#snz stuff

[sneezydarliing]

2024 snzblr Valentines

Hi!! I got some interest about this on here and discord, so I went ahead and made the form. Please fill it out by 2/5, as it will close after that date. Once the date passes, I'll have matches out by the 7th.

The date for posting will be February 25th - March 5th. If needed, I can give out extensions when it gets closer!! I'll give out some more details with matches :)

[tiisshu]

Dear morning sneezes,

Could you at least wait until I'm fully conscious?

With peace & love,

Me.

[nosegoesuhoh]

i have a question for you all that may be stupid but im interested..

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Hi there, I’d like to ask about having a kink side blog and a vanilla main blog if that’s alright with you. How has that experience been for you? Besides putting a disclaimer about being a side blog in your header, is there any other advice you’d give?

I’ve been thinking about making a side blog for awhile and just worried about being blocked by my fav snz blogs. (I’m also worried about accidentally reblogging kink content to my main blog LOL but I guess that’s just something I’ll have to be careful about).

Thanks!

It's been fine for me. If I'm like extra worried about it then I'll just awkwardly dm someone and ask if it's fine for me to follow from my main and tell them what the name is lmao but generally I haven't had any problems. And yeah definitely double check which blog you're posting stuff to bc I've made the mistake a couple times and I was just lucky I noticed immediately and corrected it before anyone noticed 😅 but yeah it hasn't been a problem for me so I imagine it'll be the same for you

[vibing-lizard-nose]

I love depictions of someone realizing they have a bit of temperature:

"I think you have a fever" - from someone else to the sickie. or... "I feel too warm" - from the sickie to another person.

But can we talk about all the other symptoms of someone developing a fever? Those little details make the reading experience so much better. It makes you feel pity for the poor sickie.

I'd love to see more of these golden nuggets:

Glossy eyes/eyes tearing up involuntarily.

Feeling heavy and sluggish all day/struggling with body weakness.

Eyes stinging from the heat, causing them to rub them.

Being told they look restless/tired more than once.

Flushed face AND ears, shoulders and neck are great too.

REDDEN LIPS! have you ever seen a cold person istg-

Dazed / distracted look, like they're thinking all the time.

Little groans / whimpers when moving because it hurts.

Eyes tearing up NOT involuntarily, they feel really bad.

Saying they don't feel hungry/thirsty but downing water like crazy.

Tender throats when drinking cold things, makes them wince.

Given the last two points, choking on water. Classic.

Slow reflexes, they are more clumsy than usual. Swaying on feet.

Stuffed-up headaches, lightheaded and/or having dizziness spells.

Passing out momentarily/knocked out cold. Womp Womp/aff.

Body sore and achy, from fever and constantly banging on stuff.

Nausea from the dizziness, it may or may not end of throwing up.

Tummy aches related to the cause of the fever! Those are good.

Seeking warmth because they feel "cold". They're burning up.

Additionally, someone notices how hot they are. "You're cold???"

Having fever dreams before/after noticing the fever. Daww...

And my personal favorite...

They try to carry on their activities as usual with two extra layers of clothes on them, and feeling off but blaming it on anything other than being sick, then feeling like absolute shit after they realize they are running a fever and, probably, are very sick too.

What's your favorite telltale symptoms from someone with fever?

[valssecretshit]

Baby Blue shivered and heaved miserably as her cold filled her nose with a party she’d never soon forget. Like firecrackers, the tickle persisted and SHOVED sneezes out of her quicker than she could even look at the clock or call for someone’s help. That only someone would be Silco, no less. Of course there wasn’t a word she could yell loud enough without scraping her whole throat. Her nose felt like a BOMB, and as it finally exploded with two shrieking “wwuh- aAATCHHHUUh! hHAATTSHHIEewh!!”s, the shimmer eyed man’s shoes clapped against the metal floor and approached her colorful warm bed, blessing her eyes with the long awaited sight of tissues and a cold cloth for her aching blue head. despite her face dripping, ropes dangling, sticking to her lips and blanket, she smiled and begged for a warm safe hug so she could catch her breath and finally feel better.

how do y’all like my writing hehe

[his-tamine]

Read this like: "This #snzfic post is going to make you feel things... 😏" *leans closer* "Sneezy things... 😈"

Thanks tumblr, I know

[clovesnz]

I just feel like sneezing is such a sweet kink, cause it’s like each sneeze is this lil gift that’ll make a snzfuckers insides light up. I can’t stop imagining being on top of a sweet, flustered snzfucker and just watching them be so completely engulfed in anticipation, their eyes twinkling with excitement, as they wait for me to sneeze again. I just really love the ��again, do it again” aspect of it. Like how it’s quantifiable, it’s something that can build. It’s like little bolts of electricity and you just want another zap. Or a magic spell or something, like there’s been occasions where someone sneezing sent more physical sensation to my body than I’ve felt being touched

[sneezydarliing]

Close Quarters (Gen/Shin, CynoNari)

Hi um. Me after posting late to my own event. nyways this is for @hachiibun !!!!! thank you So much for your patience i hope you like this. I tried to go insp from some art you've posted so i hope its to ur liking!!!!

Cyno was familiar with Tighnari’s nose. Sensitive and easily set off, it wasn’t uncommon to witness one of his fits if you spent a day with him. His ears would twitch and flick, tail swishing with agitation, nose scrunched up against a wrist until he finally succumbed. His awareness is what led to the sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched the other. 

The two were cramped together in a small inlet, waiting for the moment to strike against a large group of enemies. They crouched side-by-side, shoulders pressed together. Cyno quietly observed, watching the furrow in Tighnari's brows, the flick of his tail, watching him scrub a gloved hand against his nose. The two locked eyes, Tighnari’s eyes red-rimmed and watery with unshed allergic tears. He worried his bottom lip against his teeth, sending a message they both knew. Tighnari needed to sneeze, and there was very little he could do to stop it.  

The specks of pollen coating every surface was the clear culprit. While neither of them were allergic, it was nearly impossible to not feel itchy with the sheer amount of it. Even Cyno, prideful of his own control, had to resist the urge to rub his irritated eyes. Tighnari, however, was fighting a losing battle. He aggressively pawed at his nose, leaving it red and angry looking. They both knew his sneezes could never go unnoticed- Tighnari’s fits were pitchy and desperate, demanding attention whether he wanted it or not. 

Cyno adjusts, freeing a hand, prepared to help if needed. Sure enough, Tighnari’s slow, controlled breath snagged, entering a desperate cresendo as he fought against the itch, battle quickly lost. Cyno watches as he crushes the release against his glove, knowing the control will not last. Tighnari’s nose is never satisfied with just one, and a wet sniffle and the crinkle in his nose confirms his theory. He gives cyno a watery look, warning him of what he already knows.

He slowly manevours around so that he's facing tighnari, ignoring his quiet hiss of “what are you doing?!” then, he brings up his hands, gently presses tighnari against his body, and locks eyes with him. Tighnari  nods, breath already stuttering. Cyno can almost feel the tickle, watching his nose wrinkle as he brings up another glove to scrub at it. His breath takes on an almost desperate whine, and he buries himself into Cyno’s shoulder

As it came to a peak, Cynos hands wrapped around hjs head, pressing him further into him. The fabric against his nose set him over the edge, as he tries desperately to silence the much-needed release. 

“h’NGT! h-N’’gXT-h’NdT’iew-! hhI- hN’GT-hH’NDGT-ieww!” Tighnari panted against the rapid releases, and Cyno felt a dampness in his shoulder. “Done?” he whispered, knowing Tighnari’s sensitive ears would pick it up. Tighnari lets out another whine-like breath, hitching and stuttering. “I don’Hht-! Don’t know how many more I.. nGHT-! snF! Can hold back..” he mutters, congestion clear in his voice. 

Cyno presses his hands against the back of Tighnari’s head and presses him further against him. “Let them out. It’ll be okay.” 

Tighnari opens his mouth to object, but with his loss of focus, the need for release overcomes him. He buries himself in the crook of Cyno’s neck, each sneeze more desperate and itchy sounding than the last. 

“hIH-iSHhiew-iShh-i’tSCh’iew-! hAh.. hiDT’sCHh’u! a’TSCHh-sCHh’ieww-! n’GTCh-! iSCHh’u!” Tighnari gasps for breath against Cyno as he watches their targets warily pack up their camp and leave, made nervous by the sudden activity. He releases a deep breath, but there’s no use in being angry. It was an unavoidable outcome. He releases his grip on his companion, trying to plan a next move as he listens to Tighnari’s wet sniffles as he attempts to clean himself up. 

“I’m sorry, Cyno.” He says after a few moments, voice thick and raspy from strain. Cyno shakes his head in response. “It was bound to happen. I’m sure they’ll return.” He stands, dusting the dirt from his clothes, and offers a hand to Tighnari, who takes it after another itchy sneeze aimed into his shoulder. “You need to go home and wash the pollen off.” 

[his-tamine]

i love having moots with all kinds of different kinks, because every now and again a post will come down my fyp that says something like "I wanna paint myself orange and be your little traffic cone" and I'm like yk what hell yeah. you go girl 👍🏽

[kawaii-kushami]

having one of those mid-20s moments where you're like well damn. im really not a teenager anymore i dont hate myself anymore actually. like its insane

sorry i gotta ramble but this feels too silly to post anywhere else

[sickosdotjpg]

[ocs] crow is a shameless thief of boyfriend sweaters (even if black is usually more their colour) and frequent catcher of colds. phoenix is besotted.

(don't reblog to non-kink blogs pls!)

[vibing-lizard-nose]

"You're allergic to that?"

So I have this scenario in mind: TW allergies, a bit of mess.

Character A comes from a family of metalworkers, their whole family has worked on a blacksmith making iron tools for decades. A is the youngest of their family and moves out to study/work on the city, away from home.

Some days later, they meet Character B who, much to their surprise, come from a line of carpenters. A moves in with B because they both go to the same college/workplace and living together is convenient.

There's one catch though: B does their wood related projects on their shared living room. A doesn't particularly mind this as they're used to the noise of electric tools going on and off all the time.

But as time goes by, A realized there's something off about this place. Ever since he moved in with B, they've been feeling weird.

The first sign was the weird pain in their ears, almost as if they were blocked and pulsing. They thought it was a tooth cavity, but upon coming back from a check-up they were sure that was not the reason.

Then the pain migrated to their face, and they found themselves congested beyond explanation. Might be a cold, moving from one place to another makes travelers sick as far as they know. But weeks go by, and there was no fever or another symptom that suggested the presence of a viral infection.

Except… the sneezing. They had never in their life experienced something like this. In a small town with only their family around, they had only ever seen people get like this when they got sick. But they knew there were more hints of a cold than just sneezes and sniffles, specially if they were the ones that made the person lay in bed for weeks.

But this was different.

And only then did they realized something else.

The day that everything stopped. The uncomfortable feeling on their ears and face, the unceasing drippy nose, the congestion. Everything stop almost too quickly. They might've gotten used to it by now.

Up until this point, they wasn't been a word about it with B. When they manage to have a bit of a chat one day during B's day off, B brings up the fact that they had finish working on those wooden crockery. The client had been very specific about the wood kind and shape of the cups. But at least it was over and they could rest. A congratulated B for finishing.

Although, internally, they had the brief thought that maybe this had something to do with the weird ordeal they had been dealing with, but they quickly brushed the idea off.

It wasn't too long until this idea sparked in them again after they woke up one morning, feeling worse than they had ever felt, the electric chainsaw a faint rattle in the living room.

Now this had to be some sort of wicked prank someone has playing on them, they didn't have a single week of freedom for this curse and the bloody thing came back? Unbelievable.

A decides is time to ask B about this. Maybe there was something in the apartment ventilation that was not functioning correctly. Or maybe they had some sort of pest that was going around spreading gems and gross stuff. They weren't sure but they knew B must knew a thing or two about the house.

As soon as they open the door of their room and step out to head into the living room, a scent flooded the air.

Wow. A was not away that carpenters had to use chemicals THIS strong, it was only wood for someone's sake! Unbelievable.

A aproches B and this hints B to turn off their tools, take off their mask and face their housemate for whatever inquiry they had.

A takes a breath, ready to unravel the secret of their mysterious problem to the only person that might give them an answer. It takes just one breath for chaos to break out.

The familiar tickle of a sneeze overwhelmed them, but instead of feeling like a small mouse softly trailing around, It felt like a stampede of elephants running eagerly to escape out of their nose. One sharp hitching breath later and a loud, obnoxious, desperate sneeze rushed out of them like it had been waiting to be let free for ages. It took them their last bit of control to turn their head as to not spray snot all over their companion.

This was ridiculous. THEY were specially ridiculous. And if they weren't, they sure looked like it.

They tries to say something, to apologize for their lack of manners when another sneeze, equally scandalous, came out like trying to catch up with the first one. Then followed another one, and another one. Soon it looked like they had only came to sneeze in front of their housemate who, needless to say, was slightly confused by what was happening.

A was running out of air. Oh shit. But every little breath they took in, it came right off with double the force. This was an unstoppable cycle of gasping and sneezing, and they were growing more worried about it not ending with every passing sneezes.

Finally, after witnessing enough, B takes A by the shoulders and guides them towards the kitchen. They help A by turning on the water on the sink and pressing on their back, a sign for them to bend and rinse their nose and face.

That was instant relief. Not that they hadn't tried this before, showers tended to ease whatever was bugging them. But in this particular moment and very particular situation, it felt like heaven for a second. After a few minutes, they had regained enough strength and air to straighten and grab the towel that B was offering them to dry their face off.

"Well, that was something." B started, arms crossed and a look of their face that was a mix of concern and a bit of a smirk. "I got worried when you reached the 20th one, thought you would faint or worse."

"You were counting?" Said A, baffled. "You're a bit of an ass."

"What? I needed to make sure you were actually dying or something, and not having really bad seasonal allergies." Argued B, rolling their eyes. "Coffins are hard to make and you don't get a free one just for living with me." There's a hint of sarcasm to the way B said that, and this made A stare at him for a moment.

"I don't have allergies-" Said A, sounding very much congested. They winced at the quality of their own voice and sniffled. "At least, not that I can think of."

Unbelievable, thought B. They looked A up and down, and went back up to scan their face. B took a moment to specially take in the red-rimmed, puffy eyes and the flush on their face that seemed to concentrate the most on the tip of their dripping nose.

B raised an eyebrow at A, like pointing out something obvious. "Are you sure about that?" came out in a more condescending way than they had wanted to, but really now. This was all too silly to be true.

"I've lived near forests my whole life and never have I ever felt like this!" A protested. "I never showed any sign of allergies or anything when I was a kid, I can't have any now." They looked too sure of themselves.

"You do realize that you can develop allergies later in life?" Explained B. "And you don't have to live in the forest to know if you have any allergies, you go to the doctor for tests. That's how it works." And B didn't want to brag about knowing basic biology knowledge, but this really felt like teaching a caveman complex calculus.

A remained silent for a moment, processing what had just been giving to them like a slow-running computer.

Eventually they looked up. "But what would I be allergic to? Any kind of metal? Can't be. Worked with those my whole life." They looked more confused now.

B hummed, a naughty idea forming in their head. "Since when have you been like this?" They said, rubbing a hand under their chin.

"Since I moved in." Said A, looking like they probably should've said this earlier. "Oh- but it stopped like a week ago, a bit less probably." They interrupted their own silence. "And I woke up feeling like shit again this morning, that's what- uh... what I wanted to tell you before."

B hummed a bit longer, although they were not thinking anything this time, they were just considering if they could get away with their idea without getting beaten up. "I think I know what it is." They said, smugly, then took out one of their dirty woodwork cloths out of their pocket.

Before A could even ask what were they doing, B shook the cloth right in front of A's face.

The reaction was immediate.

A loud gasp just like before, and a big, rattly sneeze surged out of them. Then followed another one, and another one. It looked like there was a fourth on the way and was getting stuck. Being a bit of a bastard, B delicately swiped the cloth under A's nose. A's nostrils grew wide as their eyes shut and one last powerful sneezes finally came out.

As pathetic as this seemed, B seemed to be enjoying this all too much. They helped A to do the water rinse again, just like the last time. Afterwards, they seemed a bit more relaxed about the whole situation and giggled.

"I think it's the pine sawdust." Said B, handing B a tissue when their nose started to act up again.

"But I've been out when pines bloom and that has never done something nearly as bad as this." Remembered A. "Sure it does tickle a little, but- it's pollen. Everyone feels like that around it."

"Oh I should know, I'm allergic to it." Said B confidently like it was something to brag about. "But not everyone is affected by just the pollen." And with that, B takes a small 10-unit blister pack of allergy medication and hands it to A.

"You're allergic to that?" A scoffed, before lowering their eyes to inspect what they had been handed.

"It's perfectly possible to have little to no reaction to pine pollen, but having a disaster with the sawdust. It comes from the wood, it worked a little different." Said B, kindly. The shift on behavior seemed a little weird to A, but nevertheless sweet. Maybe this was something someone else had told them when they discovered they had allergies.

"well... thanks." A looked at the blister pack, motionless. They stared at it like it was going to bite them. "And thanks for the help. I had no idea about these things, y'know?" A hint of a smile, but they were clearly embarrassed.

"No biggie, it's all cool." Said B, ready to open the kitchen door back again. "I think I'll stop the work on that table for today, that little brat of a customer can wait an extra day." This brought a smile to A's face, and their smile brought an even bigger one to B's face. "Do try to get a mask when you're around the house though, and go get your allergies checked by a doctor when you can." Said B, finally putting their mask back to leave the kitchen, closing the door behind them.

There A sat, on a kitchen chair. Only thinking how could such a messy and unpredictable thing as a weird allergy could bring someone you had barely talked with to form a kind of bond with you. It did felt nice though, now thinking about that too. To feel taken care of an not just another one of the dozen on siblings on a house. It felt special and unique to have this kind of attention.

And to think all it took was a bit of sawdust and a sneeze.

[hachiibun]

Thank you, Anon! I hope to continue making art for you to love 💖 I've been having a crisis of confidence lately, worrying about people not really wanting to talk to me, so all the positivity and your ask came at a really good time 💕 I really appreciate all of it

So to make it special, I decided it's long overdue to have Quinn sneeze! He seems to be enjoying himself — hopefully you enjoy him too~! Maybe I'll do some interactive stuff with him soon...

If you like my drawings, and are willing and able to do so, please consider commissioning me, pledging to my Patreon, or donating through ko-fi ☕! You're not obliged to, but every bit helps to keep me living decently and I really do appreciate it!

❗ PLEASE NO REBLOGGING TO NON-KINK BLOGS ❗

[hockeynoses]

a spraying snz followed by an innocent, "oh no, did I get you?"

an absurd question to ask when it's glaringly obvious that the answer is a resounding yes.

[nostrildamus]

snz thought of the night: a person in a large, echo-y room letting out small, relatively quiet sneeze that somehow thanks to the acoustics in the room sounds like the loudest thing in the world and can be heard by everyone