Blog Amongst Snez

They barely twisted their ankle, and they only need to get to the next room, but their caretaker insists on carrying them anyway.

Or they have a fever, and they were just a touch dizzy, and it’s already passed, honestly, but they wobbled for just a second so it’s bridal carry time.

Or the doctor sent them home with crutches, but they haven’t been used once because caretaker insists it’d be faster to carry them around the house.

Or, in more modern settings:

Help has arrived, and the EMTs are trying to convince an exhausted and fiercely protective caretaker to lay whumpee down on the stretcher, but they’re so adamant about holding whumpee that the EMTs relent and take them to the hospital with caretaker sitting on the stretcher and cradling whumpee in their arms.

Here is how my evening went:

Me: Ooh, I should let my girlfriend induce me. That would be so hot!

My body: Ooh, you know what else would be super hot? You could open a container of chhinkni and immediately have an asthma attack!

Me: I don’t know if that’s…

My body: No, that’s the exact sort of thing you like, right?

Me: Umm…

My body: And then she could hold you upright in bed so you can breathe right and hold the nebulizer mouthpiece in place because your dumbass thought “I don’t need a mask, I’m not a child” and you can beg her not to make you go to the hospital and lie wheezing against your satin sheets like a tubercular heiress and she can rub soothing circles on your back while you choke on air and…

Me: Yeah, that’s more of an “in theory” kind of fantasy…

My body:…

Me:…

I’m going through all my fics trying to make a master book of spellings by character to keep the spelling consistent between fics, and I realized that I tend to have different spellings for English and French language fics with the same characters.

Sick vampires who are too weak to properly bite you, but won’t regain their strength unless they feed.

Vampires who are so overcome when they feed that they don’t trust themselves to stop if they latch onto your neck.

New vampires who haven’t quite figured out how the bloodsucking thing works.

Vampires who are afraid use their fangs, afraid to hurt you, afraid to let you see them as a monster.

This is a post about how my girlfriend is a perfect goddess who is so much more than I deserve.

This morning I reached a new level of domesticity with her.

I usually don’t bother trying to explain my relationship to gender, because I generally just don’t care. Maybe three or four times a month I have a sense of gender that extends beyond clothes and body parts.

I present feminine most of the time, so while I welcome the use of any gender pronouns, people usually default to she/her.

This morning I was feeling very masc, which never happens, but I hadn’t had a chance to shower and put on masc clothes. I also hadn’t had the chance to tell my gf I was feeling he/him.