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[meatbrained]

( five + one )

how it works:

i. post a comment with the characters you play.
ii. go around and prompt other players with a 5 + 1 prompt (e.g. "Five times Hope said sorry and one time he didn't")
iii. write a fic for the prompts people leave you!
iv. enjoy your fic? we hope?

Comments

| nico.

[meatbrained]

| matt. until dawn. meatbrained
| kate. original. dedikated

aaaaalexis

[unfollowing]

Emily | Until Dawn | unfollowing
Faith Carr | OC | avephoenix

[meatbrained]

i. five times Emily had an answer and one time she didn't.

ii. five times Faith helped her friends and one time they helped her.

[dogsanddaughters]

Maketh Tua | Star Wars: Rebels | mismanagement
Miriam Day | Original | dogsanddaughters

[avephoenix]

Five times Matt agreed to keep the peace and one time he didn't

Five times Kate was terrified and one time she wasn't

alexis told me to post the first one is2g

[meatbrained]

i. five times drinking solved everything and one time it didn't.

ii. five times Barnaby was there and one time he wasn't.

[avephoenix]

Five times Maketh followed the rules and one time she didn't

Five times Miriam charmed a mark and one time she didn't

nico came up with it all on her own

[avephoenix]

I'm just an instigaror >:3

squints at

[meatbrained]

NOT UNTRUE BUT STILL I WAS GOING TO BE NICE ABOUT IT.

kai

[closerift]

Cecily Trevelyan | Dragon Age: Inquisition | closerift
Hannah Washington | Until Dawn | wendigoner

[meatbrained]

i. five times Cecily used her hands and one time she couldn't. I'm sorry I'm not more sorry.

ii. five times Hannah looked up to Emily and one time she didn't.

Re: aaaaalexis

[mismanagement]

i. Five pieces of clothing Emily designed and one she didn't.
1. Five times Faith cried and one she didn't.

CB

[hornrims]

Richie Gecko | From Dusk Till Dawn | hornrims

yolo

[meatbrained]

i. five times Richie listened to his brother and one time he didn't.

[wendigoner]

i. five times emily was unimpressed with hannah and one time she was proud

[wendigoner]

five times matt didn't get involved and one time he did

[hornrims]

Ugh this is going to be painful

AND I LOVE IT, TY >:E

[hornrims]

Five times Kate spoke out and one time she didn't

[hornrims]

Five times Miriam smiled and one time she didn't

1/2

[meatbrained]

| five times Matt agreed to keep the peace and one time he didn't

"MAAAAATT! Tell Jamie that Digimon is totally better than Pokémon!" The argument's been going on for a good five minutes, screamed across the house in high-pitched child tones. Digimon! Pokémon! Digimon! Digimon doesn't have Charizard, it's so the worst! Yeah, well, WarGreymon could beat Charizard any day! Matt just sighs and looks up from his game boy - Mario, not either of the previously named franchises - at his warring cousins.

"You know, they're on at different times. We can watch both."

The kids pout, huff, and fold their arms.

They also stop arguing.

It's gone like this since as far back as Matt can remember, a cycle of arguments that he eventually quells. Even his own, when a cousin steals his football or breaks a window and blames him, eventually end with Matt saying let's all chill out or raising his hands in surrender. Arguing gets no one anywhere and, at the end of the day, things will get better.

He stops himself yelling at his mom when she serves his first girlfriend a dinner she's allergic to, swallows back the loud and unpleasant and quietly feeds Jack-Jack scraps of it under the table. He says no, I'm not doing this when the quarterback of the team gets in his face for a lost game. Rough seasons, they all had them. Arguing about whether it was a lack of offence or defence does no one any good in the long run - they're best solving it in the morning, with cool heads and the ability to accept that they're both at fault.

Even when Jess and Emily start pushing for the prank, an idea that - in retrospect - should have been his cue to stand up, he simply shrugs and rolls with it, decides its better to keep the peace with the strong-headed girls than worry about repercussions. Nothing that bad would happen, right? Hannah might be pissed, embarrassed, but-

(Well, teenagers are often wrong. Fatally so.)

He's in college the next time an argument bubbles, when a new friend talks about how much of a dick this kid trying to get into the football team is and they should definitely do something about it.

Saying no this time isn't to quell the anger, it is his anger. It's memories and guilt that stab his gut and twist until he stands tall, becomes loud in the way he usually avoids.

He quits the team and loses his scholarship for it.

The kid goes unpranked.

[smited]

dis my jam

for cullen ruthersnit from that video game series with dragons or something

[mismanagement]

1.

"Cadet!" the instructor snaps, sounding annoyed. "Were my instructions unclear?"

They're standing in the practice hall. She's barefoot, her opponent down. This is the first time she's ever beaten someone into submission. It will probably be the last time she does it with her fists.

Her opponent is Cadet Hii'su. Rumors say she has weak bones. The instructors seem very sure that she has no spine to speak of.

"No, sir," Maketh says. She is fourteen years old. "This cadet understands your orders."

"Wonderful. I had reservations about your intelligence for a moment. But, for the sake of your fellow students, I shall repeat myself. When your opponent is down, cadets, you will give them no chance to rise back up." He glares, smoothing a hand down his uniform. "What is mercy, Cadet Tua?"

"Weakness," she answers, careful not to meet his eyes.

"Precisely. You will not shame the Empire with your indulgence of it." He claps his hands together. "Finish the drill, cadet."

Maketh thins her mouth and does as she's told.

2.

Hii'su is afraid of the medics.

"They can't take my blood," she tells Maketh in a whisper, holding a hand over her belly. The infection stinks though the makeshift bandages. She and Maketh both came from Lothal. It's a tedious alliance. "It's fine. I just need to fix it. They only hit me once, but if they look they'll know. I just need you to cover for me just once. Say I'm sick. They'll believe you."

Maketh is very good at listening. She hears things she's not supposed to.

The instructors say that it is a cadet's duty to inform their superiors of any treasonous activity. And cadets of the Imperial Academy are expected to be of pure, human blood. Anything less than that is grounds for immediate expulsion.

"Please, Maketh, please, I just need a little time..."

In the morning, they're told Cadet Hii'su suffered a training accident. Her sacrifice is a testament to her commitment to the Empire, the instructors say.

3.

"You cannot take him!" the man shouts, straining against the storm troopers holding him back. Their armor shines beetle-white in the desert sun. "He's just a child! He didn't mean anything!"

"He attacked an officer of the Imperial Army," Maketh tells him.

"He threw a stone!"

The rules are clear. The father never sees his child again.

4.

"It's very clear what must be done, Minister Tua. These civilians have failed to surrender their land to the Empire. This represents a threat to operational security and cuts our mission efficiency in half! Give us the order and we'll deal with them."

She gives the order. The village burns.

5.

It is a cadet's duty to inform their superiors about any suspect behavior in their ranks.

"Come with us," Itani murmurs, arms wrapped around Maketh's waist. "My brother stole a uniform. We'll go somewhere far away, where they'll never find us. I'll teach you how to fly, kitten."

Maketh closes her eyes.

In the morning, Itani and the others are gone.

She doesn't alert her commander.

[closerift]

i. five times Cecily used her hands and one time she couldn't.

Mountains in the Fade feel like the real thing, she imagines, scaling as quickly as she can with her fingers digging painfully into rock and dirt. Before she is Inquisitor, or even Herald, Cecily Trevelyan scrambles upward, retreating from the hungry shrieks of some of the Fade's array of monsters to reach out and grab the hand of - a spirit, it has to be, who tugs and then shoves her to safety.

Not long after, two women - strangers - have her in chains. Everyone at the Conclave is dead, one shouts. Everyone except for you. Cecily has no memory of any of it, but she has a glowing gash in her palm that no one can explain. She also has pins in her hair, but when the Seeker catches sight of her trying to pick the lock of her manacles, she strikes Cecily and puts an end to it. Cecily can't do much, then, except thumb wonderingly at the green sliver.

Months later, the Herald of Andraste's face splits into a shaky grin as she stares down the 'Elder One,' the being (the monster) who'd so kindly given her the anchor in the first place, who'd come to retrieve it. She takes a sword into unsteady hands, looking decided not grim despite the plan she's about to set in motion, despite Corypheus and the blighted dragon. He won't kill her today, though, because she is stubborn as anything and takes her fate in to her own hands as she brings the sword down on the gears of the trebuchet. As the mountain with all its weight of snow collapses on them, she is still smirking.

At the Winter Palace, the pair that sweeps across the dance floor is scandalizing (in the best way, in the way that Orlesians seem to love). The Grand Duchess smiles behind her mask and her jewels and her gown and lets the Inquisitor lead, as a test. The Inquisitor smiles without any of the same trappings, adorned in regulation formal wear and with her wits. One hand clasps Florianne's while the other is securely placed on her waist. Cecily can practically hear Josephine cheering as the Inquisitor finally chooses to employ some clever tact, not directly questioning the Duchess as Cecily wants to, and instead bantering loudly for the crowd to drink it up. When it ends, she dips Florianne and holds her there for a moment; her arms are strong, her hands are strong.

In the end, they are surrounded by rubble, smoke, and dust, but they are alive. The Inquisitor bends to brush her fingertips along the broken remains of Corypheus' crimson orb; Solas appears, watching her, expression grim. She lifts her gaze to frown at him, finding the energy to be annoyed that the mage can't celebrate for a moment now that they've finally won. Instead, she keeps her silence and he, too, bends to examine the orb. There's a sadness in his eyes that startles her, and Cecily considers (however uncharacteristic) reaching out to grasp his shoulder, to... apologize, even, for their not being able to recover the artifact. ... But, the others call out to her, draw her attentions away. She resolves to ask him about it later, but later doesn't come for years.


A small, dandelion-strewn field within the Hinterlands holds within it two figures. One, a brunette woman with a smile that doesn't quite meet her eyes. Two, a little girl with a mess of blonde curls and a laugh that rings like a bell. She can barely walk, is trying her hardest to totter around through the yellow patches so she can rip them up and deposit them in her mother's lap. Aislin babbles, expression bright, and steps forward with a fist full of flowers. She stumbles, trips, hit the soft ground with a wail when there is nothing to catch her. Cecily is stunned momentarily, pulse hard in her throat, before she reaches out to console her daughter by scooping her up with one arm, smoothing her hair with five fingers. Aislin blinks back tears and stares up at her mother, silently accusatory. Cecily thinks: sweetling, that arm betrayed us both.

[closerift]

five times cullen masked his emotions and one time he didn't

♥

[mismanagement]

five times Matt did the right thing and one where he didn't

five times Kate toed the line and one time she crossed it

interpret as you wish :)