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⸢ ᴇʀᴇɴ x ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ⸥ ⸢ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ , 進撃の巨人 ⸥
This was the Eren Jaeger she’d come to know in their years together; the one who would use any means necessary to achieve his goals. The one forged from fire and storms and all things ravaging, devastating, and divine. The one who found solace in shadows and underbellies and words left unsaid. The one stuck in a nightmare.
In which a want is not a need.
Or, in which Historia agrees to the 50-year plan.
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Caleb has always been good at bullying things out of you.
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Perhaps he was just privy to keep that secret about him... Too bad you'd always find out everything there was to do with him.
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01 Aug 2025
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Masochist desperate painslut Caleb is my FAVORITE Caleb, you don't understand!!!!!!! Oh my god. Well done, fuckin hell.
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Vander's self-righteous fury is what led you here, but the daughter you both share prefers you. You're her beacon in the storm. Her buoy among turbulent seas. She'd be dead many times over if it weren't for you. Show him. Show him that she's yours—body, mind, and soul.
The hairline fractures in Silco's carefully polished veneer are becoming harder to conceal by the day. And no one is more observant than his darling daughter.
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- Part 1 of All the World Drops Dead
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11 Jan 2025
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Absolutely superb prose, delicious guilt and shame, beautiful characterization. I'm itching to write a fic myself!
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footprints underneath a pulse storm by tinylethologica
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
09 Mar 2025
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“I know how to clean a gun too,” you say mischievously.
Caleb’s voice is low. “Do you now?”
You twirl the gun around your fingers—a trick he’d taught you once upon a time, after way too much pleading, if it’s so dangerous, why do you know how to do it, teach me okay, gege, gege, geeeeeee—then aim it at him with both hands wrapped around it. The first pose he’d taught you, when he’d taken you to the shooting range. Gentle hands around yours as he spoke softly in your ears on the best position to take, how to best read the target with your eyes. Your hands pantomime an exaggerated shooting gesture, gun jerking upward as you pretend to pull the trigger.
“Bam,” you say playfully, before blowing at the end of the gun like those old Western movies you used to watch together.
“Oh, and there she goes, a perfect shot.” Caleb puts a hand to his chest as though in pain, but his mouth is curled upward in an indulgent smile. “Wounded,” he sighs, “right in the heart.”
“Man down, man down,” you say in a sing-song voice as you circle him, and he puts his hands up in surrender.
or: there's more than one way to clean a gun.
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- Part 4 of origin: sine qua non
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23 May 2025
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PEAK PEAK PEAK OMG PEAKKKK
Re-read edit, 06/09/25: Oh, the push and pull of CalebMC.... I think my favorite aspect of this fic is the emphasis on MC pushing Caleb to the edge, seeing just how much she can get away with, just how much he'll tolerate (spoiler: it's anything, everything, always). It's the way he's holding himself back even still, careful precision and hands like feathers, this thing between them a fuse and his love for her the match. It's the way he's so unbelievably gone for her, the way he will take every burden and every bit of pain, be it emotional or physical, and take it forever if it means keeping her, making her happy, making her his. It's the way he enjoys her "punishments", almost like he needs it, like his love for her is a crime and sin all wrapped into one, like he's begging to be absolved.
All I can say is that I like (love, need) my smut introspective and deeply analytical of the characters in question, and this hits the mark in a way I can't express adequately enough with words. Really great depiction of their dynamic, really hot iteration of Deceptive Solitude, and really enjoyable writing style all around. 10/10 gege smut, would let him clean his gun inside me again. (ᵕᴗᵕ˶)
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For the Last Time, I Won’t Say Goodbye by puppetmilk
Fandoms: The Thaumaturge (Video Game)
07 Sep 2024
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Stanisław is dead: his legacy lives on in Ligia, in Wiktor. The Coterie. Son has forgiven distant father as much as he can — more than he thought possible, in truth. But there’s always more to say, isn’t there?
I hate you.
All this time, how I’ve hated you.