been listening to tma and so naturally my dearest darling friends have had to put up with my ceaseless infatuation with the literal personification of insanity (yeah yeah, v fell for an eldritch horror again, fork found in kitchen, i know).
anyway have a very rough self-indulgent sketch of michael (very not set on any design for him yet apart from “fuckass grin usually only found on cats”) because i finished mag 101 at work today and boy-oh-fucking-boy do i have some choice words for gertrude robinson.