#kinda snz actually

[nobodybetterlookatme]

At work rn and I'm full of disgust bc my partner is very clearly sick as hell and I have to be literally right next to him all day 😭😭 wtf I hate it here, he sounds so fucking bad, like why the hell is he here 😭😭

[waterfallofspace]

don't know how to format this post so welcome to waterfall is craving things and she doesn't know if it's more h-rny or lonely so enjoy a little snippet of what is playing on loop in my mind~

Person A: tshhieew!

Person B: Bless you, poor little thing~

Person A: I'm- eshh'iew! tschh- kngt'shhew! I'm not little!

Person B: Even if you aren't, your sneezes sure are~

Person A, blushing: No they're- eh'tnshiew! aeshh'iee!

Person B, with a smirk: What a poor, sneezy little thing~

[sneezydarliing]

Sensitive Jouno. Allergic Jouno. Just Jouno having the worst time in a place he’d rather not be in but what can he do? NOTHING. L bozo skill issue (he’s very cute)

THANK YOU for the ask and actually pushing me to post this ,,,, very nervous about it

White Hibiscus

words- 1,093

fandom- BSD

characters- Jouno, Tecchou

The day had begun normally enough. Tecchou sat in the back of a vehicle, idly snacking on an egg, Jouno to his right. The man was sitting as far away from him as he could, brows furrowed and lip pushed out in a way that could nearly be described as pouting, twitching with every crunch! as Tecchou took another bite. Tecchou used this as his entertainment until they arrived at their destination, the end of an old dirt road that transformed into a wide field. Both Hunting Dogs exited the vehicle, and Tecchou gave the driver a brisk nod of thanks as they began to drive off. 

Jouno had already begun to stalk off, clearly having no intentions of waiting, but Tecchou caught up with ease. He huffed at this, turning to Tecchou with an indignant look. "Why was i even paired up somebody like you? You breathe so loud, it’s messing me up.” Tecchou just shrugged. He wasn’t close to the other, but was well aware of his highly enhanced senses, and subsequent awareness at anythidng that seemed to bother them- which tecchou was a common victim of. 

Jouno just grumbled, walking faster. Tecchou looked down at the flowers they were trampling as they walked, noticing the pollen coating both of their boots, reflecting off of the dark surfaces. He had been smart enough to take allergy medicine in the morning. Jouno, however, stopped suddenly, standing straight. Tecchou froze too, waiting for whatever Jouno must have sensed to appear. But nothing did. A beat passed. Tecchou shifted forward to get a closer look at his partner, and the issue became obvious. 

Jouno’s nose was scruched up, and Tecchou watched as he gave a quick gasp- then another- and then his hands flew to his face as he pitched forward.  "hi'chiew!! hh.. hiD'sHhu..hH'CHhih!" he shook his head gentle and gave  a wet sniffle- before furrowing his brows and sniffling again. Finally, he lowered his hands, revealing a pink- tinted nose that wasn't far from matching the slightly faded red in his hair. 

Tecchou raised an eyebrow. Somehow, he'd never seen the other sneeze, or atleast not paid enough attention to realize it. Jouno sniffed again. "Stop staring at me. Have you never seen somebody sneeze?" "Not like that." He replied, kicking a stray stick out of his way. To that, Jouno gave a quiet grumble he didn’t bother to decipher. They continued to trudge through the field, stopping occasionally while Jouno let out more fittish sneezes.

 Tecchou chose to ignore this, examining the various flowers as he walked, and stopping as a small group caught his eye. He picked one up, gently, looking closer at the white and pink petals. It looked almost created in Jouno’s image, who was standing with his arms crossed, waiting impatiently for the other to finish. Tecchou could not find himself caring. He sat down, and began to munch on one of the snacks he kept in his pocket. 

The other, clearly did not appreciate this. He stomped over, giving the nature around them absolutely no thought, and pushed Tecchou roughly by the shoulders. He barely budged. Did not bother to say anything. He made no effort to listen to Jouno's complaints until they devolved into an itchy sounding cough, and looked up to find the other still standing over him, eyes streaming. 

None of this seemed to stop him from bothering tecchou, apparently, because he continued to kick and shove at him. Tecchou quickly had enough, and quickly threw Jouno down to the ground beside him, giving a quiet huff of laughter at his indignant squak in response to the jostling. 

"I can't believe you! We need to get moving, I'm not going to stay here overnight with you." Tecchou quickly tuned him out, instead looking at the bits of yellow pollen that had settled into Jouno's hair. 

The other seemed to notice it  too, if the way his features scrunched up said anything.  He watched in amusement as he lifted a gloved hand, equally covered, and scrubbed at his irritated nose, clicks of congestion audible as he worked it back and forth. This must have only worsened whatever tickle he had, because his breath caught in a quick gasp. 

“hhIH-shihht’cHhiew- i’sHHhiew! hIh.. snF!” Tecchou raised an eyebrow. "Is there something bothering you?" Jouno snapped his head to face him, angry expression destroyed by the way his nose continued to twitch, clearly not done with him. 

"This- hH'knGt'ue! This is all.. alhh'cHhiew- hiD'TCHiew! your fault.. hihh.. hH-tSCH'ue!" Jouno stuttered through the sentence, nose twitching in between each release. Tecchou just hummed as his chest rose again, and let out yet another pitchy sneeze. 

Jounos nose seemed far from satisfied, red-rimmed and wet and trembling with need, but even as he roughly pawed at it with a wrist, a rare sliver of pale skin exposed, nothing seemed to come out of his hitching breaths. 

"Are you okay? We can turn back." Tecchou did not consider himself a cruel man, but the rare opportunity to turn Jouno’s teasing back on himself couldn't be resisted, even by himself. 

"I- holdonn-t’SCh’ieww! need you to… to get your sorry ass up so we can keep moving." With that, he suddenly sits up, dislodging a stray flower petal that had been resting in his hair. Tetchou watched it float down gracefully, before making its home perched gently atop the gentle slope of jounos sensitive nose. The effect of the touch was almost instant, jouno struggling to even get his hands up to his face in time as he gasped. 

"t’CHhiew- aH’TSChi- SCHhiew! hehh.. hIH-tCHue! f-fuck.. t’SChih- t’SCHh- hiDt’SHiew!" Tears flood freely from Jouno’s red-rimmed eyes, face flushed as he panted. He gave tecchou an empty glare, looking angry and possibly embarrassed- though it may have judt been the irritated redness in his face. 

"hhIh- how are you not being affected by any of this this?!" He demanded, as if somehow accusing Jouno of placing the pollen in the field himself. 

"Antihistamine. I took one before I got here." Tecchou replied, blank-faced. It was common knowledge for the Hunting Dogs that the modifications to their bodies heightened their immune system, in turn causing all of them to have allergies. 

Jouno just huffed, caught in yet another tickle, evident by the quick "hiDt'sHhih!" Muffled into a wrist. It was tired, almost weak, but Tecchou wouldn't dare to say that. He simply stood, turned toward the slowly approaching clearing in the distance, and began to walk again, another sneeze the only confirmation Jouno was following. 

[clovesnz]

So I’ve been seeing a lot of nose appreciation posts on my dash (including my last post sort of), and it made me think of something. Even though that guy I was seeing turned out to be a spineless prick. I still had a lot of good moments with him. And one time he was lying on his bed with his head hanging over the edge so it was upside down. And I was on the floor and I went to kiss his nose. But didn’t think abt how because he was upside-down, that would put *my* nose right by *his* lips, too. So as I lean in, he has the same instinct, and we both just kissed each other’s noses at the same time 😆 it was honestly really adorable. Like we were both so surprised because we both had been going for the kiss and weren’t expecting to also receive one. And it was nice with him because he knew my thing with snz and noses and so he got why it made me all giggly after.

So uhhh anyways. Snzfucker makeout tip…nose 69ing?? Double nose kisses?? Idk what to call it but it’s cute and I’ve never seen it talked about

[vocalhitches]

last night i dreamed about one of my favorite characters sneezing and then today i came across a vanilla post about them sneezing.. i think this is a sign to start making snz content of them

[slightlyunconventional]

unlikely (in which kaz receives real concern and care from the person he’d least expect)

(a/n before we start: PLEASEE send k/az fic reqs in my asks i will love you forever if you give me requests i love writing for him (and i am Willing to try other soc/sab characters if people so desire ;0))

The sun beat down upon the battered decks of the boat, and a cool breeze roused the sails, gently rippling their stained fabric. Though the fair weather eased tensions throughout the group, everyone’s stress was still clear in their faces, especially given Inej’s condition. It was evident, too, that the promise of thirty million kruge was just about the only thing keeping most of them from throwing themselves overboard.

Wylan Van Eck stood up from his awkward wooden-crate-seat and stretched his legs. Jesper offered him a wink as he rose, before returning to his lively (one-sided) conversation with the extremely bored-looking Fjerdan. Wylan determinedly ignored the warmth that blossomed in his cheeks, instead returning his focus to his now completed map of the Ice Court. He set his pencil down on the crate and rolled up the map in his hands, casting a glance across the deck. Matthias and Jesper’s conversation appeared to be going… splendidly, and Nina was likely belowdecks tending to Inej. Kaz, however, was seated on a barrel, one knee bent and his bad leg propped on a thick coil of rope, with his cane across his lap. He was leaning on the boat’s mast, head tilted back slightly with his eyes closed - normal for anyone else, but a worrying expression of vulnerability from the Bastard of the Barrel. Despite the alarms blaring ‘certain death’ in his mind, Wylan chose to approach the dark-haired man.

He stood awkwardly in front of Kaz for a moment or two, unsure what to do, when his eyes slowly cracked open. Kaz’s dark, coffee-brown eyes met Wylan’s blue ones, which quickly averted themselves upon the boss’ half-lidded glare.

“Um. Sorry to, uh, disturb you,” Wylan stammered, “I finished the map.”

Kaz sat up wordlessly, wincing at the strain on his leg. He cleared his throat, frowned, then cleared it again. Wylan handed him the rolled-up paper, regarding him warily as he spread it out on the table with gloved hands. The burgundy sheen of Oomen’s blood was still just barely visible on the fingers of the left hand. Wylan had to suppress a shudder just thinking about Kaz wrenching that man’s eyeball from its socket.

“This is impressive,” Kaz said. Wylan couldn’t help but note the slight dulled quality of Kaz’s consonants. He was also unable to ignore the soft sniffle that punctuated his words.

“Oh. Thank you. I hope it’s good enough to, you know, plan, I guess? I just went off Matthias’ description so I hope it’s accurate enou-”

“GNKkt!”

Wylan’s self-critical rambling was cut off by Kaz crushing a sharp sneeze between tightly-pinched, leather-clad fingers.

“...bless you,” he tried. Kaz ignored him, gloved hand scrubbing roughly the underside of his nose, which was, notably, rather pink. He leaned forward, as though he was inspecting the map more closely, but even Wylan could tell he was trying to hide the faint flush of his cheeks and nose.

“That moat. Is that water or i- hHNGKT! Fuck.”

Kaz was cut off by a second strangled sneeze. They seemed to sneak up on him, come with no warning. Ironic - the only thing able to get the drop on him and it was himself. Wylan couldn’t hide his concern.

“Are you alright?” he asked, rather tentatively.

“Yes, fine. Water or ice? The moat.” Kaz said shortly, congestion now obvious in his voice.

“Uh, ice. But not particularly thick. You couldn’t walk it.”

Kaz opened his mouth to reply, but instead simply ducked forward with a heavy, “ahH’KkSHUHh!”

Wylan winced at the sound, debating offering the dark-haired man a tissue. He decided against it, not particularly fancying a smack to the jaw. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsure what to say. Not once had he prepared for let alone even anticipated a situation like this when involved with Kaz Brekker. He settled for another “Bless you”, regretting it when Kaz shot him a sharp look.

-

This needs to stop, Kaz thought, frustrated. The feeling of being sick was suffocating to him. He felt weak, tired, stuffy, and Saints, cold. He felt so cold. He was sure it hadn’t gone unnoticed the fact that he was still wearing his thick, wool coat despite the summer warmth, but it was the only thing concealing his pathetic shivers. All Kaz craved was sleep, though any attempt at rest was met with fitful, feverish nightmares, his cold-ridden brain transporting him back to the docks every time he managed to doze off. What irritated him most, though, was the relentless sneezing. They would just barrel through him with no warning - it was all he could do to crush them into strangled stifles, despite the stars they’d send rocketing through his head.

He felt Wylan staring at him. I understand I have just sneezed my brains out of my face in front of you, but you do not need to gawk, he thought in annoyance. He didn’t have the energy to do anything else.

“Don’t look at me like you’ve never seen a man sneeze before,” Kaz said bitterly, “I suggest you quit ogling before I chuck this map overboard and have you draw a new one.” Too mean, he thought with an unfamiliar pang of regret.

Wylan’s eyes widened. “Sorry,” he said with a swallow. Kaz sighed. Big mistake. The exhale of air caused his chest to rack up a series of deep, heavy coughs. He directed the unwelcome fit into one coat-covered forearm, shaking with the force of each expulsion. The cherry on top of a perfect coughing-fit was the grating sneeze that followed it, tearing up through his throat and sinuses, igniting a hellish burn that felt like it would consume him whole. When he was finally finished, his throat felt raw, tired, tender like a fresh wound. Kaz slumped back against the boat’s wide mast. He felt like he could cry.

Wylan was worrying at his lower lip, hands wringing in his lap. Kaz glanced at him through an exhausted haze.

“Are you… sure you’re okay? That really sounded awful…”

Kaz said nothing. He knew any attempt at speaking would result in nothing but a few mangled croaks that maybe could vaguely be interpreted as words, but in what language, he didn’t know.

Wylan stood up. “Should I get you some water? I’ll get you some water.”

As soon as Wylan had turned and disappeared belowdecks, Kaz’s nose decided it was the perfect time to throw out two sharp sneezes, which were only just caught by his sleeve.

“aH’TSHuh! huH’KKSHHh!”

The soft fabric of his coat felt comforting on the chapped rims of Kaz’s nostrils, though his throat still set alight with each explosion. The urge to burst into tears and break in a million pieces grew in his mind as he rubbed at his reddened nose.

Wylan’s return shook him out of his brief misery. The golden-haired man set a mug of water down on the crate that served as a table, and also a box of soft, white tissues.

“I asked Nina for those,” he said, gesturing to the box, “I thought you’d probably need them.”

Kaz’s chest rose slightly in panic. “You didn’t-”

“No, I didn’t tell her. I said it was for a spilled drink on the deck. She doesn’t know, nor does Inej,” Wylan reassured before Kaz could even finish his question.

There was a silence, one almost palpable, between the two, until Kaz’s weak voice broke it with a quiet, “Thank you.” Saints, I’m going soft, he thought.

Wylan rocked on his heels once, smiling. “That’s alright. Uh, if there’s anything else you need… or want, then, I’m here. I can get you a bed? Or a warmer drink? My mother had some home remedies she used to fix for me-”

“Don’t push it, Merchling.” Kaz cut in.

“Right. Sorry.”

[kushamiqueen]

Uhhhhhhh it's probably because it's that time of the month but,,,,,,

Should I download bumble again? Should I just... talk to men???

[sunsetsnz]

copying up and slightly editing an old coldfic thing >:)

[fuckin-sick-bih]

shhhh i'm rambling about my oc Hale sick and struggling below

okay listen. i'm autistic and the way i experience the world is very 6 senses focused i guess? but last night it was that sweet kind of bitter cold again where scents travel differently and blah blah molecules and cold air etc ANYWAY it gets me in such a Hale Mood cause his poor nose is so sensitive, but i have exactly 0 energy to write rn and it's KILLING ME

i just want my boy. bundled, freezing his tail off, sneezing desperately into some mittens as he tries to go about his day. poor thing gets exhausted trudging through the deep snow to go start his sled to get to town because he's NOT walking today. too tired. then the freezing cold air smacking him in the face as he rides into town making his nose run and him snuffling like crazy as he wanders a couple aisles.

every local who passes gives him a scowl, not just because he's the Head's failure son, but because he's inadvertently spreading germs while out and about this sick. but he needs groceries damn it and didn't think to call someone to go get them for him. besides... who would? he's only got a handful of friends and most aren't willing to help him like this.

so he snuffles, sucks up his self pity, and goes to check out. even just trying to pay is a mess. the cashier standing impatiently, waiting for him to pay, as he launches into another unfortunately mess producing fit. as a last minute thought, he grabs a travel pack of tissues, scans them himself, and rips them open to use one.

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Update 2: the germaphobia didn't win bc he sneezed so hard he cried kinda and I can't not hug the people I like when there's tears so that's where we're at now lmao I'm literally so fucked but at least I'm not doing anything the next week 😭 checked him over since caution has been thrown to the wind, dude for sure has the flu but I'm hoping I can dodge it bc I got vaccinated so fingers crossed there. Ran out of tissues, so he's resorted to napkins and his jacket which isn't nearly as hot irl as it is in fic, but this is what it's come to 😔 also he's gone through three more masks and I'm lowkey scared he's gonna run out of those too 😭😭

[stormyweaver]

Ngl, I was pretty depressed after seeing that a few people I interacted with in the past blocked me after… whatever reason lmao. Then I had to realize - everyone’s entitled to whatever kinda space they wanna curate on here. Me just as much as anyone else. It still kinda stings but, I’m gonna try and move past it and do what’s best for me. The people who I vibe with will stick around.

[waterfallofspace]

A sick/snz thought currently nesting in my brain: Someone usually pretty sensitive being sick, and because of the fever, they’re even more sensitive than normal, in more ways than one.  Cue their lover/partner pressing kisses down their neck/collarbones, eliciting gasps as it sends chills down their back. Maybe they lightly bite at certain points, a moan escaping through their lovers chapped lips.  But more than that, because of the haze in their brain, they have less control over reactions, so chills, gasps, and sneezes, all slip out easier.  Leading to their lover planting kisses up their jawline, smiling against the flushed skin at the purring they get in response, then planting light kisses down the bridge of their nose, leading to a fit of ticklish, unrestrained sneezes. 

[clovesnz]

Is it weird to struggle not to say “I love you” to someone you’ve only been seeing a couple of weeks?

I was just, so used to saying it casually, to my ex, since that was a long-term relationship, that now it’s just part of my affection vocabulary 😂

[slightlyunconventional]

wrong until you make it right (kb's (@softsnzstuff ) santa fic)

i wrote for @panpremie06 ! i'm your secret santa!

here's a little w/andan/at fic for u! i hope you enjoy <3

(title is from "everything will be alright" by the killers)

Rain hammering hard on her back, Natasha slouched into her home, soaked to the bone.

She had been called out on (extremely) short-notice for a mission, and had had the misfortune of meeting a particularly heavy shower of rain on her way back.

Sighing, she pushed open the door and exhaustedly kicked off her boots.

"Nat? Is that you?" a voiced called from the next room.

A feeling of warm relief swelled inside Natasha upon hearing Wanda's voice.

"Hey, love, I'm home," she replied, making her way to the living room.

Wanda was curled up on the sofa, a thick novel in one hand and a mug of steaming tea in the other. Her perfect, shiny auburn hair was a stark contrast to Natasha's dripping red locks. The room was warm, too, lit cosily with the dim glow of candles and the twinkling Christmas tree lights.

The sudden change in temperature ignited a prickling within Natasha's nose. She tipped forward with an impressive volley of sneezes.

"ahH'tSHUH! hUH'TSCH! uh-huHh'tTCHUH!"

Natasha righted herself, sniffling, and sighed again.

"Oh, honey..." Wanda cooed, standing up, "Rain took you by surprise, huh?"

Natasha nodded pitifully. Wanda set down her book and approached her, sympathy and worry in her red-brown eyes. She handed Natasha her tea, saying,

"I think you ought to have this, then. It seems as though you need it more than me."

She smiled sympathetically as Natasha took the mug, cradling it's warmth between her frigid fingers. Steam wafted up from it, warming her face.

"huh'iSSHU! Oh, god, sorry."

Natasha grimaced slightly as she sneezed into her soaked elbow.

"It's okay, hon. Let's get you upstairs and into some warm clothes."

Wanda held out her hand to Natasha. Seeing her girlfriend's glowing smile made Natasha feel slightly better.

Wanda helped Natasha up the stairs, pausing halfway up for a shaky, stifled set of sneezes. Once they reached the bedroom, Wanda sat Natasha down on their bed and began browsing the wardrobe for some warm clothes. She produced a thick cable knit sweater and a pair of pale grey leggings and handed it to Natasha.

She stood up from the bed, setting the mug of tea carefully on their bedside table and let Wanda help her peel off her rain-soaked combat gear.

As the sweater was being gently pulled over her arms, Natasha felt her breath catch with an incessant tickle in her nose.

"Wands, I'm gonna-"

She took a sharp breath in, unable to help herself, and folded on herself with a harsh;

"ahHH'TSHIUHh! Huhh.."

Wanda smiled gently as Natasha opened her mouth to apologise.

"Bless you, honey. Don't apologise, it's okay."

Her smooth, homely voice warmed Natasha's chilled bones.

-

After a while, Natasha's hair was towelled dry and she was comfortable in warm clothes. She and Wanda sat close together on their plush couch, layered with a blanket, legs entwined to share their warmth.

Natasha's head dipped for what seemed like the twentieth sneeze in two hours.

"huh.. huhH'KTSHUHh! Ugh, sorry, love," she mumbled, sniffling into her sleeve.

"That's okay," Wanda replied with a smile. She leaned forward and pressed a gentle hand onto Natasha's forehead, feeling her temperature.

"Oh, honey. You're feeling quite warm," she murmured with a touch of worry, "I think that rain's given you a cold, and a nastu one at that."

"God, I don't need a cold right now." Natasha groaned, screwing her eyes shut in frustration.

Wanda tilted her head and smiled sympathetically, and pulled Natasha closer to her.

"I'll be here to warm that cold," she smiled, "don't worry, Nat, honey."

"Th- hihh... huh'tSCHIEW! Thanks, love."

[glitterrosesnzz]

oh right w/anderer s/imulanka snz stuff-

well mainly i just think its a very fun opportunity for caretaking first and foremost. something about the W/anderer having to deal with N/avia, N/ilou, K/irara, AND the T/raveler all being concerned about him all at once is just. well on the one hand- angst since W/anderer has not really had much caretaking in a while, on the other hand absolute hilarity of them trying to wrangle W/anderer into letting himself be cared for-

this is mainly in the case of W/anderer being "sick" though- which, i've been imagining, it'd be so fun if some of Mini D/urin's hallucinatory fog breath stuff got like... stuck in the W/anderer's system. y'know like the swirl reaction thing i use in my fics and hcs- so like, W/anderer's anemo vision isn't working quite right, he might be getting a little bit of a fever (due to it making his puppet systems have to work harder to run properly), in-animate things he touches in the S/imulanka world might start turning into blocks, and if he actually lets a sneeze out, he will breathe out the hallucinatory fog- except this time it's his memories, not Mini D/urin's.

we COULD also consider an allergy scenario in here too. i think it'd be especially funny if we added in the T/raveler not really knowing what an allergen is as well- like they've learned flowers can set it off at this point but not much beyond that. it'd be hysterical really if W/anderer was allergic to something in the S/imulanka world and everyone was like throwing out random suggestions of what it could be and T/raveler was just standing there like "???? i thought only flowers did that...." (it's ends up not being so much an allergy- as much as it is W/anderer being the only one who can smell the ink on the forest creatures/the ink that they drink, and he's sensitive to it. it doesn't help that N/ilou in particular smells very strongly of it. ...He's also the only one who can drink it and will do so despite this + the others warning him off of it).

oh AND!!! photic reflex thought- Mini D/urin wanting to like mess around with the W/anderer's hat, and after a few close calls where it almost falls off the W/anderer makes a sort of disgruntled noise and gives it to him- and then immediately moves to hide in the shade of N/avia's umbrella (parasol) before the sunlight can even touch his eyes. (T/raveler makes a joke about him being a vampire that no-one else gets (does the concept of vampires exist in T/eyvat...)). anyways the way he's kinda staying so close to N/avia is drawing a TON of suspicion- at some point she moves when he's not expecting it, he gets sunlight in his eyes, and immediately has a little fit of sneezes- N/avia pauses for a moment at the sight and then shifts to hold her umbrella above him so that he's in the shade again-

[whumpusgumpus]

GUYS!!! Formally meet my DND OC Konr/ad. featuring SNZCANONS🌸 I played him in my group’s previous campaign and am still playing him, but this is specifically abt his previous self cus he’s a lot diff now:)

🛡️Here r some basics before I get to the snz stuff

Mercenary fighter (battle master)

Lawful neutral

Human

Gender: male (he/him) Age: 26 Wt.:230lbs Ht: 6’

Stats: lvl5: Strength(20)>Dexterity>Wisdom>Charisma>Intelligence>Constitution(9)

Konr/ad's earliest memories are of relentless training in his mother’s yard, driven by Odilia's harsh determination to mold him into a strong and capable individual. Despite his frail health and constant exhaustion, Konr/ad endured grueling physical labor and rigorous training, pushing himself beyond his limits to meet her expectations. As Odilia's fortunes improved, she sought to provide Konr/ad with a better life, enrolling him in an academy where he struggled to fit in among the wealthy students. After being expelled for defending a friend, Konr/ad continued his physical training and took on work to support himself and his ailing mother. Following Odilia's sudden death, Konr/ad's grief led him to alcoholism and bar fights, where his formidable strength caught the attention of the Wings of Resolve mercenary guild. Joining the guild, Konr/ad quickly became a standout member, his incredible strength and resilience making him a key asset, though he remained unaware of the extent of his abilities and was often exploited by the guild leaders for their own gain. In this campaign, Konr/ad and a group of adventurers like himself fight a bloody war in the Feywild against impossible aberrants and save mankind, barely escaping with their lives.

Kk so now for the snz canons 😏

🛡️He’s immunocompromised, so he gets sick a LOT and gets hit HARD. When sick his sneezes sound more desperate, usually causing him to gasp before each one

🛡️He usually sneezes in singles because he gets a lot of fits. So they’re not actually singles, they’re just spaced out lol. When not having a fit it’s either singles or doubles.

🛡️His sneezes are surprisingly soft. It irritates him because no sneeze is truly satisfying.

🛡️His buildups look like this: he kinda just stares off into space with his lips slightly parted, then gasps.

🛡️His sneezes usually make no mess, and he covers with his fist. His buildups give him enough time to cover.

🛡️His eyes are bright teal so they’re sensitive, so the light definitely sets him off.

🛡️On a bad allergy day or when he’s sick he knows the mess is coming so he carries and handkerchief.

🛡️He has a very sensitive nose, especially cus it’s broken. He always has tho. Just rubbing his nostril the wrong way can cause him to sneeze or hitch.

🛡️He has mean seasonal allergies and sneezes so much sometimes to the point he gets comments on it. Ex. “You’re running out of bless yous”, “are you still going?” Etc.

🛡️He has fits almost every early morning in the spring, and scattered throughout the days during other seasons.

K that’s a lot super sorry but thank u for reading and I hope y’all enjoyed :)