#REEEEAAALL

[technikki]

i have to draw my little dodles i have to draw ray and don cuddling and being sooo so warm and happy. or i'll die

[lilybug-02]

Omega props to alan for making himself actively more malicious between ava 1 and 2

Ten bucks says he felt reeeeaaall awkward about that come the end of ava 4

Hopefully this isn’t too much spoilers.

But yeah I love how evil and torturous he made himself. And in a very morally gray area at that. I loved watching his reaction with DJ on their Animation vs Games channel. DJ’s reaction was hilarious and also so so personally validating.

ALAN IS A MONSTER. Maybe not AS MUCH anymore, but he certainly still has that potential. It elevates the tension so well.

I definitely see him in a different light and I’m digging my complicated feelings for his character. 💕🤡

[grilledcheese-savage]

People prob about to get reeeeaaall mad at me but Idrc. I’m pissed about the Lore.Fm situation. If you haven’t heard of it, it was going to be an app that reads your fanfiction out loud so you could listen to it like an audiobook. It would’ve sounded more natural and correct than any other screen reader so far. As someone who can’t really read a lot of fanfiction anymore because of my crippling chronic migraine, this would have been a GAMECHANGER for me. So here are some facts:

Lore Fm DOES use Ai to read aloud.

Lore Fm DID NOT send your fics into a training model so it can write more.

Lore Fm MIGHT be owned by a company called Wishroll Inc. , but this is not confirmed.

Lore Fm WASN’T for profit. They didn’t have any way to monetize it. It was just an accessibility tool.

A lot of the fanfiction writers were rightfully scared by this, since a lot of art has been stolen without consent to create AI engines. As a fanfic writer myself, I understand wanting the option to opt out. But a lot of the content I’m seeing made against this, has been factually incorrect OR just completely unaware of why this could be such a good thing. I just watched a tiktok that made me want to post this, of a writer saying you were completely selfish or entitled if you used this app because some people “use accessibility as an excuse to disrespect author’s wishes”. That is just straight up, not true. There could 100% be ways to fix this. For one, Authors who are okay with their fiction being read by AI could submit the fanfics themselves, making it kind’ve like Watt pad instead of it being up to the reader. People could tag their fanfics “Don’t use Lore Fm.” People who made orphaned fics or can’t get back into their account can blacklist themselves on the lore fm app so none of their fics could be read. As someone who codes, these are all very viable options. There could even be a simple honor system. But y’all sent death threats instead of genuine critiques.

Lore Fm took themselves down because they didn’t want to piss off the community, because their team is apart of the fan-fiction community. They deleted all their posts and took the app off stores.

Again, I AM NOT AGAINST PEOPLE CRITIQUING THIS. In fact, I think more people should be keeping AI in check, especially when it pertains to art. Their beta testers should’ve been giving them this advice.

Honestly, I’m glad they took it down for now, I think a lot of the advice I had given earlier should’ve been implemented waaaay before beta testers, but the over-exaggeration of this has gone way too far. Do your research and make your own opinions. AI has gotten out of control but it can be used IN CERTAIN SETTINGS for good. If you’re legally blind, photosensitive or just plain busy, this would’ve been so great.

Major disappointment. I’m definitely willing to change my mind about this in the comments/reblogs though if you have good evidence of why this shouldn’t have been made, just please be respectful.

[yummy-teeth]

HOLY SHIIIT THE COLORADO LOCATION DSAF REEEEAAALL!??!?!? IT WAS IN SOUTH PARK ALL ALONG!!!

I keep thinking of south park and dsaf crossover..... i am cringe... and not free bc i get very very shy even when thinking abt it 😜😜😁😁😛😛😛😛

[malwaresilly]

Oh! My apologies I, will make an identifier hmmm how about 🍄? (I’m the anon that was looking normally)

-🍄

(tyty I get confused reeeeaaall fast if I have multiple anons interacting with different characters at once, this just helps me keep track lol)

[the-arcade-doctor]

hey jota why are you so cringe

[ J:\\ JAHA, REEEEAAALL FUNNY. ]

[go-to-two]

If you're sticking around for One Chicago next year, get prepared to see a little less of each character.

And if you're sticking around for PD specifically, get ready to get reeeeaaall cozy with those centric episodes.

TLDR: series regular actors across OC shows and Law and Order shows will appear in fewer episodes next season, trimming down from the usual 22 to between 18-20.

[linofeet]

I am just popping in to say I am also a fan of Minho’s feet. Literally my first and only foot crush but I would just love to kiss his soles.

REEEEAAALL hes the one that started all of this!! i never liked feet before him!! kiss his soles because his feet deserve to be worshipped🙌🏻

[peanut-tyrug]

I can’t wait for the day where Wes, Wigfrid, and Wolfgang appear together in an official DS art thing bc then I can just be like

“THE POLYCULE!!”

“THE POLYCULE IS REEEEAAALL!!!”

[zack-is-silly]

God getting so absolutely drunk is looking reeeeaaall good right about now

[fyeahdprian]

Christian Yu @DPRIAN_ ( @Yu_Christian1 )

Wonderin if I should cut my hair reeeeaaall short again

11:47 AM · Aug 7, 2016

[rosiesemporium]

💬 + 'I hear you're reeeeaaall close with the pinstripe deer boy."-Vex

"Well, of course I am! He's one of my dearest friends down here! Such a sweet charmer, so polite, not to mention powerful, what's not to love about Alastor?"

[connorsui]

Astarion does not need any reason to feel selfish for having me or using me for his own gain when I'm fully willing to do things for him and his own bedding💔😭 …like u want to kill somebody?...i got everything needed . . …u want to use me like a juice box?? …my neck is exposed ✨️

…like all for reeeeaaall thoo ..I would be questioning (tav! Reader) too?!?! ..cuz at the beginning i wasnt (reader) i was the angel watching above and looking in questioning shiiii …..Like out of all of the people in the party…

YOU WILLINGLY CHOSE GAALEEE???…. . .🧍🏻‍♀️i-

HOWEVVERRR this fic got me sideways and rotating like clockwork in a bed that has seen too many fics of this dead vamp of a man and this one just hit different 😩✨️…it's like getting your favorite comfort food covered in marble 🩷…. But u know that one thing i aint forgotten is when astarion got himself all surprised that we chose him..🧍🏻‍♀️

Like yes bby why wouldn't I? – I wouldn't stand myself being with gale … if he be making the most cringest flirting comments either 💀💀💀🤡 …I'll rather be:

✨️Manipulated, toyed, played, seduced, and asked to be a shield for someone's protection✨️

wish you would look at me

summary. convinced that you’re in love with another, when you approach him with a serious expression, he readies himself for the inevitable—rejection. but is it ever that simple?

pairing. astarion x GN!reader

warnings. light angst, fluff

a/n. this is inspired by the ppl who have love triangles w gale and astarion in act 2 and what he says if you pick him bec when I saw that I almost cried pls let him be happy

If you asked him a few weeks ago, he’d laugh at the mere suggestion that he could ever be jealous of someone like Gale. That blasted wizard couldn't go four steps before begging for a magical shoe or pathetically limping his way behind the rest of the group while you frantically searched for the said shoe. And when he found out the wizard was a few errors away from exploding, somehow Astarion felt even more pity (not really) for the lad.

Yet here he was.

He’s not sure when the hell you and Gale had gotten so chummy, but it rubbed him the wrong way. Even if his expression would never show it. He sips at his wine while Karlach and Wyll continue to chat about God knows what, too busy peering from the corner of his eyes as you lean into Gale’s shoulders to look closer at the book he was holding.

Perhaps the tadpole had finally made you lose your mind. He'd almost dropped his goblet when you denied his invitation to his tent tonight, spouting the excuse that you'd asked Gale to help you with something, and now this?

God knows why you ever found the wizard charming. If Gale could do something, he could too—much better, in fact. He was sure of it.

His grip tightens around the goblet when he hears you laugh.

Sure, his original intentions for approaching you had been less than noble…and he might have seduced you for more selfish reasons than you originally knew, but as much as he hated himself for it, he'd grown rather fond of you. In his own way, of course.

He’d only realized that the anxious squirming in his stomach was not of fear but of affection when you'd defended him from that vile drow at Moonrise Towers. He'd half expected you to ask him to throw himself at her, yet you stood your ground, showing nothing but respect to his own boundaries while you failed to realize that he'd deceived your own.

He truly had no reason to feel this way. He was selfish, he knew, for feeling so possessive because not once had the two of you established being exclusive. Though you'd respected him, you saw him for just that. A friend to respect, and nothing more. Sure, you'd spent a few nights together, but it was a mindless night of passion and he knew he'd continue to be your fling until you found another to truly love. He had just hoped it wouldn't be someone like Gale, of all people…or Wyll…or Shadowheart…or anyone for that matter.

He shakes his head. The wine must be getting to him. Serious relationships aren't a luxury he can afford, he reminds himself, relaxing his shoulders. He’s perfectly okay with being your ally—nothing more or nothing less. Ecstatic, even.

But when Gale flips a page of the book and both of you lean closer again—this time dangerously close—he feels a sharp pain shoot up his hand.

“Uh, Fangs, you alright there?” Karlach stares at the cracked glass in his hand and even he blinks at it in disbelief.

Apparently not.

He sighs irritably, dumping the glass elsewhere. “I’m quite alright. Seems I just need a nice comfortable mattress than a thin bedroll on the ground, but it’ll do for now.”

“Need help patching that up? You're bleeding.”

He almost laughs, if it weren't for the giggle coming from your direction. “Blood’s my specialty, darling, remember?” Without another word, he paces into his tent, closing the flap behind him for the universe signal that screams ‘don’t bother me.’

So when half an hour later, when he no longer hears the crackle of the campfire, he sees your shadow emerge from the other side of his tent flap, he squints.

“Can I come in?” He fails to respond, and hears you shuffle. “Ah, are you asleep?”

At this, he can't help but snort. You instinctively peek inside, and he runs a hand through his hair, sighing in defeat. “If I'd been asleep just how would I answer that question?”

He motions you closer and you take it as a sign to step inside, careful to avoid stepping on any of his belongings before situating yourself in front of him. “It was rhetorical, obviously!”

“Of course,” he doesn't seem convinced, lips curling into a teasing grin. “Now tell me, what brings you to my palace this late at night? Surely not for a cuddle. I'd thought you declined my offer earlier?”

Usually, you'd smile, but instead you only look down at your clasped hands, seemingly in thought. “I needed to talk to you—without everyone else watching.”

The usual brightness to your tone is missing.

Oh, he thinks. You've come to end things with him.

“Ah,” is all he says. He can tell his smile hasn't dropped, but it doesn't feel that way. “I hear you've found a new lover. Perhaps you want to keep yourself for this one, true love? How romantic, darling.”

You frown at this, and he wonders if he’s done something wrong. But it does little to stop his defense mechanisms from springing into action, because he’s immediately slipping into his usual mask, grin stretching wider but never reaching his eyes.

He hates the words coming out of his own mouth as if they taste of poison. Still, his voice is steady, almost teasing. Perks of the 200 years spent shamelessly lying, he supposes. “So, is this the end of our late night trysts? Even though they were an awful lot of fun?”

He doesn’t think he could stand watching you with that damned wizard. He doesn't even want to think about it quite frankly, because all he feels is his chest tighten when he imagines someone else holding you the way he does. And gods, if had to watch Gale’s poor attempt at flirting one more time…

But then again, you'd be with someone who doesn't manipulate you. Someone who doesn't toy with your feelings, or someone who doesn't seduce you for protection.

His smile twitches, and he just braces himself for your response.

“I’d rather be with you.”

He stares at you, eyes wider than its ever been since he'd gotten this damn worm in his brain.

“What? Why?” he blurts, embarrassingly so, before he composes himself again and clears his throat. “I mean, well, I know why—but I thought you'd had something more…with Gale.”

As much as he despises the idea, he'd seen the way you'd laughed with him. And while it was a new experience for him to be fond of another person, he'd found that these feelings had led him to rather you be happy than dragging you down with him. If it meant you wouldn't regret your choice, he’d been willing to deal with it.

So why?

“I want something real with you, Astarion,” you say softly, eyes meeting his. “I don't know if you feel the same way, but Gale and I are better off as friends, and I told him before I came here. And besides, it’d be cruel of me to lead him on while my heart is with another.”

He thinks he might have died again just now. For the first time in decades, he’s actually at a loss for words. “I—if that's what you truly want—we can try. Be lovers, I mean.”

You finally smile at his words, and Gods above if that doesn't lift the excruciating weight of the past few weeks off his shoulders. He feels the warmth of your lips when you lean forward to give him a peck on the cheek, everything happening so fast that his mind is spinning. He snaps back into focus when you pull back.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

You could have—should have, done it earlier. With a smile of his own, he leads you back to him, this time planting a soft kiss on your lips. It’s short, and not nearly enough, but it’ll do for tonight.

“Well then, consider yourself wholeheartedly taken then, my dear.”

[malwaresilly]

._ .

Fuck you too! I’ll be back later! *scuttles away*

"bye for now, hope to see you reeeeaaall soon"

[dykephy]

NOOOOOOOOW THAT I KNOOOOOW WHAT I’M WITHOUUTT YOU CAN’T JUST LEEAVE MMEEEEEE BRREEEEEEEEEEAAATTHE INTOOOO MEEEEE AND MAAAKE MEEEE REEEEAAALL BRING MEEEEEEE TO LIIIFFEE

[adelainereids]

REEEEAAALL.

Can you spot the difference?