#Moonlit-Theft

[renardiererin]

GETAWAY CAR a social media au starring racer!suna and actress!reader

synopsis -> rintarou suna is the top formula one racer for scuderia ferrari, and he would be the top ranked in the world if not for the top driver for redbull racing aston martin: hajime iwaizumi. it’s no secret that suna has a silly celebrity crush on world famous actress [name] miya, and when it hits the tabloids that iwaizumi was seen out with her, it’s all interviewers will ask suna about. will this take their rivalry to a new level? or will suna befriend [name], and be the final match to the gasoline puddle of rumors? 

warnings -> suggestive content (nothing explicit), alcohol mentions, swearing, etc.

rating -> PG13

tags/keywords -> smau, social media au, rintarou suna, rintarou suna smau, celebrity smau, racer suna, little bits of humor i hope, angst, racer au, celebrity crush, forced proximity, crush to friends to enemies to ??, love triangle, suna x f!reader 

completed ! [07/09 - 08/09]

meet the characters profile post

table of contents / masterlist [chapters 6, 7, 8, 10, 11, 13, 14, 15, & 17 owe chapter title brainstorm credits to @itsdragonius] 1. rintarou “big fan” suna 2. boys & their expensive cars 3. a hundred boys in bars 4. is it cool that i said all that? 5. i'd give up everything to be close to you 6. loving him is like driving a new maserati down a dead end street 7. the empathetic hunger descends 8. seeing you tonight... it's a bad idea, right? 9. is she friends with your friends? is she good in bed? 10. i got this one boy, & he won't stop calling 11. clandestine meetings & longing stares 12. losing him was blue / but loving him [is] red 13. don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you 14. you crashed my party & your rental cars 15. he never thinks of me, except when i'm on tv 16. this is me swallowing my pride 17. to kiss in cars & downtown bars 18. touch me while your bros play grand theft auto 19. i feel something when i see you 20. swimming in a champagne sea 21. my heart, my hips, my body, my love

2024 seats… ferrari: rintarou suna & kotarou bokuto red bull racing: hajime iwaizumi & tobio kageyama mercedes amg petronas: tooru oikawa & kiyoomi sakusa mclaren: atsumu miya & yuuji terushima  alpine (renault): shinsuke kita & aran ojiro aston martin: satori tendou & suguru daishou  kick sauber: shoyo hinata & tetsurou kuroo haas: lev haiba & akira kunimi williams: keiji akaashi & kenma kozume  visa rb (torro rosso): issei matsukawa & takahiro hanamaki  *some of these teams will be less relevant to the plot & won’t come up often

others… *other characters are most likely either mechanics, not involved, or sponsors. (ex: osamu miya’s onigiri miya is the largest contributing sponsor for mclaren in 2024) + kei tsukishima is a mechanical engineer for scuderia ferrari

taglist - CLOSED @satoruzlove @idlerin @akumakitsune21 @qualitygiantshoepsychic @dani-shitting-around @alienvarmint @reverie-starlight @tsukiran-blog @xbl00dy-r0s3x @universal-s1ut @koushisbabie @breakmyheartlater @phoenix-eclipses @ris-krispie @coyloves @2baddies-1porsche @girlkissersco @dontmindtheevie @yuzurins @reekapeeka @leave-rae-alone @usmell4 @noideawhothatis @moonlit-mizukage @thirtykiwis @highkey-fangirling @ast4rg1rl @razberrywrites @zamorazz @k0z3me  

[little-bubble-of-chaos]

TWST MANGA SPOILERS!!!!

*cues squidward's voice*

OH NO HE'S HOTTTTT

ALSO ALSO LOOK AT OUR NEW YUU :(((

HIS NAME IS MITO YUUTA AND HE'S SO SQUISHY I WANNA BITE HIM AFFECTIONATELY :(((

PLUS SIZE!YUU IS CANON 📢

YUUTA IS CANON AND WE LOVE HIM 📢📢📢

tags🏷️ @azulashengrottospiano @identity-theft-101 @aqua-beam @hisui-dreamer @iseethatimicy @ang33333333l @dove-da-birb @names-are-dumb @moonlit-midnight @cecilebutcher @siren-serenity LOOK AT THEMMMMM :(((((

[officialdaydreamer00]

[You've received: a Star letter!]

[Open it?]

» Yes No

“Happy New Year, my dearest.

I look forward to another year together with you. Even if the universe prevents us from seeing each other face-to-face, perhaps one day we will. Maybe you and I would end up happy together then...”

Lovejoy Studios presents:

ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ

« He sent you his best regards, and his heart longs for you »

[2nd January - 20th January]

"Two entwined souls, yet two different lands

Regardless of distance, hold fate in their hands

The Star Child be their witness, with happiness she says,

“Send him a letter and receive one back, you may”."

✩ — About this event:

A New Year event for Twisted Wonderland and Obey Me!

In [Letters of the Stars], you must be aware that your significant other is, unfortunately, fictional. And he, too, is aware that you are real.

However, since it's New Year, you get a chance to send him a letter, and receive one from him. As long as your souls are connected, you will find each other, in one way or another.

✩ — Rules:

★ You must reblog the post. Your faith is needed for her to travel amongst the stars.

★ Seek for the Star Child. You can find her wherever you can see the stars glowing brightly.

★ Offer her anything sweet, like pastries or candies. She loves them, and thinks of them as payment for her messenger service.

★ Now you can ask her to send your letter to your beloved. Not to worry, you will receive his sooner or later. The Star Child is just waiting for his reply to send it back to you.

★ This is an 'x reader' event, so the Star Child only accept letters in that format.

— You may write a full letter that is signed with those lovely pet names he gives you.

— Or,the Star Child can help you write one! Just give her his name and your best regards, and she will send him immediately. Do offer her one more pastry as a bonus, she always tries her best to help reunite two distanced souls, you know?

Oh my, the Star Child will be awakened soon. Take your chance and reach out for him! The Stars will show you the way.

🏷️ @azulashengrottospiano @aqua-beam @siren-serenity @identity-theft-101 @dove-da-birb @shinysparklesapphires @vioisgoinginsane @shyhaya @hisui-dreamer @axvwriter @names-are-dumb @ameleii @iseethatimicy @xen-blank @gardenhallow @cecilebutcher @ceruleancattail @loser-jpg @siphoklansan @moonlit-midnight @krenenbaker @ryker-writes @cookiesandbiscuits @minimallyminnie @cave-of-jade @mermaidfanficlibrary @taruruchi @savanaclaw1996 @thehollowwriter @edith-is-a-cat @wordycheesecake @enigmatic-pers @jaylleoo14

note: i might not write for characters i have difficulties writing for, but i will try my best to.

[hisui-dreamer]

kitsune jade!!

ok i accidentally made the onsie a little too small and he's basically stuffed into it🫣 my mom says jade needs to lose some weight lol

but it's finally done!! im especially proud of the fluffy bits and the little fox face hehe

tagging my eel simpery watchers!! @hheun @azulashengrottospiano @bi-panicatthedisco @dove-da-birb @kirexa @siren-serenity @officialdaydreamer00 @identity-theft-101 @moonlit-midnight @atsdlura

[sorceresssundries]

Gale sketches by @orangekittyenergy <3

CHAPTER 1 (of 2)

LINK TO CHAPTER 2 - NSFW

Pairing: Gale x Fem Tav

Summary: Set post-game where Tav did not feature in Gale's troubles in Baldur's Gate. A whip-cracking, fedora wearing, Indiana Jones inspired mini-adventure - where Professor Dekarios is tempted out of the classroom, and on yet another perilous quest. (Chapter 2 out soon)

Warnings: Chapter 1 is SFW, Chapter 2... less so.

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Just a bit of a fun based on the Gale as Indiana comparisons. Also, he looks like a young Harrison Ford, how could I not? This is not the stuff I'm used to writing! But it's been enjoyable and nice to try something new.

Her forest was dying. Thaes’yána, a sacred patch of overgrowth within Elltavia’s home, had been under protection for so long that the Rangers of the forest no longer knew the reason why. Its guardianship had been passed down from mother to daughter for generations, and all Elltavia had known since being a girl was that entry was forbidden, and it was to be protected from outsiders. 

But now, an arcane rot had settled deep within, and was infecting further and further outside of its bounds. Animals, once serene, were being driven to madness if they got too close for too long. Among the forest-dwellers, whispers of unrest travelled, tales of violence and theft staining the once peaceful community. The responsibility had fallen to her to find help, and she had travelled far to ensure she got it. Just like her beloved forest, if the end was near, she would not be going gently. 

Her quest had led her somewhere unexpected, to the shadowy recesses of a sprawling lecture hall. She was nestled in the farthest corner, seeking refuge from the professor's unrelenting enthusiasm. From her observations, his class appeared to cleave into two distinct factions: the diligent scribes, feverishly scribbling down every word that spilled from his lips, struggling to keep pace with his monologuing, and the other group, who seemed utterly disinterested in the lecture material. Their pens lay dormant as they indulged in a different kind of attention; lingering onto his every subtle gesture and every inflection in his voice with wide-eyed fascination. There were a number of Tieflings in the class whose tails were swishing with telling enthusiasm. She imagined if she looked into their notepads, they would be laden with love hearts and romantic doodles.

She knew who Gale Dekarios was, of course. Word travelled, especially when one had command over birds to receive and deliver news from across the realm. Even as far away as she had been from the chaos and fire of Baldur’s Gate - she had taken up moonlit vigil to pray to Mielekki that the heroes' aim be true and their hope evergreen. And now she was sitting here, staring impatiently at one of the very people who had pervaded her prayers. He was more… academic that she’d expected, in his tweed blazer and bow tie. Rounded glasses perched on his nose, occasionally slipping down during moments of particular ardour, prompting him to deftly push them back up with his finger. 

His talking seemed to go on for an extraordinary amount of time, but maybe it just seemed that way because she could feel each precious second slip through her fingers like burning sand. Eventually, the class poured out with a mixture of yawns and giggles and she approached his desk as he scribbled frantically on the blackboard.

“Your dates are wrong.” she said. He flinched slightly, making the chalk jump.He sighed and wiped away his slip, having lost his train of thought. 

“Excuse me?” He turned to face her, his scholarly face frowning and making the lines between his eyes more pronounced. He looked much older when he was frustrated, she thought with amusement. 

She pointed at his scribbles; “The fighting ended in 1421 sure, but the peace treaty wasn’t finalised until the following year.” Her eyes met his, and she was struck by the depth of them. “You may want to correct your students' next lecture. Well… the ones who were actually taking notes.” 

She briefly cast her eyes over the picture frames on his desk. There was one of a formal looking woman with his tanned skin and warm eyes sitting on a sunlit balcony by the sea, and another of an unimpressed looking Tressym perched atop a pile of books.

It was the larger group photo that caught her attention, frozen in a moment of chaos.

In the centre of the frame, a flame-red Tiefling woman was mid-laughter, proudly displaying a crudely drawn portrait of a white-haired elf, the illustration nestling within an odd-shaped gap amongst the group. Behind her, a slight woman with a silver braid, was in the midst of being lifted by a huge, tattooed wood-elf, their collaborative efforts evident in their attempt to fit her into the picture. Next to them, an older woman in druid armour gestured animatedly, seemingly scolding a large, bald man who was earnestly attempting to position what appeared to be a hamster at the forefront of the group. Meanwhile, Gale, with his finger poised mid-sentence, was engaged in conversation with a handsome, horned man who stood with arms folded, seemingly annoyed. Amidst the chaos, only a Githyanki woman remained composed, her unsmiling gaze fixed directly on the camera, unaffected by the surrounding mayhem.

They were the heroes she had seen in the papers, but here they looked less like champions of the Gate and more like a dysfunctional, loving family. She much preferred this version of them. 

“I was not aware I was being monitored today.” He took in her appearance, her dark braided hair was pulled up and away from her face, and she wore travelling robes and a worn cloak. She definitely wasn’t an academic, he thought. Though she certainly seemed knowledgeable on history. Her eyes looked much older than she did - They were the colour of summer leaves slipping into autumn and sparkled when she spoke. With her being an elf, it made sense that she was probably a lot older than she appeared. 

“How can I help you, miss…” 

“Elltavia Kidd’Alka.” Her tone was brusk, efficient. “I won’t waste time with small-talk. I’m here to request some assistance on an urgent matter.” 

He sighed and rubbed his forehead, as though this was a regular interruption to his workday. “Ah, well you can tell the guild..

“I’m not with the guild.”

His frown deepened, “Fine, the harpers…”

“Nope, not them either.” 

“Then please Miss Kidd… 

“I’m a ranger stationed in the High Forest. My home is being infected by a blight which threatens the lives of many who live there.  It is believed the cause is of arcane origin. I need your help to fix it.” She dumped a heavy, jangling pouch on his desk. “I think you’ll find this should be adequate payment.”

This woman did not mess around, he thought. She was refreshing, although he would probably like her more if she actually let him speak.

“I am a professor, not a hireling. I’m afraid I cannot help.”

“Completely understandable, Professor.” She offered warmly “After everything you’ve been through I can understand why you would prefer a quieter, more relaxed lifestyle. Besides…” She said with an exaggerated, compassionate sigh. “You’re not getting any younger.”

This appeared to have touched a nerve. “Listen, Miss Kidd’Alka - I'm sorry for your troubles, but my answer is no. Now if you’d excuse me, I have much to do before my next class. Apparently my dates need amending” He gestured with his arm for her to leave, and she tilted her head with curiosity. She was enjoying him flustered, and she did not move.

“You must feel very lucky to have such a comfortable position here at the academy. Especially with the influx of ancient artefacts that have been added to its custodianship since your arrival.” Her lips tilted at the sudden stiffening of his posture.

He remained silent, eyes narrowing as she sat down in his chair and put her muddy boots up on his desk. She removed a knife from a strap at her thigh, flashing her toned, supple skin and began to peel an apple which had been left for him by a particularly devoted student. He felt a familiar, but dusty feeling stir within him at the flash of her leg. His hand automatically flew to his chest, before remembering that was no longer necessary. Old scars run deep.

“It’s so strange how the discovery of these artefacts always seems to coincide with your sabbatical leave.” Her tone was playful, innocent, but her eyes were mischievous. She slowly let the peel fall away, her blade so sharp she barely had to stroke the fruit with the edge of it. She wasn’t even looking at what she was doing, her gaze was fixed fiercely on him. 

“Your implication is wasted here, I can assure you.”

“My apologies, Professor Dekarios. I meant no disrespect.” She took a sharp bite of the piece of apple speared at the end of her knife, and he watched with fascination and derision as she swallowed, the juice trickling down to her chin. “I just thought the rumoured artefact causing the problem may be of interest to you and your academy. But, never mind. I hear there’s a ex-Sharran cleric who is fond of adventuring, maybe she can help me out.” She could practically hear the thoughts bouncing around in his head as she stood up to leave. 

She was almost at the door when he gave a loud sigh. 

“Wait. Take a seat. I’ll see if I can get my lectures covered.”

She turned to grin at him, and threw the rest of the apple across the room and into a bin with alarming accuracy.

“Leave some milk out for your cat, professor. You may be gone a while.”

The journey back to her forest had been arduous, mainly down to the fact Gale could not get the elvish pronunciation of her name right and so had resorted to calling her ‘Kidd.’ Frustrating for a woman who was one hundred and forty years older than him. Luckily, his useful knack for teleportation meant that at least the journey was shorter than expected. 

They made it to the forest by the following morning, and Elltavia finally relaxed as the sound of songbirds and swishing trees soothed her tired feet and weary soul. She was home again. The plush canopy above them provided respite from the sun, but not the heat, and it wasn’t long into their journey before Gale had switched his slightly faded wizard’s robes into something more appropriate. 

He now wore a loose, tan coloured shirt, unbuttoned enough to display a smattering of chest hair and what looked like a faded, circular scar. His tight brown trousers were tucked into leather boots held up by a belt laden with supplies and potions, and he had a satchel slung over his shoulders. Atop his head was a weather beaten fedora. Typically, she was not a fan of men in fedoras, but the way it kept his hair back off his face and shaded his handsome features was an unexpected and pleasant contradiction to the professor she had first met. But, it was the sinuous coil of a whip holstered at his side, its braided leather worn smooth by countless flicks and flourishes, that caught Tav’s attention the most. 

“A whip?” She asked curiously, trying not to let any of the thoughts it inspired creep into her voice.

“An enchanted whip.” He replied smugly. “Much more useful than a staff, comes in handy from time to time.” To make his point, he unhooked it from his belt, swished it around his head once and then cracked it at a low hanging branch ahead of them. The tail of it curled around tight and sparked with electricity, zapping the dry wood into flame. It fell to the ground with a burning crash. He looked very pleased with himself as he extinguished the fire with a quick blast of conjured water. 

“Well…” She said in the smoky silence. “That was completely unnecessary” 

The mood shifted as they got deeper into the humid, overgrown forest. Leaves and foliage that was lush green and danced in the breeze suddenly became duller, the air stagnant and unbending. Birdsong had hushed, and the once vibrant heartbeat of the forest had suddenly stuttered and stopped.

They reached the centre of the blight, hidden amidst the greenery, to find an ancient temple almost completely swallowed by forest. Its crumbling skeleton had merged with creeping moss. Vines twisted round it like the lithe bodies of a hundred snakes, gripping and squeezing out any remaining life, pushing their way through the stone work until it was prised apart to fall to the forest floor. It once would have been grand, but now looked hollow and haunted. Elltavia grabbed Gale’s arm before he got any closer.

“Wait.” she murmured, crouching slightly. She drew out the sinuous bow from her back and notched an arrow. Her ears flicked like that of a cat surrounded by too much silence. There was something stirring, she could almost hear motes of threatening magic slinking together through the blighted air. Like heat gathering to form a storm. She could practically taste the thunder that had yet to crack.

“Expecting trouble?” Gale asked, hand now hovering over the whip at his belt. 

She did not have time to answer before a skeletal figure, clad in tattered monks robes lunged at them from the shadows. His hollowed out eye sockets glowed with an eerie blue light, and his bony fingers clutched an ancient staff, carved with runes that pulsed faintly with dark energy. As it moved, the sound of creaking bones and whispers of necromantic incantation surrounded it like diseased air. 

With a raise of its staff, a surge of necrotic magic crackled towards them. Gale dove to the side, rolling behind a fallen log, while Elltavia nimbly leaped into a nearby tree, her bow in hand.

She released an arrow in one swift motion. It whistled through the air and struck the skeleton in the chest. For a moment, the blue light in its eyes flickered, but it remained standing -  unbroken and unfazed.

The guardian turned its hollow gaze towards her and began chanting in an ancient, guttural language. The ground beneath the tree where she perched started to rot and decay. With cat-like agility, she jumped to another tree just as the first began to crumble.

Gale seized the moment, sprinting forward and pulling his whip from his belt. With a flick of his wrist, the whip wrapped around the monk's legs, pulling it off balance. The skeleton crashed to the ground, the blue light in its eyes dimming as it struggled to free itself.

The ranger leaped into action, her bow discarded in favour of a pair of daggers. With feline grace, she landed above the guardian and plunged her daggers into its eye sockets, and the dimming light was finally extinguished. 

“Nice whip work.  You get much practice with that thing?” Elltavia approached him, breathless and sweating, and blew away some dust which had settled against his neck. 

“Not as much as i’d like, Kidd.” He said, brushing away some blood from her lip with his thumb. “I’m just making this up as I go along.” There was a moment where their ragged breaths mingled, and their eyes held each other before she turned with a smirk, and headed towards the entrance the skeleton had been guarding. Gale realised, watching her sheath her daggers and count her arrows, that he was in more trouble than anticipated. His heart was hammering in his chest, and he wasn’t sure the fight was the cause of it.

They made their way down ancient, crumbling stairs flooded by spectral light from an imperceptible source, and Gale started to feel queasy and breathless. It was as though something beneath his skin, in his bones, was being sapped from him. It was a feeling he recognised. 

“Sussur” he murmured, and he noticed vein-like ridges running along the walls, thin and faintly pulsing with a moonlight-blue glow. He ran the pads of his fingers over them, and felt a dull burning sensation on his fingertips.

“it’s in the walls. Incredible. It is no ordinary magic emanating from this place.” He held his hand out flat and attempted to conjure a small flame in his palm. There was a crackle, but nothing more. “My magic won’t work here.” For the first time since meeting Elltavia, he felt unsure of himself. It had taken time, patience, an orb of devastation and a mind flayer tadpole for him to even consider that he was of any use to anyone with his spellcasting ability. It had taken his friends to talk him down from martyrdom, and then Godhood. They had  prised his own destruction away from him and cast it into the Chionthar. They had saved him, but some damage is irreparable, and some wounds will always scar.

“I didn’t come to you for your magic.” Elltavia offered behind him. “I sought you out for your knowledge, and bravery. I wanted the professor, not the wizard.”

He didn’t turn to meet her eyes, but his heart fluttered slightly at her words. He steeled himself, thought of the bravery of the Ranger who was fighting for her home, and pushed open the stone door at the foot of the staircase to reveal a giant, circular chamber. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and aged stone. The walls were smooth, carved with meticulous precision by hands long gone. Covering every inch of the surface were runes and writing, each symbol etched deeply and filled with a faint pulsing luminescence that danced over their skin. 

“Amazing”

As Gale worked his way around the room, he took out a pair of glasses to help study the variety of texts carved about the place. "I’ve read about this before. A long time ago. An order of ancient monks, secretive and nomadic in nature," he mused, and Elltavia observed the delicate dance of his fingers tracing the inscriptions, as though seeking enlightenment through tactile communion. Beads of sweat glistened on his brow, causing his spectacles to slip, and the subtle readjustment sent a shiver down her spine.

“Like the one outside?” She tried to draw on what little knowledge she had. She had limited experience with monks in her many years. Certainly she had never come across any in the forest before. 

“Not like that one.” He said frowning in concentration. “That one was dead. Re-animated, as a trap.”

He explored the ruins with an elegance befitting a sage, a paradox of scholar and adventurer, warrior and pacifist, man and mage. She found him fascinating. Turning, he caught her in the act of studying him, her curiosity laid bare.

“Something caught your attention?” His gaze was burning, and his mouth was a cocky smile.

She did not blush, Elltavia never blushed, but she did pause long enough for him to move on without hearing her sharp answer.

"They are custodians, seekers of wisdom, guardians of ancient lore, and protector of magic" His voice was low with reverent contemplation. “There are very few of them, and legend has it the ones left are immortals. Chosen by the Gods to protect and serve the precious arcane knowledge which so often gets corrupted or destroyed.” 

For a brief second, his hand instinctively moves to his chest, to rest on the faded scar. He suddenly felt like a heretic defiling a sacred temple.

“You seem to know a lot about it.” She folded her arms with suspicion.

“Well.. I didn’t get tenure for nothing, Kidd.” His eyes flash at her with confident assurance. “These texts imply that they dedicated themselves so completely to their cause, to their life of protection, that they completely cast out all other distractions. They undergo a Rite, to prove their single-minded dedication. Apparently very few passed it.” He tried not to let creeping agitation wrap itself into his voice, if there was a test or a challenge to be taken for proving worth - he felt as though he was the wrong man for the job. He had cast aside the most luring and precious of temptations mortals could ever dream of. It was a test he’d taken twice, and only passed once. He didn’t want his weaknesses laid bare in front of him again. 

“What happens if they failed?”

 His answer was simple, but he feared what would come next would be less so.

“They died.”

[tayloralisonswift]

london boy has always been so much deeper than people think it is. there’s like a child when our eyes meet! hold on to childlike whims and moonlit swims! i hit my peak at seven! are there still beautiful things? yes there are because you are real and in my arms and it’s like nothing ever hurt me. and then there’s home is where the heart is but that’s not where mine lives! back and forth from new york sneaking in your bed! home is not a place it’s a person! there’s a part of me that will always belong here because here is where you are! i love high tea, stories from uni and the west end…watching rugby with his school friends! i just wanna know you better! we tell stories and you don’t know why i’m coming off a little shy! on a wednesday in a cafe i watched it begin again! i want to know everything about you because everything i learn only makes me love you more! and there’s such normalcy! i feel so high school every time i look at you! touch me while your bros play grand theft auto! and then doesn’t have to be louis v up on bond street, just wanna be with you! say you fancy me not fancy stuff! i’d marry you with paper rings! dont want money, just someone who wants my company! i would give it all up just to be with you!

like yes, it’s got all these references and it doesn’t take itself too seriously, but it’s deceptively silly. it can be fun and irreverent or it can be a sincere love song, all depending on how you listen, which is what makes it so genius

[aftgficrec]

Any neil& aaron recs? Not with a relationship with them necessarily as endgame but something like triptych or the one where they're on the hunt for andrew (cant remember the name rip, but i love that one)

There are a good amount of fics for Neil and Aaron — their relationship is fertile ground to explore angst or growth! The stories run the gamut from mutual disdain to familial warmth, from bad or awkward situations to quests (like hunting for Andrew together in ‘I'm leaving this town…’), from friendship to lovers and even plain ol’ sexual experimentation (see ‘triptych’). 

Though you weren’t keen on Neil/Aaron as a couple, you might enjoy ‘Every Sinner Has A Future.’ It’s friends to lovers and spends significant time developing their relationship. Find it and the fics you referenced among those featured below. -A

Neil & Aaron in situations/working together 

Aaron & Neil stranded together here

Aaron & Neil stuck in a bad situation here

‘Calm down. I look a lot worse than I am.’ and ‘climb a mountain (hold his hand)’ here

‘they who made you/they made me too’ here

‘Identity Theft’ here

‘Apart from Your World (A Part of Mine)’ (selkies) here

‘The World Beneath Our Feet’ series here

‘Crossfire’ here 

‘For You I'd Bleed Myself Dry’ here (updated)

‘If Neil, Then Fox’ here

Neil & Aaron relationship because of Andrew

Aaron & Neil rapprochement here

Aaron accepting andreil here

Aaron & Neil's talk at the cabin here

Neil meets the in-laws or foxes here

‘Did You Get What You Deserve?,’ ‘The Ash is in Our Clothes,’ and ‘common ground??’ here 

‘Married To Annoy,’ ‘head case (what to do with you),’ and ‘AJMICKEY56's Fanfiction Palooza!’ chapters 2 and 82 here 

‘Hold each other...ch 8: Time Does Things’ here

‘Muscle memory’ (completed) and ‘The Memories I Never Can Escape’ here

‘No More Fucks To Give’ here (updated)

‘Neil Fights the Foxes’ here

‘on the tip of my tongue (say something)’ parts 7 & 8 here

‘No straighter path than to struggle,’ ‘The Road Trip,’ and ‘An Olive Branch’ here

‘what even is baseball anyway’ and ‘Holding On and Letting Go’ here

‘Hold me close (in fact, bury me)’ here

‘a girl so bright she'll blind you’ here

Neil & Aaron friendship

Aaron & Neil = Andrew/Neil here

Neil & Aaron friendship 2 here

domestic fluff w/twinyards bonding + Neil & Aaron friendship here

the tumblr posts in Neil/Aaron or Neil & Aaron ask here

‘Make This Leap (Geronimo)’ here

‘Math, Exy and Middle Ground’ here 

‘every piece of you, it just fits perfectly’ here

‘i just wanted you to know (this is me trying)’ here

‘togetherness’ here

‘More Than Words’ here (updated) 

‘Ten Percent’ here

‘Tachycardia’ here; ‘Tachycardia (the My Own Soul's Warning Remix),’ ‘It's going tibia okay,’ and ‘What the fuck happened to you?’ here

‘Aaron is Neil’s doctor in the pros’ here

‘Shards of Glass’ here

‘Et tu, Doctor?’ here

‘Art Hoe’ here

‘Beach Bois’ here

‘just a footnote’ here

‘I'll Follow You’ here

‘Call the doctor ( I may need help)’ and ‘we're inside out’ here

‘Andrew Goes to Hogwarts’ series here

‘Minyards' Magical Mischief’ here

Neil/Aaron rarepair

Neil/Aaron or Neil & Aaron here

‘In The Forest (Burning Bright)’ here 

‘Winter Banquet’ here

you may also like

new Katelyn/Aaron here

Katelyn & Neil friendship here

Katelyn & Neil as siblings/lookalikes here

Katelyn-centric hurt/comfort here

Aaron protective of Neil here

Neil mistakes Aaron for Andrew here

Andrew & Katelyn rapprochement here

‘the prettiest blue’ and ‘The Photo Strip Predicament’ here

‘Nor are we forgiven’ here

‘Give Me Another Minute (to Lay Here in Your Echo)’ here 

‘coming loose’ here

‘the roads I traveled with you’ here

‘One day we'll reveal the truth’ and ‘i'm getting static from my better sense’ here

‘you're not next before forever’ here (completed)

‘Before You Drown’ here

‘Five Years to the Day’ here

‘Twilight and Daytime’ here

‘Whispers in the leaves, shadows in the moonlit night’ here

quests and situations

halloween series by zweimam [Collection, Rated T, 44426 Words, Incomplete, Updated Sept 2023]

NB: Part 1 reviously recommended in new twinyards bonding ask

Part 1: I'm leaving this town (and I'm changing my address) [40309 Words, Updated Sept 2023] Aaron tries to assimilate everything, nodding, "How do you know he didn't mean it?" "It wasn't a thought, or anything," Neil says, looking everywhere but at him. "He told me to go away, to leave and run, and I did. I'm very good at running, you see." Or: Aaron has been looking for his brother for six years. Right when he's beginning to lose all hope, he meets Neil Josten.

tw: child abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: heavy suicide themes, tw: implied/referenced suicide attempt, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: detailed discussion of drug use, tw: implied/referenced overdose, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: panic attacks, tw: dissociation

Part 2: I know that you'll come if you want [6170 Words, Updated Aug 2023] If Aaron has been looking for his brother for six years, Andrew has been waiting for him for longer.

The Most Unorthodox Way of Fighting Back by orphan_account [Rated T, 1683 Words, Complete, 2021]

Neil Josten is forced to pick up his shoes and run. If not for him, than for the ones who can’t.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: murder, tw: blood/gore

Tumblr Bits by gluupor [Rated T, Collection, Complete, 2019]

Chapter 8: Neil Josten: Accountant Spy [2316 Words] Whenever anyone asked Neil what he did for a living, he responded by saying he was a spy. This always was met with impressed faces and probing questions about his job.

till the bitter end on a flat tire by thewintersolstice [Rated M, 10000 Words, Complete, 2022]

neil & aaron end up stranded on the side of the road in the desert. neil wants to talk homophobia. aaron wants neil to shut up for once in his life. aka: my attempt to turn aaron minyard into someone i want to like

tw: homophobia, tw: implied/referenced child abuse

Growing Sharp Edges by Leocante [Rated G, 10218 Words, Complete, 2022]

Aaron just needed some wiggling room. He didn't think he was asking for that much - a few inches of freedom, a miniscule amount of life outside of school and exy, an ounce of control over his day. Well, thruth be told, he wasn't exactly asking asking. Questions like that resulted in a knife under his neck and an unyielding 'no'. But Aaron needed some goddamn wiggling room, and he was desperate enough to ask Josten for help.

tw: attempted sexual assault, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: recreational drug use, tw: alcohol

Who is the man in the relationship? by sugaroto [Rated T, 6986 Words, Complete, 2022]

"I'm your type." Neil went on. "Then I'm yours." Aaron shot back, "You're literally fucking my twin, asshole!" "High five!" Neil said, his eyes lightening up, "We're type buddies!" Neil started laughing. "What? What's so funny?" Aaron asked. "We should get married!" Or The time Neil and Aaron got drunk and thought it'd be funny if they got married.

tw: alcohol

NB: fic meme by @sugaroto here

Momentary Disaster by JostenlovesMinyard [Rated T, 1305 Words, Complete, Twinyards Appreciation Week 2022]

Day 2: Disaster Aaron and Neil are sent to do a grocery run but Neil loses something along the way. Aaron is there to help him.

You Are So Much More Than Your Father's Son by phan_taloon [Rated T, 3143 Words, Complete, 2021, Locked]

In which Nathan Wesninski has fanboys and Neil Josten doesn't want to deal with them, but Aaron is there to save the day.

tw: panic attacks, tw: flashbacks

A Pain Never Meant to be Felt (I really suck a titles, just pretend its good.) by transandsad [Rated M, 14187 Words, Incomplete, Updated Aug 2023]

Aaron is mistaken for someone he is not and has to figure out how to pick up the pieces in the aftermath.

tw: gang rape, tw: nonconsensual touching, tw: assault, tw: graphic descriptions of csa, tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: blood, tw: flashbacks, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: ptsd, tw: panic attacks, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: murder, tw: drug addiction

Neil and Aaron swap body’s AU bullet fic by @sadboyayeron [Tumblr, 2020]

AFTG Neil & Aaron Gender Swap hc by @sadboyayeron [Tumblr, 2020]

friendship

Oblivious series by greencherrybomb [Rated T, Collection with 2 complete works, Updated July 2022]

Part 1: Oblivious in love (3152 Words) Andrew has been pining after Neil Josten for months, but knows it wont happen. Neil doesnt even swing, so he does the only thing to protect his feelings. Ignoring Neil and eating ice cream. Part 2: Best Friends Brother (3930 Words) Neil has been harboring a long time crush on his best friend, Aaron Minyards, brother Andrew. Too bad Andrew has been avoiding him at all costs and is dating the hottest guy in school, Kevin day. Or at least thats what Neil thinks.

Dear Little Ghost by choisunsanie [Rated G, 4650 Words, Complete, 2022]

Neil Josten starts to be haunted by a naughty blond ghost.

tw: previous major character death, tw: car accidents

And I Swear And I Swear, I Was Burning Alive by Miss_Fun_Fun_and_Fun [Rated T, 1477 Words, Complete, 2022]

Neil is confronted by his ex-best friend's twin brother while still reeling from his mother abandoning him. - A one-shot, alternate universe for Fortheloveofexy's fic, "More Than Words".

tw: implied/referenced drug addiction

NB: ‘More than Words’ was previously recced here (updated)

sexual experimentation

triptych by likearecord [Rated E, 12805 Words, Complete, 2023]

Three parts, three POVS. Aaron, wondering, picks up a guy in a bar. Neil, having learned something, wants to try again. Andrew, knowing nothing, sees something he likes.

tw: explicit sexual content, tw: nonconsensual touching

friends to lovers

Every Sinner Has A Future by OfficialStarsandGutters [Rated E, 29864 Words, Complete, 2021]

Canon divergent Neil x Aaron. - Neil Josten. A shock of red hair and ocean blue eyes. Pretty faced, but nothing special. Except he makes a throwaway comment about Andrew being off his meds and it’s like everyone in the room forgets to breathe. Even Aaron, his body still and tense with surprise that he can tell them apart. Without even having met Aaron, he knew Andrew wasn’t him. That shouldn’t mean anything. Aaron rubs his sweaty palms on his skinny jeans and tells himself it doesn’t, it doesn’t, it doesn’t.

tw: recreational drug use, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: nonconsensual drug use, tw: graphic description of overdose, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced murder

Art

monsters cuddle pile art by @emry-stars-art

au where aaron and neil are best friends first comic by @02511213942 also on twitter

when Neil tells Dr Aaron he’s fine art by @srslyarts

get in loser we’re going shopping art by @ouijacine

Josten and Aaron on press duty comic by @paradoxolotl

Aaron is a godfather comic by @paradoxolotl

[cloudcountry]

PART 1 OF AUBURN'S MOOTS !!

@tinyletterz - remy

@shkrmpp - shrimpy

@identity-theft-101 - identity

@fukashiin - winou

@ryuubff - gi

@hisui-dreamer - rinna (rinrin!)

@merotwst - ellie

@siren-serenity - siren (renren!)

@officialdaydreamer00 - irene (nutmeg!!)

@names-are-dumb - cole (husband fr)

@the-v-lociraptor - raptor

@siphoklansan - sippy

@dowdos - vicky

@v-anrouge - aster

@vioisgoinginsane - vio

@ceruleancattail - ceru

@moonlit-midnight - hannah

@valerie-leech - valerie

@aqua-beam - calira

@iseethatimicy - icy

@acornwinter - winter (winnie!)

@ryker-writes - ryker (ry!)

@cookiesandbiscuits - cookie

@totallymem3 - meme

@z3llous - zell

@cecilebutcher - cecile (cece!)

@ang33333333l - angel

@axvwriter - axvie

@leonistic - soru

@rains-asleep - rain

@shinysparklesapphires - sapph (sapphy!)

@jade-s-nymph - rubia

@saturnslastgoodbyes - saturn (tsunotarou!)

@non-binary-lil-shit - remy

@datboredpencil

@queen-shiba - shiba

@beeirdos-buzzing-bogaloo - beeirdos

@dove-da-birb - dove (chaos causer fr)

@loser-jpg - loser

@ashipiko - ashi

@shyhaya - haya

@musicalhistorical - em

@thehollowwriter - quinn

@professionalreblogs

@crheativity - rhea

@cyath - cyath

@eynnwwyjth - faye

[originalmoonkid]

"90's Wala Love"

In the era of cassettes and dial-up connections, Where love was pure, devoid of digital imperfections. A time when we wrote letters with heartfelt emotion, And love blossomed without constant online devotion.

The '90s wala love had a different flair, It had innocence, simplicity, and a genuine care. Long phone conversations, the thrill of the landline, Waiting for a call, oh, how precious was the time.

We made mixtapes with songs that spoke our hearts, Each melody a story, a work of art. Slow dancing under the moonlight's gentle glow, In '90s wala love, we let our feelings flow.

No swiping right, no instant swipe left, We met in person, no digital theft. Handwritten notes and love letters sealed with a kiss, In the '90s wala love, nothing was amiss.

Those movie dates in the cinema hall, Sharing popcorn, laughter, and love's sweet call. The magic of a walk by the moonlit shore, In '90s wala love, we wanted nothing more.

We wore baggy jeans and flannel shirts, Our fashion choices, quirky and diverse. But what mattered most was the love we'd share, In '90s wala love, we were a timeless pair.

Today's world may be fast and ever-changing, But '90s wala love is still worth celebrating. For it taught us that love, in its simplest form, Is a treasure that can weather any storm.

So let's remember those days with a smile, The '90s wala love, so classic and worthwhile. In a world that's moved on, let's not forget, That true love is something we should never regret.

[the-second-visitor]

Here's a fun little attempt at English poetry!

cw: blood, murder, cannibalism of sorts - nothing dramatic but like it's there somewhere

Do you remember the sweetness of a spring day? with sunlight dancing in your hair The glow of bonfires burning the nights of May when breathing felt as light as smoke in the air

Evening songs of meadows under the red cloud When last you tried to outdance the flames? The laughter and singing has never been too loud You knew every voice, every face and all their names

Do you long for the silence of colder nights? When even the wind held its breath Do you regret leaving it for the distant lights? Will you return before you're seized by death?

Have you loved it there among the bright noise? Surrounded by people, not knowing who they are Did you find happiness? Had all of life's joys? For what have you sold the sky with every lucky star?

Do you remember the far side of the meadow? With flowers' red blooms and the cry of wind Distant melody carried by the evening shadow A tree with crown of ribbons, tall and skinned

The spring's first storm waiting above the field False roses dancing with the breeze With all of their secrets by the forest concealed In darkness sweetly rotting under the silent trees

Do you long for the stillness before the run? The leaves in your hair, the blood on your knees Why give it all up for a light sharper than the sun? Have you found blessings there that none of us sees? 

Lived freely among the walls of stone and steel? Laughed and sang in the grey years to spend? Had time for sorrow and the love to heal?  Will you run to see the stars? Before the very end

Do you remember moonlight? reflected by a blade The softness of dark wet moss and broken skin? Your dirt covered hands in the wounds they made A body lying still, cold ground drinking the life within

The sweetness of my flesh, the red of your teeth Stars in your eyes with a promise sealed By the clouds above and the roots underneath All of me that cannot rot to the fires' glow will yield

Do you long for the smoke that whispers my name? You can run far but the stained lips cannot lie Live under an empty sky, the end will be the same Will you taste me once again? Right before you die

Have you spent well the autumns you had left? Did you have the sun to warm your heart? When the illness found you, did it feel like theft? Will there be a pyre burning when you at last depart?

Do you remember the promise that you gave? To the fruitful fields and every forest flower With all your blasphemous prayers to be save To each and every part of me you wish to devour

Did I not keep you from hunger spring after spring? A bloodsoaked debt cannot be left behind  There is no more laughter or new melody to sing Why waste the remaining notes and not repay in kind?

Do you long for the calmness of unending sleep? A bed of moss, not hiding from the stars With one thing to give and nothing left to keep The blades of grass clinging to the unhealed scars

By the forbearing earth you will not be released The sweetest red blooms from your veins will eat Above your bones the moonlit forest will feast Three days from now in that forest we shall meet

[renardiererin]

getaway car ; ch.xviii: “touch me while your bros play grand theft auto” 

masterlist - previous | next

misc. - domestic filler is everything to me - js them being cute n playing video games - the filler is going strong bc i am happy that the angst is over - that dti story genuinely happened to me yesterday - started singing karma in chat & got told to shut up 🙄 got p1 though so whatever, i ate - the valorant thing is true too i do that LMAO

getaway car – a racer rintarou suna smau rintarou suna is the top formula one racer for scuderia ferrari, and he would be the top ranked in the world if not for the top driver for redbull aston martin: hajime iwaizumi. it’s no secret that suna has a silly celebrity crush on world famous actress [name] miya, and when it hits the tabloids that iwaizumi was seen out with her, it’s all interviewers will ask suna about. will this take their rivalry to a new level? or will suna befriend [name], and be the final match to the gasoline puddle of rumors? 

<3

taglist

@satoruzlove @empathum @akumakitsune21 @whoreforfictionalmen18 @dani-shitting-around  @reverie-starlight @tsukiran-blog @xbl00dy-r0s3x @universal-s1ut @koushisbabie @breakmyheartlater @phoenix-eclipses @ris-krispie @coyloves @2baddies-1porsche @girlkissersco @dontmindtheevie @itsdragonius @reekapeeka @leave-rae-alone @usmell4 @noideawhothatis @moonlit-mizukage @thirtykiwis @highkey-fangirling @ast4rg1rl @razberrywrites @zamorazz @k0z3me @iluvhellokitty  @gsyche

[dream-meister-translations]

MOONLIT CONFESSIONS - PART 1

━

MASTER : Stars...So many stars...

DEZHOU CHICKEN : Master, Master? If you are too weary, you should return early to rest.

MASTER : Oh, I'm so sorry! I nodded off again! What were you saying about the status report of the theft of Kongsang's ingredients?

DEZHOU CHICKEN : You seem to be rather sleepy all the time these days, have you been having nightmares?

MASTER : Not nightmares...If I think hard about it, they're pleasant dreams.

MASTER : Since receiving the curious rock my father sent, I often dream about myself drifting in a river of stars. I think I'm waiting for something...

DEZHOU CHICKEN : A rock that gives someone dreams? Hm, it doesn't look like your standard-issue calcium carbonate. Just to be safe, I'm going to have its chemical composition checked out.

FULI CHICKEN : hey, hey. Is this the time to be hung up on this?

??? : Waaah, the ears on my hat are about to be tugged off!

Black shadows dash into the restaurant sobbing. Their faces are streaked with lotus paste and date paste so much so that no one can tell who triumphed.

FULI CHICKEN : I've caught the Mastermind behind the burglary and here you are getting cozy! Look!

MASTER : Moon Cake!?

MOON CAKE : Wah, why are you hugging me!? Don't treat me like a kid!

MASTER : Why are you here in Kongsang? In previous years, you've always spent this part of the year making mooncakes in Guanghan Palace.

MOON CAKE : H-How did you know? But Guanghan Palace... I can't go back to Guanghan Palace anymore.

MOON CAKE : It's been enveloped by a huge bunch of storm clouds and no one can get in from the outside. I heard Kongsang has shortcuts to every realm so...

MOON CAKE : I thought I couldn't take advantage of you guys. So I made you mooncakes for a few thousand people as a token of my appreciation...

FULI CHICKEN : What? You stole ingredients from Kongsang to make those mooncakes, what kind of token is that supposed to be! Besides, we haven't even agreed to let you borrow the Universal Formation!

MASTER : Come now, let's calm down~ According to reports, we've only lost 3% of ingredients. The other ingredients were all brought here by Moon Cake. If we get into the details, Kongsang's making a killing off this.

MASTER : We shouldn't make life difficult for an able young man like himself! I think it'll be best for me to take him home personally.

DEZHOU CHICKEN : Master...? You still have 5,731 reports on Kongsang to read through. Butler Guo...Seems very concerned about this.

MASTER : Ahem, ahem, ahem! I'm not doing this to go out and play, but to render aid to my neighbors and friends while investigating the anomaly at Guanghan Palace!

MASTER : Besides...

I look down at the rock in my hand, the faint golden gleam spreads down the veins in it. In the place near the river of stars, perhaps I'll find the answer to my dreams.

[officialdaydreamer00]

Oh requests!

May I request tweels who are utterly whipped for their s/o? Just utter simps, someone save them. I've always felt like the Leech family would have Addams family vibes, and these two would be a pair of Gomez'

Remember take it easy and don't burn out! ❤

QUINN PLEASE THIS IS AN AMAZING HC I LOVE IT

reader is not yuu, reader is gender neutral

the passionate simp.

my personal favourite headcanon being merpeople only pick one significant other in their life. seems like you're the lucky one to be chosen by him.

will bite you out of love, most likely targets your neck or your arms, sometimes your shoulders.

isn't afraid of PDA, will kiss you in front of a crowd if he can. but he's willing to wait until you are alone.

LOVES cuddles. he likes seeing you so warm and snuggly in his arms, the perfect time to attack you with smoochies.

NOSE NUZZLES. intimate, he loves it, even more so when he gets to see your reddened face.

the ultimate bodyguard. always count on floyd to have his arm on you all the time. he ain't gonna have you stolen from him that easily.

heart eyes and dopey grins, he's whipped.

the absolute simp.

man's gomez addams reincarnated and no one can tell me otherwise.

handsome, gentlemanly, passionate, loyal, completely fucking unhinged. HE'S AN ENTIRE PACKAGE, HONEY.

when he falls for you, darling, he falls hard. you're not gonna get him out of the hole he dug for you.

will kiss you every time he sees you, even if he just saw you like 10 minutes ago, he's just gonna went "oh well" and smooches you anyways.

"Look at them. I will die for them. I will kill for them. Either way, what bliss."

PET NAMES. OH MY GODS. he will call you all sorts of nicknames, either good old-fashioned or oddly cute, for he intends to fluster you until you short circuit.

heart eyes stares and silly smiles, he's so smitten man.

taglist🏷️ @azulashengrottospiano @aqua-beam @siren-serenity @identity-theft-101 @dove-da-birb @moonlit-midnight @hisui-dreamer @xen-blank @taruruchi @cheezy-moon @minimallyminnie @axvwriter @krenenbaker @cave-of-jade @mermaidfanficlibrary @cookiesandbiscuits @jaylleoo14

reblogs are very appreciated!!

[hisui-dreamer]

as per your suggestion... (from this post)

fluffy sheep jade!!! he's an eel in sheep's clothing

i managed to crochet a little sheep onesie for him alhdjdgakahsk fr so proud of myself

i tried to make sleeves but the yarn just engulfed him into a fluffy cloud even more so i just left it sleeveless so you can at least see his body😂

tagging ppl who love to see my eel simpery lol: @bi-panicatthedisco @hheun @fukashiin @azulashengrottospiano @dove-da-birb @keii-starz @siren-serenity @officialdaydreamer00 @identity-theft-101 @moonlit-midnight @atsdlura

[lucianjablonsky]

More than just pleasure

This is more than just pleasure; it's a theft, A desperate bid to steal, to heft A piece of you I’ll keep so close, A treasure I cherish, that no one knows My hands roam your body, a thief's delight, Taking what they crave, in the dead of night Leaving behind a trail of desire, A flame only I can quench, a fire Each touch, each caress, a stolen prize, A secret shared beneath the moonlit skies ~ My Sweet Obsession

[feyspeaker]

I think I sent you a note before, but WHATEVER. Your art is some of the best I've ever seen on any site. It's wonderfully straddling the line between BG3's style (for those fandom works) & pure realism. Your rendering of blood is weirdly pretty & dear gods, if I ever met your Astarion on a moonlit night--(cue me swooning & looking like a lovesick FOOL). Also, I'm really sorry about people stealing your stuff. That's a damn shame & I hope they're all caught.

Oh thank you so so much for such a sweet message!! That really means a lot to me, and I appreciate you taking the time to send this. ;A;

I love painting blood haha, I'm not sure why exactly but I do find it beautiful so I'm glad it translates. xD I've definitely found that my love of BG3 has really encouraged me to work harder and harder to improve.

Unfortunately, art theft is just part of the game... I really try not to beat myself up about it because it would just drive me completely mad!

Thank you so much again!!! ♥♥♥