TRUTH SERUM - My muse has to answer any and all questions regardless of what it is.
Please preface questions with “Truth.”

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TRUTH SERUM - My muse has to answer any and all questions regardless of what it is.
Please preface questions with “Truth.”
First person to say 'Master' owns my muse as a slave for five days.
"Nahhhh, bein’ good is for squares, man." he offered the other Scout a crooked grin, helping him up to his feet easily. He planted his hands on his hips and tilted his head, peering at the Scout’s face, secretly hoping it would bruise. Bruising someone’s face was pretty damn great — especially since you got proof of your win right there.
"Good! I’ll be waitin’ for dat, den~." he taunted and waggled his fingers at him a bit, cocking his hips.
It was as the Scout was in the middle of talking that Conley moved - a sweeping kick aimed at the back of the other's knees. Perhaps this was close enough that the other wouldn't expect it.
"Great," he returned the grin. "And you're, like, right. Being good's for squares and all."
Adrien Sahores for Tiger Of Sweden SS2014
Adrien Sahores by Bruno Staub for Numéro Homme China, fall 2012.
M!A pink
PINK: Someone's in a flirty mood~. For 48 hours, you do nothing but flirt and try to get into someone's pants.
Oh - well, that was a weird feeling and, honestly, he wasn't much of a flirter, but, he supposed, he could have a good attemopt at it. New experiences and all - time to see who catches his eye first.
Color-Themed M!As
Blood Red: For 10 hours, you have an intense need to see blood, your own, or others, just as long as you see that crimson liquid!
Red: For 48 hours, your muse is a demon, with red eyes and a twisted mind. Pitchfork not required.
Orange: Ooh~, for 5 days, you are insane! With intense nightmares, and the feeling of someone watching you, you must survive the insanity.
Yellow: For 3 days, you can't bare to be in the shadows. You must always have light on you, it can be the sun, or anything that gives off light.
Lime Green: Uuugh.... For 24 hours, your muse is sick. Full-blown, stomach hurting, head ache, dry throat, exhausted sick.
Green: The powers of plants are in your hands! For 72 hours, you can control plants at your every will.
Sky Blue: There's no storm cloud above your head! For 24 hours, you feel like you can do anything, and be optimistic, anything good can happen!
Dark Blue: Even if life's going great for you, you suddenly feel depressed, like a storm cloud is above your head. For 24 hours, you are depressed.
Black: Oh no! The world's gone dark! Your vision has been impaired for 48 hours, so no seeing for you!
Grey: The world is just a mix of black, white, and greys. For 24 hours, you'll be colorblind.
White: For 48 hours, your muse is an angel, with feather, snow white wings. Halo not required.
Gold: Anything you touch for 12 hours will turn to pure gold! Be careful of who and what you touch!
Silver: Anything you touch for 12 hours will break into pieces. Be careful of what you touch!
Pink: Someone's in a flirty mood~. For 48 hours, you do nothing but flirt and try to get into someone's pants.
"What—?" he rolled his eyes and sat back on the other Scout’s tummy proudly. “‘n my Ma only hits me when ‘ve been bad. …which is all da time, so…" he paused to think about that — how often did his mother actually hit him? Did spanking count? Not that she spanked him anymore anyway. Grown men don’t get spanked.
He glanced back down at Conley and hoisted himself back up, offering a hand to the downed Scout. “Yeah, I know. I win dis round, though. You can get revenge later when I ain’t expectin’ it.”
He grunted slightly as he became a human seat for the fellow scout, frowning somewhat. "Huh? Oh, right. Well, uh, - I hope you're good now? I dunno," he tried to roll the other off of him, before he noticed the weight lift and a hand being offered to him.
He took it, soon pulling himself to his feet and brushing down his shirt and back.
"Yeah, yeah. That's what I'm gonna do. Just when you, like, forgot I'm gonna do this," he grinned, nodding his head and examining the other man, he rubbed his own slightly sore face for a moment.
Royauté française. Adrien.
Ask me my "TOP 3" anything!
"Nothing," he assured. "I was just talking to myself. Remember, I’m psychotic? We insane people do that."
"Uhh, yeah, okay. Well, like, I'm gonna go and find that thing I didn't steale and bring it right back - ok? Ok!" With that he turned and sprinted off, thinking of all the places he could have accidentally taken it to.