Figured it was about time I create a masterpost to pin on my blog.
Name: Kogarashi, Amanda, "hey you"
Editor, (fandom) writer, freelance artist
Multifandom geek and generally crafty jack-of-all-trades (master of none)
~ I Draw ~ I Write ~ I Craft ~
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Quick links to my OCs:
Castelin Cousland | Aelinn Hawke | Tyria Lavellan | Saadrah Mercar
There are a lot of fandoms I'm in (or at least consider myself a part of, even if mostly on the sidelines). The biggest three would probably be:
Sonic the Hedgehog
Dragon Age
Mass Effect
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I do think the ability to emoji-react is a net win for human communication. not only does it give you an outlet for 'I see and acknowledge this but don't have a verbal response' but it also adds a pleasing alethiometer element to things
my coworker announces that he's off to the dentist. someone reacts with a tooth emoji. is this a statement of dentist solidarity? a wish for my coworker to return with more (or fewer?) teeth than he set out with? simple word association? who can say
I kind of wanted to do a bunch of art for FenHawke Week (@fenhawke-week) like I did for Rookanis Week back in February. On the other hand, I also don't have as much fic stuff written for Aelinn Hawke and Fenris as I do for my other DA ladies. So, I decided that since FenHawke Week is eight days, I'd alternate art and fic. (Also, that way, I don't drive myself absolutely batty trying to jam out eight art pieces on limited time.)
So for today, I decided to go with the "Grief" prompt and write a ficlet for these two. Sorry, this is sad, but it's the saddest fic day for the week, if that helps?
This is set just after Leandra's death. Hawke is grieving. She and Fenris are already in their "Act II breakup" phase of the relationship.
Grief
(1,301 words)
Read on AO3
The oppressive silence in the Hawke Estate loomed over Fenris like an angry ghost, scratching at his nerves with ragged claws.
Hawke’s home should have been boisterous. Warm. Full of life and laughter. Visiting friends. Loving family. Respected staff. A place the people in her circle could call comfort, could call a second home.
Instead, the grand fireplace in the main hall stood dark and cold, ashes scattered across the floor like something had been raked out recently but no one had cleaned after. Letters piled up on the sideboard, beneath a bare spot on the wall where a portrait had once hung. Hawke and her family, when she was younger, Fenris thought, but couldn’t quite recall for certain. Faulty memory, perhaps.
Guilt at not paying more attention to his one-time lover’s home, more likely.
The soft pat of his bare feet on the floor seemed to thunder in the lonely space. Fenris’s lips thinned into a hard line. The others should have been there.
He should have been there sooner.
But no, Varric had to prod him out of his own self-pity to even convince him to come, and after all the pretty arguments of who was best suited and who might just make things worse and who Hawke really wanted to see, the only thing that had finally convinced Fenris was the promise—threat?—that if he didn’t step up, Anders would.
And, even though Hawke had thrown out Varric and even shouted at Merrill—and she never shouted at Merrill—and even though Fenris was probably the last person she wanted in her home, he now stood at the bottom of the stairs and hated himself for hesitating.
Orana appeared briefly in the hallway that led to the kitchens, holding a tray of food. Their eyes met. Hers were puffy from crying. Fenris felt his soften, and wondered if he looked as lost as he felt.
To his relief, Orana said nothing. She simply inclined her head and disappeared back into the shadows. Relinquishing the task of reaching out to Hawke to him.
The stairs felt cold underfoot as he climbed to the upper landing. The silence continued to lean in as though it could smother him too.
Hawke’s door mocked him in its steadiness. The last time he’d laid eyes on it, he’d left Hawke behind, her eyes dark and—he’d thought then—accusing. Only, he’d come to find after, he’d misunderstood. He’d broken whatever fragile, fledgling thing had grown between them, and she’d blamed herself for it, not him. Had continued to speak in his defense against Anders even though he didn’t need it. Had continued to treat him as a person even though he didn’t deserve it.
He’d driven in the knife, and twisted it, and she still called him friend in spite of it all.
He considered knocking, and instead tried the handle. The door creaked as it opened.
“I told you I didn’t want any,” Hawke’s broken voice quavered from the far side of the bed. It cut right to Fenris’s heart.
The room was a mess. Bed linens rumpled and tossed aside, clothes strewn about, Hawke’s glaive propped against the half-open wardrobe like a drunkard. A tray of uneaten and congealed food sat on the desk. The curtains were drawn as though to shut out the outside world. The fire in the fireplace guttered under a thick cloak of ash. Shadows coated everything as the lone lantern on the nightstand struggled to illuminate anything. The room smelled stale and musty.
Hawke huddled on the floor as far from the door as she could manage, hunched over her knees, head hanging between them, her hair a disheveled mess. She still wore the clothes Fenris had seen her in the day her—
Well, the day everything fell apart.
He rounded the bed, cautious. Hawke’s mabari, leaning against her like his weight alone could bear her up, lifted his head to whine plaintively at Fenris. And around Hawke’s feet, scraps of black spilled like wool leavings in the weaver’s quarter.
Oh.
Hair.
Hawke’s hair.
The knife she’d obviously used lay just out of her reach, strands still clinging to the blade. He could see now the rough hack-job she’d done of the cut, hear the shudder in her breaths of emotions long wrung out.
She turned her head slightly as he approached, one tear-swollen, red-rimmed eye watching him warily. If she was surprised to see him and not one of the others, she didn’t show it. Her breath hitched again as he settled next to her, a polite distance away. It might as well have been a chasm.
A half-choked sob that seemed to die in her chest, and she rubbed her arm across her face with an ungraceful sniffle that sputtered into fresh tears. “I take it Varric sent you,” she said, hiccuping on the words.
He couldn’t meet her eyes. “I know I....” He swallowed. Searched for the words. Found only helplessness that galled him. She needed more than he was. More than he could be. And yet he was the only one at her side at the moment, aside from her dog.
Because a certain dwarf thought he might succeed where the others had failed.
“I’m...not sure I’m the one you want to see right now,” he finally managed.
She shrugged listlessly. He swallowed down his knee-jerk irritation at the implied dismissal and took a deep breath. He opened his mouth to try again.
“You were right.”
The defeat in her voice, muffled against her knees, brought him up short.
“You...and the templars....” Her shoulders shook with her next breath, and she kept her face buried between her legs. “Mages ruin everything they touch.”
Ice lodged in his stomach as effectively as a blade, and he felt the prickle of the lyrium markings along his shoulders and spine flaring up in response.
What has magic touched that it does not ruin?
To hear Hawke, fiercely proud of her magic and yet kind and caring and protective of those she loved, who put up with him and his mess and his sharp tongue, say those words....
To agree with him....
His heart clenched around the damage he had done.
“Would it...help you? Thinking that?” he murmured.
She tried to laugh. The sound snagged in her throat and squeezed out as a sob. “I failed her, Fenris. I failed Carver. I failed Bethany.” Hawke hugged her legs closer to her. “What good is magic if all I do is fail the ones I love?”
He had no answers. He knew what he wanted to say, but shouldn’t. He thought he knew what he needed to say, but couldn’t. All he could manage was an awkward hand on her shoulder. Too light. Too heavy. It felt like both and an intrusion all at once.
“I don’t know,” he forced out. The closest to truth he could find to give her. “Maybe...it’s better not to fill these moments with unnecessary words.”
She did manage a laugh this time, bitter like stale beer. “Eloquent as always,” she sighed.
He bit back the harsh words that tried to spill loose.
“But thank you,” she added. “For being here.” She took another shaky breath. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. “I know it’s...it’s hard, and...I’m not the best right now....” She choked.
He pulled her to lean into his chest without thinking. She didn’t protest. Her fingers clutched at his armor leathers, holding on as though he was her only lifeline, and she buried her face against his chest and sobbed.
When she finally cried herself to sleep an hour later, he carefully moved her to the bed, stroking her raggedly shorn hair out of her eyes, and left her there with an inadequate apology and all his regrets.
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Title: Hypothesis Testing aka Humans and Turians and Blowjobs, Oh My!
Rating: E
Word Count: 9,208
Summary:
When Mordin gives Adrienne Shepard a very dubious piece of medical advice regarding the ingestion of turian bodily fluids, Shepard immediately calls bullshit — and Garrus is more than happy to help her prove the hypothesis wrong.
Posted to the Shakarian Mini-Bang 2026 collection on the AO3.
Not putting it in tags because four OCs. Too much to leave down there.
Castelin and Alistair get the unfortunate outside opinions that she's just in it for power. To many (especially Loghain and Anora supporters), the Couslands failed at one political takeover and now here's their daughter—a newly-minted Grey Warden, who should be politically neutral—propping up the dead king's bastard half-brother in a bid for the throne, and marrying him for "legitimacy." It doesn't help that to people who don't know her, Castelin is intimidating, clearly diplomatically trained but with a bit of a temper hiding underneath. Many see her as cold, calculating, intruding and taking charge where she's not wanted, and don't see the softer side that Alistair is madly in love with.
Luckily for the two of them, their friends (who are the ones who really matter) see the softer side, that there's love in both directions there and Castelin is in it for Alistair's sake, not her own.
Aelinn and Fenris would probably get some "power imbalance" criticisms, at least until people see them both in action and realize there's no imbalance there. Some who know Aelinn's romantic proclivities prior to Fenris might assume she's just after another pretty face and good-looking body, but Maker help anyone who voices that out loud around either of them. If they're lucky, they're just getting punched.
Other than that, anyone who can at all read the writing on the wall can see the two of them are head over heels for each other, even if they try to play it casual. Also frighteningly effective together. And the only person in the friend group who outright disapproves is Anders, and Aelinn hasn't seen him since the Chantry explosion.
Tyria and Cullen definitely get quiet, discontent rumbles of power imbalance, though everyone assumes the imbalance is in Cullen's favor (former templar, human, tall and strong, favor with the Chantry) even though Tyria (mage, Dalish, slight of build, apostate) is actually the Inquisitor. Many disapprove of the match, either because they feel the Inquisitor should not be romantically entangled with her own Commander, or because they dislike human-elf relationships, especially when the elf is a "Dalish savage."
At least among the inner circle, most are in full support, and those who aren't keep it to themselves because it's none of their business. Honestly, Dorian is probably their biggest fan in this regard.
Saadrah and Lucanis get a mix of results. The whole Veilguard is in support, thankfully. Many people in Treviso, on the other hand, initially assume that Saadrah is an Antaam interloper and Lucanis her "pet" Crow. Illario dismisses her as "not a threat" initially. Caterina is unhappy with Lucanis's choice of partner but takes her time before voicing it. Teia is wholly on board while Viago is cautious, as expected. On Saadrah's side of things, Tarquin is bitter because "of course Rook would side with birds before Dragons," but eventually comes around. Saadrah's mother is wary (she spent so much of Saadrah's childhood trying to dissuade her from emulating the Crows), while Saadrah's brother is much more accepting.
Most people, though, can't argue that they don't care about each other. Even when they're at public functions and keeping things on the down-low, there are small touches, small looks, that are obvious enough to anyone with eyes.
a character shaking their head in disbelief or disgust with hand on their forehead, looking down
that kiss animation used since origins and in every mass effect game where they very slowly go in, hesitate, bop their heads around, and really go in for the kiss
when a character, usually female, talks and puts their two hands in front of them like a robot and shakes them to illustrate their point
a character leans back on one leg with their arms loose
the exit-stage-right an NPC does after a conversation ends
angry limp wrist pointing
neck/collar bone scratch
a slow crossing of the arms in times of suspicion
that punch animation
drinking alcohol and violently shaking head
a character gives a half smile with an eyebrow raised
pointing behind with thumb, body turns very slightly
Okay, @jellyeliart, you posted that poll about genres, so I figure I'll throw a few at you this week from a few different genres just to satisfy that whole "variety" thing. ;) Some of these are definitely songs I've shared before (maybe not for this but for other music games), but that's beside the point. 😁
Alex Warren - "One More I Love You"
I've got this one on my playlist because I love the sentiment in it, and because it fits my OC Saadrah reasonably well. Alex Warren's music is *chef's kiss*.
More below the cut.
Home Free - "Everybody Walkin' This Land"
I love a very large portion of Home Free's music, but decided to share this one as a feature (though "Brother" is also good and has a fun music video). Tim Foust's bass line in this just gives me the shivers in a good way (I was so happy when they performed this at the "Challenge the Sea" concert I attended last year).
Crush 40 - "What I'm Made Of"
Can't show off my tastes without a little bit of Sonic the Hedgehog butt rock. Sure, "Live and Learn" is quintessential in the fandom, but this one is right up there with it as far as favorite Crush 40 tracks go.
Ted Poley and Tony Harnell - "We Can: Theme of Team Sonic"
Yes, a second Sonic song, but it's not Crush 40, and it's more pop-punk, so there. I love this one because it's just unapologetically positive. "Together we can overcome all the odds. It's never as hard as it seems." Gimme more of that, thanks.
Céline Dion - "It's All Coming Back to Me Now"
How about a swerve from the Sonic songs? I've always enjoyed Céline's music, and this song right here is what prompted me to buy one of her albums in the 90s after I got my first CD player. The music video is also delightfully melodramatic, it's great.
Sail North - "Tales of Luria"
Shanty time! This is my favorite Sail North song, hands down (though I also love how he turned "Row Row Row Your Boat" and "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" into shanties as well. This one's music just hooks me every time it comes up.
Ludovico Einaudi - "Pathos"
I'm 100% blaming "Pathos" (fic link) by karinamay for this, though I'd listened to a few Einaudi works before reading that. "Pathos" is hands-down my favorite Einaudi song. I love how it builds.
Persephone Maewyn and dascoltjr - "Total Eclipse of the Heart (Literal Video Version)"
Okay, let's wrap up with a silly one. I'm an 80s/90s kid, and some of my music favorites reflect that (See "Heaven Is a Place on Earth" by Belinda Carlisle and "Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now" by Starship on my regular playlist), but this version of "Total Eclipse of the Heart" holds a soft spot in my heart. 80s music videos could be wild, and this version riffs on that.
Enjoy all the music, Eli! 💙
Tags to share along. Maybe drop a comment and let me know which of these you like best? 😉
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It's FenHawke Week (@fenhawke-week)! I've teased this one a bit in progress, but here it is finished!
The first thing that came to mind when looking at the prompt options for today was the red cloth Fenris wears around his wrist after you start the romance with him.
In the aftermath of letting Sidonis go, Garrus is struggling.
But his guilt goes deeper than he realizes, and it takes a much-needed conversation at a bar with Shepard for him to realize some things that may have been there all along, and wondering if he's willing to cross that line.
Posted to the Shakarian Mini-Bang 2026 collection on the AO3.
Born in rural Antiva to Tal-Vashoth parents, in late summer/early Autumn, 9:24 Dragon.
The "Charon Mercar is my father" backstory is a cover story she made up on arrival in Minrathous at age eighteen, in order to acquire citizenship papers and obfuscate her actual origins.
Affiliations:
I didn't bother pulling up my game to see what their actual standings were at. The only reason anyone wouldn't be at bond level 10 was due to not wanting to drag them around looking for more enemies to punch just to get there. I did do a careful juggling act of party members to try to get everyone as high as possible, and as far as Saadrah's concerned, they're all family.
Bellara and Harding both match, going from "respect" to "friends" to "besties." Saadrah likes their chaotic energy and doing archery competitions between the three of them. The feeling is generally mutual. Where Saadrah might not understand Harding's magic or Bellara's artifacts, she can still bond with them over protective natures and burning curiosity, and given Saadrah's older brother is a mage, she's encouraging and understanding.
Neve also has the distinction of hitting "best friends" status, though only just, and mostly through Saadrah's persistence. There's definitely a blip in there on Neve's end where she swung right into "distrust" after the call Saadrah made about the dragon attacks, but Perseverance is Saadrah's defining characteristic, and that includes trying to make it up to Neve.
Despite getting on well with mages, Saadrah was definitely wary of Emmrich upon first meeting, mostly for being a mortalitasi. He grew on her, though, and while the two of them didn't hit "best friends" status, they're still friends.
Saadrah was also distrustful of Davrin at first, largely due to his reactions to Lucanis. Once she got him to chill, it was smoother sailing into friendship there. Unfortunately, he was lost on Tearstone, and I haven't yet decided if I'm going to headcanon a way to get him and Assan back.
Taash, meanwhile, was distrustful of Saadrah initially, as a potential agent of the Qun. It didn't take much convincing on Saadrah's part to dispel that worry, and from there the two ended up more as adoptive siblings than anything else, bonding over similar upbringings.
And best for last, Lucanis gets a veritable rainbow on his meters. Initial distrust, of course—he's a demon-possessed assassin, she's a non-Crow claiming to be sent by his grandmother—but her persistence and care easily led to respect, then friendship. Once they realized they'd known each other (briefly!) as children, it wasn't difficult to reach "best friends," and tied in with all of that was a growing crush and eventual romance (once these two demi dorks figured their feelings out).
And yes, I'm planning on doing this for my other ladies, but I want to make cards that suit their games, which is a bit of an undertaking (and I realized today that FenHawke week starts tomorrow, so I'm putting card templates on pause while I work on those).
Tags for friends to see, and play along if you want! 💙
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me at 10: well really what I want to do with my life is cure cancer, and be an extremely famous scientist, and discover things that change the world, and win a Nobel Prize, and be a novelist, and
me at 20: so what I think I want is to have a successful career, and work hard for promotions, and establish myself in my industry, and make a good life for myself, and sure it's not curing cancer but it's more realistic
me at 30: I want to pet my kitty cat. I want to go on long bike rides when the weather is nice. I want to roll around on the grass. I want to cook good food. I want to clean my house. I want to get a good vacuum. I want to sleep when I'm tired. I want to never open Microsoft Teams again.
