#gassy edition

[succubratty]

I just made this 😳

I'm kinda 2 days late to this, but if you find inspiration as an artist to do some of these prompts I'll be very happy. ✨

[untamedsinning]

advanced flirting, or something

[watcher201109]

I sometimes find images and just edit Snapchat captions to them.

In case you can't read the caption: "Pov: You ate at Ricky’s Diner for the first time in years since you were little, and realized why you never went as an adult. “Our Chili is underrated, and goes great with our brisket sandwich,” they said… For the first time in my life, I’ve clogged two toilets in one day(guess which ones lol), one of the fastest dishes I’ve had go through me like that. The third stall is safe, but this whole bathroom is rank, and the worst part is I’m not even completely empty either… I’ve been farting, non-stop, for the last 10 minutes of what I can easily say is the worst gas I’ve ever had. I still feel bloated, but  I’m gonna dip now before someone catches me in here, I’ll deal with farting up my car. But yeah, avoid Ricky’s."

[iknowtodd2]

Big Ol Fart

there's a big ol fart in my butt that

wants to get out

but I'm too tough for it,

I say,

stay in there,

I've got to let everybody smell you later.

there's a big ol fart in my butt that

wants to get out

So I stuff broccoli in my mouth and nosh

on cheese

and the whores and the bartenders

and the grocery clerks

always know that it's my fart.

there's a big ol fart in my butt that

wants to get out

but I'm too tough for him,

I say,

stay down,

do you want me to shit my pants?

you want to screw up my pants?

you want to blow out my ass with no one to smell you?

there's a big ol fart in my butt that

wants to get out

but I'm too clever,

I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep.

I say, wake up you fucks and smell it,

so don't be sad.

then I eat more broccoli,

Til it's singing a little

in there,

I haven't quite let it go

and we sleep together like

that with our secret bomb pact

and it's rancid enough to

make a man weep,

but I don'tweep,

do you?

[crunchy-soup222]

Can someone smack me so I write something?

[buttsmasher]

Gage (Edited)

Been trying to go through my old stories and slowly re-upload them after I give them a review. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Tags/Warnings: Fag bashing, face farting, willing victim turned to unwilling, asphyxiation by farts, fart torture

Gage is a grade A prick. You pretty much learned that the moment he moved into the house. Your other roommate literally moved out because he couldn’t stand him. The only reason you’ve stayed is because the rent is cheap and the landlord isn’t complete trash. The other reason is that you have a sort of hate crush on Gage.

You understand he’s a prick and he seems like a bit of a fag basher, but dude has a rockin bod. And he has no sense of other people’s personal boundaries. One time when you had friends over, he walked out of his room completely naked to get a beer out of the fridge. Which you didn’t mind too much because you got front row seats to watch his ass jiggle. Your lesbian friends were mortified of course. Especially when he started to shake his hips to make his dick flop around. After that, you’ve all decided to do movie night at their house now to avoid any more incidents.

The other thing about Gage is that he’s a literal gas bomb. The dude is constantly gassy and it may make your dick strain against your shorts when you’re both watching TV and he lifts a leg to let out a massive fart. And look, if you’re secretly there taking quiet inhales of his stinky gas then no one needs to know.

It all comes to a head today though. You keep a journal, and you may or may not have written all your dirty fantasies about Gage in them. Looking back at it, probably not the best idea, but too late to change that now. 

You’re in the kitchen making scrambled eggs when Gage comes into the kitchen. “Good morning.” You mumble to him, not fully expecting an answer. He opens the fridge and pours himself a glass of OJ as he plays on his phone. He laughs at something before walking towards the kitchen table. 

“Hey fart slut, what’s for breakfast?” You freeze. Did he really just say that? He snaps his fingers a couple of times. “Yo, fag, I’m talking to you.” You slowly turn to look at him.

“Uhm, Scr-scrambled eggs?” You don’t know why it came out as a question. 

“Cool, I want cheese on mine.” He doesn’t even look at you as he plays on his phone.

“Oh, uhhh, I didn’t make enough for the both of us.” You look at the pan and push it around. 

“It’s fine, just give me yours.” 

“What?” He locks eyes with you.

“Let me put it another way. Give me your breakfast and I don’t post your dirty fart fantasies online.” You try to stay calm but you’re freaking out. You turn back around fully and focus on finishing the eggs, throwing cheddar cheese on top right before you finish. Your hands are shaking as you plate the food and bring it over to Gage.

“Anything else?” You say nervously placing the food and a fork down in front of him.

“Tabasco.” He doesn’t look up from his phone, you just do as he says. “Sit.” He says as you go to make yourself more scrambled eggs. “I gotta say, you’re pretty nasty. I mean, to like that shit, you gotta have some serious problems.”

“Fuck off.”

“I mean, to want to get on your knees to sniff someone’s dirty ass. That’s some dog level shit.” You watch as he stuffs his mouth with eggs. “Tell me, how are you any better than a dog?”

“You’re an ass.” Your chair groans against the floor as you get up. 

“Sit back down.” Gage says firmly.

“No, fuck you. I don’t have to take this.”

PFFFFFBBRRRFFFFFF

You freeze as Gage rips a five second fart. The smell hits you from where you’re standing. You can hear Gage laughing from behind you and you can’t help the shame that wafts over you. “You’re pathetic. You get one whiff of my ass funk and you can’t walk away.” You take a deep breath and calmly begin to walk to your room. “I have more where that came from, you know?” You squeeze your eyes shut, wanting to ignore him. 

PFFFFFF

A high pitched fart hisses from his ass. “See? And they can be up your nose if you ask me nicely.” You’re not even looking at him and you can just see his cocky grin.

“What do you want?” You ask, knowing you’ve already lost.

“Heh, knew it.” You hear his chair scrape against the floor as he gets up. “You just need to beg.” He puts his hands on your shoulders. “Beg your daddy to fart up your nose.” He whispers in your ear.

“You’re an ass.”

“I know.” He turns you around and pushes you down onto your knees. “Beg doggy.” You lock eyes again, completely humiliated on the ground.

“Please, Gage, fart up my nose.” You say without enthusiasm. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

“Fuck, that was a big one you just missed out on. Beg.” You sigh.

“Please daddy, please make me your fart slut.” He laughs.

“Better.” He turns around giving you the view of his brief clad ass. “Get your face in it.” You do as he says, getting a whiff of the lingering scent of the last fart. “Just remember you wanted this.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFF

Airy farts warm your face as your nose gets overwhelmed by the absolutely toxic smell. It’s not like anything you thought it’d be like. “Wait.” You manage to cough out. “Wait stop.” You go to pull away but he holds you firmly in place.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He hikes his leg up slightly.

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBRBRBFFFFFTTTTTT

“Oof, that one’s gonna be bad.” He wasn’t wrong. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you're forced to endure that blast of a ten second fart. It’s absolutely eggy, and your eyes are watering. “Definitely wouldn’t want to be down there. But you’re liking this right fag?” You frantically shake your head no, wanting to pull away. “Aww, I knew you’d love my ass. Here, I’ll blow you a kiss.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFF

Another disgusting fart burns it’s way up your nose and down to your lungs. Your face is extremely warm and you can’t think straight. You strain to pull away from the toxic fumes constantly barraging your face but Gage’s hold is too strong.

PFFFFBRBRBRFFFFFFTTT

“Look, I know my brew is strong, but you’re the one who wanted this. And you begged oh so nicely for daddy to fart in your face. Who am I to get in your way of your dream?”

PFFFF PFF PFFFFFF PFFFFF

“It’s okay, I won’t judge you. Well maybe a little. Only cause you’re a fucked up a fag.” 

PFFBBRRRFFFTTT

It’s getting really hard to breathe down here. The only air you’re getting is Gage’s eggy farts. You’ve begun to uncontrollable cough and gag against his dirty briefs. 

“Man, imagine if I didn’t have these undies on. There’s no way you would survive that.” He laughs as he pulls his tight black briefs under his naked ass.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF

“Jesus, what did you put in those eggs? I bet you put in some extra fiber didn’t you?” 

“I know I’m a gassy guy, but damn, this is way worse than normal.” 

PFFFFFFFFBBBRRRRRRBRRRRR

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT

Everything is spinning around you and you’re having a hard time staying conscious. 

“Is it everything you hoped for faggot?” 

PFFFFF PFFFFFFFF PFFFFTTT PFFFFF

You feel yourself slump further into his musky ass, no longer able to keep yourself upright. You can hear Gage laughing as everything fades to black. A final fart hits your nose as you finally lose consciousness. “Night night fag.” Gage lets your body hit the floor before leaving you there.

When you awake again, you’re still on the kitchen floor. The smell of Gage’s ass still lingering on you.

[sulfursmells]

S is for Smelly

“I won? I WON!!! OMG” That was me about 7 hours ago. I received an email saying that I won the sweepstakes to spend a recording session with one of my fav idols S.Coups from seventeen. I’ve dreamed of having a chance to talk and admire him up close. He’s charming voice, well chiseled face and abs. Not to mention his big, soft melon sized ass. I always wanted to get a closer look and this is that chance. Let’s skip a little to when I arrived at the studio. I was basically shaking with excitement and anxiety about finally meeting my idol.

After walking in I met his manager who asked me to sign an NDA. Which I didn’t question sing any music and conversation should stay within the room though I did see a strange word in there that I didn’t really think about. “Did that say gas?” I asked myself after signing my name and walking towards the studio. I look through the doors window to see S.Coup sitting in a chair wearing a white shirt and tight white pants, glistening with sweat as if he just stepped off the stage. I hastily open the door and walk in introducing myself. “Hi I’m ..” he quickly interrupts me and says, “come here and let’s get started.” I start walking towards him , when I turn my attention to the door that I just walked through lock behind me. In an instant his calm, constructed idol personal fell revealing something I wasn’t expecting.

“Get down here right now” is all I hear before my world goes dark. I feel the embrace of his Jean covered ass envelope my entire face not leaving any space for anything but air. His ass carrying the scent of musk and sweat dripping onto my face as if he just finished a workout, which he might have by the smell of it. “I get complaints from the staff about my musk and gas. They say I leave the room almost uninhabitable after an editing session” he says as he starts to grind my face deeper into the seat. “So until I’m done you’re going to be my little seat protector, isn’t that exciting” he says as he starts to giggle.

Is this why I was brought here? To be nothing mod than the seat of my favorite idol? This is …….. hot. What kind of fan would I be if I didn’t help my fav keep up his reputation. With that decision made S.Coups raises his butt up a bit letting me see again as he removes his pants then boxers. His fat vulumptous cheeks pouring out of his tight boxers, as sweat drips onto my face. “Ahhhhhh I have to sir it out you know?”he says. I can’t see his face but I know he has a smirk on while saying all of this.Staring up and taking in the scenery, as his melon sized cheeks start to make their descent. “Be a good fan and try not to make too much noise, I still have some work to do. Thanks in advance” was the last words I heard. His ass easily enclosed my entire head only the heavy smell of musk that could rival 4 bony builders after a workout was left.

Then I heard it the gurgle of his stomach as he leans a bit to the left. A torrent of hot gas as bad as a dumpster fire hit me in the face going straight up my noose. I start to gag and cough, flailing about underneath S.Coups. “Can you quiet down, this is a job only my number one fan can do. If you do it well I’ll give you a little present at the end” he says. A present I wonder what it could be, “Do you understand?” S.Coups asks. I respond with a muffled yes and steel myself for what comes next.

“Fair warning, I get pretty gassy after practice so prepare yourself” then he sits full weight on my face. Then came the constant blasts, each one ranging from long silent hissing to loud bassy trumpets, actually it could rival a trumpet with how loud it was. Each one so hot adding my own sweat on top of the sweat the would drip off his cheek. After about a two hours he finally got up, giving me the first sight of light and fresh air in a while. When I got up I coughed and took a deep breath thinking I survived just to breathe in the scent that was dense in the room. “Damn I hoped that you would sniff them all up, I’m going to get in trouble again. Guess you have to be punished for not doing your job!” With that S.Coups pushes my body against the door pinning my face between the door and his ass. “ I would say I’m sorry but I’d be lying, say goodnight!!” I heard a grunt and then a fart that lasted way longer than any of his previous blasts fogging up the window on the door, rivaling the smell of a skunk and a garbage truck combined. Everything goes black.

I wake up and check around the room, S.Coup is nowhere to be found but his smell still stains the room even with the door open. I check my watch and four hours since my experience with him. I go walk towards my bag and find a sign cd from him and was elated that at least I got something from this experience, though I fire I didn’t entirely hate it. I rush home to play the cd, avoiding streets with a lot of people since the stench of his ass and gas was scorched onto my clothes. I rush into my room and pop the cd into my laptop and hear S.Coup start talking, “thank you to my number one fan for a fun experience” I start to blush thinking that the entire experience was worth it. Then I hear one of his notorious blasts come through the speaker of my laptop and my coughing in the background. “HE RECORDED THE WHOLE THING”, I sit back in embarrassment and then catch a whiff of my hoodie which he imprinted his scent onto. I start to sniff the hoodie and listen to his blast at the same time reliving my wonderfully smelly S.Coup Experience.

[fatfoxfan]

I never understood why the weight gain/ slob community is not more obsessed with femboys.

We are submissive failed men that sacrefice so much for the perfect feminine figure. We risk friendships, ridecule and have to be so dedicated to properly look the part.

But then you can come in. An extra snack here a nudge to finish my plate there. That was all fine.

Then you start getting me fast food, and finally you can see my body starting to expand the dresses get tighter and the crop tops get you a nice look at what you want.

The process edited food also makes me more gassy nothing much a burp or two after you basically forced me to stuff myself with fries and burgers. Enough to get me embarrassed though, even under my blush you can see my cheeks reddening and you tell me some nonsense about how burps are feminine in some places.

More time passes I get worse but you keep telling me it's fine. Most of what I eat now is fast food now and the crop tops are all that really fit me anymore. But even so they let my gut hang out free and my moobs stretch the unwashed food stained black fabric to the point where it is see through. You grin proudly at your work as this ever less feminine boy belches while pigging out in a Mexican restaurant. The gluttony you have instilled in me combined with the onslaught of gassy foods has its price.

A nasty bubbly fart escapes my massive behind. The skirt that already barely covered half of my ass flies upwards, revealing it in its massive glory to all the onlookers. I whimper, truly disgusted and ashamed of what I am turning into but, however my eyes dart on the few half eaten burritos on my huge plate, and I desperately cramm them into me as we are kicked out.

That is why we femboys should be slobs, you see our manners and figures that used to be our core identity. And then take all of that away from us so we have no choice but to be the fat wanna be feminine pigs that we always should have been

[ipostwhatiwant1202]

More Boyfriend Headcanons: Mikey Edition

• "mikey! you're squishing me!" "you're so comfy." "i can't breathe." "cause you're in looove!"

• will just be in your apartment when you get home eating your snacks

• cleans up after himself for you

• usually will make dinner for you on nights you get home late

• tries (keyword:tries) to be respectful of your space

• wants to constantly be touching you in some way, he doesn't care how (do with that what you will)

• karaoke nights to cheer you up

• inside jokes are definitely a thing

• not talking to him? okay, have fun trying to find the chocolate stash you had hidden that he sniffed out that vanished all of a sudden

• keep him away from alcohol for world peace

• he's mad? he calls you by your name

• you say michaelangelo or 'angelo' and he shuts right up cause uh oh he's in for it now

• known to nuzzle his face in your hair cause it smells nice

• hygiene is okay, could be better, he just forgets to bathe sometimes cause adhd

• "why is there blood? ARE YOU DYING!? oh...OH! aw baby! go shower, i got this."

• "how can you use that razor and not cut your face? are you a jedi?"

• "angeeeel! i am in desperate need of love!"

• "babe, raph's being mean to me again!"

• gossip with him, just do it. girl's girl 100%

• can't lie to save his life so he's always honest

• ultimate hypeman, he always makes sure you feel like the only girl/boy/person in the world

• will dance with you to any kind of music or no music

• boops your nose cause he thinks it's cute

• face squisher

• type to kiss all over your face to wake you

• loves to carry you around everywhere

• meme lord. do with that what you will

• snores and kicks in his sleep (good luck)

• makes sure you always have the best seat when you come for movie night

• loves laying his head on your lap/chest

• pick up lines constantly, even through text

• forgets a lot of things but somehow remembers things you told him months ago

• invites you to game with him but wants to do your favorite things too

• will share his food with you and gives you more

• always asks your opinion on everything

• emotionally very intelligent and knows limits

• do a fashion show for him, just do it

• he's gassy so keep in mind what you want to feed him

• no problem getting you pads/tampons if you have periods

• no problem helping you tuck/bind if you're transitioning

• arguments are extremely rare but if he's overstimulated, he gets very loud and upset. he can't help it but he always apologizes and tries to work on it

• plays with the hem of your shirt a lot if you sit on his lap

• he said 'i love you' first and fell first

[diazsdimples]

Ranch AU Alfieverse pleaseeeeee

Sunny you did not specify a number of sentences so I'm gonna give you 9.

👨‍🍼 - Ranch AU (Alfieverse Edition)

“You sure it was okay we didn’t stay over last night?” he asks nervously. It was the 118’s first Christmas a whole, cramming everyone into Bobby and Athena’s 5 bedroomed ranch house, and Buck had had a bad case of FOMO from the minute they’d taken Alfie home around 6pm the night before. Bobby chuckles as he leans over to sprinkle a bit more cocoa powder into the mixture. “Considering the barrage of texts I received at 3am asking how to tell if a baby is colicky or just gassy, I’m gonna say it was probably a good thing you weren’t here.” Buck winces apologetically but Bobby waves him off, continuing. “Anyways, Jee had us all up at 5:30, screaming that Santa came, so I’m not sure it would have made much of a difference.” “Something we have to look forward to in 5 years,” Tommy quips. The picture of 5-year-old Alfie, decked out in the festive jammies Buck will likely insist on him wearing, screaming around the house in excitement for the holiday helps sooth the dull ache in Buck’s chest. His niece had eventually forgiven them for leaving early, but only after she’d been handed her baby cousin for “all the cuddles I missed out on.”

Tagging @actuallyitsellie @hippolotamus @theotherbuckley and @tommybuckleykinard who were interesting in this fic! (and @slightlyobsessedwitheverything who loves Alfie as much as the rest of us)

Make me write!

[resting-distressed-face]

BoB Server Out of Context Part 4: What Have We Created? Edition

Taglist (aka my content source): @saintmalosunsets @1waveshortofashipwreck @dontirrigateme @executethyself35 @bossboudicca @a-gassy-antelope @captaincherrie @mstiemountainhop @teabights @executethyself35 @sleepy-hyperfixations @ithinkabouttzu @theweirdgoodbyes @magnoliasforyourmedic @ncr-psyop

[ellaeats]

Will you maybe be doing more gassy stuff? 😁

Yes! I’m making a compilation video! Since it’s hard to get a whole video! Every time I have to fart I just film it 🥴 I’ll just end up editing them all together and posting

[bossboudicca]

winnix edit for @a-gassy-antelope ~

talk to me // cavetown

(send me edit requests/suggestions? lately i've been in need of things to keep me preoccupied)

[rootytootypie]

Super curious about Batman- 😳💨🫘❤️(ships could be with anyone or people he's close to working with-ex: Superman)

💨: Bruce isn’t a gassy guy, by all means. Probably a 3/10. He only gets gas at charity galas and if truly forced to eat on the run; otherwise, his diet is extremely refined. But what he lacks in quantity, he more than makes up for in quality. If he fully lets it out, it’s loud as hell and smells like death. He can make them silent, but the stink almost gets stronger. He definitely resorts to any and all means of muffling the sound and smell, and generally takes it to the bathroom, spreads his cheeks, and muffles it with toilet paper. He totally has charcoal lined underwear, regularly takes mints for more than just breath problems, and even has a soundproof room in his mansion for total privacy.

🫘: Hoo boy…do NOT let this man around fattening foods. Other than beef and poultry, Bruce’s stomach is unprepared. Anything rich, filling, creamy, sugary, or generally having empty calories is gonna cause some rumbles. Salad dressing other than vinaigrette gets to this man. And fast food? The other reason other than poison gas the Batmobile has a high-tech automated air filter. It’s also programmed to filter human gas, something other Justice League members are thankful for for their own reasons.

😳: 12/10 on the embarrassment scale. He’s mortified if he farts in front of Alfred, much less anyone else. He has to emotionally decompress after every time he’s forced to let a silent one go, even though he almost always gets away with it.

His most embarrassing moment? Hands down, it was during an at-home interview with Vicki Vale. He had given her a tour of Wayne Manor (at least the parts on the dummy schematics used to ward off nonexistent suspicion). He made jokes. Charmed her and the photographer she brought along. Told a funny story or two about his antics in Europe (that he had invented after rereading The Sun Also Rises). Then it happened (in slo-mo, as Bruce remembers it): she dropped her pen. He went to pick it up. *BWWWWAAARRRRRRTTT!* And his rear decided to play the salvo of last night’s charity dinner - particularly the stuffed mushrooms.

He jerked back into a rigid stance, cleared his throat, and said, “Excuse me.” This took a gargantuan amount of effort, as the last time he’d undeniably passed gas in public had been in his nursery years at a Montessori school, and as soon as eyes went toward him, he’d run out of the room in tears, which he vaguely felt the urge to do now.

To her credit, noticing Bruce’s tomato red face, Vicki said, “We’ll leave that off the record” and changed the subject to the first edition Dickens novels in the study.

❤️: Bruce never intends to let anyone get too close. He never plans to let his guard down. Flatulence is his definition of too close. Especially when, despite his intentions, he starts romanticizing his boyfriend, then having breakfast in bed with him, and then telling stories about his childhood. Damn it, his emotional walls should be too strong for even Superman to break through, and yet the guy has sprinted through them like they were made of foam bricks.

Why in God’s name did Clark have to find out from Alfred that Bruce’s secret favorite dish is escargot, and then surprise him with it for dinner on his birthday? Did Alfred want him to embarrass himself? Because he was definitely close. Especially after Clark decided to gave him a deep tissue massage as part two of his birthday celebration.

Why were Clark’s hands moving towards his butt? Why wasn’t he yelling out stop, knowing Clark would immediately cease? Why hadn’t he begged off the massage and invented a reason to go on patrol?

All this went through Bruce’s mind as, with his active stomach gurgling and his back yielding to Clark like a pie crust, he relaxed too much and so did his hold on his gas.

*Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt!*

“Good boy,” Clark said. “Now I’m sure you’re relaxed, Bruce.”

“Ha ha,” Bruce said joylessly. “Please forget that.”

“No, I’m serious,” Clark said. “I’m not teasing you. I’m just glad the massage is working. I’m sorry, Bruce. Please don’t be embarrassed.”

“I literally just farted in my boyfriend’s face,” Bruce said. “How can I not be embarrassed?”

“Because I love you, and would never hold something so natural against you,” Clark replied. “Also…”

And then Bruce’s sweet, doe eyed Midwestern boyfriend did something truly shocking.

*BBBBBRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFRRRRT!*

“Excuse me,” Clark said, blushing. “I think the garlic sauce made me a little gassy too. I didn’t mean to let out such a monster. I only wanted to make you feel better about your little slip. Less…alone in your mortification.”

Bruce sat up, turned over, and gave Clark a passionate kiss. “You’re the greatest love I’ve ever known,” Bruce said. “Thank you for being you.”

And that night, Bruce didn’t feel claustrophobic as the two men passed gas throughout the night, but instead an incredible sense of warmth and comfort he’d never imagined.

[local-saturnian]

Oof

Whoops, forgot to upload this..

yeah here’s fan art of a scene on a Solarballs “Planet X returning and beating the 🤬🤯🤯 out of the gassy duo” thing

the comic is by Shinokvilante (shinoko) on discord solarballs server hehehaw

edit: Shinoko left :c

[fizzyginfizz]

Tagged by @sophie-hatter-jenkins - I agree this game serves a purpose: Look! It got me to open my doc! (Also, I kept it open and got some real editing done. Sneaky you ❤️)

My words: never, understand, follow, read

Every one of these is a Ginny quote from upcoming chapters of Quidditch is for Losers.

Never

"Fine, whatever. The sad eyes work a little - but only because you’ve never beaten me at chess, transfigured my socks into salamanders or gifted me a pink broom for Christmas."

Understand

"I don’t claim to understand Flag-Waving Dadaist piglets."

Follow

"Please. If she announced her farts smelled like daisies the rest of the club would charm a bouquet of vases to follow her around in case she felt gassy."

Read

"By the way, Evil Book #2’s existence was revealed by Chaotic Neutral Book #3, which might be the universe’s way of telling me I should stop holding a grudge and read more questionable books."

No pressure tag (and I'm sorry if you've played and I missed the post) - @honeydukesheroine @four2andnew @brightlybound @starlingflight or anyone else who needs an excuse to open their doc.

Your Words: because, normal, right, less