multilefaiye's Literatures
sad emotional makeouts and fade-to-black implied sex. more suggestive content than actual explicit smut, but it definitely toes the line.
also, i wrote this in a friend's dms on discord and didn't feel like editing it, so it's all in lowercase.
the knight kisses differently than kader did.
implications of impending torture, minor misgendering
"You like it?" Salvatore asks cheekily as he holds the bat up. "I was never much of a baseball guy as a kid. Thought it was all fuckin' boring, watchin' grown men run around swinging sticks." His eyes flick to Johnny once more. "I think I see the appeal now, though. Think I can get a home run?"
A collection of my notes and ideas for what it'd be like having Eden as a romanceable companion in Baldur's Gate 3. Won't post them all right away, but ye :3
This will also include his romance arc, but there will be no explicit sexual details.
Not so much content warnings, but spoilers for Act Two of Baldur's Gate 3 and Wyll's specific storyline.
“Tick,” Eden says casually. “Tock.”
“What?” Mizora barks, furrowing her brow.
“Tick, tock, Mizora,” Eden says. He smiles at her, baring his fangs. “Every second you spend bitching about what Wyll should do is another second you waste that we could be helping you.” His smile grows, and he imagines how it'd feel to sink his teeth into the bitch's flesh.
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OR: Mizora comes to the camp of the Sunbringer and his allies, ordering Wyll to rescue a mysterious "asset" from Moonrise Towers. Eden seizes a chance to bargain for his friend's freedom.
“Doc?”
Eden lifts his head, eyes wide as he stares at the little creature sitting on the table before him. It’s small, just enough to fit in the palm of his hand, and looking up at him with its head tilted to the side. He can’t discern its features in the darkness, though, and that just won’t do. Almost unconsciously, Eden lifts a hand and snaps his fingers at the lantern, willing it to light again as he casts produce flame. It does so with a flash of gold, and once again the room is bathed in low, warm light. Despite that, it feels strangely cold.
“You’re doing it wrong,” Eden says abruptly from where he’s sitting across from Henry. Henry can feel Eden’s eerie amber eyes boring into him, but he doesn’t look up from the spell circle he’s drawn in chalk on the ground, nor does he set down the stick of white chalk he’s holding.
“What is it this time?” he asks drily, tapping the fingers of his free hand against the hardwood floor. After a moment, he glances up, shooting a teasing smirk Eden’s way. “Am I missing a sigil? Did I draw the circle a little too wide? Oh, did-”
“Can you take this seriously?” Eden snaps, clearly not amused. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
“A lot.” Henry shrugs, his smirk still firmly in place.
Discussions of parental death, neglect, and abandonment.
Ever since he was a child, Eden hated his father, Dr. Abdiel Linnaeus. As far as Eden was concerned, Abdiel was a cowardly, heartless bastard who abandoned his family when things were too difficult for him. Eden’s father meant nothing to him.
But Abdiel seemed to mean everything to those around him.
Discussions of domestic violence and abuse in general, discussions of death and murder, mentions of cancer, semi-graphic descriptions of a corpse, vague/implied suicidal ideation, and depictions of a character smoking a cigarette.
“You’re an asshole. You know that, right?”
Juno looked up from where they'd been sitting beside the pool, bare feet dangling over the edge and into the cold water. A few feet away, lit by the tell-tale glow most undead carried with them, sat a spirit, looking at them with an irritated furrow of her brows.
"What'd I do this time?" they asked, their voice dry and brittle as an old, fraying rope.
Semi-graphic descriptions of violence, including specific mentions of blood, broken bones, and fire; mentions of murder and death, as well as implied/referenced kidnapping; in general this is a whole thing about trauma and a lack of trust.
“Be careful.”
These were once the most important words in Sol’s life.
Cedarpelt has a brief conversation with a grieving stranger.
This story takes place in the universe of Neal Shusterman's Unwind series, a world where teenagers can be legally killed and harvested for parts by the government. Keep that in mind.
Also, this story contains:
- minor transphobia
- mentions of gender dysphoria
- violence against children and teenagers
- minor sexual content (there is NO underage sex and NO graphic sexual content)
- a scene where one character attempts to pressure another into having sex (there is NO actual rape)
- minor character death
It was a warm, sunny day when Addison Ward received the pink slip telling them they were going to be unwound.