A Word of Caution

Welcome to the realm of the Unseelie Court. Feel free to wander and browse, but know that the content you will find here is not for the faint of heart. The visions portrayed are often darkly erotic, even disturbing, and should be traversed only by those with the appropriate character and mental age.

You have been warned.

Blattella Lophiidae

Classic Marjorie… I start with a simple idea and end up with three drawings and a 7500 word story. I have to admit, this one hit my squick-limit a few times, though by the end I was used to it. I don’t always get this grim (do I? Maybe I do…) but Lara Croft has a tendency to put herself in some pretty damn grim situations, so it just. sorta. happens. I guess that’s what the reset button is for.

What really hit the gross-out limit for me was the fact that I was dealing with a few *actual* cockroaches (big ones!) while writing this. In fact, I started writing BEFORE I saw the first roach and it freaked the hell out of me. No, I don’t have an infestation or a disgusting home. I’m a slob, but a healthy slob, if that makes any sense. I took biology courses in college. I KNOW what happens to food that you leave out. No thanks. My kitchen is the cleanest room in my house. Seriously.

Anyway, Poor Lara is once again put through the ringer. What can I say? She’s my sexual punching bag. My go-to girl for the slick and slimy. My tentacular test-dummy. Of note: I pulled “Lara” characteristics from more than one version of Miss Croft, so please don’t write me and complain that she’s using the wrong pistols or that her hair should be unbraided with that shirt style. This is *my* version of Lara. You can go draw your own. Kinda gives new meaning to the term “copyright violation,” doesn’t it.