#dani trevelyan

[lavampira]

ngl all the mage vs templar and chantry vs inquisition stuff so far makes it really hard to find a reason why celi isn’t actively ‘why am I here actually’ with it all lmao

[clairedelune-13]

You know when you’ve put 110% of your energy crafting backstories for your OCs and they start to feel like your children and you’d die for them?

That’s me with my OCs.

[consistentlyshifting]

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[chlobenet]

I have become shamelessly obsessed with Dani after our little talk so is there anything else you can tell me about your darling Irish Shadowhunter?? I must know everything there is to know about her haha

Haha oh goodness okay, so Danielle grew up in a small fishing village in County Wexford, Ireland. For the most part, there is absolutely zero demon activity around those parts, and it is for that reason that a lot of Irish Shadowhunter families send their young children there to learn and to train. The Irish shadowhunters care less about physical abilities - although this is obviously very important and part of the curriculum - and more about knowledge and life skills. Dani’s interest in Seelies started at a very young age and she has been learning about them ever since. She eventually becomes the top mind - outside of a Seelie community - when it comes to Seelie laws and general way of life. It gets to the point where the Seelie’s actually look to her as a mediator and their sort of ‘go to’ person whenever they need something from the Clave. 

When she moves to Dublin, Dani falls in love with the Trinity College Library that has more books and resources than she could ever imagine - it is her favourite place on earth. When she first moves to the city she is a little overwhelmed, having come from such a small community but she soon fits in and befriends shadowhunters, downworlders and mundanes alike. She can often be found around Temple Bar, playing the guitar and telling tall tales to travelling mundanes.

I literally adoreeee Dani and Kaden so much, I have so many ideas about her and Kaden taking on the big city ahh!

[roguelioness]

For the DWC, “God, you’re so beautiful.” Happy writing!

Thank you for the prompt, @zolamoonshadow​! :D

Iron Bull x Dani Trevelyan

for @dadrunkwriting​

Exquisite

She’s curled up on the bed, a tiny figure nestled into the extra-large mattress, and she’s unashamedly stolen all the covers.

Bull doesn’t mind.

His eye traces her sleeping form, and it’s not the first time that he wishes, fleetingly, that he had both eyes to fully, properly admire her.

She’s small and slender compared to his bulk, but he’d never again do the mistake of underestimating her. Beneath her soft skin - riddled with scars as it is - she bears tough, firm muscles that carry a great deal of strength. Power - gained through years of training and practice, through sweat and blood - infuse her limbs, and he thinks of her as a steel statue covered in velvet.

He’s seen her bring down a bear with a single stab; he’s seen her slice her way through an entire group of bandits without getting a single wound in return; he’s seen her moving so silently that if he were blindfolded he’d have sworn there was no one around.

It makes her intimidating.

She’s not always that way, though. She trips over her own feet sometimes, and slips and slides on the silliest things - the last one was a rotting leaf - and each time she does it never fails to make him laugh.

But he likes her that way. It’s what makes her who she is.

She lets out a soft snore as she rolls ungracefully onto her back. Bull shakes his head, and pulls the blanket over her now-bare legs.

He knows how much she hates getting her feet cold.

Or wet.

She’d bitched and moaned the entire time they rode back from the Storm Coast, the first time they’d met, when she’d recruited him for the Inquisition. It was only when they’d left the Coastlands and entered the Bannorn - when the constant rainfall had let up - that she’d stopped whining.

She never let anyone talk about that one time they’d had to go to the Fallow Mire.

Suffice to say... it had not been one of her finest moments. Now, between Josephine and Harritt, her feet are constantly well protected with a variety of boots and socks.

She’d even had Solas cast an enchantment over any footwear she wore out on the field, telling him to fuck off in that blunt way of hers when he’d suggested that it might be a little too much preparation.

She rolls over again, her knee striking perilously close to his groin, and he jerks back automatically. The mattress shakes in response to his sudden movement.

One eye blearily open, she gazes up at him, yawning widely as she tries to disperse the fog of sleep.

“You okay?” she asks him as she stretches, long and lithe and limber, cat-like elegance in the motions.

He’s entranced, and a familiar heat starts to bubble up in his stomach. He stares at her; honey blond hair tousled and messy, falling into her eyes and down her back;; her sleeping shirt’s slipped off her shoulder, revealing tantalizingly creamy skin dotted with hundreds of freckles; and everything about the way she’s relaxed around him speaks loudly of the trust she has in him.

A trust he’s never quite had before.

Oh, sure, the Chargers trust him to lead, and his sleeping partners trusted him to not hurt them, but this? This is the kind of trust that comes with intimacy and affection; the kind that comes with a bond.

How did he end up like this? He’s always expected nothing but a good fuck from his partners; so how did that turn into... this?

She knows him well enough to be mildly concerned by his silence. “Bull.” She sits up and crawls onto him, straddling his waist. Bright silverite eyes stare down at him. “Talk.” She presses a kiss to his mouth as encouragement, and it warms him in a way he cannot explain.

He’s never had this kind of feeling under the Qun.

He’s well acquainted with sex and comraderie and other kinds of affection, but Dani makes him feel cherished; he feels protected - which should be silly, given how she’s less than half his size, but he does - and when he’s with her, he’s not a Qunari, he’s not Ben-Hassrath, he’s not Tal-Vashoth, he’s just Bull; not The Iron Bull, but Bull, spoken in that crisp, soft, lilting way of hers.

“Bull?” her tones carries more than a hint of worry.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters, and pulls her down to him.

[lavellander]

ok ignore the daenerys hair but im going bonkers this is THE only time i have ever been able to make pleione even remotely close to how i imagine her.... miss enchanter trevelyan maam..........

[herald-divine-hell]

What would Alexandra do with Daenerys Targaryen

What wouldn’t she do with Daenerys. She’ll probably have Dany eat her out on the Iron Throne, fingers running through her silver-golden hair as she praises her. Put a vibrating rune inside the Dragon Queen as she sits on Dany’s face. Tie Dany flat on the bed and fuck her from behind with a strap on. She wants to tame the Mother of Dragons.

[soulventure91-bounce]

Look who’s back on the DAI train guise. Five Inquisitors all ready to push through and hopefully once they’re all done, be ready to face down the Dread Wolf himself.

In order, from the top left:

Danica Ivriniel Lavellan - rogue (dual-wield), assassin, slated to romance Cullen [personal default world state] Azar Saare Adaar - mage, rift magic, slated to romance Backwall Caoimhe Reagan Trevelyan - mage, knight-enchanter, slated to romance Iron Bull Jaseck Cadash - rogue (dual-wield), unknown specialization, unknown romance Salojan Adaar - rogue (archer), unknown specialization, unknown romance.

Various mods used, if you really want to see my list feel free to ask.

[january-warlock]

Cassandra: I understand that along with your...criticisms of the Chantry, you are also a non-believer?

Daenerys: Oh, I do believe that there could be a higher power. That the elven gods are the true gods, but I also think your Maker could exist.

Cassandra: You think the Maker could exist, but you don’t worship him? 

Daenerys: No. I prayed to your Maker, long ago, when I was a child and didn’t know better. I asked Him, Maker, can’t you hear your people cry? And He did nothing, while we bled and burned and died, thanks to people like you. Either He does not exist, or He does, and he simply doesn’t care for mages.

Cassandra: Or He does exist, and there was a reason behind making you experience that pain. He might give you some peace, make some sense of the suffering you’ve endured. If you put your faith in Him and that there was a reason for everything.

Daenerys: A reason? For what? Picking me over all the other mages of the Circle because my life was, for some reason, worth more than theirs? A good, kind god, would have intervened. I say your Maker isn’t worthy of me, if he does exist.

Cassandra: And if the Maker does in fact exist, and surviving the Circle Annulment was part of His plan for you?

Daenerys: Then He will have to beg my forgiveness! 

[jessiemieli]

@chlobenet

[bredden87]

Note to Self

Must gather reference images for my OCs so that when I FINALLY have money I can get some shit commissioned!

[rhetoricalrogue]

I took the afternoon off and while doing chores I had planned on doing over the weekend, I had an idea for Dani and her best friend Lisette.

"Trevelyan's hiring again."

Dani didn't look up from her task of feeding the messenger ravens. "Which one?"

Lisette scoffed. "You know which one. The hot one."

"That's not narrowing my choices down, Lissie." More food was scooped out and put into the dish Dani knew Ser Barnabas had claimed for his own. As if on cue, he swooped down from the rookery rafters and settled on the perch closest to Dani.

"Rolfe. You know, the one with the information network?" Lisette sighed. "What I wouldn't give to run my fingers through his hair."

"Pretty boy," Ser Barnabas croaked, stretching his neck out for pets. "Pretty boy."

Dani paused long enough to give the raven scritches where he wanted them. "Ah, him. Not my type, but he is a pretty boy. What's the job?"

Lisette stuck out her tongue at Dani's sad lack of taste when it came to attractive men. "Infiltrate one of the chateaus in Jader, get a read on this new baron that's set himself up that no one really knows anything about, in and out with no casualties."

Dani turned to look at her friend, who was busy sweeping up dried raven droppings from the floor. "You already signed us up for this, didn't you?"

She grinned. "I already signed us up for this. How's your Orlesian? Have you been doing the lessons I gave you?"

"I haven't needed to take Orlesian lessons since I was nineteen, you toad," Dani grumbled in the same language.

"Hmm, perfect sentence structure, but your accent needs work."

"Ugh." Dropping a quick kiss on Ser Barnabas' beak, she put her hands on her hips. "Please tell me I'm not going to be stuffing myself into some frilly dress and playing the part of a nouveau riche noblewoman."

Lisette stopped sweeping. "Well..."

"Lisette Jacqueline Deveraux!"

"It's only for a week, I swear! And we're the same size, so you don't have to go shopping, you can raid my closets!"

"I'm going to break my ankles wearing those ridiculous shoes you keep buying!"

"Daniella, you take that back! My babies are stylish!"

"Can't I just go in as your personal maid? I can get more information through the chateau's hired help than I ever can trying to pretend I'm nobility while frantically trying to remember my manners."

"Too late, I already told Trevelyan and he's thrilled to have us on the job." She stopped sweeping and came up next to Dani, bumping her shoulder with her own. "Cheer up, he's also sending in one of his own to cover the hired help. You remember Bruno, yes?"

"Big, bald, intimidating looking gentleman that's really one of the softest marshmallows you'll ever meet? With the impressive beard?"

"Handsome man!"

Lisette laughed. "Seems Ser Barnabas knows what's up. Bruno's going to be our driver, he'll make sure that any gossip in the stables and chateau grounds are covered."

"At least we'll be working with a professional. And how long is this job going to take?" She did the mental calculations for how long it would take to travel from Skyhold to Jader and back, then added in the weeklong duration of the actual job. "You planned this perfectly to fit in with the time we had off from the last job Sister Leliana put us on."

Lisette gave her a satisfied smirk that made her look like a cat that had caught and devoured the canary. "I am a tactical genius. We'll be back before our next scouting rotation."

"You," Dani accused, poking Lisette in the chest with her finger. "Are insufferable, and a wretch."

"Which is why you love me more than life itself."

"Apparently against my better judgement." Giving Ser Barnabas one more scritch, Dani brushed her hands off on her pants. "Well, what are we waiting for? Shouldn't we be packing our things?" She knew for a fact that Lisette had a trunk full to bursting of finery, and that she'd also commandeered more than half of Dani's own personal trunk space.

Jader. She ran through her mental list of places she remembered Varric mentioning from their last conversation in the tavern a few days ago. She'd make a point to visit with him before leaving to see if she couldn't be of some use and earn some brownie points in the process.

Besides, she knew she could forge his signature pretty believably by now. If she ran across any of his books in a shop while she was there, she'd autograph them for him.

[clairedelune-13]

I found the perfect song for all my OCs

[itscuriousinsane]

So there is a copy of ‘’Swords and Shields’’ by Varic Tethras laying around in the Elven Mountain Ruins in the Trespasser DLC. Ok fine, but why in the lord’s name is there a random SOCK right beside it? Since no one really has access to the Eluvians, I can’t stop imagining that It was Solas who was reading that smutty (Casandras words) book XD !!! You can imagine the rest...  

Bonus picture, my lovely inquisitor Dany Trevelyan.

[chlobenet]

NOT ANOTHER SHADOWHUNTERS OC: DANIELLE  “ DANI ”  TREVELYAN

With the downworlders of New York on the brink of an uprising, the Clave contact the Dublin Institute to request the transfer of one of their most promising young shadowhunters. Despite her young age, Danielle Trevelyan is one of the most learned shadowhunters in the history and inner workings of Seelies and their cultures, and its for that reason that Dani is instructed to act as a mediator in the peace negotiations. 

But book smarts can only get you so far, especially when you’re up against the Seelie Queen.

[roguelioness]

A Rogue’s Finesse

Chapter 3: The Hinterlands

The Hinterlands were a beautiful place, lush and green. It should have been a peaceful region, but alas, it was not; the sound of steel clashing could be heard, faint as it was, and the smell of smoke - and burnt flesh - covered up what would have been the sweet scent of the myriad wildflowers that grew everywhere.

Dani was happy to be away from Haven - she had had enough of Leliana’s babysitting, and the war room discussions were rather depressing, even if they were important.

Besides, here in the Hinterlands, no one knew about her unfortunate accidents. Here was a chance to make a fresh impression - a more heroic one, hopefully.

She was greeted by Scout Harding, a dwarf with a no-nonsense look and an air of efficiency around her. Harding had given her a brief summary of the state of the Hinterlands, and directed her to the Crossroads, where Mother Giselle - the Chantry sister who Dani had been tasked with approaching - was helping the wounded.

The path down to the Crossroads was a grim reminder of the chaos that plagued the land. Bodies of the dead lined the path; many of those belonged to innocent refugees who were caught in the crossfire between the mages and the templars.

Spotting a patch of royal elfroot, she made her way towards it, intent on collecting it for the healers back at Haven. A squelching sound had her looking down at her feet, and she nearly threw up. She had not, as she’d thought, stepped into mud.

Her foot was currently in the middle of rotting flesh. Intestines, by the looks of it.

Then the smell hit her, and she did vomit. All over the dead body she’d stepped on.

She didn’t know whether to laugh, or to cry.

It took a while for her to clean the mess off her boots, emptying her waterskin in the process, holding her breath in an attempt to ignore the terrible smell. Varric had refused to help her, chuckling at her ability to “not see what was right in front of her” as he’d put it. Cassandra had just grunted in disgust and wandered away, returning with a piece of cloth - taken, undoubtedly, from the clothing of the deceased villagers - and giving it to Dani.

She thanked the Seeker profusely.

Her first impression of the Crossroads was chaos, likely because she was immediately plunged into a skirmish between Inquisition forces, rogue templars and apostate mages. No one seemed to listen - they were all too drunk on their rage to remember they had ears. Cassandra and Solas tried  to persuade the templars and mages to stand down, but it was futile. By the end of day, the piles of the dead had increased by a couple dozen or so corpses.

Mother Giselle was unlike any Chantry mother Dani had ever encountered. Soft-spoken and earnest, she seemed to have a genuine desire to help. All of Dani’s niggling doubts over the meeting being some sort of trap vanished as she spoke to the hickory-skinned older woman. With the meeting complete, and securing Mother Giselle’s help for the Inquisition, Dani - rather naively, she thought in retrospect - thought that they would return to Haven.

Nope.

She had no idea why everyone seemed to think that she was the answer to the innumerable problems troubling the area. She could understand sealing the rifts - the anchor was the only thing that could help with that - and she could even understand their request that she deal with the templars and the mages - the Inquisition was the only organization that had the kind of force required to clear the area of errant mages and sword-happy templars, not to mention the bandits that plagued the refugees - but she was baffled when she was requested to find a healer, to procure blankets and food - hell, she was asked to locate missing druffalos and rams! Each time, a sarcastic retort made its way to the tip of her tongue, but was immediately quelched by the glower that Cassandra directed her way. The Seeker - and the elven apostate, and Varric - all seemed to think that they needed to help everyone.

“Look, I’m happy to help, but come on now Seeker, why am I supposed to go look for missing druffalos? What do I look like, a shepherd?” Dani exclaimed

Varric chortled. “You can’t be a shepherd. With all the grace you have, you’d never be able to keep track of your flock.”

She glared at him. “Oh, ha ha. That’s so funny.”

The dwarf merely grinned. Damn that dwarf.

Still, she couldn’t just sit by and let the refugees at the Crossroads suffer as they did. After speaking with the Hunter - a strapping man with a rugged jaw and that gruff-toned voice that never failed to send shivers down her spine - she found herself in the midst of several abandoned fields, searching for rams to hunt.

It wasn’t very difficult - after all, she had a great deal of experience - and between Solas’ lightning spells and Varric’s crossbow bolts, they had gathered quite a neat pile of meat to take back.

And then they came across rogue mages attacking Inquisition scouts.

Dani immediately slipped into stealth, sneaking around to flank the mages who had covered the ground with ice runes, and caught them unawares, her daggers making a smooth, slick sound as she dragged them across the apostate’s necks. Everyone had been impressed with how fluidly she’d moved, and she’d been so caught up in the admiration that, when she spotted the large ram placidly chewing away, she decided to give them another impromptu show.

And, of course, things had gone wrong. Of. Course.

Stealth was second nature to her. Her blades were familiar weights in her hand. The ground beneath her feet was firm, and she had made mental note of the rocks that lay scattered about.

She hadn’t, however, taken into account the blood from the mages she had just killed.

The rock that she slipped on was covered in the red liquid, and immediately seeped into the cloth of her leggings as her bottom hit the ground inelegantly. Cassandra and Solas had rushed to help, with the apostate taking her sprained ankle in hand and tending to the injured muscles with a healing spell, while the Seeker proceeded to complete the hunt. While her two companions had at least tried to hide their amusement, Varric did not bother in the least, and instead whipped out his notebook to jot down her mishap.

No matter how hard she glared at him, she couldn’t get him to stop chortling.

But even Varric couldn’t argue how systematically she hunted down the nefarious templars who had outright murdered Maura’s husband. It hadn’t been an easy task tracking them down amidst the numerous other templars, but one of Dani’s strengths was her tracking. Sharp ears and keen eyes allowed her to piece together bits of information, and she found them setting up camp near Dwarfson’s pass.

The men were caught off-guard, not expecting any kind of retaliation for the acts they’d committed, and a few hours later Dani had returned Widow Maura’s ring, along with the supplies they’d looted from the templars. It wouldn’t bring the woman’s husband back, but it would help her in other ways.

Two days later, and Dani was sick and tired of the Hinterlands. She’d dealt with the apostates - and had received a nasty-looking burn for her troubles, not to mention the copious number of bruises that covered her body - and hunted for herbs of all kinds, returned an Enchanter’s phylactery after locating the body of her dead Templar lover (Dani wasn’t sure if she’d imagined the soft look in the Seeker’s eyes when Ellandra told them how she and Mattrin ended up together). There was also the missing Inquisition scout that they discovered had been… frolicking… with one of the apostates, though a few words from Varric had Ritts signing up to join Leliana.

She was tired. She ached everywhere. She wanted a hot bath, strong alcohol, and possibly that sturdy hunter from the Crossroads to warm her bed.

Those were the thoughts running through her mind as they made their way towards Winterwatch Tower. Their destination was Winterwatch Castle, the run-down, formerly abandoned fort that was now occupied by some cultists.

“Why have they locked themselves up in there, of all places?” Dani wondered aloud.

“It is my understanding that they believe the best way to placate the Maker into sealing the Breach is by worshipping the rifts,” Solas remarked.

“Seriously? They think the Maker created the rifts?”

“Apparently so.”

“Huh. Guess they’re a few slices short of a loaf, huh?”

“Can’t argue with that,” Varric agreed.

The tower they climbed was old and decrepit, and Dani was surprised it was still standing. For all its age, the stairs looked to be in rather decent condition, and the wood felt fairly sturdy beneath her feet.

Halfway through, whilst in the middle of raptly listening to yet another story about Varric and the Champion of Kirkwall, she failed to notice a particularly darkened piece of wood.

Solas’ warning was a fraction too late. Her foot went through the rotting wood, the weight of her too much for the step to handle. Dani flailed about wildly, trying to regain her balance, one leg firmly on a solid surface while the other dangled in the air.

Cassandra helped her up with a massive heave, a disgusted look on her face.

Varric would not stop laughing.

Somehow, she managed to make it to the Castle with no other incident. The rift was hidden away in the far end of the keep, and thankfully the cultists had enough sense to keep a safe distance away from it. It spewed out terror demons, which were dealt without much trouble given all the practice she’d had so far. It was more of an effort dealing with the cultists, who now seemed to think that she was the best thing since the invention of the saddle. Potions and recipes were obtained, a foolish young lord was lectured on the inappropriateness of letting a young woman travel on her own in the midst of a war, and supplies were replenished before they set off again.

They were riding towards the East Hills to deal with the bandits when her Anchor crackled, startling both her and her mount. Her horse whinnied and began to buck, and Dani was too startled by the sudden flare of the mark to calm it down - and so she was inelegantly thrown off the saddle, landing right on a pile of ram shit.

Her swearing would have caused most people to turn red, but not her current companions.

Solas used his magic to calm down the Anchor while Cassandra brought her mount under control. Varric actually helped out as well, doing his best to clean her leather riding breeches, even if he was chuckling the entire time. Being as preoccupied as they were, they were easy fodder for the bandits, who caught them off-guard.

But even the advantage of surprise did not help the bandits, who were soon cut down by the four. Dani was in the midst of looting one of the brigand’s pockets when she heard the tell-tale sound of a blade slicing through the air, followed moments later by a stinging pain on her shoulder. An angry cry from Cassandra, the whizz of one of Varric’s arrow, and the bandit was dead. Both the Seeker and Solas soundly scolded Dani, chastising her for her lack of awareness to her surroundings.

Even Dani couldn’t believe she’d miscalculated their numbers. It wasn’t something she did! She was always so cautious about it, she had no idea how she got it wrong.

She looked apprehensively at the green mark on her palm, wondering if it had tampered with her abilities. A quick discussion with Solas disproved her theory; the elven mage was adamant that the mark gave her the ability to interact with the Veil, and seeing as how she was not a mage it was highly unlikely that it would have altered her in any other way.

Thankfully, their stint in the Hinterlands was coming to an end. They’d gathered a good number of recruits for the advisors, helped boost the security of the region, and now all that was left was locating the caches scattered about by the apostates for Whittle, who wanted to use it to help the refugees. Most of them were easily located, hidden away in caves, but the last one was secured away on a high ledge. It was a narrow path that lead up the slope, so Dani volunteered to place the marker. Though the slope was somewhat steep, it wasn’t difficult to climb, and the rogue made her way up slow and steady. She reached the cache, made sure it was full, and placed the marker there for the Inquisition soldiers.

Going up had been no issue; coming down, however, was a different matter entirely. She’d later blame it on loose gravel; she stumbled, slipped, and slid down the slope, landing in an ungainly heap at the feet of her companions.

She supposed it wasn’t a good thing that they only sighed, rolled their eyes, and helped her dust herself off.

Perhaps she was getting a bit of a reputation… and not one she particularly wanted.