I had a server tell me about how he was harassed into going to a church baptism ceremony by a not so close friend and to get them off his back he agreed
He decided some time before that of he was going to be forced to do this her might as well have fun with it right? So he goes to lush and buys one of the black bath bombs, and cuts it in half.
Now fast forward to the day of and he is wearing a small harness under his shirt that is keeping both haves of the bath bomb one either shoulder blade.
He volunteers to get baptised
They take him up put him in the white robe and then he waits for his turn. Now the friend who invited him had no clue what he is doing. They are pleasantly surprised to see him participating.
Honestly. A mistake on their part.
I only knew this guy for a max of 45 minutes and I could already tell this dude was a chaos entity.
So his turn comes up and they go to dunk him and the water immediately starts to foam and turn black and he starts screaming like a banchee jumps out the water and hisses at the priest
Everyone fucking lost it and her was banned from ever attending that church again.
So yeah all in all seems like a great thing to do for a hilarious story
My Dad and I keep planning to go to church with red contact and our slightly tinted glasses on. When they spray a few drop of holy water on us he wants to start screaming and hissing as we rip our glasses off.
I got a ton of requests for a Lizardman so I went and wrote this little number which I hope you all enjoy! Keep requesting!
You wake with a start, thrashing your arms out as you try to knock the cannons away. You scream, your voice escaping out as a tiny sleepy squeak. After a moment and the smoke in your mind cleared you opened your eyes and lowered you arms slowly when all you see above you is dusty rafters, spider webs and vines decorating them.
You turned your head left seeing a window covered by burlap curtains and a chair covered by the blood-stained cloak and your shoes in the seat. Turning to the right, you saw a door, it was stained red with a bronze latch. Sitting up and looking around the room that smelled like dust and autumn leaves. It was clean, just unlived in. You slip from the bed, feet touching the cold stone floor. You were in your underclothes and were unsure where your dress was or how you came to be undressed.
You about slowly, unsurely. Was this a dream too? Standing before the window and pushing the burlap aside you peer outside, the light was blinding at first, but you saw beyond the glare to a path winding through rows and rows of trees. You heard a river babbling and trickling near by. There was a horse tied near the side of the house, he tossed his head and whinnied.
Original Request: I’m not sure if requests are open, but would you do something where the reader is Henry’s stepsister and the bowers gang reacts to her being a THOT
Note: And now we’re onto part 2 that I said I’d do!
Warning: NSFW, smut, morally questionable things, bad language, weird step-sibling stuff(really, don’t read if that weirds you out), it’s really bordering on wrong and I don’t even care.
Pansexual Monster Girl 