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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“You do understand that I have no soul? Right? I am just a being of chaos.” He blinked.

Vē'Êtherñøth blinks, then grins. She holds up the strand.

"Then what's in my hand?" she asks.

"my hosts soul I would think" he shrugged.

"Should I put this back, then?" she asks, confused.

"And if so, why is your host's soul the one I can see? How come I can't see your mind?" she adds, genuinely curious now.

"My mind? I have no soul that is all I know. My host does" he shrugged.

She puts the strand back, effectively reviving Albethore's host and making the host immortal.

"Also, your host is now immortal. You're stuck with them, now!" she states, smiling at Albethore.

"I don't have a problem, but I think he might" Albethore nodded.

"I live to cause chaos in the lives of those around me. I'm glad to hear that he won't be happy with this!" was all she said, once again attaching herself to his spine.

"yes, he doesn't like me very much" he shrugged, giving up on removing her.

She giggles, and replies with "No wonder. You're obviously not very talkative."

She skitters up onto his right shoulder, shrinks and perches there, still in her normal form but now about 3" tall. She digs into him again.

"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