#tanthamore snippets

[commanderbuffy]

Heart’s Canyon: Chapter *redacted* Snippet

Jade curls up in the plush chair, but despite the backlight built into her Kindle, she isn’t reading. She keeps her eyes trained just above the device. Looking into the kitchen at her girls…at her daughter and her ex. Her friend.

Kit pushes the bag of sugar across the counter that Pia is almost completely on top of, sock-clad feet just barely brushing the top of the stool.

As the sun sets, Kit is lit in a fading orange glow and the lantern flashlights illuminate Pia’s hair in a way that makes it look comically orange in those perfectly crafted braids.

Kit helps Pia level out the cup of sugar and dumps it into the mixing bowl before sliding the flour across the counter.

Jade tries not to think about the fact that it isn’t just breakfast for dinner. It might be for Pia, but not for Kit. It never was for Kit.

Kit’s dad had promised to teach Kit how to cook. It was supposed to be every Sunday, something to give Kit something to do, to keep her from going crazy antsy.

She hadn’t had friends to burn energy off with. Not in middle school. Not before they met.

But that first lesson, making pancakes had been the last. Pancakes. The only meal Kit ever learned to make. Her happiest meal. When they were together, Kit would often tell Jade that she felt closest to her dad making pancakes.

Pia lets out a loud giggle as Kit flicks a bit of flour on her face.

“It’s a critical step to pancake making,” the woman deadpans. “You gotta get a bit messy.”

Taking that as a challenge, Pia takes a large pinch of flour and flicks it back at Kit in return.

Jade tries, and fails, to control her own laugh. Across the room, Kit’s eyes dart up to meet hers, as if she’d forgotten that Jade was in the room with them. She offers Jade a soft smile. And…fuck.

[geek-and-nina]

little less snippet: kitchen

[barmaid-anon]

i love y’all so have a whole scene from barmaid pt.2. still working on a title (and actly finishing the bloody thing), hope you enjoy !

Kit takes an exaggerated breath and winces.

One day. Jade leaves one day and this is what happens.

“Does it hurt?”

“I said it’s not-”

“I’ll say if it’s broken.”

Jade moves to palm the front of Kit’s ribs and tells herself it’s just to do a thorough check-up, tracing a slow road to the purple marring her side. Kit huffs and rolls her eyes, but her breathing slows under her fingers and she shifts closer to the edge.

Closer to Jade.

With each breath and shake of the head, she feels her heart settle after the worry and the stress and the blind anger. She feels them and a million other things at once, but still finds the touch settles her as much as it does the princess. They breathe together, back to steady now they’re sharing space again.

As far away as Jade runs, this is where she ends up. She finds herself getting dragged back, reeled in by the chaos of a wild horse daring anyone to try ride them. It’s been moons of getting bucked off and stepped over, but somewhere Kit’s become the closest she gets to docile, broken in under her touch.

Once she reaches the bruise, Kit doesn’t even tense. Even when they’re fighting, her body knows Jade won’t hurt her, unmutable to the hand looking to dig in where it hurts.

Ribs expand under Jade’s palm, but before she can even ask Kit whines softly.

At the sound, Jade wants to jerk her hand off but finds it stuck, frozen over the bruise. Afraid to look at Kit’s face she looks down instead, only to be met by the sight of pale thighs clenching together, shifting around on the wood. Swallowing, she forces her eyes back up to where her hand’s spread over Kit’s warm skin, only to see the shirt’s moved further up to reveal the edge of her breast, right where it meets her ribcage.

Hand rising on its own, Jade watches her thumb trace under the fold, sees Kit lean further into the touch.

The sight reminds her of the folded drawing tucked into her pillowcase, of leaning over it in the barely-there light of a candle trying to smooth it out. It brings back the lines she’s blurred by grabbing it with hurried hands, of the ones she blurs by coming with her face buried in the barmaid’s hair, trying to pretend it’s her princess instead.

“So?” Kit whispers. “What do you say?”

Jade wants to push the shirt higher and her legs apart, to press closer until she can wrap Kit up in her arms where no one can hurt her. She wants to hide the princes so Jade can taste the sweet sounds she makes when she presses firmer into the bruise, just to see the blue in Kit’s eyes get swallowed by black.

But then she remembers Kit scratching at her cheek, the faint white line that had been left for a moon after. She stops and remembers the ruse and the bruises she’d left on those same thighs and how a hug had broken her down better than the edge of a sword.

Because as much as Jade wants to give in, she knows Kit confuses pain with pleasure the same way she confuses loneliness with lust. She can’t let the princess drag her into the whirlpool and drown them both. It’s Jade’s duty to guard Kit from herself, from both of them.

It pulls her out of the moment, and she pulls Kit’s shirt back down.

“Fine,” Jade mutters as she walks away to stand in the doorway. She thinks on it for a second and concedes. “We’ll go.”

[wigster07]

Tanthamore!!!!

“I’m okay,” Kit says it immediately and looks up but the person her eyes catch first is Elora staring down at her. She bites down on the inside of her cheek and wraps her good hand around Jade’s forearm as she’s helped back up to her feet. 

Once back on her feet Jade pulls Kit’s arm over her shoulder while wrapping her free one around Kit’s waist. Instantly she feels her weight lifted into Jade’s strong embrace and it supports Kit being able to get her feet to clear the ground enough that she doesn’t trip again. The sun disappears in the sky before they reach the structure and there isn’t a single light on inside. 

[tanthamoretober]

Hello questies, writers and friendos. We’ve got a month of 30 little writing challenges you can play with through November - and a few reading ones as well.

These are super chill. You can do these through the month in any order you like, and you can interpret them all in any way you like. This is not about writing complete works - the aim is to do a little writing or reading or fandom interaction every day, and play with a few different scenarios to stretch some creative muscles.

If you want to make your own November calendar graphic to keep track of your progress, Canva has a bunch of free, editable and printable templates!

Have at it!

Write 1000 words in a day

Write 500 words in a day

Write 250 words in a day

Write 100 words in a day

Write 50 words in a day

Take a break today and don’t worry about productivity, make yourself a treat

Add 100 words to an older WIP (whatever ‘older’ means to you)

Add a paragraph to a WIP

Add a sentence to a WIP

Edit a page of your WIP

Re-read something you've written (bonus: share what you like about your work on tumblr/discord)

Re-read a favourite fic (bonus: notice something you enjoy about it and let the author know, or leave a ‘second kudos’ to show you’re re-reading) 

Catch up on a fic, or a chapter of something you’ve been meaning to catch up on (no matter how old)

Leave a nice comment on a fic (no matter how old)

Post something on AO3

Write something in a new place (take yourself to a park, a library, on a train, sitting on the bench with your feet in the sink, just mix it up!)

Write using different tools (try writing with pen and paper, or on a phone, or on a keyboard - just take a break from your usual medium)

Hit shuffle on your music and let the first song set the vibe

Write a snippet based on ONE of the following prompts: The knots were tight / Faster and faster and faster / The ache was only getting worse 

Write a snippet based on ONE of the following prompts: The rain was wet / The sun was blistering / The frost strangled everything 

Write a meet-cute (possibilities: at a comic convention, over a bee-sting, snowed in together, a bloody nose in a mosh pit, flirting in a coffee shop)

Write a deleted scene (from canon, from your own fic, or maybe even from a friend’s fic)

Re-write a scene from a different POV (from canon, from your own fic, or maybe even from a friend’s fic)

Focus on something you love best about Tanthamore

Write 200 words of dialogue

Write 200 words of prose

Write 200 words of anything your heart desires

Write in a different tense than your usual

You’ve been doing so well - have another break and let yourself lie fallow for a day

Meets it beats it: hit your previous days goal again or beat it (you can absolutely use this as an extra rest day)

[spybrarian]

For the fanfic asks: ✨️ 🍦,🤩, and 🤲

Turnabout is fair play, no?

You're a very fair person 🙏

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

OKAY SO. I really like the way all my writing feels like it flows together. Like, I often shift things around in the editing process, and sometimes it feels a bit like moving puzzle pieces around, but I think I have a pretty good sense of rhythm - pacing I suppose - and how to make it *work*. Also I write some banger one-liners.

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

singing down the stars, a piece of the Tanthamore cowboy au, is probably one of my sweetest. Kit and Jade on a quiet night under the stars, singing to each other.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

That would be one Jade Claymore. I really like taking what bits we were given of her and extrapolating, I like her anger I like when she messes up I like her loyalty I like her humour I like her cheeky little face I like her cleverness I like the total complex history that is *her*.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Perhaps some kisses from the next chapter of kiss me, kill me?

Jade's frown deepened, but there was a softness to her hands, and a wonderful, warm softness to her lips as she leaned in and kissed Kit’s earlobe. Kit couldn’t help but whimper, a tiny melting note, and Jade parted her lips and took the lobe into her mouth to soothe it. To kiss it better, something no one had done for Kit since she was a child and had bravely presented a badly skinned knee to her father to get him to fix it. She’d forgotten, completely, what the soothing power of a kiss could do, had forgotten what it was like not just to feel cradled by someone, but to like feeling that way. Her own lips gently parted as Jade pulled back, and for a moment all Kit could do was look up at Jade, the sound of breath loud between them. Something restless in her chest was wriggling to break out, to leap, to clutch desperately at this before it was torn from her grip - but before Kit could launch herself, Jade was turning her head to the other side and kissing her other unloved ear, and Kit suddenly remembered she had hands and those hands could become fists around the leather straps across the back of Jade’s shoulders, and then she could hold on, so tight her fingernails bit into her palms around the straps.

[acre-of-wheat]

Hi there! I was a bit late to the Willow fandom/Tanthamore ship, but I love your writing, adore NCI, very much appreciate you sharing your fics. One thing, though: in a reblog, you said you write NCI live on a discord server. I don’t think I understand what you mean, do you mind explaining that?

Oh, thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying the writing!

I'm part of a Tanthamore Discord that has a lot of writers, artists, fans, and friends in it. If you've been reading a lot of Tanthamore fanfic I'd bet you $20 that a fair number of those authors are in the server.

NCI happened in one of the discord channels where some of the authors do "live writing," which is when we get an idea and just start...writing it as it comes to us in the thread and folks react throughout. I wrote The Bite this way, and then due to an amusing miscommunication, I started live writing a story about Jade being a cam girl. Almost immediately I knew that Kit was going to be autistic, just based on how it felt to write it. In those first couple of chapters nothing was super planned out in advance, I'd just sit on the train to and from work and write in the thread and whatever happened happened! It's acquired a structure and beats in my mind by now, and certain things I'm writing to, and little snippets of text that I know will come in later, but 90% of it is still live written in the discord, because it was such a joy to start it that way and it's an incredibly unique writing experience.

The benefits of live writing for myself are that it forces me to stop agonizing over plot points, I don't get bogged down in editing, and it's exciting enough to keep me energized about the work. It's also such a fun community thing when we're all sort of gathered around the fire for storytelling time. It's improvisation, and I've always been decently good at that, and I think the live writing strengthens that skill. I recommend it!

If you're interested in joining the server, here's a link!

[jayenator565]

Trick or Treat if it isn't too late

Never too late how about my tanthamore week fic (yes i haven't forgotten it all my muse has just been going towards vampires lately x3)

Accidentally in Love ch 2 snippet

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Married.

Of all the things for a completely wasted Kit and Jade to do, getting their nuptials was not on the Princess’ bingo card. Could she even get married, like legally? Technically she was still engaged or something? Right? I mean it’s not like Graydon would care but still.

And what about her mom? Sorsha missed her only daughter’s wedding. Something she had been telling Kit about for years. Something she had been planning when it was arranged, for months. There was going to be feasts and cakes and tournaments jointly hosted by Galldoorn and Tir Asleen. It seemed like Jade had also come to the same conclusion as Kit’s thoughts.

Jade started pacing in a frenzy, Kit was helplessly made to follow.

“Your mother’s gonna kill me.”

“Wait, Jade.” Kit tried fruitlessly to pull back but Jade had all the momentum on her side, not to mention all the muscles. Kit wasn’t a strong bean or anything but there was no arguing that Jade’s muscles were bigger.

“The queen is gonna call for my head.”

“Jade-”

“I’ll be locked up like Boorman or strung up in the gallows.”

“Jade! My mom is not going to hurt a hair on your gorgeous head.”

“You’re right,” Jade responded, finally stopping in front of Kit’s weide and relieved eyes.  “she’ll have someone else do it.” 

“No she won’t”, Scorpia watched the whole thing, her expression a mix between exasperated and amused. 

“Not if she knows what’s good for her. Tir Asleen doesn’t want to go to war with our people.”

“Ok scratch that, rewind about a few seconds. No one is dying or getting locked up or going off to war.”

Scorpia lifted a brow in question, “What about the Wyrm and the dreaded army of the dead locked in the other dimension until it awakens from its slumber?”

“Fair point ok...no one’s going to war right now. I’m sure everything’s fine, since when do some rings and glowy hand magic mean marriage anyway?”

[thelastwarriornun]

Tag 9 People You Want to Get to Know Better

Thanks for the tag @gohandinhand

favourite colour: Blue generally in all of it's various forms, but also shout out to green, preferably a deep evergreen (can you tell I want to go to the rain forest in WA and just sit?)

currently reading: So I'm sort of reading She Gets the Girl (I'm one page in) but Gideon the Ninth is sitting in my nightstand. I'm also reading the Circadian Rhythm but my brain has about as much interest in finishing it as it does improving my sleep schedule.

last song: Did I make You Up - half-alive it's a vibe

last series: I just watched the newest Ahsoka episode, and started the first episode of Shelter (I started it for lesbians and the vibe is totally different than I thought it would be)

last movie: Finally watched Shiva Baby like a year after my friend recommended it. I needed to fill my Rachel Sennett quote while I wait for Bottoms to release tomorrow. It was every bit as stressful as I knew it would be and I loved it

sweet/savoury/spicy: This is a revolving door answer that is totally dependent on the time and place but probably spicy atm.

currently working on: So many things I have a problem. Actively have the last chapter of my willow prequel fic open and the Avatrice big bang au. Also working on some Tanthamore snippets for next month, as well as boxing au for them, and my tlou au for Avatrice. (Also have a fully finished chapter for the summer au that I need to just edit but my writing style has changed so much since i was posting that fic I'm embarrassed to update it)

@book-and-music-lover @daisychainsandbowties @you-cant-make-me @pachase @sarcasticalliespeaking @inversetwilight @acre-of-wheat @scooby-doo-creepymechclown @lexa-griffins

[dmd440781]

Daylight Modern AU Tanthamore Fanfic

Chapter 1 Snippet

It’s been a few years since Kits was on a movie set, 6 years in fact. But she is sitting in her green room for her new movie Wildwood. She hasn’t met her cast mates yet, which she is really glad about. It’s common for an actress to take a few years off, but in her case, she’s supposed to be “dead”. While sitting in her green room, she sees one of her costars' names on the script. “Oh fuck” she whispers to herself. Oh god what am I gonna do? I’m not ready to see him, she thought. He’s for sure gonna scream and yell. “Kit!!!” Her name was being called from the hallway. OH SHIT I’m not ready to face him. Don’t get Kit wrong. She misses the hell out of him. “Kit?” The voice from the hallway says in disbelief and tears. Now standing in the doorway of her green room, no other person than her twin brother Arik Tanthalos. “Um Hi?” Kit says in a questioning, type tone. “What, how um what you’re alive?!” Arik says in a watery voice. Arik all but flings himself at Kit. “Uff” comes out of Kit while hugging her twin in a tight embrace.

Okay I lied I can’t sleep so here’s the snippet! As always the question thingy or whatever it is open 😅. God I sound old…. Let me know what you think, also extremely unedited.

[allthefakepeople]

hi!

thanks for the tag @altruistic-meme

post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

a lot of this list is mainly just ideas but maybe if i ramble about them, ideas will form. some of them have actual lines

Enchanted AU (wilmon/YR)

You're the Cats Meow extra scenes (Wilmon/YR)

Wille accidentally signs up for a nude modeling class... the model is simon (wilmon/YR)

Stardust AU (Wilmon/YR)

Princess Diaries AU (wilmon/YR) (this one has 2 different options)

Teachers AU (Wilmon/YR)

Wille and Marcus Oneshot (wilmon mostly/YR)

Kissing Prompt fic ask (Wilmon/YR)

Camp Rock AU (Wilmon/YR)

You Belong with Me AU (Wilmon/YR)

Wyrm World AU (Tanthamore/Willow)

Jade is a Bonereaver AU (Tanthamore/Willow)

Spy AU (Tanthamore/Willow)

Princess and the Frog AU (Tanthamore/Willow)

Tangled AU (Tanthamore/Willow)

Shrek AU (no this is not a joke) (though it sounds like crack, i genuinely have an idea for the storyline) (Tanthamore/Willow)

Fake Dating AU (Tanthamore/Willow)

Jade Betrayal AU (Tanthamore/Willow)

i... could never tag this many people so... anyone who sees this and wants to is now considered tagged!

no pressure obviously

now ask away!

[commanderbuffy]

Heart's Canyon - ch. 8 snippet

Kit pauses then and takes a step back from Jade, shaking her head. The tile beneath her feet is cold, as is the air that whistles through the gap in the window. It prickles her bare skin and raises the flesh into a million goosebumps. She folds her arms across her exposed breasts.

Kit is thinking with precise clarity.

It isn’t all her fault. It isn’t all her fault. Kit has spent nearly seven years blaming herself for ruining the one good thing that ever happened to her. She’s spent nearly seven years blaming herself for throwing eight years of happiness down the drain.

But she didn’t. Those years exist and no tattoo removal or cover-up can change that, just like there’s no changing the fact that those six years apart happened. They didn’t have to though. They didn’t have to spend six years without each other.

And it isn’t all Kit’s fault. It isn’t her fault, and she cannot live on the tightrope of fear that Jade has cast in front of her. Because if she does, she’s bound to fall.

“It’s your fault too,” Kit says, meekly, softly, but finally using her voice. She keeps her gaze down on the ground, focused on the creases between her toes. She waits for the fall. She waits for rejection. Kit takes in a shattered breath when Jade doesn’t respond, steels herself and says again, louder, “It’s your fault too. I fucked up first but you fucked up too.”

Arms still wrapped around her naked body, she forces her head up, and looks directly at Jade. Jade who wears a mask of an expression, refusing to let Kit in. Be brave. Kit licks her lips, her eyes steady on Jade as she says, “You didn’t fight for me.”

[geek-and-nina]

Page Chapter 1: Twins Teaser

"You are here, Kit Tanthalos of Tir Asleen, to learn to defend the weak, to obey your commanders, and to champion the cause of right. Someday you might even be able to tell the difference between right and wrong." Willow began his practiced explanation. "You will serve as a page until the age of fourteen. Your duties will include waiting table at the evening meal and running errands for any lord or lady who requires anything of you. Half the day will be spent in physical education, learning to fight. The second half will be spent on book learning. We hope to teach you to think, at least a little." 

He continued.

"At the age of fourteen, if your masters proclaim you proficient, you will be made a squire. There is a potential a knight may choose you to serve him directly. At eighteen you will undergo The Ordeal. Should you survive, you will become a knight of Galladoorn but know that not everyone survives. Don't worry about that just yet, there will be eight years until then. An elder page will sponsor you. You will be his charge until you have familiarized yourself with the grounds and the routine. You won’t see me unless you misbehave and I expect you to withhold yourself to the best of your ability?'

"You shall begin serving me for five days at dinner. Once you have proven trustworthy, you will be granted a free pass into the city, mind the thieves... their king is said to be ruthless and clever. However, remember, you are not here to have a good time, you are here to learn chivalry. Now, you shall move on to the seamstress and get fitted for your gear. You're small for your age. There shouldn't be much competition. Dismissed." He finished and immediately returned to his book, dismissing her with a wave. 

Kit left, her chest tight with anxiety at the thought of getting caught out during the fitting. There was no telling what kind of punishment there would be. She brainstormed ideas for how to get out of the fitting, stomping through the halls. Kit followed the instructions, blind with worry as she worked her way down the stairs.

[ksfreckles]

Snippet Time!

Hopefully I’ll get to share my little one shot for Tanthamore Week and I wanted to share a snippet :) It doesn’t have a name yet, and it’s supposed to fit Day 3 (tomorrow)! Please let me know what you think! :)

Tanthamore Week: Day 3 – Prompts: sneaky kisses/public kisses/getting teased.

 Jade couldn’t help herself. All those years loving Kit in silence were now flooding through her chest, a dangerous fire fed by almost losing her best friend more than once in the past months. She never expected Kit to have to fight for her life. She most definitely never expected Kit to be kidnapped by trolls. And never in her darkest intrusive thoughts had she envisioned Kit almost drawing in front of her eyes. But also, the Kit with whom she started this journey was no longer the one walking by her side. This Kit had sadder eyes, and little lines that had appeared from worrying about her twins for months. This Kit’s confidence wasn’t a façade, it was a real quality, a newfound calm Jade found more attractive than she was prepared to admit.

And there were the feelings too. The confession in the Wildwood, the kissing when the were crossing the Shattered Sea. These feelings were out there, laid in front of them, between them, dancing around Jade’s heart like an actual being. They belonged to each other as much as they had ever belonged to themselves, but Jade still needed to talk about it, make sure everything that had happened before wasn’t a product of her imagination or of Kit’s fear of not succeeding in rescuing Airk. Jade needed more, whatever that meant.

[wigster07]

From your snippets Vol 2 seems very Tanthamore heavy.

Definitely not complaining (it’s why I’m here after all), just wondering if that’s just coincidentally what you’re teasing or is that the tea?

It is the tea. Volume 2 Tanthamore happens. There is love confessed and healing touches and all that.

[thiswasrequired]

You feel compelled to give it to her, as a token, a reminder. You remove the ring from its chain and grab her hand, place the ring in her palm and curl her fingers around it.

“Keep it. As a gift. So you’ll always know Ive got your back. I promise,” you tell her quietly. Kit takes it gingerly from her palm and carefully, purposefully, slides it onto her right ring finger where it sits perfectly. The significance of it is not lost on you, whether it’s happenstance or fate or something else entirely. You proceed through the next few days assuming that she doesn’t think much else of it, other than your promise to her. But then again maybe she understands it too, bearing a symbol of dedication, a vow.

Whatever it is, she wears the ring unabashedly every single day. No one ever says anything about it that you know of, more than likely no one even notices other than you. Though you’re pretty sure you saw Arik eye it on her hand at one point. And Sorsha has definitely seen it but still, Kit carries on, it’s meaning not quite tangible or exact but always present.