Temper, Temper. Silence in court!
I CAN’T GET THE SONG OUT OF MY HEAD AND I KEEP RE-READING TPOH. so this happened
BOTH OF THESE THINGS MAKE ME EXCESSIVELY HAPPY
it’s also appropriate because-
-there are actually lots of them but this is one of them.
(via miraclemango)
Art trade with the magical Ebba! Lines by her, colour by me. Ma is her character and RGB is mine!
This was so much fun to do aaaa thanks bro! :D
RGB loves puns, but only if he’s the one making them.
I have… no idea. I never started TPoH with the intention of profiting from it. Maybe some day, but I would also have to discuss the matter with Nate because I don’t want to profit from Madras because she’s his baby :C It would be kind of neat to have a few copies to throw at potential job places though, so who knows?
Well well, someone has sharp eyes.
It was indeed. You’ll see a lot of references to different films and stories throughout TPoH (the yellow road motif has already been flogged to death for you ahaha). Of course, it’s more the selection of lines that I was having fun with.
Half Indian half English. Her mother was from Kolkata and her father was from Wilmslow. They met when Hero’s mother moved to Manchester to fill out a position in a local newspaper firm.
RGB is basically an evasive bugger and bad at admitting things, so it’s mostly that he just doesn’t want to, although a lot of the time he does that is because it would be ‘tactically inadvisable’ to tell the truth from his standpoint.
Hee, I was hoping that might confuse people. In actuality the change is simpler than you might think, and will be explained eventually.
As regards the grayscale comment, however, it’s true that he is very different in that state.
Very.
“….Madras.”
”..Mm…?”
”..I’m…very tired. Madras, I am very tired..”
“Then why aren’t you asleep?”
“…My shoulders ache.”
“…Well that’s just the weight of the world, I’m sure it’ll be better tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“…Tomorrow…Tomorrow…Tomorrow…
….Madras.”
“…Mm..?”
“Will you..still be here when I wake?”
”..Hm…Probably not, this is a dream, after all.”
“Blast.”
/quietly squeals into a pillow
