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Hello, I'm Casper! This is a sneeze blog, so if you're not into sneezing, go ahead and move it right along. 😌
This is a sideblog, so if I follow you, it will be from my main account (I won't list it here, but my usernames have a pretty identifiable theme, haha.) I also have a sideblog for tickling, which I would consider to be my "main thing." My username over there is guppygiggles! Admittedly, my interest in sneezing is an offshoot of my interest in tickling, so the art/writing I make tends to be in the same spirit as my tickle art.
In terms of sneezing, this is what I like, and what I will write/draw:
- teasing... lots of teasing
- inducing
- tickling, particularly with feathers
- embarrassment and blushing, in general
- handkerchiefs
- desperation
- colds/allergies
- hitching/gasping
- sick person being comforted
- black pepper, dust, or pollen (pepper is my favorite, though!)
What I will not write/draw:
- mess (will mention but not describe/show in detail)
There's something so wonderfully cartoonish about being made to sneeze from a sniff of pepper, or being made to laugh from a tickle delivered by a feather. It seems too cliché, too fantastical to even work, and yet.
alt text for easier reading but again, sorry for making a post like this and I'll go back to normal posting soon just wanted to reach out in hopes something changes
Boosting this,,! Guys please help my mans I care him & don’t want him to have to loose another pet,, his art is awesome I can guarantee whatever you commission will be wonderful & worthwhile, whether it’s snz or not—
Someone who their partner can tell is HEALTHIER because of their sneezes.
When they first met, the person had small, fittish, exhausting sneezes that left them breathless and extremely congested, but that didn’t relieve them at all because they just didn’t have it in them to sneeze in a way that would.
But after a few months of good meals, more rest, reminders to shower, and plenty of cuddling, it’s like they sneeze like a completely different person. Strong, to-the-point, hitting a distance with their spray — it surprises both of them, even now.
"Oh, cmon. Don't try to deny it. I can see how badly you need to sneeze. Just a little bit more and...'ah...ah-choo!' That'll be you."
"That tickles soo bad, doesn't it? Just a few more seconds of that...come on, 'achoo!' Just like that, hm? 'Achoo!' Come on, you know it's gonna happen..."
"Oh, oh! Up, up...just like that! 'Ah, ah-'! Yes, there we go! Up, and up, 'ah, ah,' and--There we go! 'Achoo', just like I said. Bless you. Alright, now you know better than to try and fight back, right? I'm gonna make you sneeze whether you want to or not, so you might as well just give in...come on now, give us another 'achoo'!"
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I thought some of y’all would enjoy this new D/N/D character I made! His name is Gulliver or Guppy, and he may or may not cause wild magic when he sneezes
I know I've only posted him once but here's like a million sketches of this goofy mf. This is my most furry-bait character, where he's DEFINITELY not human, but also not anthro.
I really love your macro canine character Nolki (hello from FA)! I especially love the image of him curled up on the ground while a micro is near his huge nose. I made a tumblr account just to post this question hehe :3
Love your writing. Can I request a fic where he shyly indulges a micro? Maybe the micro loves the idea of exploring his nose. It could be a fun win-win too, or some other incentive for Nolki agreeing to sniff them around and manhandle him with that big snout! It’s up to you, and plz discard if it’s not smth u wanna do. Love your stuffz!
— urs truly, a nosey secret lurker :3c
Overdoing It - Sicktember Day 23
[SNZ OCS, MxReader]
Characters: Nolki, Andre
Warnings: Claustrophobia, Mess
Summary: 3100 words. Micro-Macro g/t snz, furry (canid) heavy mess at the end (starts nonexistent and gets heavier as the fic progresses). Cold, nasal exploration (micro inside macro’s nose). Andre and Nolki strike up an agreement to help Nolki’s cold and to indulge in Andre’s affinity.
Note: Andre (any pronouns) is less of a new character and more of a stand-in for the anonymous canine featured in tons of fics and art. For the purpose of fics, I wanted to give them a name so I wouldn’t be just saying “the micro, the unnamed canine.” Andre is sort of the anonymous stand-in, so their personality changes as the questions do. Because of that, I’m not going to write them down as a character on this blog! They’re genderfluid (in this fic, using mostly they/them) and may change with future anonymous requests!
By the time their car rumbled to a stop, Andre knew they had driven into a giant’s territory. They were quite far from the city, past the yellow road signs warning travelers of giant’s country up ahead. A land outside of the city’s control, where macros were known to roam peacefully. This would be Andre’s early morning camping spot, where they could watch the world passing by.
They were just finishing setting up their car’s trunk with a sleeping bag and blankets when the ground began shaking. It was gentle, nearly undetectable if you weren’t listening for it, as if the one causing them was being immensely careful about their footfalls. Poking their head near the window, Andre felt their heart rate spike at the sight of two massive legs, larger than anything they’d seen, carefully inching towards their car. They had barely been here an hour, and a giant had already found them!
Giants were friendly folk—Andre had to remind themselves of it. At most, they were recklessly curious, but usually they meant no harm. The little dingo watched as the giant planted a palm against the floor, dropping to a knee, and then a full bow. An olive-toned nose fell into view, blasting warm air against the side of the car and causing the windows to fog up.
“Whoops—! Oh geez,” Andre panicked for a moment, hitting a button to close their trunk and seal them fully inside. They couldn’t help being just a touch frightened. This was a huge person so close! Looking on with great interest, Andre stared as the giant’s nose gently pressed against the back of the car, lifting its hind wheels off the dirt road. As quickly as the nose came up, it pulled away and left behind condensation and mucus. Andre scoffed, pinning his ears. “Good grief, what a nose. A pretty olive color too, so this must be…hmm…”
Under the glove compartment, Andre quickly reached for a small brochure and sat back to pry it open. Local Giants, a booklet they had grabbed from the nearby national park on their way out here. Thumbing through the pages, Andre pulled their lips into a smile as they found a match.
“Nolki. Warden of the Harvest,” Andre read out loud. “Only three out of five on the gentle giant scale? That can’t be right, I barely heard him coming…let’s see, ‘friendly, but immensely curious to a destructive degree. To pass by with little issue, travel in multiple cars, as he is shy around crowds. If traveling alone, resist the urge to speed away; instead, close your windows, park your car, and remain inside—wait for him to lose interest before continuing on.’ Well, he’s not a lousy three on the gentle scale, I’ll say that for cert—woah-!”
The car suddenly jolted from Nolki’s nose pressing against its left side and lifting its left two wheels. Andre tumbled in the back seat, landing roughly on their chest with a winded grunt. They rolled over, quickly using their foot to roll up the window that had been down a touch on the left side.
“You’re just getting a sniff, you aren’t out to get anyone,” Andre concluded confidently. They reached into their picnic basket, kept safely in the trunk, and dunked their hand into a jar of peanut butter. Clambering to the front, they huffed and opened the sunroof halfway, smearing their hand and the glob along the top before quickly ducking back down and closing the roof. The sniffing became more frantic, trailing up to the roof of the car before he reeled away. He licked his septum for a moment, ducked back down, and gingerly combed his tongue along the roof of the car. Andre snickered as they licked the rest of the peanut butter off their own fingers, watching the giant above indulge in the treat.
“Good grief, that nose,” they sighed, eyes widening in disbelief before glaring down at the paper in their lap. “This brochure’s written by a bunch of scaredy cats, clearly! Three out of five, horseshit!”
Bolstered with confidence, Andre snagged the peanut butter and threw the trunk open. They darted out of the car and into the field of tall grass nearby—this was abandoned farmland, and the corn stalks had grown out of hand just past this clearing.
As expected, it didn’t take long for Nolki to notice. Andre looked back to see that his nose had stuck in the open space from Andre’s open door, sniffing around the inside of their car curiously. Then his nose pressed to the dirt ground, drawing up a wafting thread of Andre’s fleeting scent. His nostrils tugged on that strand of scent, pulling himself closer and closer to the source with every huff.
“Hoff—hUFF—snNuff—SNRK!!” It was so turbulent, Andre’s fur blasted every which way as Nolki crept closer. Each snort and inhale sent pebbles and blades of grass launching into the air, and every chuff and exhale made them wobble back and lose their balance. Andre got as far as the edge of the corn field when a long, especially deep inhale sent them off their feet all together. Just as their feet lost the ground, it stopped, and they landed in a heap against a few wayward stalks of corn. They barely had any time to recover before a muzzle poked in between the walls of corn, wide olive nostrils flaring and flexing to show the soft pink flesh just past them.
Good grief. Andre was smitten immediately. Was this love at first sight?? A firm, sturdy septum, two caverns that had to be about five feet tall at full flare? Not too big, yet impossibly deep…Andre was only shaken from their gaze as the nose in front of them sniffed again, and made them inch closer. Andre could see Nolki’s eyes, straining to look at them properly. It made sense. Nolki must have been relying on smell to identify them.
Andre took a few cautious sniffs of their own. Nolki must not have expected someone returning a greeting instead of turning tail, but deep down, Andre knew Nolki was merely checking them out. They could smell it on him. Innocence, curiosity, and ever so slightly weary.
They could smell a cold, too. It wasn’t to say Nolki had bad breath, far from it, with the lingering notes of chamomile and honey! But it was mixed with a prominent tang, a savory scent only associated with a head cold. Though Andre supposed the mucus dripping from his inner nose would hint at that, too.
“Hey there—uff!” A harsh snort of air sent them on their back, and they looked up while shielding their eyes from the sun. Nolki was gesturing down at him; rubbing his palms together, touching his fists with pointer fingers angled up, what was—oh! He was signing at them. Andre only caught the tail end when they realized.
[—meet you, not many are brave enough to realize I’m not a threat, I appreciate it.]
“Uh, nice to meet you too,” Andre replied, assuming the first part of his phrase. They signed back as they continued. “Are you hard of hearing?”
[No. I sign for comfort.] Nolki elaborated. [I don’t like being loud if I don’t have to be.]
They supposed that made sense. Nolki was a giant; something like talking could get disruptive to the environment. Andre couldn’t stop thinking about that stupid booklet—a three out of five, really? They’ve met giants who would’ve eaten them should they have set foot outside of their car. Yet here Andre was, smelling strongly of peanut butter, without so much as a bruise.
“You’re sweet, Nolki, right?”
[That’s right, what’s your name?]
“Andre! I brought some extra peanut butter if you want the rest.”
Andre quickly dunked their hand into the jar and offered it out for Nolki to sniff. Their huge tongue extended, rasping ever so carefully over Andre’s arm again and again to sweep up as much as he could.
As Nolki sniffed, they suddenly paused and pulled away. Andre squinted and creased a brow. They watched Nolki’s nostrils flare before a finger came up to rub at his septum.
“H-hHh..!”
“Uh oh,” Andre’s fur prickled. Nolki sucked in a shaky breath and just as quickly let out a trembling sigh. “…oh…?”
“HH-hhh….” It seemed what was going to be a sneeze fizzled out.
“Lost it?”
Nolki nodded and brought up their hands. [I’m sorry. It’s a cold. My nose is really sensitive, but I haven’t been able to sneeze.]
“Aw shucks…hate when that happens!” They laughed wearily, “Here, come here, I can help you out!”
The small canine blinked with a sobering thought. What did they just suggest? Did they really say that out loud?? Were they an idiot?? That was such an odd question. Who in their right mind would take that up—
Andre gasped in alarm as Nolki’s firm septum came down to smother them against the tall grass. They desperately held onto the inner rims of his nose as they were dragged across the dirt several feet from the impact. The nostrils above them flared, and two large huffs felled stalks of corn around them.
“GhhHakk!!”
Amongst the clouds of dust and dirt, Andre could barely squeeze themselves out from under his nose. But good grief, did that thing know how to track. It must have been just as sensitive to touch as Nolki was insisting, considering how quickly Nolki registered that Andre was no longer there and lifted his snout. Three thick snuffles sucked up the floating dust and dirt that had lingered, and the edges of his nares quivered in irritation.
“Careful with that thing,” Andre mumbled as Nolki approached. The sniffing responsively became more gentle to match his voice. When his muzzle came to a rest, the macro let out a trembling sigh. A soft, gentle plea was whispered with it, barely audible despite his gargantuan size.
Andre inched forward and reached a hand just past his nostrils. Slick warm nasal tissues felt almost velvety at this height difference. It was incredibly slippery, but soft, with a considerable amount of give.
They were admittedly a bit mesmerized at the view ahead, too. A pair of warm tunnels, stretching back to a depth they couldn’t make out with their own eyes. The nostrils were barely tall enough for Andre to evade a nagging claustrophobia deep in their chest.
“Okay, how can I help ya, big guy?”
“I-I just,” Nolki whispered shyly. It made sense that he was speaking now, given Andre wouldn’t have been able to see what Nolki was signing. Still, his voice caught them off guard. The poor thing sounded so mortified and miserable, whimpering before continuing, “c-could you help me sneeze..? I just need someone to tickle it…”
They felt their chest flutter at a wayward thought, suddenly. Andre could root around in there if they were so compelled—the clear, thick mucus pooling in the back of his nose would be more than enough to aid their venture, and squeeze into whatever was deeper still. Not only could they, but Nolki had asked them to, requested it of them. Was this the thrill of a micro that Andre had always dreamed of?
“No problem, bud!” They responded, grasping the rim of his nostril. “Ehheh—uhh, one tickle, coming right up, I guess! Just give me a sec, let me put a head lamp on.”
Andre returned after a long detour to their car. With a grunt, Andre hoisted themselves up so that they were on their knees, crouching inside the large Giant’s nose. They pressed a palm against the inner flesh and trailed it down across it. Alarmingly, the entire area around them trembled and flexed, causing Nolki’s left nostril to lift higher. The micro slid down onto their stomach with a sound of delight.
“Gosh, to think such a tiny hand could work you up so much,” Andre sneered, kicking their legs that still protruded from his nostril. “It’s not too much, right? I’m not overdoing it?”
“M-nNhhHh!” Nolki made an attempt to respond, but flinched as Andre’s fingers danced across his sensitive flesh. “H-hHhaah..!! Hehh..!”
“Oh, poor thing…! So so sensitive in here..! Take it easy, deep breaths…”
Andre propped their chin on their palms, elbows sinking into the soft, bouncy flesh. They looked around, besotted by the warm and cozy sight. There was nothing better in their mind than to bear witness to the trouble they would soon inflict, and they returned to the process, running a dull claw along his inner nasal walls. Andre watched on with a closed-mouth grin—the way Nolki’s nasal walls themselves had a mind of their own and flinched away from their touch ignited something within them. Andre gathered a handful, feeling the flesh tense and sending ripples across the claustrophobic cavern. Responsively, Nolki’s nostril flared around them, pouring more natural light into the crawlspace.
“H-hHeh-!” Nolki huffed once and let out a whispered whine. “Hihh- hhHHhh…!”
“Oh wow, you are sneezy today..!” They praised, swirling their rough fingerpad against his silky inner nose. “Unless this is your norm, mm? Just one finger is making a giant like you ticklish in here?”
Nolki’s lip quivered. His muzzle scrunched, folding up like a smushed rug under Andre’s knees. Andre barely had a moment to comprehend why Nolki had done that when the giant suddenly curled their lip and lifted their upper jaw. Andre’s flat surface suddenly tilted 45 degrees, sending them flat on their chest and looking forward at the depths of Nolki's inner nose.
“SnrRf-hff! Snrffle—hFFf!” His nostrils flexed, and each breath bombarded Andre with turbulent wind. Andre made a desperate grab for the flesh underneath them, locking their legs on the outside of Nolki’s nostril to prevent them from getting immediately sucked in by the force.
“Whoa—! H-hey! Easy there!!” Andre yelped, splaying their arms out in a slowly failing attempt to keep themselves upright. Andre was effectively wriggling now, and they didn’t doubt it was distractingly itchy! “What are you—?! Hey!!”
Andre was slightly winded already, leaving them almost completely unprepared when Nolki smothered their nose to the dirt. He was slowly rubbing his septum on the grassy ground, trying immensely to keep the tickle at bay.
“Don’t rub at your nose while I’m in here! And don’t sniff so hard..!”
“snFF-! H-h-hhdih..! snRK-!” Clearly involuntary and reactive, but too strong nonetheless. One of Nolki’s nostrils had flared wider with the violent snort, plunging Andre into its depths. With their arms already splayed, one arm shot in front of them while the other slipped to their side. They slid along the slick floor until they were firmly lodged where Nolki’s nasal walls were much…less roomy.
They grunted, completely immersed in the feverish warmth. The area around them was a bit of a squeeze, clearly from the inflammation and congestion this giant was suffering from. It was hard to move accurately here; in fact, it was hard to move at all.
“Nolki,” Andre’s voice echoed around them as they spoke. Their heart pounded in their ears suddenly. Their hands tried to get a stable grip, but Nolki’s nose was far too slippery. “Nolki, wait—! I-I’m stuck, Nolki, I’m stuck!”
Andre tried not to sound panicked, but it was leaking into every word. What if Andre couldn’t get out? Was this like quicksand—was squirming around only wedging them deeper? They froze at the thought, ears pinned.
After taking a moment to breathe, they began rationalizing. Andre’s been…admittedly deeper than here before, with other macros, it just usually wasn’t so puffy around them! They had contacts, too; they could give Nolki an address for folks who could definitely help if necessary. They would be fine if they kept their cool! Besides…it was mesmerizing in here, the light from their headlamp was bathing everything in a warm amber glow.
Something brushed against their tail—a big, smooth claw which felt around for them gingerly. Andre lifted their tail out of the way. “H-hold on, you’ll only push me in more if you try and pull me out—!”
Meanwhile, outside, Nolki pinned his ears and moved their dull claw from their inner nose, where Andre’s tail was just barely visible. Their shoulders jumped with the sensation of Andre’s tail sweeping against his sensitive inner nose.
“HHihh! hhHehh!” It was coming far faster than he could control, “HDDTSSHhhww!!” The sneeze rushed through him, fierce and quick. He felt Andre significantly shift, and the wriggling became more pronounced and less constrained—that definitely loosened them a bit, and Andre confirmed it from within.
“Wait—wait, that helped, I can press my foot—..!”
Andre curled their spine and shifted to a crouch, planting one foot on Nolki’s nasal wall. They had worked themselves into a position where their bent leg anchored them and were slowly pushing to wedge themselves loose. Their tail began wagging quickly, intentionally brushing along the floor of Nolki’s nose.
“h-Hhihh!” A tickle he couldn’t escape from, practically taunting him from within. The thought of Andre’s tail being the cause of it made Nolki’s nostrils flare with irritation as they heaved in two more unsteady breaths. “HH-hhhHh! HhH—!!”
Agh, he was stuck; he cupped his paws over his itching nose. He rubbed it a few times through shaky breaths, tears slipping down his long muzzle. “Hhh…hhHhihh! IhhHHHhh!! IDDTT’SCHhfff!!”
Nolki grit their teeth and sneezed more violently through their nose. There was a satisfying release of pressure as he felt his little friend dislodge and be sent running into Nolki’s waiting palms. Worriedly, he looked them over as they sat up.
“I’m okay..! I’m okay…” Andre spoke quickly, wiping down their slick fur, “I’m okay, just a bit frazzled—are you okay?? You’re noddi—good, good.”
Andre couldn’t help an embarrassed laugh while Nolki whimpered and nodded along. “I think I was overdoing it, huh?? I forgot your nose would be more inflamed with a cold!”
Andre was gently rolled off Nolki’s paw so he could sign through his sniffles. [You cleared my sinuses, strange! Glad you’re alright.]
“Call it…unforeseen side effects, I guess.” Andre shrugged. “Bless you, by the way.”
How silly is it to have a living doodle? Some little guy who responds to the cursor or pencil that draws them?? Who is also extremely ticklish with any sort of coloring??
NOTHING just your fave limping in late to the function, peeling off their sopping wet jacket, then knocking over the entire coat rack trying to quietly hang it up. When someone comes over all soft and concerned and asks if they’re okay, all they can manage is a tremendous sneeze.
Imagine a polycule or particularly affectionate housemates on Christmas and one of them has a cold. The others then dote on them and spoil them all day, taking turns cuddling them and bringing them whatever they need as they stay wrapped up warm in front of the fireplace. The Christmas tree glowing warmly in the corner as snow falls outside lending everything a sort of wholesome charm, like an old fashioned Christmas card.
Not to be like, crude or anything but nothing has made me feel confident about my big nose like the snz community has. 🫠 I used to really hate this aspect of myself. Over time I kinda grew to feel neutral about it in a "it's just my body" kind of way but acknowledging it as something others might find attractive has really changed how I feel about it for the better
