Thursday - Failures
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Sup everyone, still
firefox1490 ending my round of hosting duties. Ending out my duties with some less than happy decisions and/or outcomes, today's theme is:
Failures, you know that thing you were suppose to do that ended up being a total FUBAR. Failures are failures no matter how big or small. The real question is do we regret them.
Please forget the rules:
* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill do contains spoilers, please warn accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass by.
To help the hardworking codemonekys please format your prompts as such:
If nothing strikes your fancy feel free to check out the lonely prompts, they always need a bit more love.
[tag: failures]
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Failures, you know that thing you were suppose to do that ended up being a total FUBAR. Failures are failures no matter how big or small. The real question is do we regret them.
Please forget the rules:
* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill do contains spoilers, please warn accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass by.
To help the hardworking codemonekys please format your prompts as such:
Inception, Arthur, How he missed that Fisher was militarized was eating him up on the inside.
House MD, Wilson, Three ex wives, two dead girlfriends and enough UST to choke on with his best friend, where did he go wrong?
Sailor Moon, Usagi, It wasn't suppose to be this way.
If nothing strikes your fancy feel free to check out the lonely prompts, they always need a bit more love.
[tag: failures]
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Date: 2011-01-13 05:16 pm (UTC)Roll of the Die - Inception, Arthur, PG-13
Date: 2011-01-14 01:49 pm (UTC)You had to bare your relationships in your projections, open up your emotions to find out the danger, and then try to keep everything under wraps to keep the rest of your team safe. A failed extraction usually didn't cause physical harm (unless you had to run from your employer); no, it could cause madness. A dream injury could linger in the mind for weeks, causing a kind of mental post-traumatic stress disorder. Having to kill someone in a dream was really no better, if the consequences were lighter. It disturbed Arthur sometimes how easy it had been for Cobb to just raise the gun and shoot him between the eyes the last time they had been in Saito's mind. He'd felt phantom pain in his leg for days afterward, and a tingle between his eyes every time he'd looked at Cobb.
And now this. The Inception had succeeded, no thanks to him. It was as complicated a job as they had ever done, and he'd gone and added a whole new and different level of clusterfuck by somehow not noticing that Robert Fisher was defended. Oh no Arthur, he told himself sarcastically, that's completely normal that Fisher would have no training. Normal that the heir to a multi-billion dollar company poised to become a new world superpower wouldn't have covered that front on his personal security. Idiot.
Eames had been rushed, forced to compress weeks of his careful observations into a mere hour's work of forgery, and then spend the rest of his time running around like a commando, courting limbo to keep the job afloat. Yusef should have just been a lookout, and had been forced to become an action hero. Cobb had nearly lost control of his own projections, forced to a painful confrontation at the worst possible time. Ariadne had been dragged down deeper than anyone should have had to go, and had to throw herself off a tower just to keep the dreams intact. And Saito... they'd been lucky Saito was strong, because he died for Arthur's mistake. Died after far too long in agony, and spent decades in limbo for Arthur's carelessness.
Arthur blinked against the light as he came back to consciousness, and absently reached into his pocket for his totem. He didn't roll it, didn't check to see whether he was awake or asleep. It didn't matter. The guilt stayed with him, waking or sleeping. A roll of the die couldn't change that.
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Date: 2011-01-13 05:22 pm (UTC)Merlin, gen, Nimueh failed to prevent her friends from being slaughtered.
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Date: 2011-01-13 05:26 pm (UTC)FILL: You’re the Only One, Misfortune [Brick, Brendan Frye]
Date: 2011-01-13 07:57 pm (UTC)The Pin. Tug. Poor Frisco.
Forget Poor Frisco. Forget Dode. They were reefworms; deserved to get what they got.
Laura. He was glad, now, he'd gone with his gut instead of his head. Glad he hadn't let her find another scape. Glad that if he couldn't raise Em, he'd found a way to raise payback.
Em. She'd been fed a line she couldn't help but swallow and then they'd had their hooks in her.
You're the only one who didn't know how this would end, Em. The rest of us were playing our angles, working toward payoff.
Brendan straightens a little, loosened his grip enough to lay the single bent daffodil on the polished bark. It says things he doesn't know how to say, words that aren't too short, too blunt, too violent -- they don't exist in his vocabulary.
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Awesome prompt, btw! It was cool that it was author's choice for fandom! =D
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Date: 2011-01-13 05:28 pm (UTC)Written in 1st person hope you don't mind.
Date: 2011-01-14 02:10 am (UTC)(Also I haven't written anything in months, what is it about YOUR promps that get my muses talking?? ;] )
Ya know, I was never really one of those people that took a long hard look in the mirror. There were just things that I didn't want to pay too closely attention to, and if I took too long by myself things just started bubbling to the surface....Guess it's one of the side effects of going to hell and being brought back supposedly able to function like nothing happened. Maybe before Hell I could do that, but know? It was like I had one too many raw nerve and if you pushed just right....There is all was in all its ugly gory glory.
Kinda like now, laying dazed in the drivers seat of my baby. Fucking demons don't know when to quit. That was probably my biggest fuck up, letting Sam leave. Thinking that if even I didn't know where he was, things would at least cool down.... Sam was just one person that no matter how hard I tried, it never worked out. Which is why the kid ran away three times when we were younger...More so now. Thinking of all the ways that I have failed Sam....all the things that I could have done to make that kids life better just brought to the surface the other four people that I had completely and entirely failed.
Lucy in the eighth grade probably by anyone else's standards really wouldn't have mattered. But when you're that young a part of you still looks for the recognition from the older people around you. Her Dad trusted her with me. For once in my fucking miserable life, another parent liked me and trusted me with their kid. I may have ended up in the hospital for three weeks....But I'm not the one paralyzed and had my dreams taken away from me.
Adam was another one. I know it isn't my fault that Dad kept him a fucking secret from me and Sam. It's not my fault the kid had no idea how to protect himself and got killed by what goes bump in the night. But I'm the older brother. In some way I should have figured out how to protect that kid....Just like I do for Sam.
My Dad....Well there's just too much on that subject that eats away at my heart. In ways my Dad thought that it was my fault that Sam never came back. Not his drinking, not the hell raising fights the two of them had. No... My inability to smooth over this fuck up and bring the family back together. Or maybe that's just my insecurities talking again.
And then lastly....a man I try very hard not to think of. Someone who I will not admit to calling out for while I was in Hell. I helped him, and then ultimately got him tied up in something he never should have had to deal with. Retrieving things for people is one thing....Having to deal with a cursed object and nearly having your lifes essence nearly sucked into a fucking porcelain doll.... that should have never been a part of the conversation. We haven't spoken in years....Not since he stopped being a solo act. I miss him at times. The fact that I could count on him, even if he never really truly was a team player back then.
But my thoughts always have a way of coming back around to Sam. I guess that's what happens when you're raised so closely with someone, looking for them is like breathing. Like a presence that is so engraved, when it's gone it's completely like loosing half of your body. The impala creeks around me as the demons try to roll her back over to get to me. I trained under Alister, there's hardly a thing they could do to get me to talk. Even less things they could do to get me to say yes. Maybe Cas will show up and save my ass again...
All I know is that I'm getting tired...And even with Zacharia's threat of just bringing me back....Sometimes a long sleep is the best thought I have during a day.
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Date: 2011-01-13 05:32 pm (UTC)falling without you
Date: 2011-01-14 05:08 am (UTC)She tries, of course she does, but it doesn't work. Her knees are always scraped, elbows always bruised from hurling herself off rocks and branches. She thinks of puppies, mermaids, Mother, and fairies. She thinks of Peter, John, Michael to no effect. It's always the same. A rush of air, the thrill of freedom, and then the wobble as her traitorous brain says 'where's Peter? We can't fly without Peter' and down she plummets.
The lost boys accept her reasoning when they soar in circles around her head crying 'come fly Wendy, come fly Mother' and she tells them gently that mothers don't soar and wheel playing tag between clouds. At least not without father. 'It wouldn't be proper dearhearts, now stay where mother Wendy can see you.'
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Date: 2011-01-13 05:37 pm (UTC)White Collar, Neal +or/ Peter, Neal’s second stay in prison is exponentially worse than his first (because everyone knows he’s worked for the feds) and Peter never gets over his failure to save Neal from that.