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Shoutout to hot water bottles! They are criminally underrated and under-used in my opinion.

Think about it: a shivery person, who just cannot get warm even under two blankets, because they are starting a cold snd are shivery through and through...

Insert a caretaker, who slips the hot water bottle under the blankets, which instantly heat up to wrap the sick one in a cozy embrace.

Or an upset tummy, being soothed by the warmth of the hot water bottle resting on the person's stomach.

A person, who is sick, miserable, and alone because their partner had a work thing they had to attend. So our sick person fixes themselves a hot water bottle and take it to bed, hugging it as if it were their SO's warm body next to them in bed...

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Waking up with a cold on a chilly drizzly autumn morning, sniffling hopelessly in the damp air as you wiggle to pop your head out of your nest of blankets, staring through bleary eyes at the overcast sky out your window.

You climb out of bed, wincing at your achy and heavy limbs, and swallow against a sore and scratchy throat, gently rubbing your neck with your fingers.

You trudge downstairs in your pajamas and slippers to make yourself a cup of lemon and ginger tea with a generous spoonful of honey. You shiver internally at the idea of stepping out into the chill and wet to grab the newspaper, and instead, with a dense sniffle, you turn to trudge back upstairs.

Setting your tea on the nightstand and pulling back the comforter, you grab the book you were reading the previous night and burrow back into bed, pulling the covers up to your chest.

'Ahhh...' you sigh internally, smiling that thoughts weren't taxing on your throat, 'This is nice. Nice and warm, no one to answer to, noplace to be, nothing to do...nothing could ruin this moment.'

A sniffle, your nose twitches, and you gently lower your book and reach out for a tissue with desperate fingers.

"Hahh...Hah'tTsShheww! HAH'TsSHHEW! Ha-iIihhh'tShhew!"

You dab at your nostrils and give your nose a short, gurgling blow before discarding the soiled tissue in the trash.

'Except for this cold...'

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When the leader/rock/glue of the friend group gets their shit rocked with the worst cold/flu of their life

They want to help/do their job, but they’re a walking biohazard and everyone’s urging them to pls don’t 🫶🏻

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reblog if you’re okay with people writing fanfics of your fanfics and/or fanfics inspired by your fanfics

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Comic Anybody?

may or may not finish this, I wanted to share this panel though because it's one of my favorite sketched so far

Text below the cut if you can't read my chickenscratch handwriting

hmm..

he's flushed..

his eyebags seem worse too...

oh yikes, that's a lot of tissues

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It sucks when you want snz content for a fandom that doesn't have anyone who makes it

like what do you mean I have to write this myself in order to fulfill my dreams

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And in addition, "You're not feeling well" without any question whatsoever

The question "are you feeling well?"

That's all

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Reblog if you want one of these in your ask box:

•A compliment

•A story

•Why you follow me

•A cute message

•One thing you want to tell me

•One thing you want to know about me

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I have thought long and hard about making this post, but I'm concerned other people might be at risk, so I want to publicly call out a sexual predator on snzblr.

There is a guy who went by "insomniacsnzenjoyer" on Tumblr and goes by "omn_nomnom" on Discord.

He pretends to be single. He expresses interest in people, either sexually or platonically, in order to get close to them. He trades wavs, says kind and loving things, and lulls people into thinking he truly cares about them and thinks they are special.

Then, after pumping them for sexual content, including snz content, he drops them.

It turns out that he has a wife and daughter, and he is only pretending to be single. He likes to take on the persona of a shy, lonely guy who just wants to be held and cuddled, all while manipulating people.

So far, I have talked to three separate victims of his that he has preyed upon over the past four years, not counting me.

The number of people who have corroborated his predatory behavior is what has pushed me into making this post. Here is a link to one of his wavs so you can be aware of what his snzs sound like in case he makes new accounts and continues to try to prey on people.

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Just saw a post where a character was referred to as a “chaotic sickie.”

Is there an alignment chart for sickies? CAN there be one?

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you know what i love. the age old when a character gets sick whilst everyone else is mad at them, so they don’t tell anyone and suffer in silence, only for the others to find out and take care of them anyway, because ‘look just cause i’m mad doesn’t mean i stopped caring’. just that sentiment of not needing to actually like someone at that moment but still very much loving them.

bonus points if the caretaker fluctuates between being lowkey passive aggressive (‘would you stop moping and drink your goddamn tea?’) because they are still mad, but doing gentle things like rubbing their back or getting them an extra blanket.

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today’s thought

“Oh my GOD. Just fucking sneeze already, you dork.”

“…God, you are a fucking awful liar. You have to sneeze, I can see it in your face. JUST GET IT OVER WITH, YOU’RE PISSING ME OFF.”

“…how about I make you then, dweeb.”

“…There, was that so hard?”

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Thinking of all the little care taking moments that happen when someone is sick that can be a lot more intimate for someone with the kink.

•Rubbing the rims of their red nostrils with some Vaseline. •Putting chapstick on their chapped lips, dry from being able to breathe only through their mouth (bonus if you put it on them with a kiss)

•Rubbing vaporub on their chest.

•Massaging their head to clear their sinuses. •Wiping their runny nose

•Holding them to your chest to muffle their sneezes into you when their own sleeves are already thoroughly soaked with snot.

•Touching different parts of their face/body to gage if they have a temperature.

•Cuddling them/easing them to sleep because they’ve been too sick to get some real shut eye.

•Feeding them because they’re too weak to sit at the table or lift the utensil by themselves.

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a habitual stifler absolutely full to the brim with cold. still dutifully holding them back, even as the sneezes start to come thicker, faster, and more frequently as the hours tick by.

thicker as each one sounds more choked and slushy and wet than the last.

faster as they start to tear out of them with an aggressively viral desperation, the little noise of effort at suppressing them more pronounced each time.

more frequently as their cold devolves, fits of uncharacteristic doubles, triples, even a particularly vexatious set of four, now plaguing them several times an hour.

until it’s all too much

and yet another sneeze comes upon them

but this one is just a smidge too fast

and a little too full

and whilst they do still valiantly (if not reflexively) try to stifle it just completely fails, leaving the back of their hand a shiny, snot-covered mess.

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Adding on to your wonderful idea, once he runs out of "wiping-materials-of-author's-choice," he has to find some way to keep from letting other people see the leaky faucet that is his nose in it's full form..

(that felt way too poetic, but you probably get the idea)

I just love the idea of A/lastor forcing himself to go to some event while he’s sick and trying not to show any symptoms around other people.

Him fighting the need to sneeze while talking to someone, trying to force his voice to come out normal even though it hurts, waiting until he’s alone to finally blow his nose so he’ll stop sniffling so much.

Bonus points if he runs out of tissues/drenches his handkerchief faster than he expected.

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I just love the idea of A/lastor forcing himself to go to some event while he’s sick and trying not to show any symptoms around other people.

Him fighting the need to sneeze while talking to someone, trying to force his voice to come out normal even though it hurts, waiting until he’s alone to finally blow his nose so he’ll stop sniffling so much.

Bonus points if he runs out of tissues/drenches his handkerchief faster than he expected.

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Reblog if you would read a D/eadplate snz fic I need to know if I will get validation for writing one