forum Anybody open for a one-on-one roleplay with your friendly neighbourhood pothead? I'm open to any and all ideas! (15+, mature themes)

Started November 09, 2021 by Deleted user

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"yes, I have no reason to talk" He rolled his eyes.

Vē'Êtherñøth cackles at that.

"And yet, here you are: talking to me. That's reason enough, no?" she replies, smirking at Albethore.

"Hey, Albus Dumblewhore. I notice you've given up trying to get me off of you. Why? It's no fun anymore." she adds, jumping off, shooting up to her usual height.

"exactly" he said with a small smirk.

Vē'Êtherñøth pouts.

"So you stopped caring to make me stop? That's mean…" she replies. She hops back onto his spine, this time half growing into him. She matches her limbs to his: elbows to elbows, hands to hands, knees to knees… basically becoming Albethore. Literally.

"the fucking hell are you doing?" he said, his voice sounded less demonic for a second.

"Nothing!" she says, cackling. "Just, you know, being me! On the bright side, at least you have a spiky demon attached to you!"

Albethore's voice had now changed completely, "I don't need another fucking demon, especially not a female one"

"Ooh, is the host emerging?" she asks, giggling. "How do you feel about being immortal on top of having two demons?"

"I am what now?" he blinked.

"Immortal. I accidentally took a strand of your soul trying to find a strand of Albus Dumblewhore's soul. And it was a time strand. Removing that effectively reset your age to 0, without hurting you. That's permanent. Have fun with both of us!" she says, cackling and fully merging with Albethore's form alone.

"No! Get the fuck out of my Demon!" he growled "I don't want a female part of me, that is gross!"

"Too late, I'm already here to stay!" the words echo inside of the host's head now, instead of out loud.

He yelled out in frustration, "THIS IS SO GROSS, I am gay for a fucking reason, females are disgusting!"

"Hah! I'm here for Albewhore, not you! You're just as gross as you find me!" she replies, snickering.

"me and Albethore are one!" He growled

"Well, it doesn't seem like it! He seems to be different from you, seing as how you're talking and he isn't!" she states. "Also, that doesn't matter to one as old and powerful as me. That's how Albewhore can host me: I'm powerful enough to give him some power to host me. That's what was happening earlier before you interrupted!"

"FUCKING HELL FINE" He said, and Albethore was silent as the host went silent. He blinked, "what?"

"Yeah. Albewhore is my host now. What are you going to say to that?" she replies, snickering again.

"I am a host?" he blinked back to normal.

"Yes. It's very possible." she giggles, trying her best not to burst out laughing so she doesn't give everyone a headache. Although… could she give everyone a headache by mentally laughing? She decides against figuring that out for now.

Albethore shrugged, "host can be without me for a short period of time.

"You forget, your host is immune to death now." she says. "Also, you're still being hosted by him. You're also hosting me."

"*

"so, he is powerful enough to be alone for at max an hour" he shrugged.

"Okay. So, I imagine you're powerful enough for me to seperate my physical form from yours, and still keep you alive indefinitely." she grins, her physical form resolving and her ethereal form staying with Albethore. "Let's go have some fun, shall we?"

She turns and starts running, her form shifting and becoming more aerodynamic. She links with Albethore's form, forcing him to move with her while allowing her to stay seperate from him.

Albethore thought better than to fight her, and just went with what she was doing, curious as to her idea of 'fun' in this situation.

"So, we're going to set some people on fire. A lot of people. Preferably one bone at a time, just because why not!" she says, the winds trying to steal her words but failing.

"how do you set one bone on fire at a time?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Very, very carefully!" she says, turning and grinning at Albethore. "And don't worry! We'll kill some people in ways you like as well! You know, flaying them alive, etc etc."

"what makes you think I like that?" he asked, curious on if he had said it before.