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This is a sneeze kink blog; I tried to tell you.

Sometimes we whump out here, too.

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Original Fiction:

Latticework - Post-post-apocalyptic reunion sickfic; unexpected regrowth after the end of the world. contains: sneezing (illness), fever, caretaking, h/c, whump, f pov, m illness All Teeth - Allergy vignette in the glow of a healing spring. contains: sneezing (pollen allergy), mlm What Guards the Gates - Part 1-6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13-14 | Part 15 | Epilogue I | Epilogue II How to shake down a mysterious cult for its world-ending secrets when your party is falling apart, your sorcerer catches a cold, and all of it starts to hit a little too close to home. contains: sneezing (common cold), allusions to torture, fever, caretaking, h/c, whump, injury, fantasy violence, regular violence, xenophobia, zealotry, death/grief, mlm Sea Legs - Ruthless butch pirate captain whose name strikes fear into the hearts of men humbled by regionally-specific hayfever and her right-hand-woman/ship’s medic/frenemy with benemies is no help. contains: sneezing (pollen allergy), fantasy violence, wlw Left Hook - Part 1 | Part 2 Career scoundrel who lands on his feet 9/10 times finds out what happens on the tenth time. contains: fever, illness, magical affliction (curse extraction), injury, whump, caretaking, h/c, fantasy violence, fluff, mlm Cyanometer - Part 1 | Part 2 Ex-cleric, ex-adventurer finds both lives harder to walk away from than anticipated. contains: sneezing (common cold), overworking trope, cold denial (sort of), pov character with cold, m illness Uncultivated - Fish-out-of-water has no idea what's going on in a place nor what to do about the fact that it's making him sneeze to be there. contains: sneezing (unknown irritant or allergy), pov character sneezing, mlm Flycatcher - Trainhopping, derailed. (Figuratively.) contains: sneezing (hayfever), emotional whump/angst, allusions to drug use, fantasy violence, SwH lite, nb pov, m sneezing

The Lost Library - Once-per-century exploration opportunity and the dust might be more unbearable than the company. contains: sneezing (dust), petty bickering, magical malfunction lite, m allergy

Too Dark to Tell - Respite interrupted by night-blooming flowers. contains: sneezing (pollen allergy), mlm

This Sunless Now - Part 1 | Part 2 Reunion in the endless rain. contains: sneezing (common cold), fantasy violence, pain/injury/wound description, allusions to natural disasters, allusions to fantasy war, h/c, whump, mlm

Adrift - Career scoundrel with nowhere to run (except a fever, maybe, later).

contains: sneezing (common cold), f pov, m illness

[sickficlover123]

Okay so I can’t remember if I saw this somewhere or if I imagined it, but I think I imagined it? And if not, lmk. Anyway… imagine a criminal (or hero) sneaking through the vents. It could be a heist, a spy mission, an escape. But the vents are really small so their chest is pressed pretty close to the roof of it. And it’s dusty. Sooooo dusty. And they have to be quiet. So their breath hitches and their chest keeps expanding to the top of the vent. Maybe they suck at stifling so they end up half-stifling these big, ticklish explosions. Maybe they have an ear piece in and the person on the other end keeps reminding them to be quiet but also blessing them. Maybe they let one out and it only stirs up more dust. Maybe they get caught, maybe they escape. Either way they’ll be sneezing for the rest of the night.

[icarusrex]

Adrift

Check out this tiny, little ficlet. (Words I've never typed before and may never type again). It's about being caught between places and what else could possibly be caught? 👀 contains: m sneeze, common cold, a platonic dynamic of loving antagonism

🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️

"AET'SCHue!"

Finally, Jenny halted in her tracks. The steady crunch of frozen earth underfoot went on without her.

“Ivan!” she barked at his back, admonishing.

“Yes?” he replied, hotly. Jenny tipped her head back with a huff so exasperated it ruffled her bangs. Although he strode on ahead with a steady, driving cadence, she could feel the bristling undercurrent wash over her as she stood there, falling farther and farther behind. Unarmored as he foolishly always was, she could already tell that any scolding was about to bounce right off his back like a pebble striking plate armor.

“You’ve sneezed eight times since we left town!” she called after him.

He scuffed the back of his wrist against his nose with a watery sniffle. “And?”

She caught up quickly—trotting ahead a little just to properly confront him. When he still stared straight ahead at the trees, marching forward like a dauntless automaton, she danced in close, fingers darting for the gap in his sleeveless tunic, prodding at any exposed vitals she could find—finally getting a rise out of him when she plucked at his bare shoulder, close enough to the sensitive hollow under his arm to make him flinch and shrug her off with an irritable hiss.

"And I don’t want you sleeping outside if you’re catching a cold!"

At that, he slowed. The trail felt blisteringly silent without their footsteps grinding through the tender frost. His foul temper seemed to break suddenly, as if it were a fever, and he turned to face her. “I can’t go back there, Jen,” he said softly.

She shifted on her feet and glanced back the way they came. The sun was setting over the valley, bedding into the first pillowy plumes of hearth smoke rising to meet it. It looked peaceful enough from up here, but she knew better.

“Why not, though? It’s not like we burned the whole fuckin’ village down…” she grumbled.

“If you wanna go back into town for a rest, then I will see you on the other side of the circuit.” He'd outlined these words carefully, spoken with a measured finality that he didn’t use on her very often these days.

She hesitated, brow lined with anxiety when she turned back and found him looking so tired, hollowed out, already pinkening at the nostrils from whatever he'd been trying to do to beat back the inevitable. “You said the next one was three days from here…” she murmured.

Ivan sniffled against the heel of his hand again. “If you’ve got any tricks up your sleeve, I’m all ears.”

A gentle flurry of snow had begun to flutter down around them.

“Yeah, here’s one:” Jenny declared with a fangs-out smirk. “We should turn around.” She squinted again at the buildings scattered at the bottom of the hillside, now looking warm and illuminated in a soup of gathering shadows. “We can just find a room and hide out for a few days while you–hey!”

Ivan had already rolled his eyes and started off briskly down the path again with the same taut swagger, coughing dryly to one side without breaking stride. Again, she scurried to match his pace.

“What's your problem? We’ve hid out in worse and you know it!” she balked. While struggling to catch his evasive and increasingly bleary gaze, she watched a single, downy snowflake alight on the peak of his bare shoulder and dissolve into nothing. “I don’t understand why you're being so–”

This time, he stopped so suddenly that she found herself a few paces ahead, blinking, before she whipped around. For a moment, she thought his moodiness had reached an unprecedented boiling point and felt her hackles raise for the sort of squabble both of them were far too old for and neither had ever backed down from yet– Until she found him, face in hands, doubled over by another punishing sneeze.

“ahdt—JSHHHuu!"

He stayed there for a moment, sniffling behind cupped hands. When his eyes refocused, he glanced up at Jenny. She shrugged pointedly in reply.

“Nine.”

Ivan’s gaze flicked quickly back to the trees, face flushing a little as he straightened up. “Come on,” he sighed and quickened his pace.

[icarusrex]

Adrift

Check out this tiny, little ficlet. (Words I've never typed before and may never type again). It's about being caught between places and what else could possibly be caught? 👀 contains: m sneeze, common cold, a platonic dynamic of loving antagonism

🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️

"AET'SCHue!"

Finally, Jenny halted in her tracks. The steady crunch of frozen earth underfoot went on without her.

“Ivan!” she barked at his back, admonishing.

“Yes?” he replied, hotly. Jenny tipped her head back with a huff so exasperated it ruffled her bangs. Although he strode on ahead with a steady, driving cadence, she could feel the bristling undercurrent wash over her as she stood there, falling farther and farther behind. Unarmored as he foolishly always was, she could already tell that any scolding was about to bounce right off his back like a pebble striking plate armor.

“You’ve sneezed eight times since we left town!” she called after him.

He scuffed the back of his wrist against his nose with a watery sniffle. “And?”

She caught up quickly—trotting ahead a little just to properly confront him. When he still stared straight ahead at the trees, marching forward like a dauntless automaton, she danced in close, fingers darting for the gap in his sleeveless tunic, prodding at any exposed vitals she could find—finally getting a rise out of him when she plucked at his bare shoulder, close enough to the sensitive hollow under his arm to make him flinch and shrug her off with an irritable hiss.

"And I don’t want you sleeping outside if you’re catching a cold!"

At that, he slowed. The trail felt blisteringly silent without their footsteps grinding through the tender frost. His foul temper seemed to break suddenly, as if it were a fever, and he turned to face her. “I can’t go back there, Jen,” he said softly.

She shifted on her feet and glanced back the way they came. The sun was setting over the valley, bedding into the first pillowy plumes of hearth smoke rising to meet it. It looked peaceful enough from up here, but she knew better.

“Why not, though? It’s not like we burned the whole fuckin’ village down…” she grumbled.

“If you wanna go back into town for a rest, then I will see you on the other side of the circuit.” He'd outlined these words carefully, spoken with a measured finality that he didn’t use on her very often these days.

She hesitated, brow lined with anxiety when she turned back and found him looking so tired, hollowed out, already pinkening at the nostrils from whatever he'd been trying to do to beat back the inevitable. “You said the next one was three days from here…” she murmured.

Ivan sniffled against the heel of his hand again. “If you’ve got any tricks up your sleeve, I’m all ears.”

A gentle flurry of snow had begun to flutter down around them.

“Yeah, here’s one:” Jenny declared with a fangs-out smirk. “We should turn around.” She squinted again at the buildings scattered at the bottom of the hillside, now looking warm and illuminated in a soup of gathering shadows. “We can just find a room and hide out for a few days while you–hey!”

Ivan had already rolled his eyes and started off briskly down the path again with the same taut swagger, coughing dryly to one side without breaking stride. Again, she scurried to match his pace.

“What's your problem? We’ve hid out in worse and you know it!” she balked. While struggling to catch his evasive and increasingly bleary gaze, she watched a single, downy snowflake alight on the peak of his bare shoulder and dissolve into nothing. “I don’t understand why you're being so–”

This time, he stopped so suddenly that she found herself a few paces ahead, blinking, before she whipped around. For a moment, she thought his moodiness had reached an unprecedented boiling point and felt her hackles raise for the sort of squabble both of them were far too old for and neither had ever backed down from yet– Until she found him, face in hands, doubled over by another punishing sneeze.

“ahdt—JSHHHuu!"

He stayed there for a moment, sniffling behind cupped hands. When his eyes refocused, he glanced up at Jenny. She shrugged pointedly in reply.

“Nine.”

Ivan’s gaze flicked quickly back to the trees, face flushing a little as he straightened up. “Come on,” he sighed and quickened his pace.

[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

Saw this out in the wild…thought you miscreants might enjoy.

[starrysnz]

someone sneezing and then saying “that’s not good”

[icarusrex]

Adrift

Check out this tiny, little ficlet. (Words I've never typed before and may never type again). It's about being caught between places and what else could possibly be caught? 👀 contains: m sneeze, common cold, a platonic dynamic of loving antagonism

🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️

"AET'SCHue!"

Finally, Jenny halted in her tracks. The steady crunch of frozen earth underfoot went on without her.

“Ivan!” she barked at his back, admonishing.

“Yes?” he replied, hotly. Jenny tipped her head back with a huff so exasperated it ruffled her bangs. Although he strode on ahead with a steady, driving cadence, she could feel the bristling undercurrent wash over her as she stood there, falling farther and farther behind. Unarmored as he foolishly always was, she could already tell that any scolding was about to bounce right off his back like a pebble striking plate armor.

“You’ve sneezed eight times since we left town!” she called after him.

He scuffed the back of his wrist against his nose with a watery sniffle. “And?”

She caught up quickly—trotting ahead a little just to properly confront him. When he still stared straight ahead at the trees, marching forward like a dauntless automaton, she danced in close, fingers darting for the gap in his sleeveless tunic, prodding at any exposed vitals she could find—finally getting a rise out of him when she plucked at his bare shoulder, close enough to the sensitive hollow under his arm to make him flinch and shrug her off with an irritable hiss.

"And I don’t want you sleeping outside if you’re catching a cold!"

At that, he slowed. The trail felt blisteringly silent without their footsteps grinding through the tender frost. His foul temper seemed to break suddenly, as if it were a fever, and he turned to face her. “I can’t go back there, Jen,” he said softly.

She shifted on her feet and glanced back the way they came. The sun was setting over the valley, bedding into the first pillowy plumes of hearth smoke rising to meet it. It looked peaceful enough from up here, but she knew better.

“Why not, though? It’s not like we burned the whole fuckin’ village down…” she grumbled.

“If you wanna go back into town for a rest, then I will see you on the other side of the circuit.” He'd outlined these words carefully, spoken with a measured finality that he didn’t use on her very often these days.

She hesitated, brow lined with anxiety when she turned back and found him looking so tired, hollowed out, already pinkening at the nostrils from whatever he'd been trying to do to beat back the inevitable. “You said the next one was three days from here…” she murmured.

Ivan sniffled against the heel of his hand again. “If you’ve got any tricks up your sleeve, I’m all ears.”

A gentle flurry of snow had begun to flutter down around them.

“Yeah, here’s one:” Jenny declared with a fangs-out smirk. “We should turn around.” She squinted again at the buildings scattered at the bottom of the hillside, now looking warm and illuminated in a soup of gathering shadows. “We can just find a room and hide out for a few days while you–hey!”

Ivan had already rolled his eyes and started off briskly down the path again with the same taut swagger, coughing dryly to one side without breaking stride. Again, she scurried to match his pace.

“What's your problem? We’ve hid out in worse and you know it!” she balked. While struggling to catch his evasive and increasingly bleary gaze, she watched a single, downy snowflake alight on the peak of his bare shoulder and dissolve into nothing. “I don’t understand why you're being so–”

This time, he stopped so suddenly that she found herself a few paces ahead, blinking, before she whipped around. For a moment, she thought his moodiness had reached an unprecedented boiling point and felt her hackles raise for the sort of squabble both of them were far too old for and neither had ever backed down from yet– Until she found him, face in hands, doubled over by another punishing sneeze.

“ahdt—JSHHHuu!"

He stayed there for a moment, sniffling behind cupped hands. When his eyes refocused, he glanced up at Jenny. She shrugged pointedly in reply.

“Nine.”

Ivan’s gaze flicked quickly back to the trees, face flushing a little as he straightened up. “Come on,” he sighed and quickened his pace.

[rosieknows]

“Coming down with a crush” on someone, as if it were a cold

“Catching feelings” and colds alike, perhaps at the same time, perhaps from the same person

“Lovesick” in the truest of senses

Being plagued by the thought of someone, restless with fever through the night

Describing love as something contagious, something that spreads from one person to another just because they were close, and it affects how they feel emotionally and physically for a period of time, manifesting with different symptoms of varying intensities for different people

Something vulnerable that makes one feel fragile and exposed and strange and overwhelmed and sensitive and tender and aching and lonely and yearning for someone to be close to them

Something that’s outside of their control that they cannot simply choose to rid themselves of instantaneously, that instead demands a pitiful process of recovery involving little rituals they’ve used time and time again or that were introduced by loved ones

Heartbreak and illness both being most tolerable when bundled up in blankets, resting plenty, consuming comfort foods and drinks, having a tissue box or two at one’s side, watching comfort shows/movies, and being soothed and taken care of and supported by sympathetic loved ones

[icarusrex]

me when I suddenly have seasonal allergies in my mid-30s after sneezing approximately twice per year, every year prior:

[icarusrex]

Tell me why a fox crossed my path just now and I felt more emotions than I have all year.

[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

“Snnnf…uuugh, I’b so sorry, was I sdoring?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“Oh, god, sorry, I’b just so - snf! - codgested…”

“No, no, it’s fine! It’s…actually really, um…cute.”

[icarusrex]

Not the blackscreen video I expected this from.

[snzzzonmepls]

When someone who obviously can’t stop sneezing says that they can’t stop sneezing

[icarusrex]

It is once again that time of year in which my pet vine starts to grow these absolutely untenable flowers:

[starletstarry]

I'm so into apologetic sneezes. Like the excuse me, pardon, sorry something really tickles in my nose, so sorry I really can't help it. It just gets to me. It's so hot and so adorable at the same time, it drives me nuts.

[allthewhumpygoodness]

Something about how inherently embarrassing it is for a character to find out they've been delirious for an amount of time. Like, I just love how universal this trope is -- in almost every piece of media I've Consumed where a character is told outright or it's implied to them that they've been Very out of it and slipping in and out of consciousness for a while, the reaction is always oh god really?? The discomfort of knowing just How vulnerable they were.

[thebeessnz]

i love the inherent weaknesses of humans. we all need to eat, we all need to keep ourselves warm in the cold, we all need to sleep, we get injured, we get sick. we aren’t machines. in fact having weakness at all is what makes us human.

it’s a huge part of why caretaking and things like that are so endearing to me. it’s so specifically human. it’s a part of our culture as humans, regardless of where you’re from. it’s universal and yet somehow so unique to us as a species.