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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“He’d take Feemor's hand, if he could do it over. He’d reach across the table, wrap his fingers around Feemor's big, warm hand, the hands that cleaned Fox’s armor and carried him back to the Temple and protected him even with Ventress and Cad Bane bearing down on him. He’d just…do that one little thing. And maybe it wouldn’t matter, but—
What if it did?”
— 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 — RUN DON’T WALK TO AO3 AND READ IT!
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“I don’t want to give this one up. It’s been mine for years.”
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 haven’t already read their incredible fic Cor Cordium I can’t 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:
“Fives. After this fight—after this, I want to take all of you away with me.”
“There’s a place for us,” “I have it ready. Far from any battlefield. Or, if it’s truly what you want, I can come for you after you’ve finished ARC training, when you’ve deployed, but—it will be safe with me. You’ll have everything you could ever want.”
“We don’t want to become ARCs just to finish the program,”
“We want to be ARCs so we’re able to protect each other better,” “Not just—not just Domino. All the clones. We’re brothers in arms. We’re clones. We’re all the same.”
“Fives—”
“We can't leave,” “There's—we have a thousand reasons not to.”
And no reason to stay (written in red in the bg because it isn't said but Granta projects it anyways)
Original Work: take it easy, just one step at a time by @blackkatmagic [ao3: blackkat]
SW: Jaster Mereel/Quinlan Vos/Tarre Vizsla | Rating: Teen and Up
Summary:
Quinlan can’t take it anymore, and if he sticks around for one more minute, he’s going to have a reaction that’s entirely inappropriate given the discussion that’s happening above his head.