WARNING: If you don't like this f3t!sh, I ask you to keep your comments to yourself and go straight back to where you came from :)
Hi, I introduce myself, I'm SnzOpossum (I genuinely can't think of a smart nickname-), I am an artist who is currently studying graphic design, my absence is noted by not publishing as often as I would like (also the fact that sometimes I do not have the necessary motivation to do what I like), I make this post to explain things about myself and this blog.
I am a 21-year-old person with ADHD from Latin America, so I apologize if I make grammatical or spelling errors since my native language is Spanish.
These are some of my rules before interacting with me:
Although I don't really like using a defined pronoun because I am still discovering myself as a person. For now, I prefer to be referred to with masculine pronouns.
This is a safe place for minorities, it doesn't matter if you are POC or if you are trans non-binary, etc, You are welcome to my burrow, BUT If you are a person who has done questionable actions such as harassing someone through anonymity or worse things, then stay away from me.
"Actions speak louder than words"
Pls Minors under 18 or Ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT either with my blog, ask, or chat.
Also this rule of interacting with my blog applies to blogs nothing to do with snz f3t!sh
And if you are 18 or older and with a snz f3t!sh blog or a blog of another f3t!sh that doesn't hurt ANYONE You are free to ask questions about my characters or maybe requests related to the snz fetish
-As for the ask and request, I will kindly ask you not to ask me about fandoms, mainly because I want to remain a low profile, and I prefer to be known for my characters than for popular characters.
I think that would be all, thank you for taking your time to read and I hope you have a nice day.
Okayyyy howdy, hi! Things aren't going well and I'm a week away from not having a place to live, soooo — minimum 10 USD pay what you want halfbody sketch comms and possibly "semi personalized" snz wavs for the same price! (Only if people aren't too weird about it though)
Simple Ko-fi commission post for this because it's easier to handle than PayPal — no real slot limit, I need to make about 3,000 USD in total to get one more month to figure something out. I can't promise that I'll realistically be able to finish possible comms in a super quick timeframe, so please consider that before buying (I'm sorry T.T)
Terms for the sketch comms and (possible) wavs are in the Ko-fi page linked above!
Also, if you're willing and VERY able to do so, any donations are extremely appreciated! Far beyond appreciated, honestly: Ko-fi link HERE
Don't you ever revisit snz art and just go "HOW THE F*CK DID I PULL THAT OFF???"
This is related to my personal debate about whether to do snz art related to my interests (Shows, games, and books), this led me to revisit snz art that's been gathering cobwebs and dust on my laptop FOR MONTHS while dealing with college stress, this is part of a mini comic i did back in FRIGGING MAY, and I swear I don't want to look like I'm auto glazing myself or something, LIKE DEADASS I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA HOW I DID THIS WITH FAITH AND A GLUESTICK
i might post this comic after i do some fixes after months- (June to be exact LOL)
Doesn't it happen to you that you watch a series or a movie, and not even a day goes by and it just consumes part of your mind to the point that you imagine a bunch of snz scenarios in your head?
Like kind of
"What would this character be like if they were defeated by a feverish, out-of-control cold?
And if they had allergies, what would cause it?"
I'm genuinely considering breaking one of my blog rules cuz i'm at my limit of not doing snz art of characters that exist in media i like-
Prompt used: Sneezing causing someone to lose their video game.
This is for the oc server prompt exchange, to make it more fun I decided to let the dice decide (It's addictive rolling dice for anything this is a cry for help-)
I'm so sorry anon for the delay-, and i hope you enjoy it! :3
After a long week of work, Cactus has a surprise for Rose.
“Rose, check it out! Tada!!”
Stood proudly in front of his work, a currently dress-clad Cactus motioned at the completely clean living room. Sweat was dripping down his forehead from the effort, though he did not care in the slightest.
“What- what is this, Cactus? Did you do the spring cleaning?” Rose stared on in awe, hanging up his coat quickly and jogging into the flat proper.
Cactus laughed, a wide and sharp grin gracing his features, “Sure did! Weather was nice, you were at work, I had the day off… The perfect storm!”
Rose was stunned, unable to stop staring at his boyfriend’s handiwork.
“You did all of it…? You didn’t have to do that! I could have helped!”
The shorter man shook his head with a smirk.
“I only got the one maid dress.”
The florist finally paid full attention to Cactus, taking in his figure. He wasn’t sure whether to blush, laugh, or both. It fit him surprisingly well! Showed off his legs, his arms, and the cute patches of vitiligo on them that he didn’t often get to see. Ooh, his neck, too, if he peeked past the frilly choker.
“I suppose you’re not wrong.” He smiled, leaning in and giving him a soft kiss, lips barely grazing, “But to do all this by yourself… You do too much for me. You’re adorable.”
“H-Hehe… You have no idea how much of a pain-in-the-ass it was! I mean, it was my own fault, check out what I used!” Cactus giggled, pulling out from behind him his chosen instrument, wielding it with the pride of a kid who just found a big stick.
An almost cartoonish feather duster. Rose’s nose scrunched up just seeing it. He did the whole place with that? God- he could see the dust clouding off it with each movement.
“W-Why?” He sniffed reflexively, regretting his action immediately as the itch in his nose started to blossom, “Why not use a… I don’t know, a damp cloth? A regular duster?” Oh god, his eyes were starting to itch.
“Huh? I mean, this is like… It’s the image, y’know? Even if nobody was here ta see it, I gotta commit. It’s pretty cute, right?”
Rose snorted, his laughter only serving to make him breathe in more irritants, “Oh my god, you… Haha! That’s typical of you, I suppose I shouldn’t expect anything elhhh-!”
Cactus blinked. He broke out of his excited haze and paid attention to how Rose was looking. That hitch sounded needy, almost desperate. His eyes were starting to look glassy and twitchy, and irritated tears began swelling. His nose looked just as tickly as Rose hitched, and hitched, and… Stopped. Why did he stop? Wouldn’t it feel better to let himself sneeze?
‘I can’t… Not while he’s watching me like that… He worked so hard, and for what? For me to have a stupid bloody allergy attack?’
“You okay? You look itchy, did something happen? Don’t tell me you walked home through the dog park again…”
“Nn… Nuh… No… Not today…” Rose scrubbed at his nose, a harsh sniff accompanying the motion. He realised belatedly that he could have lied, and pinned the blame on literally anything but the soft, fluffy, and dust-filled instrument in his boyfriend’s hand.
Cactus stood on tiptoes and leaned in closer, a large hand cupping Rose’s cheek and their foreheads touching, “Comin’ down with another cold?”
Shaking his head in a way that didn’t convince Cactus at all, Rose pulled away from him in panic.
“Yuh huh, yeah, ‘fide’ indeed.” Cactus placed his hands on his hips, the offending item shaking out more dust at being disturbed.
“Just… Sobethi’g id the air.” Rose sniffled again, annoyed at his body for reacting so quickly to the dust and making a mess of himself. God. Cactus could do so much better than him. He’s so handsome. So manly. So cute. Domestic househusband. Soft and cuddleable. Stupid. Perfect.
While Rose’s thoughts ran away with him, Cactus looked on in confusion. He was staring again, with that dumb gay smile on his face. Cac never quite understood what Rose saw in him, but it definitely wasn’t what *he* saw in the mirror. Well, he wouldn’t complain! If Rose saw something he liked, who was he to deny that? Cactus decided to do something about Rose’s current predicament, since the florist was distracted. He lifted the feather duster to his boyfriend’s face and waved it gently under his freckled nose, watching the soft barbs brush pinkened nostrils and dust waft up in plumes.
“G-Ggh-aagh!! C-Cactus, what are you doing?!” Rose smashed a cupped hand over his nose, though it was far too late.
“I’m helpin’. You looked real tickly.”
“H-Helping? It’s that thing that’s made this happen in the first place!!” He shrieked, “Ah- oops.”
Rose turned beet red, a second hand coming up to cover a cheek. He didn’t mean to snap, nor did he mean to admit the course of his nasal troubles. He just… He got so embarrassed when sneezing in front of him.
Cactus gave him a smirk, pulling the feather duster away.
“Ohhh, I get it. I forget that you’re allergic to dust sometimes. Hah, my bad! You know, though? It’s pretty cute. Your face under here…” He pulled at Rose’s hands, prying them from his face to reveal a running, twitchy nose, “Your expression is way adorable. Hehe, you gotta sneeze real bad, dontcha? Remember what I taught you?”
‘Remember? Remember? What you taught me is engraved in my mind and will never leave, thank you very much!’ Rose could still hardly believe what Cactus had done for him – he’d induced using a pointed tissue right in front of him, just to prove a point about how ‘hard’ a sneeze should be! How did he learn that?! Rose’d nearly died on the spot, fairly sure steam literally rose from his head from how much he was blushing at the time.
That, and now this? Cactus had never said it outright, and he wouldn’t be able to pull an admission from Rose’s dead corpse, but… Surely, this meant something? He knew about his… Affinity? This isn’t the sort of thing a normal person would do for another normal person.
Though, that does assume that they’re both normal.
“C-Cactus, let go. Let me… Let…” Rose struggled, “I h-have to…”
“Then do it.”
Rose’s cheeks burned hot in embarrassment, what made Cac think he could just sneeze? Let them out? On him?!
“N-no, I… I can’t just- i-iih- h-haa-aah-!!”
“C’moooon, you can do it. I believe in you,” The shorter man didn’t let his hands go, pulling closer while teasing him, “So… You understand what to do, mmm? Take a deep breath in, let your allergies overtake you, let it fill you… All that dust I swept up is bothering you, so it’s time to get it all out.”
Rose’s eye was twitching, nose scrunching. Even the clear mess dripping down his philtrum was torturing him, and Cactus just. Wouldn’t. Move.
He let out a strangled whimper, allergic tears making his vision swim. It wasn’t long before the intense tickle forced his eyes closed, and the tears fell down his cheeks.
“Hh– Iigh– n-no… I… IIghHTt-!! GgsSHh! GGshTTt!!” the attempted stifles sounded pathetic, honestly, even to himself. He heard Cactus laughing; a soft chuckle, and one that made Rose’s cheeks burn bright red.
“Bless you, baby. Come on, I know you got more in ya. You can do it. You don’t gotta hold back just for lil’ old me.”
“Hh-hhaAAah..!! Oh my god, Cac, you’re e-evil…!” Rose whined, glasses even steaming up from how embarrassed he was, “...Nnn… this is… torture.”
Cactus grinned, looking up devilishly. He leaned slightly closer, a playful lilt in his voice, “What, need more help?”
The red-haired man groaned, rolling his eyes. “Your ‘help’ so far h-hhaahs been a touch dubious, to put it lightly. Nngh- I must be positively repulsive right now… Hh-hhaAH!! hHg-GGshHTtchew!! HhagTSHHh!! TTshh-Iishh-SShhiiuu! Hh-iggSSHh! Haah-aasHHEW!! Ghhwaaah, oh my godddd… hhpTtshUu!!”
He was a mess. And Cactus was still holding onto him, a slightly softer smile on his face now.
“Bless you. See? Much easier when you let them out.” the blond let his boyfriend go, rummaged in his nearby hoodie’s pocket for a light purple handkerchief, and pressed it into Rose’s palm.
“You…” the cloth was gratefully taken, then used to blow his nose and clean himself up, “I don’t understand you sometimes. You’re… you’re absurd.”
“Ah, but ya love me.”
“That I do, dear.” Rose performatively raised the hand still clutching the handkerchief, “I’ll need to keep using this for the rest of the night, you know.”
“Yeah, ‘spected as much. Uh, by the way…”
“Mm?”
“How do you clean a feather duster?”
“Wh– t-take it outside!!!”
A special b-day gift for my bestie, Veer! You’ve been such a wonderful friend and i wish you an amazing day filled with joy, love, and all the things that make you happy.
