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Aphorism 170. The Philosophy of Tropical Littorals and Seashores. Satyendra Sunkavally.

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How To Make Yourself Sneeze Easily

Sneezing or sternutation is an involuntary release of air from the nose. It happens when your brain’s trigeminal nerve, the nerve responsible for your face’s movements and sensations, senses irritants such as dirt, pollutants, bacteria and viruses in your nose. Sneezing can help clear your nasal passages and keep your respiratory system healthy.

However, sometimes when you have the urge to sneeze, and nothing happens. This can make you feel very irritated, frustrated and uncomfortable. The longer you go without sneezing, the worse the feeling gets. But there are tricks you can use to have a good sneeze.

Here are 10 easy ways to make yourself sneeze.

1. Use A Feather You can trick your nose’s defense mechanisms and trigger a sneeze by simply brushing underneath the nose to create a tickling sensation. Use a fake feather to brush the underneath of your nose and let the tickle take over. Do not use real feathers because feather dust can cause breathing problems in some people.

2. Sniff Spices Spices like cinnamon, pepper, cumin, and coriander can trigger a sneeze. These spices contain strong flavor which easily causes irritation to the nerve endings located in the mucous membrane inside your nose. Try opening a jar of spices and taking a gentle sniff. Be careful not to inhale too much of these spices, especially pepper, as this can cause pain and burning sensation in your nose.

3. Use A Tissue Twist up a tissue and wiggle in the back of your nose to bring on a sneeze. You can change the tissue if it becomes soft due to the moisture. This action will stimulate the trigeminal nerve to cause you to sneeze. Be gentle and do not sticking the tissue too far up into your nostril as it may cause pain or become stuck.

4. Sniff A Fizzy Drink Your nose is more sensitive to carbon dioxide, so sniffing the carbon dioxide from carbonated drinks can actually irritate your nose and stimulate sneezing. Hold a cup of carbonated drink right under your nose and inhale through your nose. Make sure that the carbonated drink is really fizzy if you want an instant effect.

5. Take A Deep Breath Of Cold Air Inhaling cold air irritates the lining of your nose and stimulates the trigeminal nerve. As a result of these, you may begin to sneeze almost instantly. Go to a cold area and take in some deep breaths of cool air. If it's not cold enough outside, try opening your freezer and breathe in the cold air.

6. Sniff A Strong Perfume A strong perfume can irritate your nose and make you sneeze. Do not directly inhale the perfume particles and never spray the perfume directly into your nose because this action can cause burning inside your nose, cough, or even choke temporarily. Instead, spray the perfume in the air and let the scent waft to you.

7. Use The Tip Of Your Tongue You can also trigger a sneeze by massaging the roof of your mouth with your tongue. This action will stimulate the trigeminal nerve that runs along the top of your mouth. Try to lightly run the tip of your tongue back and forth along the roof of your mouth. You may have to do this several times until you find the exact spot that triggers a sneeze.

8. Chew Peppermint Gum Chewing peppermint gum is a popular way to bring forth the sneeze reflex. Much like spices, the strong peppermint flavor can irritate your nose and trigger a sneeze.

9. Look At A Bright Light Weird but true: Some people have a hereditary condition named photic sneezing and can sneeze just by looking at a bright light, especially strong sunlight. This only works in about a third of people.

10. Pluck A Nose Hair Even thinking about this may start to make your nose itch. Plucking a nose hair can also lead to stimulation of the trigeminal nerve and can trigger a sneeze. Simply pluck a few nose hairs using a pair of clean tweezers. Be gentle as the skin in the nostrils is extremely sensitive.

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A Game Of Chess

When D/azai starts a game with C/huuya, he wins it. But will round two turn out differently, or will the King claim his Pawn once more?

So the wonderful @onetrickponi requested something from b/sd with ~this post~ as the inspiration.

I decided to go with S/oukoku, so here's a little two-part game of chess, two different situations where this phrase may occur.

Characters: C/huuya, D/azai and A/kutagawa (briefly over the phone) Word Count, Total: 4.8k Part One, Check: 2.3k Part Two, Mate: 2.4k

(CW: Swearing, sexual themes, character with the kink. No technical smut action happens, but it's quite heavily implied!)

~~~ Check ~~~

Ask anyone in the Port Mafia, and they’re sure to agree; Chuuya is a force to be reckoned with. One that, most will add, shouldn’t be reckoned with. And yet, he’s neither the king of the Port Mafia chess army, nor the queen. 

“Instead,” Dazai continues, taking pride in the pronounced groan from the couch next to him. Seems his talents have been wasted preparing mere witty retorts. A long drawn out monologue serves to coax an entirely new type of annoyance. “You’re more of a pawn. A mighty pawn! But, a pawn nonetheless.” 

“Watch it, you may be able to stop gravity manipulation, but you aren’t immune to other forms of violence.” Chuuya growls, hat sliding forward as he springs to his feet. He corrects it with a single hand, the other glove waving in frantic, yet meaningless, patterns. 

“Oh Chuuya, you have something planned? I knew you cared! See, I’ve been planning ways to bring you down a peg,” Dazai pauses to meet Chuuya’s rolling eyes with a wink, “for years now.” 

“What a load of-” 

“And yet, here I was thinking you didn’t care enough to do the same!” He pauses again, feigning hurt with a hand draped over his forehead in a gesture that can only be described as dramatic. A word often associated with the heart-of-gold, soul-of-grey, detective. “But it turns out I was wrong, Chuuya always car-” 

“AHK’SHHaa! Christ.”  

Chuuya cracks a grin behind his fist as the outburst nearly knocks Dazai off the counter he’d placed himself on. An onlooker would assume it was the ferocity of the sternutation, perhaps the volume. It wouldn’t be an unfounded guess. Chuuya’s not exactly one for subtlety, although he’d like to believe he can control them when needed. 

They’d be wrong. 

Being used to gunshots, like he is, the volume was practically nothing. Surprise could be another assumption, though it would once again be incorrect. While Dazai didn’t see it coming, he’s never been one to jump at unforeseen circumstances. It’s simply not his nature. 

And besides- 

“AESHH’ah!” 

-despite seeing Chuuya’s nose twitch, his brows furrow, and hearing the gasp catch in his throat, Dazai’s whole body trembles once more in time with the sneeze. 

“Oh dear, Chuuya will wake the neighbours at this rate!” 

It’s a bluff, and they both know it. A well thought out maneuver, disguised as a simple taunt. Meant to control the situation, a strategic move, like a chess piece gliding across the board.  

“AKSHH’iuh!” Chuuya straightens up, glove still pressed to his nose. There’s a beat of silence, Dazai’s annoyance monologue temporarily paused. He seems at a loss for words, breath coming a little quicker than a moment ago.

Unfortunately Chuuya doesn’t get to revel in it for long, the shift in his sinuses presenting an urgent distraction. “Pass the tissues, would ya?” 

Without a word, Dazai drops from the counter. As his footsteps fade off into the kitchen, Chuuya allows himself a single heady sniffle. As expected, it’s deeply irritating, both in noise and reaction. The itch that’s been taking its time spreading through his face suddenly hones in on his nose, increasing with every shaky breath. 

“AESHHiew! AKZSHH’aa! Oh Christ… hiH– AMFSHH!” 

Using his gloves isn’t exactly what Chuuya had intended, but hell. It’s better than aiming at the floor. Much as he may enjoy Dazai’s reaction to that display, the other detectives don’t deserve such indecencies.

“EMSFHHh!” Not to mention, the improperness of the act is more Dazai’s particular brand of infuriating. “Speaking of the asshole, when is… AEMFSH’ah! mon dieu. When is that bastard gonna get ba-” 

“Talking to yourself, one of the first signs of insanity, Chuuya.” Dazai calls, a smirk dancing across his face as Chuuya jumps.

“The first sign of insanity is- hH’AKZSH’aa!” He manages to duck to the side, wheeling back around with a glare. “Is the fact I’m wasting my breath talking to you.” 

“Oh dear, was that supposed to be a comeback? It lacks a bit of the wit a good retort should possess.” Dazai mocks, a smile dripping of bitter humour crossing his cheeks. “Seems Chuuya’s tongue isn’t quite as fierce as his glare.” And with that, Dazai leans against the wall, a tissue box still in his hand. 

In the time it had taken for him to walk to the supply closet and back, his entire demeanor had shifted. As simple as changing clothes, he’d replaced the off balance vulnerability with a controlled posture of dominance.  

Still trapped behind his hand, Chuuya finds his knees starting to weaken. It was clear what direction this interaction would be taking. While it wasn’t something he’d planned, it was certainly welcome nonetheless. 

“Well are you gonna hand them over or what?” Chuuya replies, a snarl creeping along his lip as his nose threatens to retaliate against the delay. Despite being pressed against the fabric lining his hand, it seems desperate for further relief. 

“Perhaps.” 

“Then hurry up, you bastard. I… hh– I hhhave to… hhAHh–” 

Dazai lunges forward, the movement sudden enough to trigger a fight or flight response. It takes every ounce of Chuuya’s willpower not to lash out as Dazai, in one fluid motion, grabs onto his wrist and pulls it away from his face. 

“Not yet,” Dazai hums, eyes alight. It seems the games have begun; with Chuuya at a deeply itchy disadvantage. Already down his queen by the second move. 

Dazai's been careful to avoid Chuuya’s bare skin, despite his ability working quite easily through clothing. It’s a hint to the nature of the game they’re playing. Each move will be calculated, each touch laced with intention. 

“aEHh–” Chuuya manages to starve it off with a sharp exhale, his body rapidly beginning to tremble as the power seeps from his veins into Dazai’s grip.

It’s not an entirely unpleasant feeling, some wouldn’t even notice. It’s not like the action of removing the gift has a sensation, it’s more… the lack of sensation as the power drains away. To someone like Chuuya, who almost constantly maintains a slight flow of their gift, it’s hard to miss. 

“Not as vocal,” comes the next command, Dazai’s grip loosening enough for one finger to trail down Chuuya’s arm, reaching the bare skin between his sleeve and his glove. The touch is cold, a gasp nearly escaping Chuuya’s tightened lips. 

“It’s nhehh– not gonna be easy,” Chuuya lets his eyes shut for just a second, savouring the sweet relief that the false depiction of privacy offers. The promise that when they open again, he’ll be free to release every itch. 

Dazai breaks the spell in a single move, the relief quickly replaced with overwhelming irritation. Chuuya’s eyes fall open in time with his mouth as he finds Dazai’s chocolate gaze awaiting his arrival. Nose still pressed against his, the smirk Dazai’s wearing is felt, more than seen. 

“My my, Chuuya. Your nose is so warm!” Dazai coos, leaning back to demonstrate by running a finger against his own nose, then back over to Chuuya’s. Biting his lip is the only way Chuuya keeps from moaning. Even Dazai touching his own nose seems to tickle. 

“hiEHh– D-Dazai…” 

“And,” Dazai continues, Chuuya’s breath catching in his throat. “It’s practically quivering. Chuuya must need to sneeze something awful. I wonder what could be causing this? Hmm, let’s see…” 

Trailing off, Dazai lets his eyes scan the room. It’s for dramatic effect, he already knows. There’s no doubt he’s known since the moment Chuuya walked in. It’s unlikely he planned for it, considering the earlier reaction, but there’s no question he caught on fast. 

The distraction gives Chuuya enough time to scrunch his nose, a desperate attempt to satiate the ever deepening urge. The action has quite the opposite effect however, a moan slipping past Chuuya’s tongue before he can catch it. 

“What was that, Chuuya?” Dazai hums, the action blowing a soft wind against Chuuya’s nose. It nearly tips the scales, only a frantic clench of the jaw allows him to control the burning need. His nostrils flare greedily, aching for another touch, something to give them the ability to overpower his will. 

“I’m… I’m gohhnna sneeze-” Chuuya manages to gasp out, his lips parting in a snarl, breath starting to come faster, chest beginning to tighten with his eyes–

“Did I say you could?” 

And just like that, the reaction stalls. A tear slides down his cheek, Chuuya nearly whining as Dazai’s cold touch wipes it away, a finger brushing the bridge of his nose. It feels as if his entire face is lit up, the flush on the tips of his ears beginning to match his nose. 

“I dohh… don’t think I… I caahhh– hEDT!  I can’t…” More stutters fall out, each word only delaying the inevitable. The sneeze is coming, and despite his best efforts, Chuuya knows there’s no fighting it. Not anymore. 

“No.” 

And still, somehow, despite the overwhelming desire, the unavoidable trembling, the greedy flaring, Chuuya feels his teeth clench. That command was firm, undeniable, and direct. He is not allowed to sneeze. 

Words die on his tongue, even the idea of parting his lips leaves him breathless. Once he allows a touch of air through, there will be more than words spilling out. Determined to maintain composure, he feels the world start to slip into a light fog. 

“Don’t hold your breath,” Dazai hums, giving Chuuya’s wrist a light squeeze. With a poorly contained gasp, Chuuya begins to pant. “You didn’t even notice, did you?” 

Chuuya answers in the form of a watery glare, still too itchy to risk words. Dazai’s fingers relax, dropping Chuuya’s wrist. Without a second thought, Chuuya raises it back to his nose, moaning at the relief the harsh touch offers. 

“AESH’NGKT! Merde-” 

His other hand quickly slips to his face, only managing to half-stifle the sudden burst. The allergic tears lining his eyes begin to pour over, his nose greedy for a full release. If anything, the stifle only served to make it worse. 

“I don’t believe I gave you permission for that,” Dazai starts, fingers beginning to trace up Chuuya’s neck, wrapping around his choker. Chuuya’s teeth pierce into his lip, knees weakening once more. “Though, maybe I’ll allow it. Seems it didn’t do anything to relieve that miserable tickle. I’ll even allow one more!” 

Without a second thought, Chuuya lets Dazai pull his head closer, aiming for a bandaged shoulder as the– “ANGKT!” brings him a moment of relief. From his position against Dazai’s chest, Chuuya lets a smirk flash across his features. Elevated pulse, body trembling in time with each gasp Chuuya takes. 

“I’m being awfully generous here, don’t you think Chuuya?” Dazai purrs, eyes beginning to dance once more as he pushes Chuuya back against the wall, releasing his grasp. “I think you should thank me.” 

From behind his wrist, Chuuya freezes. If he attempts to speak, he won’t be able to hold it back. The dam already broke, the stubborn power of sheer will is fending off the waves. Dazai should know that too… which means this is an indirect invitation to… 

“hieHh–!” 

…or a test. One that letting himself go would immediately fail. Studying Dazai’s expression, Chuuya attempts to navigate his response. The choice is quickly made for him, as Dazai leans forward with a wink. Shivers race down Chuuya’s spine as he feels the breath against his ear. 

“You’ve been quite obedient. Feel free to indulge your own desires now.” 

“AESHH! AK’SHHAA!” The double breaks free with a growl that leaves Dazai trembling almost as hard as Chuuya. Another follows on its heels, then a second, third, fourth, the fit continuing as Dazai’s lip begins to match Chuuya’s. 

“ASHH’aa! Cahhn’t stahh… stop– hH’AEMFSH!” 

A hint of concern passes through Dazai’s eyes as the fit doesn’t seem to let up. “Are you–” 

“AESHHiew! A bid idtchASHH! Idtchy. ADSHH’iuh!” 

“I can see that, or shall I say hear that,” Dazai replies, making a show of covering his ears with a teasing wince. “Might be the last thing I ever get to hear!” 

“Is thad a… ahh– ADTCHh! AESHH’aa! Is thad a complimedt?” Chuuya taunts, pausing to grab a handful of the tissues he’d nearly forgotten about. With a harsh blow, a moan slips out after it. The action lets air flow through his nose once more. “AECHH!” Which of course only serves to agitate it further. 

Dazai rolls his eyes with a smirk, hand finding his way to Chuuya’s thigh. “Only Chibi would think saying someone’s loud is a compliment.” 

“Only you would mean it as one. ASHH’iuh! Fucking Christ.” 

“Switching to English?” Dazai nearly growls, voice lowering with each desperate sneeze. “Is it already that intense?” 

In lieu of a response, Chuuya guides Dazai’s hand up from his thigh, letting the cool fingers brush his warm nose. The touch is excruciating, his chest heaving as he attempts to hold back long enough to get out, “Feel fehh… for yo- hAHhh– for yoursehhhlf.” 

Dazai takes the invitation, tracing each flaring nostril with his index finger, eyes beginning to gloss over nearly as much as Chuuya’s. His breath begins to fall in sync, both of them starting to pant. “Seems so,” Dazai manages to choke out, legs beginning to tremble once more. 

“hH’ASHH! AESCSHH! yeASHH’iuh! YESHH’shaa!” 

Unable to fight it any longer, Dazai leans forward and pulls Chuuya into a greedy kiss, his tongue betraying the depth of his hunger. Chuuya lets himself be swallowed into the embrace, hands finding their way up Dazai’s back to grip his jacket. Together they push back against the wall, intertwined in a beautiful tangle of limbs and tongues. 

Chuuya pulls away first, only managing a sharp gasp before he ducks into Dazai’s shoulder for another harsh– “AETCSHH!” which Dazai blesses with a light moan, pulling Chuuya closer. 

“I’m gonna kiss you again.” 

With a laugh, Chuuya pulls back again, mischief lighting up his eyes. “Did I say you could?” 

Dazai returns the gaze, hunger dripping from his narrowed eyes. “Sadistic, Chuuya.” 

“Shut up and kiss me, bastard.”

~~~ Mate ~~~

Ask anyone in the Armed Detective Agency, and they’ll tell you that Dazai is one of their more valuable assets–

“Yeah, I’m gonna stop you right there,” Chuuya calls from his position resting against the doorway. “The only one who’d call you that is yourself, you smug bastard. The rest of ‘em have enough sense to see you for what you really are.” 

Dazai sighs, letting the paperwork he’d been pretending to fill out for an hour lay abandoned on a desk. A desk that’s certainly not his. Along with a carefully forged note asking Atsushi to fill it out, on behalf of one Kunikida. 

Turning back to the interruption, Dazai gestures vaguely at the empty office. “Then why would they leave me all alone to watch the business? They know I can handle such a task!” He trails off with another performative sigh, sprawling out over his desk. “It’s tiresome, being so crucial and trusted.” 

In response, Chuuya merely huffs a growl, rolling his eyes for what feels like the fifth time in the past ten minutes. 

“Chuuya wouldn’t understand,” Dazai continues with a wink, earning the sixth eye roll. “He’s merely a pawn, while I am a king!” 

“Isn’t the king practically useless?” Chuuya asks, raising an eyebrow incredulously. “The queen does all the work after all.” 

“Ah, a pawn such as yourself would think like that, wouldn’t they?” Spinning in his chair, Dazai catches Chuuya’s eyes with that shit-eating grin that practically screams ‘I’m better than you so I’ll try to dumb this down’. It’s infuriating, and Chuuya finds himself fighting the urge to roll his eyes yet again. 

“While the king may not be on the front lines, his influence is what guides the entire kingdom. Without him, the battle would rage with no cause or order, each piece fighting for themselves. A mere pawn cannot take out a knight with pure strength, he needs a strategy. That’s where the king comes in.” 

“That’s the player, moron,” Chuuya retorts, a new confidence leaving his eyes shining. For once, the high-and-mighty attitude Dazai’s sporting might be all bluster. He mistook the king for the player, a foolish mistake. 

For a minute, just a minute, there’s silence. No witty retort, no smug explanation, just a pause. One hanging thick with deeper meanings, and… something Chuuya would almost call sadness. The look Dazai gives him holds no sense of authority. There’s no superiority in his expression, just a haunting wash of melancholy behind his whiskey soaked eyes. 

Chuuya opens his mouth, just to close it again. No words seem appropriate, not while that look remains on Dazai’s face. A look that suggests something deeper to his meaning that he desperately wished Chuuya would’ve understood. 

The ringing that sounds out knocks Chuuya from his thoughts. His fist connects with the doorframe before he can catch a breath, blood pumping through his ears. “Fucking-!” 

“Chuuya!” Dazai laughs, a cheshire smile smothering the expression that had just occupied that space. Or maybe it was never there at all… “What a foul tongue! And go easy on the offices, would ya? We don’t exactly have the unlimited budget of the Port Mafia. Kunikida will finally have that aneurysm if he finds a hole in the wall.” 

Clutching his phone as it continues to demand attention, Chuuya aims a glare at no one in particular. Not giving Dazai the satisfaction of a direct reply, he snaps open the phone and turns his back to the room. “This is Chuuya.”

The voice starts rambling on about meetings, conferences, deadlines, and something to do with ‘assignment reports missing key details involving jinko’. Digging his fingers into his temple, Chuuya considers hanging up on the kid. 

While there’s no denying his talent in battle, his mannerisms always seem to hit a nerve. A similar nerve to the one Dazai hits, or maybe closer to the sleepless nights where thoughts refuse to give up control.

A combination of everything he hates about himself and Dazai, wrapped up in one human being. Still, it’s hardly like he’s to blame for that. Not like you can hold it against the kid for learning from the role models he was given. 

“Look, Akutagawa, I’m a bit busy at the momen–” Chuuya nearly growls as a noise sounds off behind him, an all too familiar one. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he considers leaping from the window. The only thing stopping him is the prickling starting to invade his sinuses. Too late now, no point in suffering for nothing. 

Spinning on his heel, Chuuya casts the darkest glare he can muster at the ‘all too innocent’ whistling detective still holding the weapon in his bandaged hands. Hard to believe a bottle so small can cause such huge fallout, and yet Chuuya can’t deny the powerful itch beginning to spread. 

“I’m gonna hahh– have to call you back. No, I understand the meaning of urgent, do you understand the meaning of busy?” Flipping Dazai off as the snickering gets louder, Chuuya pulls the phone away from his face. “hH’ANGZT!” 

“What’s the matter, Chuuya? You seem a bit irritated?” Dazai calls, increasing his volume to ensure his voice carries through the phone. “Is it talking to Akutagawa? That always sets me in a foul mood.” 

The noise from the phone seems almost hurt, coated in a thin veil of disgust. Chuuya brings a glove to his nose, pinching it shut long enough to get out, “You talk to him then.” Thrusting the phone in Dazai’s general direction, he leans into his opposite shoulder to muffle another “AMFSHH’uh!” 

“Speak to Akutagawa? Yeah, I’ll pass.” Dazai taunts, aiming his speech at the phone, clearly putting on a performance. “That would just ruin my day, and it’s been going pretty well up till now. I spend my days actively hoping I won’t run into that guy.” 

“You-” Akutagawa starts, before the lines goes silent as Chuuya’s body jerks with another “AHGNTiew! AKNGDT’hah! Merde.” 

“Are you alright?” Akutagawa offers, the genuine nature of the question getting overpowered by joyous laughter bubbling up from Dazai. Chuuya barely has time to glare before he’s aiming for his shoulder again as another harsh sneeze nearly doubles him over.  

“Oh Chuuya here’s just fine, I think he’s just allergic to your presence! Even through the phone, you seem to leave him in… quite a state.” Dazai wipes a tear from his eye as Akutagawa lets a few faint curses slip through the phone. “Maybe you should consider hanging up, let the man have a bit of time to breathe.” 

Finally able to get a word in, Chuuya brings the phone back to his ear with a cautious fist pressed against his nose, fingers holding it shut. “I’b fide. Just repord to Bori idstead. I’b a bid… ah’GNt!” He breaks off into a cough, the tight stifle leaving his head pounding. “A bid preoccupied.”

After a few muffled objections, a comment Dazai vaguely catches about ‘why are you even there’, and a final request for backup on the next mission he’s being sent on, Akutagawa hangs up. 

Dazai offers an innocent smile as Chuuya turns back to him, a red hue beginning to flitter over his skin, fists balled at his sides. “What the hell was that, you bastard! Are you seriously trying to– AESHH! trying to get a fucking– YEASHH’iuh! fucking pounding?” 

“Why Chuuya,” Dazai coos. “What a generous offer! I’d simply adore it if you pounded me all–” 

“Shut the fuck up, you know that’s not what I meant.” Chuuya growls, pawing at his nose as another sneeze doubles him over. “Mon dieu. Did you really hhhah– have to spray that in here? If I don’t… ihihh– if I don’t leave I’m gonna be itchy for hours. ARSHH’iuh!” 

“Oh my- I really didn’t think that through, did I? How reckless of me,” Dazai hums, sliding up from his chair. Chuuya feels himself step backwards before he can process the change, involuntarily retreating from the source of the tickle. 

Sliding a hand in front of his face, Chuuya glares over the makeshift mask. “You’re still covered in the stuff. Keep your distance mackerel or I swear I’ll breAKSHH’aa!” 

“Sorry,” Dazai replies, taking another step closer. “I didn’t quite catch that. Or you’ll what?” 

“I’m serious, you bastard. I’m… hASHH! EMFFSHH! AHMFSH’aa! Fucking Christ.” Chuuya coughs out, his nose twitching dangerously with each step Dazai advances. As if just the knowledge of a closer proximity to his allergen is making the reaction worse. 

“You’re having sex with the lord?!” Dazai gaps, a playfully smug expression resting across his eyes. “I mean, I know I’m good in bed, but to call me your saviour.” 

Not bothering to dignify that with a response, Chuuya takes another step back, missing his shoulder completely when the next “yeASHH’iuh!” catches him off guard. Dazai seems to tremble a little at this display, crossing the distance between them in a single stride. 

Chuuya takes a step forward, taking note of the way Dazai allows the intrusion, sinking back to allow Chuuya space to stand. His posture is open, inviting, nothing like the commanding stance of last time. This is a new game, and he’s inviting Chuuya to take the lead. 

“Well fuck,” Chuuya growls, lowering his glove just long enough to let the sickly floral scent intrude past his defenses. He nearly whimpers as the itch increases tenfold, each breath bringing a new round of desperate hitching. “IhheHh– I’m gonna sneeze-” 

“Did I say you could?” Dazai purrs, the sound catching in his throat as Chuuya spins him around, knocking him into the wall hard enough to expel his breath. 

“I don’t remehhmber asking.” Chuuya smirks as Dazai’s eyes flash, his tongue poking through his teeth in a hiss of pleasure. Leaning closer to his shoulder, Chuuya allows his breath to catch once, twice–

“AESHH’ou!” 

The action jerks his body closer to Dazai’s, a moan slipping from the detective's lips. Barely a moment to catch his breath, Chuuya lets the second, third, and fourth slip out in rapid succession, each aimed a little closer to Dazai’s neck. 

By the fifth Dazai’s panting, shivers running through him as Chuuya’s nose rests against the bare skin. Gathering his composure long enough, he brings Chuuya’s hips towards his own. Dazai leans his head back, eyes fluttering shut in time with Chuuya’s. 

“I’m not… not done…” Chuuya stutters out, a single tear running its way down his cheek. The slow trickle brushes against the side of his nose, leaving him breathless, only enough time to inhale for the– “hEYESHH! EASHHMF! MMFFSHH’aa!” 

“You know,” Dazai whispers, voice stolen as Chuuya begins to rub his nose across the sensitive skin below his ear. “You don’t have a lot of warning for your…” 

Chuuya smirks, pulling Dazai down to his level, breath caressing Dazai’s ear. “For my what, bastard? Say it.” 

Dazai moans in response, a mixture of pleasure and submission as Chuuya lets his teeth mark Dazai’s skin for his own. Gentle enough not to leave any marks that will last too long, but not so gentle that he’s not reminded who’s winning this game. 

“Your sneezes,” Dazai manages to pant, the aforementioned action drawing his breath once more. 

“AESHH’aa! Fuck. Yeah, I guess they don't,” Chuuya replies, releasing Dazai’s shirt quick enough to slam him into the wall with a grunt. “I guess I don’t pay as much attention as some people.” 

There’s a faint whimper in response, Chuuya taking the cue to let his hand wander down Dazai’s chest, resting right above his thigh. “However, I can definitely still feel it. There’s a near constahh… constant buzz. It’s just that I’m never sure when it’s gonna turn into a full sneeASHHH’iuh! Fucking hell.” 

As his body jerks, Chuuya lets his hand slip lower, Dazai responding in kind with a moan. Pausing, Chuuya waits for the next move. It comes sooner than expected, Dazai barely able to contain himself as his hand grips Chuuya’s back, head tilting down to expose the hunger in his eyes. 

At this, Chuuya pulls back, smirking at the whimper breaking their contact coaxes from the other. “Being this close to you is making the itch so much worse,” He muses, rubbing a finger under his nose. An invitation. “I think I’m gonna sneeze again–” 

Not one to turn down the chance for a script flip, Dazai grabs his wrist, pulling it down to his waist. “I think you’ve had more than enough of those.” 

With a barely concealed smirk, Chuuya lets his head tilt back, meeting Dazai’s eyes. “And if I caASHH’iuh! Can’t stop?” 

“Well then,” Dazai taunts, letting his fingers slide up under Chuuya’s nose. “I guess I’ll just have to help you.” 

“EHNGT!” Chuuya gasps in the aftermath of the forced stifle, his breath catching once more as Dazai’s fingers do nothing but irritate his nose further. 

“I do believe I said that was enough, didn’t I?” Dazai hums, fingers rubbing back and forth over Chuuya’s rapidly twitching nose. The tortured appendage wriggles, Chuuya’s eyes fluttering shut as his whole body trembles. 

“AHDTSHH’aa! Fuck, it won’t stahh… AENGT’shiew! Won’t stop if you keep… keeASPTCHH! Keep doing that.” Chuuya growls, leaning forward to rub his nose against Dazai’s shoulder again. He’s stopped by a single movement, Dazai maneuvering himself out of the way with a flourish. Too distracted to attempt to follow, Chuuya raises a fist back to his nose as the tickle hits its peak once more. 

“A Port Mafia executive can’t even stop his own nose?” The taunt stops him in his tracks, Chuuya’s eyes snapping open to glare at Dazai as he finishes the statement. “The standards have really dropped it seems.” 

“Or maybe,” Chuuya begins in a near purr, reveling in the slight crack that spreads through Dazai’s smirk at the abrupt tone change. “I never intended to stop it at all.” 

It’s not easy to catch Dazai off guard, especially when he’s spent nearly 8 years studying your every move. Not easy, but not impossible. As Chuuya releases the grasp on his nose, pressing Dazai back against the wall, he takes pride in the light gasp that escapes the bastard. 

“ASHHH’ou! yeASHh’iuh! hehH– ASHH’iuh!” 

Mask fully shattered, Dazai can do nothing but moan as each sneeze jerks their bodies closer together. Chuuya drops all decorum as he rubs his nose against Dazai’s neck again. He lets a few groans slip from his tongue, flaring his nostrils as the skin contact leaves Dazai quivering. 

Dazai’s response is a simple phrase, barely audible as his voice catches in his throat. 

“Chuuya was never a mere pawn; a checkmate well earned.” 

[itsallsternutation]

Pinned Intro Post.

CW before we start: this is a sneeze blog (duh) and will probably feature a few mentioning of contagion and mess and that kind of thing. No emeto or anything dangerous here like that though.

If you wanna skip the exposition, here's all the links to my stuff:

My sneezefics (These are my forte. I'm a bit of a word nerd and sneezefics really bring out the demi in me. They're mostly F, but with plenty of M and Enby in them too. Also sorry some of my reblogs are in there. Tumblr's being uncooperative with me lol)

My sneezing (most of them are on youtube, but who knows, maybe I'll make some tumblr exclusives).

Hiya, I’m Saul Stern (not my real name. It’s short for It’s All Sternutation and I thought it sounded nice). Pronouns are he/him and they/them, but any work for me. I’m not picky.

I’ve been a big fan of sneezing all my life, whether they be in fics or in wavs, I thought it was the right time for me to give something back. I’m a cis guy with no allergies, but with really strong, desperate sneezes that come out real easily with a rolled up tissue. I love both reading and writing wonderful fics about itchy allergies and stuffy colds (I usually prefer F and enby sneezes, but I might throw in a few M in the writing part as well as a few of my own M sneezes). I’m also a big time handkerchief fan and would love to see some of yours.

Here you can find…

My Fics (I was blessed with being really really good at writing, but I’m also a very busy person. I mostly just like stuff with original characters, but I might throw in some fandom stuff if you ask nicely.)

My Own Sneezes (I made a YT and I’m gonna try to share my inducing sessions there)

My General Sneezy Thoughts (I’m not used to expressing them with words, but I sure as heck can try)

Please do not reblog, interact, or message me if you are a…

Minor (Pretty obvious one. Just wait a few years, it won’t be that long)

Non-Kink Blog (If you’re into sneezes, just get an alt. If you’re not, why are you even here?)

An Asshole (If you’re one of these guys I won’t just block you like the others. I’ll do something worse: I’ll make fun of you).

So yeah, here is me. If you’re within my age bracket and wanna talk, DM me at either here, Snzliker on kik or at saulstern2@gmail.com. My YT is also @SaulStern/https://www.youtube.com/@SaulStern and I post some sneezes there. I’m also Itsallsternutations on the SFF. 

Cheers, achoo’s, and bless you’s to all of you,

-Saul

[foggyxrayspecs]

mini prompt uhhh tiny bit of soft yelena with sick cub ?? please 🙏

HOW TO PILL YOUR PET

Thank you for the prompt, anon! Here's a little some of that soft badass.

Warnings: dark-ish, sub-themes of human trafficking, heavy pet play

Word Count: ~1300

A/N: In Widow AU, @scarlettwlw mentioned that Nat had taken some of the super soldier serum. I'm going to slide that over to Y here, so she can get snuggly with cub without fear of coming down with the crud.

Excerpt: “AH-AH-CHOO!” You look down and frown at the sentry hog-tied on the floor. You are covering the rear-left entrance as the widows make their play deeper into the warehouse. This guy didn't stand a chance against the three-person strike team and a guardhund. 

"Sorry. I couldn't cover my nose because… well, you know," the felled sentry nods behind him to his tied hands. You grunt, unimpressed, and reposition yourself outside his line of fire. 

#####

"AH-AHH–!" You inhale sharply and open your mouth when Yelena raises the covers quickly to catch your sneeze with the blanket. "–CHOO!" You sniff and shake your head back and forth to clear the sternutation. Yelena drops the blanket shield and eyes you, assessing.  You… you don’t feel so good.

HOW TO PILL YOUR PET

-------------------------------------- “AH-AH-CHOO!” 

You look down and frown at the sentry hog-tied on the floor. You are covering the rear-left entrance as the widows make their play deeper into the warehouse. This guy didn't stand a chance against the three-person strike team and a guardhund. 

"Sorry. I couldn't cover my nose because… well, you know," the felled sentry nods behind him to his tied hands. You grunt, unimpressed, and reposition yourself outside his line of fire. 

#####

YELENA'S APARTMENT

"AH-AHH–!" You inhale sharply and open your mouth when Yelena raises the covers quickly to catch your sneeze with the blanket. "–CHOO!" You sniff and shake your head back and forth to clear the sternutation. Yelena drops the blanket shield and eyes you, assessing.  

You blink and pause to take stock of your condition. Your cheeks feel hot, like burning. Your joints feel achy, and you want to stay in bed all day with your owner. You… you don’t feel so good. You move forward to put your head on her chest, careful not to lean your full weight on her. She lifts the back of her hand to press against your cheeks and forehead. You lean into the relief of her cool hand.

Yelena clicks her tongue and leans in to kiss you gently, her lips replacing where her hand just left your skin. "Is my little cub not feeling well?"

Blessedly, she stays in bed for a few minutes, slowly stroking the side of your face. When she begins to shift out from under you, you instantly tighten your arms around her and whine softly. She pauses, "I'll be right back." You begin to follow, not wanting to be without her, when she drops a hand on your shoulder and presses you back to the mattress.

You grunt and begrudgingly let her go. Yelena hums, walks to the bathroom, and opens the medicine cabinet door. She returns to the bedroom with a few small bottles, a canister, and a large box of Kleenex, stacking them on her nightstand.  

When she leaves the room again, you crane your neck to watch her. You dial up your auditory enhancements and count her steps, marking the transitions of her footfalls over the rugs, wood floors, and, finally, the kitchen. You listen to her open the fridge; then you can't help but climb out of bed and follow her when you smell hamburger warming up in the microwave. 

Once your knuckles hit the cool flooring of the kitchen, you want to sink and press all of your exposed skin to its surface. You can't help it; you give way to the temptation and slide down bonelessly. Oh, squeaky tennis balls, you feel like you've slipped into heaven. 

Yelena turns and looks down. "Cub." You look up at her sheepishly, then pull yourself to kneel in front of her. "Good. No choking." She leans down and hands you a piece of hamburger. You stretch up to take the deliciousness in your mouth. You chew thoughtfully. The meat doesn't have the spicy flavor it typically holds; it's dull and tastes a tiny bit… acrid? You stop, realizing there's a small pill Trojan-Horsed in the middle of the hamburger.

Mlem. You let the pill drop from your mouth, hearing it hit the floor and skitter under the oven.

"What, you think you are a god from space? You don't need Ibuprofen?" Yelena smiles. She wipes her hand in a napkin and then threads her fingers into your hair, tugging the strands back and tilting your head to capture your eyes. "It will bring your fever down, little cub."

You swallow nervously. Pills have always meant that something was going to happen to you. You implicitly trust Yelena, but…Your thoughts cut off when she bends down to kiss your nose, then releases you as she walks to the cupboard and pulls out the peanut butter jar. 

You automatically lick your lower lip. Yelena turns away, grabbing one of the wooden spoons in the utensil holder. She turns back with an almost obscene amount of peanut butter piled high and holds it out to you. At first, you are hesitant, but then you sniff the peanut butter, look up at her, and begin to lick eagerly. Yelena slowly rotates the spoon. You see her eyes drop to your tongue and hold her breath. You work your tongue over the treat thoroughly,

You back off once you lick over another pill and grunt. You look down and back at her with a huff. She frowns, concern written across her brow, "Cub. Take it. You'll feel better."

You lean back and look at the pill, worried. You can't seem to comply with her wishes, even though you want to do everything she orders. 

After a few deep breaths, you sign for help and take a pill. Yelena holds the medicine out. You sniff it, then back off. You sign again, help me take the pill? She nods slowly, understanding your request. 

Before you can shift backward, Yelena grabs you by the chin and squeezes the sides of your jaw, taking the pill and placing it in the back of your throat. Then she closes your mouth, hugs you to her side, and rubs your throat under your jaw. The pill is too far back to move out with your tongue. You whimper and look up. You watch Yelena looking down at you with deep concentration, her long hair framing her face, still tousled from sleep, and the cutest double-chin… you salivate a little, even in the position, especially in this position, and have to swallow. 

She keeps rubbing your throat, then opens your mouth and looks, ducking her head. She moves your tongue with her thumb and asks, "All gone?" You pull back, take a moment to explore, and then you nod, a bit surprised. She smiles wide and cups the side of your face for a small kiss on your forehead.

When she stands to put away the food and toss the spoon in the sink, you paw over to her and lean your heated cheek on her leg, nuzzling in gratitude. 

#####

When she leads you back into the bedroom, she first stacks all the pillows by the headboard on her side nearest the door. You look on, curious through your tired eyes. Wondering

If she is making a fort. Blanket forts always had miraculous healing powers.

She climbs up and lays back on the pillows, propping herself up. She pats her chest above her black sports bra. 

"Up, little cub."

You make your way up and to her, somewhat shaky. You are careful not to fall into her when you climb between her legs. "Your back to my front," she says, and you feel her hands guiding you down. She pulls the blanket over you both and folders it low so it lays across your hips. 

Yelena plucks the small canister she retrieved from the bathroom earlier and unscrews the top. The scent of eucalyptus fills your senses, instantly seeming to cool down the room. You lean up to look at it, and she pulls you down to rest your back on her chest. She squeezes your shoulder in shorthand to stay put.

After dipping her fingers in, she smears a small amount on your chest, then gently massages it into your skin. The menthol and eucalyptus immediately begin their soothing effects, helping to relieve congestion from the cold. She expertly rubbed her fingers over your collarbones and down your sternum, so much so that you offer quiet rumbles of approval and relaxation. Your eyes were getting so heavy that you had to close them, but you fight to stay aware of every moment. "You will stay here for a while, my cub, so we make sure you don't get the mixture in your little puppy eyes."

You sigh and lean against your owner, trusting she can take your full weight or knowing she will reposition you if needed. Being sick wasn't so bad — when you were in her care.

-------------------------------------------- Giving folks a heads-up on the next one-shot! (Add a comment if you would like me to add your @ to future blurbsss.) Love y'all! - Specs

@wandamaximoff-simp @hellhoundskiss @greyisbetterthangray @aoskaksks @friedblazebeliever @dumb-fvck104 @yelenatism @call-signtracer @marvelwomenarehot0

[pesterloglog]

Tavrosprite, Jasprosesprite^2, Jake English

Act 6, page 7812-7817

TAVROSPRITE: aCHOO! aCH-,

TAVROSPRITE: oH, nOO, nOT,,,

TAVROSPRITE: aCHOOOO!

TAVROSPRITE: nOT YOU, }:(

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Mrrrelax my sternutating acquaintance.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: I have just the magic thing for you because I'm a magical being, squared!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Take this curative tablet! It will make those cat allergies slink away as if they saw a raccoon out the window.

TAVROSPRITE: oOH YES, tHANK,,,

TAVROSPRITE: aCHOO!

TAVROSPRITE: tHANK YOU!

TAVROSPRITE: *gULP,*

TAVROSPRITE: w,,, wOW!

TAVROSPRITE: iT WORKED LIKE A CHARM!

TAVROSPRITE: i LOVE MAGIC, i'M SO GLAD IT'S REAL,

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Couldn't agree more!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: That pill was a placebo, by the way. It was actually one of the buttons from my velvet pillow!

TAVROSPRITE: oOOOOOH,

TAVROSPRITE: tHANK YOU SO MUCH, mAGIC SORCERESS CAT WOMAN, fOR YOUR ENSORCELLED CURATIVE PLACEBO BUTTON,

TAVROSPRITE: tHIS IS GOING TO CHANGE MY LIFE! }:D

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Yes I thought you wouldn't understand what that meant, and that the button would continue to do the trick.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: I'm so pleased as usual to see that I was right! Not that it was ever in doubt.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: NOW.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Since that hideous brouhaha of spittle, mucus and shouting has subsided, peace and quiet has revisited these hills and I am free to do my work.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: It is the most important work that has ever been undertaken or even attempted in this gloomy session.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: You there, master of this land.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Tell me, where is your kernelsprite?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: *Inquisitive chirp.*

JAKE: Uhhhh.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Never mind, you don't know anything! Haha. :3

JASPROSESPRITE^2: I was only asking as a polite formality anyway, since it is right there in plain sight!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Jake, drumroll, please.

JAKE: Um...

JAKE: Hold...

JAKE: Hold on ill go um...

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Don't you dare actually play some drums it was a figure of speech.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Mrow, well hello there, beautiful. ;3

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Fret no more sweet princess, for as long as I am here, you will never suffer such indignity again.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: How could anyone let such monstrous injustices happen to one so dear?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: What FILTH would dare to debase you in this manner?!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: To say it was the marginalization of a bright and pure spirit, to say it was MURDER, this would be too flattering to the purrrpetrator.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: What happened to you was nothing less than the desecration of a MASTERPIECE.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: My mystic kittycat senses divine that you have been mistreated for a stretch of your life far preceding your demise.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: I detect that you may have been toyed with and disrespected by none other than the supreme puppeteer of unrepentant horseshit himself.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Any who would dare claim a greater atrocity has been committed in some godforsaken furl of paradox space, say it now and I will hiss and growl and curse your name.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: You are gorgeous, dear, sweet Nepeta. You deserve only happiness and fulfillment.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: And from this moment forward I shall see to it that those are the only things you will ever know!

[dollytraiter07]

1 on 1, the seagulls have no chance taking on the fox

But as a group, with their signature feather and a bit of bondage, there's no problem making him shriek and sternutate his lights out, for the number 1 victory royale

Commission for https://twitter.com/Chal206?t=cpFbM-_xOKVNdy4Fyig2Tg&s=09

[bigsnzstanacct]

Thinking about a character with higher end giant sneezes with pretty much perfect control over their sneezes eventually developing a mental block that just leads to an extreme stuck sneeze situation.

At first our sneezer they doesn't pay much mind to it, but then there's that constant slow burning itch on their nose...the feeling of always teetering on the edge of a sternutation induced catastrophe, and then... they start having false starts. And the problem is :

1.They have very well endowed lungs (and chest muscles in general) that don't need an actual release to wreak havoc. Just their hitching buildup and false starts are plenty concerning to those around them on their own, and will lead to red alert level giant sneeze evacuation protocols. (Wich mostly consists of loud sirens, flashing lights, chaos and lots of running)

2.Their sneezes get bigger when they hold back, and if the size of the sneeze is proportional to the size of the itch then this one might as well get it's own name like any self-respecting hurricane.

So, they decide to call their closest friend (Who knows our sneezer's nose very well) and travel to a place where there's nothing to destroy (Except for a few unhabited islands, but the sneeze won't get that big...right?) to then start trying to get the sneeze out by any means necessary before they return to civilization and something important (including everything else in a few miles from it) gets Godzilla'd.

(Wich includes even using our sneezer's top 3 forbidden irritants and finally asking their friend to bear the responsability of handling their stubborn nuclear schnoz to finally break the mental block) .

This is great, yeah. Build-up causing significant chaos even without a sneeze is an underrated and underutilized trope, truly.

[merry-go-round-jailhouse]

Me: And I don't have a sneezing fetish myself, but I can definitely understand people who have one. Like, you know when you have a good sneeze? A full-body sternutation, like the ones that you can feel down in your groin? I can imagine the physical sensation of that can only amplify an orgasm. But, then again, with fetishes, I guess there's also another non-physical, psychosexual aspect of the attachment, right? So I can't really hop on that wagon with them.

Guy having a schizophrenic mental health crisis who just came out of the NJB clinics and approached me at the bus stop desperately seeking human connection and support in a time of need: thinking *oh shit I definitely picked the wrong guy to randomly walk up to uhhhhhhm*

[raflysium]

Kenapa Kita Bersin?

SERIAL SCIENCE - EPISODE 01

Menemukan setitik makna dibalik behind the scene-nya bersin

Pada dasarnya bersin terjadi ketika ada suatu benda asing yang masuk ke dalam hidung sehingga menybabkan bersin.

Baik, mari kita analogikan begini.

Ada sebuah pasukan yang berjaga di garda terdepan sebuah benteng istana, lalu pada saat itu muncul para monster yang hendak menerobos ke dalam istana. Kemudian beberapa pasukan menemui sang raja dan melaporkan bahwa ada segerombolan monster yang hendak menerobos istana. Sang raja yang baru saja mengetahui hal tersebut pun kemudian langsung memberi komando kepada pasukan spesialis yang sudah disiapkan untuk memukul mundur para monster dengan batu-batu besar yang dilontarkan sehingga para monster pun terpental kemana-mana, dan akhirnya istana kembali aman.

Nah, kira-kira seperti itulah analoginya.

Di dalam dunia medis peristiwa bersin disebut dengan sternutasi (sternutation).

Jadi, sternutasi (bersin) adalah reaksi ketika adanya partikel-partikel asing seperti asap, kotoran, serbuk, debu, atau partikel lainnya yang bersifat asing dan mengganggu masuk ke dalam rongga hidung, lalu terdeteksilah partikel asing itu oleh silia, si rambut-rambut mungil. Kemudian, hal itu menjadi stimulus sel-sel saraf untuk aktif lalu terjadilah pengiriman sinyal tentang apa yang terjadi di hidung menuju pusat bersin (pontine reticular formation) yang ada di otak (dekat dengan batang otak) melalui saraf trigeminal kranial. Sinyal itu kemudian diterima oleh pusat bersin lalu pusat bersin memberi pesan perintah kepada otot perut, otot dada, diafragma (otot-otot besar yang berada di bawah paru-paru), otot pita suara, dan otot bagian belakang tenggorokan. Semua otot-otot itu berkerjasama untuk menciptakan ledakan bersin bertekanan besar agar invasi asing yang hendak masuk ke dalam tubuh terpental keluar melalui hidung dan mulut bersamaan sekitar 100.000 mikro organisme yang terdapat pada bakteri, virus, dan mucus pada kecepatan hingga 100 - 160 km/jam.

Jadi, secara umum seperti itulah mengapa bersin dapat terjadi.

Ha… ha… ha-chuh!!! Alhamdulillah.

Begitu luar biasanya sistem pertahanan diri yang Allah desain pada tubuh manusia sehingga partikel-partikel asing yang bersifat jahat tidak dapat bersarang dan menginfeksi tubuh kita.

Dengan memahami ini aku jadi tahu, bahwa kasih sayang Allah kepada hamba-Nya begitu tak ternilai harganya dan taka da tandingannya di belahan dunia manapun. Ini hanya setitik dari seluruh kasih sayang Allah kepada kita.

“Jika seseorang di antara kalian bersin, maka ucapkanlah Alhamdulillah (segala puji bagi Allah). Hendaklah saudaranya mengucapkan Yarhamukallah (semoga Allah merahmatimu). Jika ia mengucapkan Yarhamukallah, ucapkanlah Yahdikumullah wa yushlihu baalakum (semoga Allah memberikan petunjuk dan memperbaiki keadaanmu). (HR. Bukhari, no. 6224)

Sumber:

Songu, M., & Cingi, C. (2009). Sneeze reflex: facts and fiction. Therapeutic Advances in Respiratory Disease, 3(3), 131-132. https://doi.org/10.1177/1753465809340571

Holland, Kimberly. 2018. Why Do We Sneeze? dalam laman situs Healthline.com/health

“Sneezing 101 - what is a sneeze, why do we sneeze and how to sneeze safely” dalam laman situs Queensland Goverment: health.qld.gov.au

“Adab Bersin dan Minum Sambil Berdiri” dalam buletin edisi #7 Rumaysho.com hlm. 1

Farmer, David (Researcher, University of Melbourne). 2021. “Curious Kids: mengapa cahaya matahari yang terang membuat saya bersin” dalam laman situs The Conversation Indonesia: theconversation.com

“Aaa-Choo! What happens to your body when you sneeze?” dalam laman situs mediclinicinfohub.co.za

“Why Do We Sneeze?”  dari akun Youtube Seeker

“Why Do We Sneeze? (In Slow Motion) | Brit Lab” dari akun Youtube BBC Earth Lab“Why Do We Sneeze?” dari akun Youtube SciShow

[mypetmycat]

WHY DO CAT HICCUPS HAPPEN

Have you ever witnessed your cat hiccuping? Yep, you browse that correctly: Not sternutation or chirping or any of the opposite variety of amusive noises felines create, however, really hiccuping? Let's check up on why cat hiccups happen and once to fret — and once to only laugh.

"A cat is a puzzle for which there is no solution."

-Hazel Nicholson

Cat Hiccups in Action

First up, if you've not witnessed the development of cat hiccups, consider this video to visualize what all the upheaval is concerning. As you'll see, it feels like the feline is on the verge of spewing up a tangle; instead, there's simply a series of little hiccuping motions.

The Science behind Cat Hiccups

From a doc purpose of reading, a cat hiccups once her diaphragm decides to contract at precisely the same time because the part of her vocal organ that homes the vocal cords closes. Generally, this happens because of nerve irritation problems, and at alternative times it's a consequence of chowing down too quickly on food and ingesting air at an equivalent time. (Fun factoid: This could conjointly cause acid reflux in humans.)

Hang On, What Concerning Hairballs?

"The cat is above all things, a dramatist."

-Margaret Benson

Oh, I ought to add that the scourge of the feline that's a tangle can even really cause a cat to hiccup. This occurs once the cat's throat tries vainly to expel or move the fur that's accumulated; however, instead irritates things and prompts a hiccup.

Are Hiccups Associated With Feline Farting?

Despite the recognition of this video, which shows a somewhat fat cat slumped down and emitting noises from each the mouth and butt, there's no conclusive scientific proof to counsel cat hiccuping and feline flatus area unit in any method connected. So, let's move on.

How Involved Ought I Be Concerning Cat Hiccuping?

If your cat suffers from stray, little bouts of hiccups, you've probably got nothing to be excessively involved about. In fact, she's most likely simply feeding on her food too quickly. However, suppose your cat appears to be hiccuping for extended than every day at a time. In that case, it's most likely time to consult a vet, as there may be more prominent ailments and problems at play. Feline respiratory disease is one such concern, cardiovascular disease or undesirable parasites. Oh, and there might even be an allergic reaction at work. Yes, with cats, it's thus typically invariably concerning the food.

What Am I Able To Do Concerning Cat Hiccups?

"Like all pure creatures, cats are practical."

-William S. Burroughs

First up, don't stress your cat out if she's hiccuping. Keep things calm and provides her some house.

Next, do a quick survey of your cat's food. Will she scarf it down method too quickly? If thus, strive to serve smaller parts throughout the day. Also, ensure that she invariably has access to water — and is genuinely drinking it. If you're cohabiting with one of those kitties UN agency refuses to drink settled water out of her bowl, scrutinize studying an inexpensive bubbler — generally, our finical friends like cascading water. Because, you know, it clearly tastes thus wholly different.

Also, if hairballs appear to be tied to any hiccuping action, raise a vet for recommendations to manage the condition.

Can I Use Human Remedies for Cat Hiccuping?

Finally, the record shows that the old remedies to cure human hiccuping should most likely not be used on cats. That features scaring your feline stupid, attempting to urge her to carry her breath (good luck in addition), and the bartender's trick of biting into a lemon doused in angostura bark bitters. Seriously, the last one genuinely works — for humans.