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[truer]

Dignity? Modesty? Propriety? Being able to keep secrets? These things are someone else's problem now that your character has been somehow given a super dose of truth serum. No matter what they do, they cannot help but tell the truth. They are compelled to do it and, by God, nothing's gonna stop. Nothing can stop them.

How to:

→ Post with your character . . . who has just been dosed with the ultimate magical truth serum, blurting out something they would otherwise lie about or keep secret. Maybe they are in the middle of spouting off an unpopular opinion, an embarrassing personal fact or admitting to a favorite sexual position or partner? Run wild the idea. Just . . .
→ DO NOT LEAVE YOUR COMMENT BLANK. It's your character and their secret.
→ Other characters reply with their reactions. Shenanigans ensue!
→ If confronted with a question, your character MUST answer all of them honestly.
→ Have fun and be excellent to each other.

Idea based on previous memes, notably this one; this incarnation reposted from here.

Comments

Causing crimes and looking super!

[the_urban_tiger]

[It wasn't easy to admit that, but the results, Sebastian thinks, will be well worth the bruised and bloodied ego. At least until Jim brings it up later when he's not having trouble keeping his mind off fucking his boss.] Yessir.

[Like he could forget those words. He had thought about how Jim might do it. He'd gotten himself off in the shower thinking about it, too. The way Jim would kill him, slow and precise and intimate, keeping him alive as long as possible. All the time in the world to think about dying, think about Jim then. And those void-like eyes.

Sebastian moves forward then, hand coming out to grip Jim by his tie and drag him into a kiss whether or not he has permission. He earned this, he earned pulling that tie tight as he crushes his lips against Jim's, presses his tongue to the criminal's lips to demand them to part.

Desk or shower? What are the chances he can push his luck and get both?]

That will be the new inoffical slogan! Come to the dark side, we have awesome hair.

[alwayswestwood]

[For Jim, this is more about power, about prying into the very core of Sebastian and messing around with parts of Sebastian's self that the other would usually keep guarded and protected. You are mine.

The corner of Jim's mouth twitches at the 'Yessir' and there's almost something like appreciation on his face. Pupils dilated, his eyes are dark as the mouth of a gun, two guns pointed at Sebastian, the deadly weight of Jim's gaze. He could kill you, Sebastian - he could blow up the whole world, burn it, end future, past, and present.

Kissing. The one thing where Sebastian might actually be the better, the more practiced attacker, because (normally) Jim doesn't care about the gesture and never liked it an awful lot. He can't stand the smell of people, the scent of their breaths, the thought of their spit and tongues and teeth - it's revolting. Sebastian is different, though. After-shave and gun oil, cold smoke and kerosene, sweat and blood and pain. On the best days, Jim can taste his own expensive cognac on his breath, can scent the faint trace of gunshots fired in the cold of the night clinging to the fabric of the sniper's clothes. His lips part - not at the first touch of tongue, but soon enough, granting entrance and meeting Sebastian's tongue with his own.

Swallowing thickly, feeling the restriction, feeling the fine fabric of his 250$ tie pressing into the skin of his throat, Jim hums, a low rumble in the depths of his chest. He likes this - but he also likes the thought of the shower. So if you play well, kitty? Jim might actually play along.]

Well I'm sold! (also, how did I forget this thread :|)

[the_urban_tiger]

[It's that gaze that sets Sebastian off, keeps him crawling back for more. As a man was addicted to danger, to chasing the next big high, to pursuing the edge of near-death until something manages to drag him over, everything he wanted was right there in that bullet hole gaze. Jim could burn the whole world, and Sebastian would offer him the matches.

Kissing was usually too intimate and gave the wrong impression with one night stands and quick fucks, but with Jim... With Jim it registers as another means of domination, of force and struggle and violence and power. Never soft and tender, never gentle, sometimes too much teeth and blood gets drawn between them. This time in no different, aggressive and claiming, tongue pressing against the one offered. Sebastian's not going to easily risk his momentary advantage, fingers sliding up the tie to rest at the knot only to pull the fabric tighter around Jim's throat, starting to restrict his air. First one who breaks it off is the first defeat of the game, isn't it? And you can bet Sebastian will play dirty.

Already the space between them is closing as the sniper draws in close, trying to force Jim back for the step forward he takes. The need to get Jim caught, pressed between him and something hard is near overwhelming. Desk first, play his cards right, finish up in the shower.]