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maesterchill · 8 months

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MY TACKY TASTE

Happy birthday my dear @tackytigerfic !

I don't have a gift for you this year, sadly. I have been pretty terrible at gifts this year. So, instead I'm resurrecting this banner of dubious merit that I did for you about 5 years ago lmao, shur why not. I'm all about recycling ♻️

You're a brilliant friend, a gorgeous person, and a very talented writer. It was very difficult to come up with a list of my favourites because you've never written a thing I didn't like. I think a lot of these are ones you maybe don't rec yourself AS much, but they all have a really important place in my heart. For each one I'm going to share a few quotes that I loved.

Silverpoint (E, 8.8k) - This one is so special for me as it's the fic where I felt I got to know Tacky so much better. I felt we worked really well together on it, like symbiosis.

- You whisper something soft and too telling into his skin as you kiss the velvet of his inner thigh, the strung bow of the back of his knee, the eggshell delicacy of his ankle bone - After a while you wonder why, when you're the target of an obsessive, megalomaniacal, all-powerful Dark wizard who has used literal blood magic to reanimate himself back from the dead in order to kill you, all you can bring yourself to care about is the way the clean lines of morning sun kiss the ridge of Malfoy’s jaw as he licks jam off the side of his little finger.

Through the Window, Clear Skies (M, 1.4k) - This one really *altered my brain chemistry* 🤣 as to how I thought about Draco. He's so wonderful in this, Tacky, you got him just right.

- "He always had talked a lot, Harry remembered, and he said as much about himself. I never shut up, I’m a bit much sometimes, with that crease between his brows that showed he was cross about caring too much about it; and he said out it just like that, like it was a fact, as though it was something he’d heard from other people too many times before. But Harry had never had enough of anything, growing up, and privately he thought that a bit much sounded like just right. Not that he knew how to tell Draco that, but Draco seemed to understand anyway." - "They didn't talk about loving each other, of course. Neither of them was good with that sort of thing, and anyway Harry had always been better at doing. And Draco, well Draco didn't trust the word love. It always meant the wrong things, before. He said it once though, when Harry was about to go out in the snow for the papers, and was carelessly muffling himself up to his eyeballs in Draco’s old school scarf. Draco had kissed him on the mouth right through all the layers of green and told him crossly, I love you, and again with another kiss, the outbreath of it muggy through the wool, I love you, Harry, like Harry was somehow at fault. But he sounded like he meant it."

And One To Play (E, 21k) - FWB, wild magic, weather shenanigans, magical theory, brilliant and a bit sleazy meglomaniac villain, HOT COMPETENT DRACO 🚨 (and a gift for me so....)

Tacky's writing in this fic is at times so funny and at times so insightful, and very often heartkicky and also quite a bit hot and romantic. FUNNY: The trouble is, Harry thinks ruefully, that they're not really very good at trying not to have sex again. It's only four days on from the potions lab raid, and they've already fucked again, which was absolutely not the plan. "You're being an unromantic twat, Potter. You can bloody well wait until the Healers have pumped you full of core replenisher and Resanguinis potion and discharged you so that I can take you home, and say it back to you, and then fuck you so slowly you think you're going to cry. Is that clear?" INSIGHTFUL CHARACTERISATIONS: - Harry can see that Malfoy's natural desire for a dramatic build-up is warring with his excited need to tell Harry his news immediately. - He's not Harry's Malfoy without the curl of his expressive mouth, without the glitter of intelligence in the grey eyes, without the constant play of emotions across his face. HOT: - nothing about them has changed, except all those years of friendship have shifted over a bit to allow room for the unfurling of this overwhelming sense of pure want. HEARTKICKY: Harry realised early on that being loved was not a right granted to everyone. So when he does love, it's a fierce and powerful thing. He doesn't compromise with the people he loves 🥺 EXCITING: The descriptions of Harry's wild magic are so good! - when Harry raises his hand, he feels the snap and hum as everything comes together for a moment—his magic, and the sex-warm air in their office, surge together with the bright clarity of a bell chiming. He laughs in delight as he feels it into being, the air around his hand beginning to whip and whirl faster until he's holding a miniature zephyr in his palm - It's vibrating impatiently in the very molecules of the air, desperate to be harnessed. He takes it—takes all of it into himself—until the thrum of it pulses through his bloodstream and knocks at his bones from the inside out. He feels ripe and swollen with power. ROMANCE: "There's only ever going to be one you, Potter. So I'm in, if you're asking"

The Opposite of Hate You (M, 3.9k) ModernLove!Verse, bathing and washing (on brand), toe-touching, heart-to-hearts, biscuits (also on brand)

- Harry thinks about it, about Draco up at the top of the church, hair silvered up in the divine light from the dome, pale and severe and buttoned up from throat to ankles, and he likes it, of course he likes it, but it’s got nothing on the real Draco who’s right here under him, breathing hard, with his stupid bright blue pants shoved down around his thighs, and his hair all tangled up in Harry’s fingers, and his plate of biscuits forgotten on the coffee table. “I like you best like this,” Harry tells him seriously, and Draco takes a shaky breath.

Our Little Life (M, 7.3k) - Lovers in every lifetime! A swooping, sweeping, soaring, surging, skyrocketing stunner of a story... so original and so enchanting. An achingly beautiful story of questioning and realising and longing and inevitability. I fell in love with Tacky's Draco all over again (in his wide brimmed hat, in red lipstick, in a toga and earring), just as Harry/Henri/Henricus/Anraoi did too 😍 not to mention their lushly drawn settings (in a currach, in the trenches, sweaty and sticky in bed)? And all peppered with literary and linguistic and charmingly nerdy Easter eggs?

- He wanted to tell his Malfoy, “I see how things could be for us, I see it all the time,” but he knew that Malfoy wouldn’t get it. So instead he just told Malfoy, “I want you to like me as much as I like you,” and that was finally, grimly, satisfying, because Malfoy went pink and blotchy all of a sudden. - When it came down to it, all they really had to do was learn each other’s bodies, and they had always been skilled at learning each other

Last Offices (M, 6.7k) - MCD, rituals, mourning. Honestly, Tacky had me right from Harry leaving bruises across elegant knobs of pale knuckles through him pressing at Draco's slack useless pulsepoint to stretch the skin out for the razor’s sweep, fingers rasping against the stubble, and they didn't let go until Draco lazily shaking a frying pan, smiling at Harry across the kitchen and Harry crying

- He'd tried to say, “I love you,” no matter that half the Auror squad was there to hear it, only they never really said that to each other, and it felt too weird and final. But then Draco died, on one last pained bubbling futile gasp, and Harry wished he had said it anyway, because anything would have been better than just letting Draco go like that, while choking silently on his own preemptive grief.

The Thing You Shouldn't Do (M, 1.2k) - the second wizarding war, spy!Draco, bruises, lots of good stuff based on those first three things. There is a pattern in Tacky's work of one or or other of them being 'too much' or thinking they're too much. And always, always, they are just exactly 'right' for the other one, and I CAN NOT get enough of this trope. Never will. Also, I think this little fic sparked Tackys FTH in a tiny way, so we must give thanks and exultation where it is due.

- He peeled my fingers off his wrist when I clutched too hard, rubbed at the bracelet of bruises I left (I was always too much when it came to him). - "I always bruise him up, spill the pattern of my desperate fingers across his body until his skin blooms with the story of how much I need him." "I keep the marks of his mouth livid on all the secret parts of my skin"

Relic Radiation (M, 927 words) Interstellar boyfriends, Dad Draco.... do you need any more convincing? Actually gonna just post the comment i left:

There are so many complex feelings in this little piece: that mean selfish part of Harry that can't get past how very fucking much he wants to be the centre of Draco's universe... he knows, he knows, that Draco wants this and needs this and that he should be happy for him and that he's 'being a shit', and yet he feels the thing he wants slipping away, that he's second fiddle in Draco's life, or maybe even third, and that Draco shouldn't want to leave him for so long. And on the flip side we see Draco not rising to any of it, because he knows, he knows that Harry is only saying these things (and that Harry'd actually be horrified to have succeeded in shaming him into not going), and that anyway it's all bullshit because Harry has never EVER been second fiddle.

After dinner Harry and Scorpius went up to the Astronomy Tower still wearing their silly hats, and watched until the distant winking light appeared overhead. The third brightest thing in the sky, Draco had said. It was hard to miss.

Countdown to a Life (E, 3.4k) A gorgeous set of vignettes, structurally beautiful, which embarrassingly I haven't actually commented on but is somehow still so fresh in my mind.

From GoodFriend!Ginny: "It’s not noble to do something that makes both of you unhappy. That’s just stupid." - Draco's mouth moves silently, disbelievingly, and Harry thinks there may be the beginnings of a smile in there somewhere. - “If I could choose to make someone happy, I would pick you. Every single time, I’d pick you.” ❤️

Right well after doing this little exercise, which I thoroughly enjoyed because it meant I got to revisit some of my pal's lovely words, I realise there are LOADS of them I haven't commented on. How appalling! Anyway, that's a me issue (you know i've read and loved them all), and Tacky, I hope that you have had the day that you deserve, i.e full of fun and love and relaxation and treats. I treasure you!!

#happy birthday tacky!#the bestest and loveliest #tackytiger recs #my tacky taste #loads ive missed out #but i can simply NOT rec them all #though i would like to #drarry fic recs #drarry #drarry fic #tacky wacky doodah #tacky tiger burning bright

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johnnyslittleanimalblog · 1 year

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Amur Tiger Cub by Paul Bugbee

#Amur Tiger Cub #Amur Tiger #Tiger Tiger #burning bright...#Tiger Cub #Tiger #Flickr Big Cats #Big Cat #Flickr Big Cat #Colchester Zoo #Canon 7D #Canon #Nature #flickr

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adarlingmess · 1 year

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Baldsilio doodles + hair care advice from Mal

Patience, Bas. It'll grow back HAHAHA

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luke-and-leia-the-cats-not-jedi · 10 months

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Luke Sleeping - Aug 11 2023

He’s a big Calvin & Hobbes fan. I wonder whether he imagines himself more as a tiger, or a precocious little boy…

#cat #cats #cats of tumblr #cute cats #my cat #kitty #cats sleeping #pictures of luke sleeping #calvin and hobbes #tiger tiger burning bright #what goes on in a cat’s imagination?

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captainpirateface · 5 months

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#william blake #the tiger #the tiger (songs of experience)#songs of experience #Tyger! Tyger! Burning Bright #tyger tyger burning bright #nine inch nails #Trent Reznor #NIN #NineInchNails #burn #natural born killers #Spotify

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knot-ee · 20 days

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Some quick traits about Kim:

He is the shortest member of KorTac at 170 cm / 5'7"; 3 centimeters shorter than Oni, the next shortest member. While around base and donning his civies, he is more likely to be wearing wide sunglasses than a neck gaiter. He does not any particularly gruesome scars on his face though there certainly are a dozen or so scattered across; the most prominent is a scar running from his bottom lip to his chin and a diagonal scar across his eyebrow. The most off putting thing about his face is his right eye. After a certain incident in his early twenties which left him with eye trauma, his pupil and iris are misshapen. Some have made the comparison to a feline pupil. He does have reduced visibility in his this eye, but it is not tremendous and does not hinder his work.

#── tiger tiger burning bright . horangi #headcanon .#cod rp

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frecklesandpoverty · 9 months

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tiwazmannaz · 2 years

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#d&d #weretiger #redcap #eladrin #meenlock #was the quick feywild excursion an excuse to have a tiger tiger burning bright joke?

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teacup-tai · 1 year

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Hello lovely Tai! I feel your pain but please know the words are in there and they will flow for you... and when they do we'll be happily waiting to read!

For the asks, please may I have 🌻 and/or 💫 if you haven't done them yet.

Tacky, curiously, after I said I was blocked, it came to me. And soon it will be shared! Thanks for the questions. I guess I went overboard and very reflective, I apologise beforehand. 💜

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

I really love to know about what people felt while reading my stories. I think there's something very intimate in sharing one's creations, and I find it beautiful to know how said creations moved/touched readers.

🌻what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?

Nothing would make me give up on writing. I can drop plots and ideas, I'm not headstrong enough to fight against a story that doesn't want to be written. I don't see writing as a task or as something I must do, an obligation so I'm very good at dropping out of fests bc I can't make myself write a certain plot, and I accept it.

But I'm only an instrument. I see writing as pleasure. I tend to write when I can't keep an idea inside of me any longer. I need to get rid of it, so I vomit it in the pages, normally not completely sure about plots and scenes and chapters, only me chasing this feeling that wants out. Every time I tried to see writing as a profession though, my inspiration fled me. So I decided to not purchase writing as a job, but writing as a way of living things I wanted to live, or sharing feelings, ideas and emotions. Writing is the most constant thing throughout my life; since I was really young writing has been my safe space.

There's this amazing Brazilian author, Clarice Lispector (she used to call herself an antiwriter), who influenced my writing since I was a teen, back in 2003: she saw writing as an inner command, she didn't control it, it controled her. Like something larger than life, something bigger than her and it is exactly how I feel about writing:

I write because I do not know how not to write. What would I do, who would I be without writing, Tacky? I do not know. So I guess that's why I never gave up on writing, I keep on writing because writing is my way of being. Is where I allow myself to just be, like a conduit. It goes through me, I can't control it.

Here are some quotes on writing by this wonderful writer, that I find very relatable:

"I write as if to save somebody’s life. Probably my own."

"My freedom is to write. The word is my dominion over the world."

#on writing #tai writes #tacky tiger burning bright #ask me #clarice lispector

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kyousei-a · 2 years

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ᴠᴇʀsᴇ. kyojuro. demon.

o1. tiger, tiger, burning bright, in the forests of the night.

During the final moments of Kyojuro’s battle with Akaza, Kyojuro was no longer given a choice. Rather than ask and ask and ask, Akaza simply made. This was not a Slayer he could let die like a human. Fist through Kyojuro’s sternum, Akaza flooded his system with demon blood to force a transformation.

Kyojuro fights, both against the blood changing him and to keep Akaza where he stood. If this is how it was going to be, then both of them will die in the rising sun. However, not even Kyojuro mid-transformation can keep Akaza from fleeing into the woods with a grin that promises they’ll meet again. Tanjiro is still distraught, launching his katana toward Akaza’s back before trying to cover a roaring Kyojuro with his haori to protect him from the sun. If there was anyone with a strong enough will, it was he.

Each of the boys drag Kyojuro to the shadows, begging him to fight what’s happening to his body, but even he cannot go against Muzan’s blood. His body is changed, irrevocably, and so the hunger already clenches at his stomach. Still, it is something he does fight, but Kyojuro does not stay to test his limits around his Tsugoku. He runs.

o2. to he who has taken everything from me, run.

Kyojuro survives the battle with Akaza by a thread and with multiple injuries that could take his life at any moment, Kyojuro is comatose. Senjuro diligently cares for his brother during this time until he wakes two months later. Kyojuro is still incredibly weak and mostly bed-bound save for the brief moments he forces himself to walk until Senjuro ushers him back to rest.

Late one night when Senjuro always brings tea, he doesn’t. Kyojuro’s intuition tells him something is incredibly wrong — Senjuro never skips caring for his brother. Forcing himself to stand and search the estate, Kyojuro finds his worst nightmare come to fruition.

Akaza is standing with Senjuro in his grasp, claws in his little brother’s chest as demon blood begins to take over Senjuro’s body. Kyojuro only remembers screaming, panic and fear gripping him. He does not hear the clatter of his cane on the ground while he trips trying to get to his brother. Where was Father? Why wasn’t Senjuro protected?

Senjuro is left writhing on the ground as Akaza walks toward his real target. You’re broken, Kyojuro. Don’t you see? You’re a human who can’t save your precious little brother. Become a demon, Kyojuro, its the only way you can protect him from me now.

Yes.

Akaza turns him, but rather than fight against the blood entering his body Kyojuro accepts it fully. His transformation is quick, and his wounds heal with the speed of an Upper Rank demon, and he uses this new power. Akaza was right: Kyojuro is incredibly strong as a demon and takes to his new physical prowess better than even Akaza expected. But as the sun is beginning to rise Akaza tells Kyojuro he isn’t ready yet and disappears into the forest.

Kyojuro is not focused on Akaza and rushes to Senjuro, holding him against his chest and running into the opposite direction to take him somewhere safe.

Notes:

Kyojuro’s demonic appearance remains the same in both verses: his markings are reminiscent of tiger stripes and he roars exactly like a tiger when he fights. He’s larger overall and his hair becomes longer and more wild.

When he runs, he runs to the Ubuyashiki Manor. (specifically @loveoaths since this was discussed previously) Shinjuro will be no help in his drunken state and is more likely to lash out toward a demon even they are his sons. Kagaya is the only person Kyojuro can think of that may know what he can do.

He does not expect the other Hashira to accept him as he is when Kagaya eventually makes the decision to tell them.

Kyojuro has never harmed a human and refuses blood for a very long time, but even he starts to become more violent the longer he resists. He does have to begin taking blood donations from those who are willing to help him.

He is sent to Tamayo by Kagaya, who assists with removing Muzan’s curse that prevents him from speaking about him and Muzan knowing his location and thoughts.

Kyojuro's blood demon art is called Sunlight (日光, nikkō) and the flames he produces burn demons where they are hit in a similar manner to the sun.

#i made a cute lil icon edit and everything. love me.#hc. ᴋʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ #verse. ᴋʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ | ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ → tiger; tiger; burning bright; in the forests of the night.#verse. ᴋʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ | ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴠ.ᴛᴡᴏ → to he who has taken everything from me; run.

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