Aug 13, 2010 03:34
I say to myself, Self, you ought to write the Lay of Laemira, and sing her praises, and let everyone know just what kind of ridonkulous playthrough you had hint: you suspect very few people go the route you did ever, let alone on their first try. It's more a completionist route than anything else.
And then I move from my PC to my laptop and in my head Morrigan espies a drunken Alistair, and then Quark is sleeping, and an hour hour and half later I have two three pages written, and help.
oh wait I think it finished itself, oh good.
...Jak I completely blame you for my love of this trope. IT IS CERTAINLY JAK'S FAULT, AND NOT MY INNATE LOVE OF KIDFIC.
dragon age,
writing: on current projects,
fanfic,
i like my men snarky and blonde