Salutations, fellow oddballs and assorted folks of interest!
You can call me Vee, Veri or Effy (derived from "Very Freakin Effable" - no way in heaven, hell or the planes betwixt am I revealing my actual name on here)
My pronouns are they/he, and I finally got brave enough to do this!
This is, as you may guess, a snz/whump blog, so anyone who's not into that can respectfully fuck off. Don't make this any weirder than it is.
I'm on the aroace spectrum and genderqueer (somewhat masc leaning lately though, but idfk) so ✨deal with it babes✨
Ground rules/Shit To Know
I don't take requests for writing. Full stop. Sorr-eeee.
I don't write outright sex ever, sorry to disappoint but that's a Hell No for me.
If you don't have your age in your bio, your ass is getting blocked on sight.
I'm *really* into Go/od Om/ens, E/pic The Mu/sical, Hel/luva Bo/ss and Haz/bin Ho/tel at the moment but I may do things with original characters in the future if the inspiration strikes me.
Fic masterlist is here
Writing tag is #effablewritings
Fandom tags will be on this post to find them easier
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heatwave power outage where I live has me thinking about sneezes by candlelight…
A and B are sprawled on the couch on a hot and stormy summer evening waiting for the power to come back on. Gentle candlelight illuminates the room around them. B has been suffering all day from terrible allergies, and with no a/c, the windows have to be wide open to survive the heatwave. B is almost constantly building up for an itchy fit, their eyes watering and nostrils flaring wildly.
“Hiihh..haH! heEAASCHIOOOO!!” B sneezes openingly, accidentally blowing a candle out with the force of their expulsion.
They sniffle and gaze towards A with wet and heavy eyelids, already inhaling sharply again as their nose tries desperately to expel the persistent tickle.
“Ahh-hiihh..HEAASHIOOOO!!!”
“Oh baby…you’re so itchy,” A gently wipes a tear from B’s cheek and then leans to grab the lighter to relight the blown out candle, hoping the power comes back soon so they can close the windows for poor B.
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When someone's sick enough that their voice takes on that delicious deep, hoarse, gravely quality... and it completely alters the way their sneezes sound too.......ough
i had hoped to have one of my wips done while it was still june but tbh motivation's been real fickle as of late (i have so much written but nothing done what the fuck 😭😭😭)
however
i come bearing ✨dialogue✨
specifically mur/der/med/ia dialogue somewhat inspired by this post from @snzsnchillz (its prompts are always SO good omfg)
basically, v/incent wakes up from what was Meant to be a short nap feeling far worse than he did when he fell asleep. al/astor, always the more perceptive of the two, saw this coming and is helping in his weird way.
Vincent: “Whuh...?” [frog blink]
Alastor: “Ah, you’re awake!”
Vincent: [processes that The Not-Yet Radio Demon Is In Fact Right There] “AGH—hgk-!”
[His voice cracks woefully, and he coughs a few times. Alastor doesn’t like the sound of it.]
Alastor: “I was beginning to think you’d slipped into a coma!”
Vincent: “Jesus Christ, Alastor, how long have you been here?”
Alastor: “Long enough.”
Vincent: “What- what time even is it?”
Alastor: “About seven.”
Vincent, who fell asleep at three: “What?!” [this makes his voice threaten to give out on him again]
Alastor: [clicks his tongue pitifully] “Really, Vincent, you mustn’t keep shouting like that, you’re going to ruin that already-fraying voice of yours. Which reminds me- I brought you tea, and medicine, and a few cloths you can run under cool water for your fever—”
Vincent: “Wait, how did... huh? H-how did youhh...” [hurriedly grabs one of the cloths in question as his breath catches in his chest] “Huhh, ehH! EHhgkTZSHhue! Hehh- IYKTZSCHh’heww!”
Alastor: “— or for that, I suppose.”
Vincent: “Sndkk-! Eugh... How’d you even’d kn’dow I was sigck?”
[He realises how that sounds, gives the soggiest sigh you've EVER heard, and blows his nose.]
Alastor: “Well, that’s made it glaringly obvious, but you were snoring quite loudly last night, and I know you well enough by now to know that means you’re coming down with something.”
Vincent: “I really did feel finde earlier before I left.”
Alastor: “For both our sakes, stop lying to me; you practically staggered like a drunkard out the door.”
Vincent: “Ndo, really— Sndff! Ugh... I had a bit of a scratchy throat last night, and sure, it might’ve gotten a little worse today, but I absolutely didn’t feel this shitty.”
Alastor: “Then explain why I found Vincent Whittman, godsend of Studio 6, lying on the couch in his dressing room.”
Vincent: “I felt kinda tired, and I thought a nap would help. But I only planned to sleep for, like, twenty minutes, not four hours— Ohhh, fuck, I have sooo much to do...”
Alastor: “And all of it can wait, my dear fellow- I’ve already taken the liberty of apologising on your behalf and telling the others you’ll be taking the next few days off.”
Vincent: [Head in his hands] “Alastorrrr...”
Alastor: “Now, come on.” [offers a hand to help Vincent up] “We're leaving.”
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the mental image of someone absolutely covered in an allergen of choice (dust, pollen, fur, feathers, etc.) disheveled and dripping with irritation; their situation clear with just one look.
(and, of course, having just recovered from an intense sneezing fit or about to have one. or both.)
Imagine... Going to the beach with your love, playing in the sand before finally getting the courage to jump in the water. It's cold but good on a summer day. Until you suddenly get pulled under by a big wave- you have water in your eyes and ears, even more in your nose and the saltiness really upsets your sinuses.. so the rest of the day is spent sneezing sporadically as your nasal passages try to get rid of the seawater~
someone commenting on the ambient temperate (to preempt adjusting it, or just to complain) all like “it’s not just me, right?” with a tone like they’re already sure it’s not. But it is.
Thinking abt a post I saw the other day abt the differences btwn a rising and falling fever-
I don’t get high fevers, and I don’t feel any difference when it’s rising/falling. I can only tell I have a fever once I start shivering bc I always feel like I’m freezing (but also get too hot easily). It doesn’t make me feel particularly bad, it just maybe makes me tired? I’m tired all the time anyways, so sometimes I don’t even notice the extra fatigue when I’m sick.
I like making fevers more dramatic in my fics than they are irl, but I also love a character who doesn’t realize they’re sick at first. They brush off the fatigue and the congestion, they don’t notice the rising fever or the soreness in their throat. They don’t realize when they’re getting sick, they only realize once they are sick and notice everything at once
hearing loud, cold-stricken sneezes ripping through the room next door, one after the other, then taking a cheeky peek inside after they left a few minutes later — and just seeing an absolute carnage of ripped, wet tissues littering the top of their bed 👀 as well as a half-open bottle of Nyquil from how bad those sneezes definitely sounded on their throat…
bonus points if you just stand in the doorway lookin like “🥺” when your partner comes back and they come to realization just how visible their cold is, even when you’re not witnessing first-hand. Like their spacial awareness returns and they’re left maybe a little embarrassed~
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a warm bowl of soup making the sickie's nose run. they have to excuse themselves over and over again. their cheeks are flushed and their voice sounds hoarse, congested. they blow their nose and cough tiredly into a tissue
"i'b really s-sorry.. snddf— i'b such a m'bess right dow.. snff— it's just.."
