this is what happens when I beat Dragon Age

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.

the lay of Laemira, and adventures in baking

I have a peach cobbler in the oven! We shall...see how this goes. The batter for the topping was kind of thin and I have no idea if it was supposed to be. WE SHALL SEE HOW THIS GOES.

so this is not my best work, maybe, but here it is anyway: a brief and somewhat poetical description of my DA playthrough. Commentary on actual game stuff and potential picspam to come later. I shall say, though, that I am 100% at peace with my decisions, and that actually, I really loved the outcome.

eta: COBBLER IS OUT OF THE OVEN, AND COBBLER-Y LOOKING-AND-SMELLING. still too hot to taste. sudden important thought: do we have vanilla ice cream?

( sing to me, o muse )