Fangirl Trash

Lily and Mara?

[made a whole new AU for this one]

Lily gasped in horror on seeing her friend. And oh, how new it still felt to have a friend! Mara had snuck into the Necropolis three months ago, hiding out from something or someone. Lily did not like to press her too hard over the details but she let slip something about an Alienage once which was confusing as she had Dalish vallaslin. Specifically the winding branches of Mythal, mother, justice, retribution.

The girl was the same age as Lily, half starved and terrified.

For the first time ever Lily broke a rule. She let Mara stay hidden. Even shared her room, her bed. Like sisters, she told herself even though more than once she forgot her studies of funerary rites of the Avvar in favour of the tattooed branches on Mara's slumbering face. Her pillowy bottom lip. Her body pressed close to hers...Mara had a way of looking at her sometimes with those impossibly green eyes like Lily stood naked before her and spirits help her Lily liked it.

But Mara was made for fresh air and sunshine. Fruit plucked from the tree, birdsong, and soft grass beneath her feet. So just as she snuck into the Necropolis she would sneak out. She always came back of course, often with a little treasure to share with Lily. Pockets of strawberries. A blue feather. A bottle of dandelion wine. A pebble with a hole through it.

It was during one of these outings that the Crows saw her. House Valisti had taken the contract and spotted her as she negotiated with a baker for a slightly burnt bun prepared with halla butter. Lilypad had never tried it and it was tricky to find here. The slash was quick and shallow along her waist. A trickle of blood but the poison...it sent Mara to her knees in a white hot agony. The leather clad blonde circled her and scoffed at the pathetic knife ear but Mara managed to grab a fistful of burning embers that cooked the skin on her palm until she threw them in the blondes face and made her stumbling escape.

Adrenaline got her back to the Necropolis. It was risky though, if they hurt Lily because of her...but Lily was all Mara had. The first...the only person to be kind to her. Mara felt safe and accepted with her. She crawled the last few feet to her room and passed out on the floor.

Lily's strangled scream woke her. Was someone hurting Lily? Mara tried to rise, a knife in her burnt hand, prepared to use the little strength left to protect her Lilypad, but no. No they were alone. It was her that made Lily scream (and not the way she fantasised about). The slash to her side throbbed angrily, the veins nearest the wound had turned black and it felt like acid in her blood.

"You're hurt..." Lily sobbed. "Did they try to capture you?"

"I got away..." Mara fell back onto the rug and she was so sorry that she had ruined Lily's nice rug with her blood that she could cry if her eyes didn't feel like they were dusted in glass. "But their blades were poisoned. Can you help?"

But she’s alive and well

Lily nurses her back to strength. Learning how to cook to keep her well fed. Spirits she had desperately contacted stop by to check in

For once she doesn’t feel desperately alone

Lily and Mara?

[made a whole new AU for this one]

Lily gasped in horror on seeing her friend. And oh, how new it still felt to have a friend! Mara had snuck into the Necropolis three months ago, hiding out from something or someone. Lily did not like to press her too hard over the details but she let slip something about an Alienage once which was confusing as she had Dalish vallaslin. Specifically the winding branches of Mythal, mother, justice, retribution.

The girl was the same age as Lily, half starved and terrified.

For the first time ever Lily broke a rule. She let Mara stay hidden. Even shared her room, her bed. Like sisters, she told herself even though more than once she forgot her studies of funerary rites of the Avvar in favour of the tattooed branches on Mara's slumbering face. Her pillowy bottom lip. Her body pressed close to hers...Mara had a way of looking at her sometimes with those impossibly green eyes like Lily stood naked before her and spirits help her Lily liked it.

But Mara was made for fresh air and sunshine. Fruit plucked from the tree, birdsong, and soft grass beneath her feet. So just as she snuck into the Necropolis she would sneak out. She always came back of course, often with a little treasure to share with Lily. Pockets of strawberries. A blue feather. A bottle of dandelion wine. A pebble with a hole through it.

It was during one of these outings that the Crows saw her. House Valisti had taken the contract and spotted her as she negotiated with a baker for a slightly burnt bun prepared with halla butter. Lilypad had never tried it and it was tricky to find here. The slash was quick and shallow along her waist. A trickle of blood but the poison...it sent Mara to her knees in a white hot agony. The leather clad blonde circled her and scoffed at the pathetic knife ear but Mara managed to grab a fistful of burning embers that cooked the skin on her palm until she threw them in the blondes face and made her stumbling escape.

Adrenaline got her back to the Necropolis. It was risky though, if they hurt Lily because of her...but Lily was all Mara had. The first...the only person to be kind to her. Mara felt safe and accepted with her. She crawled the last few feet to her room and passed out on the floor.

Lily's strangled scream woke her. Was someone hurting Lily? Mara tried to rise, a knife in her burnt hand, prepared to use the little strength left to protect her Lilypad, but no. No they were alone. It was her that made Lily scream (and not the way she fantasised about). The slash to her side throbbed angrily, the veins nearest the wound had turned black and it felt like acid in her blood.

"You're hurt..." Lily sobbed. "Did they try to capture you?"

"I got away..." Mara fell back onto the rug and she was so sorry that she had ruined Lily's nice rug with her blood that she could cry if her eyes didn't feel like they were dusted in glass. "But their blades were poisoned. Can you help?"

Lily and Mara?

[made a whole new AU for this one]

Lily gasped in horror on seeing her friend. And oh, how new it still felt to have a friend! Mara had snuck into the Necropolis three months ago, hiding out from something or someone. Lily did not like to press her too hard over the details but she let slip something about an Alienage once which was confusing as she had Dalish vallaslin. Specifically the winding branches of Mythal, mother, justice, retribution.

The girl was the same age as Lily, half starved and terrified.

For the first time ever Lily broke a rule. She let Mara stay hidden. Even shared her room, her bed. Like sisters, she told herself even though more than once she forgot her studies of funerary rites of the Avvar in favour of the tattooed branches on Mara's slumbering face. Her pillowy bottom lip. Her body pressed close to hers...Mara had a way of looking at her sometimes with those impossibly green eyes like Lily stood naked before her and spirits help her Lily liked it.

But Mara was made for fresh air and sunshine. Fruit plucked from the tree, birdsong, and soft grass beneath her feet. So just as she snuck into the Necropolis she would sneak out. She always came back of course, often with a little treasure to share with Lily. Pockets of strawberries. A blue feather. A bottle of dandelion wine. A pebble with a hole through it.

It was during one of these outings that the Crows saw her. House Valisti had taken the contract and spotted her as she negotiated with a baker for a slightly burnt bun prepared with halla butter. Lilypad had never tried it and it was tricky to find here. The slash was quick and shallow along her waist. A trickle of blood but the poison...it sent Mara to her knees in a white hot agony. The leather clad blonde circled her and scoffed at the pathetic knife ear but Mara managed to grab a fistful of burning embers that cooked the skin on her palm until she threw them in the blondes face and made her stumbling escape.

Adrenaline got her back to the Necropolis. It was risky though, if they hurt Lily because of her...but Lily was all Mara had. The first...the only person to be kind to her. Mara felt safe and accepted with her. She crawled the last few feet to her room and passed out on the floor.

Lily's strangled scream woke her. Was someone hurting Lily? Mara tried to rise, a knife in her burnt hand, prepared to use the little strength left to protect her Lilypad, but no. No they were alone. It was her that made Lily scream (and not the way she fantasised about). The slash to her side throbbed angrily, the veins nearest the wound had turned black and it felt like acid in her blood.

"You're hurt..." Lily sobbed. "Did they try to capture you?"

"I got away..." Mara fell back onto the rug and she was so sorry that she had ruined Lily's nice rug with her blood that she could cry if her eyes didn't feel like they were dusted in glass. "But their blades were poisoned. Can you help?"

Mia reading Cullen's letter referring to the Inquisitor by name instead of title:

Lily and Mara?

[made a whole new AU for this one]

Lily gasped in horror on seeing her friend. And oh, how new it still felt to have a friend! Mara had snuck into the Necropolis three months ago, hiding out from something or someone. Lily did not like to press her too hard over the details but she let slip something about an Alienage once which was confusing as she had Dalish vallaslin. Specifically the winding branches of Mythal, mother, justice, retribution.

The girl was the same age as Lily, half starved and terrified.

For the first time ever Lily broke a rule. She let Mara stay hidden. Even shared her room, her bed. Like sisters, she told herself even though more than once she forgot her studies of funerary rites of the Avvar in favour of the tattooed branches on Mara's slumbering face. Her pillowy bottom lip. Her body pressed close to hers...Mara had a way of looking at her sometimes with those impossibly green eyes like Lily stood naked before her and spirits help her Lily liked it.

But Mara was made for fresh air and sunshine. Fruit plucked from the tree, birdsong, and soft grass beneath her feet. So just as she snuck into the Necropolis she would sneak out. She always came back of course, often with a little treasure to share with Lily. Pockets of strawberries. A blue feather. A bottle of dandelion wine. A pebble with a hole through it.

It was during one of these outings that the Crows saw her. House Valisti had taken the contract and spotted her as she negotiated with a baker for a slightly burnt bun prepared with halla butter. Lilypad had never tried it and it was tricky to find here. The slash was quick and shallow along her waist. A trickle of blood but the poison...it sent Mara to her knees in a white hot agony. The leather clad blonde circled her and scoffed at the pathetic knife ear but Mara managed to grab a fistful of burning embers that cooked the skin on her palm until she threw them in the blondes face and made her stumbling escape.

Adrenaline got her back to the Necropolis. It was risky though, if they hurt Lily because of her...but Lily was all Mara had. The first...the only person to be kind to her. Mara felt safe and accepted with her. She crawled the last few feet to her room and passed out on the floor.

Lily's strangled scream woke her. Was someone hurting Lily? Mara tried to rise, a knife in her burnt hand, prepared to use the little strength left to protect her Lilypad, but no. No they were alone. It was her that made Lily scream (and not the way she fantasised about). The slash to her side throbbed angrily, the veins nearest the wound had turned black and it felt like acid in her blood.

"You're hurt..." Lily sobbed. "Did they try to capture you?"

"I got away..." Mara fell back onto the rug and she was so sorry that she had ruined Lily's nice rug with her blood that she could cry if her eyes didn't feel like they were dusted in glass. "But their blades were poisoned. Can you help?"

Lily and Mara?

[made a whole new AU for this one]

Lily gasped in horror on seeing her friend. And oh, how new it still felt to have a friend! Mara had snuck into the Necropolis three months ago, hiding out from something or someone. Lily did not like to press her too hard over the details but she let slip something about an Alienage once which was confusing as she had Dalish vallaslin. Specifically the winding branches of Mythal, mother, justice, retribution.

The girl was the same age as Lily, half starved and terrified.

For the first time ever Lily broke a rule. She let Mara stay hidden. Even shared her room, her bed. Like sisters, she told herself even though more than once she forgot her studies of funerary rites of the Avvar in favour of the tattooed branches on Mara's slumbering face. Her pillowy bottom lip. Her body pressed close to hers...Mara had a way of looking at her sometimes with those impossibly green eyes like Lily stood naked before her and spirits help her Lily liked it.

But Mara was made for fresh air and sunshine. Fruit plucked from the tree, birdsong, and soft grass beneath her feet. So just as she snuck into the Necropolis she would sneak out. She always came back of course, often with a little treasure to share with Lily. Pockets of strawberries. A blue feather. A bottle of dandelion wine. A pebble with a hole through it.

It was during one of these outings that the Crows saw her. House Valisti had taken the contract and spotted her as she negotiated with a baker for a slightly burnt bun prepared with halla butter. Lilypad had never tried it and it was tricky to find here. The slash was quick and shallow along her waist. A trickle of blood but the poison...it sent Mara to her knees in a white hot agony. The leather clad blonde circled her and scoffed at the pathetic knife ear but Mara managed to grab a fistful of burning embers that cooked the skin on her palm until she threw them in the blondes face and made her stumbling escape.

Adrenaline got her back to the Necropolis. It was risky though, if they hurt Lily because of her...but Lily was all Mara had. The first...the only person to be kind to her. Mara felt safe and accepted with her. She crawled the last few feet to her room and passed out on the floor.

Lily's strangled scream woke her. Was someone hurting Lily? Mara tried to rise, a knife in her burnt hand, prepared to use the little strength left to protect her Lilypad, but no. No they were alone. It was her that made Lily scream (and not the way she fantasised about). The slash to her side throbbed angrily, the veins nearest the wound had turned black and it felt like acid in her blood.

"You're hurt..." Lily sobbed. "Did they try to capture you?"

"I got away..." Mara fell back onto the rug and she was so sorry that she had ruined Lily's nice rug with her blood that she could cry if her eyes didn't feel like they were dusted in glass. "But their blades were poisoned. Can you help?"

❤️6. Are people afraid of your OC? If so, is that fear warranted?

For Adahlen and Ayanne:

🧡1. How would your OC describe themselves as a child?

For Ayanne:

🤍6. Does your OC idolize their past?

I'm answering colorful OC asks!

Oooooh thank you so much friend :)))

FOR ADALHEN ❤️ 6. Are people afraid of your OC? If so, is that fear warranted?

Mmmh, I wouldn't use the word "afraid", but he's very respected as a Keeper? He's warm and welcoming towards his people, and is a very good listener (imagine years listening to Ayanne rambling about the most crazy things, lol, one gets really good at that :P), but he can also be very strict and is definitely hard to manipulate. So, when people in the clan need to approach him, they would all feel comfortable in doing so, but they would also know it's not granted that they'll get what they need to ask.

FOR ADAHLEN AND AYANNE 🧡 1. How would your OC describe themselves as a child?

OH, I love this one.

Ayanne would say she was definitely a "too much" kind of child: veeeery loud, too enthusiastic about everything, too strong emotions, never listens to anyone. And she would describe Adahlen as a very quiet and composed kid (the golden child for all the adults), with a heart of gold and a secret, huge inner world he wouldn't show to anyone but her.

Adahlen would describe himself as a very shy and introvert kid, always eager to help the adults to demonstrate his worth, but also too prone to hyperfixate on Ayanne things he liked. And about Ayanne, he would say she was explosive, and joyous, and theatrical and so very brave, and one would never get tired to stay at her side.

FOR AYANNE 🤍 6. Does your OC idolize their past?