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The Sickness.
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honestly think one of the hottest things a person can do is sneeze into the cowl/collar of a turtleneck sweater or similar
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Beautiful summer day. Someone with a hayfever decides to tempt the fate and take a shortcut on foot through a meadow, full of flowers and grasses swinging in a light, warm breeze.
They start sniffling and rubbing their nose soon enough, and are getting second thoughts as their nose becomes steadily more and more irritated. But the true catastrophe hits about halfway through when they suddenly sneeze their glasses off.
They have no other option but to crouch down and start feeling around with their hands; not only are they near sighted, but their eyes are so teary too. When they finally after searching, feeling, sneezing and cussing for a good long while find their glasses again, they're simply streaming with hayfever, sneezing almost non stop, and incredibly pissed off.
It wasn't a shortcut at all.
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black and white snz art where the only color is the red on the nose is EVERYTHING
#omg thank you! 💕#love it too!#Don't just do it because I suck at coloring... haha#but I actually love it a lot!
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"Goodness (gracious me)"
Share your favorite post-sneeze exclamation with me!
I personally love a good “whew!” or the ever sexily polite “excuse me!”
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How to delete your account on the blue forum:
Go to settings, then security and privacy, then request account deletion. You'll then get a confirmation email which you have to respond to.
I'm not pretending to be a trendsetter or a voice of the kink community, so I'm not expecting to start a revolution here, but it did take me about five minutes to figure out how to do this on my lunch break so I figured some of you might like a shortcut 😅
#the fact that they refused to let you delete your own contet has always been a major reason I hated it so much in the end...#good to know they're finally forced to give ppl at least that minimum of dignity...#may this be the last I see of it.
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Still thinking about The Tale Of The Body Thief, in which Les/tat is body swapping with a human for the sake of nostalgia and first thing he does is catching a cold! That still is the hottest f* trope ever. 🥲
Vampires feeding off someone who has a cold, and then that vampire ends up with the cold (im a sncientist) for a few days???
Also,
Them searching out someone with a cold so they can get it and feel human for a few days
#I feel like I said that before...#but that trope is just SO hot!!#it does things to me!!#although that book is super problematic#don't even like the dynamic of the charakters so much anymore...
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Love Like Ours- Liam/Gabriel
Another older one from the forum, quite possibly my fave Libriel piece I ever did.
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“The uprisings in Russia in the first half of the 20th century, most notably the revolution of peasant farmers uprising against their feudal lords, whose land they toiled, greatly tied into the events of Orwell’s Animal Farm. He used animals as an allegory to retell the end of feudalism, however the use of the pigs...
Gabriel paused a brief wave of dizziness engulfed him; hand tightly gripped the back of the chair. His vision blurred slightly a few quick blinks the room came back into focus.
Heaving a heavy sigh Gabriel massaged his forehead wishing the Advil he'd taken earlier curbed his throbbing headache.
“Professor?” A girl's voice broke the silence. Gabriel glanced up to the faces of his students staring back; he’d momentarily forgotten he was still in class.
Running a hand through his hair he turned hoping to conceal the blush burning his face. Clearing his throat he took a quick breath, “Apologies class, where was I?”
“Pigs. The same girl replied her face breaking into a smile.
The professor stared befuddled then remembered. “Quite right.” Gabriel ignored a few giggles coming from his students.
Struggling to maintain his composure while finishing the lecture he finally made the last 20 or so minutes of class free time meaning a good majority of students left. Not that Gabriel minded sitting behind his desk head leaning against his hand, eyes closed.
“Professor Herondale?”
His hand slipped at the voice, “Hmm?” He looked up, “Oh Trenton? How can I assist you?” Gabriel forced a smile.
“Are you feeling okay?” The young man with short blonde hair, oval wire frame glasses over his dark blue eyes asked looking quite concerned.
“Oh fine fine, bit of a headache is all.” Gabriel lied through his teeth. He could tell the English student did not believe him. “Maybe a slight fever. I, uh, didn't sleep too well last night.” He flushed embarrassed about admitting all this to a student.
“Need anything?” Trenton adjusted his bag over his shoulder.
All Gabriel wanted was a nap, “No no perfectly fine.” He forced another smile. “Just study for the exam next week if you could.”
Trenton agreed, hoped Gabriel felt better soon and exited the classroom. Resting his head in a thunk on the desk the feverish professor remained that way for several minutes until the realization of probably falling asleep and waking up there tomorrow became too much to ignore. Throwing on his coat he nearly reached the door before back tracking to the desk grabbing his briefcase.
Exiting Baker Hall, Gabriel headed down the path towards his office not all looking forward to working in the dusty mess. Pushing open the outside door he stumbled on the stairs catching himself at the last moment. Muttering a curse under his breath he proceeded down the hall to his office. Entering his tired eyes noticed something rather peculiar, a person sitting on his desk. Gabriel blinked as sandy blonde hair and a black hoodie appeared in his vision.
Bewildered at the sight before him Gabriel scratched the back of his head. He stared at the figure smiling back at him then confusingly looked around the room just to make sure he'd entered the proper office.
Convinced his exhausted body was in the right room he frowned checking his pocket watch, “Now you've done it Gabe, your feverish state is creating hallucinations of your dear Liam.”
“Gabriel Lane you're simply adorable.” Liam hopped off the desk.
The professor’s mouth dropped. “Dearest, oh my, forgive my comments, it's only... I've had a right miserable day, didn't sleep well, nearly drifted off in class, I didn't....” He paused feeling Liam’s warm comforting embrace surround him. The stress of the last several days evaporated like steam from a bath, his throbbing head leaned against Liam’s as his partners fingertips gently grazed the outline of his face. “I...what was I saying again?” He brought a hand up running the back of his fingers over Liam's cheek. Liam cupped his face, their lips met Gabriel let an audible sigh escape, disappointed when his partner pulled away.
“Love, you're burning up.” Liam kept a hand on Gabriel's face.
“I know dear, felt quite awful the past few days.” The professor finally walked over to his desk. Setting his briefcase down he noticed something. “You cleaned, didn't you?” He smiled forcing his eyes to focus.
The neat freak returned the smile, “Guilty as charged.” He stepped over to the desk. “Gabriel cancel your class tomorrow, I'll take you home you need rest.”
The professor scoffed while removing his coat, “I've told you before my job I cannot freelance.” A quick wave of dizziness forced Gabriel to support himself against his desk. “I've an exam next week, need to prepare for it.” He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. “Besides I've one more class tonight, must...” He slumped into his chair massaging his temples furiously. “My kingdom for relief.”
Liam knelt down to Gabriel’s computer. “Ok here's the deal,” He started typing on the ancient keyboard. “I'll accompany you to your last class, keep a watchful eye on you from the back or assist if needed, then...” His voice trailed for one moment as he read over what he'd written before continuing, “You'll send out an email stating your lone Friday class is cancelled.” Liam emphasized the lone part. “We’ll head home bright and earlier tomorrow or tonight if possible. I'll help you with your exam preparation and you can rest in those adorable blue pajamas of yours.” His brown eyes sparkled as he finished the layout of his plan. “I've already formatted your Cancelled Class reply, we can send it tonight.”
Gabriel sighed stifling a cough, "Well, dear you know I'm not keen on cancelling and I don't...," He paused momentarily a quizzical look graced his weary face. "How did you access my email?"
"You never log out." The writer giggled.
"Log...out?" Gabriel's reaction forced Liam to cover his mouth with a hand though he was sure the smile leaked out the sides.
"Here I'll explain." He started but Gabriel waved a hand.
"No need too. I wouldn’t understand anyways." He grumbled.
“Oh stop, you're brilliant love, look." Liam motioned to the green scale screen. "See the button that says Log Out? If you click it you won't be signed in anymore." Liam was going to advise Gabriel to do this but then realized who really would ever want access to his prehistoric computer. "I'll show you." He logged out of Gabriel’s email.
The professor’s brow crinkled, "Now I'll need to access it again." He replied tiredly pinching his forehead between his thumb and middle finger.
"I can do it." Liam smiled at the look he received. "I know your username; it's the beginning part of your email, standard college practice. I used it for your Skype remember. And I pretty much guarantee I can guess your pass."
Gabriel's eyes widened, "Alright then, confirm it."
Liam pressed his lips together and typed in the username. His eyes then shot to Gabriel as he slowly typed M I C H A E L in for the password. Hitting enter Gabriel's email popped up. The professor brought a hand up covering his beet red face.
"Told ya." Liam said with a hint of smugness. "My dear Gabriel Lane you are quite predictable you know."
Gabriel remained quiet folding his shaking hands together. Small beads of sweat formed around his hairline.
Liam pushed up from the desk. "It's alright love. Honestly it was an easy guess."
Gabriel sighed closing his eyes, his color drained from the blush leaving him paler than when he'd first entered the office. "That doesn't mean I wanted you to know." He turned away.
Realizing this entire situation had inadvertently upset his ill boyfriend Liam tried to explain. "Gabriel it's fine, I figured that was your pass months ago, makes sense...considering when you got your email. I'm going to take a guess the reason you never changed it is you don't know how."
The professor wiped a stray tear and nodded, "Affirmative."
“Let’s forget about that for now. It's not important.” Liam rushed to change the topic as Gabriel's eyes became pools. “What about my plan?” He crouched down setting his hands on his boyfriend's knees.
Exhaling the professor leaned back in his chair. His mind lost in a fog of pain and exhaustion, he wouldn't admit it to his Liam but Gabriel wasn't even sure he'd survive the final class. Running a hand from the top of his head down to his chin he merely gave a halfhearted shrug. “I must lessen his infernal headache first.” Opening the desk drawer he rummaged for a bottle of painkillers, tapping the bottle until two fell in his hand. He swallowed them without any water as Liam watched, then rested his arms on the desk laying his head in them. “Wake me in half an hour.” His request slightly muffled. Laying his coat over him Liam set the alarm on his phone but only to vibrate. A few minutes later Gabriel snored softly while Liam stroked his hair.
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In all their time together Liam never had actually seen Gabriel teach, it was quite something. The subject matter might not have been the most interesting but his boyfriend morphed from the shy introverted Gabriel to the confident Professor Herondale. It reminded Liam how Gabriel acted when destroying Bryce that thought alone drew a smile.
Even severely under the weather, Gabriel's tone grew stronger than normal while lecturing his class, today on different cognitive abnormalities of the brain. He was posed walking from one side of the class to the other maintaining eye contact with students, asking questions, promoting discussion.
However with about 30 minutes to go fatigue set in, Gabriel fumbled a few words, used his chair more as support and could no longer hide the fact he was sweating due to his fever. Mopping his brow with a handkerchief he forced himself to finish up his current thought.
Liam sat edge of the chair, knee twitching, ready to dash if needed. He'd promised Gabriel not to move unless asked for but it was getting harder and harder to endure watching his visibly ill boyfriend work.
Finally just as Liam could not take another minute, Gabriel pulled out his pocket watch.
“Forgive me class but I must cease for today.” The professor sat on his desk rubbing his forehead, “You’re dismissed.”
Liam ran down the auditorium style stairs, bypassing the students exiting, to Gabriel’s side clasping a hand on his arm.
“Gabriel Lane?” Liam failed hiding the worry in his voice. Sweat beads ran down his boyfriends face the edges of his grey hair glistened, Gabriel removed his tie and undid his top shirt button.
“I'm spent my dear.” Gabriel laughed drawing Liam in.
“Come love, let's go home.” Liam took Gabriel's coat, briefcase and arm leading the professor out of the hall.
No surprise Gabriel fell asleep immediately on the train ride back to Newhaven.
Thankfully he'd taken medicine which Liam hoped would reduce his fever. Coat draped over his frame Gabriel's head lay in Liam’s lap, the writer lovingly gazed down at his sleeping boyfriend. Never had five hours on a train seemed like heaven.
#Thank you so much for looking that up for me#this is really super sweet#i love how he's in disbelieve! And how Liam teaches him computer haha#also I like that he's so soft but also very confident in his job!#really lovely!
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I need everyone to know that in the mystery-solving game Sherlock Holmes Consulting Detective: The Thames Murders, one of the character's alibis is disproven through contagion. Two characters' secret meeting is revealed by the fact that they both have a cold, and one dude has the most snzfic worthy moment.
(Played this last night with my partner and had to pretend I was extremely absorbed in the game's map while this part was being read out loud. Very thankful I was not the one reading it cuz yeah, I would have had to skip THAT part).
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I'm not really into this all ( I'm over at the whump / sickfic side, so a bit of an overlap lol) but I just needed to say your art style is stunning!
Omg, anon! 💕 That's such a super sweet compliment to make, especially, if you're not into the topic! 😭
I always feel bad for being rather strongly on the snz-side of shit and not so much a whumpster myself... 😔 But if there's anything you'd like to see, any special scenario, you're free to message/ask me, and I can see if I can/like to work something out. 😊
#again thank you!!!#💕💕💕#it's much appreciated! and super kind of you!!#especially since I'm no professional and actually I never did any piece of art that's not onto this blog haha#so I'm very happy to see ppl appreciate it so much! Even apart from the fetish-part!
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While I'm at it, being boring: Took the time to remake an old fav of mine and (not just) for @empresskaze included some nose rubbing! 😌
#maybe I should rather sleep#but instead I very much need Simon to be my sl*t#still far from perfect#but I guess it's quite okay for a day...#mimiart
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gently taps mic. tissues clasped in hands that are holding rosary beads
#tw catholicism#SINNER!#That is so fucking hot it goes right with the confessional!#and I am HERE for it!
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In case you've been sending me an ask and I didn't answer... well that's the reason. If not... whatever... don't mind. 🤷🏼
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He's working in heritage science, mapping historic gardens for the sake of conservation, despite suffering from uncontrollable allergies every spring.
He loves his job, as he loves all sort of flowers and plants and has a very keen eye for aesthetics... if just those stupid lime trees wouldn't have been so popular on every alley there is leading up to small castles and landmarks.
Imagine him with a clipboard and a pen, x-ing every damaged tree on a small map. Trying to take what must be the 100th shot of a broken branch, as he keeps sneezing and ruining the picture.
#i know I made this post before#but I can't seem to find it... maybe I deleted it...#but this is still so super hot to me... 😭#though super specific...
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OC Drabble #5
"Hey, can you hear me?"
Even with the screen's low resolution, Yann still manages to look tremendously congested, with the pixels around his nose tinged red and his lips parted to breathe. The blanket wrapped around him is a stark contrast against the business shirt he's wearing.
"You could always postpone, you know," Jona tells him.
"That would be unfair." Yann buries his nose in a wad of tissues for a thick noseblow. "Before you invite them in, do I look okay?"
Jona gives a half-hearted smile. "You look fine."
"Why do I even bother asking you?" Yann groans lightheartedly. He peers at own reflection in the corner of the screen, and gives a final dab under his nose. "Okay, I'm ready."
Their colleagues enter and settle down in their seats. "Apologies everyone, I'm a little under the weather today," Yann starts with a sniffle. His voice is already growing congested despite having blown his nose less than a minute ago. "Feel free to start whenever you're ready. I'm going to mute myself so I don't subject you all to my... sounds."
There's a soft chuckle around the room as the speaker stands up. Jona watches as Yann mutes his microphone with a vicious scrunch of his nose.
Throughout the presentation, Jona finds himself rather distracted by the screen. He watches Yann periodically nod in acknowledgement of the presentation, but his hand practically never leaves his face. It hovers around the infected area, rubbing under the nostrils, flicking the tip, massaging the bridge and wiping at his cupid's bow. About every minute or so, his face grows lax, his nostrils flare, and he's ducking down into tissue-covered hands with a sneeze that shakes the camera slightly.
When the presentation ends, Yann leans forward to unmute his mic, but not before a cursory swipe under his nose. "Thank you. I have a few thoughts but-" His words are cut off by yet another harsh double of sneezes. The sound, even through the crackly audio, sounds unmistakably miserable. He earns several blessings as he rapidly cleans himself up.
"Thank you," Yann rasps. "As I was saying, I think it'd be better for me to email you my thoughts instead. My voice's starting to go, if that's alright."
After a bit more discussion, which Yann spends the entire time clutching a tissue to his nose, everyone bids him get well soon and leaves the meeting room. "Do you need me to drop by?" Jona suggests.
Yann huddles the blanket tighter around himself, shaking his head. "I've got everything I need here."
"Are you in bed?" Jona asks out of curiosity.
Yann gives a congested chuckle. "That obvious?" He unblurs the background and tilts the camera around to show Jona his surroundings. There are balled up tissues strewn all over the bed, and it's painfully obvious that he has been doing nothing but tend to his nose all day. "I've got my tea, and my tissues, but thanks for the offer."
Jona hums. "Feel better soon. I'll end the call now." He clicks the red button to the sight of Yann nodding blearily in response, his irritated nose gearing up with another overwhelming itch.
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Give me a strong person - the leader kind of type - with an awful cold, which is obvious and obnoxious. I want them stubborn, but not in denial. Unwilling and too grumpy to have anyone pamper them, but unpleasant enough to let it go unnoticed. Basically, all they do is sniffle and sneeze and moan their way through every meeting, ordering their staff around to bring them a cup of tea or another box of tissues, but staring anyone down who dares offering something without being asked for it.
Plus, if their personal assistant is having the kink as well as a thing for being humiliated. Taking orders and fulfilling requests with a stern face and internally yearning for it to continue endlessly...
#yes#i wasn't gonna say it but: SIMON!#i have simple needs#and that's basically all I need just now...
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i love characters who are total assholes when they’re sick like babe i know you have no energy and this is how you’re deciding to use what precious little you have?
#hot!#i love it! always!#also love the grumpy anti-caretaker...#actually I just love grumpy ppl i guess. 🥲
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I know, I did this before and I'm probably boring af, but I really needed this these days. 🥲
#sorry folks... i'll try to be more creative next time...#and thank you for all your kind reblogs comments and love#it's much appreciated!!#mimiart
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