Summoner's Sketchbook

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 ~

Outside links here, but the most relevant is probably my Archive of our Own page.

You can buy me a cocoa (Ko-fi) if you want to throw a tip my way, and you can buy things with my art on Redbubble (slowly adding to inventory).

I also have a side blog for reblogging art I like, and now a side blog for reblogging other people's fiction.

I have a tag list for things like tag games. Want on (or off) the list? Just leave a comment on the linked post.

Fandoms, collected posts, commission info, etc. below the cut to keep this shorter on my page.

Quick links to my OCs: Castelin Cousland | Aelinn Hawke | Tyria Lavellan | Saadrah Mercar

I suspect this one is more of a surprise than the Carver/Merrill ficlet. 😏

For my final entry, I decided to tease a little another ship I have for my canon worldstate: Illario/Neve. I largely landed on the pairing on my own, mostly as a little "what-if" seed that took root, but I was also little bit inspired by @himluv's Illario/Bellara stuff, and definitely reinforced (reassured? that I wasn't just being daft) by @jenn2d2's Illario/Neve stuff (which I still need to read). What can I say? The idea of a redemption arc and a little "oops I fell in love when I didn't intend to" for Illario appeals to me.

Doesn't mean I won't smack him around a little emotionally first. Penance.

Space Enough for Breath

Seven kisses, seven pairs, not all of them good ideas.

Rating: T

And for the other parts: Day 1 (Camp) | Day 2 (Injury) | Day 3 (Courtyard) | Day 4 (Exploration) | Day 5 (Beach) | Day 6 (Mourning) Read the whole thing on AO3

Day 7: Sneaky (Illario/Neve)

(Set sometime after the events of Veilguard.) Note: "nievita" means "little snow" in Spanish (thank you to my husband for help picking it). I couldn't pass up the play on Neve's name.

Illario let out a soft grunt as his back hit the shelves in the small closet, and he nearly sneezed on the dust that kicked up before a firm hand pressed over his mouth. The close quarters meant he had very little room to maneuver, even less to get out of the way as a body—compact, curved, smelling of sandalwood and cedar perfume—pressed into his with the closing of the door.

Not that he wanted to get out of the way, anyway. Not from this particular assailant.

He let his hands drift toward hips that dug into his, but the hand on his lips turned ice-cold, a clear warning, and he stopped. He knew better than to push. Knew better than to antagonize her, even if the frigid look in her eyes—not quite visible in the wan light seeping through the gap at the bottom of the door—was as much temptation as it was threat.

Instead, he left a kiss in her palm, slow and sensual, and smirked when he felt her shiver against him. Her hand clenched tighter around his mouth, fingers pressing into his jaw, just shy of hard enough to bruise. He heard a sharp hiss of breath, the barest of whispers.

His charms were no match for the will of Neve Gallus, and that intrigued him more than anything.

So he waited. Let her take charge, like she usually did, and amused himself with fantasizing how things would play out this time.

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Final tag for the event week. Hope you enjoyed them all!

Oh, this one was fun (and quick)! 💙 Thanks for the tags, @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai and @handsignals, and also @serialsforbellara via DM!

Picrew here

Castelin Cousland

Castelin doesn't wear any fancy perfumes. At all. She prefers kaddis, for her mabari. Specifically a blue-tinted one that smells very strongly of the sea near Highever (she describes it as "seawater and soil," but Alistair once described it as "someone tried to dress up dead fish and rotting wood and failed miserably"). She tends to only use it in potential combat scenarios, but has been known to wear it to council meetings if there's a particular noble she doesn't like.

(It honestly doesn't smell as bad as Alistair described it, just strong. It takes getting used to.)

Aelinn Hawke

Aelinn isn't one to wear fragrances often, but she does have one blend that she likes for fancy occasions (sometimes the fancy occasion is getting drunk at the Hanged Man). It smells like cinnamon, clove, hot pepper, and woodsmoke, as befitting a fire mage. The fragrance becme more popular in Kirkwall after Aelinn earned the title of Champion, but the perfumer who crafted the fragrance still reserves a bottle for her on the regular. Yes, she still wears this fragrance even after she pivots to force magic as her go-to.

Tyria Lavellan

Tyria is not generally one to wear perfumes either, preferring her own natural scent plus whatever she picks up while out in nature. She often smells like flowers just from having them tucked into her hair, or like the woods just from being outside (anyone who's ever smelled their kid's hair after they've come in from playing outdoors probably has an idea of what that's like, or is it just my kids?).

But she does have one bottle of an expensive Orlesian perfume Josephine had commissioned for her, which smells like gardenias and pine (but on purpose and with fancier ingredients!), which Tyria wears for important social functions and also private dates with Cullen.

Saadrah Mercar

I like to think that Qunari in general have a better sense of smell than humans, elves, and dwarves, with adaari having an even better sense than that. So Saadrah can pick up on scents easier than her fellow protagonists (but not as well as Taash does), and thus is more careful with personal grooming to manage how she smells, but also what she puts on herself so as not to overwhelm herself (or Taash).

To that end, it took Lucanis a while to hit on a perfume that Saadrah would willingly wear, but she does wear it for him because she knows he likes it. Inspired by Spite's description of her, it contains notes of citrus (lemon more than orange though) and mint, but the dominant scent is lilacs (because I like lilacs).

Tags for the people on my tag list, and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!

Okay, so not completely unique pairs each day, but...well....

Maybe not all of these kisses are good ideas.

This event is canon to my ladies' stories, but it's not an endgame relationship. And what's being mourned is not a person but a relationship.

Space Enough for Breath

Seven kisses, seven pairs, not all of them good ideas.

Rating: T

Missed the earlier parts? Day 1 (Camp) | Day 2 (Injury) | Day 3 (Courtyard) | Day 4 (Exploration) | Day 5 (Beach) Read the whole thing on AO3

Day 6: Mourning (Hawke/Cullen - attempted)

(Set in 9:34 Dragon, during Act II of Dragon Age 2, the day after the breakup with Fenris.)

Maybe, Aelinn thought, as she made eye contact over the rim of her tankard with the surprised templar staring down at her, going to the tavern closest to the Gallows wasn’t exactly the brightest idea, even if she had been freshly dumped in the wee hours of that very morning and was looking to drown the heartache in ale.

It seemed, by the dumbfounded expression on his face, that Knight-Captain Cullen agreed.

Not that any of the city’s templars knew she was an apostate. That would have been suicide. She would have been locked up, made Tranquil, or executed already if they’d known. Didn’t make choosing their preferred tavern—and its frankly weak and uninspiring ale, lackluster snacks, lack of music, oppressive atmosphere, and threat of danger without any fun to balance it out—any less stupid, though.

But there was something the Sun and Sword had going for it that the Hanged Man didn’t: no Fenris.

She let her eyes fall away, to the empty stool beside her at the corner of the bar counter. “Have a seat, why don’t you?” she mumbled around the rim of her tankard.

Cullen didn’t move.

Aelinn sighed and drained her tankard, and met his eyes again. “I promise, I’m not making this a regular thing, haunting your haunt.” She swept her hair out of her eyes with her free hand. “I just...needed to get away from the usual for tonight.”

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