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Hello! Guess who isn’t dead! Haha sorry for not submitting anything in a long while! Life has a way of getting real busy real quick so I’ve hardly had any time to write! Luckily that has cleared up recently and I do have some stuff in the works that I hope to get posted soon! Till then I hope this tides ya over for a little while longer!

But back on topic, here’s a amazing piece I had commissioned! CaraFalsa does amazing work
and (assuming your not already familiar with their sublime artwork) please check them out! I could go on and on about how much I love this piece but it feels more fitting to let the art speak for itself for all y’all!

Oh and to go with this awesome art we have a awesome snippet written by my pal ZenotoX
They did amazing work with this piece and show him some love if your not already familiar with them!

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She was in the top 3, transistioning into the 7th ring of the game with 2 teams she couldn't locate while she and her 2 squad members were holed up in the smallest house of the slums. Edda wasn't knew to this, she's won games in Apex Legends before, but this game was wild. She was the kill leader, had a Peacekeeper with the choke, and an R-99 fully decked out with Level 3 mods. She was ready to kill whatever came at her, same with her team. She just had to know when something was going to happen.

She sat on her couch irl, the temperature in the room much hotter and more humid now that Edda was stress sweating. She was pumped, her adrenaline flowing and soaking her poor shirt and leggings, not that she cared. They'd suffered far worse, and they would be if this suspense didn't have her muscles tensed. She had eaten big earlier to prepare for a long session of gaming, and of course made sure to bring enough chips and soda around her in case she wanted anything more. She of course devoured all of it because when there's food, Edda eats. Now all that resulting gas was built up in her bubbling gut at this very moment. The only thing stopping her (size adapted-)sofa filling ass from blasting out her sloppy payload was the tension and focus she had on the game.

Gunshots were heard outside. "Oh there they go," one of her squadmate sighed as they heard gunfire return. the other 2 teams were fighting. She peaked out the window, leaning forward IRL to se a bit better, breathing in traces of her pit and breast sweat. She didn't mind, this was going to b the scent of victory in a moment.

She couldn't get a visual, but when 2 players were incapacitated in the kill feed, she jumped to action. "Ok let's get em! Go go go! Focus on the dominant team!" The 3 players ran out of the building, moving around the cover on the edge of the ring to see the other 2 teams skirmishing. Edda's team had the high ground, and they decided to start of with every single grenade they had, chucking them down on the unsuspecting teams and killing 2, incapacitating 2 more as the last standing player tried to run for it. "Oh no you don't!" Edda shouted and she slid after them. This is just why she loved playing Pathfinder. She fired her grappling hook, catching the enemy and slowly bringing them back as her shotgun charged and focused. She delivered a headshot before the Victory banner plastered onto the screen.

"YES! Oh man! Oh- Ohhh~" A horrific bubbling echoed through the house as her ass rumbled.

SPLUURRT-BBRRALLLABBRALLBBRROOOORRLLABLL

The fart spat out of her, slamming the sofa hard enough to further damage its legs and sending globs of sweat slathering the space behind her before blowdrying it away with her hot rancid wind. Her apartment suffered as it shook and vibrated, as the heat climbed and visibility reached near zero as this terrible pent up fart went on and on. Edda could only sigh, feeling her gut bubble and send more to her fat ass.

She took the brief moment of silence after 16 seconds of bass boosted gaseous mess to utter 'GG' before placing down her controller and pushing out the other few minutes worth of her ass thunder.

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Hello! Guess who isn’t dead! Haha sorry for not submitting anything in a long while! Life has a way of getting real busy real quick so I’ve hardly had any time to write! Luckily that has cleared up recently and I do have some stuff in the works that I hope to get posted soon! Till then I hope this tides ya over for a little while longer!

But back on topic, here’s a amazing piece I had commissioned! CaraFalsa does amazing work
and (assuming your not already familiar with their sublime artwork) please check them out! I could go on and on about how much I love this piece but it feels more fitting to let the art speak for itself for all y’all!

Oh and to go with this awesome art we have a awesome snippet written by my pal ZenotoX
They did amazing work with this piece and show him some love if your not already familiar with them!

———————
She was in the top 3, transistioning into the 7th ring of the game with 2 teams she couldn't locate while she and her 2 squad members were holed up in the smallest house of the slums. Edda wasn't knew to this, she's won games in Apex Legends before, but this game was wild. She was the kill leader, had a Peacekeeper with the choke, and an R-99 fully decked out with Level 3 mods. She was ready to kill whatever came at her, same with her team. She just had to know when something was going to happen.

She sat on her couch irl, the temperature in the room much hotter and more humid now that Edda was stress sweating. She was pumped, her adrenaline flowing and soaking her poor shirt and leggings, not that she cared. They'd suffered far worse, and they would be if this suspense didn't have her muscles tensed. She had eaten big earlier to prepare for a long session of gaming, and of course made sure to bring enough chips and soda around her in case she wanted anything more. She of course devoured all of it because when there's food, Edda eats. Now all that resulting gas was built up in her bubbling gut at this very moment. The only thing stopping her (size adapted-)sofa filling ass from blasting out her sloppy payload was the tension and focus she had on the game.

Gunshots were heard outside. "Oh there they go," one of her squadmate sighed as they heard gunfire return. the other 2 teams were fighting. She peaked out the window, leaning forward IRL to se a bit better, breathing in traces of her pit and breast sweat. She didn't mind, this was going to b the scent of victory in a moment.

She couldn't get a visual, but when 2 players were incapacitated in the kill feed, she jumped to action. "Ok let's get em! Go go go! Focus on the dominant team!" The 3 players ran out of the building, moving around the cover on the edge of the ring to see the other 2 teams skirmishing. Edda's team had the high ground, and they decided to start of with every single grenade they had, chucking them down on the unsuspecting teams and killing 2, incapacitating 2 more as the last standing player tried to run for it. "Oh no you don't!" Edda shouted and she slid after them. This is just why she loved playing Pathfinder. She fired her grappling hook, catching the enemy and slowly bringing them back as her shotgun charged and focused. She delivered a headshot before the Victory banner plastered onto the screen.

"YES! Oh man! Oh- Ohhh~" A horrific bubbling echoed through the house as her ass rumbled.

SPLUURRT-BBRRALLLABBRALLBBRROOOORRLLABLL

The fart spat out of her, slamming the sofa hard enough to further damage its legs and sending globs of sweat slathering the space behind her before blowdrying it away with her hot rancid wind. Her apartment suffered as it shook and vibrated, as the heat climbed and visibility reached near zero as this terrible pent up fart went on and on. Edda could only sigh, feeling her gut bubble and send more to her fat ass.

She took the brief moment of silence after 16 seconds of bass boosted gaseous mess to utter 'GG' before placing down her controller and pushing out the other few minutes worth of her ass thunder.