I'm an enabler. I get my kicks out of fleshing out an already established world. My mind is such a churning chaos of creativity that every attempt made and spinning something from whole cloth tends to fray and the threads snap.
And the spinning wheel locks up. Then the loom collapses in on itself.
Give me an idea. Your character. Your character's perception of mine. Your headcanon on how you think Magic A works. The fact Eorzea is such a huge, rich world is such a bounty for me that I can't even begin to explain it. There's joy to be found in pulling weeds in the farm in Upper La Noscea. Fun to be had in plastering up posters for the next big fight in the Coliseum. Slaving away in front of a forge? Yes, please!
My confession is that I want to bask in the possibilities afforded to me.
And the spinning wheel locks up. Then the loom collapses in on itself.
Give me an idea. Your character. Your character's perception of mine. Your headcanon on how you think Magic A works. The fact Eorzea is such a huge, rich world is such a bounty for me that I can't even begin to explain it. There's joy to be found in pulling weeds in the farm in Upper La Noscea. Fun to be had in plastering up posters for the next big fight in the Coliseum. Slaving away in front of a forge? Yes, please!
My confession is that I want to bask in the possibilities afforded to me.
