Kai satou WIPs

So I’m waking up sore and beating myself up. We had planned on debuting a Dalek Cat Stroller to promote #RenCon. I’ve never done a large build and this one got away from me. I lived off Caffeine this week with 2-3 hrs sleep each day while working my day job and coming home to just crafting.

And on Sunday at 12:35am after cutting a chunk out of my finger and misjudging specific cuts that ruined and wasted enough materials that in the middle of the night I had to accept defeat.

It’s my first time failing on a project and it’s been hard on me. I have a real problem saying no to projects, and have likely taken on too many in the last year… And they’ve taken their toll on me. I’m one of those people who tries to make everyone happy, but I’m finding out the hard way that it hasn’t been healthy for me. But I wanted to apologize to all of those who came out to see us and the build who I let down this weekend. We’ll finish the project. But in a Way/Schedule that doesn’t leave my body feeling like a huge lethargic bruise.

It’s a learning experience, I’m less hard on myself over the failure than I was on my body attempting to finish the build.

>:D After reading @sakurabunnie NSFW questions... I couldn’t help but doodle basking after glow <3 Vincent and Arachne

Below is the full NSFW...

“Okay, serious question though. You’re young. Smart. Pretty. What do you see in a guy like that?”

The question punctuated Limca’s joke like a stopper to a bottle of champagne. If there was anything to like about the other woman sprawled diagonally opposite herself, it was that Pepper was direct. When everyone had a manual to them, she gave you hers even if you didn’t ask.

The girl took another sip and propped herself up by the elbows. In the patio window peered a reflection of herself, the professor, the sunken living room and the orange glow of the fire place. Pepper’s diamond cuff glittered with patient curiosity. Beneath her sweater, the raised line of her bra, loosened for comfort.

“He’s an idiot.”

“I know plenty of those.”

“He’s my idiot.”

Pepper smiled. “Ah.”

Limca, by contrast, made herself difficult by virtue of her intuition. Pepper knows this kind of nuance like she knows the way her honey dislikes people she finds reasonable enough. Which is to say, a variable known but not fully understood.

“So you like the control then, no?”

“Do I seem like the type?”

“I don’t know. I can see it.”

–

Limca thought to Rasna before leaving for their sleepover, supposing that Pepper’s observation could be right if you squinted at certain angles. At the surface, they’re the prototypical May-December student-teacher romantic-comedy, complete with all the necessary neighbors and friends to make things difficult for him and a little inconvenient sometimes for her.

He’s the kind of person that gets himself into situations too big to handle, but refuses to say otherwise. A toddler, Pepper had concluded.

He needs someone to hurt him, just to wake him up. And honestly, there’s so much more you can do with your time and with those with so much more money and talent.

She crisscrosses her legs, ankles bouncing off the other as she speculates through the buzz of her drink.

She knows herself just as easy as Pepper.

Explanations were only a matter of reception from the other person. It so happens that most people won’t listen when you state what you find obvious, so it’s pointless to try.

Yes, Rasna needs the humility.

But, that was his charm to be provoked not changed.

There was no irony to the kiss she’d left him.

—

Pepper yawned. The rest of her bra came off with an outstretch of the arms. “Anyway. It’s easier to imagine this kinda love stuff with another woman, I think. The benchmarks are just me and what I have to offer compared to the other person.”

‘And who wouldn’t want that?’

She thought this part, but didn't say it.