This is a sneeze fetish blog, to anyone who didn't look at my blog page. (You should, it's cute!) Also, again, fetish blog, I don't want to see any minors here which I think is the standard.
When I started this blog they didn't have this ability to pin posts, and I forgot to do it for... a while. Anyway, here's a little bit about me, and a link to my masterpost in the middlish for my ficlets and fics. I'll try to keep it updated, but if nothing else you can trawl my #moonlight write tag, which is all the snz fic I've written since I came back in mid '25.
BASICS:
NAME: Mooncat / Moonlitkit / Moon
AGE: you don't ask a lady her age /jk I'm somewhere over 35
PRONOUNS: She/her
I've been in the community in general for A While though it took me some time to get it together here on Tumblr. I am not an epic blogger, but I am determined.
So what do I do? I read other people's posts with glee, I squee when I recognize older snzfuckers, I devour snzfic like the gremlin I am and I write snzfic and write snz related posts. -I've just (5/25) gotten back into it after a long dry spell, but it's good to be back.-
The 80's Mooncat model contains a multitude of words and I intend to spill them all over many posts
MASTERPOST IS HERE!
I write a lot of fantasy, swords and sorcery stuff, as well as urban magic and some scifi when I'm in the mood. I adore plotty things, and if you can hook me I will go through a whole series snz or not. Likewise in my work you will find a lot of plot... and a lot of snz. XD I do have a handful of fandoms: FF.7, FF.15, D.B.Z., and modded S.D.V. are some staples when I'm writing snzfic for fandom. Other old friends will inevitably slink in S.tar W.ars as well as new finds, but I intend to write a lot of originals too. If you recognize me for the characters, feel free to say hi! (You can say 'hi' anyway though.)
Things I Adore:
colds, the sneezier the better though additional symptoms like fatigue / weakness, chills, are cool too
allergies -no mess (I talk on that below)- but lots of sneezes, sensitivity, hitching, pink noses etc yes pls
talkies / trying to talk through something in non-wav formats too (BIG fan of that in fic / comics)
fits - especially drawn-out ones where they just can't quite stop or are really suggestible
description my beloved, give me every detail
sounds are somewhere under the below, and while they're not necessary for my enjoyment, do love
Things I Do NOT Want:
I absolutely cannot with emet content; this is non-negotiable for me. I'm not emetophobic but I can't stand it. Not gonna say bad things about it, I know some people are into that, YKINMKATO! But I personally cannot.
visual mess and specifically descriptions of mess
explicit sex - surprise! Mooncat is ace. I have a sneeze kink, I love the kink, I'm also particular about it. XD Feel free to ask me about it if you have questions!
noncon / dubcon - obviously the mainstream sexual term but also kink wise, nonconsensually getting someone sick, or inducing them; I am deeply uncomfortable with that
ships with minors / adults; I'm not talking about age gaps where like, A is 25 B is 50, those two are consenting adults. What I don't do is content with literal child (under 18) / adult (over 18)
^ this can be tricky in characters that have a different lifespan and I get that; mileage may vary
There's other stuff under both, but in general that's basics. I am sure at some point I will have to add more. Thus is blogging. XD
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that first little far-off look as they realize it's coming. it's unmistakable. it's unavoidable. they feel it.
even, controlled breaths. close your mouth. everybody else is still talking. nobody's looking at you. just focus.
turn that gasp into a deep breath in...and out. stretch. scratch your head. keep breathing. keep your mouth shut. okay, you can squint. hold your breath for a sec. okay, breathe out. breath in, breath out. subtly knuckle your nose--it's running a little anyway, this is fine. back to normal. blink. open your eyes. stop squinting. ignore the feeling. ignore it. mouth...shut...you do not need to sneeze, you do not need to sneeze, you do not...need...to...!
"--!" and you sigh out one last breath as your eyes close for the length of a blink, sneeze silently stifled in the air, all sound held neatly in your throat. sniffle. thankfully, that was enough for the tickle to pass. and everyone's still talking. no one noti-
"Bless you!"
they blush, muttering a soft "Thanks."
okay, so one other person noticed. whatever. our little secret.
currently obsessed with characters who learn how to stifle their sneezes into near silence.
but not without repercussions.
it isn't their natural sneeze, though. their natural sneeze is the exact reason they learned to properly stifle in the first place. desperate, intense and always, always loud, they've learned through considerable trial and error how to choke them down into something that's more acceptable for polite society.
it isn't without it's drawbacks: not only are the stifles wholly unsatisfying (and really only delay the inevitability of the proper fit they'll need to have later) it gives them the worst headache if it goes on for too long.
but in moments where they can allow themselves to just... relax, and really let loose, their nose has decided to make up for every single instance that they've been smothered and stifled. what was already a source of embarrassment has become a near force of nature, thanks to their efforts to diminish it.
so while they can still keep their sneezes under control in public - it's made their actual sneeze(s) a lot more... attention-grabbing, for lack of a better term.
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This got trapped in my head and wouldn't go away until I wrote it. I might make it part of a bigger fic later, but for now it's standalone Saphalos (OC!Sith Inquisitor Saphina + Lieutenant Talos Drellik which has claimed my brain for days.)
“Hihh…” Saphina took a couple steps back from the fire, nose wrinkling up in itchy dismay. “That’s… hih!”
“Poor hitchy thing,” Talos murmured with a ridiculously fond smile.
“I can’t just… snf… can’t make myself snehhh…” She inhaled sharply and exhaled a cough. “Ugh. Smoke.”
“Noted. It’s a shame you can’t, though, it’s terribly convenient,” Talos said.
“Can’t what?” She asked, pressing her nose briefly to her wrist.
“Make yourself,” he said, as if that made any kind of sense.
“Who do you know that can just make themselves sneeze?” She asked, torn between curiosity and frustration. She hadn’t expected him to suddenly wrinkle his nose up, dipping towards his elbow with a sharp —
“isk’SCHEH!”
Talos straightened, idly smoothing his uniform’s front as if there were nothing out of the ordinary here.
As if he hadn’t just…. just…. “Are you serious?”
“Oh quite,” he assured her with a mischievous smile. It suited him.
“Again.” She couldn’t believe—
There wasn’t a hitch or staggered breath, just a little twitch of the nose and a sharp inhale before — “sktSHEH! There we are.”
“Are you making yourself sneeze, or faking it?” she asked suspiciously.
“Mm… six of one, half a dozen of the other. If I kept it up I wager I’d elicit a few natural ones,” he mused.
one of the cutest sneezing patterns is one big(ger) sneeze that signifies the end of a fit. like Every Time u can tell its ended by the one big one. Super cute and awesome
Smol TW: Drug use, technically? She takes a partial "adrenal" which is an in game booster that jolts the system into gear and reasonably should help her immune system if we're going to dissect the lore. You can see what she's going for and also what a bad idea that was with how very irritated she is...
Fair warning all the same.
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“ngkt! NkKTCHIIH! Hih—! IKKSHIiih!” Saphina sniffed sharply and did not yet turn her chair back to her desk. Watery gold eyes narrowed, staring blankly at an empty stretch of wall. Maybe that was it this time? A reprieve—
Her nostrils twitched and she buried her face in the folds of the handkerchief once more. “KtSCH! Hiihhh… hiIEGKKSHT!”
The stifles were only somewhat successful and left her insufferably itchy. Alone for the moment, she took off her gloves, black leather stark against the lighter material of her desk, and pressed bare fingers under her nose. She had learned not to risk the gloves; they were just abrasive enough to be a problem. Like this, she had a moment to breathe and reflect.
She was unquestionably getting sick.
Saphina made a small, displeased sound and took stock.
Slight headache — easy to blame on so much stifling at the archives.
Her throat was fine, though.
No pain or swelling under the jaw.
No cough, though there was a little irritation in her throat. Again with the stifles.
She wasn’t chilling, her cognitive abilities were fine, if she could just stop —
Stop—!
“ikkSHHUu! Nk’kiiIIHH-ihtCH! Kt’kHHEESHUu!” a shallow gasp, eyes squeezed shut and tears of sheer irritation leaking down her cheeks. She sniffled because she couldn’t help it, and aggressively scrubbed at the upturned tip of her nose. Ugh. Force, but it itched. If she didn’t have a faint sense of malaise she might have thought she had uncovered an allergy. But no, it couldn’t be so simple as something to remove from her area.
She had to be getting sick.
She did not have time for this; she had work to do, and was not going to slack just because her immune system was throwing a tantrum.
Saphina was no doctor and to call her a ‘healer’ was also misleading. She could heal, there was a difference. Likewise with the variety of curatives and adrenals she had created.
If she was a healer, she’d have had knowledge of traditional remedies with which to treat herself. If she was a doctor, she could have prescribed something.
However, she was a frustrated Sith in possession of immunity boosters and adrenaline shots with dwindling patience so that was what would have to do.
They weren’t hard to make, not at this point, and she swept off to the room adjacent to her office where she worked on such things. Every irritated sniffle threatened to set off more sneezing, and every sniffle that didn’t added to the brewing irritation. She should have been wary, she would recognize in hindsight, but at that moment she was just aiming to be faster than the irritation swelling in her sinuses.
Keen gold eyes watched the progress of the immunity booster — a set, in case someone came to see her; she was hoping not — then went to check her stock of adrenals. While normally used for combat, just using a fraction of it ought to help keep her sharp. She just…
Saphina’s eyes widened as the brewing irritation promptly boiled over, leaving her sinuses and all the way down her bridge alight with furious, insatiable itching. A staggered inhale was cool against the burn of irritation, and wildly provoking. Her lips parted on a gasp and she fumbled a bit, turning away and leaning against the wall for support. There was no build, no chance to stop herself, just — “k’tSCHHIIH! Iikky’iiSHHU! IIKKSH! Hhti— ikKiiIIHHSHHIU!”
She thought she might get a reprieve, but another breath, deep and shuddery, demanded a different kind of relief and it felt like the search for it lasted no small eternity before she could draw a clear breath, if somewhat thickened.
Sniffing a second time, she managed to locate the handkerchief, dabbing at her sensitive nose cautiously.
Then she remembered her brewing curative.
Frack.
She had seconds out of minutes left to get it out of the pot, and did so cautiously. The chemical scent wafted to her and she ducked her head against her shoulder with an itchy little double but thankfully no more.
This would help.
It had to help.
But it needed to cool and set so she poured it into a heavy mug, covered it, and left it while she went back… no. Her eyes drifted to the adrenal.
Just a little boost wouldn’t hurt, she did know that from experience. A whole adrenal would send her running on a high worthy of a lightsaber duel, and she didn’t need that. This would just be… a sight better than caffa, with fewer side effects.
She wasn’t stupid enough to just try to administer part of it when there were so many ways that could go wrong. Instead, she went back and found the reserves, taking a small amount into a fresh container to administer. She would have at most a fifteen minute boost of energy, during which she had several things she needed to set up and take care of before she could afford to work with what she feared might be a compromised intellect.
‘I shall make sure my schedule remains clear and that I am ready to serve!’
The Lieutenant’s words came back to her, cheerful and genuine, and she smiled ruefully. He was kind in a way Imperials simply weren’t. Oh, she’d been teased for walking in the Light now and then, or accused in some cases. She could be gentle. She could be fair. But she had never been accused of being kind.
He was, though. Kind and courteous, almost genteel without the baggage and darkness of nobility. Why he’d chosen to stay by her side past the duration of his mission was a mystery, but she was grateful for it.
She sniffed quietly, and eyed the handkerchief in her hand. She needed to launder that and get it back to him…
‘Your service is exemplary, but I think we can agree that was a bit above and beyond,’ she recalled saying when he’d passed it to her mid-fit.
‘I don’t feel so, no,’ he’d said, sounding as genuine as ever. Then, ‘Are you quite alright?’
She’d said she was fine. She’d wanted to be fine. She’d needed, in that moment, in public, to be fine.
“H’hhh! HnkKTCHIIH!”
… she was not fine.
Saphina sighed heavily and let her eyes close for a moment. Then she took the adrenal before she could think twice about it, feeling the rush immediately as her system kicked its pace into gear. Her mind sharpened and the adrenaline washed away the fatigue that had started to pull at her. She didn’t feel well, but she felt better, and that was the important part.
She set a timer for ten minutes, giving herself a little wiggle room to stop what she was doing before it wore off.
Then she got to work.
She had made two mistakes in this decision.
One, ten minutes was not nearly enough time to make tangible progress on this project.
Two, in pushing herself into a higher level of clarity, she was painfully, potently aware of her symptoms and not even a Hutt’s handful of minutes in did the itching return, both pervasive and intense.
She had to set her stylus down, pinching just above the tip of her nose with a soft sound of frustration. Her lashes fluttered, lips parting on an irresistible catch of breath. Quiet but desperate, growing rapidly into an omnipresent and unavoidable presence.
“H’hh…”
Force, it itched. She pressed her tongue hard against the roof of her mouth as if it could be enough to pressure the persistent itching in her bridge. It was not, as it turned out. Her eyes watered, nostrils twitching before she curled her fingers under them once more, applying pressure so firm it almost hurt.
And yet.
“H’ng’ehHSHIU!” a short, shallow breath, “ehn-KSHHIU! ekKTCH-HiiiSHU!”
She gave a little almost-cough and flopped back in her chair with a stuffy sniffle, rubbing the heels of her hands into her stinging, watery eyes.
This was not working.
She needed it to work.
She needed…
A sharp hitch almost led to a sneeze, but instead left her hanging without relief, and she swore softly. One hand was dropped to her lap, the other running back through her unbound hair. This was unbearable, but she didn’t want to leave this undone, nor did she care to pass it on to anyone else in her sphere. Umbral would, if she asked him.
She did not want to ask him. The man had softened of late and she wasn’t sure what to do with that, especially knowing why.
Or who, rather.
No, if she accepted help this would come from closer, and not another Sith, no matter the few she was… fond of.
She smiled ruefully at how that narrowed it down severely.
Someone who knew history.
Who knew Sith culture, and artifacts.
Who had a strong background in linguistics, and read Kittât fluently.
Who had the clearance, and would be discreet — not merely about the project but about her… unfortunate state of being.
Well. The only one who passed all those marks had to know already, though he’d been very gracious about it.
‘I shall await your call and rejoin you then.’
She reached for her datapad to drop Drellik a message, summoning him to the Citadel.
He responded promptly that he would be there in ‘seven to ten’ minutes; he must have been in the Citadel already. It was none of her business why he was there, but it did leave her curious.
…had he followed her there from the archives?
She shook her head as if she could dislodge the thought; they had people in this building who served her sphere, it could have been for one of his own projects, or a colleague. Not everything revolved around her.
He was there in eight minutes, smiling brightly as he stepped in and quietly closed her door. “Hello, my lord.”
She smiled faintly at how genuinely pleased he sounded to see her, leaning back in her chair a little as his gaze almost imperceptibly flicked over her face, taking her in. She was abruptly aware she had no idea if all that sneezing had flushed her skin pink, only that it did feel sensitive enough that it might well have.
Nothing she could do about it now. “Hello, Lieutenant. You said you would be game to assist further?”
“But of course! You do find the most fascinating projects,” he said brightly, and it belatedly occurred to her that that brightness outshone any other emotion he might have been feeling. Say, concern. She wasn’t so far into it to fear ‘disgust’ but whatever else there was, it was deftly hidden.
Clever man, she knew she liked him for a reason.
“Very well, come have a look at this, then. Take the chair,” she said, pointing to one of the two that sat in front of her desk — a rarity, for a Sith in her position; most liked to make their company stand at attention in their presence. Not that she was above that, but she actually used her office to work and sometimes that meant other people.
Drellik took a seat, wheeling it closer with an eager look, briefly tilting his head as if he could read her notes upside down.
…actually after all this time he probably could.
All the same, she rotated the datapad to let him have a proper look at it.
He brushed the corner of it with his fingertips, green eyes flicking back and forth over text before slowing to process the older text past the annotations she’d made. “My goodness… this is quite spectacular, my lord, I understand your persistence completely. What aspect may I assist with? Translation? Dictation? Perhaps something a bit more hands on? I— oh.”
Saphina winced, turning away from the desk entirely, breath catching high in her throat. “Hiii-TSCHIIiu!”
“Bless you, my lord,” Drellik said carefully.
“Save… save yourbreath— t’hhshiiCHU!” She sniffled unevenly, nose twitching delicately before a tiny gasp slipped past her unusually impeccable control, bringing with it a string of stifles she barely contained with aid of an increasingly useless handkerchief. If it wasn’t for the Force illusions she maintained — one of the few useful things Zash taught her — she was quite certain she’d be blushing horribly. Which wasn’t the worst of her problems, considering her nerves were alight with irritation.
Edited my latest SWTOR piece because I got some details sideways. Not used to writing Saphina, ngl. It's interesting writing her for several reasons:
Female sneezing, and a lot of it.
F!Inquisitor / Talos is not actually a ship I shipped even in vanilla, until now I suppose?
This story is coming to me INSANELY fast, for my standards; shy of when I was doing NaNoNo I have rarely written this fast and for points 1 and 2 this is a very weird fic for this to happen on.
She's made cameos with Umbral and Wolf but I have not in fact actually zeroed in on her so there's a lot of "getting to know you" writer/muse edition going on.
And.
I'm aaaaaatt... -checks doc- 13,013 as of me pausing to write this post, and am at CH7.... I think this is the longest snz thing I've written so far. Completed, Between Lovers with Umbral / Wolf is just under 10.5K... I do need to post that actually. But this one is not only past that, it's past that and not done.
It's not even overtly kinky, though I do feel it will develop that way because I like that and I'm the writer. XD Mostly slow burn sickfic in which she is very, very sneezy and I'm baffled by how much I like it. Idk man. You just follow where the muse takes you.
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Specifically for my SWTOR charas, but others as I go, to help smooth the way for those of you not in the fandom.
And for those of you guys on the fence who would like to enjoy the SWTOR snzfics but aren't not into SWTOR just treat them, and their setting, as OCs. It's functionally the same thing, isn't it? It's what I do for any fandom I don't know, be it established or an original that's largely on tumblr. It makes things so much more fun.
Also my lady lovers, I have 7 and counting chapters of F!SNZ from one of my SWTOR ladies, featuring an increasingly bad, very sneezy cold, denial, intense UST between my lady Sith and her aggressively positive Lieutenant -they don't even call each other by their first names until after CH6- reluctantly received caretaking and more.
I've started it here, based off the prompt of someone watching someone else suffer. For those of you side eyeing the men I would point out they're in close quarters and she's highly contagious...
I present to you the concept of someone's sound shifting by circumstances. Like, slightly three different spelling base between colds and allergies and stifling -- maybe not by much, but enough the discerning viewer can realize what's going on just by their sound.
This is something I've done with a couple of my guys but specifically ran into it as I finalized one of my ladies' snz sounds a chapter and many sneezes into a fic and came up with the (clever?) excuse that the difference was she no longer had the oomph to restrain herself / control the sound. Which scans, because everyone else does actually have variations in how their sounds develop per irritant.
Examples under the cut so this is rebloggable without having to read about my specific blorbos. Would love to see others' examples.
Brandt is interesting to me not only because he tries (with some success, even) to shift his sound a little for each of his Others, but also it changes based off of how irritated he is + how much restraint he has left in him, and there's generally a fair bit of hitching either way.
Just starting into a fit / lesser irritation with shorter, harsh sounds, a lot of K's and KS-es (“uhh-kscht!” / “ih-kt! iih….ksggch!”)
A fair bit into a fit / very irritated sounds full of strong starting vowels where you've got sort of an emphasis dip between a strong start, breathy middle, and emphatic ending ("AESSSHHIH! [...] ESSSSHUu!”)
Wolf is a top tier example of this, just comparing him with a cold, where the sneezes come with very little hitching at first and some "uh / hu" sounds at the end (“NkiiiSHU! ekKTCHII! nkiiT-CHHIIUH!”)
Or him having issues with rain, where his breathing staggers and he hitches and hesitates between sneezes with lots of itchy "iiih" sounds (“H’htt-nih… iiiiHH…” [...] Hihschiih! Iishhiich! Ihiii… iKKSHTchiih!)
Umbral is also a good example. When he has a cold and is forced to sneeze freely, it's a loud, unmistakably powerful sound with some variation in the exact sound, but often with minor attempts to restrain himself in N's and irritated H's (“hnngSTCHHIH! NGHSSHIISCHU!”)
But he can't stifle worth a damn, adding in harsher xx and g sounds. (“hnxxgschhu! H’nnXSHIIH!")
And then I've had fun with Saphina, lately, so within the six-nearly-seven chapters with her I've noticed patterns.
When she's trying, indeed somewhat successful moderating her sneezes / suppressing them she ends in a stifly sort of "hiih" sound, lots of shh too (“Hiih—! hikktshhIH! HiiKSHHIH!”)
Compared to just giving in and letting her body have its way, she starts ending in a higher pitched "hiiu" sound ("Ht-niii— IKKSHHIIU! ktshiu!")
Examples taken from where I've written them in snzfics.
But yeah! I find that fascinating. If you read this, feel free to share your own!
someone who uses product in their hair every day showing up one day without any, looking so soft and unpolished, and acting like anyone pointing it out is the weird one for noticing — no there’s no reason for the change, they were just running a little late this morning, ok? is that allowed or are they gonna get on their case about that too? (note: they are sniffling forebodingly)
There's something ridiculously convenient about looking at something that feels positively obscene and knowing no one would outside of our little demographic ever think of it as nsfw.
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1, 17, 30 for Brandt, if you would? :D
ps: hi! nice to see you around
50 Questions for your OCs askmeme:
(thanks for the ask! It's good to be here.)
1. If they say “I had a bad day,” what does that usually mean happened?
If he says that with any kind of genuineness, it was emotionally hard to deal with, maybe even exhausting or touching on trauma. If it's physical -- including physical fights resulting in injury -- it's just "I have had a day" but if it's a bad day, it's code for a different kind of hurt.
17. What’s the one trait they’ve worked the hardest to change about themselves? Has it worked?
His temper, definitely.
Brandt knows he has a temper, knows it's significant and destructive, not only physically (it used to be such an issue, triggering heat/fire related magic before he really learned to control that) but because he can hurt the people in his life with heated words that they rarely deserve.
He's worked hard over the years at learning to at least compartmentalize to deal with later (not always the best idea, but, effective) or channel it into less destructive activities. If he's going to cause damage, physical or emotional, it will damn well be because he meant to.
30. They need to make a big speech. Do they write it down or speak from the heart?
From the heart. Now, while he's preparing the speech, he may write down specific points he wants to cover and rehearse ways to address them, so he stays on target. But when giving the speech, he has no notes. Which is good because he tends to be very animated when doing public speaking, and it doesn't lend to checking notes.
(Now, he has "checked" them to make a point / back up what he's saying -or be sarcastic- but that's different I think.)
Lil Moon did snz art once, I think it's buried on the Forum of Nope under another name... OC, ofc, and one most of you haven't met. It was not, on a scale of where I went on to go, that great but it was also MS Paint in the mid 00's with a mouse and frankly the line art impresses me by that alone
*I'm not sharing, I'm just saying I might someday try again....
**Actually I might have done it twice but only shared the one. Do I have these files...? Maybe?
***So I checked, I don't have the files but I have a TON of early art ('11-'15 mostly, which scans for life events) and I just Oo at it...