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Pip...and Squeak’s Character Sheet!

⚠️UNDERAGE/NON-KINK BLOGS DNI!!⚠️

I realized you guys haven’t actually seen all of my sweet clown babies, so here we go!

Squeak is two entire inches tall!! from feets to the tip of its hat! very tiny boi.

Pip isn’t particularly tall (at 5’ 2”), but gargantuan in Squeak’s little bug eyes!

It can sit on her hat, or fit in her pocket, or up her nose, and is luckily very durable!

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Just a scenario with Chad and Tristan that I thought of and wanted to share.

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Tristan recognized the appealing and tempting sound from anywhere and as it occurred again, the removal of the headphones over his head couldn’t have happened much quicker.

Locating the seductiveness, he found Chad sitting on the floor, wardrobe open and stuff everywhere.

‘What are you doing?’

Tristan asked with a curiousness that also required to know why he’d overheard Chad sneezing just moments ago. Placing down what looked like a dark coat, Chad looked up frustrated. His hair lay disheveled and he brushed it out of his eyes.

‘I’m rearranging my closet.’ He sniffled with a scrunch at the nose that Tristan picked up instantly and he observed Chad rubbing at it with a constant motion.  ‘How about yourself?’ He wondered while continuing touching at it.

‘I was playing the uhm…’ Tristan lost track of words, seeing Chad build up so visually. The round edges of his nostrils expanded beautifully as his luscious lips parted in a sensual slow motion.

‘…eh’iiiesch!!!-hh’esch!!!-hhhh… he’eischschiu!!!-hae’yEISCHscho!!!!’

The harsh sneezes craved a release; too rough to contain and caused Chad to snap forward helplessly. Unprepared by the force, the sneezes were barely covered by a cupped and unsteady hand.

‘…uh bless you.’

‘Thank you, goodness. You were saying?’ Chad sniffled again with the wet, demanding sound that drove Tristan completely insane, knowing it’d only trigger more sneezes and realizing what he was about to witness, Tristan found himself starting to wander aimlessly.

‘Nothing of importance.’ He finally sat down on the edge of the bed, watching Chad reaching for a couple of dirty shoes in the extreme corner. Suddenly his posture changed as if his energy dropped and small, vocal breathy breaths came from inside the closet.

‘…ha’ESCHh!!!’scheo… ha’dySCHschewh!!! Goodness me… uh, heh… hhhh, hhhh… ehWRESCHschu!!-ASCHschu!!!-ESCHhh!!!schooo…’

‘Shit, bless you.’

‘Sorry it’s… hhhh… uuhWREASCHSchew!!!! …goodness, it’s freaking dusty in here.’

‘Do you need some help?’

‘WRASCHscheoohh!!! …ugh. ….hhhhu’AESCHschew!!! …no...' Sighing and resuming a sitting position, Chad used both hands to massage the bridge of his nose. ‘…it’s like itching, ugh, so badly.’

‘How come you decided to do this right now? It’s the weekend, you should relax. Enjoy a glass of wine and watch a movie or something.’ Chad sniffled with liquidity as Tristan listed several other options he could've use with his free time.

‘It needed to be done.’ He sighed again, fighting off another sneeze lingering and building in his vulnerable nose with the immensely flaring nostrils. ‘I’ve been… hhhhh, ehum… I’ve been putting it off far too long.’

Tristan kneeled down and crawled over to Chad’s side. ‘You got some tissues on you?’

‘Why?’ He replied with a frown.

‘I figured you might wanted to blow out whatever has gotten up your stunning nose.’ He said with a gentle smile, then kissed Chad on the cheek.

‘Oh…’ A blush met Chad upper cheekbones, he hadn't expected that answer. ‘…perhaps I should.’ Searching through his pockets, he found a folded tissue. ‘…it’s been with me since morning.’ He bashfully confessed when his eyes went blank. Closing them slowly, he brought the tissue closer to his mouth, with the head tilting back slightly, a sharp inhale slipped through his lips.  ‘uh’Gnnsch!!!-hu’giiSCH!!!-TSXxch!!!-sch’iiSch!!!-Knxxtsch!!!’schooo… oh bless-uuh’GNx!!-Knnx!!-… ugh, hhhhh… uuh’dESCHschieew!!!! …oh my goodness, so sorry, that tickled so profusely.’

‘Fuck me you’re so fucking hot. I mean I know you’d like for me to say bless you and stuff like that but I can't when you’re so fucking incredible.’

Chad blushed harder by Tristan’s choice of complimenting words. ‘…thank you.’ He replied quietly, sniffling and gently stroking the material over the quivering nostrils that’d also reached a rosy hue.

‘Do you know how amazing you are?’

Chad glanced down and continued to maneuver the tissue at the nose.

‘Let me help you sort out some of your clothes.’ Tristan offered and started collecting some garments, sensing Chad was too embarrassed to reply.

‘I’ll blow my nose now.’ He softly warned, watching Tristan putting the t-shirts in one pile.

‘Go right ahead.’ Tristan chuckled, and at the same time secretly enjoying the moist sound from his loved one’s nose.

‘Sorry.’ Chad excused himself when done, and put the tissue on the floor. Sniffling, he let a finger rest beneath the nose.

‘Better?’ Tristan asked, gazing in Chad’s direction when he noticed his eyes narrowing.

‘Honestly?’ He sniffled again, when his breathing became erratic. ‘…not realll-hhhh’ehEISCHscho!!!’ The forceful sneeze jerked him forward into his hands. ‘….hhhhhh… eh’gnisch!!!-esch!!!-ischo!!-ischu!!!-huh’KNXgtsch!!!… oooh… ’ Incapable of stopping the fit, Chad moved slightly to the side. ‘-hhy’ESCHsch!!!!-uh’WRESCHschioo!!! ...oh my.’

Catching a peek in Tristan’s direction, the colour of his upper cheeks transformed even redder while the fingers fidgeted and rubbed at the nose.

‘Truly amazing.’ Tristan reached for Chad’s waist and pulled him into his arms. ‘Bless you my gorgeous.’ He worded adoringly into his ear.

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Alexander and Solstice, respectively.

Character Info + Snz stuff below the cut.

⚠️VANILLA/NON-KINK BLOGS DNI!!⚠️

Alexander (Al, Alex) Lovett

he/him

Age: somewhere in his 30s. Short and angry.

Height: 5’ 7”

Hair/Eyes: Red(dyed)/Brown

Piercings/Tattoos: None except on his left forearm; the word ‘SICK’ in a messy font above his old scars. Had snakebites once upon a millenia, but let them close when he got older.

Solstice calls him 'Lexi'.

The better cook by a long shot.

Elder emo, still occasionally dresses in some of his more casual pieces from that era. Never let go of the hair-dying thing (or the converse).

Bartender at their city’s local trucker/dive bar. Asshole unless he cares about someone. 

Asthmatic as a child, but has since grown out of it...mostly. 

Chose smoking as his vice instead of alcohol, therefore smoke is about the one thing he’s not sensitive to. 

Allergies/Snz Triggers:

Has an incredibly sensitive nose that gets set off by any pollen, dust, and tickle that happens across it. 

Has 100% called out of work due to the pollen count, knowing it would be the end of his day if he so much as glanced outside. 

Okay with dogs and cats, somehow. 

Most strong scents, air fresheners, and cleaning supplies also bother him, Sol’s favorite perfume (or anything floral and fruity like it) being one of the WORST.

Always builds up to start, often becoming a hitchy mess, to fits of sharp harsh sneezes. (farther between and itchier sounding when it’s Sol’s perfume doing it.)

Dust/pollen sneezes end in desperate and rapid fits, and anything tickled out of him (or when he’s sick) is more prone to false starts and a bit wetter.

Cannot stifle to save his life.

Solstice (Sol) Angelo

he/him

Age: somewhere in his late 20s. Tall and soft.

Height: 6’ 1”

Hair/Eyes: Black/DARK brown

Piercings/Tattoos: Right eyebrow, triple lobe on both ears, septum, labret. A moth across his upper back with runes down his spine, a spider and web across his left bicep. 

Alex calls him 'Dove'.

Not allowed in the kitchen or anywhere near cooking tools.

AuDHD Gothic fucker. Nails are black ALWAYS. Started wearing black in middle school and never stopped(got worse). Forgets to take off his eyeliner still. 

Works stage crew at their city’s biggest theater.

Unapproachable in appearance only, the biggest sweetie of a human who will lend a hand wherever it’s needed. 

Spent all his formative years in the wrong body leading a locally-famous garage goth band. Terrible mental and physical health cut that short when he was around 19, and he collapsed onstage.

Has a pet leopard gecko (Cinder) who lives a blessed little gecko life in their apartment. 

Allergies/Snz Triggers:

Less sensitive than Alex, and rarely gets sick outside of a cough.

(Doesn’t mean there aren’t ways to set him off, though~)

Wickedly allergic to cats, dogs, birds, really anything with fur or feathers.

Birds are by far the worst, feathers in any proximity to him cause a lot of hitching and false starts, eventually leading to LONG rapid fits. The tickle will persist for a while afterwards, and inducing with a feather usually causes an hour-long fit, at least. 

Cats are second, less build ups, and much harsher sneezes, though the fit usually ends when he’s cleaned off/out of the building that it’s in.

He was raised around dogs, so they’re the least offensive to his nose, though proximity will still cause a lot of itching and false starts.

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updated 11/02/25