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I do a lot of OC stuff, my main two OCs being Sherri and Gine Kidman, you'll be seeing them a lot!
Feel free to read ahead if you'd like!
Art that I've done that I actually like:
This list will occasionally change as my art skill progresses lol
MonHun Shenanigans (Semi NSFT)
The Pepper Jar
Teasy Dragon
A Thaumaturgy Allergy
Ragweed Trouble
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Hey gang! Ik I havenât been super active as of recent,, and this is unfortunately because life has continued to kick my teeth in. In about 24 hours, my folks and I could be evicted, which thankfully isnât the absolute WORST case scenario, because we are lucky enough to have family who could let us stay with them temporarily, but of course, this isnât sustainable long term, especially because my mother works from home and doesnât know if she can take all of her equipment with her to a second location. -- Blah, blah, blah, the economy is in the shitter, we all know this as honestly most of us are probably struggling financially in some way or another right now.
âŹïžâŹïž Because I donât wanna deal with any more anons like THIS again,, Iâve decided to just do some cheap(er) Emergency comms â Woohoo !! đđ„đ
As always, Iâm really thankful for the way in which this place has supported me, my work, and my silly little shitposts,, so even if you canât comm me, still, thank you for being here,, it means a lot đđ«đ«
My nose went completely haywire this morning, probably from a mix of dust and perfume, and the result was the most intense, rapid sneezing fit Iâve ever had. I genuinely canât remember the last time I sneezed this much. And the best part? I was getting ready to go out for lunch with a couple of friends⊠not exactly great timing for a MASSIVE sneezing fit
Got commissioned by @willsneeze to make a gift for @sylviluna for her birthday, so I drew Rari! Happy birthday, Sylvi!! đ°
If you like my drawings, and are willing and able to do so, please consider commissioning me, pledging to my Patreon, or donating through ko-fi â! You're not obliged to, but every bit helps to keep me living decently and I really do appreciate it!
OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH @willsneeze AND HACHI, MY BOY MY BABY MY BEAUTIFUL DERG-MAN YOU DREW HIM SO WELLLLL LOOK AT HIM HE'S SO PRETTY!!! AGHHH I CANT STOP LOOKING AT THIS IVE BEEN STARING AT IT SINCE I SAW IT FIRST,,
I only mentioned the hair pulling side of the photic reflex for him a few days ago, you did this so fast!! Thank you so so much, seriously!! Everybody go check Hachi and Will out, they beyond deserve it!!!
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We have a problem. Have you guys fucking seen this shit???
What. The. Actual. Fuck. And thereâs 300+ subscribers are you joking.
I wonder if itâs all the old heads but this is so bad that ai is making fetish art for OUR OBSCURE FETISH :((((( how did it find out :(((( Iâm so upset rn
This is so fucking gross. As someone who tries to make high quality public content for this kink FOR FREE, the fact that some asshole is out here not only churning out boring AI slop (which is bad enough), but they're also trying to make money off of it through Patreon??? And hundred of people are subscribing to this??? It makes my blood boil. Seriously, what the fuck. It makes me not even wanna bother posting content anymore.
people love to pretend ts doesn't affect them when they can't even write an essay, an email, a text message, their resume, their grocery list, or even FIND PORN without gen ai anymore. are we fr?
do you need ai to stroke your cock for you too? do you need to generate some fingers to flick your bean?
like y'all do realize that them making us more and more dependent on this shit for everything isn't an accident, right? meanwhile, as Reed said, real people are posting material for free .99 just about every other week on here, and all without using up several gazillion gigafucks of water.
Just a rushed small thing of my ocs Elio(pink hair) and Da'vinci/vinnie(black hair)
For lack of a better word in Vinnie's vocabulary, this little quirk of Elio's wasâŠ. annoying.
Vinnie had noticed when they first moved in together. Him and Elio had been sitting in on the couch when he heard a soft hitch. Looking over, Elio was still staring at his phone, but was definitely not paying attention to the screen. The expression he was wearing was very cute. He kept scrunching up his nose, and appeared to be holding his breath. That's when Vinnie wondered if Elio was trying to not sneeze. This was even before they knew each other's fetish. When Elio slowly let out his breath, it appeared his technique had worked.
Now, nearly a year later, Elio still fought every time there was a chance someone could potentially hear him. Vinnie had been getting ready to go out, while Elio dusted a table near the entry way. Maybe it was the dust that had gotten the aspiring musician in this predicament? "Cute." Vinnie had thought as he purposefully placed himself next to his roommate, and used the mirror above the table to mess with his black hair.
Crinkling his nose, a rub of his knuckle, and then the breath holding. It was all very endearing in a way, but Vinnie wished the other would just let it out! They've shared more things than roommates should have, a platonic relationship without the ties of the term 'partners' held. Yet here was Elio, self conscious and trying to fight off a body's natural defense.
Vinnie went and started putting on his shoes, and saw Elio's shoulders relax a bit since he assumed Vinnie was now leaving. That's when an idea struck.
"Oh! I forgot something." Vinnie then proclaimed as he turned towards Elio, who was looking at him now. The taller male took a few steps to close the distance, a teasing look on his face as he seemed pleased with the idea he had formed moments ago. Elio now stood in front of him, and Vinnie only bent a bit to quickly place a tiny kiss on the side of Elio's nose he knew was more sensitive, before turning and heading back for the door.
"Heh-Hh'xtshehh! - 'xchu!" The quick double was punctuated by a sniff.
A surprised gasp came from the other man, breaking his concentration on trying to hold back his sneeze. "Hh!" A hitch escaped, and Vinnie knew the fight has been lost.
Vinnie raised a hand in a backwards wave as he started out the door. "You're welcome, Pinkie!" He didn't have to look to know Elio's cheeks were pink, and even Vinnie felt a sort of static in his chest as he shut the door behind him.
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hi friends!! my good friend user @ghostsnz recently lost his job & could use some assistance if you're able & willing to do so!
he could use support with funds for rent & bills until he gets back on his feet ToT
putting paylinks under the cut if you're willing & able to assist đ„č if not reblogs are extremely appreciated as well!!
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i love sneezes where the cloud of spray lingering in the air doesn't even have a chance to fully dissipate before the next one,, ones that'll straight fill up a room
I found myself playing hide and seek again without taking my allergy meds â and this time I was hiding with someone who also has a pretty sensitive nose. And of course we started sneezing right when we needed to stay quiet. Perfect timing, as always
I had the pleasure of recording this scenario with @sylviluna and @hachiibun, two of the sweetest people in this entire community. It genuinely makes me happy I get to call them my friends! đ§Ą
Sylvi completely stole the show (as always) with her incredible sneezes, and it was truly an honor having her in one of my videos. And what can I say about Hachi? An absolutely Oscar-worthy seeker performance. Yâall already know them, but if you donât⊠what are you doing with your life? Go check out their fantastic artwork â and in Sylviâs case, more of her absolutely phenomenal sneezes too!
I hope you guys enjoy listening to this â the last video of 2025! Hereâs to many more sneezes in 2026!
Thank you so much for allowing me to participate in this collab!! I don't know about Oscar-worthy, but I did have a lot of fun with this!! And two of the sweetest people? Says you, hehe! Thank you again for letting me be a part of thisâ and many blessings to you as well, you knocked it out of the park with those sneezes!!! :33
Just gonna post a little vashwood drabble because I have no idea where to go with it. Someone give me the power to write a whole fic
It was becoming routine. Vash was probably unaware, but this little quirk had caught more than Wolfwood's eye.
The two exited the inn they had stayed at last night. Vash leading the way, and Wolfwood following close behind. A part of Wolfwood knew what he was doing, but he was still in denial about MOST feelings he felt towards the spikey haired fool.
Annoyance, yes. Protective, vash was a walking hazard, so yes. These were feelings he could accept, but this? This was something he was not trained for.
And now here he was walking behind the humanoid typhoon because Wolfwood knew what was going to happen, and a selfish part of him wanted, needed, to watch it unfold.
Vash stepped down the stairs into the morning sunlight. It was quick. A rushed inhalation of breath and he bent at his torso. âhehâkshu!â
Wolfwood didnt realize he had stopped breathing. A warm feeling in the pit of his stomach, an urge to say something, but some kind of nerve made him silent to it all. Wolfwood's cheeks felt hot, and he wanted to punch the blonde for doing this to him.
âIk'shu!â Vash let out again, now bringing a hand to his face as if this caught him off guard and he didn't do this nearly everytime he stepped out into sunlight.
Vash turned to look at wolfwood, who was frozen on the last step. He smiles that bright smile, a finger rubbing the underside of his nose. âBless me!â
Wolfwood's blood pooled far away from his brain. He wanted to say he hated this idiot, but hate was not the emotion he was feeling in the moment, and he was too afraid to use another term. Hate was safe, but this made him feel vulnerable.
I just wanted the crew to be sweet to an ailing Vash
I've looked at it too long, so I hope it's enjoyable!
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Vash and Nai were identical. Differences didnât start to pop up until Nai figured out he had powers. And Vash wasâŠ. Vash. A part of him hated the difference. It felt like there was now a distance between him and his brother, and it was the first instance that Vash felt a budding loneliness inside of him.
And to this day the loneliness never seemed to cease. Always existing below the surface. A rising tide Vash was trying to outrun, and heâs had years of running under his belt.
The waves were being drowned out by the rumble of the car. Meryl and Roberto arguing about directions. Wolfwood snoring lightly against the window. And VashâŠ
Well, there was a tickle in his nose that was threatening to destroy the mood.
It had begun that morning. Three soft, hidden sneezes as he was getting in the car. Wolfwood had noticed, he always seemed to notice, and gave a halfhearted blessing before claiming his seat in the sand crawler. Vash had smiled sheepishly before getting in as well.
But the itch never went away.
It settled in his sinuses, deep, stuck. It was making his head ache. If he didnât know any better heâd thinkâŠ.. no, no⊠when was the last time he had a cold? 5 years ago? 15? Denial swam through his veins. No way he was getting sick, and worse there was no way he was going to bother the company he had. It wasnât Vashâs place to have others worry about him. Honestly, he should just leave at night and not look back. Danger stuck to him like the heat from the suns, and everyone around him would be burned eventually.
Vash sighed and looked out the window. Blue eyes peering above the rim of his sunglasses at one of the suns- oh no-
Vashâs breath hitched with the photic reflex, and he didnât have time to stifle
âHâRASHU!â Vash doubled over from the force
Meryl panicked and slammed the break. Roberto dropped his flask and gripped the glove box, and Vash and Wolfwood slammed into the back of the front seats.
There was a beat of silence as everyone collected themselves.
Vash sat up, about to apologize, but he found himself suddenly in a headlock.
âDid you do that on purpose, Needle-noggin?â Wolfwood rubbed his knuckle into the top of Vashâs skull.
âIt was a sneeze! A sneeze I swear- ow ow ow!â Vash didnât put up much of a fight. He probably deserved this.
Meryl turned in her seat. âA sneeze? I wouldnât expect it to be soâŠ.â She couldnât find the word. âItâs almost like Robertoâs, but louder.â
Roberto made a gruff sound, but didnât comment.
Vash was let go finally. âIâm sorry. Someone must be talking about me.â He laughed nervously. It seemed to set everyone at ease for the time being, and soon enough the car was moving again.
â
They traveled a few more hours before finding a place to camp. The next town was still hours away, and everyone was getting tired.
The camp was simplistic. A fire, sleeping bags, and sandwiches they had bought in the last town. Vash had walked away from the group when he thought no one was paying attention. He went behind the car and
âHpt'shu âechu!â He let a double hide in the crook of his elbow.
âBless you.â
Vash let out a surprised squeak as he turned to see Wolfwood eyeing him.
âNot coming down with something, are you Blondie?â Nicolas was closing the distance, and Vash took a tentative step back. His head hurt, his throat now hurt, and he hoped it wasn't obvious.
âIâm okay, really!â Vash waved a dismissive hand.
Wolfwood cocked an eyebrow. âWhy is it getting harder for me to believe that? Youâve uttered the same words while bleeding. But I wonât press the matter.â He took a long drag of his cigarette before stomping the butt. âCome on. Letâs eat and get some sleep.â The undertaker turned and led the way. Vash followed obidiently.
Vashâs appetite was left somewhere in the last town. The sandwich only made his stomach turn. He stared at the food. Turned it over and over trying to will it to be appetizing. No luck. He set it back in the cooler.
No one commented on the uneaten sandwich. Knew better than to start a battle no one was ready to fight. Instead everyone bantered back and forth until most were yawning and ready to sleep sitting up.
Each crawled into their sleeping bags, thankful for the clear weather. Still, Vash shivered. It was a chill locked in his bones. Everyone around him was breathing softly. Were they cold? Lifting his head he surveyed the group one by one. No one else seemed bothered. WHY WAS HE SO COLD?
Shivering, he pulled his knees to his chest and burritoed himself as best as he could in the sleeping bag. Then the itch in his nose came back full force. He wiggled his hands out and smashed them against his nose and mouth. âHâxtch! âxtchu!â
Blue eyes shot open once he could. No one seemed to notice. Thank god.
Vash tossed and turned most of the night. By the time he felt himself start to fall asleep a congestion was settling in his nose. Great, just great.
â
Vash was awoken with a rough nudge.
âYouâre snoring loud enough to alert everyone thatâs looking for you!â It was Wolfwood.
Vash groggily sat up. Still cold, his head swimming. He breathed through parted lips, but something caught and he started to cough. This got everyoneâs attention.
Wolfwood raised his hand, Vash flinched, but he was met with something much gentler than he expected. A calloused hand that bore a heavy cross gently lifted Vashâs bangs and placed a palm on Vashâs forehead. A few seconds, then Wolfwood let out a low hum. âYou need to tell people if youâre getting sick. The fever is going to fry the little brains you have left.â The sentence was rough, but there wasnât any bite behind the words. Only soft concern.
Meryl made her way over to assess the stampede. Her hand replacing Wolfwood's, and Vash hopes the blush on his cheeks wasn't obvious. He was not used to this much attention.
"For someone that's so good at running, you managed to get caught by a bad cold ⊠or worse." Meryl retracted her hand.
"Let's get to the next town and let him rest before we all catch it." Came Roberto already packing up his things.
Vash raises his hands. "Please don't worry about me- hp'schu!" He sniffled, which only added to the worry of his traveling companions.
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They were all piled back into the car, and the current mission, get to a town so they can hopefully find some kind of medicine to help Vash. The car bumped and rattled over sand with a bit more than the leisurely speed they were driving the other day.
Vash was sitting up, his head leaned back, and was pinching the bridge of his nose. A headache was forming from his sinuses. All he wanted to do was sleep, but this was proving to make that nearly impossible.
Wolfwood had enough of watching. Without warning he yanked Vash by the arm and pulled the blond down.
Vash made a yelp of surprise not expecting the attack.
Meryl looked into the rearview mirror. "You guys okay?" She slowed the car down some.
"Don't worry about it, shortie." Wolfwood called out. He settled back in the seat and forcibly placed Vash's head in his lap.
"Rest, needle-noggin." Wolfwood was trying to be caring in his own way. Even back at the orphanage he wasn't known to just be 'sweet' to someone. It wasn't in his nature. He started running his hands through Vash's hair, hoping it was soothing. "You really are burning up, christ."
Vash chuckled a bit and decided to humor Wolfwood's show of kindness. He knew if he tried to argue the moment would be gone, and the undertaker probably wouldn't try this again. And strangely, this was comfortable. The car's bumps and jostles felt more like a rocking motion now.
Something dislodged in his sinuses and he couldn't help but sneeze pathetically into Wolfwood's lap "H'RASHU!" It was loud, he never had control of the volume. Wolfwood jerked a bit in surprise, he placed more pressure on the sick man's head. Trying to soothe. "H'ptschu! 'extschu!" Vash let out a soft whine.
"How did you survive this long, germinoid typhoon?" Wolfwood chuckled, which made Vash twist his head and give him a look. Wolfwood pushed his head back into his lap with a demanding "sleep!"
Wolfwood didn't stop mindlessly running his fingers through Vash's hair and scalp. Even choosing to suck on a lollypop instead of blowing smoke. Afraid it might mess with Vash's sickness somehow. The congested snoring filled Wolfwood's chest with success.
Roberto turned in his seat to see the scene. "Maybe undertaker isn't your true calling?"
"Shut itâŠ"
â-
They managed to arrive in the next town. Vash was sadly woken up and forced to trudge his way to an inn. Roberto was securing a room and Wolfwood went to buy smokes. It was Meryl's job to babysit Vash, who looked so pathetically stuffed up and sick it was tearing at her heart. She wanted to help somehow!
Then an idea came to her.
"Hey, Vash?" Meryl slid into the booth beside him. So close their knees touched.
Vash raised his head from the table, wanting to be polite he raised the remainder of the way to sit up straight. He smiled at her and opened his mouth to say something-
"Can I try something?" Meryl blurted out.
Vash tilted his head and gave her a look. "Um, sure Meryl?"
Meryl smiled as if she had won a prize and got onto her knees. "Okay your head hurts because you're congested, yeah? Let me try a massage."
Meryl started to move her hands towards Vash's face, but waited for permission.
Vash wasn't sure what this massage intelled, but his head hurt, everything hurt. Why not give it a shot? He leaned towards her so Meryl's fingers grazed his porcelain skin. The heat made her frown
"Okay I've only read about this soâŠ" Meryl began massaging the middle of this forehead above his nose. Working in slow circles. Vash's brows knit together, then seemed to relax. He let out a little hum as his eyes closed.
Meryl took that as a sign it felt nice. She worked over the forehead, then moved onto his cheeks. Vash sniffled but didn't tell her to stop. Then came the nose. She pinched the bridge and rubbed.
Vash's breath immediately hitched. He gently grabbed her wrist as he ducked away. "Hih- hih!" And nothing. Vash sniffled loudly and turned back to Meryl. "False alarm." He said with a little laugh.
"That can't feel comfortable though. Let me try again." Meryl started to rub at his nose again, but it didn't have the same effect. Then she got an idea. She took her finger and lightly ran it up his nose. Vash's breath hitched and he suddenly turned.
"H'RASHU!"
The other patrons jumped at the volume.
"Sorry-" Meryl started but was met by Vash's finger signaling her to wait a moment.
"H'ptschu! 'ptschu! h'- âŠ'exshu!"
By then Roberto came over, room keys in hand.
"The hell are you doing, newbie? Trying to attract the whole town's attention?" Roberto eyes Meryl who was still on her knees inches from Vash.
"I was just trying to help." She pouted.
"Yeah, helping yourself to catching a cold." Roberto rolled his eyes.
Vash recovered and had a napkin pressed against his nose. "I do feel a bit clearer!" He chimes in.
"Really?" Meryl seemed pleased.
Roberto places the keys on the table. "Go get yourself tucked into bed, kid. I spent a pretty penny securing this for you."
â--
Vash felt horrible in more ways than one. Sick, aching, fevered, tired, and then there was also the mental side. A burden was the best way to sum it all up.
He shivered under the blankets. Everyone had gone to get food, and said they'd be back soon. The silence of the room was too much. He missed them, then Vash felt selfish for even thinking that. He buried his head under the covers and wanted to cry, but he didn't deserve it.
He didn't deserve any of this.
The door to the room clicked and Vash peeked out from his blanket cacoon. He didn't expect Roberto.
The older man made his way over, pulling along a wooden chair and setting it next to the bed before plopping down in it with a grunt.
They met eyes and Roberto reached into his inner pocket, Vash was sure it was a flask, but he procured something else. A medicine bottle. "Sit up, Stampede."
Vash obediently sat up. "You didn't have to get medicine-"
Roberto cut him off with a stare. He portioned out the liquid and handed Vash the medicine. "Drink up. Sure it taste like death. It should help with the fever at least."
Vash downed it like a shot of alcohol. His face grimaced, which made Roberto smirk.
"Now lay down." Roberto ordered again and Vash listened without fuss.
The two then sat in silence. Vash had expected Roberto to leave after the medicine, but he didn't. Instead he pulled out a cigarette and lit it while getting comfortable.
"You know, kid." Roberto started, and Vash looked over at him. "There are people that care about you. I know damn well your heart is filled to the brim with love and peace bullshit, but let others repay that kindness."
"I'm sorry." Vash spoke quietly.
"You have no reason to be sorry. Just get better. Newbie, and even the undertaker are worried sick. And hell, even I miss your energy. Just get better soon. I'm paid for stories not nursing." Roberto ruffles Vash's hair. "Sleep. I'll keep the other two occupied."
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IÂ LOVEÂ your artwork, and the few WAVs youâve posted are honestly the best on this whole website!! I have three questions for you so, so sorry if thatâs too much.
Do you ever sneeze/or have you ever sneezed while drawing a sneezy.... drawing? :P
How many times do you usually sneeze per day?
Do your sneezes ever get annoying to you or people around you? Has anyone ever complained about them?
Sorry for the big three-parter ask, and thank you for your content!! <33
Oh my goodness, this is so sweet!!! Thank you so much!!
1. Yes, yes I have, there's honestly nothing I haven't sneezed during at this point â but it definitely does happen often while I'm drawing sneezy stuff! :P
2. Per day? Depending on how severe my allergies are, it can be around 50 to triple digitsâ especially when I stifle throughout most of the day, haha
3. They don't really get annoying to me, thankfully I usually kinda enjoy the act of sneezingâ and I usually stifle my sneezes around other people, but even then, my friends are used to my sneeziness and often just joke about itâ I can't say the same for other people, I'm sure they get annoyed, even with my stifles haha