I'm Sorry! "ORZ

Blogs are born, they live, and they die. And mine died. Don't worry, I still love sexy pretty boys in all their high-resolution glory. Though I can't tell you the last time I've watched an anime; I've fallen prey to western media. My favorite games are now Mass Effect and Dragon Age and Supernatural makes me all fuzzy inside. My love for all things otome, however, hasn't diminished. We, the fangirls, must make ourselves known. So I am reviving this sad corpse of a blog and go all zombie on this mofo. More post are to come because I miss my own snarkiness and in the past three years I've found a LOT to talk about. Look forward to hearing me praise the spread of otome in the iOS scene, why Persona 5 needs to have a female lead, and when I first started to show the signs of fangirlism when I wrote a comic staring me and my boyfriend Ash Ketchum. Look forward to it! I promise not to take two years with the next post. And because a blog post without any pretty pictures is boring, I'll leave you with two random yaoi boys drawn by the talented AikaXx on deviantart.

http://aikaxx.deviantart.com/art/please-dont-touch-me-190409463

Internal Conflict ~meganes~

http://arielucia.deviantart.com/

Meganes, or glasses characters, seem to be wildly popular. I can see the appeal. The guys are usually pretentious bookworms or have a sort of senior appeal to them. Meganes come in a wide variety; some cross into shota territory and others have a certain asshole quality that is mysteriously appealing. I can definitely appreciate meganes, certainly. See, I find this picture cute (I prefer the guy on the left). However, I feel a little left out. When I play an otome game, the glasses character is normally the last guy I go for. The only exception is if the megane is also A) a tsundere or B) the bishonen with long hair. Nine times out of ten meganes seem either too pompous or too nerdy. Instead of just letting sleeping dogs lie I'm issuing a challenge. I'm asking you to find pictures of meganes that may change my mind. Better yet, characters with glasses. Comment with a link or suggestion and I'll see if meganes will receive the Sarah seal of approval!

Harvest Moon is sometimes too realistic :(

Sexy fanart of Vaughn by http://supermellowoman.deviantart.com/

Everyone knows a first impression can make or break a relationship. This is true of not only people but everything we encounter in life. My first forte in otome games was Harvest Moon. I bought Harvest Moon: Another Wonderful Life when I was in fifth grade. I believe my first crush on a non-living being was Cliff (More Friends of Mineral Town). Harvest Moon and I have shared a complex relationship ever since. I must admit, I kinda suck at video games. For people like me, there are walkthroughs. If you’ve ever played a Harvest Moon game you know the name Freyashawk. She is an angel sent from heaven (or the just the Harvest Goddess) for us less adept players. My current DS affliction is Harvest Moon: Sunshine Islands. I am currently in year four and married to Vaughnie-poo. He kicks all the other HM bachelors’ asses, sorry Cliff. He’s a silver haired tsundere. Oh yeah, and he wears a cowboy hat. Before I gush too much I need to warn you. Vaughn and I... we’ve been having some marital problems recently. Despite talking to him daily and his heart being full red, I’ve been feeling like there was something missing. Exhibit A: Vaughn’s birthday. According to Freya’s guide, I should enter my farmhouse after six p.m to trigger an event with my hubby. I enter, nothing happens. Thinking I screwed up earlier by giving Vaughn a birthday gift, I restart from the beginning of that day. By the way, Vaughn’s birthday was on the first day of Spring when Chen’s shop was open. That means I resowed all of my seeds all for an event where, I’m sure, Vaughn might have two lines of text. This isn’t called “commitment”, it’s called “stupidity”. By the way, I never got an event with Vaughn. I pouted for a while but soon forgot. Then came Spring Harmony Day. I did my business and entered my house around 6:30 pm. Shockingly, Vaughn didn’t acknowledge the occasion. I even checked the fridge to see if some cookies mysteriously showed up. No dice. I finally gave up and went to my bed. And, lo and behold, I got some text from Vaughn. When I woke up, I immediately checked my rucksack. Cookies. Vaughn has redeemed himself and we won’t have to attend marriage counseling with Dr. Trent.