I’m 20 and I barely use this blog recently BUT I SWEAR IM STILL ACTIVE
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• I record wavs sometimes and can typically be a little sneezy regularly!
• I am a mess fucker and FICTIONAL contagion whore, so I have a preference towards illness/colds over allergies but sneeze is sneeze.
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• I do roleplay so feel free to ask about that!
• I sometimes write and have done in the past but probably won’t post any of it like my sneeze recordings unless somehow I change my mind.
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I really like the kinda connotations of sneezing ‘into’ something versus ‘onto’ something. Cause like they can be used in like very similar circumstances but will give a completely different sense and meaning to the action.
Like sneezing ‘into’ a partners test as compared to ‘onto’ a partners chest. Two similar things but with slight differences.
Strength determines how powerful your sneeze is. Not necessarily how loud it is, but how strong; how intense; how desperate your sneezes are.
Dexterity is how quickly you can react to a sneeze, obviously--how quickly you cover, stick a finger under your nose, get a tissue or cloth out, whatever. Also determines how well you can do things while sneezing (like getting a tissue out).
Constitution is how well you can hold back a sneeze. Determines how sensitive you are to different potential irritants, and obviously how good your immune system is. Also how well you can handle illness, of course.
Intelligence is understanding how sneezing works, on terms of mechanical action. It's also a measure of your proficiency for inducing--how much you know about making somebody sneeze (whether yourself or someone else). Understanding how the immune system works, and knowing ways to strengthen and weaken it. Intelligence is knowing that sneezing into your hand spreads disease. Intelligence is knowing that holding a sneeze in is bad for you.
Wisdom is knowing that sneezing into your hand is gross, and that holding in a sneeze sucks. Wisdom is putting two and two together that that facial expression means they have to sneeze. Wisdom is clueing into the fact that one of your companions is sick before they do. Wisdom is hearing somebody sneeze and noticing something unusual about it, like that they're sneezing with more intensity when they get near a certain flower, or that they're especially desperate today. As much as intelligence is know-how for inducing, wisdom is intuition. Wisdom guides you, informs you what areas tickle more and gives you a feel for making someone sneeze.
Charisma is the ability to play off a sneeze; to explain your symptoms away as nothing; to convince others you are fine when you are not. To intimidate your companions into not daring to make light of your illness. To make your sneeze sound cuter, or louder, more obnoxious, quieter, etc. To convince others to take care of you while sick.
Someone with such an obvious cold, red nose, sniffling and wiping their nose on a crumpled tissue.
When sneezes hit they only turn to their side, no attempt to cover and sneeze down towards the floor, obvious mess dripping down from each sneeze onto the floor. There’s a pause in between each where just when you think they’ve done they start up again.
It’s almost as if you can feel your own nose itch and a tickle in your throat from just simply being near them.
Ice skating scenario cause ice skating is peak and very fun.
The idea of not fully being able to tell if someone's sick on the ice or whether its just typical ice skater moments. Red nose? The cold typically makes it go that colour. Sniffly? Cold air always makes the nose run. Tissues kept near? Prepared for when their nose does get runny. Flushed cheeks? Excersising and mixed with the cold air yet again.
Perhaps the only true way to tell is from the skating performance itself. They seem extra wobbly or not turning as often/ as well as usual could be a big sign that maybe, just maybe, they're feeling a little worse for wear.
Tags/Warnings: male sneezes, allergies, hayfever, induced sneezes, mess
Summary: Its hayfever season on the farm, and Thomas Granger hasn't taken his allergy meds.
Note: This story is based on a scenario prompt originally posted by @stargazersnz
Pollen Season on Granger Farm
Dawn crept slowly over the hills, painting the fields in pale gold. The farm looked peaceful from a distance—rolling paddocks, weathered fences, and a long red barn sitting quietly under the wide morning sky. But inside the farmhouse, peace was the last thing Thomas Granger was experiencing.
“Ahh… huh-huh… HUHH—”
Thomas stood hunched over the kitchen sink, one hand braced against the counter while the other clutched a crumpled handkerchief. His tall, broad-shouldered frame trembled as his breath hitched helplessly.
“HHH’KSHHOOO! KSHHOO! HH’RRSHHOO!!”
The explosive sneezes echoed through the quiet house. He groaned miserably, pressing the handkerchief harder against his nose as it continued to twitch.
“Good lord…” he muttered hoarsely, sniffling thickly.
His nose had been running since the moment he woke up. It felt swollen and itchy, the inside prickling with that familiar, maddening tickle he knew far too well. His eyes were watery and red, and every few seconds he had to drag in a sharp sniff just to keep his nose from dripping outright.
Thomas blew his nose hard.
“Hnnnrrrk!”
The sound echoed embarrassingly loud in the kitchen. He wiped his nose and sniffed again, but it was already filling back up.
“Should’ve taken the pills…” he muttered.
For the past few days, though, he’d been convinced he didn’t need them anymore. The pollen season had been brutal that year—weeks of constant sneezing fits, itchy eyes, and misery—but lately his symptoms had seemed to calm down. Two quiet mornings in a row had convinced him that maybe, just maybe, his allergies had finally eased up.
Apparently, they had not.
Thomas grabbed a mug of coffee and stepped outside onto the porch, hoping the cool morning air would clear his head. Instead, the moment he inhaled, the scent of fresh hay and wild grasses drifted through the air.
His nose twitched instantly.
“Oh no…”
He barely had time to set the mug down before his breath began to hitch again.
“Heeh… eeehhh… Hahhh!”
His broad chest heaved as he tried to fight it off, pinching his nose with the handkerchief.
It didn’t help.
“HHH’KSHHOOO!!”
The sneeze doubled him over. At six-four, Thomas was a big man, and his sneezes were big, too.
“EEHH-KSHHH! HA-KSHHOO! Huhh...AAARRSHHOO!!”
Three more followed in violent succession, snapping his head forward each time. By the end of it he was panting, eyes squeezed shut, nose streaming.
“Snff...snf...ugh…”
He wiped his nose again, but the relief lasted barely a moment.
The fields stretched wide around the farmhouse, dotted with golden hay bales from the previous day’s work. The sun warmed them quickly, releasing clouds of pollen and dust into the air.
Exactly the kind of air Thomas was horribly allergic to.
“Great timing,” he grumbled thickly.
Unfortunately, the animals still needed feeding.
He trudged toward the barn, sniffling every few steps. His boots crunched over gravel as he tried unsuccessfully to keep his nose from running.
“Snff… snf… snrrf…”
Inside the barn, the smell of hay hit him like a wall.
His nose twitched violently.
“Oh, no, no —HAAAHHH’KSHHH!”
The sneeze burst out before he could even reach for the handkerchief.
“HAA’KSHOO! HAARESSHHOO!!”
Dust puffed off the hay bales as he stumbled forward, sneezing helplessly into his sleeve.
The cows looked up with mild curiosity as their farmer stood in the aisle, completely helpless.
“Heehh… hyeehhh…”
He tried to breathe through his mouth.
Bad idea.
The tickle intensified instantly.
“Haahhh—AAAKSHHHOOO!!”
He groaned and grabbed the handkerchief again, blowing his nose loudly.
PSSSHHHKK!
It did absolutely nothing.
***
By the time he finished feeding the animals, Thomas had sneezed at least twenty times. His nose was bright red, the skin around it irritated from constant wiping, and his eyes watered so badly he could barely see straight.
And still, the sneezing wasn’t done with him.
He stepped back outside, hoping the fresh air might help.
Instead, his breath hitched again.
“Hiiih… huh—huuuhh—”
His shoulders rose with another helpless breath.
“Hh’TSHHOOO! Ahh… KSHHOO!!”
He staggered slightly, groaning.
“Why… snf… why today…”
The sky above had begun to change while he was inside the barn. Dark clouds were gathering slowly over the hills, thick and heavy.
A distant rumble of thunder rolled across the valley.
Thomas barely noticed.
He was too busy sneezing again.
“HHHAAA’KSHHOO!!”
***
The first raindrops began to fall about an hour later.
At first it was just a light sprinkle, tapping softly against the barn roof and dampening the dusty ground. The smell of wet earth rose into the air.
It quickly began to fall more steadily, drumming against the barn roof and soaking the thirsty fields. The dry haze that had hung over the farm all morning slowly disappeared as the rain dragged pollen and dust down to the ground. The air smelled fresh—cool, damp earth instead of sun-baked hay.
Thomas sat on the porch steps, elbows resting on his knees, a wrinkled handkerchief dangling from one hand. His nose was still pink and irritated , but at least the violent attacks seemed to have stopped.
For a while he simply listened to the rain.
He took a cautious breath through his nose.
It was cool and damp instead of dusty. His swollen sinuses relaxed slightly, and he let out a tired sigh.
“Well… that’s better,” he muttered.
He sniffed once.
Then again.
For a moment he thought he might finally be in the clear.
But deep inside his sinuses, somewhere far behind the bridge of his nose, a faint prickling sensation stirred.
Thomas froze.
“…oh no.”
The tickle was different from the brutal hay-dust irritation he’d been battling all morning. This one was deeper, buried somewhere in the passages behind his nose where he couldn’t reach it.
It tingled.
Then it faded.
He waited. Nothing happened.
Thomas sniffed cautiously.
“Snf…”
The tickle returned instantly.
“Huuhh…”
He straightened slightly, eyes narrowing as the sensation crept along the inside of his sinuses like a feather brushing somewhere just out of reach.
“Hah… haahhh…”
His breath began to hitch.
He raised the handkerchief instinctively.
“Haahh—”
The sneeze didn’t come. The tickle vanished.
Thomas blinked in confusion.
“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He lowered the handkerchief and rubbed under his nose, which had started twitching again.
“Snf—snrrf.”
The rain continued to fall gently around the farmhouse.
For a moment everything was quiet again.
“Huh… heehh… huuhhh…”
His breath hitched a second time. His head tilted slightly back, nostrils flaring as the tickle surged upward again.
“Heeehhh—”
Nothing.
The sensation disappeared again, leaving him hanging there with his mouth half open.
Thomas groaned.
“Oh come on…”
He scrubbed at his nose irritably.
“Snff—snff!”
The tickle flared again the moment he inhaled.
“Huh… aaahh… AAAHHH…”
His eyes squinted shut as he waited helplessly for the sneeze that refused to arrive.
“Huuuhhh—”
It vanished. Again. He let out a frustrated grunt.
This was almost worse than the earlier sneezing fits. At least those had actually happened. This was just torture; his sinuses constantly threatening to sneeze but never quite committing.
He sat there another minute.
“Hiih… huhh…”
His nose twitched repeatedly.
False start.
“Snf.”
Another one.
“Huuhh—”
Nothing.
Thomas rubbed his face in exasperation.
“Good grief…”
The rain pattered steadily against the porch roof while he sat there, trapped in an endless cycle of building sneezes that refused to come out.
After the sixth or seventh false start, he stood up with a weary sigh and went inside.
The warm farmhouse smelled faintly of soup and fresh bread. His wife, Callie, stood at the kitchen counter slicing vegetables, humming softly to herself.
Despite how miserable he felt, he still took a moment to take in the sight of her in her figure-hugging denim jeans and pink tanktop. Her wavy golden-blonde hair was pulled up in a messy bun.
She glanced up when he walked in.
Her expression softened immediately.
“Tommy," she said in a sugared tone, as though speaking to an adorable puppy. "You look miserable.”
Thomas sniffled thickly.
“I was doing alright for a minute,” he said hoarsely. “Rain knocked the pollen down.”
Callie nodded knowingly.
“That’s good, isn’t it?”
“Well…” He rubbed his nose again. “Mostly.”
Right on cue—
“Heh…”
His breath caught sharply.
“Heh—heh—heeehhh—”
Margaret watched with mild concern as he froze in place, eyes squinting shut.
“Huuuhhhh—”
Nothing happened. He deflated with a groan.
“Oh, baby," she cooed. "Is it stuck?”
He nodded and sniffed again, his nose twitching restlessly.
“Feels like it’s just sitting way up here somewhere,” he said, gesturing vaguely at the bridge of his nose.
Callie smiled sympathetically.
“I know that feeling.”
Thomas sniffled again.
“Snf… guhh…”
His breath caught once more.
“Haah—aaaahhh—”
He waited. The tickle faded again.
He groaned loudly.
“Oh for heaven’s sake!”
Margaret chuckled softly.
“You poor thing.”
Thomas leaned against the counter, eyes watering slightly from the constant irritation.
“Callie…”
“Yes?”
He hesitated, clearly embarrassed.
“…Could you maybe… help me get it out?”
She raised an eyebrow.
“How?”
He gestured awkwardly toward his nose.
“Tickle it or something.”
Callie laughed, but not in a cruel way.
“You want me to make you sneeze?”
Thomas sniffled miserably.
“If it gets rid of this damn tickle, yes. Please?"
She considered him for a moment, amused.
“Well,” she said, glancing around the kitchen. “I suppose we can try. Sit down, honey.”
He sat at the kitchen table as she walked over to the windowsill where she had placed a large brown feather they suspected had been dropped by a hawk last summer. She picked it up thoughtfully.
Thomas eyed it nervously.
“That thing looks dangerous.”
She smiled sweetly.
“You asked.”
He sighed and tilted his head back slightly.
“Alright… go on then.”
Callie stepped closer.
“Hold still.”
Thomas inhaled carefully through his mouth as she brought the feather toward his nose.
The moment the tip brushed the underside of his nose, his entire body jerked.
“Hah!”
His breath hitched violently.
"Ooh, so sensitive already," she said with a smile. She teased his nose again.
“Heh… ehh…AHHH—”
He sighed as the itch faded again. She gave him a sympathetic smile.
"My poor love," she said. "Guess I'll have to take it up a notch. Try to keep still, okay honey?"
He nodded, snuffling, and tipped his head back again.
This time, she inserted the tip of the feather into his left nostril, twirling it just a bit.
"C'mon, baby," she said. "You can do it. Sneeze for me."
Thomas didn't need to be told twice.
"Huh...HUH!! Ca-Callie, I'm guhh...I'm gonna—"
Callie barely had time to pull the feather back before Thomas doubled over.
“HHH’KSHHHOOO!!”
The explosive sneeze burst out with tremendous force.
“KSHHOO!! Aah...haaahh...HH’RRSHHOO!!”
His shoulders snapped forward with each one, his handkerchief barely catching them.
But the tickle wasn’t done.
His breath hitched wildly again.
“Heh...heehhh...HAAAHHH!”
Callie stepped back quickly.
“Oh dear.”
“HHH’KSHHOO!! KSHHOO!! HEEEERRRSHHOOO!!”
The sneezes roared out of him in a helpless barrage, each louder than the last. He bent forward over the kitchen table, shoulders shaking as the fit completely took over.
“Nyehh...heh...HH’KSHHOO!! AKSHHH! KSHHOO!!”
By the time it finally slowed, Thomas was panting, eyes watery. His nose was bright red again and it was running. He pulled his handkerchief from the pocket of his jeans and gave it a loud, wet blow.
HRRRRKKKK!!
Callie gently rubbed his back.
“Well,” she said kindly. “Did that help?”
Thomas sniffed cautiously.
The deep, teasing tickle was finally gone.
He let out a tired, relieved sigh.
“…Yeah.”
He sniffled again and gave her a grateful smile.
"Thanks, baby."
“That sounded like it hurt," Callie said sympathetically.
Thomas let out a tired chuckle.
“Felt like my head nearly came off.”
He sniffled again, his nose giving a small twitch that made him freeze for a second.
“Hihhh…”
Callie's eyebrow lifted. She watched him closely.
"False alarm,” he muttered, relaxing again.
Callie reached over and took the crumpled handkerchief from his hand, inspecting it with a disapproving look.
“This poor thing has been through enough today.”
She tossed it into the laundry basket and pulled a fresh box of tissues from the counter.
“Here.”
Thomas accepted it gratefully.
“Thanks.”
He pulled out a tissue and blew his nose again, long and thorough.
“Hrrrnnnk!”
The sound echoed around the kitchen. When he finished, he wiped his nose carefully and sniffed once more.
“Snf…”
Callie studied him for a moment—the tired slump of his shoulders, the red rim around his nose, the lingering watery shine in his eyes.
She folded her arms.
“Well," she said matter-of-factly. "That’s it, then.”
Thomas blinked.
“What?”
“You’re done working today.”
He straightened slightly.
“But the back field—”
“Can wait,” she said firmly. He opened his mouth to protest, but another small sniffle interrupted him.
“Snf…”
Callie softened, stepping closer and gently touching his cheek.
“Tommy you look exhausted.”
Thomas couldn’t really argue with that.
His head still felt stuffed and fuzzy from hours of sneezing. Even now his nose gave the occasional restless twitch, as if it hadn’t quite decided whether it was finished tormenting him.
Callie slipped an arm around his waist.
“Come on.”
She guided him out of the kitchen and into the living room.
The couch sat near the big front window, where they could watch the rain falling steadily over the fields. The soft grey light filled the room, and the steady patter of rain on the roof made everything feel calm and cozy.
“Sit down, cowboy.”
Thomas obeyed, sinking heavily into the couch cushions.
The moment he sat down, his body seemed to realize how tired it was.
He leaned back with a long sigh.
“Good grief…”
Callie sat down and tucked herself beside him, curling comfortably against his side. She pulled a knitted blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over his lap.
“There.”
She handed him the tissue box and placed it within easy reach.
“In case your nose starts misbehaving again.”
Thomas gave a tired smile.
“That seems likely.”
Right on cue, he sniffled again.
“Snf…”
Callie grabbed a tissue and dabbed under his nose.
"Blow," she said softly. He obeyed. Callie chuckled softly, wiping his nose for him and tossing the tissue into the waste basket beside the couch. She sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder.
Outside, the rain fell steadily across the farmyard, soaking the hay and washing the air clean.
Thomas watched it for a moment.
His breathing finally felt easier. The deep tickle from earlier was gone, leaving only a mild irritation that came and went.
Callie reached up and gently brushed a stray lock of hair off his forehead.
“You scared me earlier,” she admitted. He glanced down at her.
“With the sneezing?”
“You looked like you were having trouble breathing.”
He sniffed again, giving his nose a light rub.
“I was, a little bit. But I'm okay.”
She smiled warmly.
“Well, you’re not doing anything else today.”
Thomas raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing?”
“Nothing.”
“What about—”
“Nothing,” she repeated firmly, poking his chest.
He laughed quietly, then suddenly paused as his nose twitched again.
“Heh…”
Callie tilted her head.
"You good, babe?"
He held up a finger, his big brown eyes squinting a bit.
“Huh...huhh…”
For a second it looked like another sneeze might be threatening, but after a moment the tickle faded again.
Thomas relaxed.
“…Still settling down, I guess.”
Callie squeezed his arm gently.
“Then you can sit here and let it settle.”
He nodded, clearly not opposed to that idea.
They sat quietly for a while, watching the rain and listening to the soft drumming on the roof.
Every so often Thomas sniffled or reached for another tissue.
Callie didn’t mind.
Each time he did, she rubbed his back or rested her head against his shoulder.
Eventually his body relaxed completely into the couch.
“Babe?” he murmured.
“Hmm?”
“Thanks for… you know.”
“For tickling your nose until you exploded?”
He chuckled.
“Yeah, that. And for taking care of me.”
She smiled and squeezed him closer.
“Someone has to look after stubborn farmers who stop taking their medicine.”
"I'll take it from now on," he said. "I promise."
He sniffed one last time and settled deeper under the blanket.
Outside, the rain kept falling, washing the fields clean while the farmhouse stayed warm and quiet.
Guys I’m getting sick. I’ve finally succumbed to whatever’s been going round uni. I’m super tired, achy and my nose keeps tickling with no luck on anything 😔
I love when someone’s gaming/streaming and you can see the little mouse shake as they sneeze or pause what they’re doing in the game while they build up.
I need more of this in life ☝️ my OCs will probably be subjected to this
the only things i caught from the cold i was talking about in the previous post. i went through more than a whole roll of toilet paper over the span of the week. i record a lot of my sneezes just for fun even if im not posting them but given the nature of my blog though yall would appreciate these
A group of friends who find one of the old in the mouth thermometers and all decide to give it a try ‘for the laughs’. Person A however is just recovering from a cold, no fever present and no drastically obvious symptoms but still contagious so of course they try it first and then share it around the group.
Person B is at the beginning of a cold they’d been trying to hide, the thermometer making their lies of ‘it’s just allergies!’ And ‘it’s just the weather’ coming unstuck and they will get the eventual blame as the rest of the group falls ill from A’s original cold
A farmer or cowboy with really bad hayfever. That’s it. That’s the post
EXCEPT THERES MORE (scenario below)
They stop taking their medicine for a few days because they think their allergies have finally stopped. Oh how wrong they are. Their day starts off with torturous fits and constant sniffling until it starts to rain. The rain helps to lower the pollen count but leaves them with a devastating tickle deep in their sinuses which just won’t seem to leave them be giving false start after false start until their finally get the chance to induce it out. This throws them back into the intermittent fits, sneezes coming in threes then a pause and then more, if not threes then it’s twos with a frustrating false start for the third.
This would continue for the day until they finally get the chance to take their medicine and give their poor, red nose a break.
Specialist doctor giving a lecture at med school in winter, then coming down with a horrific cold because they're so not used to university germs. Since they're not a GP or work in the ER, (perhaps they don't even work with patients at all, maybe they just do research) they're not really exposed to that many germs regularly, so their immune system is caught totally off guard.
I think I've mentioned this scenario before, but oh well. It's hot enough to repeat. 🥵😈
someone with a cold at a party using the alcohol that makes their whole face flush to cover up their bright red nose. but now they have to find a way to cover up their incessant sneezing and nose blowing
