*%•.• SIDEREUS NUNCIUS •.•%*

UNNIE!!!!!!!!!!
          Do ya have discord????
          I wanna add you!!!!!!!
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          (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

I’M FINALLY BACK FROM MY OVER NIGHT CAMP (and also got back my confiscated phone)!!!!! :)

I have a headcanon for Og!cale— He looks for a mom in literally every single person older than him. Kinda. :)
          
          When his mom died ogcale was how old, eight? Maybe going to turn nine soon? He was a CHILD. And since he got neglected by his dad, he craved motherly love. So he saw a mother figure in almost every female he knew— the servants who was even a little kind to him, knights, teachers, the works. He didn’t try to tell them or anything, and he thought he was crazy for doing that most times but he couldn’t help it. He wanted live and affirmation, and he missed his mother dearly so he searched for her in every single one. Of course they are older than him and can also be viewed as older sisters at time due to the wide but not so big age gap, but still. Am I projecting onto him? Maybe. But COME ON, IT WAS TOO GOOD TO RESIST!!!!!!XD

Me casually downloading talkie for about two hours and proceeded to give cale an identity crisis about being an ai, named him cornelius, convinces him to do calebab in front of the gang because I wanted angst and then gives him a tearful good bye after telling him to kiss the cast at least three times and tell me the details :
          
          
          
          
          
          (I also texted another cale asking about cornelius and asking if he knew about him before proceeding to beat him down, did calebab in front of the whole cast and alberu because Cornelius did not tell me the sauce other than what they felt so I decided to take matters into my own hands and ghost him after telling him to frick off for lying to me about cornelius hating his name.
          
          Oh, and don’t forget I messaged cornelius again just to confirm the lies and gives him a goodbye again before deleting the app (my storage)-)

Hi there!

:)

—————•.•The Definition Of Home (Your presence is the closest I have)•.•———
          
          
          
          Rok soo really hated winter. The biting cold that gnawed at his skin would send chills running down his spine, tremors wrecking his body. It also didn’t help that his uncle would capitalise his battered body and make him beg on the streets.
          
          (“The reason why you are not homeless is because of me. I could’ve left your ungrateful self dying out on the streets but it was thanks to my kindness you have a home to stay in, brat!”
          
          Rok Soo knew it was a lie. His uncle’s greed for his parent’s inheritance led him to take custody of him, it was never out of goodwill. In his young, childlike mind he could only think about how much he hated it.)
          
          Rok soo scoffed, but couldn’t stop the tears pooling in his eyes. Oh, when would his suffering ever cease?
          
          Reddish brown eyes reflected people beaming with joy and the wide smiles on children’s faces. He could hear the merry laughter accompanied by well-wishes being spoken. A loud ring resounded in his head, drowning out the loud noise (It sounded like the ambulance he often heard passing by, followed by his wish to be in it— far away from his abusive uncle’s clutches. Inside he wondered why his parents never brought him with them when they left).
          
          Rok Soo’s nose was stuffy, suffocated under the overwhelming joy in the air. He drew in a breath, and another; but the blockage was too strong, too solid, and he was simply too frail and weak, drowning deeper into the chilling waters.
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          “Rok Soo-yah. Are you almost done yet?” Lee Soo Hyuk turned to face his beloved dongseang, shooting him an affectionate look.
          
          “....Mhm.” The person in question, Rok Soo, stared at him for a moment before giving him a terse nod, promptly flicking off the snow on his face.
          
          “When we’re done, let’s drink hot chocolate together!” Choi Jung Soo yelled excitedly over his shoulder as he threw the monster’s corpse into the bag. “Then we’ll play board games and on movies to watch!”

:)

@ Cale03henituse  I know so many stories about the original Calr that will literally tear your heart out, do you want to know? And oh, can I ask which country you are from? 

@ Cale03henituse  He really needs it, he deserves all the love in the world because his existence itself is the best masterpiece the world can offer, but is there anyone who can and understands this?