“Another Halloween, another weird Lovecraftian horror cult encounter that somehow turns into a weird sex thing!” Blake Brie exclaimed. Then, she yawned. “Well, I’m pooped. Wake me next Halloween.”

“You can’t sleep for a whole year,” chided Barry, her husband and partner in ghost hunting.

“Watch me.” Blake yawned again. “Because I’m very cute when I’m sleeping. I have it on good authority.”

“I told you that.”

“And you’re the authority on how precious I am. Now,” she yawned. “To sleep until the stars are right and my season comes again.”

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Kind of an off-season pic for Blake. I usually only get stuff for her around Halloween. And I DID get this picture around Halloween but I had already posted other stuff for her and this wasn’t spooky themed. I thought I’d post it in November as a joke that now that Halloween was done, Blake was done for the year. But I didn’t get around to posting it in November or December so now we’re in January, where Blake is definitely taking it easy because she has most of the year off.

There we go. Joke achieved.

She slumbers now. Until it is time again for a hero to arise and have spooky sexy things happen to her.

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Blake Brie owned by me
Art by  Pocketmew