain’t even the scariest bit. Scariest part I was only an inch, two tops, from impaling my asshole and the way I see it, my luck came back just in time to save me from that ordeal. ‘course I was left to hang there while security caught up. I couldn’t sit for weeks.  Moral of the story: ‘ppreciate your ass while you got it. Or find someone that does. Wink.

Send “✒” and my muse will tell yours the story behind one of their scars / accepting

#tokyoxrose #r.aucous #a.sk #🐘

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100% alcohol by volume.

My man. 👌🏽

What warning label would you put on my muse / accepting

#barefaced eye #a.sk #r.aucous

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BOLD THE NATURAL AESTHETICS THAT APPEAL TO / APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG. FEEL FREE TO ADD ANY NATURAL FEATURES YOU SEE FIT.

fluffy white nimbus clouds. dark grey cumulonimbus clouds. rain clouds. a hurricane. light spring breeze. a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise. hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water. blankets of sparkling snow. tornado winds. monsoon flooding. rich, orange sunsets. soft, purple clouds at dusk. heavy hail. the rumbling of thunder. icy sleet. gentle snowfall. moss-dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds.

grey winter skies. navy blue skies in the daytime. cool mist in the morning. leaf-bare trees. giant ocean waves. the full moon. a cracked, dry desert. rolling hills of prairie grass. sweeping waves of briny seawater. rocky, steep ravines. rippling canyon walls. spindly, cave stalactites. creeping, green ivy. lush canopies of leafy trees. dense, white fog. a peaceful creek of clear water. flowering cacti dusted with dew, catching light in the morning sun. a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur. sharp, grey mountainsides. fossils nestled in chunks of rock. a white sand beach. deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt.

soft, squishy moss. uniform rows of birch trees in winter. delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor. tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape. light rain. summer wildfires. a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm. silent lightning in the static of summer heat. a windy blizzard. thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky. a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field. a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes. a pure blue sky. a river of molten rock. a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground.

bitter, cold winds. tumultuous skies of stormy clouds. branches of lightning ripping across the sky. a foggy swamp. the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range. sandy brown cliff sides. rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake. the mysterious sound of ethereal trumpets in the sky. the lights of the auroras borealis and australis. a black sand beach. a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow, aqua waters. underwater volcanic vents. a herd of migrating mammals. tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds. a field of lush grain waving peacefully in the summer breeze. the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night. natural disaster.

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#r.aucous #k.anon

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⁇ & ✘ % $ ( I know I'm still being dead but I cannot pass up this opportunity : D )

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ sms : ghost drool ] : i abet you think ur slick huh dontchu bc you’re who the fuck knows whsere but yyou’d be wrONG. i’m like an elephant kid i never forget. herms is gonna huear about hist!

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

[ sms : ghost drool ] : drinks on me tonight, bud. you ain’t so bad after all. 

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

[ sms : ghost drool ] : should have taken a page out of your dad’s book and ditched your ass sooner.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[ sms : ghost drool ] : you ever been in an orgy, kid? inebriated or other wise. if you haven’t, we’re gonna’ have to go about changing that real soon. what’re half uncles for?

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[ sms : ghost drool ] :  img103843020.jpg attached[ sms : ghost drool ] : Tell it to me honest. These chaps make my ass look big or what?[ sms : ghost drool ] : fOR FUCKS SAKE YOU BETTER FUCKIN PRETEND YOU SAW ZILCH KID[ sms : ghost drool ] : BUT WHile we’re at it i mean[ sms : ghost drool ] : what do you think??

#godsqeed #a.sk #r.aucous #one minute kid. #( lookit you rising from the dead! you know it's all good babe i hope you're doing sweell. feel free to hit this goob up whenever )

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🍸+ Do you looooove me?

The squint currently furrowing his brows could probably be felt around the world and back.

“You’re a total shit lord, yanno’ that, and not just ‘cause I saw this shit coming, but more so to the fuckin’ point– you know as well as I do, your ass is stuck under my skin whether I like it or not. So yeah. S’pose I do. You didn’t hear it from me.”

#😒 #r.aucous #baby boy. #m a d or d i e #a.sk

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Three words, huh? Better make this good. How about.......Secretly sappy loser

#🙄 #baby boy. #r.aucous #m a d or d i e #a.sk

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I love you. (See what I did there? Encompasses the many, many words I could use to describe you that brings about these words every day. 😘 Mushy overload.)

#👀 #r.aucous #🐘 #tokyoxrose #a.sk #沖縄.

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Properly thinking about this, the first three words when I think of you are: unusual, humorous (uh.. I hate to admit it) and slightly artful.

#... 🌝 #prunekid. #r.aucous #k0zue #a.sk

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Saggy goat-lover ✨

#😒 #prunekid. #r.aucous #k0zue #a.sk

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Slurred words

“So s’like this,” there was no turning back now that he had it in his head to speak. A drunken Dio wasn’t a new sight to begin with, but more often than not, he held his drink like a self-proclaimed champ. So it took several hours to reduce him to the heavily lidded, slumped excuse of a sack he’d become. “I mean, boil it down real simple, you're my ex husband. Ex-fuckin’-husband. Who'da fuckin' thought! Sure sure y'were usin' me for my french passport but details, who needs ‘em. Thoooough... baby mama kinda' has a funny ring to it, don't it? 'cause say what you will, Astor's comin' up like me, I'mma make sure of it.” Tongue loose, nonsense quickly unfurled around another pull of his beer, teeth clicking against the glass rim. Elbows heavy on the table, he blinked long and slow, cogs whirring behind his eyes. “Yanno’, you’re one of those fuck ups I regret somethin’ wild.” 

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk / accepting

#r.aucous #( idek man ) #m a d or d i e #a.sk

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I'd let you fuck me if I was drunk enough.

Dutch courage, huh?

tell me a secret anonymously / accepting

#r.aucous #faceless worshipper. #a.sk

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Slurred words

“Y’don’t give a fuck most days we meet and I like that most about ya’. You also never cut my ass slack, y’were always a hard ass and shit if that don’t make things fun.” Their get togethers were few and far between these days, but so was life. Despite that, they fell into drink and easy conversation like it’d hadn’t been weeks, months since their last. “In my head, think I got you pinned as this independent woman from all the ‘yonce songs and t’see you any other way would be like a fuckin’ lie. So you ain’t allowed t’be anything but single and free, y’got it?” His laugh couldn’t have been more obnoxious if he tried.

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#r.aucous #s ga in #a.sk