TheRealShanBear 🐻 Halla & Gilnoruil
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* She/Her, 40. Drinker of tea. Ridiculously British. GMT * 3D art, My OCs, <3 Illidan, Astarion, Neuvillette, Vessel, Sylus <3 * NO N*F*Ts, NO AI 🔞 * Feeds for art #trsbart #trsbartnsfw * Pfp by MaddieBiscuits * I don't do follow for follow or commissions.
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therealshanbear.bsky.social
I'm Shan and I create 3D art with WoW / Sims / BG3 assets in Blender and Photoshop - mainly of my OCs Halla and Gilnoruil!
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* Please repost if you enjoy, I appreciate it 💖 Please do not upload my art yourself.
* Do not use my OCs
* I have both SFW and NSFW feeds for just art
3D art of Gilnoruil, Halla (my OCs) and Astarion. Gilnor 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. Halla is a human female character from Baldur's Gate 3 with tanned skin, wavy shoulder-length brown hair and a purple tattoo of tribal squiggly lines on her face. Astarion is a male elf canon character from Baldur's Gate 3 with pale skin and short wavy-to-curly white hair.
Front view, waist up of the three characters, Halla on the left, Gilnor in the middle and Astarion on the right. Gilnor is looking disgruntled, his arms folded about himself, staring down at Astarion. Halla is cuddled up against the backside of his right shoulder, her hand gripping his arm as she smiles warmly at Astarion. Astarion is cuddled up to Gilnor's chest, his hand on the front of Gilnor's right shoulder as he looks up at him with a devilish smirk.
The setting is the main Act 1 outdoor campsite with night time lighting and soft firelight. 3D art of my OCs Gilnoruil and Halla. Gilnor is a dragon in elf-form character using an edited model from World of Warcraft with pale skin, pointed ears, back-length black hair with silver braids, burgundy horns and russet scales. Halla is a Kul'tiran human female character using an edited model from World of Warcraft with a thick build, tanned skin, wavy shoulder-length brown hair and a purple facial tattoo on her right side.
Closeup, side view of Halla sticking her tongue out at Gilnor. Her expression is playful. His is curious, and his right hand is lifted, his index finger and thumb making a pinching gesture close to her face like he wants to nab her tongue.
The atmosphere is cool and romantic.
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sleeptokenlyrics.bsky.social
I am broken into fractions, and I am driven to distraction.
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therealshanbear.bsky.social
'Intervention'

Ouraian is sick of Bhaal's shit.

#trsbwriting #bg3fanfic #bg3fanfiction
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-
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wakingnaturally.bsky.social
erotica should not come from a soulless machine. erotica should come from your local bookstore or your friends on the internet when they have divine inspiration.
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swordsbardkat.bsky.social
"The sun was banished from my life - forbidden. And we all lust after the forbidden, don't we?"

#bg3 #baldursgate3 #astarion #bg3vp #virtualphotography #gaming
A screenshot of Astarion from Baldur's Gate 3. He is standing in a dark cave in front of a camp-fire, wearing a variation of his starting outfit. He looks towards the ceiling as a stream of light creates a halo effect on his hair.
therealshanbear.bsky.social
#tavqotd Charisma

Gilnor is as hard as a brick. But he reads people fairly well (putting aside flirting). He is intimidating, commanding, and he can find exactly where to press to get what he needs in the quickest / easiest way.

I think it was someone here who said force of personality =D
therealshanbear.bsky.social
#tavqotd When No-one's Looking

Gilnor is vulnerable. He plays his music mostly alone, and only sings in front of people he trusts implicitly (that's a short list). He's soft and thoughtful and full of wonder.

Halla is Halla. She doesn't wear any masks.
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therealshanbear.bsky.social
Since it's Kinktober you can be as unhinged as you like 😆
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therealshanbear.bsky.social
#tavqotd
Post your Tav/Durge and answer questions about them in character!

Gilnoruil glances up from where he is tuning his small harp. He arches one midnight brow, and even though he doesn't say anything, he appears to be waiting.
therealshanbear.bsky.social
fun wrong - and there's NO SUCH THING. If poly makes them mad, let it, that's a *them* problem and they can just move the fuck along.

We're all just people playing with dolls to enjoy life. You keep doing you. 🫶🫂💖
therealshanbear.bsky.social
Good! Those hateful people can shove it; your OC is wonderful and you're allowed to have fun with / express her however you want. I know that's easier to say than it is to do - I've been there too - but honestly remember that it's just another flavour of people being ridiculous saying you're having-
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itsnad.bsky.social
I was looking for something and forgot I made this in like, January for a reddit shitpost or something asfjkALSJFFJ 😭 bye
therealshanbear.bsky.social
2/2
usually when they're away from each other for some reason and the feeling strikes. Halla is more likely to than Gilnor in this instance. Gilnor tends to not get sexual feelings as much when his partners aren't around.
therealshanbear.bsky.social
#tavqotd #nsfw Self Pleasure 1/2

Yes, and also yes.

Both of them incorporate masturbation into their sex lives. They'll do it together, or one watches the other. Gilnor sometimes likes to do it in moments he knows Halla and/or Astarion will walk in on him.

Fully alone? Not common but sometimes;-
cardigancarm.bsky.social
#nsfw #tavqotd Does your tav/durge still masturbate even though they have a partner(s)? If they do, when do they do it?
therealshanbear.bsky.social
'Intervention'

Ouraian is sick of Bhaal's shit.

#trsbwriting #bg3fanfic #bg3fanfiction
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-
therealshanbear.bsky.social
I once said as a joke that my God-OC Ouraian would kick Bhaal's arse if he tried to make Gilnor actually kill Halla - but now I'm cooking up ideas for Him to actually get involved with Gilnor's purification / ressurection. A deal with Withers to not start a celestial war with the Gods of Faerun...
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therealshanbear.bsky.social
Gilnor and Astarion's First Time (alone)

Okay so in fic, this happens in a tent, but I only remembered that after I made this art so... Erm... Artistic licence?

#trsbartnsfw #blender3d #BG3 #bg3art #bg3durge #astarion #romance #passion #nsfwart
NSFW 3D art of Gilnoruil (my OC) and Astarion. Gilnor 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. Astarion is a male elf canon character from Baldur's Gate 3 with pale skin and short wavy-to-curly white hair.
Side view of them fully naked, making love for the first time. Gilnor is sitting in Astarion's lap, his legs crossed around Astarion's waist, his upper body leaning back, his left hand ruffling through Astarion's hair. His eyes are closed, his head dipped towards Astarion with a pleasured expression. Astarion is looking up at him with a gentle, pleased expression, his right arm wrapped around Gilnor.
The setting is a medieval style bedroom with warm, cosy lighting. NSFW 3D art of Gilnoruil (my OC) and Astarion. Gilnor 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. Astarion is a male elf canon character from Baldur's Gate 3 with pale skin and short wavy-to-curly white hair.
Side view of them laying on their sides facing the camera on a bed fully naked. Gilnor is tucked behind Astarion, his right arm around Astarion's shoulders and his left arm around the front of Astarion's chest, his hand touching Astarion's face to encourage him to turn his head towards Gilnor. Their noses are almost touching, with flirty expressions on both. Astarion's left hand is gripping Gilnor's left shoulder from around the back. Gilnor's tail is draped over them, with the tip touching the centre of Astarion's chest.
The setting is a medieval style bedroom with warm, cosy lighting.
therealshanbear.bsky.social
#tavqotd Starle

Halla will yelp, and then provided the person / thing is not dangerous, probably laugh her ass off.

I would like to preface Gilnor's with a 'please do not try this at home' warning. In the unlikely event he gets spooked, watch out. He is a throat-grabber.
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wildmagickatie.bsky.social
a short rest 🌼✨

a bit late, but I made this for day 12 of #Galetober - Flowers 🥹

thank you @artsywarden.bsky.social for sharing your prompts!

#wildweave💚💜 #awgaletober #bg3 #GaleDekarios #bg3tav #bg3fanart #3drender #3dart
A 3d render of Gale Dekarios from Baldur’s Gate 3 and Willow, a half-elf woman with reddish brown hair that is tied into a ponytail. Gale is wearing his purple wizard’s robes, and Willow is wearing a green shirt and black pants. They are resting in a field of white daisies, and Gale is lying on his back with his eyes closed while Willow props herself on his chest and taps the tip of his nose with her right hand. They both have daisies tucked behind their ears, and Gale has a few small daisies scattered on his chest. It’s late afternoon and the lighting is warm.
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#Astarion
#Astarionfanart
#bg3
#baldursgate3
therealshanbear.bsky.social
and slowly reveals itself as the pale tiefling with deep red scales and very bleary lilac eyes with vertical slits for pupils.
He sniffs.
"... Coffee."
H: "This is Veliss Nailo and yes, they have coffee!" she laughs.
therealshanbear.bsky.social
(Aaa beautiful art!! 😍)
Halla beams a large smile.
"Oh, pleased to meet you! I'm Halla!" She sticks out her hand in an offer to shake. "And this is Gilnoruil-"
She looks at the unmoving lump and after a second, gives the largest bit a good ol' poke with a finger. "Gilnor! Company."
The lump grunts,-
therealshanbear.bsky.social
ME TOO, who allowed this??!???

(Spoilers; me. 🤣)
therealshanbear.bsky.social
Oh, man, I missed it being 'lingerie' for Kinktober yesterday. Better late than never I guess?

I put Gilnor in lingerie to cheer myself up when I was sick (it was sort of a joke) but then he owned it so it's canon now.

#trsbartnsfw #BG3 #Kinktober #BG3NSFW #BG3Kinktober #bg3durge
3D art of my OC Gilnoruil. Gilnor 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.
Full body view of Gilnor in a black leather vest, wide open at the chest and thigh-high leather boots. He is sitting on a bed, leaning back against the backboard with his left arm resting on it, his index finger pointing to his own lips. His right arm is draped over a round red pillow. His right leg is bent, crossing the left at the calf. His expression is a reserved smile and his eyes are glowing soft purple.
The setting is a bedroom at the Elfsong tavern with warm, gentle lighting. 3D art of my OC Gilnoruil. Gilnor 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.
Full body view of Gilnor in black lingerie and thigh-high leather boots. He is sitting on a bed, leaning back against the backboard with his left arm resting on it, his index finger pointing to his own forehead. His right arm is draped over a round red pillow. His right leg is bent, crossing the left at the calf. His expression is a playful, seductive smile and his eyes are glowing soft purple.
The setting is a bedroom at the Elfsong tavern with warm, gentle lighting.
therealshanbear.bsky.social
Halla drags herself to sit up a bit in the bedroll. As she does, the large lump with only a pair of horns visible and the very top of a crown of black hair *growls* low.
"Oh, thanks!" She looks at the tea and starts picking out a blend. "I... Don't think we've met?"