LaDs-centric account | Hey there! I’m JD, but you might know me as Eerie Promis or SonnyBeee. I don’t self-insert; for me, MC is just another character in the story. I call her Mei and always picture her original model when reading fanfics.
I love exploring deep character dynamics, mythology, and layered storytelling. My writing thrives on tragic love, humor, and power struggles, with a focus on worldbuilding and emotional depth.
I also enjoy unconventional ideas and "what if" scenarios - not because I favor one character over another, but because I love seeing different dynamics play out. I am a Caleb main, with Xavier as my secondary and Rafayel as my bestie - I like them all though. Still won't save any of them from any angsty ideas. (:<
Too many hobbies, switching between them depending on my latest obsession:
✖ Creative: Painting, graphic design, photography, writing, researching, symbolism deep dives, and drawing.
✖ Sports & Skills: Tae Kwon Do, badminton (but also, sleep), piano & drums (gave up on guitar 💀).
✖ Psychology & Typology: MBTI, Socionics, Enneagram, The Big Five - I’ve explored them all.
✖ Past RPG Life: Formerly super active in a Harry Potter RPG forum.
MY WRITING
I have tons of prompt ideas but not always time to write them. If something inspires you, feel free to use it! Just credit the prompt & drop a link - I’d love to read what you come up with! 🧡
I crosspost on AO3, Tumblr, and (sometimes) Reddit, but Tumblr is my main hub. You might also know me as SonnyBeee on Reddit or from my Google Doc "Eerie’s Guide Library".
✨ Welcome to my mind’s chaos - have fun exploring with me! ✨
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AO3 | REDDIT | [& Eerie Promis on the official Discord Server]
LaDs GUIDE FOR BEGINNERS AND ADVANCED PLAYERS
Eerie's Guide Library
Here you can find a collection of several guides on Banners, Combat, Protocores, Abyssal and more. But also an Overview of the LaDs Timeline and Infos of the Love Interests and their Lores and Myths, Gacha Math if you're thinking about buying packs, and Check Lists. There are links to the sources included everywhere. You can copy the Doc to use the Check Lists, but I will be updating the original Doc.
PROMPTS & PREMISES [overview]
✖ Nightborn Syndrome [Magical Girl-AU]
✖ Chrono Rewrite [Time-Travel Fix-It | All LI | Genderbent!Caleb]
✖ MC dies & Caleb loses against the Chip [Caleb vs. MC]
✖ [idea] Daughter of the King-Traitor [Time-Travel | Xavier & Queen MC's Daughter]
✖ Reborn as her Twin-Brother [Caleb POV Time-Travel]
DRABBLES [overview]
✖ Caleb's Failed Psychological Test [Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3]
✖ Paradox Unleashed [Catch-22 AU | Praedator's meet the Canon LI]
✖ Give it to me! [Time-Travel | Genderbent!Caleb, Zayne & MC Cameo]
✖ Optimal Weapons to Destroy Each Other [Caleb vs. MC | Loss of Control]
✖ Anomaly Detected: Meet Yourself, Colonel [Battle against Self | Time-Travel]
✖ A Name to Call Their Own [Caleb, MC, Josephine | Adoption & Mistrust]
✖ The LaDs As Partners-In-Crime [+ Marauders Special]
✖ [soon] Between Light and Gravity [Xavier & Caleb | MC chose Rafayel]
ANALYSES [overview]
✖ Caleb's Failed Psychological Test Mini-Series
✖ The Meaning Behind Their Names
✖ Tragic & Angsty One-Liners for Caleb's Myth
✖ Caleb's Limited Myth - The Six-Winged Angel
✖ POV: You're Hugging Your Favorite LI - Here's What He Smells Like
✖ Caleb Foot Lore Drop™
✖ Caleb Drama & Hypocrisy
✖ 3rd Myth Speculations
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A follow-up after watching the myth :3 added some more themes at the bottom for the future. Forgot to add #Rainbow tho, don't know how relevant that is going to be!
Haven't noticed any snakey imagery in the myth, I did in his CNY card tho, and there seem to be lots of parallels between those two.
Correct me if I forgot any other themes or missed stuff in the myth that I haven't crossed. <3
TAGS: Isekai and Transmigration | Multiverse | Self-Insert | Demisexuality | Unreliable Narrator | Existential Crisis | Self-Worth Issues | Found Family | Slow Burn | Emotional Hurt/Comfort | cozy atmosphere | soft angst | Winter Markets | Flower Shops & Florists | Protective Caleb | Parallel Universes | meta fiction | Characters Aware They’re Fictional (Sort Of) | Game Mechanics References | canon-typical trauma | Grief/Mourning | Domestic | Soft | NPC Escort Quest But Make It Feelings | Universe-Wide Shin-Kicking As A Love Language | JD is Alternate Universe MC | plant crimes | Rom-Coms are Peak | Hidden Tags in the Endnotes
BLURB: Of course the most logical step after being accidentally isekaid into MC’s apartment and realizing you're inside the mobile game you used to play - would be to immediately choose being a "florist with trauma" over "hunter with a death wish."
That's exactly what JD did, obviously.
Now she’s juggling wreaths, winter markets, a very inconvenient crush, and recurring "I shouldn’t exist here" thoughts, while an entire cast of overpowered idiots (fondly) keeps holding her like she does.
Snowflakes were trying to unionize against my bangs.
They stuck there in clumps as I wrestled with the new winter wreath over Philo’s door, on my toes, arm stretched, Jeremiah yelling helpful things like:
"Left. No, your other left."
"I know my other left!", I hissed, nearly falling off the step stool. "I just can’t feel my fingers anymore, that’s all."
"You wanted the outdoor display", he said innocently, counting receipts at the counter. "You said, quote, ‘it’ll be cozy, Jer, trust the vision!’"
"I was emotionally compromised by fairy lights", I muttered.
The wreath finally hooked onto the little nail with a soft thunk. Green branches, golden ribbon, tiny dried oranges Jeremiah had insisted on adding because "aesthetic". Philo’s window glowed warmly behind me, plants silhouetted against the glass. Winter in Linkon had a very specific vibe: like someone had mixed cozy café ambience with light space dystopia.
"Careful coming down, JD", Jer called, not looking up. "If you break your legs, I am not explaining that to the others. Also, your scarf is trailing on the floor again. You’re going to strangle yourself."
I glanced down. The long knit scarf (cream, with tiny embroidered stars) was indeed licking the tiles."That’s what my black belt is for", I said, stepping into Philo again and letting the door fall closed behind me. "I have the balance™." Philo was warm and cozy inside with air that smelled like eucalyptus, wet soil, and Jeremiah’s ridiculous experimental coffee.
"You tripped over your own shoe in front of Rafayel yesterday", he deadpanned.
"That was the floor’s fault."
He snorted. "Sure."
Sometimes I forgot this life was something he’d actually built for me.
The first weeks after I’d woken up in MC’s spare room, head spinning, brain screaming ‘this is not my loading screen’, Jeremiah had been the one who quietly slid a mug of fruit tea across the table and said:
"Okay. So. You don’t exist."
Not like that. More like: system-wise. No ID. No records. No embarrassing school photos. No nothing.
After explaining my situation to him and MC, he’d tapped through forms with casual precision, building a history for me with parents, a totally normal bureaucratic trail that said I’d always been here, including that embarrassing school photo - however he had managed that. And an address that matched the spare room at MC’s apartment. A job at Philo that had started as "temporary" and somehow become "you arranged the entire autumn display so nicely, so I guess I’ll keep you."
So yeah. I owed him and MC. In more ways than one. They became my closest friends - but I was still getting used to the tingling feeling whenever MC and I touched each other accidentally. There was something weird about that, a feeling that got too intense and overwhelming the longer it lasted.
The door chime jingled. I turned, already launching into auto-pilot.
"Welcome to Philo, we’re closing soon so emotional crises must be expressed efficiently-"
"It’s a little early to be scoldin’ me, don’t you think?"
I didn’t even need to see him to know. My stomach did that stupid little drop-then-lift thing.
Caleb stood in the doorway, snow in his hair, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. Civvies, not uniform. Off-duty. Behind him, the streetlight haloed him in orange and gold, like some movie director had gone 'okay, now dramatic entrance shot.'
The universe, honestly.
His eyes flicked over the wreath, then to me, then to Jeremiah. "Heya, Wonderland. Jer", he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I still wasn’t sure when that nickname had started. Probably the day I accidentally called the N109 Zone 'that weird wonderland with crime DLC' in front of him and the others. Caleb had laughed so hard he’d nearly choked on his coffee.
"Hey", I managed. My voice came out a little higher than usual. "You’re … early. I thought Fleet people only touched grass like, three times a year."
"Wow", he said, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "That one of those legendary JD compliments I’ve heard so much about?"
"Don’t worry", Jeremiah said, tying off his bouquet. "She bullies the people she likes. It’s her love language."
"Jer", I hissed.
Caleb’s gaze flicked between us, amused. "Good to know I’m in the VIP tier, then."
My cheeks went warm. Great. Perfect. Fantastic. For someone demisexual who needed approximately 85 cutscenes’ worth of emotional bonding before catching feelings, this timeline had been … unkind.
Not that it was immediate. I hadn’t popped into this world and gone 'oh my god, he’s hot.' The first weeks had been pure survival mode. Panic attacks. "Where’s my phone?" at least twenty times a day. That one time I almost called Sylus "the mafia boss route" to his face - he had looked very confused when MC burst into a fit of giggles, since she somehow knew what I was about to say.
But then time happened. Cups of late-night tea at MC’s place. Caleb talking about flight routes and turbulence like it was the weather. The easy way he leaned against the counter at Philo, arguing with Jeremiah about coffee ratios. How gentle his hands were when he wrapped a bandage around my palm after I’d gone to war with a particularly spiky rose.
Feelings hadn’t struck like lightning. They’d accumulated like snow on a rooftop. Soft. Quiet. Suddenly heavy.
Jeremiah coughed pointedly. "Before we bully the customer into therapy, what can Philo do for the Farspace Fleet’s finest today?" Heh, not that Caleb would ever go to therapy.
"Picking somethin’ up for Pipsqueak", Caleb said, leaning an elbow on the counter with practiced casualness. "She’s stuck at the Association late. Wanted me to pick up the bouquet she ordered for Grandma’s memorial thing tomorrow."
"White lilies with the silver ribbon", Jeremiah said, already moving to the back. "And don’t touch the succulents. They’ve suffered enough."
"I touched them once", Caleb protested.
"The aloe almost burned out of embarrassment by the way you touched the poor thing", I commented amused.
He turned to me, eyes crinkling. "You’re really committed to this bully-the-Colonel bit, huh."
"Yup", Jeremiah’s voice floated from the back. "She threatened to kick Xavier off a ladder once because he wouldn’t let her carry the heavy box."
"In my defense", I said. "I can carry heavy things. And also I know he can do that teleport thingy, he wasn’t in danger."
Caleb made a thoughtful sound. "Remind me not to get on your bad side. Again."
"Again?", I echoed.
"That one time I drank the last lemon soda in MC’s fridge", he said solemnly. "You looked at me like you were calculating where to bury the body."
"… I was", I admitted blushing.
His laugh was warm, low, annoyingly nice to listen to. I hated that I noticed.
Jeremiah came back with the bouquet: winter whites, touches of pale blue, little silver berries that caught the light.
"For Grandma Josephine’s memorial", he said quietly, putting it on the counter. The teasing dropped out of his voice for a moment.
"Thanks", Caleb said, and the way his expression softened around the edges made my chest ache.
Back in my original world, I’d seen his grief in text. A few lines, maybe some CG tears, a dramatic soundtrack. Here, it sat right behind his eyes. Deep. Heavy. And real.
I looked away before I could start spiraling.
"Hey", Jeremiah said suddenly, too casually. "JD still needs to pick up those lantern lights from the winter market. I was going to close early and go with her, buuut …" He tapped the holographic register, which flashed angry red. "Inventory hell. Thought maybe the colonel could make himself useful."
Caleb arched a brow. "Are you … delegatin’ me?"
"Think of it as community service", Jer said. "Also, if she slips on ice and dies, I have to deal with one very upset MC and the five of you. I like living. Please escort my cute little apprentice, thanks." His smile turned unreasonably bright.
I squinted at him. "This feels like emotional manipulation."
"It is", he said fondly. "Now go. Before the good stalls close."
"Wow", I muttered, closing the coat buttons back up. "I get used like an NPC escort quest. And I can walk five minutes without dying, thanks."
Caleb straightened. "I’m okay bein’ demoted to escort JD", he said. "Do I get exp for this?"
"You get mulled cider", Jeremiah said grinning mysteriously. "If JD doesn’t drink it on the way back."
"I did that one time", I protested. "And you drank half of Rafayel’s peppermint latte yesterday at MC’s, so who’s the real criminal here?"
"Out", Jer said, pointing at the door, but he was smiling. He flicked his gaze over me once more: scarf crooked, cheeks already pink from the cold from when I was wrestling with the wreath. For a second his teasing softened into something else, something almost…
"Hang on", Jeremiah muttered.
He stepped closer and tugged my coat sleeve straight, fingers brushing the fraying edge of the cuff I kept forgetting to mend. His touch was quick, careful, like he was fixing a delicate stem.
"There." He let go and cleared his throat a little too loudly. "Don’t let the snow eat you, okay? Philo needs its chaos gremlin back in one piece."
"I am not a chaos gremlin", I protested, even as warmth fuzzed under my skin. "I’m a highly sophisticated agent of ambience."
Caleb huffed a laugh behind me. "You heard the florist, Wonderland."
Jeremiah shot him a look over my shoulder, one I knew started a whole non-verbal conversation I wasn't getting.
"You’re responsible for her", he said lightly. "If she comes back frozen, I’m charging the Farspace Fleet for a new apprentice. And for emotional damages."
"Of course, non-frozen and all warm", Caleb replied, but his answer was serious under the joke.
I rolled my eyes and headed for the door. "You guys talk like I’m a runaway houseplant."
Jer’s gaze followed me all the way to the threshold when Caleb followed me out. I caught the tail end of it when I glanced back – a soft and fond smile was gracing his lips. I reciprocated and waved before leaving.
"Yeah", he said under his breath, mostly to himself. "My favourite one."
The bell jingled again as we stepped into the cold.
"You got good at this fast", Caleb says. "Jeremiah keeps braggin’ about his 'precious apprentice' to anyone who stands still long enough."
Heat crawls up my neck. "I’m just repotting things and not killing them. He’s the actual genius." I had loved having plants at home in my old world and was a proud monstera mom.
"Jack of all trades, master of not dying", he corrects. "That’s what you called it, right?"
I blink. "You remember that?"
"You said it while you were fixing Xavier’s tablet, scolding him and the CPU at the same time." The corner of his mouth lifts. "Kinda hard to forget."
Demisexual brain: This is why we’re in trouble.Because it’s not his face, it’s the way he remembers throwaway comments, the way he watches all of us like he’s keeping mental flight data.
"You came all the way from Skyhaven for a bouquet?", I ask dumbly, mostly to distract myself and change the topic. "Seems excessive. Even for you."
"Got a few days off", he explains. "Needed to check on some folks in Linkon."
"Must be nice", I say wistfully before I can stop myself. "Having someone cross all that airway on a regular basis because you are loved that much. I’m glad MC has you." Because I know how much she has suffered, doesn’t need to be said. He already knew.
He studies me for a beat too long. It’s not the sharp, assessing look he gives criminals or shady Ever executives. It’s slower than that. More… aware. "You say that like you’re not one of the reasons I come down here", he says.
My brain blue-screens. "What?"
He shrugs one shoulder. "MC’s important", he goes on, as if we’re discussing weather patterns. "Always will be. But I like knowing you’re all in one place. Easier to check everyone’s still breathing."
Possessive, yeah. But not just in the romance sense. In the 'these are my people, don’t you dare touch them' sense.
"You’re ridiculously overprotective," I say quietly.
"Yeah." He doesn’t even deny it. "Occupational hazard." … Sure.
As we got closer to central I noticed again that Linkon winter looked like someone had slapped a snow filter on a sci-fi city. Neon holo signs reflected in puddles, breath plumed in the air, and the sky was heavy with clouds that glowed faintly from all the floating snowflake lights.
The market was just a few streets away: rows of stalls, strings of fairy lights overhead, steam curling up from food stands and full of bustling people in the evening.
For a while, Caleb and I just walked. His boots crunched in the thin snow. My scarf kept trying to escape my neck.
"So", he said eventually, glancing sideways. "How’s multiverse assimilation goin’?"
I snorted. "Smooth like a car crash."
"Specific."
"Sometimes … I forget. That this is all… real", I admitted quietly. "Sometimes my brain does the thing. You know. 'You’re gonna wake up. This is a very long, very weird dream. Congratulations, please press X to continue. Press Y to exit.'"
He lifted his left hand, palm out and watched thoughtfully snowflakes land on it. "I thought you were trolling when you told me you’d 'read my story'"
Heat crawled up my neck. "Yeah, about that …"
He hummed. "Took me a while to realize you weren’t just bein’ poetic."
"What, you think I normally talk like that?" I huffed. "'Oh yes, I have read your story, good sir, your foreshadowing was exquisite.'"
"Honestly?", he said. "With you, I wasn’t sure."
I made a face. "Rude."
His lips quirked. "You and Pipsqueak really are similar sometimes."
My heart gave a tiny jolt and then slumped. "That’s not … you know I’m not her, right?"
MC. The center of the universe. The sun his whole orbit bent around. As much his sun as he was hers. I’d seen the way his eyes softened when she walked into a room. Seen the way he’d stand just slightly in front of her in crowded places, like his body had decided he was an automatic shield.
What was I next to that? A glitch in the universe. A stray fragment the cosmos sneezed out.
Caleb stopped walking.
The market noise washed around us - laughter, bells, someone yelling about half-price dumplings. He turned to face me fully, purple eyes reflecting the hanging lights.
"I know you’re not her", he said, softly but firm. "From the moment you turned up at Pipsqueak’s place and knocked over the shoe rack, I knew."
I winced. "And you called Destiny café a 'main menu' for like two weeks", he added, amusement creeping back in. "Hard to forget that."
Heat rushed to my face. "We agreed never to talk about that again."
"But", he continued, and the word landed heavier. "I also knew you weren’t just … background noise."
My throat went tight. "I kind of am, though. This story isn’t about me. It’s about MC and you guys. I’m like … the potted plant in the corner that sometimes gets a screen time by accident."
"Wonderland", he said, and there was that tone again - the one that made it feel like gravity had shifted a degree again, it only ever happened with him. "That’s not how this works."
He lifted his hand, gloved fingers tapping lightly against my forehead.
"Maybe where you came from, we were just … characters on a screen", he said. "But you’ve been here for months now. You helped Jer redesign his storefront. You taught Rafayel how to play that ridiculous cardio VR game. Xavier doesn’t fall asleep in front of you anymore because you poke his cheek every time he does. You are also the only one who actually reads his novel recommendations. We all crossed paths and were able to work together thanks to your interference."
"That’s called positive reinforcement", I muttered, plus I couldn't help it. I was the eldest daughter and older sister in an asian household in my old world.
"And you’re the one who can talk Zayne into taking a nap and convince Sylus not to provoke any of us for entertainment", Caleb finished.
I stared at him. "First of all, I have never convinced Sylus of anything. He just thinks my homemade tea is interesting. Second, Zayne naps because he knows I’ll nag him and not properly sleep myself as a protest if he doesn’t."
"Exactly", Caleb said. "You’re not a background NPC. You’re part of our lives. The universe doesn’t drag someone across dimensions just to decorate the scene. Especially not by accident."
I swallowed. The back of my eyes stung a little.
"That’s not- That’s …", I said weakly at a loss for words.
He smiled. It wasn’t the wide, easy grin he wore when joking with Jeremiah. It was smaller, softer. Almost… tentative.
"Then call it a gut feeling", he said. "I’ve learned to trust those." I've learned to not, I didn't add.
A gust of wind kicked up, sending a flurry of snow between us. Automatically, he stepped closer, to protect me from the harsh coldness.
"Also", he added lightly, voice dropping closer to my ear, "if you keep callin’ yourself a potted plant, I’m gonna start watering you on schedule."
A helpless laugh escaped me. "At least give me nice soil. And a cute pot."
"I’ll talk to Jeremiah", he said. "Philo has standards."
We started walking again, the moment settling between us like fresh snow.
"Another thing", he added. "You’re not subtle, Wonderland", he said gently. "You talk in your sleep sometimes."
I wanted to sink into the snow. "Please tell me I didn’t say anything too embarrassing."
"Nothing I’d hold against you", he said. Then, softer: "You cried once. Said you were sorry we kept dying." The world narrowed to the sound of my heartbeat and the soft hiss of a nearby food stall’s grill.
"I was", I whispered. "Am."
Slowly he said: "This 'me' …" His gaze locked with mine while we walked. "I’m here. I’m alive. I get to complain about paperwork with Xavier, work on a solution against the Toring Chip influence with Sylus, made-up with Zaynie again, get to poke fun at Rafayel’s brattiness, drink questionable coffee at Jer’s shop and argue with you about whether rom-coms are peak cinema."
"They are peak cinema", I muttered automatically.
"And if some other universe didn’t have me there to truly care for you". he added, "then I’m… selfishly glad you’re here to experience it."
My throat closed up.
"We’re … not meant for each other", I said, the words scraping on the way out. "Not like you and MC are. I know that. I’m not trying to steal-"
"I know", he said quietly. "You don’t have to."
His fingers brushed mine, a fleeting touch. Not a promise. Not a confession. Just … a point of contact. "You’re allowed to exist here without apologizin’ for it", he said. "Allowed to be important. Not as a replacement. Just as … JD." Even if you are another version of her, went unsaid.
The way he said my name made something in my chest loosen.
Snow began falling harder, soft flakes catching in his hair, on his lashes. The lights above us reflected in his eyes - purple deepening almost to black at the edges. "And just like MC and I are from the same source … so are MC and you. We will always be connected."
I swallowed. My tongue felt too big in my mouth. "You’re very … convincing, you know that?"
"It’s one of my many flaws", he said lightly. "Along with bein’ devastatingly handsome and chronically overworked."
A laugh burst out of me, the tension cracking. "There it is. The ego."
"Gotta keep my brand consistent", he said.
We passed a stall selling glowing cotton candy, another with knitted hats shaped like various Wanderer mascots. The air smelled like spices, sugar, and something meat-adjacent.
The first weeks here flashed through my mind in quick cuts: MC pressing a plushie into my hands for comfort to add to the other dozen she had already given me. Rafayel dramatically fainting onto Philo’s couch when I told him fashion trends from my world but also asking me for my perspective on any ideas and new paints he’d come up with. Xavier quietly fixing my bookshelf when it collapsed under too many plant pots and also reading all of my novel recommendations, overall being someone I could talk about "the old days" times that equated my own world. Sylus patiently adjusting my stance when I practiced kicks "just in case". I was still kind of intimidated by Sylus’ intense presence - but he did tone down his enigmatic teasing for my sake. Zayne was as gentle as a snowflake and really understanding whenever we crossed paths and would ask me if he could do a check-up on my health whenever we met outside of hospital visits, occasionally surprising me with his dry humour. They were all mother hens in their own right, honestly.
And Caleb. Always somewhere in the periphery at first. A shadow in MC’s doorway when I woke from a nightmare. A presence in the kitchen making midnight noodles. The warm weight of his gaze whenever I slipped and used game terms by accident.
He hadn’t pushed. Just … orbited around me.
Annoyingly effective strategy to make me get used to him.
"Everyone got real nosy when you turned up, y’know", he said, cutting into my thoughts, probably aware I was getting lost in wonderland inside my mind again.
"I noticed", I said. "It was like being the new kid in school, but the people asking for my star sign also have superpowers."
He laughed. "Xavier tried to analyze your speech patterns. Raf wanted to psychoanalyze you. Sylus kind of wasn’t surprised. Zayne asked me if you were a space-time anomaly."
"What did you say?", I asked. That theory was oddly accurate tho. Well, he was the Foreseer.
"I told him you were a friend of Pipsqueak’s who needed a place to stay", he said simply.
Warmth spread through my chest.
We reached the lantern stall: delicate glass globes with tiny Evol-reactive filaments inside, pulsing softly like captured stars. I got distracted, of course, leaning over to peer at the wiring.
"If you lick that, you’re getting electrocuted", Caleb said behind me.
"Why would I lick- you know what, never mind", I said. "I’m not Xavier."
"Fair", he said.
I picked out a set of lanterns and paid. When I turned, Caleb had the mulled cider for Jer already in one hand and was watching the lights, expression distant.
"You okay?", I asked before I could stop myself.
He blinked, focused back on me. "Yeah. Just thinkin’." We started walking back toward Philo, lantern bag swinging in my hand. For a moment, I let what he’d said settle.
"Dangerous habit", I finally replied lightly.
"Mm. I was just rememberin’ … back when I thought you were gonna disappear any second."
My breath caught. "Like … glitch out?"
"Somethin’ like that", he said. "Then you stayed. You argued with Raf about brush types. You helped MC paint her room. You yelled at me for not wearin’ a scarf."
"You never wear a scarf", I said. "Your neck is gonna get cold and fall off."
"That’s not how necks work, Wonderland."
"In my reality it is", I huffed.
He rolled his eyes, but his smile was fond. "Point is … the multiverse didn’t erase you. You’re here. Solid. And lately you’ve been lookin’ at us like we’re about to disappear on you."
Ouch. Accurate.
"I mean", I said, staring very hard at a nearby pretzel stand, "statistically speaking, your odds aren’t great."
He snorted. "You really just hit me with statistics."
"In every version of the story I knew", I continued, ignoring his snort, "you died. Or almost. Or something horrible happened." Even Caleb looked deep in thought at that, I let him ponder about it for a while, before breaking the silence once again.
"Hey, Caleb?", I said quietly.
"Hm?"
"If you ever … don’t come back from a mission", I said, "I’m gonna kick you in the shins in every reality."
He huffed a laugh. "That’s … impressively violent as a threat. For you."
"I mean it", I said. "I’ll haunt your ghost. Your spirit will feel my angry kicks forever."
"I’ll keep that in mind next time the Deepspace Tunnel tries somethin’", he said, voice soft. "'Return alive or get eternally shin-kicked by JD.'"
"Exactly", I said. "Fear is a powerful motivator."
"Hold still", he murmured suddenly, giving me the cider.
I froze, when his gloved hands wrapped my scarf a little tighter around my neck, tugging the ends so they sat more evenly. The motion was absurdly careful.
"There", he said, fingers brushing my jaw as he let go to take back the mulled cider from my hand. "Can’t have you freezin’ before you bring Jeremiah his drink. He’ll complain about me letting his precious apprentice get sick for weeks." I snorted at that, it did make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Jer had probably felt the most real out of all of them, back when I first crashed into this universe. I had already liked him a lot as a side character even in my old world - that affection only grew ever since he and MC teamed up to helped me find an identity here and get settled.
We reached the quieter street where Philo sat tucked between an old tea shop and a little bookstore. The wreath I’d hung earlier framed the door, fairy lights twinkling.
I stopped just outside, breath puffing white in the air. Caleb took another step before noticing and turning back.
"What’s up?", he asked confused.
I hesitated, then blurted, "Can you … stay there for a sec? Don’t move."
His brows rose. "Uh … sure?"
I took a step back onto the sidewalk, squinting at him, then the shop, then him again, like I was lining up a photo in my mind.
Snow was still falling in gentle waves and Philo’s warm light glowed behind him. "Okay", I said, mostly to myself. "That’s … um. Perfect."
"You plannin’ to sketch me?", he teased. "'Draw me like one of your Linkon boys'?"
"Oh shut it", I said embarrassed, my cheeks burned. "I just- this would make a nice … memory. That’s all."
He studied me for a second, something soft flickering across his face.
"Then let’s make it a good one", he said.
Before I could ask what he meant, he stepped closer. Not too close - just enough that I had to tilt my head up a little more than usual. His free hand reached out, fingers brushing a snowflake from my bangs, then pausing to gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
The world narrowed to the warmth of his skin, the cold air on my cheeks, the way his eyes looked at that distance: sharp and soft at the same time. (When did he take off that glove? Not now, brain. Focus. Focused I am, said my inner Yoda-voice back.)
"There", he murmured. "Now you don’t look like a half-frozen hedgehog."
"I was going for half-frozen hedgehog", I countered, voice a little breathless from my heart racing dangerously. "It’s my brand.”
"Too late", he said, stepping back just slightly, enough for the air to move between us again. "I upgraded you."
"To what?", I asked, because my brain had turned to mush.
He tilted his head, considering. "To someone I’m really glad exists in this universe," he said simply.
My heart did a weird, painful, happy twist.
"Gross", I said faintly. "That was so cheesy."
"You love it", he said.
"Maybe", I muttered.
The door behind him opened a crack. Jeremiah stuck his head out, eyes flicking between us.
"Oh good, you’re not dead", he said. "Did you get my cider?"
Caleb and I both jolted apart like guilty teenagers.
"Yes", I said quickly, lifting the bag in my hand. "Also lanterns. And trauma bonding. And snow."
"I didn’t order trauma bonding", Jer said. He already got that. "I’ll take the cider, though."
He disappeared back inside, mulled cider in tow. I huffed out a laugh I hadn’t realized I was holding. Caleb shook his head, smiling. "C’mon, Wonderland", he said. "Let’s get inside before you turn into a popsicle."
We stepped over the threshold together, bells chiming overhead, warm air wrapping around us. For a second, with the snow melting on my coat and his shoulder brushing mine, the whole scene felt like it had been ripped straight from one of those pretty CG images I used to stare at on my phone.
Only this time, I wasn’t swiping through someone else’s story.
I was in it. Even if my role wasn’t epic, or fated, or main-character-shaped.
It was mine.
And for now, walking into a flower shop with a too-important boy who’d let me kick his shins in my threats and tuck myself into the edges of his universe … that felt like more than enough.
All this time, I was not aware of MC and the others planning something bigger for me, to integrate me into their cozy inner circle of love and affection.
END NOTES
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Hidden Tags
#Pre Polecule
#Found Family But They All Want To Date Each Other Eventually
#Polyamory Negotiations Happening Offscreen
#Project: How To Lure JD into the Polecule & Accept Existing
#Jer on Advanced Denial Mode of His Own Feelings
There are lots of themes regularly present in Caleb's cards and I'm sure Caleb's writing team will cook deliciously as always somehow combining these.
While I was working on a Notion for Caleb's Content Timeline and summarising Yearly Nostalgia something stood out to me and sent me on a whole Investigation Hunt.
No celestial themes will be mentioned here (I'm still a Caleb Fallen Angel / Sun Guardian Angel truther, but this post is not about that this time.)
It all started with me stumbling over MC shooting Sophora flowers at Caleb - it made me curious about the meaning of the flower. And that made me find out just how much everything mentioned so far is connected.
I've screenshot everything I looked up and will be adding them here in chronological order of how I stumbled over the next thing. My mind is kinda blown right now and I'm suuper excited what his myth is going to be in the end! :3
[This was also posted on Reddit. It has a little bit more detail and content here tho.]
There are several ghost trees and all of them are in some way integrated in Caleb's cards! Here is an X-Post about the 5 sacred "ghost" trees and their connections to Caleb.
What if this image with the bridge was never supposed to be about a 6th Love Interest?
Caleb always references birds, cages, the desire for freedom
In the beach banner one ending had a duck floatie. I think he also mentioned swallows somewhere, birds in general and doves.
A friend of mine pointed out the mythological Fenghuang bird, so what if Caleb might be the bird, and MC the white snake? Meaning both would be natural enemies able to destroy each other. (staying in theme here)
Caged Wings is also one of Caleb's daily sets and was added with the Tomorrow's Catch-22!
Another name of this creature is also "Chinese Phoenix"
MC as the White Snake
Yeah I've been thinking that MC might be the white snake. In the legend it is also a female. And that first image might be a sci fi version of MC's nightmare where calebs life energy is being sucked in a jungle by vines
The Nightmare:
My friend also found this while looking up what the meaning of apple tree blossoms were in chinese symbolism!
... they are asscociated with a certain goddess apparently:
Queen Mother of the West
The Queen Mother of the West, known by various local names, is a mother goddess in Chinese religion and mythology, also worshipped later in neighbouring countries. She is attested from ancient times.
She has numerous titles, one being Yaochi Jinmu (瑤池金母, the "Golden Mother of the Jade Pond (瑤池)" (also translated "Turquoise Pond"))
In Chinese salvationist religions, she is believed to be the same being as their main deity, Wusheng Laomu (Chinese: 無生老母; lit. 'birthless old mother', also known as Wujimu (無極母; lit. 'infinite mother'). The title, Wujimu, signifies the absolute principle of reality, or the creational origin of all things.)
After her integration into the Taoist pantheon, she gradually took on associations with other aspects, such as immortality, as well as being the god of stars, directions, profit, and the sun and moon.
The Queen Mother of the West is widely known for serving peaches to her guests, which would then make them immortal. She normally wears a distinctive headdress with the Peaches of Immortality suspended from it.
Her husband also... is King of "Trees/Wood"
Caleb is associated with Trees and Wood a lot.
Peaches
Regarding the peaches of the Queen Mother I looked up if anything peach related was near MC or ever mentioned at all and found this reddit post.
The OP writes:
"I can't stop thinking about Tara messaging us for the new years, it feels important, though what she says seems trivial. Texts in this game are usually important. Both her chinese and Japanese names refers to peaches, and in China, peaches represent immortality which seems like an important connection to MC. She then offers MC the option between peach or chocolate. Again peaches are being brought up. Instead of chosing peach, MC choses chocolate which represents prosperity, luck and good fortune. Does this represent MC's desire to be happy rather than continue her immortal life? Also, Tara is a tarot reader. In tarot peaches represent happiness and the fullfillment of wishes. Could Tara be a key in completing MC's cycle? She is the first person we meet, even before Xavier and we still don't know her evol, tho it undoubtedly is related to her tarot abilities."
The garden was basked in golden sunlight, casting dappled patterns of light through the overgrown wooden ladder where Caleb had decided - quite dramatically, in MC’s opinion - to station himself among the roses. One arm slung casually over the wooden frame, his profile turned just enough to catch the light. His eyes shimmered violet beneath his lashes, distant and broody.
MC didn’t look up from her glass as she sipped the iced tea grandma had made, but her smirk was audible.
“Is this your ‘brooding but handsome’ pose?” she asked. “You’ve been practicing, haven’t you?” Caleb didn’t answer right away. He tilted his head slightly - enough to let a lazy smile spread across his face.
“Would you believe me if I said it was accidental?” he drawled.
“Not even a little.”
He chuckled, low and easy, then finally turned to face her. The sunlight caught his hair and collarbones, and MC could practically hear the sound of a thousand fangirls short-circuiting somewhere in the galaxy.
A beat passed. Caleb shifted slightly, still half-lounging, but now watching her with a familiar glint in his eye. “Well, you’re the one who said I look good when I’m brooding,” he said, voice smooth. “This is me giving the people what they want.”
“There are two people here, and I’m filing a complaint.” She didn’t even blink.
He chuckled. “Make it in triplicate. I like it when you get all bossy with the paperwork.”
That earned him a look, but neither of them broke eye contact. It lasted a little too long, even as he finally got up. There was mischief in his stance now, the way he pushed off the ladder and took a few steps closer. A soft breeze rustled the garden, swaying the flowers. The wooden ladder creaked behind him, but Caleb didn’t move.
MC’s voice dropped. Softer now. “… You always do this.”
He tilted his head, feigning innocence. “What? Look handsome in rose gardens?”
“No.” Her voice tightened just a bit. “Make me forget we’re supposed to be mad at each other.”
He didn’t answer right away. Just leaned forward like gravity pulled him into her orbit, reaching out to brush a stray rose petal from her hair. His fingers lingered for half a second- long enough to steal her breath. It was gentle and familiar. He’d done it a hundred times before and would do it a hundred more.
“That’s unfair,” he said, voice low and husky. “I was never mad at you.”
She exhaled through her nose, smirking despite herself. “Still counts if I was winning.”
Caleb’s mouth tugged into a smile, quiet and warm. “You always are.”
“Still,” she said, swirling the ice in her glass, “if this is your idea of an apology, it needs more snacks.” Caleb paused and his smile changed.
Softer, deeper, with a glint of something mysterious behind it. When he spoke again, his voice dropped lower, the words smooth like melted chocolate. “Then let me sweeten the deal.”
Her breath hitched. Just slightly. And he noticed. Of course he did. He didn’t close the distance. Just let the promise hang in the air like the scent of the roses around them. She met his gaze, daring, defiant.. But her smirk wasn’t quite as steady anymore. She should’ve known better than to try to win against someone who’d been reading her like an open book since childhood.
Here are my takes on Caleb, Zayne and Sylus based on the idea that the 3rd myths are ascending their prior myths. (Like they apparently did for Raf and Xav)
CALEB: Fallen Aetherborn - Devourer of Skies
“I’m not here to save the world. I’m what’s left when it ends.”
ZAYNE: The Fatewright - Architect of Ending
“I never believed in destiny. But someone had to write it.”
SYLUS: Endbringer - Eater of Kings
“They made me their monster. So I made myself their god.”
Feel free to pick and choose from these suggestions and copy & paste them into your in-game surveys. These are ideas a few girlies and I gathered, and I've restructured and condensed them into categories.
✦ GENERAL GAMEPLAY & EVENTS
Please increase permanent mini-game options to diversify gameplay beyond Kitty Cards and Claw Machine. A “My Room” or “Co-op Mode” (for mini-games or Orbit battles) would be amazing.
Add more long-term goals to Abyssal Chaos. Reset the reward track monthly so rewards can be re-earned. This would make it a consistent and reliable resource instead of a dead-end system.
Banner durations are too short. 7–10 days is not enough time to plan pulls or save. Please extend banners to 2–3 weeks like other gacha games.
Stop oversaturating multi-banners. Too many banners per month is overwhelming and discouraging for both F2P and spenders.
✦ RESOURCES & BALANCING
Add more consistent ways to earn diamonds, especially for endgame players. Increase rewards for Orbits, Abyssal Chaos, Bounty Hunts, and 5★ Memory upgrades. Plus better rewards for higher Orbit levels.
Improve drop rates for plushies (especially shiny & wanderer) and Bottle of Wishes/Crystals from Stage 9 Bounty Hunts. SSR bottles should also be obtainable on the last stage.
Allow trading in duplicate plushies (e.g. with friends) or refreshing plushie placement in Claw Machine.
Add pity system to Galaxy Explorer. The randomness makes ranking up 4★ cards frustrating.
Add more affinity-based rewards (Heartfelt Gift frequency, better poses for Rafayel and Sylus).
A way to initiate calls and video calls with the male leads.
Make Illusio permanent/bring it back with the ability to change MC's outfit too.
✦ CHARACTER & STORY CONTENT
Please give Sylus and Caleb more content to match the card counts, anecdotes, and bonds of Zayne/Xavier/Rafayel.
Release main story updates more regularly and provide a roadmap of upcoming content.
Let us decorate and use our own home as a meeting place with LIs, instead of being limited to the café.
Let us choose backgrounds like LI’s homes in the Café based on affinity.
Please include more voiced lines for the female lead. We would love to hear her voice more frequently, especially in 5-star memories and events. Also, please give us the option to mute her voice if desired.
Add bond scene choices (accept/decline date offers from LIs) and more romantic poses for underrepresented LIs.
✦ CUSTOMIZATION & UI QUALITY OF LIFE
Allow MC’s custom avatar to appear in battle, story, and mini-games. Currently the black-haired default breaks immersion.
Include a feature to turn back time inside a memory scene.
Add more customization options: curly hair, more skin tones, eye/hair color wheel, voice toggle in cutscenes.
Add wardrobe lock for outfits and accessories.
Include more outfits and poses in the chocolate shop (especially past banner content).
Increase the MC’s memory/photo showcase limit on profile beyond 6.
✦ TECHNICAL IMPROVEMENTS & ACCESSIBILITY
Game storage size is getting too large. Please optimize file size and fix long loading times and lag since 3.0.
Please address bugs more consistently. Many issues are reported after major updates and go unacknowledged.
Increase daily stamina cap (standard + Aurum Pass), or allow catch-up collection for missed Aurum rewards.
Make missed event shop items (e.g., BGM, stickers) available during reruns for newer players. Bring back the special store events that accompanied previous reruns.
Add landscape mode during kindles.
Make the pause button and photo button available in the Spring Banner memories especially. MC’s phone overlay is blocking them.
Allow claiming past daily stamina / Aurum rewards retroactively.
Adjust the lighting in animated scenes to properly represent Black characters and people of color.
Utilize crit rate for probability of DMG than RNG. (e.g. 100% crit rate should crit all the time)
We want to be able to see our MC's face clearly
PC Version of the game, because it will just keep growing and take more storage space. (Include better graphics and landscape mode for PC)
Controller Support
Settings for reducing motion sickness
Communicate how much GB free space a new update is going to require.
✦ COMMUNITY & ENGAGEMENT
Add a Golden Saucer-style area (Final Fantasy) where we can enjoy fun, live events and minigame challenges with other players.
Introduce a pseudo-open world area with major key locations where players can run around as their MC, meet LIs or friends, and play mini-games together.
Start regular Q&A or dev notes to engage with player feedback more transparently.
Let us gift premium items (Aurum Pass, Heartfelt Promise) to friends.
Add options for player-to-player interaction: co-op mini-games, voice chat links, or room visits.
The pity seems to get harder, increase the probability of soft pity.
Archangel #392:
You are all hereby expelled from the Celestial Order for… reasons.
Zayne:
Be specific. I follow rules. I demand a list.
Archangel #392:
Fine.
- Caleb: weaponized charm.
- Xavier: excessive napping.
- Sylus: illegal dragon transformation during choir practice.
- Rafayel: painted over the Gates of Heaven in coral blood.
- Zayne: terrifying interns into sainthood.
- And all of you: disruption of harmony because of your arguments.
Caleb:
They liked it. The interns were into it. Ask them.
Rafayel:
You said "express yourself" and I expressed. Besides, the Gate was dull.
Sylus:
You’re all just mad I accidentally set the Cherub harp section on fire as collateral damage.
Xavier (half-asleep): ... Why are we here?
EARTH, POST-BANISHMENT - THEIR MISSION: "BUILD TEAMSPIRIT"
They land, shirtless, sparkly, with glowing restraints labeled "CELESTIAL REHABILITATION UNIT"
MISSION: "Do Good Deeds"
Zayne is medically clearing squirrel bites at a vet clinic.
Sylus is selling "blessed" fake merch at a street market.
Caleb is banned from three nurseries for "inspiring rebellious behavior."
Xavier is asleep in a tree hugging a baby duck.
Rafayel is "accidentally" inspiring a cult of art students who now worship him as the Sea God of Thirst.
Heaven (via voicemail):
This is not what we meant by "inspiring hope."
MISSION: "Bond as a Team"
Archangel Jenna makes them do a trust fall.
Sylus:
If any of you drop me, I will rebuild Tartarus with your bones.
Rafayel (catching him):
Ugh, you’re heavier than your trauma.
Caleb:
Okay, but who let Zayne write the team values document in Latin??
Zayne (deadpan):
It was thematically appropriate.
Xavier (waking up mid-fall):
... I dreamed we failed this mission.
MISSION: "Public Outreach - Talk to Humans"
Caleb:
Heya, pipsqueaks. Want an apple? It’s only mildly cursed.
Sylus:
Want to make a pact with a shadowy celestial being with excellent hair?
Rafayel:
If you join my cult, I’ll paint you into something people will never forget.
Zayne:
Don’t talk to strangers. Especially not us.
Xavier:
I think my bird just created a fan club ...
BACK IN HEAVEN’S FILE ROOM
The Celestial Review Board reads the Earth logs.
Archangel #392 (reading):
They failed to build peace but created the most aesthetically pleasing chaos known to man.
Archangel #274:
Are we … keeping them?
Archangel #392 (sighs):
Put them under extended probation. Send them more missions. And maybe … sell merch.
EARTH REHAB FACILITY - THERAPY CIRCLE, DAY 37
Therapist (Angel Rank B-):
Okay, welcome back to "Healing Through Harmony". Alright boys, you’ve been sent here for the same reasons again. Anyone want to read the list?
Caleb (leaning back):
Let’s see ... "General insubordination. Disregard of celestial protocol. Too many emotionally charged declarations mid-battle. Excessive shirtlessness." Oh, and ...
Rafayel (sipping tea):
Don’t forget "constant work disruption due to bickering."
Zayne (pulling out a highlighter):
I submitted that complaint.
Sylus (smirking):
And I submitted an appeal to be more disruptive.
Therapist (sighing heavily):
Let’s go around the circle and share. Caleb, would you like to start?
Caleb (arms crossed, halo cracked for ✨edgy aesthetic✨):
No.
Therapist:
… Thank you for your vulnerability. Xavier, why do you have a duck?
Xavier (holding a duck):
I don’t see the problem. She follows me. She’s loyal. Her name is Jezebel now.
Therapist:
That’s … just a duck, Xavier.
Xavier:
She’s an empath.
THERAPY SESSION: "DESCRIBE YOUR BIGGEST CHALLENGE"
Zayne (perfect posture, 16 journals in his lap):
No one reads the daily agendas. Not even the one titled "How Not to Burn Down A Kitchen: A Team Exercise."
Sylus (chewing a stolen cinnamon bun):
We were testing fire safety. You’re welcome.
Rafayel (filing his nails with a blessed dagger):
My biggest challenge is existing next to this chaos without wine. Do you even understand the emotional labor of looking this good and carrying this team?
Caleb:
You haven’t carried anything but your mirror.
Zayne:
I also made a five-week training schedule with assigned cleaning duties. No one read that either.
Caleb:
I read it. I just folded it into a paper plane and set it on fire mid-flight for dramatic effect.
Sylus:
You also rewrote the group chant to include "emotional devastation is growth."
Rafayel:
That was beautiful, by the way.
Xavier:
I was banned from three kitchens last week. Apparently, "don’t microwave the metal tools" is a thing.
Zayne: (snaps pen)
THERAPY SESSION: "SAY SOMETHING NICE ABOUT EACH OTHER"
Sylus (eye twitching):
Fine. Caleb has ... chaotic conviction and good social skills.
Rafayel has excellent cheekbones for someone so emotionally unavailable.
Xavier- honestly, you're a cryptid, I have no idea what you are but I respect it.
Zayne ... I trust you to plan my funeral.
Zayne:
Thank you. It’s already in the itinerary.
Caleb (smirking):
Aw. Group hugs? No? Shame.
Rafayel:
My turn. Caleb looks like an apocalypse I’d flirt with.
Zayne is the only person who hasn’t tried to kill me yet and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
Xavier’s duck has better fashion sense than most humans.
Sylus- you setting the harp section on fire almost ruined my coat but it brought out the pink in my eyes, so thanks?
Xavier:
Rafayel’s art made me cry once. I think.
Zayne gave me a handbook. I used it to stabilize a chair.
Caleb's loyalty is feral and oddly effective.
Sylus doesn’t start fights, he just ends them.
MISSION: "Public Outreach 2.0"
Zayne:
Volunteered at a clinic. Scared three patients into flawless recovery.
Sylus:
Sold fake energy shields to billionaires. Funded a food truck for the poor.
Rafayel:
Taught an "aura painting" class. Accidentally became a TikTok thirst trap. Not sorry.
Xavier:
Gave a workshop on "Light Safety." Set the projector on fire. Rebranded it as a "holy flare show."
Caleb: Got hired at a bakery. Gave free cookies and unsolicited flirting. They call me "Pastry Daddy" now.
MISSION: "Group Activity: Bake Cookies Together"
Zayne:
Why is the oven glowing red?
Sylus (rolling dough with his knuckles):
Because Rafayel tried to sauté icing.
Rafayel (fanning himself with the exploded parchment):
I said it needed drama- culinary tension is essential for flavor.
Caleb (raising an eyebrow while mixing with precision):
Who even sautés icing? That’s not flair, that’s a fire hazard.
Xavier (in the background, followed by a sudden white poof!):
... I think the flour was pressurized.
Zayne starts writing apology letters in calligraphy to the oven spirits.
THERAPIST REPORT
SUMMARY:
Team: Still unhinged.
Progress: None.
Outfits: Immaculate.
Energy: Concerningly sexy.
Recommend: No kitchen access. One (1) group mission involving a shared enemy. Preferably fate.
HEAVEN'S GOT TALENT - Probation Edition™
Archangel Host (sparkling clipboard, dead eyes):
Welcome to Heaven’s Got Talent: Probation Edition™!
Our contestants today? Five ex-angels on thin metaphorical ice. Compete to earn back your wings - or at least stop being HR’s problem.
ACT 1: SYLUS - DRAGON ENERGY POETRY SLAM
Sylus (stepping up in smoke):
My heart is fire, my thoughts are void,
Your gaze? Pathetic. Your will? Destroyed.
Mic turns to dust. The judges look shaken.Caleb (clapping aggressively):
Yes, DRAGON DADDY. PULVERIZE THE MIC.
Rafayel:
It’s giving !I set my ex’s soul on fire and journaled about it."
ACT 2: ZAYNE - LIVE HEART SURGERY & STAND-UP SET
Zayne (putting on gloves):
Today, I will perform a coronary bypass while roasting my team.
Zayne (scalpel ready):
Caleb thinks "emotional support" means threatening someone’s boss.
Xavier once called a microwave "an unpredictable sun box."
Sylus is why I sleep with pepper spray.
Rafayel brings his trauma to brunch like it’s a +1.
Rafayel (off-stage, sipping tea again):
Excuse you. My trauma wears Chanel.
ACT 3: RAFAYEL - FLAME ART & INTERACTIVE EMOTIONAL DAMAGE
Rafayel (shirt open, paintbrush on fire):
Observe. I shall paint your soul. With judgment. And glitter.
Angelic Audience Member:
You made my childhood sadness look … aesthetic.
Rafayel (blows kiss):
That’s because pain is art. And I’m your favorite mistake.
Caleb:
I volunteer to be your next muse. Set me on fire emotionally.
Sylus: Please don’t encourage him.
ACT 4: XAVIER - LIVE LIGHTSHOW / UNINTENTIONAL CHAOS DEMO
Xavier (standing center stage, voice steady):
I will demonstrate the memory-encoding capacity of light.
This scene is from the first time someone made me smile.
Light swirls into a delicate, glowing tableau- soft colors, a distant hill, the faint echo of laughter. It’s beautiful. Then one of the light threads overcharges and short-circuits the stage’s entire left wing.Rafayel (now outlined in accidental sparkles):
Was that a memory or a celestial attack?
Zayne (blinking in the dim emergency lights):
This is why we use rehearsals, Xavier.
Xavier (genuinely confused):
It was working fine when I tested it on the roof.
Caleb: Of course it was. The roof doesn’t have fire codes.
ACT 5: CALEB - UNHINGED MULTI-SKILL DEMO
Caleb (in an apron, holding an apple, standing next to a half-assembled motorcycle):
Today I’ll be cooking, fixing a ride, and seducing everyone in this room.
Sylus:
You’re literally just doing thirst traps with tools.
Caleb:
It’s called branding.
Rafayel:
It’s called cheating. He’s using his "Pipsqueak Voice."
Xavier (quietly holding up a 10):
He’s not wrong. It’s effective.
FINAL JUDGEMENT - HEAVENLY COURTROOM, AGAIN, UNFORTUNATELY
The floor glows with ancient sigils. Divine trumpets blare in the background. Somewhere, a choir is trying to harmonize over the sound of Rafayel sighing too loudly.
The five Angels on probation stand in formation. Sort of. Caleb is leaning. Rafayel is twirling a paintbrush. Xavier is glowing slightly. Sylus is smirking. Zayne looks like he’s regretting immortality.
Archangel Council (collectively):
You stand accused of violating the Celestial Accord of Order & Grace. Today your probation time will be judged and further future plans will be decided.
THE COUNCIL DELIBERATES
Archangel #1:
They’re unstable. Dangerous. Beautiful.
Archangel #2:
Sylus turned the Choir of Peace into a metal band.
Archangel #3 (whispers):
Caleb flirted with Justice.
Archangel #1 (whispers back): Justice flirted back.
THE FINAL VERDICT
High Judge (wings unfolding):
After much deliberation … and celestial therapy bills …
We sentence you to:
- Continue your Earth-bound mission.
- No access to divine kitchens.
- No open flame usage for Rafayel.
- No seduction-based diplomacy for Caleb.
- No unauthorized animal adoptions for Xavier.
- No scheduling surprise "mandatory reflection sessions" for Zayne.
- No group baking. Ever again.
Mods and Deepbias - Open Letter about the Toxicity in the Official Discord
If you've been feeling frustrated, isolated, or unfairly targeted due to biased moderation and ongoing toxicity in the official Love and Deepspace Discord server, you're not alone. Below you'll find two versions of an open letter addressing these serious concerns directly to Love and Deepspace's customer service. Feel free to copy, customize, and send this letter to the game's support team.
Together, we can ensure our voices are heard, bring attention to this issue, and advocate for a safer, fairer, and more welcoming environment for all fans. By speaking out, we remind the company that their global moderation team should embody fairness, respect, and genuine support - not bias, toxicity, or unfair treatment of fans.
Your voice matters. Let's work together to reclaim a healthier fandom space.
You can also send these letters to the ingame Customer Service and/or mention them in future surveys.
Version 1:
Subject: Concerns Regarding Bias and Moderation Issues in the Official Love and Deepspace Discord Server
Dear Love and Deepspace Customer Support,
I am writing as a dedicated and passionate player who has grown increasingly concerned about the ongoing moderation bias on the official Love and Deepspace Discord server, particularly concerning Caleb fans and our experiences within the community.
It has become apparent that certain members of your moderation team exhibit clear biases against Caleb fans (also affectionately known as Caleb girlies). Unfortunately, these biases have resulted in unfair treatment, unjustified timeouts, and in some cases, unwarranted permanent bans. This has severely impacted the community's morale and our ability to freely and safely participate in server activities.
To outline some specific concerns:
Historical Bias:
- Before Caleb's official release as a love interest, moderators openly mocked and discouraged discussions about him, dismissing Caleb as merely an NPC. Community members who anticipated his release were banned without reasonable cause.
Recent Bias and Unfair Treatment:
- Leading up to Caleb's Myth release event, numerous Caleb fans have again been targeted with unjust timeouts. Moderators used the server's search function specifically to find minor infractions to justify extending these punishments.
- Comparatively, similar infractions by fans of other love interests often receive no punishment or merely warnings.
Lack of Safe Space and Hostility:
- Caleb's dedicated Discord channel has experienced continuous disruptions from fans of other characters without adequate moderation intervention. However, Caleb fans face immediate repercussions when defending themselves.
- Moderators have shown tolerance or even indirect encouragement toward negative comments and hostility against Caleb fans.
Impact on Community and Player Experience:
- Due to consistent negative experiences, many Caleb fans, new and old, have felt unwelcome and driven out of the official server.
- This has led Caleb fans to create external Discord servers to enjoy discussions peacefully, indicating a clear failure of the official moderation system to provide a supportive and welcoming environment.
We kindly ask for your immediate attention to these issues. Transparent, fair, and unbiased moderation is crucial for maintaining a healthy and vibrant community. We deeply appreciate the game, its lore, and its characters, including Caleb, and we seek nothing more than equitable treatment and a safe environment for all players.
Thank you very much for considering our concerns. We look forward to your prompt response and a resolution that allows all members of your community to engage positively with the game we all love.
Sincerely,
A Dedicated and Concerned Fan
Version 2:
Subject: Concerns Regarding Bias and Moderation Issues in the Official Love and Deepspace Discord Server
Dear Love and Deepspace Customer Service Team,
I am reaching out to you to address ongoing concerns regarding the moderation practices in the official Love and Deepspace Discord server, particularly related to the handling of discussions surrounding the character Caleb and his fan community.
Since November, moderation has repeatedly displayed biases against Caleb fans. Initially, moderators outright banned and silenced Caleb fans who simply anticipated or discussed his release as a Love Interest. Caleb fans were denied a dedicated space for discussion, and even mentioning him in general channels or other character channels resulted in unjust bans and timeouts. Despite clear evidence hinting at Caleb’s eventual release as a Love Interest, moderators dismissed these discussions, at times mockingly claiming Caleb was merely an NPC or villain.
These actions have significantly affected the community's morale and created a hostile environment for Caleb supporters. Recently, just before Caleb's highly anticipated limited Myth event, moderators again unfairly targeted active Caleb fans, including myself. Moderators specifically searched through past messages to justify extended and unreasonable timeouts, misinterpreting messages as misinformation or moderation criticism, even when statements were factual or expressed genuine confusion over moderation practices.
Meanwhile, moderators have permitted suggestive and contentious content in other character channels, ignored hostility toward Caleb fans, and allowed misinformation and harassment aimed at Caleb supporters to continue unchecked. This clear inconsistency in rule enforcement reveals a troubling bias that damages community trust and cohesion.
Furthermore, this behavior disrespects the hard work, passion, and dedication of the game's developers, writers, voice actors, and artists, who have invested countless hours into creating Caleb’s character, narrative, and content. The moderators’ biased practices undermine the inclusive environment that the Love and Deepspace team strives to foster. As a result, dedicated fans are being driven away from the official community, harming both player retention and the game’s reputation.
I urge you to thoroughly review moderation practices and ensure fairness, transparency, and consistency for all fans, regardless of their preferred characters. Addressing this issue promptly will demonstrate your commitment to maintaining a welcoming and supportive community for all players and honoring the extensive effort put forth by your development and creative teams.
Thank you for your attention to this matter. I look forward to seeing improvements and your response.
Caleb Foot Lore Drop™ - Because Apparently We’re Foot Reading Forseers Now
“Even in silence, his feet speak of longing.”
Yes. This is where we are now. Staring at the Colonel’s toes like we’re decoding ancient prophecy. And guess what? There’s actually stuff to uncover. Let’s get into it.
Step 1: Anatomy Check (Because Science Exists)
Caleb has what's commonly known as a Morton’s toe - also called the Greek foot - where the second toe is longer than the big toe.
- This is a real anatomical variant found in about 20–30% of people.
- It can affect how weight is distributed while walking and may lead to calluses or discomfort in bad shoes.
- So if Caleb’s boots are Ever-issue military regulation hell ... send thoughts and prayers.
The visible tendons and bones suggest a moderate arch - not too flat, not excessively high. That’s biomechanically efficient and probably helps him stay balanced mid–gravitational flip-kick or whatever he does when we’re not looking.
The toes are straight, uncurled, non-overlapping. No bunions, no hammertoes. Basically: 10/10 foot health. Professor Lucius takes care of our boo. 😭 (help)
Step 2: Cultural & Symbolic Interpretations (A.K.A. He’s Got That Divine Toe Energy)
Greek Mythology:
The second toe being longer is straight-up called a “Greek foot” because so many ancient statues have it.
It was seen as a sign of beauty, intelligence, and leadership - which is hilariously accurate given Caleb’s aesthetic, military status, and inner braincell wrestling match between caring too much and keeping it together.
Indian Palmistry & Foot Reading:
A longer second toe? Associated with dominance in relationships, ambition, and a lil’ bit of bossy energy.
Caleb voice: “Answer me.”
MC: stares
Caleb: “... Are you suuuure?”
Chinese Foot Reading:
Seen as a sign of strong energy, leadership qualities, and possibly emotional expressiveness.
But also creativity and good luck? (Yet to be seen in Caleb's story (R.I.P.))
Conclusion:
Caleb has Greek hero toes.
His feet spoiler his fate literally.
They are lore-coded.
We are now the Caleb Foot Analysis Division™.
You're welcome.
Here have some cards too:
"Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?"
[I originally posted this on the official subreddit but I'm not sure if it will get approved by the mods there. The servers are currently down too. - UPDATE: It did not. Flagged as hostile and uncivil instead which it is NOT.]
I want to have a civil, constructive conversation about something that’s been bothering me and many others in the community: There’s been a lot of hate directed at Caleb & Caleb girlies (even before his official release) and it’s only getting worse now that his limited Myth is coming out. This isn’t about “not liking a character.” Everyone is entitled to that. This is about the ongoing hostility, mod bias (not reddit, if you know you know), and the double standards we’re seeing everywhere.
People are saying Caleb “stole” Sylus' wings theme or question why he already has a kiss in his myth. That’s … not how any of this works. The writers and artists literally work on all the characters. There is no such thing as one character “stealing” a theme from another. That’s like arguing over who’s allowed to wear capes in a fantasy setting.
Saying his myth kiss happened “so early” compared to the other LI's ignores the fact that Caleb and MC have a long-established relationship, unlike others who were strangers. (except Zayne who also had a kiss) Of course their development may look different. I'm not even able to enjoy that kiss since it's full of pain and despair - right before both of them literally seem to explode.
Caleb fans had to wait over a year, watching everyone else get content, CGs, story chapters, and celebrations - and yet we’re the ones being called entitled?
The hypocrisy is wild. People say “you have to watch Sylus’ Myth to understand him” (his actions) - And I agree! Sylus has a complex story. He made MC shoot him in the chest, brought her to an EVER scientist because he couldn’t resonate with her, wanted him to experiment on her which could have mutilated her Evol, and still - we are told to give him grace because his Myth explains it. And it does! He’s layered and ultimately loves MC deeply.
But you know what?
So is Caleb.
Caleb isn’t some manipulative monster. [here and here's why] He’s a character who went through trauma, experimentation, isolation, (in his CURRENT life) and still chose to sacrifice himself to survive and protect MC [db4sylus explained it here] - and even fights against a command to kill MC in the new Myth. His Myth and main story arcs are full of nuance - but most people stopped watching at his Main Story and judge him from there. How is that fair? (remember that without context it would be so easy to accuse Rafayel as a seriel k*iller, Xavier as a cheater, Zayne as rude and Sylus as a cruel kidnapper)
The same thing happens with Xavier, who gets called “boring” or “plain” - when in reality, he's anything but boring or plain - and ready to make morally gray decisions and be ruthless. [Has the Light Vanished?] (also let's not forget his *intense* freakiness. It's always the quiet ones guys)
Or Zayne, who’s called robotic, vanilla and cold, even though his Myth is (also) one of the most heartbreaking love stories in the game and used to be happy and warm - but something broke and cursed him. [Snowfall Embrace] - [Fractal Library Analysis] (whispers brat tamer)
Or Rafayel, constantly reduced to “bratty” or “dramatic,” when outside of MC he’s deeply guarded, serious, and vengeful. He’s only vulnerable with her. [Rafayel suffered a lot.] (so poetic, so incredibly deep, thoughtful and introspective.)
Sylus also is misinterpreted all the time even by his own fans as some ultra toxic red flag (I've seen some disturbing fanfics) Because there are those people who actually are into psychos and that kinda fantasies. [kiti_kiwi explained him beautifully] He is actually such a hopeless romantic and softie for MC - so very open for all her whims. (cough brat enabler cough)
Having those fantasies is alright, don't want to shame you (I don't really care tbh) - but some truly think those are canon to the characters; and that's where the issues lie.
If you’re going to hold one LI to a standard of deeper context, that should apply to all of them.
Every single love interest in this game has a duality. That’s literally the point.
They are written to be flawed, complicated, and deeply in love with MC. They would never truly harm her. Everything they do - no matter how misguided (and there are truly worse fictional characters in other media) - is to protect her. That’s what they live for. (true giga simps my babies are *nods*)
So why is this fandom so divided and hostile all the time?
I love all the LIs. I started playing this game for the lore and story, not the romance. (it is my first otome and I am demi so there's that) But what I’m seeing right now (people refusing to engage with canon content, inventing toxic headcanons, and spreading hate from surface-level takes) isn’t criticism. It’s misinformation and targeted bullying that are also misleading new players.
You don’t have to like Caleb.
You don’t have to main him.
But please stop punishing the people who do.
We waited over a year for him. And we deserve to enjoy him in peace.
If you don't like others spreading misconceptions about your LI - then don't do it yourself to other LI's.
I also think some people in this fandom seriously underestimate how much Caleb girlies are actually going through - and how much hate, judgment, and bias we face daily across multiple platforms. Not just mild disagreements - I'm talking about accusations that are deeply personal and honestly crossing the line.
We’ve been called in*est apologists.
We’ve been told we love “red flags” and psychos (it's okay if you DO, but not if you are accused of it because of misconceptions)
and there must be something seriously wrong with us.
We’ve been mocked, ridiculed, tone-policed, and banned in places where every other LI Main has been allowed to thrive. It’s not just tiring - it’s isolating. (To be clear: I'm not talking about this subreddit!)
And yet - despite all of that? The Caleb channel in the Discord became a safe haven. More like a lads-general that accepts and understands Caleb but is also so very open to gush over every LI with open arms and every girlie. I’ve met Caleb fans (even Mains of other LI) who love him for wildly different reasons. Some are drawn to his protectiveness. A lot of us are the eldest daughters, so they like to be the ones to be cared for for once (to be free of all the responsibilities and expectations of others) and Caleb is so very good at caring. Some adore his teasing and flirty softness. (his VA makes it all sound SO authentic!) Some love his character design and uniform. Some see themselves. (the Millennial vibe, the responsibility, the yearning for freedom) And his cooking is always yearned for!
I'm also one of those who were worried about his portrayal in the new Main Story Arc at his release. That part was suffocating. It was hard to watch and play through. I'm not into yanderes or psychos at all. I didn’t enjoy it. It wasn’t what I wanted for him at all. (I'm also not into his Colonel uniform, sorry my fellow pipsqueaks xD but I know he hates it too.) At least Sylus had the twins as comedic relief *cries internally*
And guess what? That’s okay.
What mattered was that I kept reading. I followed his entire arc - his Myth, his Anecdotes, his Bond Story, his Moments. And what I found was a character who made sense. (just like all the others) Who was still trying, still loving, still fighting against the worst parts of his world and himself - for her.
But that part? The part where we explain why we do see the nuance? The part where we talk about how we don’t excuse the red flags, but understand where they come from?
It gets ignored. Every time.
This isn’t about defending toxic characters. It’s about wanting the same space to enjoy complexity as every other LI community has already been granted. And being tired of having to justify our existence in a fandom that’s supposed to be about love, choice, and story.
So before you assume Caleb fans are “into red flags,” (not denying there are a few, just like some Sylus girlies too tbh) maybe talk to a few of us if you don't understand. Ask why we like him. Listen when tell our reasonings instead of just dismissing them because they don't fit your context-lacking headcanon narrative. Respect that his arc, like every other LI’s, is layered, painful, and intentional.
We aren’t asking to be everyone’s favorite. We’re asking to exist without being attacked for it.
Please, let’s stop the "he-said-she-said" hate cycle. Let people enjoy what they love. That’s what fandom is supposed to be. Love, create and evolve together. (and angst together. totally angst together.)
I don’t care if you don’t like Caleb. That’s valid. Not every LI is for everyone. But the constant policing, mockery, and moral grandstanding aimed at fans who do like him is just exhausting. It’s okay to enjoy a character with flaws. It’s okay to enjoy different kinds of romance stories. That’s literally the point of this genre.
This is a game. A beautiful, story-rich, emotional game. Let people enjoy it. Let us enjoy our LI. And please stop treating us like we’re the enemy for doing so.
Like- I'm genuily confused??? I was there during the US5 & Tokio Hotel beefs, I was there during the Team Edward and Team Jacob wars and also during the Big Time Rush and One Direction phase. None of those fandoms seemed as divided and infighting like this one. Where are these people taking all the energy to hate and the jealousy from and why are they attacking fictional pixels and fans who can't change anything about their issues instead of working together instead?
Sincerely,
A tired but still standing Caleb girly (and lore nerd)
(thanks for reading through my TED talk if you've made it this far)
P.S.: A random thought that I've had while writing - I'm expecting all counterpart LI to have a darker lore and more "obvious" red flags than the OG3. Maybe the 6th will even be a Phoenix. Wings could be a counterpart thing. If you've haven't noticed yet - the overview in the Café where you select your LI: The OG3 are in white clothing, while their counterparts are wearing black so far.)
Lots of love to my fellow pipsqueaks.
This post can now also be found on the Unofficial Subreddit as a slightly shorter version. The admins helped me edit it so it wouldn't spark any controversial discussions or trigger people. I'm really thankful for their help and the time they invested to help me and make sure nasty comments were deleted.
Hogwarts House Sorting: LaDs Edition (and why Caleb isn't who you think he is)
Remember: Hogwarts houses aren’t restrictive boxes. Each person, real or fictional, carries traits from all houses. What determines sorting is not only personality but core values and priorities. This analysis takes into account that nice Slytherins and gentle Gryffindors exist, breaking stereotypes to portray a nuanced, realistic perspective. Let me know your thoughts and your own house headcanons!
Though Xavier outwardly appears gentle and calm, his behavior aligns with core Gryffindor traits: courage, impulsivity, and rebelliousness against injustice. He's not merely courageous out of circumstance; he actively seeks out risks. His creation of the flashy alter-ego "Lumiere" showcases his bravery - and perhaps recklessness - perfectly embodying Gryffindor's inclination toward flashy acts of heroism.
His decision to rebel against his royal lineage in Philos, openly defying his father the king who sacrificed innocent lives, further emphasizes his alignment with Gryffindor values - specifically, moral courage. Xavier willingly sacrifices personal safety and stability to fight for what's right and travels back in time, reflecting true Gryffindor spirit.
Reasoning for secondary Slytherin: He is sneaky and a little manipulative at times and fully knows what effect his innocent looks have - and uses that to his advantage. You notice this especially during Fluffy Trap. Somehow he is always a few steps ahead of MC and tricks her!
Positive: Courageous, protective, strong moral compass, heroic.
Negative: Reckless, impulsive, stubborn, often acts without foresight.
Zayne's core value truly lies in his relentless pursuit of knowledge and understanding. Importantly, intelligence alone doesn't warrant a Ravenclaw placement - it's the priority given to knowledge and wisdom that defines them. Zayne consistently demonstrates that acquiring knowledge - medical or metaphysical - isn't merely practical for him; it's essential to who he is and what he wants to accomplish (saving MC's life).
As the Foreseer and Master of Fate, Zayne’s life revolves around carefully acquired knowledge to make decisions of enormous consequence. His choices are rarely guided by impulse or emotion alone, but always supported by intellectual clarity. His calm, methodical approach underscores his Ravenclaw essence.
Reasoning for secondary Hufflepuff: Beneath his logical, stoic exterior, Zayne consistently demonstrates deep-rooted loyalty, compassion, and genuine care. His medical profession and the tireless effort he invests to protect and heal highlight his sincere dedication to the well-being of others. His actions are not driven by glory or recognition, but by quiet, steadfast commitment and genuine empathy.
Rafayel strongly aligns with the house of Slytherin through his complex motivations, secrecy, and charm. His playful exterior masks carefully concealed ambitions and plans. His network within the N109 zone and hidden dealings demonstrate his adeptness at navigating complex social dynamics - classic Slytherin traits of cunning and adaptability.
His artistic temperament and charisma further illustrate how Slytherins can embody traits often associated with other houses, like creativity and charm, while still prioritizing ambition, resourcefulness, and strategy as their core values. Rafayel exemplifies that Slytherins can have good hearts but choose to show vulnerability selectively, preserving an enigmatic persona. He keeps his cards very close and even MC gets to see them very rarely.
Reasoning for secondary Ravenclaw: He’s deeply artistic, driven by a curiosity for truth, meaning, and beauty. These qualities align well with Ravenclaw’s love for learning, creativity, and understanding deeper meanings. His exploration of art as a means to expose societal corruption and his intellectual depth behind each masterpiece clearly display Ravenclaw traits.
Sylus is the epitome of modern, multifaceted Slytherins. Ambition and cunning don’t inherently equate to villainy; Sylus demonstrates Slytherin's core traits positively and negatively. He is deeply ambitious and maintains strategic long-term thinking, always planning steps ahead. His network of connections, meticulous strategies, and hidden plans further highlight his resourcefulness and adaptability - key Slytherin virtues.
Yet Sylus also showcases a softer, family-oriented side, demonstrating that Slytherins deeply value loyalty and closeness, particularly within tight-knit circles. He’s fiercely protective of those he genuinely cares for, and despite his outward harshness, this selective loyalty underscores a balanced, nuanced Slytherin personality.
Reasoning for secondary Hufflepuff: I can't really tell you why - it's just a feeling. I don't have a lot of his cards, but I did watch some of them on YT. You can tell me in the comments what you think. (this applies to the other LIs too)
Caleb embodies the genuine warmth and humble spirit often overlooked when discussing Hufflepuffs. While traditionally bravery is a Gryffindor trait, Caleb’s bravery is more circumstantial than inherent; life forced him into courageous roles rather than him seeking them out. His core identity is rooted deeply in kindness, gentleness, loyalty, and humility - all quintessential Hufflepuff values.
Caleb’s universal kindness, even to those he's not romantically interested in, emphasizes his innate empathy and respect for others. He's beloved by peers not because he's overtly charismatic, but because he's genuinely thoughtful and attentive. He cooks and enjoys food - not for validation or prestige - but for the simple joy of it and to see his loved ones enjoy it, deeply resonating with Hufflepuff’s comfort-oriented nature.
His protective behavior towards the MC arises not from a desire to be a hero, but from trauma-induced loyalty and deep-seated love. This fierce loyalty, shaped by childhood trauma, is the hallmark of a Hufflepuff pushed beyond comfort into challenging circumstances. It’s precisely this loyalty and quiet strength that makes Caleb a true Hufflepuff, not Gryffindor. (He is basically Cedric Diggory - just more alive ... barely.)
Reasoning for secondary Ravenclaw: He shows great intellectual capacity, strategic thinking, and analytical clarity. He adapts to complicated situations (this is an understatement) using intellect, precision, and careful planning. Caleb attempts to find logical ways to cope and protect even in traumatic circumstances. His genuine curiosity, analytical problem-solving, and sharp observational skills reflect Ravenclaw characteristics beneath his Hufflepuff core.
Negative: Overly self-sacrificing, can be obsessive, passive-aggressive under stress.
Read about why he isn't a Slytherin further below.
MC – Primary: Gryffindor | Secondary: ???
MC’s Gryffindor traits are unmistakable. At her core, bravery, competition, and the desire for truth and justice guide her actions. She doesn't simply endure challenges; she actively seeks them out, recklessly engaging in dangerous missions and confrontations. Her grief-induced impulsivity and rebelliousness also fit Gryffindor perfectly, as she channels loss and trauma into daring missions without a thorough plan.
However, this recklessness is balanced by genuine bravery and a powerful drive to protect and avenge those she loves. Her pursuit of justice - even when dangerous or irrational - is a defining characteristic, making her a Gryffindor through and through.
Positive: Courageous, determined, loyal, passionate about justice.
Negative: Impulsive, stubborn, reckless, tends to leap before looking.
But Caleb is definitely a Slytherin you say?
It makes sense why people would place Caleb into Slytherin based on his Colonel arc. But personally, I see Caleb's "cunning" and manipulation not as inherent character values, but as coping mechanisms shaped by trauma and survival instinct.
It's important to distinguish between a person's true core values and the traits they've been forced to develop under extreme circumstances. Caleb’s story is one of deep emotional trauma - losing loved ones, being subjected to invasive experiments, and being manipulated into a position he never truly wanted. He didn’t choose cunning or ambition willingly; rather, those became survival tools in response to severe situations he faced. (it's more like his Ravenclaw side coming to the forefront to help him survive)
In his youth, Caleb was naturally kind, humble, and nurturing - classic Hufflepuff traits. He didn't seek power, nor did he find joy in manipulation or secrecy. The Colonel storyline showcases a deeply hurt and scarred person fighting for the little control left in his life, driven primarily by loyalty and protectiveness toward MC. His methods might resemble those traditionally associated with Slytherin, but his motivations remain firmly rooted in loyalty, compassion, and the desire for a peaceful, simple life.
Additionally, Hufflepuffs aren't devoid of complexity - they can exhibit cunning, resourcefulness, and determination when their loved ones are threatened. These traits aren't exclusive to Slytherins; what differentiates the houses is the underlying core value. For Caleb, cunning isn't an inherent value; it's a tragic necessity. At his core, he's guided by warmth, empathy, and loyalty - the values of a true Hufflepuff pushed into a darker, harsher reality.
So, while Caleb absolutely shows "cunning" and resourcefulness, these traits alone don't define him. They're reactions, not values. At heart, Caleb is still that caring, emotionally intelligent Hufflepuff trying desperately to protect the person he loves most, even if he must walk a morally gray path to do so.
Caleb is such a deeply nuanced character. He isn’t embracing cunning because it aligns with his heart - he’s forced into it by circumstances beyond his control. Caleb is essentially walking a tightrope, pretending to be the cold, calculating Colonel that EVER expects him to be (the perfect weapon), precisely because that's the only way he can maintain some small degree of freedom and protect himself (and MC) from their control.
The Toring Chip isn't just a physical implant - it's symbolic of the trauma and manipulation he's endured (and is still enduring). Caleb's actions and outward persona reflect not his true nature, but his desperate fight to keep that nature intact beneath the surface. His core Hufflepuff kindness and empathy never disappear; they're hidden behind the mask he must wear to survive. It's a heartbreaking struggle between his authentic self and the identity EVER wants to impose upon him.
That’s precisely why calling Caleb a cunning Slytherin overlooks the heart of his character - he isn't ambitious or manipulative by choice, nor does he derive satisfaction or pride from it. He's a victim of cunning, not its master.
Origin Story of this idea started in the official Discord Server with me saying Caleb is someone I could steal horses with.
The German saying "jemand, mit dem man Pferde stehlen könnte" describes a person who is extremely trustworthy, adventurous, and reliable - someone you can count on for anything, even risky or mischievous endeavors.
Translation: "Someone you could steal horses with."
Equivalent English Saying: "A partner in crime."
[+ Marauder's Special at the end.]
I feel like Rafayel, Sylus, and Caleb give off total partner-in-crime vibes. I can just picture them as teenagers, always up to some mischievous antics, sticking together through thick and thin.
Zayne, on the other hand, would absolutely be the one trying to talk sense into them, worrying about the consequences. But let’s be real - he’d still get dragged into it in the end. He’s that friend who nervously points out how risky their plan is while following along anyway.
Xavier? Tbh I have no clue - he is a wild card. I feel like he’d be the quiet one who just goes with the flow- until he suddenly suggests something so completely unhinged that even Raf and Sylus would pause. Meanwhile, Caleb would just pat his head and agree that it’s a brilliant idea.
Sylus would definitely be the strategist, the one actually figuring out how to pull off their wild schemes without getting caught.
And Rafayel - He’d be bouncing ideas back and forth with Sy or MC- while dramatically complaining about his designer clothes getting wrinkled and dusty. xDD
Omg - Imagine them with this kinda dynamic during the Marauder Times in Harry Potter
The Gryffindor common room was dimly lit, the dying embers in the fireplace casting flickering shadows as five figures huddled together near the window. Outside, the castle grounds stretched out under the silver glow of the full moon.
“We are not doing this,” Zayne whispered, arms crossed, looking like he was already regretting showing up. “Breaking into the Restricted Section is expulsion-worthy. Do any of you have an actual plan?”
Sylus smirked, twirling his wand between his fingers. “Of course we do. What do you take us for, amateurs?”
“That’s exactly what I take you for,” Zayne deadpanned.
Rafayel, perched lazily on the arm of a chair, stretched like a cat. “Relax, bird boy. We’re professionals. Well, Sylus is. The rest of us are just here for the chaos.”
Caleb snorted, nudging MC’s shoulder. “And this one is here because she has no self-preservation instincts. I swear, Pipsqueak, one of these days I’m going to have to bail you out of actual trouble.”
MC grinned. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
Caleb rolled his eyes but didn’t argue.
Xavier, who had been silent until now, suddenly piped up, “Why don’t we just tame the library’s guardian monster instead? That way, we don’t have to sneak past it.”
A brief silence.
“…Xavier, what monster?” MC asked slowly.
“The one that’s supposed to be guarding the Restricted Section.”
More silence.
“…There’s no monster,” Sylus finally said, brows furrowing.
Xavier blinked. “Oh. Then what was that huge shadow I saw moving between the bookshelves last week?”
Raf sat up straight. “Excuse me?”
“Okay,” MC clapped her hands together. “New plan: get in, get the book, and get out before we find out what Xavier saw.”
“And if we do find out?” Caleb asked.
Sylus grinned. “Then we make it part of the plan.”
Zayne sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “I cannot believe I’m the only responsible one in this group.”
MC smirked. “Then why are you still here?”
With a hidden smile decorating his lips Zayne replied: “Because someone’s gotta make sure you guys don’t get eaten by an imaginary book monster.”
