morally questionable old man who is a mortal wound in the making, i’m going to kiss your severely receding hairline

I NEED IDEAS. THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE.

i literally tried it and suddenly i cant draw what is WRONG with me WHY WONT MY HANDS LET ME BE HAPPY

now if i could just. draw magpie with him. my hand suddenly isn't working, i c-

not sure what yet. mayhaps rokhu in heat. sometimes it’s nice to be mindlessly horny and not think about the horrors

then when it’s over, they pretend like NOTHING happened. the first time they run out of meds, no one at the ironworks can look them in the eye for a week to tell them their room wasn’t properly soundproofed like they thought

and it hits them especially hard too because they do regularly take suppressants! it’s excruciatingly painful, hence why they take them (plus, heats just get in the way of work!)

and i mean just absolutely useless about it. stuck in their room mewling into a pillow and begging someone, anyone, everyone to knock them up

they go from strict, cold professional to blithering idiot for an entire week who sobs because they can’t get any

sorry to everyone following this account just for my art. you have to listen to me talking about needing to slobber on cock too

maybe i take a break and d-