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'Beach'

From The World of Aer Mara (I suck at titles). Merman Gilnoruil comes up to the secret cove to warm himself beneath the sun.

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'Vibrate'
From the main fic prequel scene 'The Pantry'. One of my favourite descriptors for when Gilnor growls or purrs 🤭

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The 'A Mere Thought Experiment' conversation, where Astarion asks Halla and Gilnor who they'd bite if they were vampires - with the rule of 'no cheating' - aka, they can't pick each other.

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"Gentle."

From the main fic prequel scene 'The Pantry'...

In our group game, a wild Halla appeared!

She'd been looking for Gilnor's party for a while (they were in the shadow-cursed lands when she received the letter from Halsin to tell her Gilnor was alive). After chatting with them, she steals him away for a more private catch-up...
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Ok here we go, sorry for the messing about.

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A written preview, if you like those!
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His hand found hers and he tucked his long fingers around it, his thumb oh-so-softly gliding back and forth just below her knuckles. The leather of his glove was the only barrier between their skin, and at the back of his mind he mused that it was an apt metaphor for everything that prevented him from telling her how he truly felt.

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As the Dark Urge Ketheric: Gilnoruil hated Ketheric with a fierce passion. You wouldn't think it to look at him when the two interacted though - Gilnor is a master at concealing his true emotions and he was curteous with the Chosen of Myrkul. But you had better believe behind that unwavering, stony expression that Gilnor was fantasising about killing him. It was nothing personal. He just felt that Myrkul's 'gift' of immortality is offensive, and in complete opposition to his Father's mission. But he knew they need three for their plan… And since Bhaal entered into some kind of 'truce' with the other Gods of death, Gilnor accepted his place among the Chosen. Orin: Gilnoruil adored Orin. She was his sister, a place for Gilnor that unfortunately came with a blind spot. She was probably the only one in the whole of the cult that he liked. Yes, he found her tendencies to 'flourish' with her kills and offerings a bit much, and tried to steer her more towards his own ways… But she was so good at her craft that how she got there wasn't that big of a deal to him. Gilnor didn't acknowledge this at the time, but Orin filled the hole even for his pre-DUrge self where his sister Sileveth had been. He groomed her to be his successor should he fall… And he had no idea that fall would actually be by her hand. If he could have felt anything about it, he would have been a mixture of devastation that she would turn on him, and pride that she was able to take him down. Gortash: Gilnoruil admired Gortash, which was not an easy thing to earn. The Chosen of Bane was his equal in intelligence, and he had the manipulative people skills that Gilnor lacked. Gilnor in fact took a lot of time to learn from Gortash, and it's probable that Gilnor's skills in manipulation were taught to him by Enver. He was probably the closest thing Gilnor had to a 'friend'… If you could really call anyone such a thing at this stage of Gilnor's life.

Freed Ketheric: Meeting Ketheric again, Gilnor despised him immediately - an echo of his past. He felt much the same; that his cheating death was an unnatural abomination. However, this time around it was more tempered by the fact that Ketheric was doing awful things and needed to be stopped. But Gilnor did recognise that his feelings of hatred had deep, long-forgotten roots… Since at the time he couldn't lash out at Ketheric directly, it was those feelings that drove him to strike at the goblins in Moonrise Towers. Orin: Hoo boy. A lot to unpack. Meeting Orin again, the shapeshifter made no secret that she was responsible for Gilnor's fall. Gilnor also discovered his own origins by this point, so his mind was a tempest with everything coming crashing down on him. And Orin kept appearing, taunting him, goading him to go back to his Bhaalspawn ways… Gilnor was torn. On one hand, he was furious, insenced, and wanted to destroy her in the most painful ways cooked up by his perverse mind. But on the other… He was grateful. He didn't want to think about where he might be if she hadn't stabbed him in the back of the head. Of course when Orin took Halla, his gratitude was kicked violently to the curb as he was possessed with the panic and desperation to save his beloved. Any mercy he might have granted for their old relationship and Orin's 'reset' was burned to ashes. She had threatened the one thing in all the world that Gilnor now wanted to live for, and he wasn't going to let her get away with it. Gortash: (I really need to write this properly). Gilnor was rather taken-aback by Gortash's familiarity with him. And also mildly offended once he realised how the Banite regarded him that Enver had literally stood by and watched as Gilnor was usurped and later experimented on. He'd also come to care about Karlach, and wanted to see Gortash pay for what he had done to her. Secretly, he could see why the two of them might have been good allies, and was tempted to accept his

#durgecember Day 3 - Ketheric / Orin / Gortash

I didn't have anything specific for this, so I wrote about Gilnor's feelings towards each of them - both as Dark Urge and on the adventure.

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Gilnor’s attention was grabbed by the sound of Halla making a choked sound. He turned abruptly towards her and let out a fracturing roar of agony. Her body was jutted upwards, a great pillar of sharpened rock spearing through it from her back, the point erupted through her chest. Blood spilled from the wound, and from the corner of her lips. Sileveth screamed, and the sound made the whole temple shudder. Gilnor collapsed to his knees. Halla was dead. He could no longer hear her heart. “If we are to wither, then that’s the price.” The earth scion said remorselessly. As tears rained from his furious eyes, Gilnor charged at him, clasping his taloned hands around the earth scion’s throat. The bastard didn’t even have the audacity to try and fight him, and simply smiled. The Father of all Crowned bit the earth scion. But he wasn’t going to let this one just fade. As soon as the scion was made mortal, Gilnor wrapped his re-erupted wings around his foe like a dark cloak, preventing him from vanishing into the mortal world. And preventing both Sileveth and the air scion from seeing him tear the earth scion apart, piece by piece with his fangs. When he re-emerged, he found his sister cradling Halla’s body. With his power dispersed, the earth scion’s pillar had shattered. The air scion’s hands were glowing with nature magic as she tried desperately to repair what her companion had done. Her fingers quaked. The physical damage of the earth scion’s attack was gone, but still Halla did not breathe. “I… I cannot, it is… Too late…” she mumbled, tears of her own falling. But Sileveth could see that these were not false. “Please… I did not know he would… I am truly sorry…” She cowed before Gilnoruil and he stared daggers into her. Good. She should fear. They should all fear. For now he had nothing left to lose. Fey-kind was a mistake.

I feel like posting some feels. So here's a thing from Curse. Ever wondered what Gilnor would do if Halla died?

Vengeance.

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The sorcerer wanted desperately to reply, but nothing would come out. His tongue felt restless in his mouth, and yet he couldn’t summon any words. He couldn’t even form them in his thoughts. They were just so tangled up in that uncertain, fearful mess of not knowing his own feelings. A part of him wanted to challenge Astarion’s affirmation that he wanted something that ‘could not be’, to point out to him that Gilnor had never directly refused the possibility of affection from him, but that part was being swiftly smothered by the uncertainty and doubt. He was afraid. Afraid that he would somehow make Astarion’s difficult history with intimacy worse with his own bullshit. No… He couldn’t do that to his friend. He wouldn’t do that to his friend. Not when Astarion had been so generous to him in helping him deal with his Dark Urge, and in protecting Halla from it. Subconsciously, his hand had found his pocket again, only this time, his clawed fingers had delved inside and were lightly caressing the glass bottle that contained his blood. Gilnor brandished it and offered it towards Astarion. The moonlight caught the bottle, glinting off the perfectly polished glass and the deep carmine liquid inside. Astarion knew instantly what it was, either by sight or smell or both, and blinked adorably like he had no idea how to respond. The tiefling’s tail curled anxiously, a soft heat rising in his cheeks. “Here.” He said, giving the bottle a tiny, gentle shake. Astarion reached out his hand, and taking special care not to touch his pearlescent, cool skin, Gilnor deposited the vial in the vampire’s palm. Astarion’s perfect fingers closed around it. “What-?” he started. Gilnor shrugged. “What am I going to do with it? I cannot exactly put it back now, can I?” he replied. “A vial of blood is far more useful to a vampire, is it not? Although if it smells even a little bit off just dispose of it. I… I can’t deal with the thought of me… Poisoning you.” He was shocked to find Asta…

Gilnor gives Astarion the vial of his blood that Araj took.

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#BG3Kinkmas2025 #nsfw #trsbwriting Day 10: Oral

Halla and Gilnor indulge in this a lot. Both of them love giving and receiving. So here's Gilnor's first experience of it with Halla a little while after they got together (just because I like making him a mess ok)...

Again, I didn't have anything written to match the art for today's #bg3ocweek prompt... BUT I did write a little thing about Gilnor's WoW self (a dragon) having a custom dagger commissioned to be a gift for Halla where he asks her to be his consort (mate).

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It wasn't their first but I realised I DID actually write their BG3 selves having a date at the tavern... And Gilnor being his usual highly territorial self...
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Halla's lower lip wobbled in uncertainty, and Gilnor had to fight himself to not smile at how cute it was. "What if it sounds awful?" she mumbled. Gilnor sighed softly, reaching out his hand. He made a beckoning motion, and she obediently passed him the fiddle along with the bow. "Halla, you cannot be afraid of something like that," he said, lifting the instrument to rest it against his own shoulder. "We are not born good at things. Talent is a myth at worst; at best merely an aptitude for learning a type of skill. But it is all skill, and thus it can be learned." He settled his jaw against the chin-rest, and lifted the bow to the strings. With distinct elegance, he played a simple scale, the notes ringing crisp and clear to replace Halla's worried look with a smile. Gilnor then played the scale backwards. "Do you assume that I could play the moment I picked it up?" he asked gently. "I have years of practice behind me… The key is not to fear striking the wrong note; this will happen at first. The one thing that I can advise is make mistakes, but make them with confidence." He replayed the scale, this time clearly 'slipping' one of his fingers so that one of the notes was out of place. Then, as he played backwards again, he made his stroke tentative, which caused the fiddle to stutter and grate with a sound that made both their teeth grind - like nails against a chalkboard. "Ouch." Halla said with a chuckle. Gilnor grinned and passed the instrument back to her. "Confidence." he reiterated. Halla nodded and set the violin in place, her eyes looking to her own fingers on the neck as she practised putting them down in sequence without using the bow. Once she nodded again, Gilnor's lips parted, and he sang the scale to her. She managed to play it with only one mistake, and Gilnor politely corrected her finger position with a gentle nudge. But even so, she was determined and in good spirits that making sure her movements were purposeful stopped the instrument so…

#bg3firstsweek Day 3: Trying a New Thing

I wrote something new for this - here's Halla learning how to play the fiddle from Gilnor. #trsbwriting

Okay, here we go. #trsbwriting

'Overdue Retribution.' - 2,166 words

TW: recalling physical, mental abuse and sexual assault. Mild / suggested torture. Murder and blood mentions.

I don't do graphic violence, but please mind the above.
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Once through, Mordan was stuck, staring with confusion and fear. Gilnor had taken them to the old, now abandoned temple of Bhaal. But the relief of the Lord of Murder still remained, its hollow eye sockets still dripping blood as it hung menacingly behind the altar. On the floor where the elf was standing, was still the large, rotted stain where Orin had fallen. Gilnor stepped up to the altar and sat on it, casually crossing one leg over the other. "There is no point is screaming," Gilnor said, idly picking some dirt from under one of his talons. "Or do if you want. The acoustics for such are quite something, which presumably is by design. But the point I was making is no-one will hear you."

A little snippet of Gilnor's little encounter with Mordan - Halla's bitch-ass elf ex. 😈

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#bg3firstsweek #trsbwriting 2: Conflict -1200w

Act 3. Halla, Gilnor and Astarion are now a vee. Lying in bed one morning, Astarion makes a poor joke about getting to cuddle Gilnor, with explosive consequences...

But this is also the first time Gilnor admits he might have more-than-friends feelings

Today I remembered fondly my dark dystopian fantasy story and how merman Gilnor got to murder someone as a treat.

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Halla's Past - 1,403 words

TW: mentions of past abuse

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A snippet of fic "You kiss me insatiably… Grab my body, smear my makeup… We tumble to the floor and I can feel you, your body pressing down on me, laying a claim with your weight, your breath hot in my ear. You can't stop yourself from rubbing against me, hot and hard and wanting to just fuck me right there on the floor. Make me want no-one else but you because you want no-one else but me." He hummed again. A brief pause. Halla felt like her heart was going to burst from excitement and anticipation. His dark, narrow pupils slid between her eyes intently. "And?" he pressed, leaning forward, his elbows resting over his knees as he brought his face so delightfully close. "And…?" she echoed, not understanding the word made into a question. "Do I?" he whispered. "Do I… Make you want no-one else but me?"

3D art of my OCs Gilnoruil and Halla. He is a male tiefling character from Baldur's Gate 3 with pale skin, burgundy horns, shoulder-length black hair with silver braids and garnet red dragon scales on his face. She is a human female character from Baldur's Gate 3 with tanned skin, wavy shoulder-length brown hair. Full body 3/4 view of them kneeling on the floor in front of the couch. Gilnor is behind Halla, his left hand gripping her shoulder and his right arm wrapped around her to cup her face as she turns back towards him. He is wearing his black turtleneck, pushed up to show his abdomen, and his black trousers are open. Halla is wearing a satin and lace bra and panty set in red. Her right hand is readhing back to Gilnor's arm and her left is cupping her own breast. She is smiling lovingly at him, and he is smiling too with a gentle, loving expression. Gilnor's tail is looped around Halla's leg closest to the camera, brushing up agains her stomach. The setting is a modern style sitting room with warm light coming from the left and cool from above.

Writing the spicy today. In the ModernAU, Halla and Gilnor indulge in a bit of role-play.

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The pain suddenly ceased. Just completely vanished. But then, so did the sensation of actually being housed in a body of flesh. Gilnoruil floated, a strange mixture of serenity and dread settling in his mind. Voices. "Thou should not be here." Withers? "Do not test me," The second voice was… It was his. And yet, he wasn't the one speaking. He couldn't be, with no vocal chords to make the noise. "I have had just about enough of the Gods of Faerun thinking they can do as they please. Thinking that they alone hold dominion over mortals. Well, this mortal is mine, and your 'Lord of Murder' will pay the price for using him." The confusion was so strong that Gilnor became largely deaf to the conversation as it continued somewhere around him. He couldn't see; all was black. He couldn't feel anything save for the emotions within. Withers and the 'other him' continued to talk and Gilnor wondered if his violent death at the hands of Bhaal had eroded his very sanity. They appeared to be bargaining for Gilnor's soul. Why? Who were they? He didn't think he was worth it. But… Astarion. Halla. A cool hand graced his incorporeal face and suddenly the darkness receded. Light bathed Gilnor's vision, and he was staring back at- "Hello." It was him. He was looking at himself. But there were differences. The other him was mostly the same, except the scales on his face were a shifting midnight colour, with shining flecks. It looked like a piece of the deepest night sky captured within the being's countenance. Similarly, his horns seemed to be coated in the same sky, with an ethereal moonlight glow around their edges.

"You… You are… Me?" The words formed even without flesh. The other him smiled, closed-lipped and very familiar. "In a manner of speaking," he said. His voice was identical to Gilnor's, but there was also something… Other about it. Something powerful. "I came to avenge you. To destroy the one who brazenly dared to tamper with that which does not belong to him." "I know not which God you are…" "No reason you would, for I am not of this world." Gilnor felt as though he had sat up. More of the other him was visible to him now. He could see long flowing white robes and a massive pair of folded wings resting at the God's back. The membranes were again filled with stars. "We have reached an agreement," the celestial said. "The withered one has… Convinced me not to bring my wrath to bear upon Bhaal, and potentially all of your world's Gods. Despite my marked disdain for how they play with the mortals of this realm. In exchange, he will break his own non-interference rule. You will return. You will stop your usurper 'father' and his allies. You will be with her once more." "Halla." The celestial nodded, his smile widening. The same kind of smile that Gilnor himself reserved only for his beloveds. "Who are you?" Gilnor asked. "What is your name?" "Does that matter? You will not remember this when you wake." "It does matter. I wish to know." The celestial turned his head for a moment, staring off into space away from Gilnor. His huge wings flexed, the vicious black claws on them curling a little. Gilnor pressed him with his eyes until their gazes met again. "Ouraian. At least, that is the name you do not already know."

Gilnor repeated it. Ouraian… The very sound of it made him feel right somehow, and instantly he knew that even if he did forget it when he awoke back on the mortal plane, he wouldn't be Godless. He would never be abandoned. His true Father would never permit it. The cool hand returned, a soft, light caress. Tender, again, like a parent soothing a child. Oddly, it made Gilnor's not-really-there eyes tingle. He felt heavy. He fought to stay awake, to talk more with this saviour God, but Ouraian didn't seem to be there anymore. Instead, Withers was beside him. And then he was falling, falling… Falling. The musty, bloodied air of the Bhaal temple. Gilnor gasped-

'Intervention'

Ouraian is sick of Bhaal's shit.

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Shelter With You - (A Shadows Dissolving sequel scene, after game events) - Chapter 1 - TheRealShanBear - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

If you wanna read it, it's here... archiveofourown.org/works/661866...

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A written excerpt from my NSFW piece; The Pantry. See AO3 link.

An excerpt from 'The Pantry'.

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He was such a delicious contradiction. On the outside, so quiet and controlled, private and stoic. But now, uncovered beneath all that was a man with fierce, unquenchable passion. He was bestial and instinctual, and so very full of intesne emotions that he was only just discovering himself. She unlocked that side, while also knowing that she was the only one who could. Even now, the way he nuzzled and repeated over what she knew had to be a prominent mark on her neck by this point, there was something deeply reverant about the way he loved her.

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“Do you swear?” she asked. He lifted an eyebrow. “That if I tell you ‘no’, you will stop pursuing me?” His heart sank like a stone. But he maintained eye-contact despite it. “I swear, yes.” “That’s all I wanted. And because of that-” Her face pressed into his hand and his stomach erupted in sudden butterflies. “I’m not telling you no. But I am going to tell you to kiss me.” At first, he wasn’t sure he’d heard her right. His slitted pupils glanced back and forth between her own eyes, a wordless plea for confirmation or rebuttal. “Kiss me, Gilnoruil.” Halla repeated, no waiver in her voice.

I love my ModernAU. It's one of the less plot, more sauce stories, but I really ought to do some more stuff with it. I love exploring the dynamic between a kind of heartless, cold guy who's used to using intimidation and power to get his way, becoming defenceless to his love interest.

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The vampire’s eyes glowed like cold stars in an otherwise empty night. She was too far away to make them out in detail, but they seemed to shift in colour occasionally, from silver to lilac and back again. Halla had mentally prepared herself for the inevitability that he was beautiful. The primer had stated such in a very academic, clinical way, as beauty was a trait of all the Fey. So it was easy for her to dismiss the fluttering in her chest and the mild heat that was summoned to her cheeks at laying her eyes on him. It was definitely him. There was no mistaking him. ‘Eldarin.’

A snippet from Curse of the Crowned: Chapter 2 - Beginnings...

Halla the monster hunter sets eyes on her newest prey for the first time.

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Here it is. Gilnor and Astarion's first kiss.

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