Posts by prettyboysylveon

*cracks knuckles* hewwo, tis i, ur local vampire obsessed dork. im looking to rp something hecking gay

i prefer to rp boys, but i don't mind whether your character is a boy or nb!

Info about me as a rp partner:

• i'd say im semi adv. to advanced? my posts generally average about 100 words, but when i have muse i can easily double that

• i use he/him pronouns. you can call me Sylveon, or use my actual human name it's Lukas
• i have generalised anxiety disorder and i'll probably try to calm my nerves by trying to talk to you ooc. it doesnt even have to be about the rp. just,,, dont be surprised if i ramble about something completely irrelevant beneath my post. it's an inefficient method of befriending you but im trying
• i'd like to agree on some vampire lore before we get started rping (eg. "all vampires are instinctually afraid of fire" and things like that)
• my timezone is GMT bc i live in Scotland
• if using ref pics, i prefer anime style bc im a weeb and using real people's faces without their consent makes me uncomfortable
• i'd prefer to avoid themes like drug addiction

Alrighttt, onto the vamps. my favourite thing lmao

Things i like, plus vague plot ideas:

• ancient vampire taking care of abandoned fledgling and nursing them back to health
• vampire x human relationships are hella cute mmmyes
• vampire x werewolf is cute
• school settings is fun with vampires!! like,,, high school bully makes vampire's nose bleed and the blood loss makes them lose control, which results in bully getting turned
• vampires purr and this is a hill i will die on
• a yandere discovering their crush is a vampire bc they stalked them sounds interesting

depending on the plot, i might use my oc Angus or make a new one! i have drabble about Angus called His Smile Was Strange in my writing thread, if you're interested

three times is SO MANY im catching up tho Aevus,,, im halfway through my second time on this roller coaster,,,

pls tell me about the troll Aevus p l s im beggin u

I WANT HER TO KNOW I LOVE AND SUPPORT HER

she is a very good girl and she's trying her best!!!!

also kelpies are awesomeee!!!

im just gonna,,, get a random number generator and make my new son now,,, it's seven!! for the first time ever, im not projecting n creating a transboy rainbowdrinker. ayyy and i literally just used a random word generator, so now his theme is radio,,,

there's spoiler with vampire lore that i usually incorporate when i do vampire stuff by myself at the bottom of this post <3

marcola oooo i'll create new oc for that written descriptions are great! i just offered anime refs i know people like ref pics. can you tell me about your oc?

velkhana i take it you'd rp the werewolf n i'd rp the vampire? do you have any plot ideas?

Sunlight filtered in through the crack in the curtains and Callum groaned, pulling his blanket over his head to block out the offending light. The movement made his head yell, the same way it did when he was suffering a migraine, and he groaned again. Being awake was the worst.

Perhaps he dozed under the blanket for mere minutes, or perhaps hours. It was always hard to judge the passage of time, with nothing but a throbbing head and a chill in his veins to guide him. He scowled, displeased to have drifted back into the pain of consciousness, and tucked his blanket closer around him. Ashley must have turned the heating off, he thought, although he couldn't fathom why. It was freezing. Callum patted his mattress blindly, fumbling for his phone, bringing to his face so he could squint at it. The artificial light wasn't as bad as the sunlight, which was unusual. All lights were equally terrible when he was suffering a migraine.

Ashley

do u want sudafed

r u asleep

cal wake up

im not standing around all day like a lemon lol

leaving now. get it urself

Sudafed? Callum blinked, processing the idea that Ashley thought he had a cold. He couldn't remember the last time he woke up without a sore head, so he had assumed it was just another migraine. His cousin was smarter than him, so he supposed she must be right. Stretching under the blanket, Callum shifted, reluctant to get up. He fell out of bed more than he got out of it, stumbling across his bedroom to the wardrobe as if he were drunk to rummage through it for a hoodie and a pair of joggers.

Being under the sunlight burned, in more ways than one. It burned his eyes, of course, as always, but Callum would have sworn his skin was sizzling too, like a sausage in a frying pan. With a jolt, he realised he hadn't eaten breakfast, but pressed on his journey to the chemist regardless. As of late, he wasn't hungry. His stomach gnawed at him, always empty and cold, but eating just made him feel sick. Deciding what to eat was too much hassle, anyway. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice he had gotten dangerously close to another person until they collided and he stumbled, falling the ground. Callum groaned, holding his head as the world spun. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten out of bed.

marcola i have so much muse for this omggg

callum is not happy to be awake. or existing,,,,

Callum blinked, mouth hanging open in a decidedly unattractive way. It was nice of the stranger to help him up, he supposed, but when he was dragged into an alleyway his nerves flared. Anxiety twisted his stomach in knots, redirecting the blood controlling it into his limbs as fight or flight reared its ugly head.

"Uh," Callum gawked foolishly, screaming in the back of his mind, trying to tell himself to get it together and say something.

Now that the world had tilted back into the correct axis, staying blessedly in place rather than moving like a spinning top, his brain was working again. The first thing Callum noticed was a scent calling to him like siren's song and his stomach rumbled, actually doing its job for once and demanding food. He swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth - gross - and tried talking again. "You smell nice," mumbled Callum, eyes growing wide with panic when the words registered.

His hands connected with his face loudly, covering the blush rising to his cheeks. He couldn't look at the stranger now. He was dying. Here lies Callum Raine, who died flirting with a stranger in an alleyway, he thought. Ashley was never going to forgive him. She was too pale to wear black, or so she claimed. "I - I... I mean, how do you, uh... how'd you know I have migraines?" Callum scrambled for words and they came to him slowly, as if they were enjoying his suffering.

Accepting the amulet meant tearing his hands away from his face, a task easier said than done when all he wanted was to burrow into his bedsheets and forget any of this ever happened. Pulling his fringe over his face was a good compromise, allowing Callum to take the amulet from the stranger, staring at it through a curtain of brown hair. He turned it over in his hands, eyebrows furrowed. Was this some sort of courting ritual? Had Callum stumbled into a cult member? An enthusiastic LARPer that preferred not to break character, perhaps? He put the amulet on, gasping as a pleasant, tingling warmth spread through his chest and into the rest of his body. The only place it didn't quite reach was his forefinger, occupied by his mum's ring. It still burned, itching with a fury. Callum twisted it nervously, hissing when his fingertips burned too.

He really ought to go to bed. Ashley said he was sick, and she was always right. When had Ashley lead him wrong? The party, whispered Callum's brain traitorously. He ignored it. The party was a blur, hazy and impossible to decipher. He had no way of knowing Ashley had lead him astray when he couldn't remember anything but a painful prick in his neck. "Where are we going?" Callum asked, wondering for the first time why he had followed the LARPer without hesitation.

He wasn't going to lead him to a hotel room, was he? Did the LARPer think they were going to have sex? He swayed on his feet, mind filling with situations, things the LARPer might want from him, each more terrible than the last. Making a decision was too frightening, so Callum continued putting one foot in front of the other, following the LARPer to what he suspected was his funeral.

It wasn't a hotel room. Oh, God, the LARPer had brought Callum to his house. Significantly worse! Not only was it still possible the LARPer was flirting with him, the thick blackout curtains seemed like something a murderer would own. Callum was dying. Officially, actually dying. He hoped Ashley knew he was leaving her his collection of polymer clay charms.

This situation was so strange, it had burst out of the strangeness gauge, leaking anxiety everywhere. The LARPer was entirely silent, which had no right being as creepy as it was. It was the house, Callum decided. The ancient decor created quite the atmosphere, and not one he found inviting. He felt as if he had stumbled onto a movie set, as if an angry director was about to shout that he was ruining the dramatic close-up of Generic Victiorian Lady crying as she confessed her undying love to a servant. Feeling rather overwhelmed, Callum sat, staring about blankly, unable to take in so many things at once.

The furniture was wooden but it wasn't plywood, he realised, and the novelty of real wood furniture was oddly thrilling. This day couldn't possibly get weirder. "Do you, uh, want this back?" He wondered, holding the amulet in his hands without taking it off.

Having something to hold onto, to twist and fiddle with, soothed him. "It's really cool," admitted Callum, which was true, no matter how bizarre it was to have been incorporated into a LARP plot without so much as a warning. "Uh, have you... been LARPing long?"

He cringed, screwing his eyes shut. Dying, he reminded himself. This house was a pleasant place to die. Suitably dramatic.

Sinking into the couch, hopefully to never be seen again, Callum grumbled to himself. The one time he was certain about something and he was wrong! No wonder it was impossible to make up his mind when every thought that passed through was stupid! Foolish, worthless, waste of time. He was better off just doing whatever Ashley said, he reflected, staring at the carpet in frustration. It was a nice carpet, perhaps in fashion last century, but definitely not the oldest thing in the house.

Letting his eyes fall closed, Callum leaned into the couch as if he was going to have a nap, although he was careful not to put his feet up. All this ancient furniture had to be ridiculously expensive; he shouldn't sully it with the mud from his shoes. "S'nice," he murmured, still holding onto the amulet.

Right now, he was too tired to really care about what it was if it wasn't a LARP prop. It was a pleasant weight around his neck and that was enough for Callum.

The LARPer-who-wasn't spoke again and Callum jerked, blue eyes snapping open. He was in someone else's home, he reminded himself, tempted to slap himself to see if that perked him up. "How did...?" He trailed off, discarding the sentence.

It didn't matter how the stranger knew, he supposed, since his funeral was overdue. Here lies Callum Raine, who died wearing a cool necklace, he updated his tombstone. "Since, uh, the party? Yeah. The party." Callum nodded to himself, pleased to have managed to recall anything at all.

Ashley had dragged him to it, insisting it would be fun. He would get to meet all her friends, and they'd see that he wasn't the lamest cousin in the world, just close to it. It had been awful.

The music pounded in his head like a jackhammer on pavement, drilling into his skull until his brains felt as if they were leaking out his ears. People were everywhere, jumping and dancing and shouting, screaming their delight with hands in the air, spilling alcohol on the floor. He had taken refuge in one of the bedrooms that wasn't occupied, choosing not to think about what was happening in the ones that were, when the door creaked open.

"Oh!" A girl gasped, "Sorry! I was just looking for somewhere quiet!"

Callum wasn't sure what happened next. Perhaps they had sat together, quietly awkward, waiting for the party to end. Perhaps she had left him to wallow in pain alone. He didn't know. All he could really pick out was feeling like he was floating, like he was so full of light he could fly, while his neck stinged, and a panicked, "I'm so sorry! I didn't - don't die!"

Parties weren't something Callum was fond of.

sdfghgfdsdfghjhgfd callum says yes bc he thinks it's funny,, dallen wouldnt be a good ikea convert employee would he-

Ugh, just when he was starting to relax, it had to get weird. Of course. Callum blinked slowly, trying his hardest to blow the dust off his memories, with little success. "She was looking for somewhere quiet," he offered, aware that didn't really contain much information.

He couldn't grasp the importance of this conversation, so it didn't matter. Nothing mattered right now, when all he wanted was curl up in bed and maybe drink... something. The craving was hard to place. "Uh, she thought I was dying? She said sorry a lot, I think." He shrugged, "I'm always dying. Aren't we all?"

His voice was light, trying to poke fun at the scenario. Perhaps she was drunk. Hungover, maybe. A lightweight that drank too much earlier on in the party, wandered off for a nap, and woke with a hangover. Callum wondered if hangovers felt the way migraines did. Maybe that was why she needed somewhere quiet.

Dallen was certainly a cheerful bloke. "That's nice," Callum yawned, "M'dying soon anyway. Here lies Callum Raine, who died of embarrassment in a weirdo's house."

Realising he had spoken aloud, he cringed, waiting for Dallen's reaction. Fury, rage, throwing him out. Demanding the amulet back, even though it felt so comforting hanging from his neck. His pulse raced and he stood, now unable to bear stillness when mere moments before he was exhausted. He needed to move, until it stopped feeling like he was about to burst. Or shed his cocoon. Being a butterfly would be nice. A life expectancy of a week sounded ideal.

Pacing made his neck twinge and Callum hissed softly, holding the aching muscle with his hand. It felt familiar, in the déjà vu sort of way. He held his hand to his neck until it grew unbearably hot and itchy like his forefinger, then jerked his hand away. There should be blood on his hand, he thought, which made no sense at all. "She bit me." whispered Callum, staring at his hand as if it held the secrets to the universe. "That's why she was sorry."

"what kind of person has the energy to water plants?? can't kill plastic!" callum,,, that's Not healthy,,,

It felt as though his head were full of bees. Buzzing about, making his face vibrate, bumping into one another. The bees piled on top of each other, each one insisting they were the queen bee when truly, it was none of them. Callum darted around the room aimlessly, staring at anything and everything that caught the bees attention, trying to burn off his anxiety. He didn't really know what to make of Dallen, beyond that he was weird and had a museum exhibit for a house. Kind, maybe, since he was going to give Callum medicine. Manipulative, maybe, since it could easily be poison and God knows what a weirdo like Dallen would do with his corpse. Somehow, he could envision the man using it as fertilizer for rare, almost extinct plants. That seemed like something a wannabe museum exhibit would do.

Too late, Callum realised pain was shooting up his thigh, jabbed by a table's corner. He jerked away from it instinctively, jostling the offending table in his hurry to get away from it. The vase atop the other side of the table wobbled, falling into its side and rolling. Around, around, around, and around, then off the edge of the table. "No!"

Heart in throat, he leapt after it, although he didn't expect anything to good to come from it when he was on the wrong side of the table. He caught it. With time to spare. Callum blinked, turning the vase over in his hands, unsure that it was real. Less than a second ago, he was on the other side of the table... Perhaps he ought to sit down.

The second Dallen was back, Callum knew. There was that scent again, the one that sang to him, asking him sweetly to dive in and drown. The medicine, he realised, taking the glass absentmindedly. Curious, he sniffed it, and his mouth watered. Wasn't it dangerous for medication to smell so enticing? Didn't that sort of thing kill children? Unless, of course, it wasn't really medication. It was poison, and he was going to die. Dallen wanted him to drink it and while Callum wasn't sure why that mattered, it did. Taking a deep breath, he drank. Hesitation soon turned to mindless greed, swallowing every mouthful of liquid inside the glass, and scraping the edges with his finger. Warmth spread through his body like wild fire, taking Callum by surprise. He sat back, licking his lips, and wondered if Dallen had a cat. He couldn't see it, but it was purring.

i feel like if Dallen was killing Callum it'd be in the plant room,,, no turkish rug to stain and hey, blood fertilises the plants! the bit about staining the rug legit made me cackle tbh. i love Dallen so much-

Perhaps Dallen wasn't so bad, Callum mused. He would have to ask Ashley to be certain, of course, but as fair as he could tell he wasn't poisoned. He felt great, actually. Invigorated, for the first time in days. "Funny how not even three jumpers can keep me warm, but that medicine can." He mumbled, still trying to lick every single little drop from the glass.

His hand didn't fit inside the glass, but it didn't stop him trying. "Better," Callum answered, abruptly realising he never answered Dallen.

The word came out strange, muffled by the finger in his mouth. A tiny trickle of medicine in the glass teased him, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't get more than a drop at a time.

Glasses were so inefficient. There had to be a better way to drink. From the tap, maybe. Could you get medicine from taps?

"Ashley!" He gasped, patting his pockets desperately for his phone.

It was at home, abandoned, likely blowing up with texts. She wouldn't be worried at first, Callum soothed himself. When he was in pain, he fell asleep, and he was almost always in pain. Still, he drifted in and out of consciousness quickly, checking his text messages whenever the light bordered on bearable. "I, uh, it's been nice hanging with you I guess, but I really need to go!" He explained in a rush, words slamming into each other.

he's trying his best n he's doing great!

sdcgdsdf IDEA: Dallen assumes Ashley is Callum's girlfriend, so when he does develop feelings he tries to ignore them bc Callum is 'taken'. at one point he asks Callum how his girlfriend is or something and Callum is just like "....I'm gay-" leaving him shooketh-

tw: Callum has a panic attack over the locked door

Left on his own, Callum looked around, unsure if he was expected to stay put or not. As much as he used it, 'uh' wasn't a very descriptive word; more the opposite. Shrugging, he stood, grinning almost hysterically at the lack of dizziness. The world was staying put and it was miracle. Halfway to the door, he froze, recalling that he still had Dallen's expensive amulet hanging from his neck. Grumbling under his breath, he pulled it over his head slowly, reluctantly, and left it on the nearest shelf. He kept walking towards the door, occasionally throwing longing glances behind him.

Ice was in his veins. It hurt to breathe, to move, to exist. Callum opened his mouth and sucked in what should have been a large lungful of air, except his lungs kept burning. His hand shook, trying again and again to turn the door handle, but it wouldn't budge. He shook, until his limbs felt like jelly. Why wasn't it opening? Starting to feel desperate, Callum hit the door with his hands, dully registering the pain. Perhaps it was minutes he spent, scratching the door like a dog trying to get out, or perhaps it was all eternity. Panting, he sank to his knees, inhaling and exhaling rapid, shallow breaths. He held his face with his hands, wondering why it was sticky.

Oh.

He was crying.

yayyyy!! Callum will be so confused. and possibly start wearing rainbows,,,, he cant have his crush thinking he's straight after all-

It was a good thing Dallen chose to keep his distance, else he might have been kicked somewhere unfortunate. Staring at the man crouched over him with wide, fearful eyes, Callum hissed like a frightened cat, his teeth bared. He didn't understand the why, but exposing his teeth just seemed like the appropriate thing to do. Ashley was always telling him to trust his instincts. He wished Ashley was here.

"Want to go home," Callum whimpered, too stressed to even begin to attempt to explain.

He didn't need to explain himself to Dallen, did he? Dallen had locked the door, didn't want him to leave even though his cousin was going to be worried sick. It didn't matter if it burned. Sunlight always burned! Callum was the whitest white person he knew. "Hurts," he choked, feeling like maybe he did need to explain himself to Dallen.

Dallen had given him medicine and made him feel better. Thoughts as muddled as spaghetti, Callum sobbed on the floor, unable to make up his mind. His chest heaved with every breath, lungs feeling like they were going to explode. Mum's ring was digging into the side of his head, heating the skin until it bubbled, blistering.

Dallen: i dont have feelings
Callum: *is vulnerable*
Dallen: i have one (1) feeling

also,,, CALLUM TAKE THE RING OFF OMG

The softer, more gentle approach was working, although Callum didn't want it to work. He would rather be frightened, he thought, than accepting comfort from the man who locked him inside, refused to let him out, and wanted to take his mum's ring. Clutching it to his chest possessively, he squinted up at Dallen - his vision was clouded with tears - trying to convey all the wonders he couldn't say with a look.

He would be able to talk properly if he breathed properly.

In through his nose, slowly, out through his mouth, slowly. In, out... In, out... He didn't realise how tense his muscles were until he relaxed them, feeling exhausted from the effort of keeping them tensed. No wonder they had been shaking. Tears left his face feeling stiff, somewhat sticky, and not seeing any other option, Callum licked his finger tips to deal with the stickiness.

"She's going to file a missing person report," he said, when his breathing was even and his tears had run dry. "You'll get caught by the police, and then how will your plants get fed human bodies?"

Callum paused, suddenly doubting whether he should have said that. It was funny in his eyes, drawing a ghost of a smile to his face, but what if he was wrong? The thought made his pulse spike again, leading to him breathing slowly, trying to calm down. "Can't have my mum's ring. It's mine. Get your own parent." He added, hand curled into a defensive fist.

For the first time, he noticed that Dallen had put gloves on, seemingly specifically for taking his ring. Did Dallen think his sickness was infectious? From the way he had spoke, it sounded as if he already had this sickness. Up was down, thought Callum, trying to make sense of everything.

the way he speaks is really slow and soft, which makes excellent white noise. he makes painting look easy even though it's really hard, so it feels kinda like watching a magic trick

m'sleepy. nin night!

Relieved to left alone even for just a moment, Callum huddled in the corner on the floor, staring intently at Dallen as he moved. Nothing about him made sense, he thought, and laughter bubbled in his chest almost hysterically. "Helping me," he echoed, then let his laughter loose.

His chest and shoulders shook, face split into a grin. Helping him. Dallen was cheerful and funny. A perfect combination.

Feeling lighter from his laughter, he stood, and immediately stumbled. Bracing himself against a wall, Callum rolled his eyes, too tired to particularly care. Being able to leave at sunset was an odd stipulation, but at least he was allowed to leave. He couldn't see himself fighting for his life. Maybe he would, if Ashley were there to tell him how, like a Pokemon trainer. Callum hoped he was a pikachu, although he suspected he might be a metapod; the ugly stage in between the caterpillar and the butterfly.

"You're a funny bloke, aren't you?" He asked Dallen.

Hot and cold. Serial killer vibes, with a hint of Nurse Joy. The Pokemon metaphor was getting away from him.

Tucking his fringe back behind his ears enhanced his vision greatly, and Callum supposed he should have done it a while ago. Eyes were the window to the outside world, and he had covered them with a curtain. He was prone to trying to shut the world away like that. Maybe, if he had been more successful, he wouldn't be in this mess. "What're we doing until sunset? Twiddling our thumbs?" Callum wondered, expecting Dallen to offer him at least some form of entertainment if he was going to trap him inside his house.

It was the least he could do, Callum thought, pushing away a twinge of guilt as he recalled the glory of being presented with medicine.

it's fine, dw! im still super tired today, so i'll probably be slowww. i've literally been staring blankly at my screen for an hour instead of typing lmao. not entirely happy with this post but im tired and can't figure out how to make it better >.>

trailhead you've been a member longer than me lmao

do you wanna rp the vampire or the human? im not certain im understanding you right bc im v tired rn soooo clarification: are you talking about the plot where the human is a bully? cause the vampire's the one that bleeds in that-

haha, that's okie. im pretty tired rn tbh

i have an oc that thinks neon orange hair and using bones covered in glitter glue as accessories are great fashion statements,,, i could use him cause weird's easy to bully,,,, or i could make a new oc if you'd prefer something else?

That sounded awfully boring, but Callum nodded, because it was better than staring into space all day. His busy schedule of having a staring contest with the wall was soundly ruined already, so he might as well do something else. "Dunno anything," he agreed begrudgingly, irked to be agreeing with the man that had locked him inside.

Did Callum sound angry and bitter? Good, he decided. Ashley would be angry. "Migraines just got worse, and now I'm always freezing, like - like a snowman. I'd like to be a snowman. Ideal life expectancy!"

He grinned, turning to see if Dallen did too, only to remember too late that he was supposed to be angry with him. His fringe had only just been tucked back into place and he was already tempted to hide behind it again. Perhaps he would get lucky and sink into a crack in the floor instead. He could become a mouse, and live out the rest of his days nibbling on cheese. Or Dallen's fingers, while he slept. He was angry with Dallen, after all, so he deserved it.

im glad you like the pokemon metaphor Callum is a nerd and spends ages making tiny pokemon out of clay,,, bc miniatures are cool and i needed something creative that's not painting,,,,

oof. good luck with that!! i should probs study too,,,,, i have prelims this month,,, that ive been trying to forget about

The lack of reaction left him withering, like a plant without water. Dallen's mysterious medicine could be the water, he figured, and Dallen himself could be the inattentive gardener, leaving him to wilt.

All this detail was quite unnecessary, and Callum wasn't even sure whether it was entirely relevant. The metaphor was supposed to be about the lack of attention, wasn't it?

He wanted more medicine, just as much as he craved validation. The taste of it lingered in his mouth, taunting him, mercilessly.

At first, Dallen's explanation seemed rather logical. Something the doctor would say, perhaps. Twisting his ring off his finger, Callum frowned at the tender skin beneath. Holding the ring burned his exposed flesh, so he put it in his pocket, wondering if it would burn a hole through his joggers as efficiently as it burned through his skin. A raw, itchy imitation of his ring was all that was left on his finger, leaving him feeling distinctly naked.

"Are you alright?" Callum wondered, when the explanation veered into 'the dog ate my homework' territory.

He paused for effect, then pressed his finger to his temple, making a drilling motion. "Up here, like. Are - are you alright?"

Was Dallen going to take offense? He hadn't before, when Callum called him a weirdo, but perhaps this would be the straw that broke the camel's back. He shifted, hands opening and closing as he struggled with the lack of something to occupy them with. Perhaps his death would be the one that caught Dallen imprisoned.

i hope you're okay!! that sounds like a really horrible experience, especially since exams make people nervous n people get stressed easier when they're nervous. i think you deserve a break from revising today! also snacks. you deserve snacks