you know the drill. please no reblogging to non-kink blogs. it just has to be said.
i don't actually regularly draw furry art, my lil 'sona is an outlier and should not be counted (no hate i just don't wanna mislead anyone as to content x,D )
fandom: m/xtx t/gcf
rating: T
word count: ~1900
contains: modern au
allergic!h/ua c/heng
perfume + allergy sneezing
sneezing in public
cw: mess & brief gross mess interactions by a significant other
a thing that really grinds my gears (and is a huge portion of the reason i was terrified to ever come out about having a fetish) is that ppl are so. reductionist about it. intentionally or unintentionally. like the instant you get labeled as "the [x] fetish person" nobody ever remembers you any other way. it feels like people forget that you're a whole entire complex human person too. this is intensified by the way people separate out their fetish accounts to both keep them secret or keep the content filterable, whatever reason, but it means that often they have a main account displaying their diverse interests, and then a fetish account where. yeah. if you look at that, it looks like all they ARE is the fetish. and i've been terrified of getting made small like that my whole adult life.
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💬 200 🔁 39691 ❤️ 43311 · So I just wanted to expand upon the fact that I don't believe the art is bad, craftmanshipwise or morally, but th
is actually a great example.
the artist has obviously done a huge amount of research to get all the things right that the op has clocked and enjoyed in the drawing. and yet. once it's revealed to be fetish art. all of those things are tossed aside like they don't matter. but no! the artist has a fetish AND they are interested in a lot of historical things and anatomical accuracy! but the framing of that post literally reduces. all of that. to "fetish art." even though it was introduced with all this value. but no even though you've acknowledged the artistic value, in the post, you're throwing all of that away immediately for a gag about "it's fetish art." (yes because the point op is making is clarified in the reblog but the tone. is casually there in the original, and picked up on in thousands of reblogs. the attitude is pervasive.) i'm just. i could cry thinking about that happening to me.
this one
💬 136 🔁 26508 ❤️ 32045 · this post has been making the rounds again and i just want to state for the record that it is a fucking delight t
has gone in the opposite direction. framing like the only people doing this complex historical research are ppl writing for plotty things and not the horny fanfiction intended to get ppl off. do you know how much research i've done to get details right in the fetish fic and art. because i'm a human being with multiple and complex interests that i'm expressing at the same time. god. no wonder i have a complex. this is the way ppl talk about and dismiss this stuff casually without even thinking about it.
"it's not that deep catte" well yeah that's why i'm not addressing the op's directly. but also like. well. i guess i'm not a real person and don't matter because i have a funny ha ha fetish. right. lord, no wonder i didn't ever want anyone around me to know about this. maybe it's different if you have a kink and not an original definition, mandatory, "can't get off without this nonsexual stimuli" f e t i s h. maybe it doesn't feel so personal when you haven't been convinced you're broken because of it the instant you started to discover your sexuality.
You doing ok Catte? You haven't been active anywhere in a while so I wanted to check in.
oh, this is so sweet, thank you! wild that i happened to check in to catch it in even a somewhat timely manner.
i got a roommate at the beginning of the year and it turns out that that is severely libido-killing for me.
also i had a couple interactions on here and on ao3 that i really didn't like, so i've been having fight-or-flight reactions to logging back on or checking in there, unfortunately. it's just not fun at the moment between those two factors so i haven't been on!
i have been still posting some vague scenarios or little threadfics (still t/gcf focused) on bsky tho
HMMM. yet another unhinged ao3 comment review time!
i for one am not feeling remotely appreciated or loved and i'm having trouble coming up with any way to reply softly to this and in fact am considering blocking the reader. overreacting?
out of context snippet from the same au as [ this post ] (where h/ual/ian are caretakers for multiple mer versions of themselves, including: canon versions ("crimson rain" and "gege"), princel/ian and xiao h/ua ("d/ianxia" and "san l/ang"), and the two featured here: calamityl/ian and wu m/ing ("calamity" and "wu m/ing")
fandom: m/xtx t/gcf (wildly au at this point lmao)
rating: T
word count: ~900
contains: wul/ian, nonhuman (mer) sneezes, unconventional snz spellings (gill sneezes), allergy sneezing, mess cw, gillplay (fingering) (inducing)
[ pls do not reblog to non-snz/kink blogs, ty! ]
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Wu Ming wakes up with gills swollen, raw and almost sore, passing water through only sluggishly. Great. So it's going to be that kind of day. The brief period where the blooming of the big trees rooted in the tank edges and the pollen season of whatever the hell else that bothers him in the fields around the farm overlap is always rough.
As though to confirm that thought, his swollen gills start tingling with an insistent itch. Wu Ming doesn't have a chance to do anything-- his gills clamp and his breath hitches thickly in, in, in--
"hhHHHHh-- eXXCHHhhwww'hh!!!" The sneeze catches thickly in the ooze coating his insides in response to the pollen in the water, bubbling sullenly and leaving a thick mess slicking down his throat into his clavicle. Ughhhh. The throat gills always get the worst of it, rakers clogging with mucus and making Wu Ming feel like he's choking until he manages to swallow it all down or cough or sneeze it out.
"Good morning," Calamity says, sounding far more awake than Wu Ming and amused. Good. Amused is always better than disgusted (or worried, which makes Calamity frantic and mean with it). Wu Ming groans dramatically in response, to make Calamity laugh. Wu Ming loves his laugh; soft and a little broken still, but all the more precious for its return. The farm and the pod has given them so much.
"hh! iHHHH?! heh, eh, eh, eHHHH?! hHnh'ixXXSCHHhhwwiuwh!! Ah, fuck," Wu Ming says, instead of the greeting he'd meant to. Even if the farm does come with perfidious inland pollens that settle on their tank and concentrate in the water, making Wu Ming's poor nose and gills go crazy every spring.
"Hmm, medicine first today, i think, Xing'er." My star, Calamity's name that he chose just for Wu Ming; just for them. They don't share their private names even with the rest of the pod.
"a-Yue," (my moon), Wu Ming protests, because he's still sleepy and comfortable despite the stuffy, drippy gills and the persistent feeling lurking in them like he's about to sneeze again.
"You should see yourself," Calamity says, not ungently. "Every time I think those gills can't go pinker..."
"You can't really see that," Wu Ming says after a moment. It's dark in the underwater caves where they sleep; they're using the senses of the deep to perceive each other here. Touch and smell, the chemical and electrical signals in the water, pressure, and a kind of dim thermoceptive vision catching on movement.
"Hmm, no, but I can feel it." Calamity runs a hand up Wu Ming's waist to brush cool fingers over Wu Ming's gills (this doesn't mean they're unusually warm, he thinks stubbornly, Calamity's hands are always cold). One finger dips inside to caress the slick frills inside and Wu Ming shudders at the intensity of the tickle that shoots up his whole side at that.
"a-Yu-ehh-EH!" Oh, no. Calamity isn't taking his finger out, even as Wu Ming's operculum clamps strongly down on him, and Wu Ming can't stop hitching, the pressure never building up in his lungs quite enough to sneeze properly without that seal.
Finally taking mercy, Calamity extracts his finger from the clamp of Wu Ming's gill and pets it closed. Wu Ming builds up in a dramatic series of gasps and sneezes hard, "hhhHHHHH'wWHSXXZCHHHH'ngt--hhh," water pressure exploding out of his gills and finally taking some of the burning itch with it.
A dull prickle remains to remind him that even that water had pollen in it, too, and the sensitive flesh of his gills do Not Appreciate It.
"Yes?" Calamity says, in a tone that Wu Ming can hear the raised eyebrow in.
Wu Ming capitulates, if only because he's in no state to serve his love like this. Although he can already tell it's going to be one of those days where the medicine the humans Xie Lian and Hua Cheng found for him is going to struggle to make much of a difference.
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"Oh, dear," Xie Lian says, when he sees him. Wu Ming stubbornly refuses to look down at himself, accepting the little pill and taking it with a swallow of tank water. He knows his gills are probably flushed and goopy; he can feel them more acutely when they're clamped closed in the air. Breathing air is also making his nose tingle threateningly, which he hates. His nose has no business getting involved in breathing, no matter how much San Lang says it's better for breathing air. That's for long, slow draws of water over sensitive olfactory passages. Not- oh god--
"eh-heh- EH- HEH!" Air pulls itself in through his mouth, inflates his lungs-- "hHH'EDHt'zSCHHiuuhh!!" --and rushes itself roughshod back up and out, scraping through his throat and nose instead of bursting out of his gills like normal. It forces the contents of his sinuses out accordingly.
"Fu'dgck!" Wu Ming curses, pinching the offending mess away from his nose and trying to rub the remaining itch away while he's at it.
"Hmmm," Xie Lian says. "I'll have San Lang," (his nickname for the human Hua Cheng, no matter how confusing it gets with their podmate's name.) "fire up the RO/DI system. I think you need an extra water change."
Calamity nods perspicaciously. This was probably part of his plan in ringing for Xie Lian as though they were out of meds instead of just grabbing the bottle left out for them.
\FIN
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*"my" star and moon are not exactly the correct translations of their chosen names but look, NARRATIVELY--
still rotating @lycheeehehe's tags on this post abt h/ua c/heng sneezes getting fittish (dare i say kittenish) when he's REALLY allergic to something... .like he just has to sneeze so fast that they can't get big enough to do anything.... hhhhhghkkkh
bsky links to more context for [ this post ] under the cut (i'm only visible to logged-in users tho, sorry)
cw for this au as a whole include: xenobio/tentacle genitalia // oviposition/egg laying "heat" and "rut" cycles // soft (auto)cannibalism for mer egg eating and also sale of eggs for human consumption // whump/abuse/trauma backstories for many of the characters (canon-typical and other themes) // PROBABLY MORE it's a kink au where multiple versions of the same characters are all mers together being kept by the human versions (so, selfcest after a fashion as well lmao)
still quite a bit more active on bsky, here are my many musings on ･ﾟ✧mers with colds✧･ﾟ from there... feat. a new au where the many forms of h/ua c/heng are represented as different mers-- so here's c/rimson rain (canon hc) and san l/ang (sl/xiao hua form) sharing a sneezy gill cold, and then san l/ang so feverish he's started to lose color in his tail :'(
[ lite mess cw ]
[ please do not reblog to non snz/kink blogs, ty! ]
I've been browsing Pinterest and then I saw a guy putting on smoky wine eyeshadow and ummm... it did things to me... o///o
Imagine: a man who wears dark makeup and has horrible allergies that make him sneeze and sniffle as soon as he leaves the house. His eyes and nose are so, so itchy, but he can't bring himself to rub them, because that would ruin his makeup. So he is forced to lightly dab at his eyes, and sniffle into the back of his hand, and fan at his face, praying that nobody mistakes his running mascara for a sign that he'd been crying.
That is, until he gets home and lets it all out, pawing at his nose violently and rubbing his itchy, red-rimmed eyes with no regard for the dark streaks that are now running down his face and getting all over his fingers.
you ever find something you're like "oh my god that's driving me insane with lust" but you're scared to tell anybody what it is/why because what if everyone is like "that's weird/dumb" 😔
[ nsft / nonphallic sex toy imagery under the cut ]
(let's see if tumblr nukes this)
this THANG
i was like oh that's cute and looks fun and then saw that they genuinely refer to the stamens as the "pollen" and lost my MIND
(something something the concept of getting that aaaaalll over and then putting an allergic person between your thighs..............................)
thinking so hard about h/ua c/heng sneezing so hard and/or so much he bursts a blood vessel in his eye,,, if he still had both of them now they'd match,,,,
#xie lian would fret SO hard bc it's like. such a visible marker of distress ykwim u can't look at his face without seeing Red Eyeball
#h/c would just find it a little funny and mostly annoying and yes make a joke about his eyes finally matching
#but he'd i think regret it bc . again x/l crying and throwing up over the boo boo eyeball (he cannot even feel it)
#also i LOVR when x/l is kinda caught between concern and horniness when it comes to h/c allergies and this would rlly be pushing it...
#like maybe after this for a little while x/l is just looking at him like 🥺☹️ when he has a fit and it throws h/c off a little lmao
@lycheeehehe I AM CHEWING ON YOUR TAGS SO HARD
ourghghgh and then hua cheng getting unnerved about it and being a little too sincere about the "oh no it /is/ awful and cursed, gege couldn't find me attractive like this"
n xie lian is like no it's not that i find it unattractive it's just i don't like when you're hurt!!! because YEAH the hualian-specific kink flavor to me is that mutual caretaking 🥹 which we don't see enough of xl reciprocating to hc in current-day canon (bc it's thematically hc making up for xl's past care) but !!! i WANT IT
idk i love it when hualian have those little moments of disconnect and making themselves upset about each other because they're normally so in tune (and also because. they always are gonna fix it up so fast once they actually talk it out <333)
hua cheng trying to get xl to stop worrying by being like no this happens every year tho whatever is in season rn makes my eyes itch so bad and then xl grabbing hc's hand every time he catches him rubbing (hc is both endeared and deeply frustrated) (XL PUTTING. HIS EYEDROPS IN FOR HIM IS SOMETHING THAT CAN BE SO SEXY... IF U ARE HORNY OF HEART....)
not to personal tmi but
i did burst a vein in my eye last week (sneezing/blowing nose/unknown causes??? equally likely!) and so i was thinking of this EVERY TIME! i saw it! it's so vivid and disconcerting.... thinking of it happening to "and they were mutuals" au hc where he does still have the red eye and that one is maybe MORE susceptible so it just looks SO cursed and he can't put contacts in anymore so he wears an eyepatch out,,,, oughghghghh the brainrot is so real
Someone's new allergy meds working a little too well in the wrong way. Their nose still gets super tickly and itchy but they just cannot sneeze. It's an endless cycle of false starts and they're getting more desperate and frustrated with every single one.
thinking so hard about h/ua c/heng sneezing so hard and/or so much he bursts a blood vessel in his eye,,, if he still had both of them now they'd match,,,,
fandom: m/xtx t/gcf
rating: T
word count: ~2000
contains: h/ual/ian domestic fluff, pollen allergy sneezing, slight mess
Butterfly H/ua C/heng would love to help his beloved silk moth X/ie L/ian brush out his fluff after a long day in the fields-- but it's the height of the pollen season, and X/ie L/ian's been working in it all day. It would be a shame if he missed some cleaning up before coming home when H/ua C/heng is so dreadfully allergic…
<< read it here on Ao3 >>
spent possibly wayyyy too long thinking about bless culture for the insect-people world in the middle of this x''D enjoy!
[ please do not reblog to non snz/kink blogs, thank you! ]
Someone grabbing a tissue or handkerchief for their sick partner before sneezing into it themself, because now they’re coming down with the same thing their partner has. 🫠
