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[spotted-owl-sketches]

Wooo it's the end of the year already, damn! Luckily I seemed to do at least one piece a month (minus November because I caught covid on my bday (Ｔ▽Ｔ) )

What's really cool is my bro @garrus and I collab'd on three of these pieces, and they all lined up! April, August, and December he did the line work and I colored it in

I'm also excited at how much traditional art I did this year, that feels pretty good. I made a lot of cool props too like a space helmet for my bro on halloween (๑>ᴗ<๑)

So ya maybe not all my favourite pieces ever, but I feel like I had a good year. Here's to 2024!

[cysmicsventing]

March 3rd-9th, 2025.

Dear Diary, FUCKKK, I've been INCONSISTENTLY updating this!! Forgive me, but I haven't been feeling motivated to continue this. This is solely for myself, but also for anyone to look at if they happen to be curious. I will try to update my blog daily from here on out, as I promised myself that I would. Dread must be released from my soul that may already be filled to the brim. Do you ever forget what occured during days that were only few ago? Sometimes, I feel a bit silly for forgetting events that were so soon ago. I remember much, but I feel as if I should remember more. So odd and peculiar, huh? I will try to fill out as much as I can. My days aren't exactly as eventful, anyhow. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but I currently have a book report that I need to finish by the 19th of March. I decided to read "Dracula" for my book report (Definitely not over biased reasons!! *wink wink*). It's a pretty meaty book, and it has 27 entire chapters. I honestly think that I can finish just in time if I read, but the book has been getting boring. SPOILERS for anyone who happens to be interested in reading the series coincidentally, but the chapters with Mina's diary entries have been boring me. I was more interested in the conflict with Jonathan and Dracula, and... not this. I will continue trying to enjoy the book, despite that. I was never much of a reader, school ruined literature for me entirely. I enjoy writing literature, too!! I was actually enjoying Dracula, so I believe that I'll be able to enjoy this story of the totally not sexy vampire man. I had a test on Tuesday, and... 75C. It could have been worse, and it actually didn't drag my grade down that much. I maintained my 84B, so that's all that's keeping me sane. It was dissapointing, thinking about how my confidence was with the test. I should've NAILED that test, like- fucking hellll. Again, it could have been worse. I'm just glad i studied so it WASN'T worse. Always remember to study, kids! Or insecurity and failure shall consume you. My new mattress and bed frame came in on Friday and Saturday, and Saturday was CRUEL LABOR!!! Seven hours of pure dedication to prep the bed, and five were spent on building the frame. It was fun to problem solve and such, but my hands still hurt right now. I am proud of myself, but FUCK. It is pretty comfy and cozy looking, so it was worth it. :3 Apart from that, not really much else happened... There was meant to be some "scheduling fair" for us to choose our courses for next year, but the damned bitches DELAYED IT!! Understandably, since a storm came in the day before... which therefore made prepping the fair impossible, or at least REALLY inconveniencing. It still makes me rather pissed, I was looking forward to it. It is happening tomorrow, so maybe I should stop being so whiny. That concludes everything, for now. Again, I apologize for not keeping up with this. I WILL make sure I do keep up with this for now on. Until then, I wish you all the loveliest of days.

[deliciousscaloppine]

From the subverted tropes prompt list by @megalodont, nieyao for @irleughlivelyatalanteangodfan - this bit is also the latest chapter from QINGHE HAREM STORIES

21. Finding their diary where they’ve written about you.

Huaisang didn't know a person could suffer this much. His muscles ached, his joints creaked, the sweat poured down his face in rivulets. He had been pushed at the limit of human endurance and then some.

"When is this torment going to end?!" he shouted at the heavens.

"Young master, you are just standing there." his personal trainer said.

"Under the sun!" said Huaisang. "I am going to die of heat exhaustion."

"It's November. It's quite cold actually."

Twenty minutes into gruelling evasion and avoidance, his personal trainer had finally given up and released him - and they called this woman a professional! 

The physical exercise of nagging however, had riled him up for action. It was in moments like these when a boy should prove himself a man. If he needed new clothes, he would have to just go out and get them. And if Dage refused to pay, he should be forced to.

Huaisang would prove himself a man true in the political arena of Unclean Realm. His brother would learn to respect him as a force to be reckoned with. And even if Huaisang had to use underhanded means to achieve what he knew was the best course of action, then so be it. Men strong-arm their way into greatness. 

Extortion and blackmail would be his saber. And he would use it to cut down Nie Mingjue's responsible fiscal management.

For this reason, he would have to gain access to an item of intimate value. His Dage's journal! If some illicit dalliance took place between his brother and Meng Yao, that would be quite the scandal. Dage would have no choice but to pay to silence him.  

Huaisang crept into his brother's abandoned bedroom and rummaged through a dresser, until he found the soft leather bound diary. He opened the page to the most recent entry and read:

08:00 Woke up and brushed my teeth. Had a very light breakfast with a calming tea. Meng Yao offered me a cold compress and I accepted it gladly. Note to self: Get Meng Yao a cozy square pillow. Giving me cold compresses on his knees, must be uncomfortable for such a dainty young man.

09:00 Supervised training in the courtyard after being informed of daily matters of import at court. Note to self: New disciples look pretty uncoordinated, perhaps we should start them off with lighter sabers. Returned to my rooms for my seal, Meng Yao was there. I offered him a cold compress of my own. He works so hard for the betterment of the Qinghe Nie, he more than deserves it.

10:00 Sect Leader Yao wants to see me for something. Is this how criminals on death row feel like? If so, must revise those petitions for the abolition of the death penalty.

11:00 Finished the meeting with Sect Leader Yao. I was so frustrated, I thought I would burst. Thankfully Meng Yao was there to offer me a cold compress. I could not not reciprocate. I love it when it's just me and him, giving each other cold compresses as if there is no one else in the world but us. It makes me happy.

Huaisang blew air through his nose exasperated. There was not one incriminating thing here, just the particulars of his brother's day and Meng Yao giving him cold compresses. Huaisang continued to read.

11:08 Huaisang, I've just been informed by a third party that you might be reading my journal to keep yourself updated on my moods. You are not getting any more money for clothes and that's it. Now stop reading my journal and go schedule some saber practice for early tomorrow morning. I am spending enough money already getting you a personal trainer. Do me the courtesy of actually sitting through her lessons.

Huaisang closed the journal as if he had been caught red-handed.

“Dage is getting really smart. That can't be a coincidence.” He said to himself.

He returned Dage's journal to where he found it and moved to the other side of the courtyard carefully so as not to pass in front of the entrance of Blade's Hall, where his brother and Meng Yao were having a light lunch and then some more cold compresses according to the journal. His brother's joints must have been in a really bad state from all that saber practice.

Huaisang entered Meng Yao's room from the window. It smelled faintly of pine needles and freshly-chopped wood, which was his brother's favorite scented candle.

Walking on the tips of his toes he approached Meng Yao's bed, and searched underneath the pillow for the other little book of import. He removed the strand of hair that Meng Yao used to see if anyone was going through his things while he was gone, and began reading last night's entry:

Dear diary,

We are expecting some important guests from Lotus Pier shortly. For this reason I asked he who must not be named to have some of the new disciples move the sword stands to make room for the reception. If you can believe the nerve, he told me it was not my job to arrange the force, and that if I wanted to move the sword stands then I should do it myself, because my job was to clean the house.

I managed not to say anything, but I had some very violent visions. I liked in particular the one where I was bathing naked in his spilled blood. I looked really sexy. Of course these are only impotent fantasies and not indicators of any real desire to harm the man. My true nature unfortunately is passive and demure as befitting of the station and prospects of a humble servant. Once more I must bow my head to these insults, smile kindly and plot bloody revenge...in my mind and mind only.

Huaisang, if you are reading this, I know your brother wants you to practice with the saber. Don't bother looking for it in your room. I've left it to the cleaner's. It was not dirty, but it had developed rust due to not being used. You are welcome.

P.S: Please stop pestering your brother about new clothes. Come see me after saber practice for that. I know a guy.