#Lydia trevelyan

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

Lydia core 😭

[sun-marie]

I imagine Lydia Laidir wouldn't be too impressed with "Lord" Inquisitor James Treveylan

[thedragonagebigbang]

A Simple Affair

Written by: Contre Parry Illustrated by: Sahher

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Content Warnings: Depictions of Violence, Blood, Funeral Practices Fandom(s): Dragon Age 2, Dragon Age Inquisition Major Pairing(s)/Character(s): Mage Trevelyan Inquisitor, Senior Enchanter Lydia/OC

Ostwick Circle is thrown into chaos after the horrific murder of Senior Enchanter Lydia. While emptying Lydia’s office, Enchanter Evelyn Trevelyan discovers that there was more to her mentor than she ever realized.

A primarily epistolary fic that explores how Ostwick might have ‘peacefully’ disbanded at the start of the Mage Templar War.

More from Contre Parry: @contreparry More from Sahher: @emptyshellofanillusionwizard

Full art by Sahher:

[eldritchblaaaast]

once cooked up a mage trevelyan who's a bit older than the game implies they are as a means of reinforcing the previous message of the first 2 games regarding the treatment of mages and the mage-templar war - a 30-ish enchanter with a bone to pick with every person who defends the circle or the templars, very protective of the mages and apprentices, and extremely Tired of Everything Happening to Him

i miss him

[cacturne]

with shrike its like. I say (in her mind) about people hating her not because its all flowers and rainbows but because she just immediately jumps to the worst case scenario. I dont think her parents found it particularly difficult to give her up to the circle because as devout people they heavily agree with the andrastian opinion of mages. Obviously. And while they reassured her a little they were not particularly sad to see her go, but this is more because they thought it would be a good life for her there. The circle is sedate, with her noble connections she can visit them, she gets taken care of and nobody is in danger. Hooray! They werent a particular fan of having a mage child but surely andraste bestowed this on her for a reason.

But obviously a small child will see that as You Dont Care About Me You Hate Me You Want Me Gone (understandable) and she kind of like, held onto that mindset from then on. Oh the maker doesnt answer my prayers? The maker hates me and abandoned me just like my family. Oh the enchanters say its better for me to stay when i want to leave? I dont want to hear their reasons obviously they just hate me and want me to keep being unhappy forever. Childish mindset!!!

[scalpelsister]

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gwendolyn | lydia | taiga leontine | taube | feilan morana | lorelei | lunacy yara | feilan (again) | sadie

tagging- @shellibisshe @ghostfvcker @teamhawkeye @lxmbert @cannibalcult + whoever else wants to do this <3

[simnovoris]

Evelyn Trevelyan, Leah Rutherford's sister, lives in Henford-on-Bagley with her family - Thom Blackwall and twins Lydia and Samuel. Evelyn is pregnant again with their third child. They run a small farm and Thom also makes some money selling crafts.

They adore each other and rarely even interact with other people beyond Evelyn's sisters Leah and Anne. Thom had a slight case of panic when they first found out Evelyn was pregnant, since he had never considered himself father material, but he quickly gathered his resolve into proposing instead.

The twins have been a handful to raise, even for two parents working from home. Lydia is sunny and inquisitive whereas Samuel is a more aggressive and clingy kind of toddler, but they both have each other's backs.

[ustalav]

to add to gideon he was nepo babied into a junior enchanter at like 21. he was senior enchanter lydia's class pet, originally bc she is a spirit healer and was drawn to the story of him discovering magic through healing which can be difficult to grasp magic. except then gideon is actually not that good at healing but he is really good with the young apprentices and at teaching fundamentals

so he ends up becoming a mentor to the young apprentices and he v much relates to them adjusting to circle life bc it was a hard time in his life as well

[valentineveils]

making it so that andraste had the most one-sided love with her senior enchanter [lydia] 🫡 as one does

[adler-obsessed]

god. Vivienne really is just. that character. She is taken to the circle so young she does not remember what her parents even looked like and someone had to tell her. She wouldn’t even know if they were telling the truth. She is ruthless, the terror and nightmare of the Orlesian court. She almost weeps when you find the Tranquil skulls in Redcliffe. She hates drop waists. She is harrowed younger than any other mage in living memory. She teaches Bull the steps to the dance of the six candles. He likens her to a Qunari dreadnought that has half the enemies on the ground before he’s even reached the front line. Her accent’s not Orlesian. No Free Marcher can tell where she is from either. Is her original voice another part of herself she cut off? She enchanted a duke within one meeting and they scandalised even Orlesian society. She was good friends with his wife. They possibly fucked too. No can control her. She’s been owned since the moment she was first brought to the Circle. She belongs to no people. There are a dozen leashes around her neck claiming otherwise. She makes fun of an elven god for setting his coattails on fire.  She is on the verge of banishing Cole back to the Fade all the time. She can’t help but grow to care for him at the end despite her best efforts to pretend otherwise. She hates herself for it. She thinks caring makes you weak. During the first conversation you have with her unmasked as a Trevelyan, she begs to know if you also cared about her childhood friend, Lydia. She tries to import illegal fur into Skyhold. Did she kill everything soft within her soul herself or did the Chantry sisters do it for her? She is impossible to prank. Some might say she’s even better than Sera at pranking. She was pulled into the game by the time she was nineteen. She’d faced worse things since she could first remember her dreams. Life has never been fair. One merely needs to be hard enough to survive. The blade at her neck when she lay on the floor of the harrowing chamber was no different from the hunger in her belly as child, a necessary pain that only drove her forward. Maker, was there ever any chance that she did not see cruelty as simply another word for life? Is there any version of her that does not end up surrounded by moral filth? 

[abyssal-ilk]

mage trevelyan being the apprentince of lydia, vivienne's childhood friend, brings up the possibility that vivienne potentially knew inquisitor trevelyan since they were a child. and the potential of that will kill me i think, especially with an anti-circle trevelyan. what do you mean vivienne may of been there as this kid grew up but now that they're older there is this massive divide between them that neither can cross. no one talk to me rn

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

Veilguard Lydia but better 👍🏼

[sun-marie]

i haven't picked this option before but i'm trying to lean into some initial animosity/distrust Lydia would have to a Southern Human Noble and leader of a massive religious organization, and this response is soooo crunchy.

Harding was (according to some sources) 19 when she joined the Inquisition, and so it makes sense that she has this naive, heroic image of them. I think James, though, looks back on a lot of what the Inquisition did with some regret. Maybe if he hadn't exiled the Wardens, for example, the South wouldn't be fairing so poorly now. And as he's significantly older than Harding and ultimately wields the most power in the Inquisition, he knows the responsibility falls on him. He won't be like the rulers of Orlais or Tevinter or his family in the Free Marches, even while acknowledging he did his best he takes responsibility in his fuck up with Solas.

But also, on top of that. I think about that banter Harding has with Taash where she likens killing people for the Inquisition to killing livestock. And how she thinks she was a good fit for the Inquisition bc of that, it sounds a little like she's justifying it. And then the man who, essentially, ordered her to kill those people ten years earlier now tells her they were wrong, they weren't the good guys she thinks they were.

And so where does that leave her?

[rosella-writes]

Hi Rosella, happy Friday! For DADWC, I am here with another poetry prompt, from “Fugue” by Louise Gluck:

10. A golden bow: a useful gift in wartime.

How heavy it was — no child could pick it up.

Except me: I could pick it up.

11. Then I was wounded. The bow was now a harp, its string cutting deep into my palm. In the dream it both makes the wound and seals the wound.

THANK you, I used this to deal with the idea of a mentorship that grew too close within the Circle and a child who was given an adult role far too soon. For @dadrunkwriting

Relationship: Lucas Trevelyan x Senior Enchanter Lydia of Ostwick

Warnings: mentor x student dynamic, abuse of authority, death

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Beautiful, boy.

A warm glow of pride takes root in Lucas’s chest, like an ember gently blown into a flame — Enchanter Lydia’s hands around his help guide the tiniest of magelights towards a sconce, which they plant within with a quick snap of Lucas’s fingers. He’s ten, and this is his first intentional magic. 

Ever after, his success is owed to Lydia. She is the ember of pride that watches his growth within the Circle — her eyes are the ones he searches for when he learns to conduct electricity without scorching the soles of his shoes, when he learns to commune with healing wisps of Compassion, when he raises his first successful barrier against the battering power of an Enchanter. He learns quickly, but he does not do it for his own gratification. He practices and reads and studies for the sake of his mentor’s warm smile. 

Unlike the other apprentices in the Circle, Lucas holds no fear of the Templars — they are guardians, failsafes, as Lydia says. She soothes him with reminders of this in his darker days, when he comes to her with the aching pain of missing home. She folds him to her breast and strokes his hair and hums an old song that replaces any memory of his mother’s voice. 

It’s Lydia who wakes him in the dead of night when he’s seventeen. She holds his face between her hands and presses her forehead to his, whispering frantically as he rouses from deep sleep. He doesn’t know what she says — it could have been a prayer, or advice, or simply an attempt to quell any rising fear. But when the Templars take him past the door he was never permitted through, up the winding stairs, and urge him into a room with soaring ceilings and windows that pour moonlight through their tinted panes, she is not with him. 

His Harrowing is his first magic done without Lydia’s proud, watchful protection. 

Lucas cannot say what he experienced within the Fade when he wakes — the Templars later tell him he cried out, not for his mother, as many apprentices do, but for the Senior Enchanter. She is outside the door, wringing her hands, when he is finally permitted to leave. 

Beautiful boy, she gasps. She takes his face in her hands again and kisses his forehead, and he can remember the sensation of her hot, quick breaths across his hairline and over his tear-stained cheeks even years later. 

My beautiful boy. 

Her last words when Ostwick’s Circle falls carry Lucas to the Conclave itself. He can still feel her blood drying in the sticky creases of his hands, see her violet eyes grow cloudy and tacky and dark like those of a dead fish. He can taste her last dying kiss in his mouth. 

At the Conclave, Lucas’s magic is as wild and barely constrained as it was when Senior Enchanter Lydia first guided his hands. It is both the string of a bow and of a harp, humming beneath his skin — capable of such violence as what laid the Circle low, or of such healing as he tried to weave in the depths of Lydia’s wounds. But where he had excelled in warlike arts, Compassion slipped away from him, and his mentor had grown cold in his arms. He has only the memory of that glowing ember of her pride to carry him — he tries to remember it as he stands among the other mages at the great gathering, how she would find and hold his gaze even in a crowd.

[contreparry]

How about “You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.” for DADWC? :)

I wanted to write some more Ostwick Circle Trevelyan and Lydia, so here they are for @dadrunkwriting!

There had to be something else here. Anything else. Evelyn pulled another book off of its stack and flipped through it until she reached the index pages. She scanned words and page numbers, reading but unable to comprehend what she was even looking at anymore. Too many words. Too many numbers. And there was not enough time, never enough time! Another book. All she needed was another book, and then, surely then-

"You weren't in bed," a voice that was as bright and brassy as the sun and as comforting as chamomile tea with lemon washed over her. "I came looking for you."

Evelyn's shoulders slumped in relief. Of course Lydia saw that she wasn't in the dormitory. Of course she noticed that she had slipped past the guard and went to the library. Of course she knew Evelyn would feel unsettled and seek comfort in the one thing that had always given her strength: information. Lydia knew her. Understood her. Of course she went out to find her.

"Here I am," Evelyn replied, and she twisted her back and turned her head until she was facing her nighttime visitor. Lydia was wearing her nightgown and dressing gown, and her curly pale blond hair was piled up atop her head like a nest. She stepped further into the library alcove, each step light and graceful as if she was dancing. She eyed the books Evelyn picked off of the shelves, a small smile gracing her dainty features.

"I see you picked some of your favorites. Practical Alchemy. The Botanist's Guide. Elemental Spells: A Master's Guide," Lydia raised one slim eyebrow when she picked up one book from the pile and read the name carved into the dark blue leather cover.

"Fade Creatures by Edmond," she said softly, her green eyes growing soft with sympathy, with pity. "Evelyn, you won't-"

"Won't be able to prepare myself for my Harrowing, yes, I know!" Evelyn interrupted. "I know, Lydia, I simply thought- I hoped-" Frustration strained her voice until it cracked and she could no longer speak. She dropped her eyes to her lap. Fool thing to hope that she would find knowledge that no one else in Ostwick ever stumbled upon. In a tower full of scholars she had no chance of turning over a stone that hadn't been unturned. Every apprentice mage studied. Every apprentice mage searched for something that would guard them against the unknown. Every apprentice mage wanted to pass through their Harrowing unharmed. Why would she be any different?

"Oh, Evie," Lydia sighed, and her warm arms wrapped around Evelyn in a tight hug. Lydia's pointed chin dug into the top of Evelyn's head. She felt a little like a child, like when she first arrived in Ostwick Circle and Lydia was just an apprentice who was so patient and friendly that she thawed the icy wall Evelyn put up between her and the world.

"I'm afraid," Evelyn confessed, her voice small in the darkness of the library.

"We all were. But the only advice I can give is..." Lydia hesitated. Evelyn leaned her head back, back until she could look upward and see strands of Lydia's pale hair and the tip of her pointed nose.

"Do not ignore the fear. Recklessness is as sure to kill you as fear," Lydia said solemnly. "And..."

"And?"

"A good night's sleep will serve you better than these books," Lydia teased. "Now, off to bed!" She gripped Evelyn's shoulders and pulled her up, whisking her off to bed with her usual forceful cheer, and Evelyn followed without complaint. Don't ignore the fear. Don't ignore the fear.

That was more helpful than anything else she had, and Evelyn clung to the words as she fell into a fitful sleep.

[scalpelsister]

oc tag game-

tagged by @cybilbennettgf & @ghostfvcker !! tysm guys, sorry this took me ages to get around to <3 (I think pretty much everyone has been tagged- if not, consider this me tagging you!!)

favorite oc

Morana Talahriel - This is a really really hard question, but at the moment its Mor! she just has it all- tall goth elf, worships the raven queen, has access to the greatest dnd spell ever (find steed). what more do ya need? (bonus points for being perfect for a dark ranger au as well <3)

oldest oc

Leontine Trevelyan - She’s been around for.... five years? or so now, making her my longest running active oc. honorable mentions to my countless childhood ocs though of course <3

newest oc

Calluna Moonberry-Thistlehop - this is a hard question to answer because, as we all know, time is a weird soup. But I’m pretty sure its this sweet lass!

meanest oc

Lorelei Maleficarum - I wont lie, she’s not very fleshed out. BUT I would reckon that being a soul stealing succubus isn’t.... extremely nice? just a hunch.

softest oc

Sadie Wolfdawn - horse game mmo oc. She’s designed for maximum Comfy Cozy Wholesome vibes, and as such, they’re about as soft as it gets! their hobbies include crochet, foraging, horse riding / training, and druidry- just to list a few of her credentials.

most stand off-ish oc

Leech - this award could go to so so many of my ocs- Leo, Lydia, and Feilan all rank high here too, but Leech wins this round. She will die on ANY hill and also probably try to eat you while doing it.

smartest oc

Lydia Coleman - bestie is an intelligence based spell caster AND total nerd <3 regardless of au and level of Wizard Hubris, she is always going to be a smart cookie and we love that for her.

dumbest oc (affectionate)

Kore Coleman - I really hate to say it but she is not working with a full deck. to say shes dumb seems.... a bit rude and a bit of a misnomer, but she’s just a poor zombie with the worlds worst case of brain fog known to mankind. (and a side of severe memory loss)

oc i’d be friends with irl

Feilan - I could see myself getting along with a few other ocs of mine, but I feel like Feilan would be just a solid pick? she’s fiercely loyal and, as a general rule, tends to be pretty calm and laid back. also..... butch solidarity.