#the hot rizzard

[boufsy]

Gah, he's so hamsom

[gh0st-lie]

This man invites you to his tent for the night. What's your answer? 👀

[druizard]

[st4rch1ld404]

so heres a new wip,,, i tried to stylize him the last time i drew him but i cant :') i can only draw anime boys or.. whatever this style is xddd i love him so much he deserves the world i will teach him to love himself fr

[medra-gonbites]

You and I both, sister...

Also:

Karlach Infernal Trousers on Gale ?!

*passing out with foam at the mouth*

[rissi-chan]

I wrote some Gale Smut! MDNI!

Because these two consume my every waking thought.

My first fic on ao3, and my first fanfic since I was 12-13, so hopefully it's not too sloppy or poorly-paced! I'm technically a writer by profession, but fanfic has not been my area since middle school

Will be forever grateful for any comments/kudos/likes <3

When two autistic-coded ex-chosen fall in love (and enter into domesticity). Neri (Durge!OC) discovers all the perks of having a home (and sharing it with Gale). Soft, sensual, sexytimes ensue.

"May I look upon the face of my benevolent, merciful goddess?"

Neri shook her head in his chest. She knew he didn't mean anything by it—and she couldn't deny that every time her compared her to a goddess it made her flush with affection—but gods and goddesses would have no part in this new life. Not if she had anything to say about it.

"Before a goddess or even a wife, I mostly want to be your Neri." She stated, her voice muffled in the fabric of his robes. "Just me. Whoever I am, and whoever I may become. And I'll make sure that's enough."

"More than enough." He murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and finally persuading her to tilt her head up to look at him. "You're everything."

[miradelletarot]

A little help?

Friends, moots...passers by?

might be a strange ask, but can you just bombard my TL with Everything Gale Dekarios? I need to purge some sad brain shit outta my head, and the only cure is Gale. Probably.

...or a lobotomy. That will make me stop thinking about my failed marriage right? Hmm. Let's try Gale first.

[dekariosclan]

Hello my friend!

So we all know how amazing and wonderful Gale is, how kind, good, caring and funny he is. He is, in so many ways, a perfect man.

He is, however, only human. I have the tendency to idealise him, and forget this.

My question to you is - what do you think his flaws are? Both generally and as a husband/life partner.

💜

Ohhh I love this question so much ❤️ I am a hopeless romantic, and I adore Gale’s charming, sweet, loving adorkableness! He is truly amazing—but I can confirm NOBODY (and no relationship) is ever 100% perfect.

The thing about a long-term committed relationship is that, while your partner’s charms make the relationship wonderful, their flaws are what make it REAL. And that’s just as important.

So let’s talk about our charming Gale’s less-than-charming aspects, shall we?

[warning: this went from a short & concise answer to a rambling dissertation, please prepare yourself accordingly! Also I know this ask/answer was supposed to make Gale a little less perfect and help lessen our obsession, but uhhhh, I seem to have veered hard in the opposite direction 😂]

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First off: The Pomposity™️ (I’m not 100% certain that’s even a real word but you know what I mean right) So we all know that by the end of the game, (human) Gale has come to accept himself as he is, and decided to henceforth be known as ‘Gale Dekarios, a most brilliant wizard of intentionally limited reknown.’ He’s come a lonnng way in cutting down his ego, but let’s be honest: some of it will never truly go away. And that’s fair, because he IS brilliant, and he IS talented, and he IS extremely passionate about magic.

…but it’s tough to remember all that and give him a pass when that usually-oh-so-adorable-finger-in-the-air is now aimed at YOU, as he declares that ‘after all, he IS an expert on [*insert topic here*] because he WAS awarded [*insert scholarly award here*] from the one and only [*insert impressive Blackstaff Academy professor here.*]’

And all you wanted was for your opinion to be taken into consideration regarding the wine selection at dinner.

———

Second: The Disarray / Messiness. Gale has a brilliant mind, one that he applies full throttle to any and all situations: concentration on magic spells, lance board strategy, calculations, poring over ancient tomes, and even figuring out how to cook something edible out of rotting fish heads and some moldy cheese (no veggies, though!)

The problem is, while his mind is brilliant and he will keep it laser-focused on his chosen subject at that current moment, from a day-to-day perspective he is straight-up scatter brained with all the things he has his hands in. We can see this in his vision of his tower: BOOKS. BOOKS EVERYWHERE. Some stacked in piles, some shoved onto shelves, some left open on the page he was reading when he got distracted, etc.

We also get confirmation of this from Tara in the epilogue:

Tara: The way he leaves his potions in absolute disarray—I know for certain he wasn’t raised in a barn, but you’d never know it.

It’s one thing to have books & potions & scrolls scattered throughout his library and sitting room—you have no complaints against that, you HAVE moved in with/married a wizard, after all—but to find them in the kitchen, wine cellar, even occasionally stuffed into your own wardrobe? It’s a bit much.

TLDR: Our rizzard is a hot mess.

———

Which leads us into perhaps his biggest flaw: The Fussiness.

So about all those books everywhere, on everything, all at once? You didn’t try and ARRANGE them or organize them for him, did you?…You did?! Oh, gods! No, no, he had an ORDER to them, you see, and he knew that the exact spell he needed could be found in the third book down in the stack next to the piano, page 453, why did you ever decide to move it?

Well, you explain as patiently as you can, it was in the way, and frankly you could tell from the dust on it that he hadn’t touched it in several yea—

BY ELMINSTER’S ELBOW, did you ALPHABETIZE his illusion scrolls??! Oh, for the love of—!

You get the picture.

There would undoubtedly be moments when you found yourself fully exasperated by this man and his exacting, fussy nature.

———

All that being said: true fights would be rare.

The occasional huffy remark or quickly-forgotten gripe would occur now and then as in any relationship, but a real, anger-filled argument? With heightened emotions and hurt feelings? Rare indeed.

The only thing bigger than Gale’s brain is his heart. And while his mind is dedicated to a great many things as mentioned above (magic studies, lance board, etc) his heart is 100% dedicated TO YOU, and you alone. So on those rare occasions after a fight has occurred, it does not take long for him to come down from the heat of the moment and realize, oh, hells, he’s been an ass, hasn’t he?

He knows you love him. His anxiety about not being enough for you has long since disappeared, and he’s calmed his worries that you would ever leave him, but still…there’s always a lingering concern that maybe you’ll grow distant from him after an argument.

If you are in the wrong and he is certain of it, he will be stiffly polite until you offer an apology, and then he will be taking you in his arms, kissing you passionately and telling you ‘all is forgiven my love, let’s never speak of this again’ (and trying hard to hide his relief that you apologized first, because he was not sure how long he would be able to hold out and stay mad at you.)

If HE is in the wrong, though? And you are truly mad at him? And he knows he really stuck his foot in it? Oh, boy.

You’ll be treated to an apology so eloquent it would make poets weep, and it will come packaged with hand-holding, pouting, pleading, and Gale getting down on his (bad) knees.

And if you’re still mad at him after that?

Well, then you’ll have to complete a gauntlet harder than anything Shar could ever throw at you. You’ll have to try and stay angry, explain your anger, AND explain to Gale why he won’t be easily forgiven, all while looking directly at this:

And this:

AND THIS:

…

…needless to say you will be failing, and hard.

Not that you mind, because the make-up sex will be absolutely phenomenal. Gale doesn’t just want to repair your loving bond after you’ve had an argument, he wants to improve it. Which requires much study and experimentation, of course.

And for awhile afterwards, all will be bliss again.

…until you find a pile of scrolls shoved under your side of the bed, and some open books scattered across your dresser, and you decide it time to do some organizing. ———

So yes, my friend. Gale definitely does have some flaws, and at some point they WOULD drive you crazy in any sort of relationship you have with him. Gale is wonderful, Gale is loving, but Gale isn’t perfect!!

…but when he takes you in his arms after you’ve made up, and his mouth is hungrily devouring yours, and he’s murmuring words of adoration against your skin as he trails his kisses down your neck, chest, hips—

Nevermind! I take it all back. He’s perfect. 😂

[astarioffsimpmain]

Cozy Up with: Gale

[Autumn photography by: coldoctober]

[Gale photography by: unknown - if it's you, please let me know so that I can tag you!]

Author's Note:

Okay so....... maybe it's become a series that I like to call "Cozy Up". LOL I'll probably do another one with Astarion since the first was pretty short, and I'm hoping to do more bg3 characters as well! Here's our beautiful, wonderful rizzard in some post-game domestic bliss: autumn-themed! Hope you enjoy.

You smiled as your eyes followed the colorful leaves in their path from the trees to the ground, carried on the wind like dancers performing a routine. The weather had turned crisp in Waterdeep, the night air boasting an even colder chill on the balcony of Gale's tower, where the breeze from the sea swept up to rustle the wind chimes that were a gift from your fiancé once you moved in. 

A shiver ran through you and you curled further under the massive blanket Gale had on the settee. It was your idea to sit outside. You didn't mind the fact that your ears and nose were numb. This was your first autumn in Waterdeep; your first autumn as a fiancé(e). Autumn was always your favorite season: the sweeping changes in the colors of the landscape, the crackling energy of something new and wonderful in the air, and the eerie glow of the large harvest moons in the evenings. You wanted nothing more than to experience this shift with your soon to be husband, who was currently fixing hot cocoa for the both of you in the kitchen downstairs, and probably supplementing Tara with some warm milk before he returned. 

You rubbed your feet together and admired the two pumpkins that sat on the balcony across from you, faces carved in them by you and Gale, glowing brightly with the spell the wizard had used on them. "It's a tradition in Waterdeep!" Gale had exclaimed with excitement while urging you to find a pumpkin you liked from the stall. 

You'd heard of the practice, of course - carving a face into a gourd and lighting it to keep the evil away - but in Baldur's Gate, there wasn't a guarantee your warding gourd would be left alone for very long if left outside where they were meant to be, so most people lit candles in their windows and drew faces on their doors with coal instead to ward off the evil. So many firsts for you this year, and so far, you were enjoying them all.

The clank of cups on a tray brought you back to the present and you turned your eyes to the patio door, where Gale had appeared with two steaming mugs and a dazzling smile on his handsome face. "Here we are! My mother's famous recipe." He said, carefully handing you one of the mugs by the rim. You sighed in audible relief as your cold fingers wrapped around the warm ceramic, the effect taking hold immediately. A single sip had a  satisfying chill running up and down your spine before your entire body began to warm from the inside out. 

"Mmm Gale, it's perfect, thank you." You hummed happily, your mug held close to your face to allow your nose to defrost as well. He chuckled in response and sat down next to you with his own cup, pulling some of the blanket over his legs as he settled in. Your pull to him was immediate, and you were nuzzling into his side the moment he was in reach. He opened his arm to you just as quickly and pulled you closer by your shoulders. 

The scent of weathered book pages and amber flitted across your senses, enveloping you in a sense of safety and belonging as you rested your head in your usual place under Gale’s arm. You looked out over Waterdeep over the balcony railing, and the city was littered with tiny flickers of candlelight as people ducked in and out of shops, restaurants, and taverns far below. Motion in your peripheral caught your eye and you smiled to yourself. 

Gale had conjured a mage hand to open the volume he was reading on the latest popular recipes for Waterdhavian weddings. He was insistent on making your meal for you on the day you wed, and would hear nothing against it. He was making something new everyday, bringing plates of his new dishes to you. "My love," he would say every time. "Try this one. How is it compared to the last? Should I keep looking? I'll keep looking, I haven't tried this other one yet.." and he would trail back off to the kitchen to start again. At first, you'd tried to dissuade him from trying every dish in the book, but your fiancé was nothing if not hard-headed, and you found yourself going along with it, content enough to try new food every night until the wedding. Each dish was better than the last, and that you certainly didn't mind. 

You chuckled quietly and allowed your eyes to fall closed, listening to the rhythmic sound of Gale’s heart beating beneath your ear. The wind was chilly, but your hearts were warm, as long as they beat together. 

~

fin

[unparalleledtomes]

Quiet Reverence (18+)

AO3 Link

Pairing: Gale x OC Female Character

Summary: Professor—and Mrs.—Dekarios needs to grade papers, but her husband's intent on torturing her instead.

Warnings: vaginal fingering, inappropriate use of mage hand, smut. minors dni.

Word Count: 719

A/N: hi, everyone. apologies in advance as this is my first bg3 piece and i have no dnd experience. but i fell in love with yappy rizzard and here we are. also, huge shoutout to @lenavis and @verai-marcel for beta reading

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Gale lifts his middle finger, a flick of his tongue given before he turns the page.

The Blackstaff Academy reading room is all but abandoned at this hour, nothing but the smell of mahogany and thousands of spines aglow with the soft amber of firelight. Mage hands, silent and focused, sort books or drift toward the ceiling to retrieve tomes for yawning students, and Gale watches one soar behind Noa’s head.

She squirms in her seat opposite him, a mess of half-graded papers in front of her. An ink blotch bleeds through the pages from her stilled quill head and she pinches the bridge of her nose with her other hand, every breath a struggle.

He quirks a brow and the quill snaps.

Two fingers of his summoned mage hand curl between her legs, its torturous worship buried beneath her teaching robe. When she glares at him he only wears a smug grin, eyes on her as he flips another page. For a moment the world disappears, her pupils swept to her temple before she exhales and blinks the world back into existence. She bites her lip, barely enough time to catch her breath before he commands the fingers deeper.

She jolts. The chair scrapes across the hardwood and draws attention from a stray apprentice two tables over. She meekly raises a hand in silent apology and he turns back to his book. Her eyes land back on Gale. The bastard softly chuckles into the pages of his tome.

She inhales a deep and choppy breath, glancing over her shoulder as the hand continues its affections. The wrist curls toward her slender body, its heel grinding against her clitoris in tandem with those slow, experienced fingers. Beneath the table Gale runs his boot up the length of her calf, his fingers frozen on an unturned page.

She closes her eyes and mouths, “Stop it.”

He smirks, and turns the page.

She exhales and balls fistfuls of her robe, straightening in her seat with a subtle swirl of her hips, as if to wriggle free from the pleasure between her legs—but with another inhale she opens her eyes to meet the licks of firelight in his, and is undone completely.

The smallest noise spills from her parted lips. Pleasure charges like chain lightning through her veins and she grips the edge of her seat with enough force to splinter it, a crack buried in the sound of her laboured breaths. She can’t help but envision Gale’s skin pressed against hers, their bodies tangled on a bed somewhere as his lips meet the dew on her neck, the gentle sting of teeth on her earlobe when he whispers, “Gods, you’re beautiful.” The fantasy wrings out another release.

He folds the book shut with a puff of satisfied laughter, patiently waiting for her return.

By the time her eyelids flutter open, the reading room is too hot, her robes too itchy, and she curses everyone and everything that forbids her to ravage him. Her eyes flit to his and for a moment they merely watch each other, eyes locked until they trail over every inch of skin the other plans to kiss first.

Neither dare to peel their gaze off the other, or hear the apprehensive footsteps that shuffle toward them. “Mr. and Mrs. Dekarios?”

Noa blinks first, glancing at the halfling with an armful of tomes and a curious look. “Yes?”

“I hate to impose, but we are closing momentarily.”

She glances at the clock hanging above the entryway, its pale face wide as a distant moon and about to strike one a.m. “Of course, our apologies.”

“No need to apologize. I’d just hate to see two of our most revered professors earn a scolding from the librarian.”

She and Gale share a knowing grin and thank the assistant for her warning, allowing her to shuffle back between the bookshelves.

Tomes snap shut around them and wisps of smoke curl from several hanging braziers, the odd one extinguished as if by magic. Noa watches the students who stagger to their feet and make their way through the double doors, her limbs still too rubbery to join them.

Gale rises, reaching out to her with a grin. “Need a hand?”

“...You’re going to pay for this.”

“Gods, I hope so.”

[boufsy]

Sweaty wizard with bow

[gh0st-lie]

Oh... 👁️👄👁️

[galeorderbride]

Hiii!!

I discovered your account recently, and I'm a fan! This strengthens my love for Gale even more! I have a request, is it possible to use the following prompts :

3)Touching foreheads

7) Kissing scars

11)Sharing secrets

41)Washing each other hairs

52)Crying into their shoulder

60) sitting in their lap

i will probably ask for others prompt later ahah!

thanks you so much 🖤

Thank you for the request!! I’m stoked to know I’ve helped strengthen your love for everyone’s favourite rizzard lol. And send as many prompts as you like!

Your prompt awaits:

Rated: M (Gale and Tav sharing a bath, non descriptive nudity).

Gale x F!tav

Words: 1652

...

Wash my Troubles Away

Baths were always the way Tav chose to unwind after a stressful day. Before the nautiloid, and after, although she’d been seriously lacking in access. In all honesty, she was surprised it took this long for her to break down. Months on the road, toiling through endless swaths of blood, shit and tears with the onus on them to solve everyone’s problems. At first, Tav enjoyed helping, seeing new friends suffer a little bit less in such a difficult society. Once they reached Rivington, however, her patience ran drier than a dead fountain. 

Thankfully, they found the Elfsong, where a private bathroom awaited. As soon as the fee was paid, Tav thought about taking a bath—craved it. A space to calm her muscles and cry out her troubles without drawing attention. 

Hot water flowed against her naked back, bubbling with lavender oil and sudsy soap, emanating the scent of vanilla and oat. Tav tucked her legs to her chest, curling into a ball of frustration and embarrassment as she couldn’t stop crying. Tav needed more resilience than this. Facing the end of the world required stalwart bravery, and she was having a meltdown over finding gold for a bank manager. How in the hells was she supposed to take down a giant brain? 

Meanwhile, everyone else had no problem being selfish. A toy maker set explosives in his own products, totally willing to kill children to save his own skin. Idiots tying up Volo just because he was talking about the things they wanted to ignore. Ironhand gnomes masking abusive bigotry with a shining cause. Tav was tired of everyone’s bullshit, making excuses for themselves, taking zero responsibility when she had no other option but to face problems head on. 

Her self pity was interrupted by a knock at the bathroom door. The sound of a lilted, erudite voice coming through the wood: 

“Mind if I come in, love?” 

Gale appeared in the doorway after Tav agreed he could enter. Holding fresh towels and a wicker basket of different bath products, looking brand new as if he’d just returned from an apothecary. Tav splashed water in her face to mask the puffiness of her eyes, as if her detail oriented wizard would ever let a thing like that get past him. 

“You seem like you could use some company. And so far, I’ve been very skilled and…calming you down, so to speak. I fetched some products from Bonecloak’s, all your favourite scents. Jasmine, pomegranate, aloe vera. If you’d prefer to be alone, know you won’t offend me. I just wanted to give you these so you know someone is thinking about you,” he said. 

Tav turned her head, grinning as best she could, easier because of his presence. Since their romance had begun, he was the only one virtually incapable of annoying her. He always knew what to say, always understood the right words or actions to keep her grounded. No one had been such a positive force in her life, and every morning, no matter how terrible, she thanked the stars for finding that unstable portal. 

“I’m not enviable company at the moment, but yours, would surely heal my weary heart,” Tav replied. 

Gale smiled, “No matter how you’re feeling, there is no one in the realms I’d rather spend my time with.” 

Times like this were when Tav didn’t believe she deserved his sweetness. Doting on her out of an adoration she couldn’t figure out. He placed the bottles on a tiny stool beside the tub, undressing so he could join her in a warm, sudsy water, snapping his fingers with a little magic to heat it back to ideal temperature. He made use of the large, circular space as he sunk in behind her, enveloping her in a comforting embrace as she rested her back onto his chest. Little hairs tickled her skin, causing her to chuckle for the first time all day. 

Careful movements of his fingertips massaging her scalp sent shivers down Tav’s spine. Scents of pomegranate and jasmine soothed her sinuses, letting the hot water pour down her head, through strands of clean hair. Tension from her muscles seemed to dissolve with each considerate touch, Gale’s hands created to caress her skin. When he finished, he wrapped his arms around her, rocking her back and forth as they both watched the window ahead. A clear night gifted them glimmering stars, a cool breeze whistling out of a crack in the insulation. Tav leaned back, resting her head in the crux of Gale’s shoulder as she closed her eyes. A few, stray tears fell from her eyes, overwhelmed by the sudden comfort of her magical lover lifting her through the ache of evening. 

Gale didn’t press her for reasons, didn’t rush to solve the problem when he noticed her tears. He just held her, waited in solidarity until she was ready, happy to let her sink into his life force to refresh her own. 

“I’m sorry,” she finally said with a tearful chuckle, “You must think I’m ridiculous. Crying for no reason like this.” 

“Well, my love, your mind may be telling you that there is no reason, but that doesn’t mean it’s true. With all our travels, all the weight on your shoulders, you have every reason to cry. You’re more resilient than you think, I’d have crumbled long ago,” he said. 

Tav looked up at him, in utter admiration for his thoughtfulness, his beauty, everything. If she could, she’d sing his praises for a thousand years, to make up for all the times Mystra never did. Or anyone else who didn’t care to see the magnificence of him. 

Her fingers traced up his collarbone, around the mark the orb left that paved a path to his wonderful neck. A forced tattoo sunk into the surface of his skin, binding him to his well intentioned folly. Their foreheads touched as Gale lowered his head, wishing desperately that he could hold every

 part of her at the same time. Mage hands and mirror images weren’t enough, it had to be him. 

“Can I tell you something I’ve never told anyone before?” He asked, words hanging on between their breaths, lips hovering over each other but never quite meeting. 

“Hmm, you’ve already told me about Mystra. And that you haven't spoken to anyone in over a year until me. Oh, and that you get excited when you see me bloody after a fight. What else could there possibly be?” She asked, flirtatiously smiling at him with her eyelids batting just the way he liked. The smirk he made when he saw it was irresistible. 

Gale chuckled, “This one is far less serious, but might be what you need to hear in this moment.” 

They adjusted slightly, Gale sitting up as he pulled his arm out of the water. Just above his elbow was a superficial scar, raised tissue blending in with the rest of his skin. An uneven line travelling up his arm, about three inches long. Wherever he got it from, it had to be years ago. 

“People don’t notice this scar much anymore, not with the giant black circle on my chest. But people used to. I’d tell them it was from a kitchen knife,” he said, “But…really I accidentally set fire to my neighbour’s rose bushes when I was a child. I was trying to conjure, and the fire got away from me. Singed my arm in the process.” 

Tav turned, scooching further onto his lap as she examined his arm. She couldn’t help but laugh, “That’s your secret? Ruining a bush?” 

“Not just any bush. A rose bush. One of the most beautiful I’d ever seen. I’d pass by those roses every day, stare at them for a minute or two. Just to see something be so effortlessly perfect in its imperfection. They simply grew that way, and then I destroyed them. All I could do was cry, sob over how I tarnished something so innocent and pretty for my own sake. I don’t talk about it because…well, it’s silly, but it’s the worst thing I’ve ever felt. It’s stayed with me my entire life, and the burn scar only serves as a beacon for it,” he explained. 

“Even worse than what happened with Mystra?” She asked, grazing her fingertips across the uneven line of the scar. Eyes stuck to the mark as if it was the last thing she’d ever see. 

Gale hesitated, taking a heart wrenching pause. Tav noticed his eyes staring ahead, fixated on the window. A heavy, unsaid energy hung over him.  

“It was the catalyst. For everything. Had I not set fire to that bush, Elminster never would’ve found me. And then I’d never have attracted Mystra’s attention. A boring existence…but maybe a better one,” he said, voice trailing along the waves of his melancholic thoughts. 

Instead of responding, giving him a treatise on how he didn’t need to feel guilty anymore and burning a flower bush wasn’t a definer of his total character, she pressed her lips against the burn scar. Counting her kisses for every year of remorse he felt since setting that fire ball. Ever since their first night together, he slowly began to shed that overconfident veneer, more comfortable to show her the parts of him that hurt, the deep cuts that both of them wished they could bury. 

“Seems we both have a guilt problem,” Tav said. “Come here.” 

Tav moved to straddle his lap, taking the ceramic bowl and filling it with the warm, soapy water. Gale rested on her shoulder, as if on impulse, while she poured the liquid down the long strands of chestnut hair. Running her shampooed hands across his scalp, satisfied every time she heard his happy moans against the scratch of her nails. After rinsing, she kissed the top of his head. 

“Thank you for telling me a secret,” she said, “I’ll tell you one of mine tomorrow.”

[bestmutt]

Guys stop calling him hot just because he showed some tail, he's starting to act like he's the Rizzard of Oz 😭

JGVDSHFSHD RIZZARD OF OZ HELP

[letsgetrowdy43]

could i request an insta edit of adam fantilli and a girl he met on vacation in italy 🤭

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞

Im still not done my 100 follower celly, I’m so sorry it’s taking forever, I’m just so drained.

But something abt this request gave me a little boost of energy

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Ynofficial goodbye freshman year hello Italy!!

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user38 THIS IS THE MOMENT

Ynbestfriend we are so hot

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Ynofficial would like to say a big thanks to the tall hot Canadian boys who took our picture at dinner (specifically the brunette)

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Lucafantilli np ladies

Ynofficial we owe you are our lives 🙇‍♀️

Adamfantilli I feel honoured

ynofficial you should. you took a photo of greatness today!

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Adamfantilli finally did some sight seeing

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ynbestfriend adam the photographer??

Adamfantilli it’s a gift 😌

ynofficial is gonna be a curse if you keep taking photos of me looking that good

Adamfantilli I don't think I'd mind very much

lucafantilli was that an attempt at rizz??

user75 looking very Bf here 🤭

rutgermcgroarty a mystery woman (plural)!!

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Ynofficial I swear Italy has made me so pretty

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user38 HAND IN MARRIAGE PLEASE 💍

Adamfantilli I'm sat 🧎🏼‍♀️

Mackie.samo that’s a little thirsty….

jdrusk53 Im piecing things together over here 😲

user15 please one chance 🙏 I BEG

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Ynofficial when in Rome!!

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ynbestfriend Okay Ms. Summer romance!!

lhughes_06 could be us 😔

ynbestfriend in your dreams Lukey

lhughes_06 always <3

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user29 we lost him

user400 the rizz was just too good

seamuscasey26 call him the 'Rizzard of Oz'

user93 Luca. IM DROOLING

lhughes_06 this feels like a weird crossover episode...

ynbestfriend are you stalking us Hughesy??

Dylanduke25 he wants you 😼

Markestapa sexually 😫

Edwards.73 Ew ew ew ew

Ynofficial she wants him back 🤭

[serendipizzy79]

Elma shoots for a poly solution. Worth a shot, right?

Ooo harsh.

Bollocks.

I cannot tell you how long I sat and looked at these 4 options.

That's why. *Visible confusion*

So we are supposed to still be getting-it-on off-screen? I wasn't sure.

*rolls eyes* stop just calling it "fun", Astarion.

The morning after Elma got Rizzed by the Rizzard. Astarion wanted to talk. I felt awful.

No... He flirted with her at the tiefling party, which was ages ago, and before we slept together, btw. And then he told me, yesterday, out of the blue, that I looked hot while I was fighting Marcus, and had I read up on the subject of amorous liaisons after adrenaline rushes?! That is not more than we have between us.

Astarion. You are not making this easy, I swear to Bhaal. I'm touched that he struggles so hard to understand why Elma might want to be with him over Gale, don't get me wrong. But if he says "fun" one more freaking time... He really isn't as smooth a talker as he thinks.