i totally love your writing and your Andreil free wedding cake idea was so cute it got me smiling, could you please expand a little more? or maybe write something about them actually marry without telling anyone lmao
Thank you so much! I actually already wrote a drabble about some of the Foxes finding out Andrew and Neil had secretly married, which you can read HERE. But I’m happy to expand on my fake engagement headcannon!
So back to where part one left off aka the Foxes were having a water/stretch break from practice when Nicky revealed that Andrew and Neil are “engaged”
While I do believe the Foxes would most likely call bull, let’s suspend a bit of disbelief shall we?
The Foxes are obviously shocked and lowkey suspicious
But none of them really saw Andrew and Neil becoming an item in the first place soooo
These small, angry boys are just full of surprises!
Plus Matt points out that Neil does get hurt a lot and a lot of hospitals have family only policies
Everyone nods solemnly because trueee
Protect Neil at all costs, am I right?
So it takes a minute, but then Foxes are 100% on board (or maybe like 90 if we’re including Aaron)
random quotes from Super Best Friends play Final Fantasy XV
“I want him to just pick this thing [Carbuncle] up and eat it.”
“I remember that first trailer back when I was nine. This game took 85 years to come out.”
“Noctis looks like such an asshole I can’t stand it.”
In game: Find out what Gladiolus is weak to and let him have it. Matt: “He’s weak to insults about his performance in the bedroom.”
“Prompto is the most boyband of them all.”
“When Noctis’s Papa Roach CD is done, the game is over.”
Patt: “I will rescue you buddy.” *revives Prompto* Matt: “I rescued you with my magical boy hands.” Patt: “My magical boy hands for my magical boy bands.”
“When teaming up with your buddies nobody can stop the amount of dicks you draw on each others faces.”
*seeing Ifrit in the first cutscene* Patt: “The fact that it’s a perfect naked man that will not leave his chair–” Matt: “I feel like at the end of my life that’s what I’ll be fighting. And I will fail.”
*imitating Regis* “So your boybands doing shit huh, what, you’re gonna go on tour?”
“Gladio can you please button up your shirt it’s distracting everyone.”
“Gladiolus looks like he’s from The Bouncer. In fact he might be from The Bouncer for all we know.”
“Gladiolus and Ignis look like that one guy from The Bouncer in the cactaur outfit put into two people.”
*Matt, imitating Regis again* “Remember Noctis, every moment you live is a disappointment for me.”
“And please… do something about your hair. It’s a constant embarrassment.”
*Patt, now imitating Regis* “You look like such an asshole, but, you’re my asshole.”
“It would really suck if he was doing the deed with Lunafreya, and he yells out some other dumb girls name in the Final Fantasy universe. Like ‘Oh! Yunalesca!’ and she’s like ‘Who the fuck is Yunalesca?’ ”
Matt: “Push the fucking car losers!” Patt: “Push the car, and make sure that Gladio’s butt is the one that’s really in center there.”
“Why is Prompto always on the floor?”
“Wait, I don’t wanna play as Gladiolo– Gladiyolo, god–”
*after seeing Noctis summon his weapons* “No wonder she’s getting married, she probably saw that and went ‘Yes!’ ”
*sees Ignis walk off in the background* *Matt bursts into laughter* “Ignis is just like ‘fuck it I’m out of here!’.”
“I’m seeing photos people are posting of these guys taking selfies with themselves walking around in the background.”
Patt: “I just did a backflip slash for no reason, other than I think Noctis thought it was cool.” Matt: “Well it’s because he knew Prompto was watching.”
“That should be the Logo of our channel – stop bitching, start killing.”
*Prompto starts singing the FF victory tune* “AHH!!– AH YEAH! ALL RIGHT, YOU WON ME OVER!”
*Ignis explains the Crownsguard attire* Patt: “Oh, so that’s why. They’re forced to dress boyband.” Matt: “Or forced to dress like they just raided a Hot Topic.” Patt: “It’s the law… So the King, that King? [Regis] Was like ‘everyone has to dress like this in my army’.” Matt: “Okay, you know what? Fair enough. I never realize that.” Patt: “That King is the weirdest old man in the world.”
*imitating Regis* “I want all the hot boys to dress in leather in my army.”
“Cindy, and one of these guys, I wanna help that along.”
Matt: “You know what this place [Hammerhead] needs!? It need one of those big inflatable floaty guys!” Patt: “And it should be a cactaur.” Matt: “Yeah! OH!! That makes me so excited!” Patt: “There might be in here, who knows?”
So while in L.A., my Lani Banani @moves-likee-lani hit me up panicking about an upcoming shoot she had for this Supreme themed birthday party she was hosting, and I mean Supreme AF if you couldn’t tell 😂 Apparently, the cornflake of a model who was supposed to do it with her flaked 🙄 So she asked if I could fill in and of course I accepted! 😊❤️ I had a blast on set, we had fun being blondes for a few hours, and I love how the pics turned out! One downside, I’ll be seeing red, white, and the word ‘Supreme’ for the rest of my life 😬
((Owner/operator of a roleplay blog where I haven’t actually done any roleplay in two months now.))
((I’ve received a few asks recently asking where I’ve gone, why I haven’t done any RPing recently, if I’m going to do any of that stuff again, and I just want to address all of this real quick.
A couple months ago, I got fired, right? And this is a problem because I live in a beach town which becomes completely dead around the end of August. As such, finding a job has been impossible. I had been thinking of moving back to Toronto for a little while before I got fired, and getting fired definitely made me feel like that’s the right course of action. The problem is, I have no money saved due to the shitty hours I was getting at the pet store toward the end there, and nobody is hiring, so, you know, what the shit.
I’ve come up with a temporary solution. There is a website that pays you to transcribe audio and video files, and in order to be make money for rent and such, I’ve been doing that. And it’s fine, it’s good. I get up in the morning, transcribe a video till lunch, take my ass on a walk, come home, transcribe some more, go to bed, repeat. This pays me enough to stay afloat, but it means that I’m confined to the computer all of every day. A 45 minute long video, paying roughly $36, will take about 1.5 hours depending on the quality of the audio and how many times I have to replay shit. As such, taking breaks is tricky, and when I do take breaks, I just want to not be at the goddamn computer anymore.
There is a solution! I’m prepping to move in February, and until I can do that I’m going to be staying with my parents, who live in a slightly bigger city with more job opportunities. I’ll be able to live and work here, keep paying rent back at my house, but not have to pay for anything else. But until I find a job, and am able to quit being a hermit, I’m going to be hiatusing on the RPing.
I’m going to try to find the time to complete the RPs that I have planned to do with others, though, so those will be a-coming, and I’ll continue to reblog things and answer asks and such. I’m sorry to everyone who has been awaiting the return of Molly, but I promise to get back on track soon! And I do love you all to bits. Thank you for your patience!))
Could you please write #100 with Dick and/or #105 with Jason? Thank you!
100: “I’m not leaving.”
105: “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Jason?” Dick calls and the word bounces through the Cave, guiding him toward the med bay. It’s the only part of the Cave with lights on so he knows that’s where he’ll find his new little brother, even if Alfred hadn’t told him when he sent him down.
True to the butler’s word, Jason is in the chair beside the occupied bed where Bruce lies almost-motionless. It’s been three hours since Alfred tied off the last stitch closing the bullet wound in his shoulder and Jason’s muscles must be stiff and aching from sitting in one position, but he doesn’t appear to have moved even an inch from Bruce’s side. It’s not the first time Batman has been hurt since the new Robin started patrolling with him, but it is the first time he’s been hurt this badly. It makes Dick smile a little bit, seeing how worried Jason is, knowing that means Bruce is in good hands (he may still be mad at him a lot of the time, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care).
Dick really hates to break up the bedside vigil, but, “Alfred sent me down to get you. He says it’s almost time for school and you have a test today so you can’t get out of it.”
Jason tips his chin up, and he’s probably aiming for determined and defiant but mostly he just looks young and stubborn. “I’m not leaving,” he says. “You can’t make me.”
Dick probably could, actually, through force and manipulation if not actual authority over the teen. He doesn’t, though, because he remembers being exactly where Jason is now: thirteen years old and terrified that if he looked away from his injured guardian for one second, Bruce would die and he’d be left alone again. He’s gotten used to the injuries over the years, learnt to lock that worry away in a box and act like everything is fine because Bruce is always fine.
But Jason is still new to this; he hasn’t learnt that being human doesn’t keep Bruce down yet. He’d settled down here with a blanket and a book that he doesn’t look like he’s managed to read more than two pages of, determined to keep watch. Dick has no doubt that his world has narrowed to nothing but the steady rise and fall of Bruce’s chest, the beep of the heart monitor and the stark white of the bandages in the dim lighting of the Cave’s med bay.
“You’re really not going anywhere, are you?” And it’s less of a question, more of a resigned statement, tinged with a fondness he doesn’t always feel toward his younger brother. Mostly his feelings toward Jason are clouded by his resentment toward Bruce for giving his name and his colours (and his love) to a kid he replaced Dick with. It’s not fair on Jason, but he’s always so angry at Bruce these days that he can’t help it.
Maybe he can make up for it though. Do something right by the kid.
“You won’t let Alfred make me go to school?” Jason asks, hopeful and suspicious. Probably wondering how anyone can stop Alfred from doing what he thinks is best for his charges. Probably wondering why Dick is helping him play hooky.
Dick smiles slightly. It falls flat when he leans against the side of the bed and follows Jason’s gaze to the too-pale face in front of them. “You know, Alfred worries about him too,” he says with a nod toward Bruce. “He’ll understand if you tell him why you don’t want to leave.”
Jason looks doubtful. Dick nudges him, winks when he glances over, and adds, “But I was just planning to tell him you feel asleep and you looked so beat I didn’t want to disturb you. If there’s one thing Alfred won’t argue with, it’s someone around here actually getting some rest.”
He’s planning to leave it at that. Brotherly duty done, Bruce’s health checked on, Alfred’s errand run (sorta). But when Dick steps away, Jason’s hand darts out and catches his wrist.
“Thanks,” the teen says. Then, almost grudgingly, “You’re not so bad sometimes.”
And Dick figures he can probably stick around. Just for a little bit longer. He didn’t like being alone in the Cave as a kid, and an unconscious person isn’t really good for conversation, maybe Jason will appreciate the company.