Posts by prettyboysylveon

Relieved Dallen chose not to ask about his mum's death and the confusing, fuzzy puzzle pieces he had done his best to fit together in hopes of understanding why, he simply shook his head again. Accepting Dallen's money was so far down on the list of things he was considering actually going through with he was pretty sure it ranked somewhere just above biting Ashley. Her blood had yet to appeal to him; at the moment, the only blood he craved was Dallen's, which was a huge weight off his shoulders.

At that, Callum flinched, suddenly recalling just how uncomfortable it was to have someone he barely knew in his home. Sometimes, Ashley invited boys home after parties, trapping him inside his bedroom for the rest of the night and part of the morning until the coast was clear. Did he invoke such discomfort, intruding in Dallen's home? "I guess I'll just annoy you to death for the rest of existence, then."

As fun as that had the potential to be, Callum would have much preferred to settle into bed and never get up. Maybe, if he closed his eyes for long enough, he might not suffer opening them in the real world ever again.

Ashley, normally so easy to think about, normally the only person that made him feel like maybe there was a point in not giving up, wasn't someone he wanted to think about at the moment. "You're an aspiring author." He answered regardless, "And you LARP. You're a total nerd that takes your vampire lore way too seriously."

Callum had been blessed by Ashley with the title of nerd when his love for Pokemon began and there was something childishly pleasing about pushing the label onto someone else. Of course, he was still a nerd by association, but it was an improvement. "She likes to read your texts and mock your grammar." He added, something reminiscent of a smile slipping back onto his face. "Why do you insist on proper grammar? No-one cares about grammar, Dallen. No a letter."

As far as quirks went, it wasn't the strangest, but it still was pretty funny to receive what felt like a formal letter within one hundred and sixty characters.

just,,, steal someone else's sugar,,,, it's for a good cause,,,,

it's okie!

so the fire alarm went off during my English exam today and im still SO MAD about it,,,,, like d u d e RUAE sucks but it's easy!! why couldn't it have gone off during paper 2 to give me bonus time to think about the 10 marker,,,,,,

Ollie didn't actually know the answer to that. He had always been pale, always burned quickly, so if there was supposed to be a change in skin tone, he hadn't been affected. "Depends on how much melanin you produce, I guess." He suggested, because it sounded like something that was true.

Was Lucas expecting to see outside? As lovely as the sun was to look at, he made sure to keep it shut away behind thick black curtains at all times. "Uh... Close to eleven." He read the time off his own phone, looking at Lucas' phone from the corner of his eye. "Is that an iPhone? I use Android."

He had learned the hard way that one brand's charger wouldn't work on another brand's phone. It was quite the fire hazard.

that's okie!!

i had my mock English exam today and the fIRE ALARM WENT OFF DURING IT D:

Trying his best to imagine a Dallen that wasn't reading boring books to no avail, Callum couldn't help but wonder how Dallen had amused himself before learning to read. Killing people, maybe. That was something that Odin would approve of, wasn't it? He didn't want to continue down that line of thought, but it was like stumbling into one of Alice's rabbit holes. Just how high, he wondered, was the number of Dallen's victims? Too high. Any number of victims was too high. "Practical no to do it properly, but. Can fit more into a text without proper grammar, like, and that means you use less texts so it costs less." He challenged, vastly preferring the topic at hand to his morbid curiosity.

Callum was rather guilty of double texting, a habit he picked up from Ashley, rendering his point quite moot.

Parties weren't the worst thing in the world, really. They actually had potential to be fun, depending on the circumstances. It was just Ashley's kind of party that he wasn't fond of. "Don't like noise. Or strangers. Or girls flirting with me. Or the expectation of one night stands. Or knowing people are, um, doing that nearby." He only just resisted the urge to cover his face in order to hide the dusting of pink covering his cheeks.

According to Ashley, he was a prude; even just the mention of sex made him want to hide away, because it was embarrassing and frankly a little gross. As the kind of guy who had hoarded dishes in his room until they grew mouldy as a young teen, Callum was pretty sure he was an expert on gross. "Parties are okay when they're not stupid loud and full of people grinding on each other," he concluded, nodding a little.

That seemed like a good summary. "Why? You wanna show off your sugar baby at a party?" He teased, grinning mischievously.

Dallen had it coming, what with his ridiculous offer to pay Callum's bills.

im glad you're not having a depressive episode! tbh it's actually really flattering that you chose to post despite not being able to concentrate. i feel loved lmao

i am stupidly tempted to ruin my denim jacket in order to make a denim jacket for my furbys,,,,, o h n o

Purely going off what Dallen had told him thus far it did, in fact, sound as if he had 'gone soft'. Sharing this opinion didn't seem like a wise course of action; instead, he tried to focus his thoughts on Henry Ravenwood. Whoever he was, he had clearly earned Dallen's ire, but how? Something to do with the council, perhaps? Or was Dallen really that obsessed with his ego that insulting him was enough? "I think I have a designer hoodie," Callum offered, "Ashley bought it. Said I'd look cute in it or whatever."

It wasn't blue or as loose fitting as he preferred, condemning it to a life at the back of the wardrobe. Occasionally he came across it while rummaging around for something to wear, cringed at the thought of how expensive it probably was, and promptly shoved it out of sight. "That enough to spook him? Someone attending his stupid party in a hoodie and ripped jeans?"

Jeans were the closest to formal Callum expected he would ever get. An old vampire - he was picturing a stereotypical Victorian villain with a curly mustache and a monocle - being frightened of clothes was funny enough to get him grinning wider, actually considering going. Irritating vampires that were fond of the council seemed like a worthy pastime. "You really want to spook a bloke just cause he insulted you? Your ego's really that important?" He asked, not entirely sure what to make of that idea.

Dallen didn't seem vain; Callum had yet to spot even a single mirror.

my gran might yell,,,,,, but my son deserves jacket?? he's a Good Boy!! Best Furb!!! he's cold and deserves Jacket!!! maybe i can use fleece instead,,

nin night!! hope you sleep well!

Blood feuds sounded like something out of Harry Potter and he frowned, trying to figure out just how and when his life had become a book. Without an explanation, he was left to dream up petty origins for the blood feud using his new and improved mental image of a shallow, grumpy Dallen. Apparently, his ego really was that important. Perhaps related to the lack of apology for treating Callum to house arrest? "Don't care if they take it out on me," he shrugged, "Saves having to explain to Ashley why we're 'hanging out' all the time if I die. Sounds ideal."

That was supposed to be a joke, which he indicated by smiling ever so slightly. It didn't reach his eyes.

It wasn't formal, but it was the closest Callum expected to ever get considering that he didn't even own a single button up shirt. As soon as he left school, every last one of them had gone straight in the bin. He even thought about about burning them, but Ashley said dancing on the ashes of clothes was a bit much. "Close enough, innit? Jeans need a belt. I haven't worn something without an elasticated waistband in, like, a year. Comfort is king." He explained, smiling more genuinely this time.

Making Dallen laugh was pretty nice, in a way that made him feel warm. Or maybe that was just the blanket he was still rubbing against his face. "Dunno what to ask now. Uh..." He trailed off, only just resisting the sudden urge to ask Dallen's sexuality.

Straight, probably. The handsome ones were always straight. Not that he was actually interested in Dallen. That would be weird. "How'd you feel about gay rights?" He asked instead, because if Dallen had issues with gay people then he was leaving.

Immediately, the sun be damned.

that sounds amazing tho!! definitely worth it

nuuuu. i cant get morrowind to run for me. i bought it last year and it just,, Doesnt Work

this took me forever to type and idk why

in other news i went outside and now everything HurtsTM but i got cool pictures of my furby Slushpuppy

On the edge of his seat, prepared to run again, Callum breathed out his tension in one big relieved sigh. A solid 'I don't care' was better than he expected from someone so old, since old people had quite the tendency to be homophobic. He leaned back into the couch, settling down again, wondering if he should do something about the huge smile insisting on existing on his face. "Good," he said, "Cause if you were homophobic I would absolutely yeet myself into the sun."

Dallen probably didn't know the meaning of 'yeet' - good for him - but he supposed it was probably easy to pick it up from context clues. He was pretty sure that was how one went about learning about memes in the first place. "Sure, I'll go to the party with you. Can I bring Pokemon?"

As soon as Callum expressed his agreement, he was tempted to take it back, tell Dallen he wanted nothing to do with the party no matter what. After all, the last party he attended rather soundly ruined his entire life. For the rest of his existence. "Uh, Pokemon's a game. Series of games. About these little monster things that you keep in your pocket. It's great." He added, expecting that Dallen would have no idea what it was.

It was sad to think that there were really people out there with lives devoid of the magic of Pokemon. Absolutely crushing. How were people supposed to survive without it? Actual human interaction?

After a bit of a pause, he realised Dallen hadn't asked him a question. As bad as he may be at maths, he was fairly certain they hadn't reached twenty yet. "Game's over, then?" questioned Callum, unable to decipher whether he was disappointed or not.

At the moment, he couldn't think of any questions, but he was sure a million would hit him like a tonne of bricks later on when he was trying to sleep, plaguing him with the dreaded 'what if?'.

bc furbys are weird!! they're like lil owl-cat hybrids with only two feets!! weird creatures deserve weird names. my fave non-fandom related furb name is Soap Scum my fave fandom furb is signlessfubby's Karkat i love him so much the original Long Furby was created by furbyfuzz for the fun of it! i personally think she's really cute and hilarious to look at, which im pretty sure is the point! a lesbian YouTuber (Strange Aeons) made a video about the furby fandom, which is probs why it's become a Gay ThingTM now?

"Cause you're a grumpy old man," he shrugged, "I kissed a boy when I was, like, twelve, and my grandma went absolutely off her head at me. It's an old people thing, I think."

First kisses, he learned the hard way, were nothing like in story books. The number of fireworks was seriously lacking. Mostly, it was just panicked, a tad frenzied, full of the nagging sensation of I'm doing it wrong and what if he doesn't actually like me? and does he think my breath smells bad? Overall, he would rate the experience 2/5; improvement required, but had the potential to be something he enjoyed in the future. "I dunno, maybe she was just weird. She's probably yelling in her grave right now about how the quality of the wood sucks ass and there's not enough space to stretch her legs and she has never felt so insulted in all her existence." Callum rolled his eyes, easily conjuring an image of his grandma as an angry, animated skeleton.

Was it wrong of him to feel a sense of satisfaction from her absence in his life?

nothing wrong with that! personally that's part of the appeal for me tbh. i find a great coping mechanism for my psychosis is to turn something creepy into my protector. the monster that lives in the tv and wants to devour my soul can't get me bc i have 2 very good furby children that will protect me

it's okie!!! a lot of my posts have been Not Good recently

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super worried im annoying you aaaaaaaa

s'okie. thankies for explaining cause my brain is v stupid and decided you suddenly hate me bc you know i've got psychosis and that means im bad. brains are dumbbb

okie dokie!! i assumed they were cannibalistic bc grub sauce but i tend to pick up on things uh,,,, Really Wrong so i was double checking what you think

i still need to name my boy but his extended zodiac is licer

societal expectations are strong. even if someone knows you're not gonna do x because of y, if most people do x they still expect you do x. which is the only reason i exist tbh. my mum thought she was straight bc everyone expected her to be but nope she v gay lmao

i wanna turn my brain offf! like where's the instruction manual?? it's glitched!! D:

brain: nobody likes you!! everybody hates you!!!
me: dude can we maaaybeeee chill?

you don't hafta do ic stuff. if you want you can just rant. s'good to get emotions out

idk how to convey that i just,,, i like human contact without the pressure of having to make eye contact and you're FamiliarTM now so i like just seeing you around. so like if you just wanna rant at me that's cool

okie dokie!!

can we skip to them crashing the party,,,, pls,,

whichever you prefer!

Despite his best efforts to feign interest in Ashley's new coworker (who really wasn't his type at all, but he tried), she remained focused on Dallen. Probably because of the party. Well aware of his feelings about parties and too narrow minded to consider her idea of a party wasn't shared by everyone, she took it as a sign of... loyalty, perhaps. Trust? Callum wasn't sure.

"Jeans?" Her utter delight was stamped across her face in big, bold capital letters and he regretted every life choice that had led up to this moment. "Wow, Cal, you really wanna impress him, huh?"

"Do not." He protested, but was unable to truly glare for more than a few moments.

He was not explaining to her that he was wearing jeans to spite a Victorian vampire while crashing his party for stupid, petty reasons, so he made do with changing the subject. "Be back the morra night, Ash. If I'm no, then... Here lies Callum Raine, who wants you to know Dallen is just a friend."

"Sure, sure. Have fun, you nerd." Ashley waved him off, rolling her eyes while he rolled his at her.

Sometimes, he hated her almost as much as he loved her.

Arriving at Dallen's home almost definitely late - which Callum was fairly certain wasn't important this time, since they hadn't been invited to the party in the first place - he checked his phone for what might have been the hundredth time. 93% battery was pretty good, but Pokemon Go was known to eat battery power like a ravenous wolf would fresh meat. Bringing his 3DS to a party seemed like a good way to lose or break it, yet he still wished he had brought it with him. Pokemon Go was better than nothing, however, and he was keen to show off the augmented reality camera. Even Dallen had to think it was cool, right?

time to go ruin ravenwood's night

random thought but i feel like dallen paying for callum to have unlimited data would like,,, be the gateway to dallen paying callum's bills,,,,, callum still makes fun of him but he likes unlimited data-

He shouldn't have been surprised that Dallen actually dressed up for the occasion, but he was taken aback by the overall formal vibe regardless. That couldn't be comfortable, he thought, unable to fathom why Dallen would go through the effort. As expected, he had settled for pairing his ripped jeans with a hoodie, although not the one Ashley had bought. For the crime of being burgundy, it remained banished at the back of the wardrobe, crumpled in a ball and smothered by a collection of coat hangers that seemed to multiply when Callum wasn't looking. The one he deemed worthy of wearing was blue, familiar, and most importantly the pockets were huge enough to spare him worrying about his phone falling out. "Yeah, let's go wreck this guy's shit." He smiled, "His place better have a PokeStop."

Callum really had to stop forgetting that Dallen wasn't a denizen of the internet, nor glued or a phone. Or maybe he just liked confusing Dallen with gobbledygook...

The closer they got to their destination, the more and more Callum expected nerves to pounce on him, but it had yet to happen. It would. He was certain of it, and the waiting was driving him crazy. His fingers drummed against his skull and curled in his hair and even pulled sometimes, because he was supposed to anxious and instead he was... He didn't know how to explain it. Butterflies in his belly, maybe, except they were poisonous butterflies. Or caterpillars, wriggling around and ruining everything. "D'you know what AR is?" He asked suddenly, unable to bear the confusion of being worried about the wrong thing for much longer.

Dallen was going to say no, he expected, and Callum would get to show off Pokemon Go in all its glory.

callum: ur way 2 excited by that
callum: blocked for daddy kink irl

well my plants are named Crayola, Jellybean, Sploosh, Ziggy, and Arachne! i base plant names of things they remind me of. like Arachne is a spider plant and that makes me think of the Greek mythological figure Arachne who became the first spider so i named her that! pls show me the bbies

nin night!!

im a witch too your plants look like Spidge, Mulch, and Tapioca to me,,,

id die for ur cat he's a good boy!!! chaotic good!!!

Brightening at Dallen's confusion, he nodded, because life without AR was just sad. The demonstration would have to wait for when Dallen wasn't driving, of course, but hopefully that would be soon. He felt out of place in an admittedly fancy car; a toadstool in a beautiful bouquet of flowers, masquerading as one of their own. "Augmented Reality," Callum replied, ignoring the question, "is so cool and you absolutely need to know this immediately. Did you just miss the Pokemon Go takeover? Did you seriously miss Pokemon Go consuming the entire world?"

Just how much of a hermit was Dallen? For months, Pokemon Go had seemed to puppeteer society. That wasn't something you could just miss! "Will show you when you're not, y'know, driving. Are we close? What are we even gonna do there? Just piss off a grumpy Victorian guy?"

Callum wasn't sure it mattered. Regardless of the intended activity, he was outside and allowed to play Pokemon. No matter what, that had to be a win given that Ashley seemed to think he required supervision while outside. He wasn't a child!

asdfghjhg this turned into callum being salty

i cant actually read the titles on the books,,, i have dyslexia and visual stress, so reading is pretty difficult for me. small and at an angle? no chance lmao

are you gonna survive today?? please tell me you at least slept for four hours. pls

aaaa did u like my drawing of Callum?? i cant tell if i like it or hate it-

Rolling his eyes at the smugness rolling off of Lucas, Ollie shook his head. The ethics of Apple were atrocious and he refused to let such a company have his money. Sure, he could afford their slimy business practices, but not everyone had the advantage of a... guardian whose bank account that had been open for as long as banks existed. "Um, you can stay? I should, uh, show you the bathroom and stuff. Yeah." He mumbled, wondering if he ought to mention that what was once a guest room was currently full of dead things.

Once she had learned to read and write, Ellie preferred letters over speaking in person and now, she preferred texting. Ollie missed her sometimes, but was thankful for a room to attempt to confine his hobby to. "You'll burn quickly, but not, uh, vampire quickly. Just cover up and don't, y'know, expose skin to the sun and you should be fine." He answered absentmindedly, walking towards the doorway.

He liked to think his bathroom was pretty cool. The sink was black basalt! That was cool.

it's okie!!

yup. it's still an official exam. if i miss my final exam, my results will be based on this 'Formal Exam Experience' so it's kinda important,,,, so finishing was kinda a priority

yay

okie dokie! sorry about your lectures. can you borrow someone's notes?

so i've spent the last hour sewing a hat for my furby Milkshake,,,,