#snzblr

[snzcaretaker]

Characters being forced to describe their symptoms.

Maybe they're talking to a doctor, or a concerned caretaker. Maybe they have to describe what's happening over text, because the person isn't with them. Either way, stating the simple facts makes them feel so vulnerable. "I'm congested." "My glands are swollen." "I have a headache." "My chest hurts." "I'm sneezing a lot." "I think I have a fever." No matter how matter-of-fact they try to be, they end up feeling a bit pathetic. Maybe they blush. They fight not to stutter or let their voice waver. Talking about how much they've had to sneeze lately makes their nose start itching again. Maybe they get frustrated and don't want to talk about it - "I said I had a cold, now leave me alone! Everybody knows what that means."

If they're talking to a clinician, the response is probably matter-of-fact too - there's no human comfort there, and it makes them feel even more self-conscious. ...Or maybe they're surprised and overwhelmed by the kindness of the response.

[snzyspencer]

[his-tamine]

love when guys make wav vids from the waist down or with their waist visible,, and you can see them gradually get hard while sneezing.

+ bonus points when they reach down to "adjust" a little + bonus points when it gets misted by some of spray

[wickedsniffles]

Domestic Bliss

Summary: A bit of morning sex during allergy season. Wade has the kink. Logan has the allergies ❤️ (This got SO out of control but holy moly was it fun to write)

Pairing: Wade Wilson aka Deadpool x Logan Howlett aka Wolverine

Rating: Explicit

Tags: established relationship, oral sex, handjobs, snz, kink!Wade, praise kink, pet names, fluff

Word Count: 1.2K

Wade's situated between Logan's legs, on his stomach, in the warm nest of their bed. He's sucking his cock in an almost dreamlike state, only half focused on the task at hand (in mouth). As nice as it is to get his partner off, as much as he loves to do it…it's getting harder and harder to ignore his own arousal. 

It's all because of the look on Logan's face. Flushed pink and worrying at his lip, Logan is the fucking picture of sexual pleasure. His pretty hazel eyes laser focused on Wade, breathing heavy as he fights not to arch up into his mouth. 

One hand sits on top of Wade's head, fingernails digging into his scalp gently. The other stays at his side, wandering up to his face every once in a while to scrub at his nose. The nose that is much darker shade of pink than his face, itchy and irritated, only drawing attention to the handsome shape and strong outline. 

Wait, what? 

Yeah, you read that right. Wade's unashamedly sucking cock and getting off to how Logan looks like he's trying hard to stay in the moment, focus on Wade, and not give in to the itch they both know is torturing him. 

It's allergy season, baby. And they might both be built to heal anything from a papercut to an axe wound, but that healing factor doesn't do shit against a nose as sensitive as Logan's. He's a wreck with the first warm breeze. 

A polite wreck, to be sure. Uncharacteristically polite. Of course, with Logan being Logan, there's no way he'd come out and admit to being taken down by something as small as a grain of pollen. The first time Wade notices him being allergic to something, Logan stifles it so well that he almost misses it entirely. Like a fucking sneeze ninja. 

They'd been cuddling together on the couch. Logan had just, like, frozen in place and pressed a knuckle to the side of his nose. His shoulders shook once, twice, three times. A soft exhale. 

Wade remembers bristling. Kink activated. “Um…bless you?” 

Logan had gone bright red down to the tips of his ears. “Shut up.”

The more attention Wade paid – and trust him, audience, he was paying plenty of attention now – the more times he caught him. When there's a lot of dust. When it's cold outside. Around certain flowers. God help him. As months passed and they got more comfortable around one another, Logan stopped stifling them like that every time. But Wade knew it was still his first instinct. 

Wade moans around what's in his mouth and takes Logan deeper, pressing his hips hard into the mattress. He can't believe Logan hasn't sneezed since he started sucking him off. 

But he looks like he might. Wade knows the look by now. A lot of blinking with those long pretty eyelashes. Expression going all distant and far away. Breath hitching, lips parting.  

That, or he's about to come. The fact that the two expressions are so similar makes another wave of heat clench in Wade's abdomen. 

“So fuckin' – good, baby,” Logan croaks, sounding absolutely wrecked. He scrubs at his nose with a thick sniffle, swallowing hard. “You gettin’ close too?” 

Wade whines his affirmative. I’d be closer if you indulged my weird kinks, bub. 

Smiling at that, Logan thrusts deeper into his mouth, making Wade take more, and god that’s a treat in itself. 

“You’re –” his breath hitches, followed by another irritated sniff.  “You’re gonna make me come,” he says. Nose scrunching in that familiar way.  “Wade –” 

He can’t take it anymore. Wade takes the hand that Logan has on his head and winds his fingers through, then grabs his other hand by the wrist until he’s locked in place. Oh, oops, sorry, I’m sooo cute and I just wanna hold your hands while I suck you off. Or do I have ulterior motives? 

They make eye contact. Logan tries to break loose from the grip, but Wade’s not letting him move an inch. Logan’s no idiot. He knows exactly what Wade’s trying to do, what he’d like to happen. His eyes narrow, both with exasperation and the effort of trying to hold back. Wade’s heart leaps. 

“You are f-fucking…” 

Oh, he’s not holding back this time. Wade grins like the devil around the cock in his mouth. 

“Heh…heh’ESSH-uh! Esshh! ESSHH-uh!”

Logan sneezes into his shoulder, breathy and desperate. Finally finally finally – 

That’s all Wade needs. With a long, muffled whimper, he comes hard against the sheets, feeling the warmth of it bloom against his stomach with each spasm. He relaxes into the mess, going boneless, and hears Logan scoff out a laugh. 

Wrestling his hands free, he carefully takes himself out of Wade’s mouth. 

“Bless you,” Wade manages, working his jaw. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Logan answers. “I was gonna say ridiculous.” 

“Yeah.” He’s definitely not gonna deny that. Wade Wilson is the original seven herbs and spices of ridiculous, with some added kick to keep people on their toes. 

His Wolverine’s eyes crinkle up into a smile. “C’mere, Red.” 

Crawling up until he’s straddling Logan’s cock, Wade can’t help but mirror the expression. There’s no one else on this planet – no one else in the multiverse – who matches his freak like Logan does. Who loves him like Logan does. They’re two perfect halves of the same fucked up pepperoni pizza. 

Wade rubs his half-hard cock against Logan’s until he’s groaning with need, gripping it tight before leaning in to kiss that spot on his neck that makes him all hot under the collar. Logan gasps instantly and almost crushes Wade to him, pressing his face into Wade’s old t-shirt. Tilting his head for better access. 

“Fuck, please,” he says, breath hot on Wade’s skin through the material. 

He comes undone in only a few strokes, in just a handful of open-mouthed kisses pressed to his neck. Logan pants and gasps through every pulse of his orgasm, arching into Wade’s hand as Wade strokes him through it. 

“Good boy,” Wade tells him, low and hot in the shell of Logan’s ear. He shudders at the praise, dribbling a little more come with the smallest sound of need. Fuck. 

They breathe for a while, cuddled close like that. The feeling of Logan’s arms around him and listening to his pulse gradually slow against Wade’s cheek is his idea of a lazy morning well spent. He’d gladly spend hours like this, if it weren’t for the mess they’re currently covered in starting to get cold. Hell, they might come right back here to their little bed nest after they shower. 

“C’mon, peanut,” he says eventually. “Let’s get cleaned up. We’re gonna be stuck together if we don’t move now.” 

Logan doesn’t answer at first. When he does, his response is another trio of hitched sneezes into the collar of Wade’s shirt, followed by an irritated growl. 

“Sorry. And yeah, let’s go,” he sighs, rubbing at his itchy nose with the back of his hand. “Wade, get offa me.”  

Wade can’t move; he’s stunned into horny silence, more than aware of his cock filling up against Logan’s thigh. 

Once he realizes what’s going on, Logan breaks out in an embarrassed grin, shoving Wade off of his lap and onto the mattress. 

“You are the fucking worst.” 

“I love you too, babygirl,” Wade says sweetly. “And bless you!”

[accidentalmistress]

When their nose is so big it becomes part of the experience.

[marshmallowsnzeezing]

Allergic sneezing🤧

[spiced-cider-snz]

If Pip had a stuck sneeze, would her nose cycle through multiple colors quickly or just be stuck at a blue/purple sort of color? I love her concept and just want to know so much more about her!

⚠️NON-SNZ BLOGS DNI!!⚠️

It usually gets stuck - if it does - around the green/blue stage, once it's any shade of purple she's pretty much sneezing already!

The top (less irritated) part of her nose usually remains lighter when this happens, while the lower half/nostril area will fade up and down the color scale as the sneeze builds and sticks.

This is usually the only time any drip/mess is visible as well, as she cleans up very fast when she's actively sneezing!

-Cider

[his-tamine]

that Sneezing on a CD wav trope,, but not a wav,, and by complete accident instead...

everyone here should be old enough to remember having to blow on CDs to make them stop being stupid sometimes lmao

now imagine someone doing that, but sneezing and being unable to cover or move their head in time, drenching the CD and having to then re-clean it, twice as much.

imagine someone trying to re-clean it, and accidentally using something like a handkerchief, sleeve, or the hem of their shirt, that they forgot they'd already sneezed into earlier,,, thereby making an even bigger mess.

[maladyinpink]

Hi, longtime lurker here, been writing for a long time but never brave enough to post, but- BUT, I got very inspired by this prompt and ideas by @ghostlychill and @rosieknows , and thought I'd finally come out of the woodwork by spinning a LONG fluffy tale of woe of what, PRAY TELL, could happen after Sins/mas and the New year 🙈🤷‍♀️...so uh, not entirely sure how to do this, nervy as hell 😐...but here goes 🤗 Agh, hope anyone who reads this enjoys.

💗

CW: Snz, Illness, emotional pain/comfort, depictions of depression, loss and my man Sto/las just goin' through it, but Bli/tzø is there every step of the way. Oh! And a few explicit shameless puns 😈...

The Imp and The Owl

A few days after the holiday celebration and passing of the new year in the Pentagram, the apartment, lit by the red morning light, still smelled of stale snacks that'd been left out by those too drunk to finish them. And Stolas, once again, found himself curled-up on the worn-out purple striped couch, talons just barely resting over the side.

During the first couple days, he'd slept, only because he was so exhausted. But since the confrontation at the palace, he'd been up most nights with an old friend that usually went away with medication: Insomnia. And...he'd happened to have been without medication as of late, for a few weeks. As he carelessly rushed out of the house to rescue an imp at the brink of death in Hell's biggest courtroom. And he'd only gotten them back when...Octavia had given them back to him.

Several hours ago, still sluggishly awake in the middle of the night, he'd tried to take a shower. He could barely fit into it, banging his temple on the shower head by standing, settling for sitting in the tub where he cradled his legs close and cried. In theory, the hot water would've potentially helped him fall asleep. Only in fucking theory, apparently.

Now his feathers, wet and wiry, were still air drying, now a muted shade of their former midnight glory and streaked with shocks of grey. And he still tossed and turned under the pony print fleece blankets. Oh well, he'd never got much sleep anyway, even in the palace.

He'd already made peace with himself that some of these things would drive him crazy, and that life without privilege would just take some getting used to. The fact of the matter was that things could've been worse. Blitzø would have died. The image of the axe coming that close to the imps neck still haunted him, the horrified looks of his onlooking family.

He was alive and well though, snoring through the night on a beanbag, surrounded by his horse plushies. Stolas found himself smiling, resisting stroking and pecking the imp's horns to soothe as he babbled a little in his sleep, then he stopped. They'd yet to talk about their embrace at the palace after he'd saved Stolas from the ice hydra. Something real was finally blossoming between them. At what cost? Immense loss and sacrifice.

He'd live amongst the civilian hellborn and sinners, earn a wage to survive, living as a commoner, starting from scratch. Potentially, finally, have a real relationship worth working for. All that, he could endure. But the chance of never seeing his daughter again while she suffered cruel negligence at the hands of Andrealphus and her mother. He wouldn't be there for her birthdays, her holidays. Even just the casual greetings in the morning, he'd taken for granted. And as she approached possible ascension to the throne, she had no real guidance or reassurance, for the next 100 years. Whether she would choose to confide in him about that or anything in the future, remained to be seen. She'd cut him off. It was unbearable. And he knew it was his own fault.

As a parent himself, Blitzø had been trying to reassure Stolas that Octavia didn't hate him, the girl was 17, she needed space and time to process. And unfortunately, he had 100 long years of both. With that ever heavy and present in mind, he did his best with immense difficulty to just physically rise in the morning.

He yawned out a little screech and craned his neck toward the kitchen, hearing rustling through cabinets. Loona seemed to be taking a crack at cooking this morning for a change while Blitzø was showering. He hadn't noticed either of them rise or pass by. Had lack of sleep left him that disoriented? Stolas had yet to smell anything smoky or burning, so it was a good sign. Stolas realized though he couldn't smell much of anything at all.

"Yo..." Loona waved a paw with a spatula, briskly over her shoulder when she'd noticed he was awake. She was never a morning person it seemed.

He'd meant to reply a polite good morning to the hell-hound. But all that came out first through his beak was a chirpy stifled sneeze. 

"Nght-tchoo!"

"Ah, Sorry...G-good morning, Loona, dear." He tried to force out, his voice cracking as his throat felt as though it was filled with stinging nettles. Oh no. 

Loona's ear twitched and she looked over her shoulder as if something occurred to her at the tiny sound, before a tender look crossed her harsh features. She set the spatula down and padded closer to the couch. "Morning...You okay, old man?"

Stolas' laugh came out as a weak cough and he lied to save face. "Y-yes quite alright, I think I'm just...tired...Barely waking is all." Placating came easy.

Loona's eyes narrowed, but she didn't want to push or argue with him, "Right, well we've got a few choices for breakfast, if you don't like eggs... You eat bacon?" she walked back over to the freezer to relay options, "Shit, Looks like we still got-...Toaster doodles? Blitzø fuckin' goes nuts for these...What kind'ya want?"

Stolas forced himself to smile as he read the colorful boxes she held up. Cunnilingonberry CreamPie...Lemon Frottage Cheese...BukCake Batter (Now With More Sprinkles!)...Hard to believe there were more, he could barely pay attention to her mumbling of which one 'didn't totally suck' as his head was pounding.

"I mean, once you get past the weird dick shape-"

"Whatever you're making is fine, dear. I'm sure it'll be delightful." His voice was quiet and trailed off into little stifled coughs into his shoulder that he hoped would not draw any attention. It seemed to have worked for the moment as she hesitated, but turned back to her sizzling bacon with a less than convinced nod.

The sound of the shower shut off, and a moment later, the bathroom door creaked open with steam. Blitzø walked out, in a long sleeve and jeans, still rubbing his horns dry with a towel. He made his way into the kitchen, laying the towel on one of the dining room chairs. And spotting his daughter, he couldn't resist the urge to give her a quick, loving squeeze around her hind leg.

"What the-...Jesus!...Dad!"

"Good Mornin' to you too, Loonie-Toonie! Oop- Look at you, makin' breakfast, how sweet!"

Loona always rolled her eyes at him, it was like muscle memory. She was usually dismissive around the imp's affection, but she couldn't help the brief smirk that tugged up under her snout. Then she nodded towards the couch with a silent look beckoning Blitzø to say something.

Blitzø followed her gaze, immediately noticing the way Stolas held his head in his hand, seemingly spasming with stifled coughs. "Uh…Hey," he said, walking over, to gently approach, "You sleep okay?"

A little startled, Stolas squawked and looked up, feigning a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, he looked down, "Oh dear! Um, yes, Good Morning..."

"Shit Stolas...Did you sleep...like at all?"

"I'm fine, Blitzø." Stolas tried to reassure, firmer this time, maybe even a little annoyed.

"...In what universe?"

Blitzø awkwardly winced and sat on the edge of the couch, his eyes wide, reaching toward the owl "...Shit, If I can remember, you fancy fucks run warm anyways, but you look…not great, no offense-...hold up a sec, 'kay?"

"Blitzø, you must understand, I did try!...Nght'ktchht! Ehkkschtt! Shit-...Oh, Heavens, excuse me."

The fight was needless and only made things worse. Stolas winced and shook his head wearily, his eyes closing with relief as he felt the coolness of Blitzø's claws grazing across on his forehead and cheeks.

"Shhh, you're burnin' up like Satan's taint," Blitzø said, his concern etched into his voice. "Let's see what we got in here." He toddled away and disappeared into the bathroom and returned with two thermometers, one standard oral and the other a bit more...intimate, seemingly debating. Stolas deadpanned.

"Sorry...know you're not into that right now," he quipped, holding up the rectal thermometer with a smirk before tossing it aside to grab the oral one, "Alrighty, Stolas, open wide, and I do mean your beak."

Stolas couldn't help but laugh a little, "Ever the charmer," he said, taking the thermometer and popping it into his beak, lisping with his mouth full "You find thish truly necesshary, Blitsh?"

While they waited for the thermometer to beep, Blitzø took extra note of the dark circles under all four eyes "You're definitely comin' down with somethin'," he said, his voice laced with a hint of worry. "Immune system must be shot to shit with everything that's happened."

The triple beep pierced the quiet, and Stolas held up the thermometer, 108.3." I suppose...that's not a good sign."

"Nope," he said, his voice tight, "It's a sign your feathered ass is gonna stay on the couch today."

This earned Blitzø a dramatic, uncharacteristic groan, like a teenager almost. Stolas face planted into the pillow on the couch and croaked out:

"Fuck."  

And it'd been making the imp smile a little every time. Not that he was enjoying Stolas' misery. Not at all. He'd just found he got a cute little kick out of…well, watching the former prince adapt from sudden loss of privilege. He was gradually letting his walls down, and would be informal, sometimes blissfully crass, completely abandoning the posh.

Stolas had never felt so weak before. Not like this. Even in the rare moments he'd fallen ill at the palace. Is this truly what the common cold with a low grade fever felt like to every other lower-station creature? But he supposed the stress and missing his medication for a bit would make everything worse.

"I am so sorry." The wall came back up.

Blitzø's eyes snapped to a rigid Stolas, his smile dropping at the apology. "Stolas?...What the fuck for?"

"For...everything, burdening you with this, I don't want to be a hindrance or worrisome to you, I'm making things especially difficult and I apologize." Stolas mumbled and gave the imp a funny feeling in his chest.

"Hey! Don't you go spoutin' nonsense on me. I mean...Sure, I know things are hard now," Blitzø stated firmly.

"B-but YOU, YOU are NOT difficult, Stolas, and you're not a burden, you're one of us and we take care of our own in this household, ain't that right Loonie?" Loona made a short affirmative noise in the kitchen, bringing with her, her plate of bacon and another full of…frankly phallic looking pastries, but otherwise sugary and delectable. And Stolas was…famished. The hell-hound put it on the coffee table in front of the pair.

"Uh...the ones with Sprinkles always make me feel better or whatever." Blitzø looked touched as he recognized his usually withdrawn daughter was trying to be warm.

"Huh…Um, thank you, Loona." Stolas murmured, his four eyes lighting up slightly.

"Thank you, Sweetie...Could ya do one more thing for your Dad and call M&M?...while I take care of this one?...Just tell 'em I'm takin' the day. I know we've been busy, but Mox can handle the paperwork."

Loona nodded and disappeared into her bedroom with her phone and her breakfast. Stolas' feathers fluffed in protest at the thought of Blitzø missing out on valuable clients…for him? Absolutely not. Preposterous.

"Oh! Wait, no! It's quite alright. You don't have to do that," Stolas babbled, trying to push himself upright with a grimace. "I'm really not worth upheaving an entire day, don't be ridiculous, truly I can manage, really, I ju-....I- Ah fucki-...Nght'tchiew!...Oh Lucife-...EEHk'hoo!…IIIdht'hoo!...HIH'Itsh'tchiew!"

The protest ended with another long fit of hooty sneezes that got harsher as they came out. The imp rubbed the Goetia's back as he was a little incapacitated at the moment.

"Stolas Liste-...Uh, Bless you...Listen, I just want to take care a ya, s'that shit hard to believe?" Blitzø started with a gentle rub on Stolas' shoulder.

Stolas paused with a telling look, until another sneeze bent him in half. "Ehh'Krrt'chiew!"

Blitzø spoke gently as Stolas continued to sneeze, unlike his usual punchy tamber, "That's...That's fair, Bless you, Look, it's no trouble, you're obviously not fine...Jesus, Bless you!...Um- Bless you. You're kinda just proving my point here. So, I recommend no more bullshittin', and just...Bless you- taking it easy. Just lay back, relax…"

"Heh…Dhhh…EHD'RRTCH'schiew!- Lords!" 

"Christ on a stick, Bless you! That was a big one! 

"-Jtsh'hiew!...Ekk'krrtch'hoo!"

"Oh my Sat- Would ya just-... lemme finish?"

He looked up at Stolas who stood adorably shaking like a cartoon character, wide-eyed with a finger under his beak to curb the bursts.

"Ack, Sorry...I'm no doctor, but you've got a cold. I'm sure we got some decongestant round here somewhere, we'll just have ya chug that and lay about awhile and watch shitty TV...Sound doable?"

Stolas nodded weakly and looked over to a tissue box on the end table that the imp hastily grabbed and held up, "Oop- Yeah, here, blow your beak...You are soundin' real stuffy."

After a few more sniffles, Stolas managed to clear his throat and sit up, seemingly trying to regain composure, his feathers ruffled. "No shit, Ack-...Sorry, thank you..." he corrected himself.

"No problem, you're sick, you're allowed to bitch a little." Blitzø quipped, he didn't seem to mind and stood up and walked over to the kitchen counter. He grabbed a mug and started filling it with water, "How's about some tea?"

"Do you...have tea?"

Blitzø rolled his eyes, "Well, nothin' fancy...I'm sure Loona won't mind if we have some of her Chai, sharing is caring and all that jazz."

Stolas nodded, blushing at the gesture. "Hm, Lovely."

Blitzø gave a nod, "Dig in, don't hold back on my account...those CreamPie doodles are the shit! Save a couple for me, 'kay?"

He smiled as he set a beat up kettle on the stove and fiddled with a box of teabags. Stolas, eyes suddenly curious and childlike at the Toaster Doodles, took a hesitant bite of flaky sugar-kissed goodness and found they were… heavenly.

"Mmm!"

Loona emerged from her room and pawed a pastry from the plate, her phone in her other paw to her ear, "...Well, he says to just deal with it and-...Okay, okay! Jesus! Bitch, I got it!...Uh, sorry, yeah...Yeah, that'd be nice actually, thanks...I'll tell 'em, yeah…Alright, thanks, I'll be there soon."

She hung up and announced, "Moxxie says he'll swing by with soup later, says they'll take care of the next client...It should be an easy hit, but Millie sounded…kinda tired?...So I said I'd go with 'em as back up on this one...that okay?"

Blitzø nodded as he put the kettle on, "Initiative is always okay in my book, Baby! I owe ya one...just be safe? An' tell Moxxie, I'll beat his ass if he skips the paperwork? Take your knives. Ya got the crystal?"

Loona rolled her eyes, "Yeah yeah, Dad, I got it…Might go out later, I'll text ya." She bit into the pastry in her paw, wincing at the sound of Stolas' coughing on his own from the living room. She swallowed and whispered, "Take care of him, okay?"

"We'll be fine...love you." Blitzø promised, scampering up her shoulder to plant a kiss on her forehead before she could protest and jumping down before she dashed out the door.

Stolas was wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, noticing that his vision was blurred. He hadn't even realized he'd started crying...again. It'd been happening off and on, sporadically without much control. The possibility that Octavia would never want to see him again. He wished to kiss Via's forehead again, share tea and pastries with her, tell her to have a good day on a mundane morning. His brave Starfire.

"Heeere ya go," Blitzø said, handing over a steaming mug of tea and sat down next to Stolas with his own.

Stolas took the mug with a nod, he took a tentative sip, letting the warm liquid soothe his throat. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice quiet.

Blitzø's expression softened and he seemed to notice the depressed bird needed a distraction, his eyes flicking to the TV. "Alright, let's get to the good shit," He suggested, picking up the remote and flipping through the channels. "Ah, new season of Hell-A-Novela just came out...or we could watch-"

Still teary, the owl took another depressed bite of a third Toaster Doodle to medicate the pain with sugar, as he sighed with a watery smile,  "I don't find I really care right now what we-" He swallowed,

"...Y-You watch Hell-A-Novela?" Seems you learned new things everyday, that could be added on the list under the imp's horse obsession.

Blitzø shrugged, and Stolas' eyes widened in surprise, "How could I not, the main character is an Alejandro, he doesn't deserve that fake bitch Gabriella though...I'm hopin' she has a twin sister or one of them gets amnesia, so they can quit this will-they/won't-they shtick." Flipping through the streaming platforms and titles, Ka-tHulu, Voxflix, Azathoth Prime, LooLoo+.

"...On the contrary, I found her flawed character arc refreshing, and very...relatable...I liked her."

Blitzø turned to look at Stolas, knowing he'd started to win him over, with a Rainbow sprinkled doodle in his mouth, he rolled his eyes and countered, "Really? Stols c'mon...she fuckin' threw herself at him, after 2 seasons, they still aren't together?"

Stolas hesitated, "Well...perhaps it is a slow burn...annoying at times, but that is the point, yes? The pathos and stakes, keeps one watching." He rubbed his eyes, sipped his tea and finished a lemony pastry.

Blitzø chuckled, and waved Stolas off, "Eh, I wouldn't go that far for this shit. Sometimes, I just want to see a fuckin' steamy ass scene, just you know, to keep me...inspired."

"I rather think you're very... inspired...sometimes."

Stolas managed a tiny, cheeky smirk, taking another sip of his tea. Blitzø was next to him, scrolling through the channels with a knowing smile and a shake of his head. The bird-brain still managed to stroke his ego and still had a sense of humor about him in this sorry state.

"Okay…C'mere, you! Pick somethin'!" The imp surprised Stolas by opening his arm and beckoning for him to scoot closer to come cuddle, still looking at the TV.

Both of them stiffened for a moment, Stolas was unsure if he'd misread the signal and when Blitzø saw how nervous the owl looked, the feeling was contagious. Tentatively, Stolas shuffled closer. They'd both been far more intimate than this before. What was the problem? He let out a small, awkward chirp as he leaned into Blitzø's side, and found himself nuzzling his beak into the crook of the imp's neck just under his horns. He pulled away to glance up, letting out a nervous laugh that unfortunately was sounding quite congested. And looking up, he found Blitzø was blushing as well, quite fiercely.

"Was that...I am sorry, is it quite alright if I-"

"-Uh, I'm fine if you're fine. Shit's fine, we're both f-fine." Blitzø pacified, but sounded a little uncertain himself, cutting off Stolas' words. He took the mug of tea out of Stolas' hand, placing it safely on the coaster, before he gently wrapped his arms around the Owl and raked his claws across his back. Stolas felt like he was going to burn up any moment, mostly from the raging blush in his cheeks, nevermind the fever. The imp's tail snaked around his frame and pulled him in closer, nestling Stolas' head against his chest.

"Just uh…lemme take care of ya." He whispered, pressing a kiss on top of Stolas' head.

"Thank you, darling" he melted out, the warmth of the blanket and Blitzø's embrace helping him to relax slightly. Blitzø reached up and pulled down the horse-shoe throw blanket to cover the Bird's lanky frame. It didn't quite cover his legs, but Stolas didn't care.

Just as he was getting comfortable, his beak twitched. "Oh no...F-forgive me-" He tensed, trying to hold it in, but it was a losing battle. He buried his face near the Imp's neck, his sneezes stifled.

"Nght-krtchht! Nght'ktchht'chieew!...Ugh, Pardon mbe," Stolas pulled away, beak now thoroughly congested.

"You're fine," Blitzø said, smiling warmly and rubbing his back. "Never thought I'd serve as the royal snotrag, kind of a downgrade to be honest." he joked, his eyes glinting with affection.

Stolas' eyes widened as another sneeze built up. His neck fluffed and looked like he was about to apologize again, but could only squawk. Blitzø just chuckled and held him closer. "Jesus Stols, I'm kidding...don't worry 'bout it," he cooed. "Oop- got a few more in there, don't'cha?...Just let 'em out."

"HEHDH'ECK'hooo!..."

And so Stolas did, a much louder sneeze muffled into his fist behind Blitzø's shoulder, his body shaking. The imp didn't even flinch, just held him tighter and rubbed his back in comforting circles. "Yeesh, Bless you!...Big sneeze!" he soothed again.

Stolas nodded and felt his face heat up even more as he pulled away, his eyes watering. He sniffled and reached for the tissue box on the coffee table.

"I'b so sohhrry, I did't...mbean to...to!-EDH'ECK'Hiieew...EH'rrst'chiew!..Ehh....Oh mby..." Stolas' beak was now buried in a tissue, honking out a miserable blow.

"There ya go...Ya still alive?"

Blitzø's voice was a comforting hum. He nodded and melted back into the groove of Blitzø's neck, feeling utterly pathetic and exhausted. Any preconceived notions about being too forward or keeping distance were out the window.

"Unfortunately."

"Hell-A-Novela?"

"Mm." A tiny affirmative noise was all he got.

"Tch, okay, I gotcha…" Blitzø assured him, his arms tightening around Stolas' shoulders, wanting to keep him close and warm.

The TV played on in the background for a while, the sound of dramatic soap opera dialogue and occasional moans of passion piercing through the quiet of the apartment. He'd periodically look down to check in and from what Blitzø could see, Stolas had relaxed, his top two eyes drooping. The sound of the imp's pounding heart beat against his cheek and lulled the owl like a metronome. Soon, the weight against his chest went slack and Blitzø knew he was out. 

Shit. It would take a lot of time and patience to heal and grow from these changes. He'd never in his wildest fantasies imagined a Prince of the Ars Goetia would give up everything for a lowly imp in the name of love. He hadn't wished for Stolas to lose so much. He knew it was selfish, but Blitzø was grateful for the changes. Things were far from perfect. They could find solace in this shit situation…together. He would be there through the pain as long as Stolas would let him. He wished he could take away Stolas' pain in an instant. The best he could do was rock the man back and forth in his arms and hope it would aid in some way. The imp remembered a time when Tilla had held both Barbie and Blitzø to her chest even as they got older and rocked them to sleep. It seemed to have helped in some way, as he heard soft hoots. He kissed his forehead before turning down the volume on the TV. 

A few hours of scrolling and Hell-A-Novela episodes later, Moxxie came knocking with a thermos of soup, his eyes immediately going to the sleeping form on the couch and then back to Blitzø, raising a brow. "Hey, relax! I'M behaving...The poor guy is sick."

Moxxie, raised a hand in defense, and hesitated. "I didn't say anything!...I was just thinking, maybe something's going around, Sir! I mean, sure the job went off without a hitch, started working with a few of the interns today, and Millie sends her love, she wanted to come by too, but uh…she didn't seem to be feeling well today either. Hasn't been feeling herself all week actually, s'why I…made the soup…"

" D'Aww, what a trooper…knowin' Mill's, she and Loona probably did most of the work."

Moxie got a dreamy look in his eyes, "That's my girl, strong and diligent an-... Hey!"

"Shhh, yeah yeah, dipshit, I know, you're the best shot...but only because the girls're using knives!" Moxxie rolled his eyes fondly as the insult had no real bite.

Blitzø smiled and asked about the client, the local and how the hit carried out. Business had been booming. Feeling bad that Millie had had to power through, he'd have them take a few days off while he and Loona would return to the office and handle more with the new interns they'd decided to take on.

They bantered a little about Moxxie begrudgingly tackling the paperwork for the day. They'd set up Stolas answering the phone and handling the filing and it seemed it would be very efficient and a good outlet when he actively plugged himself in. This recent development, however, would be a minor setback.

Hearing the chatter, Stolas' eyes fluttered open, the room still spinning a bit. He coughed, signalling he was awake and Blitzø's heart sank. Both imps looked down at the sad sight.

"Sorry, Stolas...Shit. Just go back to sleep."

"Crumbs, I am so sorry, your highness, we didn't mean to wake you..." Moxie gave a nervous little wave.

"Oh nonsense, don't trouble yourself at all...I-I'm perfehh-Ed'dhkk'hieew!...Ehhd'rtch'hoo!...Ihht'rtch'hoo!....Ihhkk'tchiew!...Hih..hih-...HEH'rrrtch'chieew!...Eh-Excuse mbe...Oww." Stolas painfully finished, rubbing at bridge of his beak.

"Oh, Bless you!" Moxxie piped up.

"Jesus, Stols, take it easy." It was a sympathetic coo, not a scolding.

"...I'mb okay." Stolas sniffled back thickly and waved him off. He nuzzled back into the burrito of blankets, his blushing beak covered. Blitzø smiled at the four cute tired eyes peaking out.

"Look what our pal Moxxie brought ya!" Blitzø jiggled the steaming thermos in his hand.

"Old family recipe, your highness! Fa Diovolo Pastina! Very hearty and chock full of vitamins and minerals!" Moxxie smiled proudly, but held up an advisory finger, "But, just a warning, it's got a little kick to it, your sinuses will thank you later!"

All Stolas' red glowing eyes stared slowly at the rambly imp and dumbly blinked one at a time from behind the blanket. He hooted out a little sound...and didn't seem to respond beyond...that.

"Uh, S-Stolas?"

"-Oh yes, Splendid...thadk you, Pringles."

Moxxie grimaced, "...What?"

Blitzø cursed and whispered to Moxxie that the fever was probably getting worse. The other imp left with a "Get well soon, your Highness!" Getting Moxx to address him as anything less formal was probably futile. He thanked him for the soup and told him to get home to the Mrs, sending his love, hugs and get well messages to Millie.  

"B-Beta Orionis, P-Pleiades, Castor, Pollux...I-I can't see any of them." 

"Hm?...Whatcha say?...Oh shit, Stolas?!" Blitzø turned back around from the front door to the couch. A blanketed figure now kneeled at the glass balcony door, looking up. Blitzø did his best to approach slowly so as to not spook Stolas who now seemed to be slumped in a kneeling heap, in a panicky feverish trance. He looked up to see all four of Stolas' bright red eyes were wide with tears and aimed toward the sky, hand on the cold glass door.

"Shit...Hey, Pretty Bird, what's goin' on?" Blitzø felt Stolas' cheek. He was burning with fever.

"So c-cold an'…dark and quiet, m'so lost…I can't s-see them anymore, the stars." Stolas slurred and trembled, and looked to Blitzø for answers, "So alone, and SHE-...she's so alone. I-I can't see…I can't see…her. Why can't I see her?..." 

Blitzø sighed sadly, and through his love, words started to come. He wasn't sure they were the right words, but he had to try, "Goddammit…Y-you will, Stolas…Fuck, I can't promise when. I wish I could. This kinda thing hurts like a bitch. S'real shitty, but you're not alone. You keep tryin' and lovin' her no matter what shit happens and overtime…well, she's gonna grow, and someday, she'll realize the shit she's lost, how much good she's lost, losin' you…For now? Octavia is right here…and here." A claw tapped at Stolas' forehead, and rested at Stolas' feathery chest. Via was in his thoughts and in his heart. 

The assassin did his best not to panic as he wasn't sure Stolas could even comprehend anything he'd just said. He put a hand on Stolas' leg to stroke up and down. Stolas moaned and coughed roughly, a croupy raspy sound in his chest.

"Hey…yeah, you're really not okay…" Blitzø said gently as he helped Stolas crawl back over to the couch, placing a pillow behind him. He took a tissue and rubbed away the tears under each eye. 

"...But, you will be okay." At that comment, he swore could see a flicker in the owl's eyes… then the man squawked. The fever had definitely risen at least 3 degrees.

Blitzø grabbed the spoon and thermos, "Now, let's get some of this hot goodness down ya."

Stolas took a cautious sip, the spicy warmth spreading through his beak and down his throat. "There ya go, bird-brain," he encouraged, holding the spoon filled with steaming soup to the owl's beak. Stolas pushed the spoon away.

"Hehht'itchht!...Krrt'chiew!...Ah! Mms- S'wonderful, darling." He slurred and nodded, giving the imp an affirmative look to continue.

Blitzø's heart felt tight, he hadn't heard that nickname in a long while, maybe he was doing something right for once, "Alrighty, then."

Soon after the soup came the after effects of the cayenne, the runny beak and more sneezes. But after he'd blown out a majority of the congestion, Stolas could breathe a little better. After searching in the bathroom, Blitzø had found the bottle of berry flavored Belpha-GOO decongestant and some additional extra strength fever reducer. The problem was that it was a fever reducer…for imps. Welp, Shit. 

Given that his patient had a much taller 9 foot stature and the fact that this was made for much smaller creatures, he could only guess how much to give to Stolas. If Stolas was nearly triple his height, and Blitzø usually only had to take 1 pill, would 3 pills be enough, or too much? And the guy took antidepressants…FUCK. Was it even safe for him to take this? That was a whole other pile of shit. The math was not math-ing. Blitzø stopped agonizing and figured Stolas probably wouldn't die if he took 3 and a cap of the decongestant. He'd possibly just be a little loopy. He was already loopy. 

"Eh, fuck you for being tall, y'big lug." Blitzø rubbed Stolas' shoulder affectionately.

Soon worn-out, they'd both fallen asleep, missing as Gabriella and Alejandro finally embraced with a ridiculously slobbery french kiss onscreen. It didn't matter, the imp and the owl were in a slumbering embrace of their own. And, Loona, when she arrived home later that night, would never admit that she smiled as she'd found the both of them cuddled together underneath the blankets.

Loona glanced at the vandalized memories on the wall that Blitzø had long since scribbled over in self-hatred. And she thought of the picture of IMP's first mission that she'd kept hidden in her bedroom. With that, she took out her phone, and snapped a photo of the snoring couple under the blue TV light. A happy memory. 

She turned off the TV and walked around to the back of the couch to head toward her bedroom. It'd been a long day, but she hesitated. She'd never been good at attachment or affection, but a lot of things seemed to be changing. So she took a deep breath, turned around and briefly nuzzled against Blitzø's horns as he snored and kissed her dad's forehead. She turned once again to go to bed, but she found herself stopping once more, turning around and planting another kiss. This time on Stolas' forehead. 

"...Thank you, Loona." She heard as she finally turned and pawed at the doorknob of her room. She saw four red eyes blinking sleepily at her in the dark.

"For what? You didn't see dick, just go to sleep." Loona heard Stolas' croaky chuckles in response as she opened the door to her bedroom.

"Uh...Thank you."

"...For what, dear one?"

The hell-hound tried to think of the best way to express her thanks. There weren't enough words to say how fucking grateful she was. He'd given up so much for them, saved her Dad's life and made him happier than she'd seen in a long time. She opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by a hooty snore. She smiled as she glanced at the couple through the door, before she headed to bed.

"Nah…I think you already know."

[lavsnz]

was on the phone with The Girl once again tonight & she sniffled so loudly & my response was “oh, cute” to which she giggled & asked what was cute. when i told her that it was her sniffle, she said the most flustered “thank you” i’ve ever heard, it was beyond endearing

[bellbelsworld]

sneeze for uuuuu 🤍 (I’m 22)

[1dwaekki]

Lee Know sneeze

GUYS FINALLY

I found it on I.N's fancam that was posted today 🥳 there's no sound whatsoever but at least the quality is good and he's so cute 😭😭 the shake after he turns back around LMAO

[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?

[warmasf]

B has been feeling a little weird all day. A little shivery, a little tired, a little achey, starting to get sniffly, but overall okay. They don’t feel sick per se, just a little off.

Cut to B having a little movie night with their partner A, who is cradling B’s head in their lap. A is carding softly through their hair as they feel B’s breathing start to grow deeper and slower. They smile and move their fingers down towards B’s eyes, only to brush their forehead and stop. Is it just them, or is B feeling a little warm? They move their hand to B’s cheek, their other cupping the nape of their neck.

“You feeling okay? You feel really warm,” A asked, feeling B roll a little bit in their lap.

B mumbled something before burying their hot face deeper into the blankets and sniffling liquidly.

“Aw honey, let me get you some Tylenol so you can get some rest.”

[lavanderbouquete]

Something extremely hot to me: When someone can't stop hitching enough to tell the other person what's bothering them.

"Suh- sorry it's the c- it's the cah- the cahh- ehh- eHH-"

[disasterman-snz]

Dating Sim Demo!

Hello everyone!

Merry Christmas! I come bearing a gift... or well, a part of an upcoming gift haha.

I've been working on developing a snz-centric dating sim! And I'm very excited with how things are finally coming together.

With it being the holidays, and me having some time off work, I've finally been able to take all the art, writing, and voice acting I've been working on to create a functioning draft of the first scene of the game!

It's very short at the moment, but there's a lot more to come!

That said, I'd love feedback! (And even some suggestions, although keep in mind the amound of work that goes into writing, drawing assets, voice acting, and coding, and adjust expectations accordingly lol... this is my very strange hobby after all!)

*NOTE: I know mobile support was a big issue on my last game (it's unfortunately an issue I can't really fix atm). This game WILL have mobile support. It technically will run on a mobile device now, but the text is really hard to read because it isn't loading my custom ui elements for some reason. I'm going to figure out a solution of some sorts before the full release of the game :)

Please feel free to message me or send in asks with any feedback, bugs, suggestions, etc. I hope everyone enjoys <3