Sooner or later, every man reveals himself

[foundparadise]

"you're my weakness" meme
A SHIPPING MEME

You're a strong person, perhaps physically, perhaps mentally, perhaps both. You're brave. A steel rod of a backbone means you face your enemies with little hesitation, doing the job no one else wants to do. That kind of intestinal fortitude is commendable. You have a purpose. You have a mission. There is something about you that people want. And you have a weakness. Maybe nobody knows it or maybe everyone knows it, but your weakness is the person you're in love with. Yes, in love. Someone like you can be in love, whether you've admitted it to yourself or not...or to them. More than anything, you want to be with them and keep them safe from harm. Sometimes, you just can't. It's more dangerous around you than with you. Whether you're together or not, you should hope that no one with an axe to grind with you knows that this person is your blind spot... HOW TO PLAY Comment with your character, preferences, whether you're open to smut or no, etc. Be sure to mention if you'd prefer to play the one with the weakness or the "weak spot." Reply to others. Use the RNG or not. PROMPTS ship First Meeting: You've never met a person who's caught your interest quite like this; you may not know how to respond to these unique feelings. With Them Before It Happened: They came first. The situation that drove you to your "destiny" occurred later. You can't just throw away that old life. Unexpected Savior: You were down and out. They found you and nursed them back to health. You feel indebted to them..and more. Normalcy is Abnormal: You would never take things like dinner, picnics, dancing, or the movies for granted. Some people can't have that, after all. Missed Date: Of course, you have to bail out on dates occasionally. Duty calls. Shown Love: Who could ever care for someone like you? They can. They show you selfless affection Bad Apple: You’re rotten through and through - except for your genuine love for them. Light of My Life: Everything in this world seems terrible except for them, you’re beautiful, shining light. For them, you can live. Something There: Before, you were cruel to them, or they to you, yet now both of you see past that blustery beast (even if one of you was, say, a prisoner); Keepings Tabs: You have to know that your most important person is safe, or else you just can’t think straight. Stay Away: For their own protection, they have to keep away from a dangerous person like you. So no matter if you love them of they love you, you have to break up with them for their safety. Happened Before: The person you loved before got hurt because of you and you swore you would never love again. Still, you’re feeling that way once more, letting those walls down, and the old patterns are repeating themselves over and over. Important: You’re a king, a lord, a president, a top assassin. People would love to get close to you - or take you out - if they could find the right path in. Bodyguard: Your mission is the one you love (though you didn’t start out loving them), and the one thing keeping you from keeping them perfectly safe is also them. Berserk Button: From minor slight to major injury, no one hurts your lover without retribution. Left in the Dark: They don’t know what kind of life you truly lead. How long can you keep that double life a secret? Became This for Them: What you are now is all out of your adoration for them. You’ll do anything to keep them safe, even if it means becoming a monster. Not Accepted: You’ve finally revealed what you are in all actuality to them and the reaction was not positive. They’re repulsed by you or by what you’ve done. Dynamic Duo: They’ve accepted everything about you, including your mission. In fact, they want to help you fulfill your purpose. Family: You two have started a family together, so there's even more to lose. Blackmail: Some sinister somebody is holding the happiness, safety, or wellbeing of your loved one above your head to make you serve them. Hate Me: It’s not enough to leave them. You have to ensure their safety by making them despise you and never search you out. Destroy: You know that they could be your undoing, so you'll take them out yourself. You refuse to be weak. Kidnapped: Your weakness has been spotted and picked at, quite literally. Now, the person you care for is in the clutches of someone who wants nothing more than to see you destroyed. Bad End: Is it in bad taste to want to name this prompt after a certain comic book character? The worst of your fears has come to past. Your beloved is dying in your arms because of their relationship with you and you weren't able to save them in time. Placed in Your Life: The one you thought you loved and trusted was only a mole all along. They were placed in order to get you to make certain decisions and never really cared for you. Happy Ending: You've made it to a safe enough place in your life for you and your love to be stable and settle down. smut Reluctant: You don't want to hurt your partner during intimacy, which is a distinct possibility. Solace: There's only one place where you find comfort about what your true nature is, and that's in their arms. Manipulation: There's one way to worm into your heart and onto your good side; they know it, and they can make you squirm. That's not always a good thing.

Comments

Rey | Star Wars

[girlandherstaff]

Nick Hobbes | Weirdsister College

[justhobbes]

Rey || Star Wars: The Force Awakens || F/M

[talentedscavenger]

Genji Togashi | Sakigake!! Otokojuku | ota

[gakuseibou]

[open to all options- works as either the weakness or the one with the weakness!]

Beau Swan | Twilight AU | OTA

[clumsyswan]

(He is the weakspot, usually.)

Liling 'Lily' Yang | World of Darkness OC | OTA

[splendidphoenix]

Prince Hans ♔ Frozen ♔ OTA

[13thinline]

First Meeting

[forestwater]

Look at him, he thought. Clearly nobility, with hair cut just so, those clothes tailored so neatly. Amadahy liked his look. The line of his nose, the body language. There was a near sneaky look that indicated something more than the "I am both rich and pretty, provide me the silver platter" way of being.

No, he was a thinker, a doer and thus interesting. Amadahy approaches with his hands tucked behind his back, black hair done up in that elaborate braiding he enjoyed. Lets see if there would be a reaction, if there would be an open personality awaiting him.

"And you are...?"

Lavellan | Dragon Age: Inquisition | OTA

[forestwater]

(He'll try to claim he's the weak spot, but he's got a few weaknesses himself)

Sara Lance/The Canary | Arrow

[thecanarylives]

Jefferson | OUAT | OTA

[ajumble]

(Either role.)

[talentedscavenger]

[ooc: Up for Cross canon or AU?]

edward elric → fma03/cos → ota

[alchimia]

[ he'll be the one trying to be strong. but can also be the weakness. ]

Rogue | X-Men/Marvel | OTA

[theycalledmeacurse]

[The weak spot. No smut, prose pref.]

Sans | Undertale

[puneleton]

[Either role is okay but I see him more as the one with the weak spot than the weak spot. Also no smut please]

rey | star wars: the force awakens

[sensitively]

[ can be the weakness or have a weakness, for particular characters. castmates only, pls! ]

Éowyn || LotR

[shieldofrohan]

Galiel ☆ El Shaddai ☆ f/m

[headshotangel]

(definitely the weakness. no smut. prefs are 3, 4, 6, 15 & 17. no 25.)

for mikhael

[headshotangel]

[There had been a skirmish, a small group of enemies to take care of. It hadn't been too difficult, but at the same time, it had kept at least her on her toes. She was strong, but no where near as strong as Michael was. Her power over luck had come in handy though, and she'd gotten in a few shots that even the most experienced gunman would find impossible to pull off.

Now that the fight was over though, she was winding down, trying to catch her breath.

Of course Michael seemed completely fine... He was incredible, at least Galiel thought so. She barely even noticed that she herself had gotten injured, too captivated with Michael to really pay it much mind. She smoothed her skirt out, before approaching, smiling brightly at him.] Miki! Should we head back now?

[She tilted her head.]

Or is there something else that needs to be done?

Clarke Griffin | the100

[bottledrage]

Natsumi Hikari - Kamen Rider Decade - OTA

[summerorange]

((Can be in either role, though she's a little more likely to be someone's weakness.))

Rapunzel | Tangled | ota

[foundanewdream]

[[ooc; no smut]]

sam winchester ♦ supernatural

[hollowly]

[huntsdemons]

Would you be interested?

alphone elric ; fma

[stannic]

mikleo | tales of zestiria | m/m

[watercasts]

[ It depends on the person. ]

Bethany Hawke | Dragon Age

[themagictwin]

[Voice testing, be gentle]

Ceit // Siren OC

[hercruelhand]

A flash of gold, like summer sunlight dappling over the waves; the long, long coils of her serpentine tail undulating just a meter beneath the space where the surf broke. The seafoam splashed, pinkened by blood, and the rushing water eddied around great curved bones that jut up, stinking, half-buried in the sand with gobbets of sodden, swollen flesh. Gulls picked at the shreds and cawed raucously, but only few dared assault the corpse for long.

One of her long-nailed hands struck from the water like a serpent, dragged one down, kicking and thrashing just the half-moment before its neck snapped and her sharp teeth made its fine bones crunch, crunch, crunch in a few swift, sharklike bites, her unnatural maw widening as her lower jaw unhinged. The blood-pinkened water filtered through her gills, which fluttered so close to the surface, with the waves crashing overhead as she wove between the fresh bones.

Discards from the oil refineries. Jetsam and flotsam collected here, including the cracked wreckage of a little rowboat, coffin-shaped, sock-clad feet dangling from it into the water.

She blinked up at the bloated corpse, and lifted herself up from the water a little, the briney, cold water sluicing from her scaled body. Dead or alive, she knew a sailor when she saw one. Maybe this one had wanted to die near the sea...

[extramural]

A sailor, a factory worker, a teacher, a socialite -- he is all of these things, in his own way, and none of them. But the first is perhaps closer to the truth, his bones as old as the bones under bones under this fresh carcass and just as covered in brine and barnacles. Where she is gold and light, he more matches their surroundings: eyes and hair darker than the night sky, than the deepest depths of the ocean, and bone-pale complexion.

Still, there's a hint of bright blue when he smiles at her, one old thing to another, and extends a hand. No fear here, even with his own fingers devoid of claws.

"You eat well here, off their waste." And they do waste, killing and culling with no care, with no inkling of an idea of how their actions bring their end closer and closer. A rat scurries over the twisted remains of the rowboat, leaping down to feast on the sodden flesh of the latest whale, beady black eyes reminiscent of the strange being atop the boat. "And they have no idea."

There are stories, of course. Sailors always have stories, and the world is vast and strange. But they do not know, not as he does. And even he does not entirely understand.

That's why he's here.