#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]

If my OCs ever met me, they’d yell at me for giving them such traumatic backgrounds.

[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!

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[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]

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.

[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.

[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.

[tragcdysewn]

adding this here as well as discord (with a few more charas oops) but here’s a starter call! there will be another one soon with more of my muses, i’m just doing them in small chunks to kind of ease myself back into writing post holidays 

lumine (link, alastor moody)

mal fae (evie grimhilde, eddie kaspbrek)

clary fray (dani dennison, isabelle lightwood, magnus bane)

cassie lang (teddy altman, jean grey, thor odinson)

lyanna stark (yennefer of vengerberg, daenerys targaryen, diana trevelyan, rhaegar targaryen)

michelle jones (ororo munroe)

marinette dupain-cheng (jin ling, kurt hummel)

mya stone (sandor clegane, effy stonem)

allana solo (eleven, anakin solo, winter celchu, ben solo)

davina claire (emma winchester)