Black cats are lucky. (via leahweissmuller)

MAN [IN THICK ACCENT]: Black cat bring good luck.  Not bad luck.  I have black cat - See, him face - And I am not dead today: Good luck!

“See him face”

I sure fucking do see him face

Him face

Reblog him face for good luck in 2021

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Reblogging him face again for good luck in 2025.

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They should not have tried to make Solas shady by writing about his rebellion against the Evanuris - that's actually the best part of his background.

The core dilemma should have been on how the ancient world before the Veil is gone, and how the new one is a real world with actual people that you'll have to genocide to go back to your magic empire dystopia.

You know.

The Solas vs Varic arguments in Inquisition.

Ok but that still misses the entire point of taking down the Veil. Which is the core issue of the game. No two people apparently have the same information about who Solas is as a person, what his goals are, and what motivates him.

It’s why discussions about him so often devolve into abject bullying and hostility. Because literally no one is on the same page, and that’s as much a feature of his design as it is a massive inconsistency issue.

Depending on who you speak to, it can feel like people are playing vastly different games from one another, and that’s because they essentially are. Solas is unique as an NPC for a few reasons, but primarily because everything from his history to his motives changes based on who’s speaking to or about him. Moreover, his personality itself changes based on how your Inquositor has treated him and others.

Then, making matters even worse, you have the fact that the character essentially went through constant rewrites that would completely change major aspects of him, his story, and his motives. Add to that the amount of insane leaps of logic that have been made by bad faith interpreters which would then be mistaken for canon, because people who don’t like Solas don’t spend enough time with him in game to realize they have false information.

The two that drive me the most insane though are the following:

1–Solas wants to revive the Elven Empire

No. Emphatically no. He has never once said he wanted this, said anything to imply he wanted this, and actively hates the idea of romanticizing Elvhenan.

2-Solas is planning genocide

Also no. It’s genuinely upsetting to see how many people throw around the word genocide to shutdown the conversation with moral grandstanding…all to justify their hatred of a fictional character.

Stop doing it. It’s not just a gross misuse of the word, it’s obscenely disrespectful considering there are actual genocides happening in the world.

Genocide is the deliberate and coordinated effort by a regime to enact mass murder against a certain group or population, usually an oppressed out group, with the intention of wiping them out entirely.

Solas is not doing any of that. He is not planning mass murder, he is planning to take action against an existential threat and anticipates heavy casualties as a consequence. He considers this a price acceptable in order to avoid far worse outcome for everyone. As far as he’s concerned, he was trying to prevent the end of the world by taking pre-emptive action against an inevitable ecological disaster. The Veil is not permanent, it was coming down already, and letting it fall naturally would be far worse for everyone than a controlled takedown where he can mitigate the damage.

As for those casualties, he considers them acceptable but only because total extinction is the alternative. Just like when the Veil went up originally, it’s a matter of choosing between bad and worse. He trying to choose the bad to prevent the worse. And it’s already been made clear, over and over, that The Veil falling won’t just automatically kill everyone.

If Solas, who canonically does not lie, is to be believed—and I tend to beleive the experts—then the casualty count was estimated to be in the thousands, which is pretty bad but not nearly as bad as the millions Rook killed. Rook also left Thedas in a poisoned, dying, and borderline inhospitable state, which doesn’t seem like much of a win when Solas’ plan was badicslly to purify and restore the natural world. You know Project Zero Dawn from Horizon: Zero Down? His plan was basically that, but with fewer casualties up front.

Even without the ticking clock element, it’s been made abundantly cheat that the Veil does more harm to the world than good. Demons primarily exist in Thedas because Spirits get unwittingly pulled through the Veil, a heavily traumatic experience, and they are left broken and warped. The Veil is also responsible for the phenomena of Tranquility.

Im not sure how Weekes and Epler think Trabquility works, but Tranquility is when a person is cut off from the Fade. If the Titans are Tranquil, then it means they were connected to the Fade. So taking the Veil dorm would theoretically reconnect them to their dreams and possibly even end the Blight permanently.

The Veil also makes it harder for Mages to control their magic, which is why magic in Thedas is so temperamental and dangerous, and therefore why mages are hated and oppressed.

I think I’ve made my point by now. Varric and Rook were never going to be able to talk Solas down, because neither of them actually understood what he was doing or why, nor did they make the effort to find out. You can’t win an argument if you don’t know what it is you’re trying to argue against, and you cannot solve a problem you do not understand.

(commissioned art by the amazing @morebird)

I once swore I wouldn't write longfic for DATV, but soon after I finished my first playthrough Johanna Hezenkoss began to haunt me.

Johanna is a fantastic, funny, iconic character, and yet also such a flatly, inexplicably Looney Tunes villain. She was once close friends with Emmrich, and yet she's mean as hell and morally bankrupt - how? She wants to conquer the world and dominate Nevarra, but - why?

And how would she have taught Rook differently, if Rook had been her apprentice?

The result : Passage Through the Lichgate , which as of last night's posting is complete 💙 A story about Emmrich, and Rook, and Johanna, and all the messy, tragic, hopeful ways in which their lives intertwine.

tbh I always feel weird advertising my longfics (or anything, really, what's up with being perceived ??), but I'm proud of myself for writing this one, and I'm so proud of the story it became.

Passage Through the Lichgate on AO3 (more info below the cut!)

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

Then bring me luck

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

Oh Potato of Luck, I beseech you to bless us with all the goodness.

come on, Potato of Luck!

Come on, Potato of Luck please!

I know a bunch of people are into this as a kink thing, but as a person who is really into survivalism, this is so cool.

Strap them on like backpack

writers take note if you have a scene where a character needs to move someone

Couple Solas disguise headcanons in the Dragon Age:

ok realizing that people who are newer to dragon age might not be familiar with what low-approval solas is like if they havent done a low-approval playthrough or been around long enough to see snippets so as a treat i have collected my favorite low-approval solas lines so that everyone may see the light:

and saving the best for last:

and honorable mention to one of my other favorite lines of his which is not exclusive to low-approval inquisitors and is so fucking mean but will literally be said to any inquisitor including one that he is actively in love with if they sided with the qun for bull's personal quest:

OUUOGUUOGOGHGHOOGUGOUOUGOGUOGUGOUHGUOHOGUH

you can read all his convos at beloved @daitranscripts <3 one of the best tools ever muah muah i love u daitranscripts

Felassan was not always the slow arrow. 

Wisp, Courage had named him first, wondering at the way he reached for their sharp edges, trying to touch and taste the world. And then later, when he was older and would no longer listen, willful, and little stubborn one, until Mamae would laugh, pulling Courage's hand in her own. A child will become many different people, she’d say, pressing their hands to the swell of her belly. We come to know them through their growing.

His first sister, da’adahl, did not survive to take a breath. They buried her little body beneath the silver birch that somehow managed to take root here, in the worlds in-between, finding purchase among the crumbling islands and all that sky. He does not remember their old home. It had been swallowed by the war, and the rampaging earth, but still he dreams of it — dreams of his little sister grown tall, with dark hair unbound, dancing in the tall grass.

Da’lath’in, his Mamae would call him when he woke, smoothing away the tears on his cheeks. It is a strength, ma’lath.

When one day, miraculously, the war was won, they returned to the world at last. Shiv’in, they were called; the wanderers, drawn from the in-between back into life, and indeed, the first time he'd seen the sky with his own eyes, he’d cried.

(But what a sky it was — how bright, how changing — the splashed colours of the dawn, the sudden, purpling of a storm. The fire of a sunset — and he understood then, he thought, why their people had once thought to worship the sun, lest it swallowed them whole.)

In this new, quieted world, the boy who'd grown up wandering grew strong. He had a talent for magic, for walking the fade — he could slip through dreams like a passing thought; step so lightly you could barely feel the ripples. I've'an'virelan, they called him. Dreamer, fade walker, and then later, long after he entered Mythal's service, Athras: the half-shadow. The thief.

And if this new world felt strange to him, with its static distances, and all its people, he learned to hide it. He learned to adopt their speech, their tones, until he might be indistinguishable from the rest. Layer self upon self.

(Be brave, Courage would say; be wary)

They call Mythal's pride wolf.

I never thought I'd be attracted to a bald man but here we are

(I only liked his face in veilguard btw, sue me)

onew, winner (2025)

ONEW Winner (2025)