Get the hose
I’ve been colouring this whenever I can in what little free time I’ve had over the past week to put on my demo reel so that I don’t have nothing but 3D crap on it, so I’m rotoscoping RGB on top of Buster Keaton because I’ve lost all control of my life. Also I have no idea how to sync them up so I don’t care.
RGB and “The Property of Hate” belong to Modmad, animation done by me and here’s hoping I didn’t make complete rubbish and that maybe I can get around to actually adding RGB’s face on the screen sometime later.
So Here I’m just going to put out my headcannon for this character. Mod grew up in The late 19th century, her father was a clocksmith. and when he passed on, she took over the business. She fell in love with a handsome wealthy gentleman…
Not so fast!
Due to the nature of the flow of space time Mad Mod would not actually be able to go back in time and change anything. Things would happen just as they were because her time always remains the same. Meaning if she goes back in time she can’t exist twice so she phases from the seeing eye. Like a Ghost.
So let’s keep the premise, much like the novel “The Time Machine” she invents a time machine and keeps going back, keeps going back and then goes positively desperate to replace her husband. The only way that she can move back and forth in time is to jump to the future, and then back to the past where she isn’t. So even though the time period is constantly changing for her, the two things that remain unchanging are her and her manbot. Much like the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland, Mad Mod has no concept of time and yet she doesn’t seem to have enough of it, and yet she remains impatient to fix her manbot. She craves instant gratification because she can simply warp through a time where she can have her answer, yet the answer isn’t there perhaps because she was needed for it to be there.
If only she knew about Astro Boy. Poor Mod.
alicyn really hits the nail on the head here.
can I just
interject at this point
with a small observation
WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS HAPPENING PEOPLE ARE WRITING SAD FIC PASTS ABOUT ME AS A VILLAIN IN A NONE-EXISTENT CARTOON AND HAVING APPARENTLY SINCERE DEBATES OVER HOW I WOULD TRAVERSE TIME
DOES NONE OF THIS STRIKE ANYBODY ELSE AS ABSURDLY HILARIOUS?
ESPECIALLY SINCE I’VE NEVER HAD A RELATIONSHIP IN MY ENTIRE LIFE BECAUSE WHILST I AM A HOPELESS ROMANTIC IT’S ALWAYS IN REGARDS TO OTHER PEOPLE AND I’M PRETTY MUCH ON THE LEVEL OF AN AMOEBA WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE THAT IS ANYTHING OTHER THAN PLATONIC???
… I’m just
throwing that out there.
Work colleague: Hey, Sarah?
Work colleague: ‘you working on another pegasus section?
Me: Yes… ?
Work colleague: I thought so.
Work colleague: Well you always look dead serious when you’re working on them.
Me: I do?
Work colleague: Yeah, but I guess horses are pretty hard to draw, so (laughs).
Me: (laughs) Yes, yes I suppose that must be it.