Its sneeze time

Otto | 23 | he/they | snz and light whump, mostly rb's with a few of my own ramblings | minors DNI

[spicytastes]

Elliot n Vesper !

I've been working on the design for Elliot's girlfriend, and here it is! Her name is Vesper ! :3

I'll try to get a little bit of information out of the OCs I create.

Hope you like it ! 💕

(Edit: anatomy being bad as hell, oh hell nah)

[chestcongestion]

"I'm not sick... 'm fine," A mutters in a slightly hoarse voice, followed by a pause.

There's nothing to break the silence that follows, allowing B to perk up their ears and listen to the dense, heavy rattle of A's breathing, their shaky inhales and exhales accompanied by a noise that B can only juxtapose with the image of bubble wrap under a steam roller.

B walks over to A, gently pulling their body closer and kissing their forehead, "No, you're sick... you don't get to act like you don't have a cold just because it decided to settle here-" they press a palm to A's chest, "-and not here," they playfully poke A's nose.

[quosterking]

A Twilight Trial (NB/NB, Allergies)

Characters: Unnamed Ghost, Moon, and Storyteller (from Rhythm H/eaven G/roove) Also, a brief mention of a new RHG OC, Werewolf

Words/Length: 1500 (~10 min)

Note: Yeah, it’s happened. My first ever fic that isn’t an OC fic comes from this god forsaken game. It’s also the campiest, goofiest fic I’ve ever written, so please keep that in mind! If you’re looking for a silly 10-minute read for spooky month, it’s a blast. Check out this post for context! ANYWAY! There’s some really silly fourth-wall breaking going on here, and a lot of nods and references to the game itself and musical terminology (shoutout to my music nerds out there, or generally anyone who's played the game, this one’s for you)! 

[DO NOT RB TO NON-SNZ BLOGS!!!]

T’was an eerie twilight in the neglected countryside. The wind sang its bone-chilling song through the gnarled branches of barren trees. The dead, pale grasses whispered in its wake with cascading ripples. As the last slivers of sunlight slipped beneath the horizon, a steady pulse of life flooded the cemeteries. Headstones began to glow as their ghostly inhabitants roused from their eternal slumber once more. 

What would one call a group of specters? A swarm? A school? A scream, perhaps? It mattered not: this was a community, a family only found post-mortem, but no less meaningful.

These spirits were restless. Spinning circles round one another, their hands interlocked. The gentle ghouls skipped and frolicked with echoed cackles. They filled the early night with cheer and chitter—an evening of pranks and parlor tricks was always cause for celebration, after all.

Only once a millennium comes a night as spooky as this…

A fanfare of wolves announced the rising moon. And in its overwhelming light, all bathed by it shuddered with unease. The moon’s eyes flickered over the valley, lips curling in deep satisfaction at the sight of sudden scattering and panic. No introduction was needed, everyone knew not to look it in the eyes…lest they wanted to face its judgemental wrath.

The foul light grinned artfully. “Cowards, the lot of you. I’ve hardly gotten a moment to deliver you a proper fright!”

Mocking laughter filled the night sky as the specters fled behind headstones and fence posts. But just as it had started up, the moon’s laughter waned quickly. Not exclusively from boredom, but something had caught its breath.

“Oh, it’s far too early in the night for this to start up again,” the moon scoffed and scrunched its wicked face into a scowl. Yes, the moon’s weakness, it’s increasingly-testy nose. If its reign of terror were to begin, so too must begin the sneezes.

It would be a lie to say the moon’s hitches were unpredictable. Everything in this world was bound to rhythmic frequencies—and that was where the moon drew its haunting magic from in the first place. Rhythm was power, and a force that every soul was subservient to.

“Hehh— hehH? hEHhk’sSHHhw!!” The first of doubtlessly many, measured into merciless monotony. Two hitches, one sneeze, evenly spaced to around eighty-six beats per minute. The sour moon blinked lingering tears gathered at the corners of its eyes. Reprieve was short, its nose was already twitchily priming for another: “Hih- hih! hHik’shh!!” That, a deviation: an anticipated eighth-note falling just shy of the fourth beat.

This was how the night was to go…fittish sneezes in clusters that didn’t dare to let up once they began. But with it came eerie energy, taking the form of swarming bats and swirling clouds.

“Oh, I simply don’t understand it,” growled the moon through its teeth. “Sneezing—why must it be sneezing? Surely laughter couldn’t have been where my magic is scyphoned from?”

Every vampire has their stake, every werewolf, their silver.

“Sneezing is not the stuff of night terrors, frankly.”

Perhaps the moon wasn’t putting the effort in.

“Hey!”

“I, for one, agree. I think the moon has lost its touch!”

A perplexed pause permeated the starry night. The voice belonged to a lonely ghost, standing in the open valley with arms crossed over their chest. Their head was turned away, and the moon took great offense to it.

“Wh..? Ahem, oh my, brave spirit, are we? Why part from your shivering friends behind the wooden planks?”

“They don’t see through your tricks like I do,” they answered simply, shrugging. “But soon, they will join me in troves, I bet!”

The seething moon’s eyes narrowed, and a crescent smile tore past its lips. “And why do you refuse to meet my gaze? Terror still claims you, doesn’t it? And so long as it does, I have power over you.”

“Not quite, moon. I only fear that your cruel machinations have grown less cruel and more…boring.”

The moon burned red with embarrassment. Its pupils trembled with stifled rage. “Snff!! What are you insinuating?”

“You’re hardly fearsome anymore. At least not to me. Your sneezes are far too predictable, I could evade your sight with my eyes closed if I so wished.”

There was a ticklish pause, “hHEH-kSHHhw!!” Lightning clawed across the partly cloudy sky, and the very ground trembled.

“Bless you.”

“A blessing?!” The highest offense of all, “who do you take me for?! To be blessed by a common specter, as if I were a siHh—hiH-!! Ikk’sshh!”

“Bless you again, a what?”

“Ik’sshw!! Hik’shh— hiH- hih! Ik’SSHh!!”

The ghost tapped their boot in the dead grass impatiently. “Take your time! Bless you.”

“D’uh- snFfle!! Oh forget it, rest assured I’d sneeze you away if I could…” but the moon couldn’t, of course. All it could do was hang helplessly in the night sky, a sniffling mess of itself. “You aren’t helping—who’s side are you on?! Pelting me from afar with your pathetic words!!”

I’m merely here to tell a riveting story. Pay my words no heed.

A defeated sigh. “Too predictable, you say…is that a challenge?”

“If you wish it to be, it is. I think you’ve been holding back.”

“C…caught, I suppose, this tickle’s been…pestering me a good moment, I’m afraid…snf!!”

“No, not like that, I mean holding back your skill! Switch it up a bit, if you’re looking to get a fright out of someone. Surely you haven’t forgotten that the element of surprise is a friend of yours?”

The pale orb pondered these words with great rapt. “…right. Where’s Werewolf?”

He had never been more eager to hear his name. A triumphant howl made his presence known from the nearby manor's courtyard, where a dark-furred canine shredded a power chord on a sleek electric guitar. Behind him, a handful of ghouls and beasts—skeleton on drums, zombie on keys, the works.

“Yes, yes,” the moon piped them down with a roll of its eyes. “Something in five, can you handle that?”

A big thumbs up answered, and a riff in 5/4 began. The rest of the band was quick to hop onto it, pushing 175 beats per minute.

Take heed, sneaky spirit! You’re in the realm of complex meter now, and simple sneeze patterns won’t fit here.

“Won’t this be a twilight trial for you..! HhHhope you’re a quick learner, I feel another fit coming on…”

5/4 was broken into 2 and 3 beats respectively—both too fast and too slow all at once. It worked perfectly for more dramatic build ups, sudden sneezes, polyrhythmic hitches, and other dastardly tricks that would have a common ghost melting under the pressure. Not our protagonist, however; they had been a musician in their living days, and the intensity was an appreciated spike in difficulty.

The moon had surprising control over its own sneezes. It was no easy task to sync your hitches to such a heart-pounding tempo. 

“HhH- hh- hh-! ht- aASShhew!! hHEHh! Hh…hEK’sschww!! Ik’SSHh!!” As the werewolf clawed up the fretboard with a diabolical riff. Yet the ghost held true, patiently waiting for the right windows to evade the moon’s ghoulish gaze.

Suddenly, a triplet: “hah-hHAt’iishhew!!” That was uncalled for, that was unrehearsed!! The poor spirit staggered into an exposed space, letting out a frightful yelp. A single miscalculation sent the skies into thunderous torment. So close to the end, too…

“Oh, shame, there goes that perfect stride~!” The moon scorned. “Goodness me, I’ve frightened you, still as stone. Unless you are stone, and my magic’s gotten stronger.”

One would imagine the sky would get brighter the bigger the moon is. Yet here, as it loomed closer, the stars flickered from the sky like a dying power grid. Inky black bled into the horizon, leaving only a thin halo of indigo around the moon’s wicked face.

No one could stare at those terrible eyes without recoiling in painful embarrassment and humiliation. It felt like dropping a cake at a birthday, or falling on your face in the snow. Perhaps fighting off a sneeze during a public speech…

Yes, the eyes of judgement were as red as they were dastardly. The ghost fell victim to it, and trembled with terror.

“Hhah, you—you got me there, I’ll admit,” the spirit shielded their little eyes, visibly embarrassed. The moon looked them over, lips pinched in thought.

Then, a melodramatic groan. “Ohh, fie, fie! There’s no satisfaction in this. I have to come clean: I lost myself around the end bit, my hayfever got the better of me. That last sneeze was hardly within the whims of my control.”

“Didn’t know the moon had good sportsmanship…bless you—if it’s any consolation, everything else was a pleasant surprise..!”

“Was it?” Sniffled the moon, before cracking a smirk. “Quite the interesting individual…bold, willing to push for a proper scare. I like your tenacity for terror, spirit.”

“Appreciated…don’t listen to the storyteller, I think your sneezes are plenty frightening.”

A strange means of bonding, but oh well. You can’t win them all.

From the storyteller: You were well prepared, and… You didn’t falter to the moon’s build-ups, and… Phantasmal focus. Amazing!

[indulgnc]

someone sneezing and the bell on their collar/ears jingle along with it

[germaphobicsneezer]

Person A knowing that B isn’t feeling well bc B actually fell asleep without their bonnet on, even thought they usually have it on hours before bed.

So when they shake them awake to get them off the couch and into bed, they are unsurprised by the sudden string of sneezes, but are alarmed by how warm B is.

[snzyspencer]

Instead of doing birthday punches for each year you’ve lived they just sneeze on you once for each year

[chestcongestion]

Ra/ga/tha's spectacular virtual chest cold

[misty-sf]

anyone have a cold that i could borrow? asking for a friend, definitely not for me or anything. would suck to be congested and sneezy. suuuper hate that

[quosterking]

Someone who always sneezes exactly 1.5 times. By that, I mean when they sneeze, a false start always follows after it.

This person has never fully experienced the relief of a sneeze because the hitching that follows puts them on edge again, only to fizzle out. It leaves them a ticklish mess for the next minute, and it’s enough to stun them.

Maybe it’s gotten to the point where their friends hurry to help them sneeze. Or maybe they crack jokes instead—telling them that second sneeze is a lost cause.

And it’s worse because in very rare cases, that elusive second sneeze does come out, and it’s incredibly rewarding. It’s what has them desperately trying to encourage the second sneeze whenever the first happens.

Maybe a significant other says they “just have a shy nose”(Which, aside, pair a character with a stoic or walled-off personality with a “shy nose” and it’s perfect).

[itchy-nostrils]

I *need* some crowded bar/club sneezes - ASAP

[meforeverz]

Side addition: Bartender sneezes

[pepperandfeathers]

Someone being restricted to a certain number of sneezes through magical means. After that, they can’t sneeze anymore, but they can still hitch, feel the tickle, etc

[indulgnc]

partner… who is very strict about saying bless you…. and insist it can only be said with a sneeze. and if they say it to you and you havent sneezed, well. youd better go fix that :)

[bubble-up]

I sleep on "developing a fever DURING something important" too much. It's not a groundbreaking concept or anything I just tend to focus on The Character developing a fever before something, I think. The drama of pushing through, and all.

But y'know. Character feeling completely fine and normal all day, just nothing off whatsoever, and then they deteriorate so quickly in like an hour flat that people notice. Just being absolutely hit like a truck in the middle of the day when they are already in the process of doing something very important. Feeling compelled to just see that task through because they're already in it. They felt completely fine this morning. What gives?

[soaked-handkerchief]

If anyone is curious about inducing with pepper, PLEASE do yourself a favor and don't snort it like it's a line of coke, jesus christ, you'll just burn the hell out of the inside of your nose, and produce a ton of mucus to put out that fire (unless that's what you want?)

For sneezing purposes: You're better off taking a tiny amount of black or white pepper, just brushing it around the edges of your nostrils, and breathing normally. I'm speaking from experience; The spice does all of the work for you. Less is more.

[tanirec]

”Please, just take the medicine.”

“Hahh- hihh…n’do, I don’dt like hhiih-how i’dt mbakes mbe feel.”

“Well, I don’t think you can feel worse than you do right now?”

“Hah! Hiiihh-itschiew! hitschew- kshh! itchIEW!!”

“…”

“Ughh…okay fin’d give i’dt here.”

“Bless you.”

[selene-and-the-cold]

A group of people huddled together in a tent or around a campfire. They are cold and damp, but in good spirits - until one of them suddenly sneezes, specks of the sudden sneeze dancing in the center of the circle of friends.

They all share a look, but the sneezes insists it was nothing, only the dusty air.

Then, one by one, the members of the group succumb to the fierce cold that set up shop in the first person's nose.

Since all of them are strong, stubborn individuals, none of them admits to having caught the illness until it is glaringly obvious as they are shivering from fever, nose bright red and dripping incessantly, thus they only accelerate the spreading of the disease by going about their day as normal.

Until finally, all of them are bundled up in blankets around their fire, a sneezy, sniffly round of feverish, red-nosed people, trying to get through the awful headcold they caught.

[softblesses]

sneezing: beach edition:

- photic sneezes

- sneezes because they got some water in their nose

- sneezes because the suncream scent is too strong

- allergy sneezes because the beach is near some greenery

- getting over a summer cold sneezes

:3

[invisiblefig]

- sneezing bc sand got in their nose when someone was shaking off their towel hehehhehh