Fanart for you the garden and the grave by @blackkatmagic
Summary:
In order to take all of Granta's holdings for himself, Tor draws on Telosian tradition and marries Granta off to the corpse of someone in his House. This someone is Tarre Vizsla, the last Mand'alor of House Vizsla and Jedi Master of great renown.
There's a reason the Jedi usually burn their dead. It's a shame Tor didn't realize that before he stuck Tarre on a remote moon alongside a Force Blank with a habit of making the Force go just a little....odd sometimes.
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I was testing to see what the limit was for "how big can I make a paperback!" Turns out anything over 125k in this method (legal size quarto) won't fit under my guillotine! Lots of sanding occurred because Backslide (by @blackkatmagick ) was a perfect (for testing) 128k and it did NOT fit under my guillotine. Very educational!
It's a gorgeous and chonky boy. A whopping 776 pages!!! I used my thermal binding machine and it did not flinch.
The cover is designed in canva and printed on cheap cardstock. Then I half laminated it (only laminated the cover side, the back side is plain cardstock so it can be glued).
I also learned why we don't use scrap paper to protect the book in the thermal binding machine-- some of the text from my scrap paper rubbed off onto the spine and won't come off! Fortunately this book is for my own shelf and I'm not bothered by mistakes at all :)
I did spend about an hour fighting the guillotine, sanding, and even got out a chisel to whack at it.
I made many, many mistakes but thankfully few are evident in the final form of the book!
Hope you enjoy :)
The fic can be found here on ao3!
Longtext:
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âHeâd take Feemor's hand, if he could do it over. Heâd reach across the table, wrap his fingers around Feemor's big, warm hand, the hands that cleaned Foxâs armor and carried him back to the Temple and protected him even with Ventress and Cad Bane bearing down on him. Heâd justâŠdo that one little thing. And maybe it wouldnât matter, butâ
What if it did?â
â from I Have Lived with Shades So Long by @blackkatmagic
If you have not read this spectacular Fox/Feemor fic with the most brilliant interpretation of Dooku I have ever read â RUN DONâT WALK TO AO3 AND READ IT!
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âI donât want to give this one up. Itâs been mine for years.â
I own myself, he means. I own myself and no one can take that away. Fox had thought that too, once.
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All of the credit for the inspiration, quotes, and references in this piece goes to the wonderful @blackkatmagic !
If you havenât already read their incredible fic Cor Cordium I canât stress how much you are missing out. This story struck such a powerful chord in me, especially as a queer person who had a long journey to find their own name. Reading a story filled with such vivid descriptions of nature, fascinating mystery, sharp humor, and soft moments, was such a genuine pleasure.
I wish I had enough hours in the day to draw all the inspiration I get from reading their works, but for now I will do my best to fulfill it one page at a time.
Thank you so much Blackkat for sharing your writing with us!!
IIIIIII have been sitting in this little comic scene for quite a few months trying to get it just right but I am p much as happy as I think I can be with it at this point esp with the clone troopers in the bg bit that is killing me SO here is uh...this.
a scene from @blackkatmagic 's fic when the dead tree flowers (this comic has spoilers)
Transcript:
âFives. After this fightâafter this, I want to take all of you away with me.â
âThereâs a place for us,â âI have it ready. Far from any battlefield. Or, if itâs truly what you want, I can come for you after youâve finished ARC training, when youâve deployed, butâit will be safe with me. Youâll have everything you could ever want.â
âWe donât want to become ARCs just to finish the program,â
âWe want to be ARCs so weâre able to protect each other better,â âNot justânot just Domino. All the clones. Weâre brothers in arms. Weâre clones. Weâre all the same.â
âFivesââ
âWe can't leave,â âThere'sâwe have a thousand reasons not to.â
And no reason to stay (written in red in the bg because it isn't said but Granta projects it anyways)
Original Work:Â takeâit easy, justâone step atâa time by @blackkatmagic [ao3: blackkat]
SW: Jaster Mereel/Quinlan Vos/Tarre Vizsla | Rating:Â Teen and Up
Summary:Â
Quinlan canât take it anymore, and if he sticks around for one more minute, heâs going to have a reaction thatâs entirely inappropriate given the discussion thatâs happening above his head.