My new fursona is a little kobold alchemist wearing only glasses, a scarf and a comically oversized hat, who lives in a warm cottage lit by little magical crystals at the edge of a huge forest, where she bakes pies, drinks tea and also never has to talk to customers on the fucking phone.
This was originally gonna be a joke contrasting all sorts of comforting cuddly fantasy with lurid sexual acts, but i’m too tired and pissed off today to make it a joke.