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Today was the first decently successful day at TV Time in a long while. To celebrate, Tenna invites you and some other members of the crew out for drinks.
You can't help but stare at him the whole night.
He notices.
Sleeping with your boss is, objectively, a bad idea. Right? (That doesn't stop you.)
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24 Sep 2025
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"Suddenly, your back is against a wall, he has one large hand on your hip and one next to your head on the wall behind you. His screen is inches away from your face. Your heart is racing and your face is incredibly warm. He hesitates a moment, as if searching your expression for something. He must have found it, because a moment later he closes the gap and kisses you."
Stolen glances and alleyway kisses. Mounting desire for someone you shouldn't mess around with. Testing the waters and falling in deep, consequences be damned. Tonight's for the taking, tomorrow is for sorting out how much of a mess you want to make of it.
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Spamton accidentally falls out of the inventory after the events of Chapter 3. Alone and without anybody to help him in Castle Town, where mainly those who still know him aren't friendly to him, Spamton finds a recently-recruited television who doesn't recognize him whatsoever and chooses to use this to his advantage.
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24 Aug 2025
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Spamton took a breath, but he couldn’t get enough air. He took a step back. This was a mistake. He didn’t just spawn into existence, he was missing...something. These people knew him, knew about him, and none of what they knew seemed to be good. He had to recover from this, somehow, convince them that this was fine –
"Spamton, what's my name?" the blue one asked.
Well, shit.
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Everyone tries to figure out what to do with Spamton after he goes through a factory reset.Based on the factory settings au by starridge on tumblr!
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- Part 1 of Not-So Fresh (re)Start
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17 Aug 2025
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We Have Always Lived in an Endless Summer by Km1366
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
31 Oct 2025
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"All it took was for her to bring him back, to mend him, to sew him together into some fiendish creation, a monster of her design, for still—he would return, for he was hers. The boy was hers. Because he was made to protect her. And he would."
Caleb/MC
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You fix failing businesses in the Dark World.
That’s your thing — walk in, clean up the chaos, and get out after things finally start to stay afloat.So when you get an anonymous call begging you to save a dying studio on the edge of implosion, you assume it’s just another mess to mop up.
You weren’t expecting his face on the building.
And you sure as hell weren’t expecting him to still be running it.
Now you’re trapped in a rundown studio full of burnout, flickering neon, and a ghost from your past with too much of an ego and not a bit of self-awareness.
He hasn’t changed. He’s worse. And yet, the more the studio falls apart, the more you’re forced to deal with what neither of you ever got over…
There’s nothing professional about this.
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22 Jul 2025
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A delight beyond compare. The more toxic aspects of Tenna with bitter, biting, barbed yearning. A war for control between two people absolutely desparate for it and for each other. THE DIALOGUE. THE BODY LANGUAGE.
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You've always felt a strange energy coming from your television set - a boxy old CRT you can't afford to replace and feel oddly attached to. It's almost like it's... aware, somehow.
When you discover how to shift between the Light and Dark Worlds, you learn the truth: your beloved, dusty TV is actually Mr "Ant" Tenna - who, as it turns out, has a bit of a thing for you. With this knowledge in hand (and Tenna completely unaware that you know) you decide to have some fun. How worked up can you get him before he finally cracks?
Or: how to tease an inanimate television until its sentient Dark World counterpart finally admits he's been watching (and enjoying) the entire time.
A standalone story & part of my Tenna/Reader series.
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- Part 2 of Physical Challenges With Mr "Ant" Tenna
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14 Jul 2025
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Chapter 3 Voyuerism scene really captured my attention.
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Jean gets reprimanded and is punished with a jewelry thief case. In order to catch the suspect, he must pretend to be married, and who else but to play the role of his wife than Judit Minot, the woman he's madly in love with?
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05 Feb 2025
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The Whole Sorry Way Down by satelliteaccident for brennisteinn_txt
Fandoms: Disco Elysium (Video Game)
23 Dec 2024
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Jean's meds can't lift his depression, his devotion can't stop his best friend circling the drain, and his adoration can't change the fact that the woman he loves is already married -- but he goes on. (Just don't quote Le Million at him. He *hates* that guy.)
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- Part 1 of Hard Spring
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19 Jan 2025
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A short series about Judit, Jean, and most of all Harry; and the odd ways that love (but not exactly romance) unfolds among them.
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09 Aug 2024
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Simulacrum by x_____xXx_69420_DrakeFan_69420_xXX_____x
Fandoms: Disco Elysium (Video Game)
07 Oct 2022
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Maybe Judit was secretly a sadist, enjoying seeing a grown man - two ranks her superior, even - beneath her and expecting her. To convince herself of that would be easier than facing the truth, at least.
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23 May 2024
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Exploration of self through taboo, finding ground where only fleeting streams were expected, indulging in denied desires. And an unseen smile that can only be felt.
"Drumming like Morse code - all dashes, no dots. Some desires can’t be translated into any language."
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Greenhouse Blues by x_____xXx_69420_DrakeFan_69420_xXX_____x
Fandoms: Disco Elysium (Video Game)
14 Oct 2023
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The smoker on the balcony gets stopped and searched by a cop.
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23 May 2024
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Absolute poetry. Words flow in and around each other to construct dynamic imagery and expressions. Told from the Smoker on the Balcony's POV, we get an interesting view into the cold, concrete night of Martinaise. How utility is necessary when in a pinch. How cruelty is a mask for sadness. How fear can take many forms when one is alone. Some things are better left unsaid, best expressed by the shivers brought on from the chill.
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There's money to be made mining precious metal out of the Baldurian foothills. All Enver Gortash has to do is convince a rural preacher and his daughter to hand over the rights. Easy.
An Appalachian Gothic Horror.
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- Part 1 of Fangs and Sweet Beguiling
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When Tav bargained for power a decade ago, she never imagined it would lead her here: hero, Grand Duke of Baldur’s Gate, right hand of Enver Gortash.
His netherstone in exchange for becoming a willing pawn in his propaganda machine had appeared the most practical solution to the Netherbrain issue, but the breakdown of former friendships, being forced to live at Wyrm’s Rock, and a surge in her mysterious patron’s hold over her threatens everything Tav thought she knew about herself and her morals.
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- Part 1 of The Ruination of Tavarina Ammakyl
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22 Mar 2024
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Far Away & Dreaming by Tenmei
Fandoms: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
24 May 2015
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"...Noriaki... I'm twenty eight. You-- you died back in Egypt." This time, Jotaro's hands came up to grab Kakyoin's, but didn't let go. He gave them a soft squeeze.
Kakyoin's heart dropped into his stomach. "What..?" He let out a soft laugh in almost disbelief. But as he searched Jotaro's eyes, he saw nothing but complete and utter seriousness. "No..? I moved with you to America, after I recovered-- we... We're going to college together, well-- not right now, it's summer-- we work together--" Kakyoin gasped sharply, jerking his hands away and out from Jotaro's hold. "The stand user!"Where one thing leads to another, and all of a sudden 19-year-old Noriaki Kakyoin is transported to a Kakyoin-Is-Dead universe. He tries his hardest to juggle with an older, different Jotaro & his emotional baggage, along with getting home to his own universe.
It's a hell in itself, really.
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Bookmarked by jealousweapon
24 Feb 2024
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I think of this fic still... five years later now. And how it perforated my heart in a way that will never quite heal. When asked if there is a piece of fiction that haunts me, I think of this. I think of Jotaro staying awake holding Kakyoin until he disappears. I've never read something so brutal, so raw, so tragic. I'm so glad to have read this.
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you've a gift for hating (you should know, you're the expert) by mashamorevvna
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
04 Jan 2024
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“You see, we share a friend, our dear Bhaalspawn, and I merely wish to inform myself on her…condition. If this,” he gestures vaguely to his head with a twirl of the hand, “is but a temporary set back, or if she is...diminished in any way.”
“I fail to see how I could help you.”
“You’ve traveled with her for some time, as part of her colorful ragtag group of oddities. You must have some opinions, and that is all I ask for.”
Gortash ‘invites’ Minthara to attend a late-night rendezvous to pry some information about the newly returned Dark Urge. Things move on from there in unexpected directions.
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06 Feb 2024
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* “I’m your captive audience,” she says, and coats her word with a not undue amount of scorn.
> Love the play of words here.
* Gortash rises from his chair, and moves until he stands in front of her. Though something in his posture has changed. Gone is the imperious politician, one who can grant a petition as easily as he can send the supplicant to the gallows; now he performs the mask of the friendly acquaintance, one who will buy the next round at the Elfsong and congratulate a friend on a job well done. She can understand why Karlach was so taken with this last particular iteration of Enver Gortash.
Impressive. Orin had shuckled out of her disguises with some effort: bones crunching, skin rupturing and reassembling in her usual form. For this tyrant it comes as easy as breathing; one can almost not notice the facades shifting.
> Gods, I love the description of the shifting masks and the comparison to Orin. Minthara is one of the only characters who could provide such insight.
* “People like her, like us,” with a finger he points to himself and Minthara, “we don’t change. Adversity might reveal another layer, but our core —that, my dear, stays the same.”
There’s a shift in his tone: from merely inquisitive to accusatory. That, by itself, is more telling than any question voiced so far.
The Bhaalspawn’s core, as he called it, is different from how he envisioned it; and even if, in some distant past, he had been correct, now it matters little. The data is unreliable, out of date. Minthara can almost see the gears of his clever mind spinning into motion, recording the uncovered discrepancy, and producing a reality dissected open for his prodding.
When he notices her watching, he covers the process with a crooked smile. There’s little grace to it. A mere shadow of the skill with which he shifts from persona to persona.
> A chink in the armor, a show of skin beneath the mask, the belly of a dragon - exposed. To know best no longer, to still want to know. Curiousity begetting way to vulnerability. Shift of knowledge translating to loss of control. The past is lost and the future is unknown. And noticing too late the presence of a sharp observer during the moment of this realization.
* He spreads his arms, flaunting an aura of magnanimity. But there’s a malicious energy to him now, thrumming just beneath his skin, like a snake coiled to strike.
* “It’s simple,” he says with a smile, “I am adept at identifying like-minded spirits.” A cruel tilt of the lips takes hold of his mouth before he adds: “what Orin would have annihilated, I would court into an alliance."
> An offer, a jab. Gifting a knife directly to the heart.
* “Can you? In Menzoberranzan you would not have lived to see adulthood. Such a hateful little wretch. You would have made for a poor son, hardly worth anything once grown.”
Gortash laughs: not good-naturedly, but there’s something admirable to his performance of nonchalance. “I would have made for a poor son just about anywhere. Fortunately, one doesn’t stay a son forever.”
Seeking to puncture the conversation, he tries to bend his head, likely to lavish again his attention on her breast. Her grip is unrelenting.
“Is that true, Enver Flymm?”
> AHHHHHHH! Those are fighting words. Minthara, you absolute weapon! Took that knife out and stabbed him in the lung with that one. The tables have turned even and I think they both now recognize the dangerous game they're playing.
* Though he’s slicing with purpose, there’s a slight tremor to his hand.
* It feels pointless to litigate that submission and domination are but two ends of the same leash. Even more so to a Banite, one who has made of that axiom his religion.
> Pinnacle line of this. Just perfect.
* Instead, she says: “You could have just killed them.”
> Led me to ponder the similarities and differences of the various companions revenge arcs. Enver recognized that his parents would never feel remorse if they were dead. He doesn't want them dead, he wants them to be sorry. To truly understand how he suffered.
* As his lips suck at her wounds and blood lathers his lips in a fine sheen, her mind wanders back to her first assassination. She wonders if, as a babe, she had lapped her mother’s blood with quite the same dedication of the Banite tasting hers
> Fantastic parallel!!
* The tyrant might have made for a terrible son in the Underdark: too hateful, too ambitious, too greedy for that which is not is. But they make for fine features in a daughter, and the thought almost makes Minthara smile.
Wonderful fic! Fantastic pairing! Indulgent insight! These two contrast and compliment each other so organically. I'd love to dive into more of this dynamic.
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After a lurid encounter following Gortash's coronation, you've found yourself enthralled.
Now begins a frightful dance — you cannot stay away from the one man you should not bed, and the ever-encroaching obstacle of your plight brings your pining into focus. How will you hide your forbidden affair from your companions? Will you give up everything for a taste of darkness?
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Reader-insert Gortash filth. Started as a PWP, but now it's porn with a plot. Or, rather, a plot with porn? Updated regularly with an ending in mind.
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31 Jan 2024
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"Time will tell, for now, I crave your taste and your screams," he murmurs as his hot mouth claims your neck, tongue seeking flesh. "What possesses you to return to me only to treat me as a villain?"
You have lost yourself completely to his accursed lapping, the heat and dampness on your nape evoking images of him atop you, muttering curses and ravaging you till you're stripped of everything – no honor, no glory, no damned tadpole, just rapture, and Enver Gortash.
"I don't know why," you confess breathlessly. "You are a villain, and my mind hasn't known peace since I've laid eyes upon you."
You feel his smile against your skin as he meanders to your collarbone. He tugs at your shirt forcefully, beginning to tear at its seams, when his next words unravel your every last instinct of defiance:
"Then you are no saint, and our sins shall paint the night."
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Wickedly delightful, shamefully devoured. As stated, I love how effortlessly Enver chips away at Tav's veneer of an altruistic hero, exposing her hunger, her desire, and her selfish nature. Karlach's confrontation is heart-wrenching, Gale's quiet sorrow inspires intrigue, and ASTARION IS LOVEABLE AND DAMNABLE as the #1 enabling wingman of the year.
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A wizard’s magic, of course, offered the most variety: a textbook charm, as taught to young enchantment students, had a taste of saccharine sweetness to it that smoothed the edges of the mind like cough syrup. Actively resisting an experienced wizard’s Dominate Person could spur a pain so bone-deep it was nauseating; surrender, by comparison, was a glorious narcotic that slowed the conscious mind to a languid docility in service of the caster’s will.
But it wasn't enchantment magic, this.
(Prompt fill for the BG3 kinkmeme! The prompt: Gale/Gortash, dubcon/noncon brainwashing or hypnotism: Gortash has captured Gale (maybe he's doing a reverse uno and forcing the party to kill Orin for him). Unfortunately for Gale, he's far away enough from the artifacts protection that Gortash can try and take control of him.)
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Bookmarked by jealousweapon
26 Jan 2024
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To read:
WOAH. This feels like it was made for me. Will update upon reading.
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You have always needed abundant assistance by WitchAdjacent
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
14 Mar 2024
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Maeve was created to lead the Church of Bhaal to the glorious end of the world. Once the Temple of Bhaal needed to ally with the Temple of Bane, however, Maeve found her attention divided between her duty and her only friend, Lord Enver Gortash.
This fic starts with my Dark Urge meeting Enver Gortash pre-game and will conclude with the end of their relationship.
High charisma dark urge cult leader (high elf) + Gortash pairing. Relationship is angst, pining, slow burn, enemies -> friends -> friends (?) with benefits -> something else they won't name.
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- Part 1 of The Bard Urge (Maeve/Enver)
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19 Dec 2023
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I came here because the teaser of "What it's like to kill someone that your mind can't remember but your heart does?" and I'm nothing if not an enjoyer of fine vintage aged heartbreak.
I am beyond inspired.
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Lord Gortash requests a portrait of his paramour. The pay is good, the contract legitimate. It seems almost too good to be true...
In pre-canon, a young artist takes a job from an upcoming player in Baldur's Gate society.
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19 Dec 2023
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Before he was Bane's Chosen, he was a cobbler family's son. In a brutal world of betrayals and butchery, Gortash has learned to lie better and backstab first. He suffered his first betrayal from his own parents, who sold him to the devil Raphael when he was just a child to settle their world-ending debts. Now, more than twenty years later, Gortash has come for revenge to repay the debt. Not in money or for mercy, but in servitude.
TW: Mild body horror, graphic violence
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17 Dec 2023
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"Such sweet, honeyed words spoken by the serpent that sought to coil itself around its prey."
Captured Enver's character perfectly. I can imagine this being exactly how the scenario played out.