So I'm gonna update this often and try to orginise my shit more. Ain't that a bitch?
Well firstly lets start with general info:
This is mostly a sick/sneeze/whump tumblr blog for my ocs.
She/her are my pronouns, but sometimes I don't mind they/them.
I'm currently 29.
I respect furries and furry content. I dabble in it at times but I MUCH prefer humanoids.
I do not reach others out, I am introverted, I don't tend to seek people out. Unless I'm lonely. But don't be afraid to message me, dm me or whatever you want, I enjoy chatting.
Minors DNI. Nuff said rly.
I am asexual. This "fetish" isn't really sexual in nature for me, it is a intrigue more than it is anything else, so please keep this in mind when roleplaying or intereacting with me. NSFW is not something I will do on this blog.
My inbox is open, but I won't always answer every question.
I do commission work.
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FAQ:
What do you do here? I draw mostly. Just scenarios with my ocs and snz stuff. Just for fun, I also do commission work for those who are capable.
Can I ask anything? Will you respond? Depends. Don't be creepy is a big rule. I also get a lot of inboxes telling just random statements I don't respond to. But I do try to answer questions about my oc's, mostly when I have inspiration to answer them, some questions I honestly don't know how to respond to. So if your inbox does not get answered and you follow those simple rules, the most likely cause is I'm not sure how to answer your question.
Do you do fanart? Only for commission work. Dm me and ask me for a slot
Can I dm you? Sure.
Do you RP? Yes. But only with folk who intrigue me. Sorry I'm very picky with who I rp with.
Where else can I find you? Furaffinity is the only one I'm willing to share here: Furaffinity
What got you into this community? Honestly I joined it only recently. about a few years ago. I decided to embrace this fasination I have and hopefully make people happy with my art. This is essentially the reason why I am here.
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Tags:
snz: Snz is the main tag I use for anything sneeze related.
sicktember 2024: Currently in progress. But this tag is for sicktember. I did it for the first time properly in 2024.
notsnz: Anything that isn't to do with sneeze content.
commission: Paid work I did for others.
snz animation: Any animations I did. Cuz ye I animate.
Amadi: Oldest oc. Crazy genderfluid person who is violent, cunning, sly and flirty. He tends to go by he/him but they use any pronouns, They're into the kink and are a menace.
Weedle: A mentally distraught man grieving for many deaths and given up on hoping for a better life, Amadi and him used to date although currently they are broken up.
Ed: A werewolf man, sweet kind and always looking after the group the best he can while working hard.
Dolan: A tragic demon character who's outgoing spunk gets everyone to laugh.
Svet: A vampire fop who is a spoilt brat in every sense of the word.
Demetrius: A stoic storm giant (Currently my fav) Who adores his husband and a terrifying paladin.
Percy: A cleric angel who loves his hubby and tries his best to heal the sick and injured running himself ragged.
Ornel: A drow elf who is sweet but extremely trouble and haunted by his past despite trying to move on.
Judas: Another angel who is goth aesthetic and tries his best to protect those he loves dearly.
Wrathmos: Devil maaaaaaaaaan
Others ocs:
This all is going to be sorted out overtime. Trying to do a lot today. But I will now try to sort it out by oc's.
This is for OC Fics, Art, or other creative ideas! Feel free to use this any way you’d like, even at the TTRPG table if you’re feeling brave. I found its most useful to roll 2 100-sided dice and combine prompts to come up with ideas!
Feel free to also send number combinations in my inbox with a character and I’ll either write something or draw something that utilizes it!
Heya guys in need of commission work to pay bills once more!! Come dm me for a slot or just reblog this to share it! I do require aid! So anyone kind enough to help out would be very much appreciated.
Heya guys in need of commission work to pay bills once more!! Come dm me for a slot or just reblog this to share it! I do require aid! So anyone kind enough to help out would be very much appreciated.
Heya guys in need of commission work to pay bills once more!! Come dm me for a slot or just reblog this to share it! I do require aid! So anyone kind enough to help out would be very much appreciated.
hii haven't seen u around so am wondering how ur doing if you're ok ^^ and the gang too ig?
Im. Ok. Struggling a bit with various things, autism assessment, i need a filling, and taxes. Im a bit behind on commissions for my queue too so I just need help really with money for the month. Hence why I put my commissions up. Things have been stressful and rough lately.
Heya guys in need of commission work to pay bills once more!! Come dm me for a slot or just reblog this to share it! I do require aid! So anyone kind enough to help out would be very much appreciated.
Heya guys in need of commission work to pay bills once more!! Come dm me for a slot or just reblog this to share it! I do require aid! So anyone kind enough to help out would be very much appreciated.
Another attempt at another fic. Demetrius is fun to mess with, this time I tried something longer. 1771 words for this one! And this will be a part 1! When I get to part 2 I'll start a series for the masterpost. I'm having fun doing the writing. Although if theres any errors please tell me!
Demetrius had always been a figure of strength and authority. His presence alone was enough to command respect for most, and he rarely found himself flustered or shaken. A pillar of strength for the Velen, and to a lot of people who relied on him. He was the type of man to hate exposing a vulnerability, like an exposed nerve. And, unfortunately for him, In the Velen Empire spring has arrived and the air became thick with the golden haze of pollen, Demetrius found himself facing an unrelenting battle: allergies.
The people around him were bustling with activity, the floral trees that surrounded as they nestled their camp within a clearing in the Kingswood forest were in full bloom, their pollen swirling in the warm breeze. As Demetrius strode through the narrow paths between tents, his long strides powerful and purposeful, his mind was hardly focused on work. Instead, his thoughts were fixated on:
Don't sneeze. Not here. Not in front of anyone.
He was trying to make his way through the busy crowds to get out of the populated area and find somewhere secluded to deal with this growing ache.
The itch in his nose had started subtly enough this morning—a gentle tickle that was easy to ignore at first. But the more he breathed in the pollen-laden air, the more the tickle grew. His massive nostrils flared slightly, and his brow furrowed in frustration it almost made him pause in his walk. Each step seemed to stir more into the air from the dry grass and humid air around him, making his nose twitch involuntarily. Unlike the noses of mere mortals, the olfactory organs of a storm giant were hyper-sensitive, a unique trait that rendered him particularly vulnerable to the onslaught of allergens swirling in the air.
The gentle breeze carried the sweet, fragrant scent of wildflowers, which should have been soothing but only exacerbated his torment. His nostrils flared wide, making him panic and quickly snap his hand up to crush at them, under his fingers they were fluttering and flickering as if fighting profusely to break free, but every breath igniting a fresh wave of irritation deep within. The droning sensation danced along the delicate membranes of his sinuses as if bouncing around inside the cavernous muscles. The pressure was building like tiny lightning bolts were striking within.
Ahead of him stood Erlo, his commander and a high-ranking general in the Velen Empire’s army who was a centaur, gilded in the ceremonial armor once would expect from a person of such high status, and very intricately made to suit that of the build of a centaur too. Erlo was a stern man, sharp-eyed and direct, his presence a constant reminder of the discipline required in their ranks but he had an annoying habit of negging those who don't do as he says. Demetrius barely could say he respected him he was usually dismissive, and sarcastic in his presence, Erlo feared him, he smelled it often, but today, he was struggling to focus on anything Erlo said at all.
“Demetrius,” Erlo’s voice cut through the air, clear and commanding. “We need your strength for the next operation. The rest of the generals are expecting a report from you tomorrow morning, and—are you even listening?”
Demetrius blinked, trying to force his attention back to the conversation. He could feel the prickling in his nose growing more insistent, teasing at the edges of his control. Don't sneeze. His thoughts were consumed with that single focus, making it almost impossible to process anything Erlo was saying.
“Er…Hh!…” A soft, reflexive hitch escaped him, and he quickly raised a hand to cover his mouth and infuriating nose, hoping to quell it before it escalated. His chest tightened, the throbbing spreading through his nasal passages, it was sharper and more insistent than before almost enough to make his eyes water. Perhaps attempting to talk just triggered the muscles to contract. But the last thing he needed was to unleash one of his thunderous sneezes in the middle of the courtyard, with dozens of soldiers and officials around.
“Demetrius?” Erlo repeated, his eyes narrowing slightly as he noticed something was a little off. “Are you alright?”
“F…Fine,” He spat quickly, a bit desperate not to induce anything else from his quickly inflaming nose but relented and spoke, just to shut him up.
"I'm fidne…" Demetrius rumbled, his deep voice thick with congestion, despite his attempts to keep it steady. He let his hand drop. His eyes were squinted from the burning behind them, and his nose twitched again, the reaction was not giving him a moments peace.
He could feel the sneeze brewing, clawing at him, but he held it back with every ounce of strength he had.
Erlo, unaware of the suffering raging inside Demetrius, continued speaking, his words blending into the background as Demetrius’s mind became singularly focused on preventing what felt inevitable. The pollen seemed to cling to the interiors of his flesh, swirling into his wide, dilating and glistening wet nares, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything but the unbearable itching.
Don't sneeze. Don't sneeze.
His nostrils flared again, flickered, wide, strained, shivering with anticipation then eased. He could feel the sneeze hovering right at the edge, waiting to explode, but he clenched his jaw, willing it down. His muscles tensed under his skin.
Erlo raised an eyebrow, stopping a moment in his explanations of unwanted zombies showing up west near Lowestoft, clearly noticing Demetrius’s increasing discomfort.
“Demetrius?” he asked, his tone less commanding and more curious now.
Demetrius nodded quickly, not trusting his voice. His massive chest shuddered as he gulped, throat dry, trying to hold back the sneeze that threatened to erupt at any moment. But Erlo wasn't finished…
“… Right. As I was saying—” Erlo continued, though now his words were little more than a distant hum in Demetrius's ears. Wait, he wasn't done?? Demetrius could almost roll his eyes in exasperation.
Don't sneeze. Don't sneeze.
The words echoed in Demetrius's mind, his entire focus consumed by the effort to suppress. Yet he could feel the pollen tickling every part of him, now buzzing through the uniquely large organ, each short breath drawing in more despite his attempts not to.
His world was getting blurry, but he tried not to dip out of the focus he was forcing. The giant clenched his fists, gritting his teeth so tightly his jaw ached. Each time his chest alarmed him by a sudden jolt and expanded he tried to swallow it down, and for a moment, he thought he might lose the battle. But somehow, he managed to hold it in. He had to cover his face once more during all this as his nose was twitching so violently beneath a hand he thought he looked ridiculous and he refused to put down. His nostrils flared, his muscles tensed and then it passed, the sneeze didn’t come and this scourge cycled.
When Erlo finally finished speaking, Demetrius could only manage a curt nod, praying the conversation wouldn’t continue.
He knew he hadn’t heard a single word his commander had said.
He moved on quickly soon as Erlo uttered "I will see you later" not even bothering saying goodbye to him or courtesy's and perhaps missing that detail...
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Demetrius had moved his way out of the camp and stood at the edge of the forest, away from the bustle of soldiers and strategists, desperate for a moment of solitude. The sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground, but the beauty of the forest did little to distract him from the relentless irritation in his nose. His large nasal passages swelled angrily beneath his skin, a painful protest against the pollen that filled the air, leaving him in a constant state of discomfort.
He couldn't hold out, he just wanted to get out one, one and then done, just for some relief. The persistent titillation of the one thing that was a giant's most delicate feature was like a prickling fire that danced along the flesh inside like it was teasing him.
He sat, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in an effort to induce the relief he so desperately craved. He needed to let it out. It wasn't long after that his massive nostrils flared tremendously, as if yearning for mercy and craving stimulation, fluttering agape in response to the overwhelming urge that ripped through him.
“Hheh… hheh—!” His broad, large nose crumbled at the bridge, excited for the expulsion of the damn irritations.
But just before he could give in to the sensation, he heard the hurried footsteps of a soldier approaching from the camp. Demetrius’s frustration grew as he turned slightly, trying to mask his struggle and choked it down, coughing and gagging a moment before snarling. The last thing he wanted was to be seen in such a vulnerable state.
“Sir!” the soldier called, urgency lacing his voice. “They need you in the war tent! Commander Erlo is waiting for your presence!”
The intrusion shattered his concentration, the tickling spiraling out of his control, ebbing and pulsing like a rubber band snapping. Demetrius could feel his annoyance boiling beneath the surface.
“I’ll be there in a moment,” he said dryly, trying to sound authoritative even as his voice came out thick with congestion.
The soldier hesitated for a moment, clearly unsure of how to proceed.
“But they really need you—”
“I said, I’ll be there!” Demetrius snapped, trying to keep his voice steady and a growl escaping him, shaking the trees and the air itself. The soldier fled, frightened by the loud venom laced spit from the giant and stumbled clumsily back to the camp.
He turned away, hoping to gather himself enough to endure this.
“Hh… Hehd!…”
It's as if his face was melting, he tried to hold it back, to regain some semblance of command over it, but the more he fought against it, the stronger the muscles tightened and argued. His face contorted with the effort and his nose wriggled profusely as if complaining it couldn't get its release. He pinched his nostrils shut, in an attempt to quell this chaos, but all that did was send shockwaves coursing through him. He shuddered, static buzzing around him making his hair float upward.
There was a brief and pregnant pause, but it held long enough for Demetrius to let go of the held breath, exhaling slowly through his mouth. He could feel the pulsing, demanding attention and fruition, but he couldn’t afford to linger.
With a heavy sigh, Demetrius straightened up, knowing he had to return. He couldn’t afford to appear weak or distracted, even if the pollen continued to mock him from every corner of the camp. He took a second, steeling himself, and set off toward the war tent.
Did a fic for a change, woo hoo! And some art. I been practicing some writing lately.
642 words. A very short fic. But Im just testing the waters right now.
As Demetrius, the storm giant, roamed through the ancient woods, the ground trembled beneath his feet. He moved with an imposing yet graceful presence, He was a force of nature, towering among the trees. The sunlight filtered through the canopy above, casting dappled shadows across his massive form. As he walked, his foot struck a cluster of mushrooms nestled in the underbrush, the impact releasing a cloud of iridescent spores that shimmered in the light they swirling into the air, dancing around him like a glistening fog.
The impact sent a cloud of spores inhaling deeply, he took in the spores without a thought, only to be met with an overwhelming irritation in his enormous nasal passages. The moment they touched the sensitive membranes, an irritation flared to life within him. A deep, insistent buzzing ignited within, spreading like wildfire. The tickling quickly intensified, forcing him to fight for control as it built with every passing second. His nostrils flared wide as the sensation grew, a primal urge that took hold of him. A powerful tickle that made his breath hitch unexpectedly. Each breath became a long, torturous hitch, desperate and shaky, as the irritation twisted through him. "Hh-heh!" His nostrils expanded, the delicate skin turning a shade deeper as the sensation became almost unbearable.
His body responded violently to the building pressure; muscles in his massive frame spasmed and twitched, almost reeling with stimulation. The sensation was relentless, pulling rigid every fiber of his being. Each hitch drew in more air, filling his lungs as he fought against the onslaught that threatened to consume him.
“Hh…h-hEh...”
He felt his chest swell with the intensity of his hitches, a rhythm of longing mixed with frustration. He could feel the sting radiating throughout his sinuses, like static electricity crackling just beneath the surface. Each hitch of breath drew in more spores, further stoking the heat behind his eyes. His chest heaved with desperation, each inhale longer and more strained as he tried to stave off the inevitable.
“H…Hdh HhehHDh!”
The world around him blurred as he focused solely on the urge to sneeze coursing through his body. Demetrius could feel the tension coiling within him, and his eyes began to water from the overwhelming sensations.
“Hh…HEHdh!…”
His muscles tightened, rippling under his dark skin as he struggled to hold back the inevitable release. But it was futile. The pressure continued to roil threatening to explode. He clenched his jaw, resisting, but to no avail. His breath came in sharp, wavering gasps, each one a prelude to the monumental release that was incoming. The air crackled with energy and the longer he resisted, the more the torment clawed at him, pushing him to the brink.
“Hhuh…HhEH!…hHHedHH!”
The moment stretched, taut as a bowstring, until at last, the dam broke. He could no longer contain it. With a final, involuntary, drawn-out intake of breath, The world erupted around him and Demetrius let out a tremendous sneeze:
“HhrEH'RSSHHUhHh!!!!”
The sound rolled through the forest like a cataclysmic roar, shaking the very ground beneath him, a force of nature that reverberated across the landscape. Lightning arced from his explosion in a brilliant flash that illuminated the forest in stark contrast, the magic of his release scorched the landscape, splintering wood and igniting foliage in a fierce blaze. The air crackled with energy, and the dirt cracked below his feet as the raw power of his sneeze surged forth.
In the aftermath, Demetrius stood panting, the echoes of his loud sneeze fading into the air and trees blackened, seared and plants around him smoking in a spectacular display of destruction. His body trembled with residual energy. His breath slowly returned to normal as he blinked at at the charred remnants of the forest a testament to the raw power he possessed—a storm unleashed by a single, desperate moment.
