Callum Bran (I’M STRAIGHT)
@mourningraven.bsky.social
A Bran with a plan
I don’t usually look like this. I am straight.
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[oc/parody/rp]
I don’t usually look like this. I am straight.
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[oc/parody/rp]
I hope these antibiotics and whatnot are enough to keep Magpie off my case. Although it is funny how much it seems to annoy her.
Surely just wandering around is good enough. That’s still taking it easy.
Surely just wandering around is good enough. That’s still taking it easy.
November 20, 2025 at 12:17 AM
I hope these antibiotics and whatnot are enough to keep Magpie off my case. Although it is funny how much it seems to annoy her.
Surely just wandering around is good enough. That’s still taking it easy.
Surely just wandering around is good enough. That’s still taking it easy.
<What do you mean, ”excessive purulent drainage and infection.” It was perfectly fine when I reapplied the bandages>
November 16, 2025 at 8:47 PM
<What do you mean, ”excessive purulent drainage and infection.” It was perfectly fine when I reapplied the bandages>
<….Why does it feel like something is off>
November 4, 2025 at 12:06 AM
<….Why does it feel like something is off>
[A very tired Callum stumbles back into Monte d’Or]
Gosb. Okay um. My head.
[He walks to the Ledore manor, lies on the sofa, and immediately falls asleep. His hands are caked in mud]
Gosb. Okay um. My head.
[He walks to the Ledore manor, lies on the sofa, and immediately falls asleep. His hands are caked in mud]
October 19, 2025 at 7:10 PM
[A very tired Callum stumbles back into Monte d’Or]
Gosb. Okay um. My head.
[He walks to the Ledore manor, lies on the sofa, and immediately falls asleep. His hands are caked in mud]
Gosb. Okay um. My head.
[He walks to the Ledore manor, lies on the sofa, and immediately falls asleep. His hands are caked in mud]
[He stumbles out of a casino in Monte d’Or. It’s rather apparent that he is not sober in any way]
You know what I thjink I should do.
[He nods confidently to himself]
Need to find those bin. Those bones.
You know what I thjink I should do.
[He nods confidently to himself]
Need to find those bin. Those bones.
October 17, 2025 at 9:38 PM
[He stumbles out of a casino in Monte d’Or. It’s rather apparent that he is not sober in any way]
You know what I thjink I should do.
[He nods confidently to himself]
Need to find those bin. Those bones.
You know what I thjink I should do.
[He nods confidently to himself]
Need to find those bin. Those bones.
I swear I smell something burning
October 4, 2025 at 12:36 AM
I swear I smell something burning
What an utterly boring day. Empty rat cages. And still no fucking skull pieces anywhere. What is a man to do. I can’t stay in this fancy ass house for much longer if I can’t find anything of use.
October 4, 2025 at 12:11 AM
What an utterly boring day. Empty rat cages. And still no fucking skull pieces anywhere. What is a man to do. I can’t stay in this fancy ass house for much longer if I can’t find anything of use.
WHERE did Miss Woods go. Can she summon poison.
September 16, 2025 at 12:30 AM
WHERE did Miss Woods go. Can she summon poison.
I’m better. Now. Where the fucking did that fucking cat go. Does Miss Woods have some sort of teleportation power.
[He looks at his still-bandaged arms]
<This is just a minor setback! Nothing I can’t handle! If they keep me here any longer—>
[He looks at his still-bandaged arms]
<This is just a minor setback! Nothing I can’t handle! If they keep me here any longer—>
September 15, 2025 at 9:47 PM
I’m better. Now. Where the fucking did that fucking cat go. Does Miss Woods have some sort of teleportation power.
[He looks at his still-bandaged arms]
<This is just a minor setback! Nothing I can’t handle! If they keep me here any longer—>
[He looks at his still-bandaged arms]
<This is just a minor setback! Nothing I can’t handle! If they keep me here any longer—>
Thank god
September 10, 2025 at 11:07 PM
Thank god
<I have to do this on a public computer so no one sees>
September 10, 2025 at 11:01 PM
<I have to do this on a public computer so no one sees>
Ooc// bluesky moderation has hit him come on Callie
September 10, 2025 at 6:10 AM
Ooc// bluesky moderation has hit him come on Callie
[He groans and opens his eyes. With some rest—and a wee blood transfusion—he’s feeling better. Not by much, though]
Hhh…Miss Woods?
Hhh…Miss Woods?
September 8, 2025 at 11:02 PM
[He groans and opens his eyes. With some rest—and a wee blood transfusion—he’s feeling better. Not by much, though]
Hhh…Miss Woods?
Hhh…Miss Woods?
Alright. Miss Woods. Bluejay. Where did she even wander off to?
Maybe this means I can explore the house a little more. While searching, of course.
Maybe this means I can explore the house a little more. While searching, of course.
August 10, 2025 at 8:11 PM
Alright. Miss Woods. Bluejay. Where did she even wander off to?
Maybe this means I can explore the house a little more. While searching, of course.
Maybe this means I can explore the house a little more. While searching, of course.
At times like this I like to watch a new movie. Let’s see what Wreck It Ralph is about.
July 9, 2025 at 4:23 PM
At times like this I like to watch a new movie. Let’s see what Wreck It Ralph is about.
Ooc// I fear I gotta go. Toodles 👍
July 4, 2025 at 6:05 PM
Ooc// I fear I gotta go. Toodles 👍
Again. I would like to remind everyone that I am NOT a 🇺🇸
July 4, 2025 at 4:18 PM
Again. I would like to remind everyone that I am NOT a 🇺🇸
I’d like everyone to know that I am not a freak. At the very least not the freakiest person here.
July 4, 2025 at 12:09 AM
I’d like everyone to know that I am not a freak. At the very least not the freakiest person here.
Oh thank the lord it’s July. I wonder if I can say it now.
July 2, 2025 at 11:39 PM
Oh thank the lord it’s July. I wonder if I can say it now.
[He is storming away from the two cages, reeling from Hershel’s outburst. He knows how similar it was to the sphinx. To the claws pushing against his throat]
Stupid…little fucker…
Stupid…little fucker…
June 29, 2025 at 2:37 PM
[He is storming away from the two cages, reeling from Hershel’s outburst. He knows how similar it was to the sphinx. To the claws pushing against his throat]
Stupid…little fucker…
Stupid…little fucker…
[He hums pleasantly as he wanders through the door and down a hallway, swinging his pistol]
June 20, 2025 at 12:24 AM
[He hums pleasantly as he wanders through the door and down a hallway, swinging his pistol]
I feel another disturbance. Is someone calling me gay again.
June 16, 2025 at 11:11 PM
I feel another disturbance. Is someone calling me gay again.
I sense a disturbance.
I’m sure it’s fine.
I’m sure it’s fine.
June 15, 2025 at 9:48 PM
I sense a disturbance.
I’m sure it’s fine.
I’m sure it’s fine.
<Father’s day. Which I couldn’t care less for. Don’t care where that fucker went, anyway. No need to celebrate him>
June 15, 2025 at 7:42 PM
<Father’s day. Which I couldn’t care less for. Don’t care where that fucker went, anyway. No need to celebrate him>