The writing dragged ass a few times, the comedy was spot-on and I laughed out loud more times than I can count, the art is really good, the VA was good too.
For all the hoo-ha about the variety of dads, often when the writing got funny/snarky, all individuality in the voices vanished.
Amanda’s characterization sometimes zigzagged as well, and I’m not sure she always read as an 18 year old but [shrugs!] I Adore My Cartoon Daughter And I Would Kill For Her
It’s really good that there’s trans visibility/positivity in this game! And that you can canonically have a male spouse / adopt Amanda! That was a nice touch to add to the customization of your MC.
I’m glad you get to kiss Craig a few times in his romance, but it’d be nice if his romance were more… romantic? Erotic? Sensual? As a romance writer I kept feeling like there were a lot of moments to really sell the romance and they kept missing all those cues!!!! It was so frustrating, and made me feel like someone not attracted to men wrote this route. They didn’t “no-homo” it…. but still, that’s a low bar. Maybe the other routes are more romantic? It felt more like a dad simulator than a dad-dating simulator? Maybe that was the point?
I hope MLM of all stripes enjoy the game, and I’m eager to see some reviews by them because they undoubtedly have a different perspective than me.
But please don’t leave someone wondering what they have done wrong.” he said. “Don’t just walk away and make them feel that they will never be enough. As if they were just some pieces of paper fallen out of your notebook. As if they were just a flower you took out of your vase.” he looked at her. With sadness in his eyes—with pain showing in the way he speaks. Then he continued, “Please. If you can avoid it, just please don’t hurt people that way.
It’s getting harder and harder to connect with witches who are also writers. It is so, so important for us all to band together and form a helpful community where we can all celebrate each others’ works and give advice.
Doesn’t matter if you’ve been published on Witches & Pagans, posted fanfiction online, or have written in a journal you only keep to yourself. If you’re a witch who writes, I want to hear from you.
Use #witchywriters to connect to each other on Tumblr and Instagram.
This hashtag is hardly ever used, so we might as well take advantage of that. And of course, reblog this to boost the word.
I want to connect! Make more friends! Read more work! Change the world one witchy writer at a time!!
We were young
and in love,
and very angry.
And headstrong. And we fought a lot.
And it was passionate.
And we forgave each other endlessly.
And it felt holy.
I never wanted you when you
spoke to me with a resentful
mouth. But there’s a life in your
eyes I am living for.
And I make you so angry,
you will leave me. And sometimes
I hope you do.
And I live for you, with a pain in my bones.
Like bad milk. I ache for you.
I romanticise your realism, but
there’s nothing romantic
the way you would like to
spend less time with me.
Bu we ate chocolate in bed,
and we kissed a lot,
and you asked me to
And you say sorry
and I cry.
And you will love me,
till I make you angry again.
When you need to rest, rest. There are no ifs and no buts about needing time out, you are only capable of so much. Do not ever let a grade, a job, a person or somebody else’s ideal stop you from taking the time you need and deserve. When it is time to work, you will work but when it is time to step back, do not even hesitate.
He tightened his grip around Draco, hugging him closer, closer, closer, breathing soft words of encouragement in his ear. “Please, baby,” Harry whispered, his heart hammering in his chest because why wasn’t Draco breathing? “Talk to me.”
Draco jerked in his arms, as if slapped, and he choked back a sob, “I - I can’t -”
“I’m sorry -” Harry immediately said, kissing the top of Draco’s head. “You don’t need to do anything, baby, I’m sorry.”
He stayed silent, burying himself deep against Harry’s chest. Draco kept jerking in Harry’s arms, as if in war with himself, not sure if he wanted to bolt or get closer, closer, closer.
Why was Draco crying?
“Did I do something wrong?” Harry tried tentatively after a while, rocking them from side to side.
(What? It seemed to calm toddlers down - there was no reason why it wouldn’t do the trick for Draco.)
“No,” Draco whispered into his chest, heaving. “I - it’s my fault - I -”
Draco nodded. “I - I’m - you’re gay and I’m… I’m not a real boy -”
So that was the problem. “Draco,” Harry started carefully, “you are. Just because you don’t have a cock -”
Draco giggled - hiccoughed a dry sob. “Vulgar.”
“Shut up,” Harry smiled. “I mean it, though. You’re a boy.”
“I’m not -”
“You are.” Harry said firmly, his grip on Draco so tight it might bruise. “I’m gay, you’re a boy -”
“- and I am incredibly in love with you.”
“Oh,” Draco said, his breath hot on Harry’s neck. He was silent for a while, almost scarily still, until he slowly tilted his head to look up at Harry. His eyes were red, his cheeks wet with tears, and he had never looked more beautiful. “Oh,” he repeated, a smile breaking through. “I love you too.”
Harry kissed his nose.
Partly because he knew it would make Draco giggle again.
Partly just because he could.
But mostly because, though still crying, Draco was breathing again.
Writing is hard work. A clear sentence is no accident. Very few sentences come out right the first time, or even the third time. Remember this in moments of despair. If you find that writing is hard, it’s because it is hard. It’s one of the hardest things that people do.