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Anddddd more sketch work of the Hunter! She's extremely allergic to those feathers :3

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Quick Sneezy Susie doodle

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That corset has Herculean strength.

Jannah for @megachurch-fete

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Respect creators. Creation Downsides

To any creator: thank you. Thank you for the time and energy you do with what you share online. Videos, art, stories, and other types of sneezy posts. There is a lot that is behind the scenes that is never seen.

One huge thing I struggle with is energy. It is tricky to gain motivation to do something, and it is hard for me to even begin starting...anything. Something that I admire about artists and writers is the care they give and the energy they put into what they create =)

That energy and care can be a downside. Especially for the weight and pressure that is pushing from viewers or comments. "This is awesome!" "Can't wait to see more!" "This is hot!" "Can you do ___ sneezing now?" "I need more."

Getting comments is a good thing but it can turn into a bad thing if a creator puts too much onto themselves because of comments. Getting no comments is emotionally draining too. People want to know what they share matters to someone.

It is easy to have the desire to search for something that makes us happy. It is hard to create something that makes us happy.

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Pixie dust is good. Sneezes caused by pixie dust are very good. Can I have some more please

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A fairy who's extremely allergic to most flowers and pollen. Having to be antisocial because everyone's clothes are usually made from flowers. Maybe her best friend is getting married and she has to wear a flowery dress, and everything is just making her nose tickle. She tries to hold back during the most important parts of the ceremony, but can she?

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All The Small Things - Hel/luva B/oss

(yes as in the song because guess what fuckers I'm an absolute music nerd)

From this prompt, because my goodness these two are just so goddang cute I may lose my mind

Basically Mox/xie discovers he has the kink through various interactions with Mil/lie, and it's adorable. This is gonna be a three part series of short stories that got longer than I’d anticipated.

Part 1 - “Turn The Lights Off, Carry Me Home”

As far as Moxxie was concerned, everything about Millie was the very definition of perfect.

Not just her talent in combat - but come on, that too, because wow! 

Her eyes sparkled like topaz, her voice had a delicate twang to it that was just so, and her hair caught the dim rays of light in Hell - and the brighter sunshine of the mortal realm - beautifully.

When she moved, she was like a goddess - graceful, purposeful, agile. It certainly served her well on the job, but golly, how she danced...

And she was so brave, with a hair-trigger temper, and yet so unrelentingly kind unless you gave her reason not to be.

Moxxie wondered how someone as stunning as her, with all her rural charm and courage, could’ve ever fallen for a nervous wreck who ran away from the mob and sang Phantom in the shower.

Every morning he woke up by her side, feeling like the luckiest imp in Hell.

This included the morning she woke far later than usual, and Moxxie could just tell something was up.

After all, he was nothing if not perceptive.

“Morning, Millie,” Moxxie smiled, “Well - it nearly isn’t morning anymore, but hey, eleven thirty still counts, right?”

“Eleven thirty?” Millie repeated, a fair amount of gravel in her voice as she tried to push herself upright, “Mox, why’d you let me stay asleep this late?”

She sounded ill - she looked it too, as her forehead was slicked with sweat and she had dark shadows under her eyes. 

“Well, you seemed a little out of sorts last night, so I thought I should let you rest,” Moxxie replied, a feeling he could only describe as almost-overwhelming concern blossoming in the pit of his stomach. 

“Darlin’, you worry too much,” Millie gave a tired, wan smile back, clearing her throat and sniffling a little to try and make her voice sound a bit less like she’d placed first in the Wrath Ring’s iron-nail-swallowing contest, “I’ll be fine, I just need coffee... Besides, we got work this evenin’ and then that new play you wanted to see...” 

Millie got up out of bed, and stumbled into the kitchen. Moxxie went in ahead of her and put on a fresh pot of coffee - though he really thought tea would be more appropriate, given the state Millie’s voice seemed to be in.

“You want breakfast?” Moxxie asked, pouring out two mugs.

“I’m not really that hungry, but I guess I oughta eat somethin’,” Millie told him.

“French toast it is, then,” Moxxie turned to the counter, rolling up his sleeves.

“You know me so well,” Millie said through a yawn.

Moxxie started humming quietly to himself - some tune that was probably a mixture of seven or eight different Broadway numbers - as he whisked the egg, vanilla and cinnamon together.

“Heh- Hp’SSHhew!”

Moxxie turned around just in time to see Millie straightening up and letting out an airy sigh. 

“Damn you,” Moxxie murmured, loud enough for her to hear. 

“Thanks,” Millie sniffed, and Moxxie felt a kind of anticipation rise within him as her breath caught softly again, “Hep’TSHhiew! Ooh, goodness, pardon me...” 

Moxxie had heard her sneeze before; it was a natural thing after all, and they’d known each other for quite some time, but he’d never known it to happen more than once. 

Wait, why do I pay attention to that? He wondered vaguely, but brushed it to the side.

Probably because I care about her so much, he reasoned.

“You okay?” Moxxie asked her.

“’Course I am,” Millie giggled, “Just... hih- just a- HihHSshew! Just a few sneezes, honey, I’m sure it’s nothin’.”

“If you say so,” Moxxie went back to the toast, trying to focus on what he was doing - he’d burn their breakfast if he didn’t get his head out of the clouds...

“About time you two showed up,” Blitz said later when Moxxie and Millie walked through the door into his office, “New client just called - some minimum-wage worker got in an accident on the job, kicked the bucket, wants revenge on his manager.”

“Let’s get him!” Millie grabbed a broadsword in slightly shaky hands, and coughed a few times into her arm.

“Yikes, Millie, you sound like you deep-throated a cactus,” Blitz put his trusty revolver in its case.

“Hey,” Moxxie stepped forward. Blitz simply shrugged, and Moxxie asked, “Are you sure you’re up for this, Millie? You’re shivering.”

“Yeah, there’s just a draft in here,” Millie stepped forward through the portal to Earth that opened before the three imps. Moxxie followed her, trying to keep the obvious concern from his face.

“Where are we headed, anyway?” Moxxie wondered.

“Some pizza place in Queens,” Blitz looked at his phone for the directions he’d been given, “Follow me...”

Blitz led them down cracked inner-city streets, through narrow alleyways where they wouldn’t be spotted. Finally, they reached the outside of Ben’s Pizzeria.

“I’ll climb up and see where this guy’s office is, then you two follow me and smoke him,” Blitz twirled a grappling hook in his wrist, throwing it so it caught a ledge three floors up, and then proceeded to scale the rope.

“Got it,” Millie looked up at Blitz.

Once he reached the ledge, Blitz beckoned the others to come up. Millie went first, tucking her dagger into her belt, and Moxxie stayed down - sure, he could face deadly peril, or take down a grown man with a well-aimed shot, but rope-climbing? That, he’d realised when he was around thirteen, was a bridge too far.

Millie gave a quick thumbs-up to Moxxie, and perched herself on the ledge.

Right as I.M.P.’s latest target walked into the room through a side door.

“Bingo,” Millie whispered, grabbing her dagger, but her triumphant smile quickly faded as her breath hitched.

“The fuck...?” Blitz drew away from her slightly, readying his gun just in case. 

There the bastard was, sitting at his desk - if this wasn’t the easiest hit ever then his name wasn’t Blitz Buckzo—

“Hnk’shht! Sorry, I- Heih’HISHhew!” Millie curled in on herself from the force of the sneezes, and the man at the desk turned to face the window.

“Shit!” Blitz swore, signalling Millie to get the fuck out of here, and aiming square at the man’s forehead.

“Sayonara, asshole!” Blitz waved with the hand that wasn’t holding the gun, and—

BANG.

Blitz backflipped off the ledge and pulled the rope down with him, landing a little harder than he’d have liked, but shook himself off and ran to a nearby alley. Moxxie and Millie sprinted after him.

“Sorry about what happened back there,” Millie started, slight congestion evident in her voice, “It was just a fluke, I’m okay- Hh- Hiek-SHhew! Ugh, ’scuse me...”

Moxxie put an arm around her shoulder, and she felt a little warmer than usual.

“Not the worst mission we’ve ever had,” Blitz whipped out his phone, “Y’ello? Yeah, we got the guy, you’re welcome... No need to thank us, we’re just doin’ our job.” He hung up, and turned back to Millie.

“Usually Moxxie’s the jittery one after these things, you’re shaking like a goddamn leaf,” he said, “I don’t think we have any other clients today, so why don’t you two lovebirds take the rest of the evening off?”

“That’s... weirdly nice of you, sir,” Moxxie took Millie by the hand, “What’s the catch?”

“Catch is, get outta here before I change my mind,” Blitz turned to the door. Moxxie gently led Millie out of the building.

“Millie, I’m worried about you,” Moxxie said.

“What?” Millie turned her head towards him, “Honey, I’m tellin’ you, you’re overreactin’.”

“It’s just that you- you feel like you’ve got a fever,” Moxxie faltered - Satan, why was it so hard to get words out all of a sudden? - “And your voice is - well, not bad, exactly, but - well, it’s-”

“Well, spit it out, we’ve got a play to catch,” Millie cut across him, “Are you okay?”

“Of course I am,” Moxxie replied, “But- I just... Ugh, sonofa-” He sighed, and tried again.

“I think you’re coming down with something.”

“What makes you think that?” Millie put a hand on her hip, but quickly raised it again as her breathing quickened, “H-hang on, Moxxie- heh-ITSshieh! HIHshhew! Oh, my goodness- Hep’SCHhiew! Ugh - snf- Whoo, excuse me...”

“Well, that,” Moxxie went on, “You’ve been like this since this morning, even Blitz noticed!” His tail flicked to the side.

Neither of them spoke for a moment.

“I guess I am a little under the weather,” Millie admitted, “But it’s nothin’, really, we can still go to our play tonight- snf-! It’s not like I’m dyin’-” she let out a rather harsh, painful-sounding fit of coughs that stopped the two of them in their tracks.

“Ugh, dammit,” Millie didn’t raise her head, “... I kinda feel like shit.”

“Oh,” Moxxie felt that surging feeling of worry rising in him, “Come on, let’s go home.”

“But- I- Hh’ESHhew! What about the play? You’ve been lookin’ forward to this for weeks...”

“We’ll go some other time,” Moxxie assured her, “Besides, I have an idea...” he dialled Blitz’s number.

“What?” came the snappy voice of Loona, “Oh. Blitz, it’s for you!”

“Who is it?” Blitz asked.

“Just me, sir,” Moxxie answered, “Look, this is really short notice, but Millie’s sick-”

“Fuckin’ knew it,” Blitz muttered, “And?”

“And we were supposed to go to a play tonight, so I was thinking I could give my tickets to you?” Moxxie asked.

“Well, I don’t have anything better to do, I guess,” Blitz thought aloud. He looked over at Loona, who shook her head.

“Loona’s not interested,” Blitz told Moxxie, “I might call Stolas, he’s into that acting shit...” Blitz hung up on Moxxie, who walked with Millie back to the office, and gently slid the pair of tickets under the door.

Later, at home, Millie was sitting on the couch, under a blanket, with a cup of tea and a box of tissues on the coffee table.

“Soup’s on,” Moxxie announced proudly, bringing in a bowl each for himself and her.

“Snff-! Thanks, Mox,” Millie tried to smile, “I’m sorry I’m such a mess right now.”

“You’re still beautiful,” Moxxie ran a hand through her tousled hair, and she sighed contentedly.

This, Moxxie reflected, is new. 

He’d never seen her sick before - they’d been married a little over a year, and this was still a first.

Impressive, he thought.

“Ehh-Hgk’TSHhew! Hih-! ISHhhiew! Ohh...”

Moxxie planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, “I’m here. Let me know if you need anything, okay?” He picked up a book from the side table and began reading to himself.

“Mmhm,” Millie murmured, laying down and getting comfortable on the sofa.

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Maybe I'd you're still interested in the endgame type stuff, Natasha it's the first time of her actually being sick since the red room and everything so maybe shes the opposite of what we'd expect, instead of stifled and reserved and R finds this really adorable because it's very contrasting her usual self

This idea is so unique, I love it! 

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“Good morning,” you whispered, snuggling into your girlfriend’s back, laying your arm around her waist. You nuzzled your nose into her hair, before moving it aside and kissing the back of her neck. 

“Morning.”

“Sleep well?” you asked, feeling relaxed and ready to begin your day. It was the first time in days that the two of you had actually slept more than two hours. You’d been working nonstop on trying to bring everybody back, and the exhaustion had finally gotten to the both of you last night. 

“Mhmmm.”

“I’ll start coffee,” you murmured, kissing the back of Nat’s neck before getting out of bed. As soon as you’d left, Natasha flopped onto her back and furrowed her brow. She felt... off. She couldn't quite describe it but something didn’t feel right. Shaking her head as if to clear it, Nat sighed and then got up after you.

Arms wrapped around your waist from behind and you relaxed into your girlfriend’s touch. She was normally not so affectionate, so you reveled in every touch. When her arms pulled away suddenly, you frowned, until you realized why. 

“h’htsSCHoo! hh’tschioo!”

“Bless you,” you acknowledged, turning and furrowing your brows. It was unheard of for Natasha to sneeze like that. Normally she was so.... reserved and in control, and it seemed as though she had none for that outburst. 

“Sorry,” she muttered, seemingly confused at herself. Her nose twitched and she took an experimental sniff, sending her breath hitching. 

“Huh-h’h...”

You waited to see whether or not she’d sneeze again, your brain already thinking she had to be allergic to something. But it’s not as if you’d done anything new or bought anything new. Perhaps this was simply a rare occasion. 

“h’mphhshioo!”

“Bless you, Natasha. What is going on?”

After she was certain she wouldn’t sneeze again, your girlfriend took an experimental sniff, annoyed when finding congestion. 

“I don’t know.”

“Are you allergic to something?”

“No, we haven’t done anything new and I haven’t been anywhere.”

“Are you sick?”

“I haven’t gotten sick since the Red Room,” she answered, ready for the conversation to be over. 

You didn’t answer, but let your mind wander as you focused back on the coffee. When she groaned from behind you less than a second later, you turned expecting an answer. 

“It won’t st-h’h- stop.”

“Your nose?”

She nodded, scrubbing at it. “I’ve never had to sneeze so bad.”

“So sneeze,” you chuckled, causing her to open her eyes and glare at you. 

“I would if... h’h.. heh’h-h’hh.... I thought I was going to.”

“Did you get something up your nose?”

She shook her head, her mouth opening as her breath hitched again. Growing frustrated, Natasha looked up towards the lights, which seemed to do the trick. Her eyes shut as her breath came in short gasps, her nostrils flaring, before she sent yet another sneeze into her elbow.

"Bless. you. You're worrying me."

Nat gave a stuffy sigh, moving to grab a tissue from the box. After a quick congested blow, she washed her hands and leaned against the counter.

"I feel off," she mumbled.

You chuckled. "Really, I couldn't tell."

She sent you an unamused look. You quickly apologized, not wanting her to feel a certain way about her show of vulnerability.

"My love," you cooed, pulling her in for a hug. "Perhaps you are sick."

The redhead woman squeezed you before stepping out of your embrace and clearing her throat. You traced a finger along her jawline.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

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Both designs look awesome! I like the hairstyles and colors.

Um…you see… I Went a little bonkers on this one

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I hope the ko fi donation worked. Your youtube videos and your game made me smile. There is a lot of energy and time that you did here that is clear to see! Scratch is useful for making games. It is not seen often but I am happy you used Scratch for your idea here!

Sneezing While Hiding: The Game RELEASE

Here she is! One of the craziest projects I've ever undertaken... and I can't wait to make more!

Disclaimer: This is my first-ever attempt to develop a game... I've literally never done coding or anything before, and this was created in Scratch... that means this is FAR from perfect. There are glitches and issues that I am aware of, but it's at a point where I'm happy releasing it. None of the issues should be game-breaking, but please let me know if you run into any serious problems! Minor glitches though... yeah

ANYWAYS! The game itself is pretty simple. You're hiding in a closet but you have to sneeze. You can choose to stifle, muffle, or holdback your sneezes, but you have to watch the clock and avoid letting your nose get too tickly while keeping quiet enough to stay hidden. There's a brief tutorial option in the game that explains the mechanics in more detail!

This game features nearly 100 sneeze-related sound effects, hand-drawn animations, and a lot of time/effort, so I really hope you enjoy!

PS... I had some super expensive vet bills for my beloved kitty last week, so I'm opening up a ko-fi. Don't feel ANY pressure to donate, but if you want to thank me for my time or commission a custom video check me out: https://ko-fi.com/disastersnz

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Magic user who can make plants bloom at will tries to impress their date but instead makes them sneeze immediately.

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🐿️🐿️🐿️

I don’t think the squirrel is too happy with me recording for requests this morning 🤭

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Follow up from this!

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Ga/adriel pt2 for @megachurch-fete

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Almost… 

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If you're doing another snz Friday:

Holdbacks while repeating "don't sneeze" to yourself?

Thanks for all the wonderful audios!

But of course!

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hehehe hahaha boobies :3