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It’s September 23 in my time zone, so the anniversary celebration can officially begin! My story collection, Still Around and Still Writing, is now available for purchase!
Follow my Dreamwidth journal all weekend for celebratory posts with facts, sneezy content, and a chance to win your very own signed copy of the book!
On September 23, 2017, it will have been 20 years since I launched the Tarot of Sneezing website. To celebrate, I've gathered 20 stories I've written over the years into a collection as well as some additional sequels, unfinished story excerpts, drabbles, and more. Lots of the bonus content and two of the stories will only ever appear in this collection. There's even a commentary section at the end where I reflect and give insight about the stories.
Saturday, the book will be available for purchase. Throughout the weekend I plan on celebrating the anniversary with fun facts and exclusive content. On my Dreamwidth blog I’ll even have a drawing where those over the age of 18 will be able to enter to win a free, signed copy.
Here’s a preview of the front cover featuring delicious art from @confetishcake:
Hey there! Can you do a... Story with a sneezy musician, like an idol, a rapper, a singer, etc? If not, that's fine!
Thanks for the suggestion! I’ll keep it in mind the next time I’m looking for a plot bunny. A rapper would be fun, if I could pull that off.
Have you read “Hoarse” & “Private Lessons” by any chance? PL is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. Dustin is a singer and Sang-Ook is a French Horn player tutoring him. http://tgsrealm.tarotgal.net/malestories.html
Also further down on that page is Oliver Wood and Puddlemere United on Tour, which deals with a WRock musician and his band on tour, and he’s got to go on stage with a cold: http://tgsrealm.tarotgal.net/stories/SFChallengeWrock.html
So I’m supposed to be figuring out what fanfics to rec at a meeting tomorrow (which is hard, because I can’t admit to reading most of what I read). But, instead, I keep realizing what terrible things I enjoy my characters going through even outside of giving them colds or allergies. And now I’m craving extra whompage.
So now I really want to read some story where one of these things happens:
Every time a character sneezes, they lose a memory
Every time a character sneezes, they lose one word out of their vocabulary, never to regain it (I NEED THIS STORY)
Every time a character gets sick it triggers some dormant amnesia and they’re completely dependent upon whoever they’re with to get them through it (and they also have no memory of ever being sick before or cared for before, obviously)
Every time a character gets sick, ANYONE who comes in contact with the character also gets sick but the character NEEDS help from people for some reason and can’t avoid it (or same but with allergies and sooo many uncontrollable sneezing fits that can’t be helped)
The only way for a character to get rid of sneezes, whatever the cause, is to pass them onto someone else. The character feels SO MUCH guilt over this.
I can only conclude that characters must really, really hate me.
Yesterday icechateau777 asked for an anime story. I normally post on my journal, but this slipped out. So here you go!
Yuuri wrung his hands and worried his bottom lip between his teeth. He knew the ice. He knew hot springs. He knew food. But that was it. He was so far away from anything familiar now, so far out of his depths, he just knew that he'd do something wrong. He'd never had a boyfriend before. He'd never had a boyfriend he loved before in his bed. He'd never had a sick, sneezing boyfriend he loved before in his bed.
“hhttTchihh!” Victor's head snapped forward and his hand came up to rub his nose, as if in slow motion. “Tissue?” he asked, his voice soft, tired.
Yuuri groaned inwardly. Why hadn't he thought of that? He grabbed for the box and pulled a tissue out so quickly and so violently that it ripped in half. Scrambling, Yuuri tried again and finally pulled a full one out. He fluttered it in front of Victor's face, not sure what to do with it. His heart raced, beating so hard he worried it wasn't good for him. And his breathing was so hard and fast right now he thought he might pass out. He felt dizzy but on edge at the same time, like he couldn't control his body.
Somewhere on the bed was his laptop, because he heard the scrape of skates hitting the ice and of program music. He didn't recognize the music, and he knew there wasn't a men's competition on right now, so he wondered if it was just a video or women's skating or even pairs. He tried to focus on that, tried to use it to distract himself from his inadequacies and shortcomings. But his anxiety still crept up in him, gripping his chest tight, sitting there like a heavy weight he couldn't shift.
“Yuuri?”
Halfway to a panic attack, Yuuri looked down at Victor in bed, lounging back on pillows. Victor took the tissue, gave his nose a wipe, then reached up and placed a finger on Yuuri's lips. “You're making it bleed.”
Taken by surprise, Yuuri bit down harder and, indeed, tasted a drop of blood. He quickly stopped chewing on his lip and drew the back of his hand across his mouth. He shifted from one foot to the other, uncertain about what to do next. “Victor...” Victor was his coach. Victor was supposed to know everything. If only he'd explain what he expected now.
Victor smiled up at him, beaming. He looked sick but relaxed, easygoing. “Don't worry. I'll be fine. It's just a ticklish little cold in my nose.” He tapped his nose and sniffed a few times, making his nose wrinkle cutely. “I'll be all better by the time we have to leave for Russia.”
Shaking his head, Yuuri looked down at his feet. The trip wasn't what he was worried about, not by a long shot.
Victor seemed to read this in his expression. “Are you worried about your program? My not being able to coach you for a few... a few... a few dah... ahhhh... hahh-TIHshhh!”
Yuuri shook his head again. Hands shaking, he didn't risk getting another tissue, so he just offered the entire box to Victor instead. “No, I...” He swallowed hard and closed his eyes. Then he felt Victor's warm hand on his, thumb rubbing the back of his hand, warm fingers pressing into his palm. Before he could stop himself, he blurted out “I'm worried I'm not taking care of you well enough!”
Victor's grip tightened for a moment then relaxed. “Oh, Yuuri...” He tugged, pulling Yuuri closer, pulling him into bed, right under the covers with him. Yuuri's head and shoulders sank into the pile of pillows as his body pressed against Victor's side. He could smell Victor's perfume, but the charming floral scent was nearly overwhelmed by the scents of menthol, ginger, and medicinal green tea. Still, it was Victor, and Yuuri melted into him, wrapping an arm across his chest, nestling his face against his neck so that when Victor spoke, it sounded too close and wet with congestion. “You make me feel better just by being here. You don't have to do anything else.”
“But I do,” Yuuri insisted, breathing into Victor's bare collarbone. “I—” He broke off, hearing Victor's breath catch. He lifted his head, seeing Victor's nose wrinkle and face screw up with the need to sneeze. Yuuri lifted the tissue box again, but there wasn't time for either of them to pull out a tissue.
Victor nuzzled into the tissue still sticking up out of the box. “heh Tishhhhh!” He took a deep breath and smiled. “Thanks.”
Resisting the urge to chew on his bottom lip again, Yuuri shook his head. “But I didn't do anything.”
Victor gave a laugh. “You're keeping me warm and comfortable and bringing me tissues when I feel sneezy. That's everything I need.” He pulled a couple tissues from the box and snuffled wetly into them.
This wasn't enough help, and Yuuri knew it. He could feel it. He should be doing more. “I should be doing that for you, though. I should be wiping your sore nose when it drips and holding tissues when it twitches, when you're about to sneeze. But I'm not fast enough...”
“Oh, you're plenty fast, sniff! Sniff! You just need to practice.” Victor reached for the tissue box. He pulled one, two, three, and four tissues out. Then he shoved them into Yuuri's hand. “Hold these for me?”
It was a gentle question from his lover, not a command or an order from his coach. Victor was everything to him at once, though, and Yuuri resolved to not let him down. He took the bunch of tissues,too many to fit in a closed fist. He pushed up from the pillows on his elbow so he could look down at Victor, waiting for a sign he might be useful.
The music had changed in whatever Victor was watching. It was cheery and upbeat now, and the crowd was clapping along to it. It should have made Yuuri happy, but instead it put him on edge, filled him with pent-up energy, and made him feel like he was going to be expected to perfectly execute a jump he had never tried before in competition.
“Yuh Yuuri? Think I hah have to...” Victor gasped. His eyelids fluttered shut and his nostrils twitched. Yuuri's hand rushed over, shoving the tissues in Victor's face. There was just time for Yuuri to get the tissues right up to Victor's nose. “heptchmphh!” Yuuri started to lower the tissues, but Victor's hand flew up, holding them in place. “H'tchmphhh! Heh hehhh Himmphhh! Oh... sniff! Sniff! Excuse me. Sniff!”
Now Victor had the sniffles, his nose running into the tissues, his whole cold-filled head making him seem drowsy and extra helpless. Working more off instinct than anything else, Yuuri readjusted the tissues. “Blow your nose,” he suggested. Victor did, and Yuuri closed the tissues around his nose as he did. He gave Victor's nose a wipe and stuffed the used tissues into a big bag safety-pinned to the side of the bed. He got more tissues at once, wanting to be prepared. Pressing them to Victor's nose. “Again?”
Victor's head gave a little shake, and he closed his eyes. His nose was still runny and sniffly, so Yuuri dabbed tissues at it gently. It was already flushed pink from attention, and he didn't want to make it more sore and sensitive.
Suddenly, Victor tensed up. His brow furrowed and nose twitched. Yuuri got the tissues ready. On the laptop, wherever the hell it was amid the blankets, the music was tension-filled, dramatic, and the crowd was ooohing at a skater who was executing jumps. “It's okay,” Yuuri reassured Victor. “I think... I think I've got you. You can sneeze.”
And so Victor did. His whole body pitched forward, nose planting into the bunch of tissues. “hehhhPTshphhhh! Hehtchoomphh! Eh ehhh ehhh-IHtchmphhh! heytchmph!” Yuuri wasn't sure he was done, but the tissues were soaking, so he tried to quickly switch to some dry ones.
But he wasn't fast enough.
“h'TCHEW!” Victor snapped forward, spraying part of Yuuri's hand and the blankets covering his lap. Yuuri quickly wiped his hand on his side before Victor could see, not wanting the man to feel bad about it.
He, on the other hand, felt overwhelmed with guilt. Yuuri felt his mouth go dry and his heart ache. “I'm so sorry. I had the tissues, but I couldn't get them up in time—”
Victor pouted, nose running, looking all kinds of miserable and adorable simultaneously. “You'll do better next time,” he reassured Yuuri. “You're concentrating too hard. You're getting all sniff wrapped up sniff sniff in your head. Sniff! Sniff!You need to just relax. Sniff! Ah, these sniffles...” He bent forward and nuzzled the tissues in Yuuri's hand, giving little, kittenish, snuffling blows. “Better,” he said, leaning back into his pillows and against Yuuri. “This is nice.”
Was it though? Yuuri knew he should be on the ice, practicing, with Victor giving him tips and pushing him to succeed. More than almost anything, Yuuri wanted to place first, to show Victor none of this year had been wasted, to show Victor he was worthy of the love and respect. He wasn't accomplishing anything right now.
“hah... Yuur... Yuuri? Hahh hahhh! HAH!” As Victor gasped and whimpered with need, Yuuri held tissues up for him. “hahh-EHHShhmphh! Uh hehh-T'chmphh! HAHTchmphh!” When he pulled back, he was smiling almost drunkenly at Yuuri. “You're getting better at this.” He shivered, hugging his arms to his chest under the blankets, helpless, dependent on Yuuri.
Yuuri felt the pressure, the expectation. He couldn't let Victor down. He kept tissues at Victor's nose as he pulled more from the box, swapping them out with lightning fast speed and grace.
Victor tilted his head into them with another wet snuffle. “My little colds usually pass quickly. We'll be back at the rink in no time, sniff, I promise. Don't worry.” He tugged at Yuuri, who got the message and wrapped his arm around Victor and snuggled close to him again. But it didn't make him stop worrying, for some reason.
It wasn't until Victor fell asleep, with stuffy, snuffling snores, his head on Yuuri's rising and falling chest, that Yuuri relaxed his grip on the tissues and started to understand what all this anxiety was about. It wasn't about practicing to catch Victor's sneezes for him, though he was happy to do so. It wasn't even about making Victor better to they could get back to the Ice Palace, though he certainly wanted Victor to get well soon. It was about having Victor in his life now through the good and the bad. It was about showing Victor that he could perform in this new role. It was about being the best boyfriend he could be to Victor. And he still really didn't have a clue about how to do that.
But maybe Victor already knew that. Maybe all Victor really expected was this—just snuggles and company and Yuuri trying his best. Maybe that could be good enough. Yuuri nuzzled his face into Victor's light hair and kissed his head. In his sleep, Victor let out a soft sigh. And a tiny cough. Grabbing the tissues, Yuuri got ready just in case. But all he heard was the laptop. The music was a bit muffled by blankets, but the song was soft and sweet like a lullaby, accented by the sound of skate blades hitting the ice. The music calmed him, helping to let some of the worry slip away, but he still kept hold of the tissues, just in case.
If so, I’ve got to go winter. Sick and sneezy, stuck inside when snow is falling outside is one of the best mental images ever. Also, it’s great for stories where characters have to make do with what they have at hand because they’re snowed in. And it’s great because cold temperatures mean lots of runny noses and snuggling into blankets by default, even before you factor in cold & flu season.
🎨 - How closely aligned are your fantasies and IRL preferences?
This is a really interesting question. First, I’m going to define “fantasies” as things I enjoy in my head--reading stories, listening to wavs, sometimes watching videos, thinking up awesome scenarios, etc. And I’m going to define IRL preferences as things I would actually do with a partner (not things I like when I masturbate, because that would be the same as fantasies to me). If this is the case, I would say that they are pretty far away from each other, not closely aligned at all. My fantasies involve elaborate stories and strong emotions and contrived situations (see below); they involve all sorts of snuggly or naughty content. IRL, I have no desire to act any of that out or be a part of it. The only overlap would maybe be in my need to give care to someone I love who is not feeling well or my desire to snuggle. Snuggles are the best. I would say most of what I fantasize about or write about is nothing like what I would want to play out IRL (and for safety or hygiene reasons, shouldn’t!). And given that I currently don’t have any interest in having a partner IRL, that puts an even wider gap between the two sides.
However, if you’re evaluating differently, just on the content alone, the kinds of sneezes I fantasize about and the kinds of sneezes that turn me on when I hear them IRL are largely the same.
🚿 - The Old Standby Wild Card: hit us with an obs OR scenario of your choice.
Every winter, this guy gets sick. It’s like clockwork. So he prepares--stocks up on supplies and medicine, invests in a new heated blanket, etc. And when he starts to feel a bad cold coming on one evening, he cancels all his big plans for the weekend. He takes a huge dose of Vitamin C, hoping to fend off the worst of it, and burrows down deep under the covers. Only he doesn’t get sick. He wakes up without a sore throat or stuffy nose. But, hey, his plans are already cancelled so he just lazes about, enjoying his quiet weekend. False alarm. Shrug. A few weeks later, it happens again. His throat feels dry. His head hurts a little. He feels tired, run down, maybe a little achy. So he cancels the big Thanksgiving trip he had planned and takes a hot bath and piles the tissue boxes up on the nightstand before he goes to sleep. He knows it’s gonna be bad. But, when he wakes up, he feels fine. And that’s annoying but, hey, if he doesn’t have to go through the misery of being sick, he’s not going to complain. He’s not an idiot. It’s too late to rebook a flight, but it’s okay. He’ll see his family in December. So he goes about his business like normal, watching friends and coworkers succumbing to sniffles and feeling strangely immune to it all. Germs just don’t seem to touch him this year. He plans a big holiday trip, fully expecting to have to bail again last minute. He’s never made it through a winter without fighting off at least one particularly nasty head cold. But when the date arrives, he still feels fine. He keeps doing little self-checks. Is my nose ticklish? Does it hurt when I swallow? Nope. And nope. He’s fine. So off he goes. And, like, the moment the plane touches down or the train pulls into the station at his final destination, he sneezes--massive and wet and startling. And, even after the sneeze, his nose tingles with the need to sneeze more. He’s totally coming down sick. But he doesn’t have his ten boxes of super soft tissues. He doesn’t have his favorite brand of cold medicine. He doesn’t have his heated blanket or the storage drive with his favorite movies or his fluffy pillow. He doesn’t even have a hankie or a travel pack of tissues on hand.Then he sneezes again.
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