Age: 23 Just a goblin
I just want to read romantic stuff, and ignore my grown up stuff
May post a drawing... or maybe not
Love IKEMEN SERIES, anime and Otome Games
Infold is currently doing a beta test bcs there is a lot of problems with the storage in devices, hopefully this has good reviews and soon we can experience it
What are ur thoughts about it? How long will this take to come to the other servers?
THIS IS THE POST ON FACEBOOK, not my post
Love and Deepspace is testing out a cloud version where you don't need to download the game but rather just access it via internet!
It ha
Fr I am starting to think about that post saying that if u spend less money on lads ur chances of getting the cards are better...I got both of thoe cards in 70 pulls 70 PULLS and i did the other 5 I needed to get Caleb outfit
For the Beach Multi i got Caleb around 60 pulls, and this is kind of a flex but I got Xavier and Zayne carď too while hunting the outfit for Caleb, so in less than 100 pulls I got the 3 desired 5stars cards, for his bday i got him for 40 pulls.
I only pull for Caleb, and the only time i didnt pull at all was for the spring event (f2p and i can wait for the rerun) bcs his bday was next
U GOT THIS IF U ARE PLANING TO PULL, there is always a rerun, if u r a f2p like me I know u can do it too, is just a game and I love it too BUT as my dear @that-one-scoundrel once said "You can play however you want"
MY DEAR FRIEND DID THE PULLS FOR ME IN HIS PHONE WHILE ON CALL
I physically CANNOT install the new LADS update, everything is deleted from my phone, all large documents in my messages are deleted, thankfully im getting a newer phone with more storage on friday but thats 3 days without being able to pull meaning less time to get sylus, less time to get sylus’ 10 days with you. Im trying one last thing and thats deleting then reinstalling the app but infold REALLY need to do something about storage, there has to be a way they can compile and minimise storage usage OR release a PC version because i have PC because my Ipad is too old to support the app 😭
░ 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝟏𝟎/𝟐𝟎-𝟏𝟏/𝟑
⠀ 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟒.𝟎
⠀ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴀ: Lemurian Sea God Rafayel, R0
⠀ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ʙ: Abysm Sovereign Sylus, R0
⠀ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴄ: Deepspace Pilot Caleb
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⠀⠀⠀☑ Stella Match⠀⠀☐ Brute Force
⠀⠀⠀☑ 36/36
⠀⠀⠀☐ +20%⠀⠀☐ +30%⠀⠀☑ +40%
⠀⠀⠀☑ Video
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This was a challenging season for me. All teams needing crit luck. I'm glad that it's over! The Expedited Energy in Team A is optional/situational, you can swap it out for DEF%.
Also worth noting that this is the highest I've ever had to raise R0 Abysm Sovereign HP for stella match SHC so far.
𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲── .✦
𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐀── .✦
𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐁── .✦
𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐂── .✦
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬── .✦
2025-10-24 11:33 AM
✦ Team A: 1:30 clear, crit-leaning hybrid build (CR + CDMG + D2W). I'll only note the key points. Follow along the video for the specific attack sequences and timings.
- Always have Sea God Mark available at the start of every Divine Favor.
- If the Divine Favor rotation is too tight, prioritize detonating the orb at the end, and/or skip the first eCA.
- Wave 2:
-- It's easier to dodge this boss's attacks if you hug its left arm or get behind it.
-- Start with Divine Favor. Once the boss's HP is pushed to 3x HP, it will put up a shield (white bar on its HP). Resonance skill hits critting helps a lot with breaking this shield.
-- Final shieldbreak -> Divine Favor at 1:45.
✦ Team B: 1:31 clear, D2W-leaning hybrid build (CR + D2W). Betting on the parry active skills critting, especially for Myst.
- All Fury resonances - at 50% HP for wave 1, at 80%+ HP for waves 2 and 3. Don't hold off using support skill, not unless you are about to use resonance.
- Wave 1:
-- Support skill -> 2BA -> 2BA -> BA to get 6 stacks of Life Stimulation fluctuation buff before using resonance.
-- When enemy is at 80% 1x HP, you can let support skill kill it the rest of the way. This is an option if you don't want your health to dip too low for wave 2.
- Wave 2:
-- After the first resonance, wait for a beat to see if it jumps back before using any skills.
-- I like to do a parry during the first Fury, then another parry as it does its lock phase scream.
-- Weakness rotation: active skill -> support skill -> 2BA spam
- Wave 3:
-- This Myst has shields from the get-go.
-- Quick charged attacks to get HP to full for the first resonance.
-- Resonance rotation: resonance skill -> parry/active skill -> empowered support skill -> parry/active skill -> resonance skill at 1:43 (shieldbreak)
-- Weakness rotation: active skill -> 3BA/2BA -> 2BA -> 2BA -> active skill -> oath
-- Mash the BA button as oath is about to end just in case there's a sliver of HP left over.
✦ Team C: 1:31 clear, crit-leaning hybrid build (CR + CDMG + D2W). The crit fluctuation is a scam. For your sanity, assume that there's no crit increase and set expectations accordingly.
- Finish wave 1 by 2:40, wave 2 by 2:20, wave 3 final shieldbreak by 1:43.
- It's best to use support skill only when the enemy is firmly in place so that you get as many hits in as possible. For waves 1 and 2, this means pushing the enemy to the north.
- Resonance can crit. In wave 1, it helps save time when resonance crits on the enemies on the left enemy and/or the right enemy. In my clear, it crit on both enemies.
- Have the dragon face the north wall for its first 1-2 attacks for the dash attack. After that, anticipate it to jump backwards and adjust your skill timing as needed.
Intro/wn: I’ve started another AU, my friends. It lives and thrives somewhere in my sad little toad brain. Honestly, I’m kind of impressed I managed to write something this soft and heavy at the same time.
Anyway—yes, it’s a Geisha x Samurai!Caleb situation. I’m deep in my East-Asian-aesthetic, long-haired Caleb era. I’m starved for a 3rd myth. No, I’m not an expert; let’s just call it Edo-ish and move on. Enjoy this small slice of whatever this could become.
650ish words, no triggers, just me tryin to write historical drama @gavin3469, I think you’ll like this
𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒
提灯 Lanterns of Another Life
You were trained to make men forget the world. He remembers you anyway.
The teahouse smells of rain and sandalwood. You move between paper screens with grace, sleeves whispering, hair pinned high. The man waiting in the corner is a stranger; his posture is too rigid for a merchant, too careful for a wanderer—a soldier trying to forget his sword.
His hair, dark brown and rain-damp, has slipped from its tie; a few strands cling to his cheek before he brushes them back with an absent motion, more weary than vain.
You pour the sake. The sound of it—soft, steady—fills the silence that should not be intimate. He thanks you without looking up, and yet his eyes follow the motion of your hands as if politeness were the only weapon he has left.
He speaks of travel, of duty, of the quiet between wars. His voice is calm, almost detached, but when he glances up the lamplight catches in his eyes—like the last flare of a setting sun refusing to fade. You answer with poems about spring, about plum blossoms breaking through frost.
The space between your words grows small enough to breathe in.
When he bows to leave, the light catches the faint scar at his jaw. You wonder what kind of life waits beyond the door—steel, orders, blood—and why he keeps coming back to this room.
Later, when the teahouse is empty, you dip a brush in clear water and write his name on the veranda boards: 夏以昼.
You know what the characters mean—summer, because of daylight. A name of warmth, of clarity, of hours that never last long enough.
The strokes shimmer, then fade. You watch until they’re gone and think, perhaps that is love: something bright, meant only to disappear.
…
He returns when the hydrangeas have begun to wilt, when summer rain falls in sheets against the paper walls.
The scent of sandalwood still clings to him, sharper now, as if travel and distance have burned away everything else.
You kneel, bowing low. “It has been some time, okyakusama.”
“It has,” he replies. His voice is rougher than you remember, and something in it makes your pulse catch.
When you lift the tray, the weight surprises you. A purse of coins rests on the lacquer, tied with crimson silk.
“For your future,” he says.
The line is simple, practiced, but it cracks the stillness between you. You laugh softly—the way you’ve been trained to, the way that keeps the world in order—but it trembles as it leaves your lips.
“My future?” you echo, eyes fixed on the steam rising from the kettle. “That seems a strange thing for a warrior to buy.”
He doesn’t smile. “Not to buy. To protect.”
The words hang there, thick as the rain outside. You understand before he says it aloud, and when he finally does, it’s almost gentle.
“I wish to purchase your mizuage.”
For a moment, the world narrows to the sound of water on the roof. You study the purse again, then his hands—too careful for a man accustomed to violence.
“You speak as if it were charity,” you murmur. “But it is still a price.”
“It is,” he agrees. “But not the one they would ask.”
His gaze holds you—not bold, not pleading, just heavy with something you can’t name. It feels older than this room, older than either of you.
A memory you almost remember.
You bow your head to hide the sudden heat in your face. “Why me?”
He hesitates. For a heartbeat, he looks like a man caught in a dream.
“Because,” he says quietly, “I already owe you more than I can repay.”
You don’t understand, not fully. Yet the timbre of his voice, the way your name sounds in his mouth, strikes a chord that thrums through your ribs. The shōji screens blur; the lamplight flickers. You could swear the room smells, just for a breath, not of plum and rain—but of apples, and metal and something wild beneath it all.
And when you look up again, he’s watching you as if he’s afraid to breathe too loud, as if this is the moment that will decide whether you’ll remember him or not.
He reaches across and takes your hand in his. His palm is calloused, warm, the touch far too human for the stories told about men like him.
You don’t pull away.
And as he bows once more, fingers still brushing yours, you think that if you let go now, you might never find your way back to yourself again.
Help meeee I need a TIME LINE of all Caleb memories(including multis and myths)
guys, HELP ME, A FRIEND OF MINE STARTED THE GAME AND IS LOVING CALEB, and he seems very interested so we decided to see Caleb memories this friday night together, but I want to show him the since the pre explosión Caleb, and then going from there until the latest card that is Chasing Summer (I think so)
PLEASEE CALEB MAINS I KNOW THERE WAS ONE BUT I WANT ONE WITH THE YOUNGER CALEB MEMORIES TOO
The apartment was warm and dimly lit, the glow from the city outside filtering in through the curtains. Caleb was slouched on the couch in his usual late-night fashion—one arm draped over the back, his long legs stretched out, tablet balanced on his lap. His hoodie sleeves were pushed up, showing off the veins in his forearms as he scrolled lazily through some report. His hair was slightly mussed, like he’d run his fingers through it a few too many times.
You appeared quietly from the hallway in your cutest pajamas: soft pastel cotton, a little oversized, sleeves drooping over your hands. He didn’t notice you at first, too absorbed in whatever he was working on.
Perfect.
Without a word, you climbed onto the couch and plopped right down onto his lap, tucking yourself comfortably against him. The look on his face was worth every second of sneaking up—his eyebrows shot up, eyes widening before melting into that signature smirk.
“Well, look at you,” he said, voice warm and teasing. “Couldn’t resist me, huh?”
You rolled your eyes. “You looked lonely.”
“Lonely?” he echoed with a soft laugh. His hands slid naturally to your waist, settling you into place. “Sweetheart, if this is your idea of cheering me up, I might need to look lonely more often.”
You squirmed slightly to get comfortable, and his grip tightened just enough to make you feel secure.
“Careful,” he warned with mock seriousness. “You keep wiggling like that and I’m going to start thinking you’re doing it on purpose.”
You gave him a deadpan look. “I’m literally just sitting.”
“Uh-huh.” His grin widened, infuriatingly smug. “Sitting. Sure.”
You huffed and grabbed the corner of his hoodie like a security blanket, leaning against his chest. His heartbeat thumped steadily beneath your ear. He pretended to refocus on his tablet, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching.
“You’re a distraction, you know that?” he said after a moment.
“Then stop looking,” you shot back.
“Can’t.” He tilted his head slightly, his voice dipping into that low, playful tone. “You’re way too cute. It’s criminal, really. I should arrest you for interfering with my productivity.”
You snorted. “Big words for someone who’s not even typing.”
“I was,” he protested, though his grin betrayed him. “Before someone decided my lap was public property.”
You poked his chest. “You like it.”
He didn’t even hesitate.
“Obviously.”
The honesty in his tone made your cheeks warm, but before you could reply, he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear.
“Don’t tell anyone, though,” he whispered. “Can’t have my reputation ruined.”
You laughed, swatting at him again. He caught your wrist easily, fingers intertwining with yours as he tugged you even closer.
“Oh no no no no... You’re not going anywhere now,” he said softly, the teasing still there but gentled by something warmer. “Might as well settle in. I can multitask.”
He tried to pretend like he was focusing again, eyes on the tablet, but every few seconds he’d drop another line just to make you blush.
“Stop staring at me like that, you’ll fall harder.”
“You’re warm… like a personal heater. I might keep you here forever.”
“If you fall asleep, I’m charging you a cuddling fee.”
Eventually, your head dropped against his chest, and his arm came around you fully, tablet forgotten. His fingers traced absent patterns on your back while his teasing quieted down, replaced by that soft, familiar silence only shared between people who fit.
“You’re trouble,” he murmured against your hair.
“And you love it,” you mumbled sleepily.
He chuckled, low and warm.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “I really do.”
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