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Honestly I love buses and vans for motion sickness sickfic potential. They’re SO ROUGH sometimes compared to other common modes of transportation, they’re very bumpy and rattly and they really sway you side to side when they take turns. They’re a different beast from cars. If it’s a long ride it’s hard to fall asleep sometimes, too, because of how much they jostle you around. It’s just not a comfortable experience.
Character who doesn’t really ever get carsick but they have to ride in a bus or van of some sort for the first time in a while—and they realize halfway through that they’re actually starting to feel really bad. Like, motion sick in a way they almost never experience. Problems to follow.
Okay so we all love the idea of someone who wears glasses sneezing and having the glasses slip down thier nose a little bit. However I think there is potential in a different but related scenario:
Imagine someone else with a cold sneezing on the person with glasses instead.
Usually the concept of a cold virus is formed in the minds eye, but not to our glasses wearer in this moment.
The spray of the sneeze forms a mist of dropletts on the lenses. They can practically see the virus within the little rivulets sliding down the glass. (Or perhaps something a little more opaque if that's your preference.)
They know thier inevitable cold is staring them directly in the eye, taunting them.
The best our friend can do is remove the residue by rubbing the lenses on the bottom of thier shirt and wipe thier face with the back of thier hand - but they know it's too late. The virus is already inside them, seeking out the right cells to latch onto and start the process of making our nearsigted friend a congested, feverish, and sneezy mess.
Let's just hope thier glasses don't slip too much when they start sneezing.
An.thony St.ewart H.ead reading an audiobook wherein one of the characters has the flu, complete with stuffyspeak, coughing, and ONE GLORIOUS SNEEZE
The audiobook for M.ixed M.agics (D.iana W.ynne J.ones) is almost impossible to find in the US, and it contains a LOT more stuffyspeak and a little more coughing, so if anybody wants it, lmk and I can point you in the right direction
The excerpts I chose:
He began coughing again. They had climbed to where it was bitterly cold.
.
“How do you know all this?” he asked bluntly.
“Have you heard of a god called Ock?” Ch.restomanci coughed. “He came to talk to me when you should have been the age you are now. He was worried—” He coughed again. “I shall have to save the rest of my breath for Heaven.”
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Ch.restomanci looked up at Zond and thoughtfully blew his nose. It was hardly respectful.
“For what reason do two mortals trespass in our halls?” Zond thundered coldly.
Ch.restomanci sneezed. “Because of your own folly,” he said. “You gods of Theare have had everything so well worked out for so long that you can’t see beyond your own routine.”
An.thony St.ewart H.ead reading an audiobook wherein one of the characters has the flu, complete with stuffyspeak, coughing, and ONE GLORIOUS SNEEZE
The audiobook for M.ixed M.agics (D.iana W.ynne J.ones) is almost impossible to find in the US, and it contains a LOT more stuffyspeak and a little more coughing, so if anybody wants it, lmk and I can point you in the right direction
The excerpts I chose:
He began coughing again. They had climbed to where it was bitterly cold.
.
“How do you know all this?” he asked bluntly.
“Have you heard of a god called Ock?” Ch.restomanci coughed. “He came to talk to me when you should have been the age you are now. He was worried—” He coughed again. “I shall have to save the rest of my breath for Heaven.”
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Ch.restomanci looked up at Zond and thoughtfully blew his nose. It was hardly respectful.
“For what reason do two mortals trespass in our halls?” Zond thundered coldly.
Ch.restomanci sneezed. “Because of your own folly,” he said. “You gods of Theare have had everything so well worked out for so long that you can’t see beyond your own routine.”
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👤 - Describe your current favorite character (including OCs)
Okay recency bias, but since I finally actually played L.egends Ar.ceus, my M.elli brainrot has returned full force. He is a nasty, petty, passive-aggressive little brat with a surprisingly good sense of humor, definitely compensating for a sense of deep alienation/mortal terror or being known, and most importantly... GORGEOUS!
🌟 - What illness symptom/torture tactic/snz trigger do you have the most fun portraying or reading?
Not a symptom per se, more the result of symptoms, but I LOVE writing a character hitting a wall. That moment when the malaise REALLY hits and they can't act "normal" anymore is just MWAH
🤩 - Is there any symptom/torture tactic/snz trigger that you haven't portrayed or seen yet that you'd like to try?
To this day, I still haven't written anything that I would actually describe as "whump!" I really want to get to that someday. Some of my favorite works when I was teenager were about characters getting dangerously high fevers and hallucinating, or like I had a fave on LiveJournal where two characters crash their car in the middle of nowhere and one of them is really hurt. Something like that! >:)
If you're still writing for TGG could I pls request a n.ick snzfic... 🙏 not really picky
Ofc, Anon!!! Sorry for the delay!
Nick's head pounded. Not just his temples, but something deep behind his eyes and under the surface of his nose.
He sniffled, shifting in the embrace of the comfortable mattress beneath him. The bedding felt too fine to belong to him, the pillows too luxurious, the sheets too soft.
So.
Not in his bed. Staggeringly hungover. But even if he listened closely, he could not make out the sound of another person breathing or shifting behind him. Alone in a strange bed.
Nick opened his eyes and sat up slowly. Immediately, the smell of an unfamiliar perfume wafted up from his neck and took hold in his nose. He sniffled. "Ah'SCHEH!"
Somewhere in the hall, muffled footsteps might have sounded.
Nick sniffled again and looked around. His head rang with the aftershock of his sneeze, amd it took a moment for the room to make sense. But make sense it did, eventually, just as its owner came striding in.
Jay appeared as though by magic, though the door had opened for him just as it would for any other man, cool and sparkling in the morning sun streaming through the windows. "Good morning, old sport. How are you feeling?"
He asked with a conspiratorial wink. Something must have happened. Nick squinted, inhaling another rush of perfume. "Aht'SCHT! Ak'SCHT!"
Gatsby gave him a knowing look as he settled down into an armchair. "Alright, old sport?"
"Guh..." Nick sniffled, pulling experimentally at his collar, which only wafted up more of the smell. "Ghk—!" This sneeze didn't quite go off. He wrinkled his nose. "What happened?"
"I'm not surprised you don't remember," Jay said, somehow managing to sparkle in a way that suggested he and Nick were in on some joke together. "Miss Baker had another engagement last night and had to leave early; do you remember that?"
"Ekh!" Another half-sneeze rattled Nick's frame. He did remember that, and he'd been rather sorry about it for some reason. Had they argued? "Uh, yes, I do."
"Well," said Jay, spreading his hands out expansively, "it seems another little lady took a shine to you after that." Nick stiffened, and Jay quickly shook his head. "Now you were a perfect gentleman, of course."
Nick sighed in relief, which turned out to be a mistake. "EK'SCHH!"
"But this little lady was rather fond of you," Jay continued, smoothly drawing a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and passing it to Nick. "She kept findinf a way to pour drinks into you."
"Oh." Nick dabbed at his nose with the handkerchief. Blurry memories surfaced, snatches of brown hair, a blue dress, hot lips on his neck. "And you're sure I..." He broke off helplessly, with an inquiring look.
"A perfect gentleman," Jay said calmly. "You can ask anyone."
Nick nodded, which moved his collar across his neck. What *was* that smell? Peonies, maybe? "AHK'TSCHHH!" He doubled forward, shaking his head. "KT'SCHHT! HH'KSCHT!" Locks of pomaded hair fell intohis face, scratching at his cheeks and the irritated skin of his nose. "HK'TSHT!" Gasping, he pressed Jay's handkerchief to his face.
"Oh!" said Jay, two degrees less cooler than Nick had ever seen him. The startled expression faded so quickly he might have inagined it. "She sprayed you with a bit of her perfume so you'd have something to remember her by."
"M-more —Hhhheehhh... h'ksht!— It w-was more—" Nick rubbed furiously at his nose, but nothing helped. "More than a bit! ET'SCHHT! Was I l-like thhhhh-is last n-ehhhh-ight? Hkshkk!"
"Well," Jay said, now a bit sheepish. It was just as fleeting. "She had gotten rather a lot of drinks into you by that point. I had you put to bed."
"AKH'sch!"
"It seems to me like we need to get that shirt off you," Jay said. "Hold on a moment. I'll have someone bring you a spare." Getting up with ease, he stepped into the hall.
Nick wiped his streaming face with his palm, stroking down the bridge of his nose, which burned. When that failed to soothe any of the merciless, teasing itch, he pressed down with his fingertips, which only coaxed a few more miserable half-sneezes out of him: "Hkxt! Iksht!"
"Take that off," Jay saod, stepping back into the room.
Nick started on his buttons, wary of wafting up more of the scent. "I must apologize, Jay; I can't believe I... Well... Ek'tSHT!"
"Oh, no apologies," Jay said with all his easy charm. "At least not until we've gotten that nose of yours taken care of."
"Oh, it's —KH'SCHT!— taken care of all right." Nick pulled his shirt down with a huff, but couldn't make himself simply ball it up and throw it somewhere. Instinct made him shake out the fabric, which filled the room with the scent of peonies. "HEK'SCHUH! EKH'KSHT!"
"Never mind that, old sport!" Gatsby got to his feet and took the shirt from him, folding it with military precision. A soft knock sounded at the door. Setting Nick's shirt aside, Gatsby got up and, after a brief conversation, reappeared with a new shirt. "Try this one," he said, passing it over to Nick.
Unable to help himself, Nick lifted it to his nose and gave it a congested sniff.
"What do you think?" Jay asked, smiling. "Is your nose satisifed?"
Nick slipped the short over his shoulders and began to button it. "I don't think my nose will be satisfied until I go to my deathbed without ever having smelled another penny in my life."
He had expected Jay to laugh, but Jay only nodded thoughtfully. "I'll remember that for future flower arrangements."
His face, unaccountably, burning, Nick finished doing up his buttons.
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Okay I'm gonna be so honest, N.ick is an old fave who has kind of cemented himself in my psyche, so IDK if I can break it down into 3 discrete reasons. I was drawn to him when I read TGG for my high school English class because I felt a kinship with him as someone who also felt subordinate to greater forces in my life. I liked his passivity and the way he ends the story not only disillusioned, but also traumatized. In a way, tragedies are the ultimate emotional whump. And I've always like the idea of stalwart, supportive character (whom everyone sort of takes for granted) getting sick
All that being said, I wrote one TGG fic back in the day and felt like I had pretty well gotten it out of my system, but it resonated with so many people that I kinda became The N.ick C.arraway Sickfic Guy? Which like. Not the response I expected, but I'll take it
3 snz/adjacent headcanons
(Heavy on "adjacent")
1. I think he's probably not too shy about getting sick, but tends to get so caught up in other people that he doesn't always articulate himself before he feels absolutely awful. Maybe he also has naturally quiet, subtle sneezes, too, so they're easy to overlook
2. I don't think he has many allergies (alas, from the L.uhrmann movie, no flower allergy), but I think he has at least one allergy trigger from hell that just happens to not be native to his area. So maybe he went on vacation one time and got absolutely flattened by allergies, and never did figure out what caused it. (And maybe G.atsby later imports some exotic plants for a party and it happens all over again 👀)
3. When they were younger, Tom used to like to blow cigar smoke in his face to see if it would make him sneeze (50/50)
3 snz/adjacent prompts or scenarios
1. Is it cheating to use the one I just mentioned? Jay imports some fancy grasses for a party, and a few of the guests are unusually sneezy, but it doesn't get bad until Nick shows up and is basically incapacitated
2. Daisy and Jordan get bored and make him shop for perfumes with them, and are quite amused to find that there's a particular scent that will always make Nick sneeze. It's funny until the decanter tips and pours the offending perfume all over Nick's sleeve— then they think it's hilarious. They tease him and coo over him, but do eventually buy him a new suit
3. Nick's got a cold, but Tom insists he just needs some fresh air and exercise, which turns out to be code for "whiskey and cigars." Nick's nose is so sensitive from his cold that the cigar smoke sets him off bad, but Tom won't let him leave until he's good and ready.
Finished my 15th fill for Sicktember! Not quite halfway there, since I'm doing the alts as well (because I'm crazy) but close enough!! Gonna take a break to work on request fills and my poor neglected vanilla WIP 🥵💪🏼
Hmmngghhh I said I was gonna do Whumptober last year and then didn't bc life happened but..... maybe this year???? Idk barring any disasters I feel like I have really good momentum on Sicktember + L.egends A.rceus is just BEGGING for environmental whump............
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