Why doesn’t it surprise me that you cant even control yourself when someone else is in control? Come on, Vinny. Stop running away from your fears.
Hiding behind an animalistic facade isn’t going to change the nature of your failure. Or maybe… the facade is that of the man, leading on your hapless victim into thinking you’ve even a shred of decency. Even a single iota of sympathy. Un-pitiable bastard. You could have killed me and felt nothing. Funny how the roles have reversed, isn’t it?
UHHHHHhhh. PIC UNRELATED? ;;;;;
Only sorta related cause that’s what I was thinking while doodling this. I tend to entertain my characters’ thoughts while doing sketches more than I actually pay attention to what I’m drawing.
I feel slightly flustered right now eventhough I dont really give fucks about this picture. Just cause lol havent drawn sex in a while.