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Morning Shenanigans with Three Bastards

Like the title says.

Grimm and Taisho have some morning "issues." Indigo is caught in the middle of things. Literally.

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The first hints of a graying dawn illuminate the edges of the curtains, promising a dreary, unpleasant start to the morning.

But not for Indigo.

To his right are Grimm’s tattooed arms encircling one of his own, his massive frame pressed against Indigo's side, and to his left, an abundance of white hair draping an exposed pale shoulder, elegant fingers splayed upon Indigo's chest.

Surreal and sublime warmth courses through his entire being, the sigh that escapes him the very essence of contentment. Never in wildest dreams could he have imagined such a fulfillment, such absolute bliss, such-

Beside him, the slow, tensing hitch of Grimm’s breath is indicative of one very common morning “ritual” he knows all too well.

“Uh’CHISSH!--h’RISSSCHiiuh!”

The shudder of Grimm's broad shoulders translates through his own body and a soft moan escapes him.

Oh. Oh yes.

“Bless you, love,” he murmurs.

Grimm fights through another series of hitching, stammering breaths and muffles a violent, “UHHSSCCCHu!!” into the pillow.

Hmm, just the one for a follow up? How disappointing.

Taisho's hand relocates to Grimm’s arm for a brief squeeze. “Odaiji ni, senshi.”

“Thank you,” Grimm says with a thick sniffle.

He props himself up on one elbow and plants a gentle kiss upon Indigo's lips. “Mornin’.”

It never fails, the way Grimm’s gravelly voice elicits delicious, rebellious responses from his entire being. “Good morning, my darling.”

A smile curves Indigo's lips when Grimm and Taisho rise to meet above his chest to share a kiss as well, providing him with a fine view.

“Mornin’, redhot bastard,” Grimm rumbles in his deep, sleep-roughened voice.

“Ohayō gozaimasu, dākuyuri.”

The way Taisho’s tone drops into a darker, more sensual version of itself prickles Indigo’s skin to rapt attention. And to think he had harbored concerns over just how his two bonded partners would manage not only with himself, but with each other.

Taisho’s lips find his own for a passionate, lingering kiss and his tone shifts to something softer, warmer somehow. “Good morning, tsukihana.”

Indigo slides a hand over one fair cheek. “And to you, my dear one.”

They settle on either side of his body, their hands entwining atop his chest, ensconcing him in warmth and a level of security he had not imagined possible.

Fingers card through his thick mass of waves, the tips of Taisho’s nails tickling his scalp whilst Grimm strokes his bare arm with a slow drag of his hand.

“If the two of you do not stop, I shall lie here all afternoon.”

His voice is a hazy rendition of its usual crisp tone, the edges of his speech slurred and muted. What a wondrous thing to be cared for in such a manner as this, to be cherished by not one, but two. Such sublime contentment, such lulling comfort, such–

The hand tending to his hair withdraws with an abrupt curl of fingers and Taisho shrinks back with an almost gasping catch of breath, that back of that same hand now pressed beneath his nose. Indigo does not miss the way the tips of those fingers tremble with the slightest flick of motion. Even after centuries apart, such a thing shall always be his complete and utter undoing.

“Iiihh–! IhhSSHHHeeh! IHH-SSSHHeeh! IihSSCHt! –GISSSSHeeh! Hhiih-EIISSHHeh!”

Gods, why does it always seem as if the sneezes are far too complex for proper expulsion, and yet without a means for complete escape, as if the effort required cannot possibly exist?

“Bless you,” Indigo says in that obnoxiously breathless voice that he so despises.

Like some helplessly besotted maiden. Great gods.

“Show off,” Grimm says from the opposite side of him.

Taisho chuckles against the ridge of his fingers before dropping his hand, albeit cautiously. “Thank you,” he says to Indigo. His gaze flicks to Grimm with an air of amusement. “I do not do this with purpose, senshi.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Grimm waves him off and turns his scrutiny to Indigo, leaning in to gather a deep whiff of his hair.

“Whatever are you doing, Grimm?”

The other man is sniffing him like some manner of police dog, intent on finding an illegal substance.

Indigo shoves at his shoulder. “Stop that this instant!”

“Uh huh.” Grimm’s smile widens to something wicked and nefarious. “You didn’t ‘accidentally’ wash your hair with that lavender shampoo of yours, did ya?”

Indigo blinks. Is the other man honestly accusing him of such sabotage??

“I most certainly did not!” Indigo grabs at his hair and sniffs it himself, as if doing so will somehow change his feelings on the matter.

“Suuure you didn’t.”

“By the gods, I did no such thing!” Indigo sits up and pushes his way past Grimm’s position, flinging the sheets aside and flouncing towards the bathroom.

Of all the audacious, absurd, insulting suggestions . . . !

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Grimm watches as his partner storms away like some super pissed-off girlfriend hellbent on proving a point.

“He is filled with anger for no reason,” Taisho says with a sniffle.

“Nah.” Grimm reaches across the nightstand and hands over several tissues. “I put some in his new shampoo.”

Those pale eyebrows shoot up faster than a rocket launch. “You did. . . ?” A low, barely suppressed laugh. “Senshi, that is evil.”

“Yeah.” Grimm grins like a goddamn Cheshire cat. “It is.” He beckons to Taisho with a crooking finger. “Hey. Come here.”

Taisho obliges him and Grimm brushes the shortest layer of his white hair aside.

“You would like for me to kiss you,” Taisho says.

“Uh huh. I would.”

Taisho grabs his shoulders and dives in for a salacious lip lock before Grimm can fake any kind of smoothness, pinning him against the massive headboard with a thunk of furniture-meets-wall.

Shit, the guy is otherworldly strong, despite that willowy, elegant stature. Ain't no way Grimm is gonna move unless Taisho lets him, either. A bass-level, rumbling growl ebbs from his throat and nails dig into his skin.

“Do not forget.” Taisho drags his tongue down the most fragile part of Grimm’s throat and nips at the spot where his pulse throbs. “I am also evil.”

That smile is all teeth and wicked sincerity, eyes gleaming bright.

Oh. Oh fuuuu–

“Hmmn,” Grimm grabs the edges of his sheer kimono-robe thing and jerks him closer. “That's hot.”

From somewhere in the depths of the bathroom comes a series of frustrated huffs, followed by one very accusational “Grimm!!!”

He pauses in unbelting Taisho’s robe and cocks an eyebrow. “Guess he figured it out.”

Indigo stalks into the bedroom like a whirlwind of pissed off cats, a bottle clutched between his fingers.

“Grimmwolf Amadis! I know that you–!!” His voice trails into nothingness, the indignant rage vanishing in an instant to be replaced by a rather amused tilt of the head. “And just what, praytell, is happening here?”

The breadth of Grimm’s wicked grin is nothing short of nefarious. “Nothin’ much. Sensei here is about to fuck me. Or eat me. Maybe both.”

“Well, then.” Indigo sets the bottle on the nightstand and offers a sly smile of his own. “I suppose I should assist him.”

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Ohayō gozaimasu, dākuyuri - Good morning, dark lily. tsukihana - Moonflower Odaiji ni - Take care

#EFF writes #my god these three should come with a warming sign #I swore I'd go through them in order #but I lied #your spelling and descriptions are on point as always #this mischief was a treat to read thank you very much #I am officially A Fan of the trio #/why are trios like that for me #idk #I am in the fandom as they say #I may need to do a thing (very specific)#SO MANY THOUGHTS

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moonlitkit · 2 days ago

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That moment when somebody is trying to hold back a sneeze and you can hear their control break on the inhale…

#snzarios #snzprompts #oh yes this is good #I can *hear* it

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moonlitkit · 2 days ago

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What I love about the ask meme is you see a lot of common threads (fun ways to make friends / follow new people) but just a lot of in depth answers I find fascinating. Clearly I will be making more of these... you guys have been great.

#mooncat speaks

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moonlitkit · 2 days ago

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Duty, pt2 - When You Go

This absolutely did not go where I thought it was going to go. It's long for a post of mine (around 2400 words) and it has snz and teasing like I thought and then emotion happened because Brandt is a lot bit prideful and out of sorts because he's sick. Leaning into plot / the longer story so a reminder of more things to come. I hope you enjoy.

[[Go to Part 1]]

They lay together in peaceful silence for a bit, before Brandt felt Alaina begin to comb through his hair. No doubt the shoulder length strands were in full disarray; his hair was just curly enough to be called curly, not enough to hold a consistently neat form.

Well, not through a round of indulging his beloved. Given her concerns, he wasn’t sure if he should be done or not… well, given any honesty at all he was most certainly not done, he knew how he was with a cold like this. There was still a low-level tickling remaining, and Alaina, his darling of decades, knew it just as well as he did from those same past-to-now predictions.

It wasn’t anything terrible, he could hold off. And really should, because the more he got wound up the harder it was going to be to stop for any length of time.

And he had his duties, even before counting service to the King over Kingdoms the next few days. His mind turned it over like a puzzle.

“I have to leave around lunch,” Brandt said, thinking aloud.

“Time enough,” Alaina said, working her nails down to his scalp.

A little breath of a pleased groan escaped him, and he let himself simply savor a moment before belatedly asking, “Time enough for what?”

“To make sure you know damn well what you’ll be missing when you go,” she said.

Brandt laughed, startled and far more pleased than he ought to be. Gods, but he adored his queen’s fire. “And what am I missing, Sunrise?”

“My presence,” she said, her magic stirring like a lake just barely disturbed and his power reached for hers at once. The energy tangled loosely, like a balm on his soul. “My voice. My touch…”

She caressed his face and he leaned into it, tipping his head into her palm and kissing her fingers. “All good points.”

“The gentle care you need,” she insisted.

It was a gamble, they both knew he could be obstinate. He opened his eyes to look up at her, then let them close since he couldn’t make out much of her where he lay tucked against her with his head on her shoulder.

“Dearest,” he said gently. “You have to know I would prefer your care.”

“However,” she muttered.

“However,” he agreed, rolling over onto his side and looping an arm around her. “I have a duty. And I am not a man to set that aside if I don’t have to.”

“You’re ill,” she insisted.

“I am, but it’s the beginning of a cold. Just because I had a few fits doesn’t mean I’m that sick. I’m that sensitive.” He nuzzled at her. Sniffled, and felt her tense slightly. “I’ll mirror you every night. And you know what?”

“What?” She asked carefully.

“I’ll tell you allllll about it,” he said, grinning wickedly. “Every tickle, every catch of breath, every hitch and hold, every moment where I had to fight back sneeze after sneeze…”

“Brandt Archian.”

He laughed, light and free, and sniffed again, sharper. It took no more effort than that to rouse that light, frustrating tickling back into being. “Do you need a reminder?”

“You absolute fiend,” she said. “Now? Shouldn’t you be trying to calm down?”

“What can I say, I don’t mind a little torture if it’s you,” he said, voice the deeper, dark silk that he knew made her shiver. Did make her shiver. It was immensely satisfying. “I’ll be fine, love. One more round before breakfast? Get it out of my system for a while…”

She snorted inelegantly, as aware as he was that that simply did not happen. For her, sure; two, three sneezes at a time at most unless she’d been thoroughly irritated, and then she’d be good. He would be dealing with the impulse all day. If he were being honest, probably the better part of a week with a cold like this.

Alaina was watching him, and he knew that look because he’d elicited it often. Wary. Concerned. On the cusp of a justified ‘no’ but oh, so very tempted otherwise.

He propped himself up on his elbow, pressing the back of his hand briefly to his sensitive nose, then replacing it with a bent knuckle to test and see that… ahh yes. The sensitivity was ready to bear fruit. He grinned sharply, eyes full of mischief. “It would be so easy, Alaina. You don’t know how much control I’m already using. How easy it would be to just… let go, find blessed relief for us both.”

“Don’t make it about me,” she warned, but her voice lacked conviction.

“My life centers around you Sunrise,” he said. “I rise and flow around you, turned in like a flower towards the sun.”

“Like the blue ruffles you wouldn’t let me remove around the gardens?” She said, biting her lip when he wrinkled his nose.

They were… decently pretty wildflowers, but they didn’t specialize in pretty — they specialized in pollen, early spring through mid summer, and were the primary offender when it came to any allergic distress he dealt with at that time, at home.

There were others elsewhere in places he did not have his Alaina to indulge and that was wholly unfair.

More importantly, just the thought, the memory of that cloying smell and the silver-white dusting of pollen on the ruffled blue petals, made his nostrils flare. It wouldn’t have been nearly so bad if he didn’t already have a tickle very much embedded in his sinuses, if he wasn’t already feeling suggestible, but he was.

“Going to sneeze, love?” Alaina asked, her gaze fixed on his face.

She’d told him more than once he was expressive. Had she realized that she had inadvertently taught him what tells to repress — or play up?

“Maybe,” he said, sniffling. He let his eyes unfocus, lips parting just enough to pass the tip of his tongue between them as if with nerves, then blinked his eyes back into focus with a sharp sniff. Already, she was fixated. He smiled charmingly, but let it wobble at the corners. “You’d like that, wh’hh…wouldn’t you.”

“You’re so much trouble,” she breathed.

“Snf. Am I?” He grinned then, seeing he almost had her. “I think you like that nffft… snf… h’hh...”

“Already so irritated,” she said, a hand raised before she pulled it back towards her.

“Touch me.” Brandt said, tipping his head up, nose wrinkling. He was beginning to really feel it now, as if simply repeating his usual signs was enough to make them count. It felt like the tickling was filling his nose the longer he went without relief, and with no intent to stop. If it got to his sinuses he was going to be indulging her thoroughly whether or not she was asking for it aloud.

Flushed from cheeks to chest, lips richly red from being thoroughly kissed, and her pupils dilated, she wanted, and who was he to deny her?

“You only have… only have s-so much time before…” he trailed off, dark brows knitting together, not in dismay but in need. His chest expanded with a sharp breath, and he raised a hand towards his face, not to provoke but to hope to put off the inevitable long enough for Alaina to say something—

She didn’t say. Instead, a hand curled over his and she gently pushed his down. When she leaned, long red hair —a little wild, like her— fell around him like a curtain, and when she shifted her weight a few strands whispered over his face.

It was too much.

“AeSSSHHT!” One hand gripped the bedding, trying so hard not to touch his face. Not that he thought he was likely to stop it now; once it got this far he just had no choice but to let go, but a little pressure to soothe, to take the tickling down a notch, was a reflexive desire. “H’hhh… hehhiiih…. HehhiiIIH!”

Nothing.

Alaina’s hand slipped into place instead and he sniffled earnestly, nuzzling against her fingers. His eyes squinted without any predetermined desire to tease her, just the raw need to get that tickling out as soon as possible. Either of the two would be nice.

“So slow this time, is it love?” She smiled, settling into a better position, though she gasped a little when his hand slid down and squeezed her thigh.

“Oh yes,” he said, grinning unsteadily. He tipped his head up, inviting touch, and she ran her nails through his hair, over an ear and down his jawline to his chin. Brandt kissed her fingertips as they passed over his lips, and nudged his nose at her palm when she was near enough.

“Impatient, are we?” Alaina teased.

“I might be currently coming down with the sneeziest cold in my life and IIIiiiieeh—” Brandt ducked his head with a useless false start.

“Might—? you have already caught cold, no ‘coming down with’ anything,” she informed him.

“One can pre— ehhNTCH!” Oh, there- “ESSSHH! Hy’eESSHHUu! h’hhTSSHHCHIH!”

“Bless you,” she said, voice warmer than perhaps she’d meant it if she’d intended to scold him. “You are sick. With a cold. A very evident cold.”

“’Lainaaaaaa…” He’d meant to protest, but of course she had an unfortunate point. He sneezed again; abrupt, itchy, and punctuated with a sharp gasp at the end that threatened more.

She found a handkerchief somewhere and dangled it between them. “Now what were you saying?”

He didn’t need it. He knew he didn’t need it. It would feel very nice, because he was very sensitive and irritated, but he didn’t need it.

But he knew his need drove her wild and he had no issues playing things up. “Alaina.”

“Tell me,” she said, waving the square of fabric in a gentle motion. “What were you saying?”

Brandt sniffed sharply and rubbed his nose cautiously against his knuckles. For all he loved teasing her, there was a point of no return he couldn’t afford to cross, having business beyond the bedroom later. He wasn’t there yet, but it could happen if he wasn’t mindful.

“I was saying,” he said slowly, “one can pretend.”

She leaned back, absently tossing her hair over her shoulder to gather at her back and out of the way. “Pretend.”

“And I’m very good at it,” he said, watching her with a wicked smirk. She didn’t want to like it. Didn’t want to let him win, not for not having enjoyed the game of it, but because if he could recover his control after everything she lost a powerful counter to convince him to stay home.

(If he agreed that easily she’d think he was dying, but they always played this game anyway.)

“Pretend what?” she asked, calculating.

“That I’m well,” he said simply.

“Then you admit you’re ill,” she said, a pale victory considering where the ‘argument’ was at now.

“I do appear to be, don’t I?” He sat up, brushing the backs of his fingers along her cheekbone and following it to the shell of her ear, tucking her hair back. That had not gone where he’d meant to, but it was what he had. He sighed. “My sweet Sunrise. You hate this.”

“You’re leaving,” she said, tipping her head into his hand and fixing him with eyes the color of the clear, clean waters she called home. There were depths and it was only fitting she showed them, but they weren’t dark save for a thin, barely noticed ring around her iris.

“I am,” he agreed. “A half day today, two days after, and the morning after that. It’s not terribly long.”

“You’re ill,” she stressed. “This will make it worse. Inevitably, it will make it worse. And you know that.”

“Not so much worse I can’t cope with it,” Brandt soothed.

“You’re going to bottle it up to deal with later,” she said. “And you will be affected by that pressure. You’re going to fold the minute your guard’s down whether or not you want to, like to, or can even ‘afford’ to..”

“I most certainly will not,” he said, a little offended. The second as he was speaking that he saw her realize her mistake sat sour on him. Because she’d meant that. Every bit of it. “Do you have so little faith in my control, Alaina?”

“There are some things,” she said carefully. “That no one can control. That doesn’t make you weak, it makes you mortal.”

“Well, jury’s out, I’ve never stayed dead before,” he snipped, rising.

“Wait, Brandt—” she hurried to get up as well, all five foot flat of her standing before him, a hand touching his bare chest in hopes to stay him by emotion since she hadn’t brought the power to bear to force it. “Please, think about this.”

“I thought about it,” he said. “I’m going.”

“At least have breakfast? Medicate?” She urged.

“It’s not that bad,” he said dismissively.

“If I didn’t know better I’d say it was early spring and you’d planted your face in a field of wildflowers,” she said, a hint of impatience edging her voice.

“That can be fixed,” he said, voice dropping low.

She stilled. “Brandt.”

“Alaina, my heart, light of my life, I will kiss you goodbye,” he said. He never left of his own will without kissing her, without telling her he loved her — even when he was angry, he never left the palace without that much.

He’d barely finished speaking when Alaina got up on the bed and pulled him into a searing kiss without so much as a ‘by the way’. He steadied her with his hands at her hips. A kiss of loving passion, of ‘I’ll miss you’ and ‘I could strangle you’ all in one. This was not a new combination. They’d work it out by his call that night.

“I love you, Sunrise,” he said softly as soon as she gave him space to regain his breath.

She sighed and dropped her head on his shoulder. “As I love you, starbright. Now go be an idiot, so you can come back to me.”

Brandt made a little annoyed sound. “I’ll be fine.”

“You had better be,” she said.

“I think we’d best end this here,” he said, aware of the slow rousing of his temper despite his efforts. He hated being angry like this. Anger had its place, but this was petty irritation stirring up in his illness. That had no place here, not with her.

Of course, she was not without pride, temper, or frustration herself.

“Hmph.” She vanished into the ensuite.

He supposed it didn’t matter if he got tidied up so much when he’d be in guise. What did it matter what your true form looked like when you weren’t wearing it?

#reblog for the evening crowd #probably should flip to posting during this time slot

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moonlitkit · 2 days ago

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About That NPC: Veld edition

Are you into sfFF7? Are you aware of the section of the timeline known as "Before Crisis"? No to either or both? Today's you're lucky, lucky day, because @uhhmmm (I hope that tags you, I had to C+P) has asked about VELD.

Veld no-canonical-last-name is from a mobile game that is a part of the sfFF7.Compilation. - not the Remake, exclusively sfFF7 and for that matter only released in Japan for a brief time. Any translations and videos of the game are from fan efforts. They're a little stiff, as direct translations done by fans often are, and you don't really get essence of characters. However there's some things that are very, very clear.

Veld is the leader of the Turks during sfFF7.Before.Crisis and (unsaid but easily guessed), off-screen leader for most of sfFF7.Crisis.Core, though again not explicitly stated. He came before Tseng of the Turks, and was there as early or earlier than Vincent Valentine, as translations reveal they were likely work partners, and I've always had a Reno/Rude vibe with Vincent being the young devilish punk, and Veld being the straight man (not necessarily straight, I tend to go bi and there's nothing to prove me wrong) who's more stoic / serious but also a daredevil.

The Turks, to back up a minute, are somewhere between a secret service for the company overlords and an sketchy version of the CIA that's only oversight, only real moral backbone... is Veld. And he's made a lot of compromises over the year.

Veld is probably in his late 40's when BC starts, so he's heading for 60 by game in (it spans before, during, and after CC and the OG, and is not actually in total chronological order that I can tell Oo). He's a little stick figure-y in-game but here's a pair of pics I found. To your left, young, too serious, too burdened Veld. To the right, an older, seasoned Veld who has See Shit, DONE Shit, and was pretty sure he had no fucks left to give.

I mean, he was wrong but still. There's a lot of plotline stuff and most of the wiki page is correct as far as I recall (look him up over Verdot, which is also what he's called.) There was the whole thing about if he'd bombed his hometown OR if it was a miscommunication where someone just didn't hear him right. Knowing Veld, knowing what lengths he goes to for his loved ones, I have trouble believing he'd hurt them.

Quick rundown below, as well as some thoughts about him through the snz POV:

head of the Turks since the beginning, Old Guard / Vincent's partner before he went to Nibelheim and got himself shot

at some point in the decade after Vincent (best friend and imo love interest) Veld is married, has a daughter, and then while his daughter is a child / early teen, his home town (Kalm) is bombed.

He is told his wife and daughter died. Emotionally wrecked, he is also physically wrecked as he lost one of his arms in the bombing and it was replaced with a cybernetic.

offscreen period of time where he's in a deep depression and literally holding himself together only because there are people - his department, most of them much younger than him - that depend on him

Some later gems include:

finding out several people aren't actually dead

resigning when historically Turks "retire" in a body bag

"dying" in front of a group of people, but also not being dead

returning to help his old colleagues in a seriously dramatic fashion

I do write Veld with a sense of humor, I expand on canon hints to a not-so-hidden caring side, though he'll still kick your ass in gear if you need it. He's not afraid to discipline, not afraid to be harsh or cruel if that's what it takes to be sure his "kids" come back safely.

In my opinion, he was extremely sparingly sick as a younger man. Vincent had the tendency to pick up colds, but Veld? Veld "never" got sick, though he had some flower allergies. Now later on in life, the bombing took his immune system and gave it a good shake, and he was never the same after. He got sick, usually respiratory, and it goes to his nose and throat.

Veld is a man who cares about his dignity when he can afford to, so as you can imagine, coming down with a sneezy cold is difficult at best. Now multiply it by several colds spanning across fall-winter, allergies in spring-summer, and generally sensitive overall. He would be very, very easy to induce if he's not specifically fighting it.

I see a crisp handkerchief and a lot of stifles from him, but far fewer sniffs if he can help it. Hitching is as quieted as he can at work, but amongst certain circles, it can be much more vocal.

Anyway, hot and FUN to write.

#feel free to ask more questions!#I really wasn't sure what to say so I just rambled #moonlit ramblings

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moonlitkit · 2 days ago

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Fab new ask list! 9, 10 and 11, if you would, please. And of course feel free substitute at will if these are repeats :)

Hey thanks! I thought it was fun. Absolutely taking suggestions on more people might like me to throw together. Now...

For the Get to Know The Blogger Meme || accepting

I have answered these (9) What do you like that's pretty standard? -and- (10) What don't you like that's pretty standard? as well as (11) Describe your favorite symptom(s). BONUS: explain why you enjoy your favorite symptom(s).

So since you were so kind to give the option the substitute... I'll revisit 5 (answered earlier here), do 14 for the first time, and discuss more on why I like what I do from 13 (which I did answer already but not in that way.) ...except in numerical order. XD

5) What are some of your favorite tropes / themes? - take 2!

someone so damn irritated that they give up on fighting, give up on manners, give up on pretenses, on appearances, on anything but sneezing right then, however many times it takes

an established relationship where the pair / moresome involved know each other so well that from the first glimpse of a symptom they know what kind of thing is wrong, what the afflicted is going to try, and how to counter it to get them taken care of

someone who is the rock of a friend group / work group (also smaller relationships but I mean specifically a small team or bigger sized group here) and they've got it ingrained in them that they can't get sick, they can't show weakness, or everything will fall apart. Because people depend on them, because everyone leans on them... and then the pressure is too great and they fold and everyone steps up. I love that one so much.

13) What snz-adjacent things do you love? EX: handkerchiefs, tissues, warm blankets, stolen hoodies, comfort items etc.

So I mentioned -checks post- tissues / handkerchiefs, warmed blankets / hot towels, tea, and comfort items. Here's why.

Tissues and handkerchiefs are generally preparedness, though of course sometimes there's someone who carries them as a part of their outfit - someone in a suit with a pocket square, someone who honestly carries it for other people, etc - but in terms of snz, this is someone who knows they're irritated, they're sniffly, they're going to have to sneeze and all those delightful thoughts went through their minds getting ready. (Bonus if they're REALLY prepared, more than one, because you know what that means.)

Warmed blankets / hot towels are honestly something I just didn't think of in kink-context until my rp partner brought it up organically and it clicked. How beautiful is that? Chasing off a physical chill, having prepared something specifically because someone is in need, maybe your someone, and every precious little thing you can do matters.

Tea! Okay so I'm a tea drinker slash cocoa drinker, never got into caffeine (it's a BAD IDEA, I'm not talking the normal health issues either) but tea is just so versatile, there's something for everyone, it's a whole ritual of sitting down with a hot drink and frankly I myself usually get something of a sore throat with the sniffles because my body's that kind of jerk, so having a big mug of tea when I don't feel well is natural. Also fun when characters who "don't drink tea" suddenly do and you know something's up. Ask me about Veld sometime.

Comfort items! I think this is kind of explanatory too but it's also a really versatile thing; tea, soup, special tissues, The Big Hanky, bath salts, plushies to cuddle on, stolen clothes to wear or snuggle, it's just ripe for the making. There's so many options there and you can tell us about the character by what they do / don't want! it's great!

14) If you're into inducing, what are your favorite methods? If only in specific scenarios, feel free to clarify.

I do not actually induce myself both because I'm a chronic stifler and I can't even enjoy it and because at the moment someone else is always home and I do not want a well meaning family member- -ahem- No. No thank you. But I love it in fiction, and in RP. Currently my favorites are abusing allergies (generally flowers), as well as a thin wire - like, not wire-wire but more of a stiff yet flexible filament I guess? A manual irritant that isn't in danger of breaking off, or getting stuck, etc. Takes the worry out of it.

Well. That got long. Hope you enjoyed!

#snz asks #snz kink

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Star//dew Valley - Random HCs

Warnings: Slightly NSFW, weed smokin’ mention and slightly controversial last pick lol

Elliott

First bc he’s my current husband lol

Also if he isn’t a snzfker I don’t know who is.

His loved gift is a feather. And he talks about his nose so. much.

Asdfghjkomg.

Kinda like how I make Dante where it’s his own snzs that get him off but when he finds the right person who will get into it with him he’ll naturally get to expand it. And things get incredible.

I see him searching for his perfect sound through practicing. (With said feathers, of course.) He stifles for a “foreplay” feeling and before he fully gave into the fetish he didn’t want any attention to him when he sneezed in public.

Poetic Sneezes

Bringing it to the boudoir he’s so freaking subby. His partner sitting on his lap while inducing him, instructing him which snz they want from him? He’s in heaven ✨

Being the wordsmith that he is, his pillow-talk is the absolute best in general but when he’s talking about his snzs? Even better. And he’ll see how much he can talk before he’s “interrupted”.

“My love, it feels as though a thousand tiny feathers are assaulting my nose. Just speaking of it makes my nose even more ti-hih-ticklish. It would feel so much better if I let myself sn-hahh-sn-sneeze-ihhh-ha…. hnn, oh my, even the word itself is affecting me.”

I didn’t say I was the wordsmith XD

He can turn the tables on his Farmer sometimes by going to very public festivals and finding something that will set him off. Acting all innocent when he captures the first few sneezes in a fancy handkerchief. “Oh dear. Something here seems to be bothering me.”

The Farmer’s heated warning “you’re going to get it when we get home” has him positivity giddy.

I’m not a huge fan of colds but the thought of him wrapped in blankets during the fall/winter in his breezy beach house while sick is just super precious. Farmer bringing him homemade soup and checking in on him. Yeeeessss. <3

Sam

Literally the reason I started playing this game was because of his hatred of spring. I refuse to take his flower dance text as canon. “I love flowers!” … how freaking dare.

I love to extra torture Sam and just make him allergic to everything. Blonde Himbo Energy™ demands it.

Living on the farm was probably a good idea in theory but the plants, the animals with their hay and dander… it’s a wonder why he doesn’t work much on the farm.

Seriously, married 5 years and he fixed the fences twice.

The Allergic Mess Look™ fits him so well. Red watery eyes and nose, constantly rubbing both. But it’s nothing he can’t handle when he’s with loving and caretaking Farmer. <3

Always sneezes twice or more. They always sound exactly as they are; trying desperately to remove the irritant. Each one is more violent than the last, he’s usually bent in half by the 3rd. Usually gets those sympathetic “ow!”s from other people.

I might be thinking of Mark shh lol

He gets colds at least 3 times during the winter and is a huge baby. Which works out since there’s less work in that season and he likes getting the Farmer to himself so he’ll absolutely eat it up. Aww <3

Wrapped in blankets with his hair down ;.;

Sebastian

The lack of suggestive kink content with him kinda makes me very sad.

He goes out in the rain all day and the next he’s totally fine? Malarkey.

KITTEN FITS!

The man canonically smokes up and if not a romantic relationship with the Farmer, he absolutely pays for them to grow him a little something on the side. Ha-wink.

But he does the cutest thing every time he pulls from his bong and the smoke makes him go into itchy fits he half-silences into his wrist.

He just starts shaking alarmingly since there’s no sound before quiet little “-‘xnt! h’xtch!” start escaping.

Blushes so hard when Farmer first saw him do it and the “awww!” that followed made his ears turn red. Adorbs.

Gets summer colds a lot. He loves the winter and immune to fall rain but sunshine knocks him out lol

His cold!sneezes are slower and more sickly sounding, muffles them in his hands, surprisingly heavy and exhausting sounding.

Pierre

LISTEN.

Controversial DILF canonically “allergic to pretty much everything”?! My kryptonite.

I could lay out a whole novella with the things I’ve thought about him lol I zone out a lot when grinding k? XD

#not me going to write a choose your own adventure fic with E.lliott #because I can and because this post gives me IDEAS #snz headcanons #not mine #but boy do I think a lot of it now

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moonlitkit · 3 days ago

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6, 7, 8, 9, 10 for your very own ask game, chef! 🥳 (I tried to pick ones that I don't think you've received so far, but please feel free to substitute if I'm wrong about that, lol)

Thank you! Sorry for the delay!

For the Get to Know The Blogger Meme || accepting

6) What, if any, appeals to you in real life?

I guess the expressions do it, if anything. And it generally has to be (1) an actor playing a role I love OR (2) someone who is mostly a stranger to me, but also some sort of a celebrity in line of actors / singers. For reasons too complex to address here, I get... weird, about people who weren't already in the public eye.

7) There are others in my head but my brain is consumed at the moment so I did also answer it here.

8) What tropes / scenarios do you love in fiction that you would hate in person?

contagion full stop, you wear that mask

getting sneezed on; I do not want my kink life to cross with my everyday life no thank you also see point 1

9) What do you like that's pretty standard?

Honestly a lot of my tastes are pretty standard? I like colds and allergies, I like build and hitching and sniffling, and desperately trying to sneeze or not to. I have a fairly good sized list on my pinned post.

10) What don't you like that's pretty standard?

The list linked above also has these but as a very specific answer, mess; not a fan of mess. Not much a fan of 'wet' period but it depends on level and descriptors? I can handle "wet" "damp" "moist" - might even use them - but I cannot handle "gurgle" "slurp" etc. I... no. YKINMKATO rule activate.

#sneeze kink #snz asks

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moonlitkit · 3 days ago

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Opinion in referencing fandoms?

I've seen a lot of like... actually I don't know popular fandoms these days #whups. BUT, the format of like "N/octis L/ucis C/aelum" or FF/15 and stuff and I know that's how you combat the search feature from snagging kink stuff. That's great but boy howdy is it unwieldy.

So here's what I'm thinking I'd do and I'd love some opinions. For fandoms, I'm thinking I'll change the tag by adding "Sf" on it. Well, sf.

sfDBZ

sfFF15

sfStarWars

See how it works? I don't know if it's what I need, but I can hope. I don't think I'm going to censor the character names unless, again, they're in tags. But we'll see?

I would love recommendations.

#sneezy things #blogging #tagging issues a la SF

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moonlitkit · 3 days ago

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RE: the snzblogger asks...

If I ever post a meme or something and you did too, and you're not getting any, send me "private ask" (so I know not to post it) and a request for a random number sent in as well as a link to the meme / meme title.

I mean unless you're like, mean to people (bigoted, racist, sexist etc) or I can't stomach some visuals on your blog seriously, I'm happy to make sure everyone gets at least one.

I just lost track of where I was sending asks to people. -sweat-

#mooncat speaks #anyone who feels this way can reblog it

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