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I wanted to consolidate my writing somewhere. I hope to expand this list over time as I write new stories and transplant some of my favorites from my old tumblr and the blue hell site!
Agatha All Along, Agents of SHIELD, Avengers, Brooklyn 99, Game of Thrones, Ghostbusters (the gay one), Encanto, The Umbrella Academy, and The Wolf Among Us
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Character A asking Character B (who can't seem to stop sneezing) if they need a minute, only for Character B to reply with:
"Actually, I think I may need several."
having an allergy to horse hair in like pre-engine times had to be crazy. heres the main way people get around and youre allergic to it. and its pre-benadryl times as well so basically youre kinda just fucked.
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Omg I just opened a shibari thread where people were talking about safely scenting ropes and someone mentioned rope with essential oils like lavender added to the conditioning wax, and that immediately gave me ideas.
Dom specifically conditioning their rope with wax scented with an oil that always sets off their subs nose. The sub notices the scent when the rope is brought into the room, but it doesn't start irritating their nose until the tie has started. Pretty quickly they're sniffling and hitching, before it devolves into a pitiful whimpering fit, the sub straining against their bonds with each sneeze.
By the time their dom reaches the final steps of the tie, the sub is thoroughly restrained and sniffling weakly, only for their dom to complete the tie by securing the two slightly frayed ends of the rope right up against the poor thing's nostrils.
someone pointedly pausing before leaving into a more public room with another, who clearly would be better off getting the sneezes they’re trying to prevent out beforehand. do they? or do they waste the chance, instead picking a pointless & hitchy fight with them?
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From that prompt list — 😬 and/or 🩳 for Mulder, if you feel like it? ❤️
why yes i do SO feel like it, anon, thank you for asking 🥰🤭
Rain on Your Parade Snz Prompts:
😬 - Sneezing at an Inopportune Moment
maybe - [ᴛʜᴇ x-ꜰɪʟᴇꜱ] (m)
Notes: A bad cold (and an unfortunately-timed sneeze) interrupts a quiet moment of Scully-gazing during a stakeout. I'm kinda placing this between mid S2 - early S3 but it's a biiiiit ambiguous.
CW: brief mention of firearms (not used)
Words: 880 (oops)
Mulder can’t decide what he’s most grateful for: the fact that Scully clearly feels safe enough to fall asleep against his arm not twenty-five yards away the house of a suspected serial killer – and that she actually looks relaxed for once – or the fact that the cold medication she had forced into him has granted him the ability to breathe through his nose again.
It's a close tie, but right now, he’s leaning towards the latter.
Clear sinuses, Mulder decides, are a divine biological privilege he vows never again to take for granted.
Only a few hours ago, Scully had stood toe-to-toe with him at the gas station, holding out two unnaturally-colored pills and a bottle of water. She’d been entirely unmoved by his argument that cold medicine would make him drowsy and/or unable to operate a vehicle.
“Non-drowsy, Mulder. Maybe if you could hear properly over the sound of your own breathing, you might have heard me clearly the first time.”
Maybe he should have listened to her sooner.
He feels wired. Focused. Wide awake. The house beyond the car windshield remains quiet and still, and every now and then Mulder’s gaze slips away to glance down at Scully, who has been sound asleep against his shoulder for the better part of the last hour.
One hand lays curled against her chin, the other resting slack against her lap. Her face is relaxed for what seems like the first time in days. Weeks, possibly. He knows she’s exhausted, and that is at least in part his fault. Maybe what he’s most grateful for is the fact she’s getting some rest in at all.
Mulder tests another long, luxurious breath through his nose, and as if in response, Scully gives a soft sigh in her sleep and nestles her cheek against his coat sleeve. Mulder smiles down at her and sniffles back a faint trickle of moisture. He'd never forgive himself if...
He sniffles again, just to be safe, and this one proves to be perhaps a little bit too ambitious.
Mulder scrunches up his nose – hoping it will be enough to quell the tickle that immediately begins to bloom in his sinuses – an action which proves to be futile. The sensation only increases in intensity until his eyes begin to water, and he nudges the tip of his nose with his knuckle – once, twice – then presses a little firmer.
Scully sleeps on, warm and trusting against him, the crease between her brows finally smoothed away by sleep. He’ll be damned if he’s the reason it returns so soon.
Mulder clamps his fingers around his nose, but the pressure only seems to drive it deeper and his chest begins to expand in a series of helpless, hitching inhalations. He holds on for another desperate second but the tickle only builds and builds. He releases his nose just in time to pitch forward into the sleeve of his left arm.
"HUH’UghhSHhuh!"
The sneeze tears out of him, throaty and raw despite his every attempt to muffle it, and Scully jolts upright, awakening with a startled cry. Her hand flies toward the holster tucked beneath her coat, but Mulder catches her hand with his.
“Easy,” he croaks. “It’s—” He turns aside again, unable to get the reassurance out, still holding onto her hand. “It’s—uhH'TSSCHhioo! …Ugh, sorry,” he mumbles damply into his sleeve. “I-I didn’t mean t-to…t-uhhh…huh…hh…”
Mulder face crumples. Again, he tries to fight it, eyes squeezed shut, shoulders squared, but another deep, helpless gasp escapes him.
"—HEHH’tTSSCHioo!"
He buries his nose into the crook of his elbow, and when he lifts his head with a thick sniffle, he finds his nose completely blocked again. All at once, his brief, beautiful respiratory freedom is gone.
Well. It was nice while it lasted.
“B-bless you,” Scully exclaims, sounding breathless herself. “Bless you, Mulder.” She looks down and he follows her gaze as she carefully unclasps his hand from around her wrist. He hadn’t realized he was still grasping it.
“Sorry,” he mumbles
“It’s fine,” she replies, covering a yawn with the back of her hand and glancing at the dashboard clock. “I…didn’t mean to fall asleep. You should have woken me.”
Mulder smiles wryly.
“I believe I just did.”
Scully gives him a faint little smile in return. It’s sleepy, unguarded, and one of his very favorites – and it only lasts a moment before she turns to peer through the window again.
Reaching for the tissue box wedged into the center console, Mulder turns away as much as the cramped car allows and blows his nose. Unsuccessful in this endeavour, he groans quietly, and slumps back in his seat, closing his eyes.
“Are you feeling any better?” Scully asks. “You still sound awfully congested.”
He forgets to answer. His thoughts have drifted to the warm weight of her head against him, the soft sigh as she settled closer, as though she had found precisely the place she wanted to be.
“...Mulder?”
Scully’s small, cool hand settles against his forehead, and he hums a contented sigh before blinking open his eyes and rolling his head toward her. She’s already frowning again, all traces of sleep dissolved back into familiar concern.
spontaneously manually inducing them as a means of testing if they’re sick or not, whether that’s determined by the sound of the sneeze or how quickly/easily it’s brought out
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⤷ affliction .✦ ݁˖ ongoing and worsening over time, and it usually needs active intervention to stop it from getting worse. this creates a natural ticking clock for your plot, bc doing nothing is never actually neutral, every day your character delays looking for a cure is a day the affliction gets stronger.
⤷ blight .✦ ݁˖ affects land, crops, or the general health of a place rather than targeting a person directly. this one's great for raising stakes beyond just your protagonist, a whole village or region suffering makes the consequences of a curse feel bigger than one character's personal problem.
⤷ mark .✦ ݁˖ a visible sign of a curse or bargain, and it can't be hidden by normal means. this is genuinely great for tension in social scenes, a character can't just quietly deal with their curse in private, everyone around them can see something is wrong, which forces conversations the character would rather avoid.
⤷ bind-curse .✦ ݁˖ restricts action or speech, often tied to a specific condition, like "cannot lie" or "cannot leave this house." this one's a fantastic constraint to write dialogue around, bc the character has to find creative, technically-true ways to say what they mean without triggering the curse's actual restriction.
⤷ wasting hex .✦ ݁˖ slow-draining, saps strength or magic gradually over time rather than all at once. great for a character who's visibly weakening across the whole book, bc it forces them to make harder and harder choices about what they can still afford to do with the power or strength they have left.
⤷ echo curse .✦ ݁˖ repeats an event or emotion on a cycle, an anniversary, a moon phase, some recurring trigger. this is such a good device for a character who has to relive something painful on a schedule, bc it turns a single trauma into a structural element of the plot itself, something the reader can anticipate dread alongside the character.
⤷ soul debt .✦ ݁˖ a cost owed for magic already used, and it comes due eventually regardless of the caster's original intent. this one's great for a character who cast something desperate and good-intentioned long ago and is now facing consequences that have nothing to do with whether the original spell was justified.
⤷ silence .✦ ݁˖ removes a caster's ability to speak spells at all, and it's often self-inflicted or used as punishment. genuinely devastating for a character whose whole identity is built around their magic, bc it doesn't just weaken them, it takes away the specific thing that made them who they were.