#tanithia's asks

[ladytanithia]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 🫶🧈✨️🫀

Thank you! This was a nice surprise to start my day with! You are a beautiful person, as well, my friend!

[ladytanithia]

For the wip tag game, I’d love to hear about “Dani and Geldis talk about the end” 💕

I missed yours, too, Sonny - apologies! It's been a busy and tiring week, but I'm getting caught up on the things I missed.

"The end" is just a little scene that isn't even a full page long. It's not an in-depth discussion of what could happen when one of them dies, just a brief moment of thinking about it. Dani's been alone for over a decade since her Earth spouse died, and with Geldis she never knows whether she cries with joy or with the anticipation of this beautiful new love ending sooner than she'd like. She only had three years with her spouse, two of which were overshadowed by cancer and chemo. She's a natural pessimist, so she can't help but wonder how long she'll get to experience the comfort and companionship she enjoys with Geldis. If you want to read, here you go!

"Before I came here, I felt old and unattractive," Dani groused. "I'd had no one interested in me in the eleven years I've been widowed. I'm fat and wrinkled, and I'm getting a double chin now. I'm so far from the beautiful young woman I used to be."

"Until you smile," Geldis countered, smiling himself. "And then your face lights up the room."

Dani smiled, embarrassed, turning her face away. Geldis resisted the urge to turn her face back to him, knowing it wasn't time yet and it would just annoy her.

"And when you sing, everyone listens. Your stories are entertaining. And your painting - it gets better all the time, and I'm proud to hang your pictures all around the Netch. They really liven the place up. You're so much more than your appearance, Dani. I wish you'd see that for yourself. You've added beauty and joy to Raven Rock, and we all love you no matter how you look. But I still think you're beautiful, inside and out."

Dani turned her hazel eyes back to him, and he was warmed to the core seeing the adoration in her smile, the crinkles at the corners of her damp, shining eyes. "I always told myself I'd grow old gracefully, but I've found myself kicking and screaming all the way. I thought I needed a younger man to make me feel young again, but your young heart has..." She floundered for the right words. "...grabbed mine by the hand and whirled it out onto the dance floor!" Her smiling eyes turned thoughtful. "You've quietly and... steadfastly restored my faith in the existence of true love. There just aren't any words to tell you how DEEPLY I appreciate you. And of course, I love you to the moons and back, Geldis. I hope I can stay with you for the rest of one or both of our lives."

"I don't want to be the one to go last," Geldis replied. He stroked her hair back from her face, his own eyes moist.

"Neither do I. I've done that before and it's gut-wrenching."

"Maybe we can arrange to just die together in our sleep, holding each other as our spirits depart for Aetherius."

"You're such a romantic!"

"Takes one to know one." He pulled her into his arms, and she closed her eyes and parted her lips, certain he was going to kiss her. Suddenly, he dipped her backwards and she struggled to control her involuntary flailing so she wouldn't throw him off-balance. She wrapped her closest arm around his waist, and her outward arm grasped his shoulder as she grinned and squealed like a delighted little girl. THEN he kissed her, surprising her with how long his arms could support her even with his knee bent forward under her rear.

When he brought her back upright, they embraced firmly and just stood like that, holding each other in the empty taproom, swaying comfortably side-to-side and enjoying each other's closeness.

[ladytanithia]

Oooh so many good stuff on your WIP list! Can you tell me about Raven Rock and about Revyn's funeral?

Moriche, my dear, I don't know how I overlooked your ask! Many apologies! And thank you for your interest!

When you say Raven Rock, I assume you mean the new chapter one intended for DwD. When I first started writing DwD, I just wanted to dive into the smut as quickly as possible, and I started with Neloth. This goes back to the first time Miranja visits Solstheim, when she's looking for answers about the people trying to kill her and the mysterious Miraak they serve. TBH, I haven't even finished the first page. Faendal is with her, and it concerns their first interaction with Adril Arano before they even get off the shop. It's night time, and everything is dark and scary because Miri has no idea what to expect.

As for Revyn's funeral, it happens somewhere between 7-10 years after the events of DwD. It's nothing dramatic, scandalous, or nefarious; he simply dies of old age. But it's very heart-wrenching to Miri, because he's become one of the dearest and most important people in her life.

[ladytanithia]

For the WIP folder tag: "Not a human" is really intriguing me, tell me about it! 🥰

Hahaha, this is another little scene that crossed my mind when I was working on the isekai story about Danielle (blatantly obviously me, because I wanted to and no one could stop me). I can share the whole thing with you because it's pretty short.

She kissed him back hungrily, touching his face, running her fingers over his silky hair. When he broke the kiss, she stared at him with a loving yet penetrating gaze.

"Why are you lookin' at me like that?" Geldis murmured with a small, self-conscious smile, and as usual, Danielle thrilled at the deep richness of his voice. She continued looking into his eyes and stroking his face and hair as she answered.

"We have humans of other races on my world, but we don't have... other... SPECIES, I guess you'd say, who look like us but... AREN'T. It's just... fascinating to me, to look into your fiery eyes and realize... YOU'RE NOT HUMAN. And I'm definitely not complaining! It's just strange and unreal and wonderful to me. And that reminds me that I'm on a whole different planet, possibly in a whole different galaxy, or even a whole different universe! In the grand scheme of things, I don't REALLY know where I am, but I know I'm on Nirn, in Tamriel, on Solstheim, with you, Geldis. And this is where I want to be. I thank whatever god or gods allowed me to come here."

"Well, I don't," Geldis replied with an impish twinkle in his eye.

Danielle feigned indignance with a disbelieving look and a light punch to his shoulder.

"I wasn't such a sappy s'wit before you came along," the mischievous Dunmer continued. "You've ruined me, ye have!"

"Is that such a bad thing?" she replied with a coy smile, inclining her chin toward him for another kiss.

[ladytanithia]

First of all, I'm kicking my feet and twirling my hair rn, thank you for tagging me I'M SO HONOURED. Secondly!

From BG3, "Lyric" is really intriguing me

"What might have been - the other outcome" is also really calling to me, tell us about that one!

"Journal"'s vagueness has also captured my attention. Whose journal?

Anyway thank you, and I want to know what basically all of those titles are because THEY ALL SOUND COOL

Thanks for your ask! I get so few of those now that I'm hardly doing anything, haha! I'm about to ramble, so I hope you're comfortable!

Lyric Forest-Singer is the name of my Tav in BG3. She's a wood elf, and she and Gale have a relationship. I started drawing a pic of them together last year, but got lazy and never finished it. I pledge to finish it this year! The folder contains several unfinished scenes, but I'll give you a snip from "blood":

Gale's eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared, but his gaze was not on her. He was focused on something inside, she perceived. She held her breath, waiting to see if he was angry with her or Astarion or himself, or... something else? Was he going to blow up on her? They'd never had more than a mild disagreement so far. She wasn't sure she wanted to see Gale lose his temper.

When he spoke, his voice was quiet and emotional. His eyes were a bit watery. "To think that you, in your loving generosity and compassion, allow him to taste the very essence of your existence, the most personal part of your physical being, and he can be so flippant about it, as if you're giving him mere candies. He's tasted something of you that I haven't, and it makes my blood boil and my stomach churn that he can be so cavalier about it."

Lyric knew that undertone in his voice. "Gale, are you *jealous*?"

***

What might have been is an alternate ending to Miranja's story, and while I called it finished at the time (just wrote it to get it out of my system because I regretted how I REALLY made things go for her), I may yet write more at a later date. There's a lot more that could be written, but I've lost faith in my imagination, at least for now.

Miranja had been moving slowly that morning, and Talvas thought she looked rather peaked. She’d also commented for the last few days that her nipples were very sore and tender, and he knew it was not because of anything he had done to her in bed. Suddenly, she dropped the pants she’d been about to put on and bolted for the bucket in the corner of the room, where she fell to her knees on the cold stone floor and heaved miserably whatever remained in her stomach from supper last night.

Talvas had never seen her more than simply tired, as she had a tendency to push herself too hard sometimes, and this was completely alien and utterly alarming to him. Horrified, he rushed to her side, pulling her long, loose hair back in an attempt to see her face. She heaved again, but nothing came this time.

“Water,” Miranja murmured weakly, and Talvas immediately went to the table and filled a tankard with water from the jug. He returned quickly and handed it to her, watching and waiting with concern as she swished the water in her mouth and spat it into the bucket. She took a small sip and swallowed cautiously, waiting to make sure it would stay down. Then she handed the tankard back to Talvas so she could use both hands to support herself as she rose shakily to her feet, and she leaned on him as they walked back to the bed.

Talvas sat next to her and pressed his hand to her forehead. She was sweating, but her skin was cold. She was still holding her belly and grimacing. Had she been poisoned?

“Miranja, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” There was a note of panic in his voice, and Miranja smiled weakly at his loving concern.

“I’ll be fine, my love,” she assured him. “Let me simply say that… I believe your seed has taken root in my garden.”

Talvas looked befuddled for a moment, then realization dawned in his eyes, followed by disbelief with a touch of fear. Miranja continued smiling her small, queasy smile as she took the tankard back from Talvas’ unresisting hand and sipped a little more water.

***

Journal - I like to keep a journal for my characters so I can really get into their heads, figure out what they notice most about their experiences and the world around them, and of course, how they feel about people, things, and events. I write most of my stories in third person, so part of the overhaul of Miranja's story is that I want to add her journal entries in the appropriate places. I know, it's nuts, it's just a fanfic and it's never going to be published. I put too much pressure on myself. But I also want to add some scenes from other characters' POVs, since the whole thing has been strictly from Miranja's POV. I'd like to get into how other people feel about her. She has too many people liking her, and let's get real, she needs some enemies besides the usual ones (DB/Morag Tong, vampires/Dawnguard, the Blood Horkers, the followers of Malyn Varen, etc.). I know, you're the big hero in the game, and everyone's supposed to love you except the evil people, but you know someone's gotta be jealous, or she accidentally killed someone or screwed someone's husband or stole produce, and someone wants retribution, right? Anyway, here's something that really hit Miranja hard. (Tel is Teldryn Sero)

Fredas, 1 Morning Star, 4E 203 - Korvanjund

Happy New Year, indeed. Almost 3am – just got out of Korvanjund. Well, almost out. In antechamber. So tired, but have to get this off my chest. 2 bedrolls here, nice warm fire, & cooking pot, & would love to take nice long nap, but I’d hate for Rikke to come up & find me sleepingafter she tasked me with taking Crown back to Solitude. I know this place isn’t too far from Nightgate Inn, but how long will it take to get there? Out of our way, but closer than Whiterun. Tel’s acting tough, but I’m pretty sure he’s just as wasted as me. Started really snowing outside, but wore my fur armor.

We lost 2 men. 1 fell to Stormcloak before we even got inside, other fell to draugr deathlord who wore Jagged Crown in final room with dragon wall. Stormcloaks lost everyone. At time, didn’t have time to think too much about it, because kill or be killed, but now that Tel & I are out of there & about to hit road & I have TOO MUCH time to think, feel like I could cry all the way back. If that makes me a weak soldier, so be it.

I hate war, hate politics, hate that people feel need to kill each other over things that don’t matter in the end. I do believe Nords have right to worship whoever they please. I’m live-and-let-live person; parents taught me if you’re not hurting anyone, people should just shut the hell up & let you live life as you see fit, & you should treat others same way. I do think Thalmor are assholes, but know that overt war & bloodshed will get Skyrim nowhere. Then again, seems talking doesn’t do much good, either. Will take someone far greater than me to convince Thalmor they have no business telling good, harmless (until provoked) people what they can do in their own homes & hearts.

[ladytanithia]

I love the neloth blurb! Are you posting the one shot anywhere?

TBH, I haven't gotten past the blurb. Things have been hard lately, and after losing my best friend yesterday, my motivation has tanked. I'd like to make it a one-shot, but idk how long it'll be. I really want my mojo back.

[ladytanithia]

My dear Tanithia, you are a beautifully kind soul, and I always adore seeing your art and its style on my dash. You’re a joy to have around. ❤️

Aww, same to you, Winter! Thank you for including me in your sweet Valentine notes. I've been without a Valentine for over 11 years, so it's wonderful to have friends like you to fill the void. 🥰🫂❤️🥲

[ladytanithia]

Neloth should have nice simple black hair. Something easy to maintain

Yes, low-maintenance for the busy day-to-day life of the master wizard. Buzzcut? lol

It's no wonder he's bald. He probably enchanted his hair to stop it growing.