#@blackkatmagic

[flower-of-wax]

Back with more low-effort fanart doodling, this time for @blackkatmagic's ghost forests in amongst dust breathing souls

Because the words brain was like "That sounds awesome and pretty!" but the aphantasia was like "But I don't get it, need picture."

There are probably some descriptive details I missed, but this was fun to draw!

[dragonpyre]

Here ya go @blackkatmagic! My piece for the 30 minute gift exchange. I hope you like it <3

[flowermountainpress]

Backslide by Blackkat!

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:

[jazzpsych]

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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!!

[oceankat8]

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)

[kbirbpods]

[Podfic Link] | Length: 1 minute, 34 seconds

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.

Notes: podded for @polypodweek 2025!

[pumpkin-lith]

“I was hoping to see the old Mandalorian citadels” 

Obi-Wan pulls a face. “Unfortunately, they're still heavily trapped,” he says. “I went in as a young man once, sneaked in through a window when I very much should have been studying.”

- Airs No Oceans Keep, Chapter 2

I have the ocean, I have old abandoned forts and bunkers buried in the cliffs, and I have the go ahead by @blackkatmagic to send pretty pictures and I will use it.

[whywasthissohardtomake]

i know so little star wars but i love blackkats works so i guess im reading these blind

[named-anon]

Padawan Feemor art dump

Inspired by as wild wings follow by @blackkatmagic

[onlypartiallyarts]

been rereading and love unbolts the dark by @blackkatmagic and just had to doodle Agen, he’s soo

[lucidlikesthings]

Well i stayed up all night but I finally had a smidge of inspiration I felt like I could do anything with, so I had to go for it. Here is a Feemor that left the Jedi and joined the Mandalorians, inspired by @blackkatmagic 's post here. It just really stuck in my brain I had to explore it. My skill with drawing or designing armor has not improved lmao but you know I'm feeling OK about it. The civvies are what i imagine he wore when leaving Coruscant, with everything he could call his own on his back, and his kyber crystal around his neck. And then of course there's the armor he got when joining the True Mandalorians. I wanted his helmet to look unique and callback a bit to his Jedi upbringing. I don't know if I nailed the look I was going for but oh well.

And a Jaster. As a treat.

[monkeyart]

Happy Star Wars Day ✨

Fox and Temple Guard/Sith apprentice Feemor and the others for @blackkatmagic 's fic I have lived with shades so long.

[deadstarsrisingsblog]

Kat please Hide The Wolves lives in my bones at this point, I reread it All The Time 😭😭😭

Also HELLO YES THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME THIS NIGHT?!?!?! Idk how to explain it but I want to sink my teeth into this snippet and just shake it.

I love them.

Thank you thank you THANK YOU 💜

If you keep encouraging me like this we might end up with two chapters asjdsdhfbdj

“You're awake,” Fox says, and steps in like he owns the space, almost-golden eyes sweeping over Quinlan with a thoroughness that’s surprising even now. It makes Quinlan raise a brow, and he smirks at Fox, settles back a little more deliberately. Fox’s eyes aren’t lingering on his bare chest, but—they could. Quinlan certainly wouldn’t object.

He mostly expects Fox to ignore him again, but startlingly, Fox pauses. He meets Quinlan’s gaze for a long, long moment, then approaches the bed with heavy, deliberate steps, until he’s standing right next to Quinlan. Another pause, precise, and he raises a hand. Quinlan doesn’t move, just watches as that bare hand reaches for him, settles against his cheek. A thumb brushes the qukuuf just below his hairline, one slow stroke, and it brings with it a ripple of strong breezes and clear air, the view from one of the highest buildings on Coruscant with birds wheeling below. Quinlan closes his eyes, drinking in the image, the elation of something like freedom as the win whips past, the thrill of an impossibly long drop right in front of him.

It fades out like ripples dispersing, and when Quinlan opens his eyes again, Fox is still watching him, something strange on his face.

“Commander?” Quinlan croaks, and something twists in Fox’s face. His hand slides into Quinlan’s hair, and he leans forward, presses his forehead to Quinlan’s in a startling gesture. He hasn’t shaved, the stubble from yesterday grown in thick and speckled with grey, and his usually-bright armor is dull with some kind of grime. Ash, Quinlan thinks, raising a hand, but before he can touch the plastoid Fox catches his fingers, pulls his hand back down.

A tremor runs through him, one hard shudder, and Quinlan freezes. He studies Fox’s face, where his long lashes rest against his cheeks, where deep lines leave marks of wear and weariness. There aren’t any wounds he can see, no sense of pain, but—

He writes out Fox’s name against the skin of his wrist, a silent question mark at the end of it. There's another tremor, bone-deep, and then Fox opens his eyes and pulls back.

[si-siwrites]

Plo vibrating at the speed of light at 2 in the morning:

Some fanart of @blackkatmagic 's hunting toward heartstill that started out as a sketch and then got out of hand lol.

Click on the image for better quality, tumblr really crumched this one.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

fan art for @blackkatmagic's amongst dust breathing souls + me puzzling out a'sharad hett's tattoos

[kbirbpods]

Original Work: like a wolf at a live heart by @blackkatmagic

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationship: Jon Antilles/Fox

Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Medical Experimentation, Fix-It of Sorts, Hurt/Comfort, Suspense, Magical Realism, The Force Is Weird (Star Wars), Animal Transformation

Audio Length: 1 hour & 32 minutes

Summary:

Called to a lost world after the Chancellor's ship is downed, Jon finds far more than the wreckage of a cruiser in the grasslands.

Recorded for @flowerparrish's birthday in June and one of my favorite podfics I've ever done!