#g'damn

I was sitting here nattering on about my fic with my wife and turning over the idea of Zara trying to cultivate an Envy demon in Illario. (My wife has strong feelings that she swears are not urgent enough to call hate toward Illario) and she just lays this out like a casual thing.

Wife: "It would help if Illario had a strong enough personality to attract anything. Other then y'know, Zara, who's like the wheat cracker of blood mages."

Shots fired, my dudes. Shots fired at Illario. Shots fired at Zara. Shots fired at me, I think? Like such casual carnage. Slaughter with a shrug and a straight face. She's the librarian that you couldn't get a date with in college, but g'damn you'd bare your throat for those nails.

This one goes out to all the animatics I start but never finish orz

Just woke up, had to pee, so I wandered to my bathroom and all that.

Now.

For some reason that we have never figured out, spiders migrate to my bathroom, which is in the middle of the house, has no windows, is like hard to get to from the outside, but whatever.

So I’ve been working on my arachnophobia, trying not to look in every corner for those spindly demons.

Well, as I get up to flush, I see a movement, and there’s a goddamn spider swimming in my toilet bowl.