Farters Anonymous Dot Com

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!

Yes, I am!

Thanks for your kind words, I'm glad to know you liked it as much as I liked it.

“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!”

Do you want to read the rest? Read it here:

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.

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.

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.

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.

❗️❗️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!

These farts happen with seemingly no rhyme or reason. Regardless of whether they're idle, doing an idle animation, performing an attack, or in an important cutscene, they can fart at any time and send their low-poly cape fluttering out. Their gas is made worse by the fact that eating at taverns replaces sleeping at inns in this game, and the food they serve is the greasiest, grungiest, gassiest stuff you could find in a fantasy setting.

The NPCs in the game barely if ever acknowledge the deluge of farts. They never comment on it or react to it, even when the protagonist is nonchalantly cutting off their dialogue with a meaty ripper. If anything, they're kinda making it worse by giving out free consumable items and running the taverns that enable the protagonist to both heal and fuel up.

The more the main hero farts, the more noticeable this... peculiar smell coming from the speakers gets. It reeks of rotten veggies, meat, eggs... the stink varies, but usually varies according to what consumable item or tavern food they last ate. Sometimes it can get especially pungent, especially indoors and/or when the camera is close up.

The player isn't alone in noticing, either. The NPCs can also smell the protagonist's farts, they just don't have lines of dialogue to express their disgust or an animation of them covering their nose. If you look closely, you might notice their low-resolution expressions start to look sicker and more irritated the longer the hero is left to idle near them and fart randomly.

Worst(?) of all, the protagonist themself knows too. They're actually more likely to fart if they're close to the camera or an NPC, and if the player ever gets up and leaves the room for whatever reason (i.e getting a snack, opening a window), the unattended hero is liable to sieze the moment by sidling closer to an NPC and letting it rip, or proudly lifting a leg when they're not supposed to have an animation for that. If the camera's already close, they might even run up to it, practically jam their ass against the screen, and rip such loud, proud, and bubbly ass that the player can hear it clearly from another room... only for them to run back and find their character innocently in the middle of a fidget animation, as if they didn't just make the living room smell twice as bad as it did before. They refuse to do it again if the player tries to reproduce the event.

I want you to fantasize about me sitting on your Yes you, you specifically reading this. Fantasize. Daydream. Crave it.

Think about me sitting on your face. No pants. No boxers. Just my bare skin, ass and balls resting on you. Strong thighs to either side of your head. Pushing down on you. Squishing you. Smothering you. Imagine barely being able to breath as your nose is smushed into my warm and hairy asscheeks. The weight of my body as I use you as my chair. As my throne. As something lesser than me.

Really think about it girl. About the act of submission, service and humiliation. About the weight. The musky smell. The warmth. You want it don’t you girlie? Be honest. You want me to sit on you like my little chair. Use you as my throne. Press your nose against my asshole. Make you lay there for hours as I unwind with my heavy balls, ass and cock pressed onto you. My ass and body hairs sticking to you as I laugh sadistically. Putting you in place. Making you reek. Making you lesser.