the weakness meme

[bifroster]

the weakness meme We all have that little thing that either turns us to mush, or is a temptation we can never resist, or something that totally leaves us vulnerable for exploitation. Whatever it may be, we can either enjoy it or despise it, or maybe use it as a strength if you're clever enough. Below, you can roll for a type of weakness and/or a role to play, or make up your own scenario based on canon, fandom, or anything, really! NOTE: Depending upon the weakness, the situation, and other factors, there might be some triggers. It is advised that you plan ahead or look into the tagger's journal so you know what their preferences are (and to have more insight to the muse!) oo1. comment with your characters make sure to put names, series, & preferences somewhere! you can use < ! > sans the spaces to make the comment "blank" oo2. reply to others in character oo3. use the rng and enter 1-6 for a type then roll 1-6 again for a role oo4. play out what happens—anything goes! oo5. profit? oh yeah!

prompts type one → silly it is nothing harmful at all, but someone might be tempted to tease you about it. two → guilty pleasure okay, so this one can never be found out. i mean, a love for trashy romances? really? three → annoying ...isn't it just annoying that you can't seem to life anything heavier than a kitten? four → vulnerable this weakness is a big one that you try to hide. because someone could really use it against you. five → dangerous if anyone found out this secret, they could nearly destroy you. or worse. six → secret thank goodness no one knows about this weakness. right? role one → victim you're the one with the weakness, sadly enough. great. two → abuser oh, be creative with someone's mind and vulnerability already. three → confidant you know their weakness, and are doing your best to keep it secret. four → soother you know their weakness... but you're a good guy. you're there for them. five → innocent bystander you didn't know anything, but that doesn't mean you can't be hurt. six → weakness sometimes a person is a weakness. that's you.

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[little_miss_snarker]

You honestly expect me to believe that when you're that red in the face? You? The guy who has the ultimate--('and most annoying!')--poker face?

[deputychief]

... Ah.

Well.

What would you prefer me to say, then?

[little_miss_snarker]

'I don't even know.'

[She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.]

The truth?

Do you seriously have any idea how embarrassing it is to see those things? And how much more embarrassing it is to find someone I respected reading them?

[deputychief]

....

If it's any consolation, we're both in this one.

[He holds up the latest issue.]

Truthfully... [Well, he has to think about that.]

but ilu :(

[widowing]

[ natasha's not one to tease about one's musical preferences - she's got a bit of lady gaga on her ipod herself - but this particular song isn't one she'd think the casual fan of hers would know as well and it's one of her...bouncier ones.

her steps are quiet as she comes down the hall, making a bit of deliberate noise as she comes closer, but with the music being as loud as it is, she doubts he'll hear it. she's not trying to sneak up on him and make him start enough to ruin what he's doing, so... ]

Bruce?

[little_miss_snarker]

What?!

[She snatches it from him and flips through it, eyes getting wider and her face getting redder as she reads through it.

Her and Koizumi? Really?!]

'At least this one isn't pornography.... so far.'

Truthfully....? [she ventures. Seriously! She doesn't see the appeal to this sort of thing.]

[deputychief]

.....

Well, is that so bad?

[...he says in a low voice, motioning at the doujin in her hands.]

[little_miss_snarker]

'What is he implying?'

It.... it's other people. Making stuff up. [Yeah, that blush is covering her entire face.]

I mean, you can't want something like.... like this, ri--'Of course I wind up on the page of us kissing each other when I ask that. Today is not my day at all.'

[deputychief]

......

Of course, you're right. It's very silly. [He doesn't sound entirely like he's convinced yet, but musters himself for:]

However, this is, after all, one more way to track things that Suzumiya-san might appreciate.

[hulkish]

[ he doesn't hear natasha despite the noise she tries to make, but the shock hardly registers. his hand is still steady as he sets down the dropper and stirs the contents at the bottom of the beaker. for a moment, he watches as the blood turns from red to a dull orange; only when he's satisfied does bruce turn around, a sheepish grin on his face. he's glad to see her, not simply because she's most likely to promise secrecy. ]

Don't tell Tony? I'd never hear the end of it.

[little_miss_snarker]

I thought he wouldn't like stuff involving me and other guys. [She sounds almost bitter about it. Much as she can admit she likes the guy now, the focus everyone seemed to have on her love life always got to her.]

Besides, isn't it.... [She sighs, looking at the ceiling because she can't look him in the face and can't look down at the image in her hands.]

Is it always about Suzumiya to you? Don't you care at all about how I feel?

[deputychief]

Who knows? Someone is writing them out of nowhere. Perhaps they're things that he likes or things that he fears. Either way. [Maybe they're nothing at all, and Koizumi is just covering his ass.]

As for that... I would have to say... on the whole, I personally care more about how you feel than I do about how Suzumiya-san does. Professionally, of course, it's different.

[sourwolf]

[ The vet's office has an air of gloom. Not that Derek frequents many places that don't, but even the pristine floors and smell of bleach-cleanliness were enough to smooth the rough edges of the night.

No one had died, at least, and Derek is more than aware of how pathetic that silver lining is. He unhunches himself from the uncomfortable stool in the surgery after a few minutes of watching Scott breathe and shuffles quietly out of the room. Even his footsteps sound tired. ]

Still here? [ Derek shouldn't be surprised, but he is -- figured Stiles had excuses to keep and would have disappeared back home after assurances Scott was okay. ]

[sourwolf]

ooc: That's more than fine!

[little_miss_snarker]

Someone is writing them because in some alternate universe we're fictional, that's why. It doesn't mean anything other than some people have too much time on their hands and weird tastes in this kind of stuff.

[She looks down now, lets herself look over the image and feels her face get warm again at the sight of it before pushing the doujin back at him.]

And if you did care at all about how I feel you wouldn't be reading this stuff because it could relate to Haruki.

[And with that said, she turns on her heel and walks out of the shop. For some reason she feels exhausted and.... disappointed.]

'But in what? The sharp reminder of how much everyone acts like the world runs on my love life? The fact that, for a second, I was actually curious about what it'd be like to kiss him? That he apparently didn't take into account how I would feel about him reading those things? Stupid teenage hormones! I barely understand myself!'

[imalwaysright]

[He'll look up at Derek, and then drop his head back into his hands. He's been here just as long as Scott has. Stiles isn't looking forward to going home, and he can't help but worry over his best friend.

A tired sigh, his hands running over his head, and then he looks back up at Derek. Getting out of the chair isn't happening anytime soon. There's a bone deep exhaustion he doesn't feel like admitting, at least not aloud. All the werewolves actually did something- and what did Stiles do? Almost nothing.]

Obviously. [And that's really all the snark he can manage.] He's my best friend.

[sourwolf]

[ Derek tilts his head, making no move to take his looming elsewhere. It's more the mood than his respect for personal space that has him sliding a few inches back to prop himself up on the counter, still arguably within Stiles' claimed bit of air.

Well, the mood, but also wolfsbane laced bullets leave holes that ache long after they've closed over, and Derek doesn't have much self-enforced vertical left in him. ] Doctor said he'd be alright. The unconsciousness is to be expected.

[ And then, because Stiles really looks like he could use it, Derek adds his own bit of assurance. ] His breathing is better.

[imalwaysright]

[The looming bit is strangely comforting. At least there's something normal in his life right now. How sad is that? A looming werewolf is entirely normal. He'll nod at the reassurances.]

I just- [there's one very frustrated growl, obviously directed at himself. Mostly because Stiles is just staring straight ahead.] - I wish I could do more to help. [It's like even when Stiles tries to he ends up making everything worse.]

[sourwolf]

[ Oh. It's not that Derek is so emotionally stunted that he doesn't get why people talk. He even sometimes considers opening up and maybe letting a little bit of the frustration and anger bleed out, but it's dangerous, to let that sort of vulnerability hang out. Maybe Stiles doesn't know that.

Something about the situation makes Derek laugh, a short bark of noise that is very, very wrong. He bites it off quick, wants to pull it back out of the air the very moments it's out. It's just... what the hell does he know about helping? Everything he's done up to this point has been a joke. ] I don't think we could make it worse, so there's that.

[imalwaysright]

[Normally? Normally Stiles knew to keep that vulnerability close to his chest. It's why he didn't talk to Scott about his problems, it's why he doesn't talk to his dad about it. It's just... safer, to keep all those issues to himself. At least when it's just Stiles he's only hurting himself.

That laugh will make Stiles glace over at Derek. That's... the first time he's heard Derek laugh, and it was an honestly awful sound. There's nothing happy about it- not that there was anything good about the night.]

At least there's that. In a night full of everything going completely wrong, at least it can't get worse. [His head is right back in his hands.]

[puppetpocalypse]

I thought I was your older Bro, not a pony. [But look! It's the park.]

[deputychief]

.......

Well.

It's not truly because of him.

[That much said, he hopes she might stop. He follows her out shortly, because this is the shittiest place to have this conversation anyway. Neither is in public any good, of course, but it might be better than surrounded by ... well, all of that.]

[fracturedsoul]

You're my older brony, stupid.

[little_miss_snarker]

[Well, she does stop. She has no idea why or what it is about what he said that makes her do it, but she does. At least they're not in that awful shop now and the artificial sunlight does her good as she turns on her heel toward him.]

Then why? Just.... what is it about those ridiculous things that you like so much?

[sourwolf]

Well. [ Derek leans back a second, picking out the time from the computer laying on the counter. ] Nine minutes to midnight. Tomorrow will be a fresh opportunity.

[ It's unclear even to Derek if there's a thread of positivity in that statement, or if he means fresh opportunity for further disaster. Probably not -- he's not one for glass-half-full pointlessness. He closes his eyes, more a long blink than an attempt at rest, then shakes exhaustion's hold on him with a roll of his shoulders. ]