25 🦇 she/they 👻 pfp & background are from old ps3 game Folkore 🎃 i reblog my favorite fart stuff 💀 if i accidentally reblogged your fandom art to this blog.. I AM SO SORRY IM GONNA DELETE IT AS SOON AS I REALIZE 🧟♀️
I stand by the fact that the best position to see someone ripping ass in is lying down on there stomach. That way you can easily nuzzle your face into their swampy cheeks, right as they erupt with a rancid bubbler,,,
Boys who fart. Boys who toot. Boys who rip ass. Boys who lift one of their plump cheeks off of their seat and fire off a reverberating bassy note. Boys who bend over and jut out their fat ass before firing off an explosive bubbly ripper. Boys who dare their other guys friends to pull their finger before erupting like a human whoopee cushion. Boys who cropdust public spaces without even an ounce of shame, smirking smugly when they hear people begin to cough and complain. Boys who sit their hefty caboose on their friend’s chest, jokingly teasing about how they can’t hold it any longer as said friends tries to shove them off and yells at them to get up between laughs. Boys who FART.
Fart fetish folks, I found a video on what to eat in order to fartmaxx and get gaspilled or whatever. Thought I'd share to help anyone who may want the info:
hey guys! i never expected to make a post like this, but life has been really all over the place, and i decided that this would be a way to get things on track.
long story short, i've created a ko-fi in order to start accepting tips!
i never thought i would sell content, ever. i have a lot of friends who do it, and i love it for them, but it never was something i saw for myself. but, life happens sometimes, and being out of work again for the third time in a year is not something i saw coming. while i try and get myself back on track, i decided to set up this ko-fi just in the off chance that people would be willing to support me as i navigate this weird time in my life.
in all honesty, i have no idea what i'm doing, HAHAHA. right now i will be putting my tip link on my posts, in my bio, and my intro post. i also am thinking about opening up the option for custom content, and more nsfw videos / photos for pay. i'm learning though, and i hope you'll be patient with me as i navigate this journey.
i want to finish off by saying, please don't feel obligated to give me anything. life is hard and money gets tight. don't feel like you have to pay me unless its something you want for yourself. just know that if you do donate anything, i'll be eternally indebted to you HAHAHA no i am so so grateful for you guys no matter what, and this is just an option if people feel the want to give. either way, my blog will stay the same, you'll be getting your posts and compilations and occasional video!
anyways, if you've read this far, thank you. i'm forever grateful for all the support i get on here and i adore you all so much. ❤️.
are you still into genshin? I always come back for your kavetham eprocto post. its genuinely one of my faves. if you have any more genshin eprocto thoughts I would love to read them !!!
Yes, I am!
Thanks for your kind words, I'm glad to know you liked it as much as I liked it.
And yeah, I have more thoughts, I'm just lazy writing...
“Dignity? You’ve got to be mad. Your silent ones are the worst — creeping in like shadows, hitting your nose with the subtlety of a toxic snake.”
Jon smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “Yeah, they're true assassins, aren't they? You never hear ‘em coming, but once they’re there… they leave a mark.”
As they settled into a quieter moment, Ygritte’s nose twitched. Her eyes narrowed, suspicious. The air shifted imperceptibly, thickening with an invisible menace that smelled of rotten eggs, old cheese and fish stew that had been left in the sun for days. A penetrating and sickly odor. With even more silence, Ygritte could hear something coming from the direction of Jon's backside, like a deadly whisper.
ssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The stench was a cruel, devastating and creeping fog: a sour, sulfurous and obnoxious wave that wrapped around their senses like a slow poison. The scent seeped deep into Ygritte’s lungs, twisting her face in reluctant disgust. She shot Jon a glare that could freeze rivers and noticed that the silent gas was still coming out of him, like an endless smoke of stink.
sssssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh
“Gods… That stench could kill a dragon in flight. You didn’t even flinch. You planned it. While we were talking about dignity!”, said the redhead.
He shrugged with a cynical and really proud smile. “Silent... but deadly. Told you they were legendary. It's real male gas, Ygritte!”
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GASSY JON SNOW: CHAPTER TWO — literature by ElioStory on DeviantArt. Published: 2025-12-09 · Likes: 17 · Views: 6033 · Comments: 3
I don’t think anything can beat the wry satisfied smugness of someone knowing that you’re addicted to their gas and taking full advantage of it.
Waking you up with morning wind just right up against your body.
Loading up on trigger foods and just Gloating about it.
Lounging on the couch and laughing as their belly roils and gurgles.
Beckoning with an effortless wave of the hand to summon you, gripping you by the base of your hair and pressing your face down into their crotch. Giggling as each rancid fart echoes out onto you. They stroke your hair and coo as you choke it down.
You give them a bath, delicately attending to their body while they unload streams of fetid bubbles, not a care in the world.
Winding down for the evening, just prolonged eye contact, eyes rolling back and mouth dangling open while they push out the gnarliest rip of the day.
… or you know, something like that! Anyway, me and who? 😩
You know what's funny? I don't watch Mukbang content, but I'd be full-face lying if I told you that my mind hasn't done it's conjuring.
Lying in a Q&A video to her fans that she won't hire an editor because she 'enjoys the process' and not because she'd rather die than have someone else slave away combing through hours of footage to cut her various gaseous expulsions that ring out during a recording session.
Sheepishly checking up the package tracking of several sound absorbing panels for her walls after her Wendy's family-sized chili bucket and baconators story time session had her relentlessly barking out of both ends so much, it caused her apartment neighbors to ask if she could quiet her dogs down(She doesn't have pets).
Investing in some thick rugs under her table and chair so she when she's straight-facing a long, quiet rumbler it won't visibly ripple whatever drink she has in a glass.
Investing in a large standing desk to eat off of so she can raise it just enough between cuts to subtly unbutton or loosen her pants mid-recording, and getting a stream deck so she can mute mics if and when she's got big ones she needs to rip/can't hold back.
Forgetting to prerecord an ad read and having to do it mid recording, wiping the ring of Buldak ramen broth off her lips and having to retry takes because she keeps cutting herself off with long gurgly belches or cheek trembling toots. She manages to wield it back and get a good take in, hitting the clip button just in time before she winces and ripples a long, bubbly one up the back of her seat.
Shaking hands after signing a long term sponsor deal, internally dancing off the walls when she sees that the big wigs use the elevator closest to them and not the one she took... squeezing in a review of local café an hour before on an anxious tummy did her no favors farting up the small metal space. At least she got, well, most of it out before she hit the meeting room floor.
Keeping the center console of her car stocked with sprays and air fresheners for her car reviews, she forgot to do so last time and reviewing the new Dave's Hot Chicken Hot Mozz left her visibly fogging up her windows with her gas before having to roll them down and drive home in her smog.
Bonus if they're into it, and makes compilations of their gas for an audience behind a paywall.
While I’m grateful for the new Tomodachi Life game giving me a way to make my favorite OCs fart, it’s a shame that it's limited to “proud farters.” To fully utilize the potential of customization options, we should give the action of farting its own set of quirks.
Just among my current OCs, aside from “Proud farter,” I can imagine there being:
Gasbag: Farts way more often than other Miis. The real question is “When aren’t they farting?” [This can be combined with other quirks]
Embarrassed farter: They’re embarrassed even when farting in an empty room. The shame is even greater in public.
Cute farter: Their farts are short, sweet, and trumpet-like. How can you be mad at that blushing face?
Thunder farter: Their farts will make Miis wonder if a storm is on the way. Standing too close is a hazard for your ears as well as your nose.
Lactose intolerant: Will only fart after eating dairy-based foods. [This can be combined with other quirks]
Annoyed farter: Just because this Mii has to fart doesn't mean that they’ll like it. Will look visibly annoyed at whatever’s coming out of them.
Sloppy farter: The sound effects for this Mii’s farts will make you want to give them a new pair of pants… [This can be combined with some, but not all, other quirks]
Among friends: The best sign of true friendship! This Mii will fart more among the people they’re close to. They will react positively if another Mii farts in kind.
Silent… : No sound louder than a hiss will come from this Mii’s behind.
… butt deadly: This Mii’s farts should come with a warning label. MIi’s within a certain radius will react with disgust. [This can be combined with other quirks]
I’m gonna be real with y’all no freak shit or anything I genuinely think I’m losing my spark for this blog. Not even just my blog my Twitter along with discord.
Look I’ve had this blog for awhile. I’ve loved making these stories finding rare gems of rikishi or just fatu anoai booty in general but I feel a need for change Don’t get me wrong I still love big ol butts and freaky shit in general but it’s subsided a lot for stuff in my personal life. Honestly I loved being apart of this community of freaks but I feel a need to move on and change.
I feel like it’ll be better for my mental health to leave all this behind also. I need my mental health kinda sharp right now for personal reasons. Especially since I’m never able to horny talk at all and feels soooooo fucking exhausting to get those dms.
Don’t worry guys I won’t delete all of my things right away so y’all can still look at my stuff through my socials for now. However this will be a goodbye👋🏾. Don’t be sad! Theyre might be someone to fill my place so don’t worry!
❗️❗️This post contains: Eating to induce gas (mild inflation), bloating, farting on things. fart intox
If you're not into it, feel free to block me or the # that's upset you. Take care of yourselves 💜
Your FC being sooooo fart obsessed that they literally do anything so they can huff it. They start their morning by shoving a rag/cloth between their cheeks, till it's snuggly against their hole, then pull up their underwear. Everytime they feel the urge to fart they bend their knees and gladly push one out, knowing they're stinking up their fart rag good, saturating it in their hot stench for them to enjoy later.
Cutting through the sizzle of cooking breakfast, FC keeps straining to push out the rest of their bubbly morning gas. It had been sitting in their gut all night, it stunk of cabbage. FC can hardly focus on their cooking as they feel their hole flutter open and weakly puff out another fart into the rag. They rub their deflated gut knowing this won't do!
Forcing down a hearty plate of eggs, beans and a protein shake, they feel their stomach roar to life again, inflating by the second, they can't help but place a hand on their expanding midriff. They already know the havoc they're about to rip and their crotch throbs with the thought of it!
They had the day off, which meant lounging around, eating, watching TV and edging to their own farts allllll day!
Tentatively getting up from the dinning table, their gut already straining against their waistband, they shuffle carefully to the sofa. Without meaning to the odd hiss of gas escapes them, only hinting of what's to come, before flopping down on the sofa. FC spreads their legs to accommodate their brewing gut and as soon as they do, their asshole roars to life with a blaringly loud and stinky bubble. Even with the rag between their cheeks, FC catches a whiff and eagerly begins sniffing, fanning a hand between their legs to get as much possible to their nose. Their crotch was practically dripping and throbbing with anticipation, desperately wanting to take the rag out now- but no... they must wait.
FC digs their hands into their bloated gut, they can't enjoy their fart rag until all this bloating is gone. But the more they push the more they realise their gut has other plans... the next one won't come.
Annoyed, FC reluctantly gives up pushing and decides to pop the TV on, keeping the volume low so they can hear the ominous gurgles and blobbing as their gut works overtime. Not even ten minutes pass till a familiar pressure decends down their colon, pressing hot and urgent to their hole. Eagerly, FC pauses the TV to hear this brewing fart better, pulling their legs to their chest, fingers carefully pulling their cheeks apart till their hole flares. A violently loud fart blows out of them, airy and sharp but pungently hot and stinking of the eggs they just ate. FC breathes a sigh of relief, moaning a little as their asshole continues to hiss endlessly into the rag. Their stomach deflating to half the size in one single fart. The room stunk like skunk spray, FC could swear a green cloud hung heavy around the room, the thought had their hand drifting between their legs for a moment, brushing over their eager sex, before dropping to cup the bulge of the rag between their cheeks. It was hot to the touch, and FC knew they'd never want to wash this thing, it was already heavy with their putrid stink, but FC knew there was more.
Their stomach let out another ominous gurgle, feeling the gas ripple through them, sinking lower and lower. FC kept their hands on the rag this time, pressing it right against their asshole, knowing this was going to be the big one!
Taking a deep breath in, they bore down with all their might, till their hole spluttered open again, blowing a burning stream of powerful bubbles that vibrated against FC's hand till they were sure it was so saturated with their own funk no amount of soap could wash it off. But it didnt stop, every time FC thought the gas was finished, they'd moan and gasp for breath and feel more slip out, they didn’t even need to push anymore as it rumbled against their hand with ease. Their eyes went wide, eagerly watching their stomach return to its regular flat state. And just as the final pathetic bubbling fart ripped out of them, they dove into their underwear, pulling the rag eagerly to their nose and inhaled deeply.
Loudly huffing and groaning into the steaming rag, feeling their nose hairs be singed with the powerful odor. Their mind goes blank as all they can think about is farts, farts, farts! In the hazy bliss of sniffing every inch of the rag, they hadn't even noticed their body convulse as they finish, soaking their underwear in more than just ass sweat.
They dip in and out of their drunken high, mind going heavy and blank before coming to again- rag still pressed into their face, still desperately huffing. Their asshole still hissed a lazy stream of airy farts...and it was looking like it was time to make lunch!
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