Ever since hearing ELP's (that's Emerson, Lake & Palmer for those not old enough to recall this particular rock band), way back in the '70's (1970's), I always wondered if anyone would ever do a live (acted out) version of the lyrics. The thought stayed planted in my warped imagination for the better part of four decades. In December of 2014, I finally decided to do something about it. Below is my interpretation of a certain Disney (nee, Victor Hugo) character that just seemed to fit right into the movement. This is my "sepia-toned" version. I can't remember which folder the colour version is stored in, alas! The only thing I've done here is add my newer logo. Formally posted to my defunct DeviantArt page. Come and see the show!
Monday, June 26, 2017
Saturday, June 24, 2017
Below is a concept drawing I did up back in December of 2014. I previously featured it on DeviantArt. But don't bother searching on DA for any of my old works; I deleted them all in December, 2016. Over the years I've done a lot of "cross-over" concept (COC) drawings, mainly with certain princesses and other characters. The one here is COC62. It features Ariel and Jasmine as under-cover "ladies of the night", out to stop a crime lord from selling tainted beef. Unfortunately, the duo end up trussed up in a walk-in freezer and not exactly dressed for the cold. Ariel is wearing a latex, lavender tube top and latex, turquoise micro-miniskirt...and not much else. Jasmine is wearing even less but...those black, patent leather knickers and bra will at least keep her a bit warmer...or not.
I never did publish the entire story, alas. But, as with just about all the damsels I draw, no-one really gets hurt or killed. Ariel and Jasmine are rescued in this story to battle more criminals, later on. One of these days I'll finish this...or not. I've since added a new logo and cleaned this up a bit. I also created a new background base of this freezer for future use, heh, heh.
Sunday, October 16, 2016
I'm only posting the climatic part of the story, here. This is basically the only sequence I've been able to finish in time for the Hunter's Moon festivities...ahem. There are a couple of characters names I'm using (without permission and because I've no clew who now owns the copyrights to them) and, I'm sure some of you will recognise the names.
The story in short: Night Kitten had gotten an anonymous tip on the possible whereabouts of some missing, neighbourhood children. The tip led her to an old and seemingly abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town. Thinking her arch-nemesis, Dr. Littleman, was involved, she wasted no time in arriving at her gloomy, dark destination. But what she didn't realise was that her younger sister, Susie, had tagged along by hiding under a blanket in the back seat of Night Kitten's car. Upon approaching the expansive and decaying porch, Night Kitten turned round at the sound of a car door opening and closing. When she looked back, she saw Susie coming up the walk-way dressed in her school-girl outfit (white, short-sleeve, button-down blouse, white knee-high socks, blue romper and black, patent leather Mary Janes). Of course, Night Kitten herself was wearing her signature costume (black, long-sleeve leotard and black, leather boots, along with her cat's ears and mask). As to-night was Halloween night, it had seemed to Night Kitten that she would blend in better, lest anyone come round asking questions. Night Kitten heaved a sigh and scolded her sister, "You shouldn't be here," she said.
"But I wanted to go Trick-or-Treating, too!" exclaimed Susie. She even had a large, plastic "goodie bag" emblazoned with pumpkins and bats, in her right hand.
"Oh, Susie," started Night Kitten, "I'm not out here for treats! I'm trying to solve a mystery! Look, just you wait in the car; this shouldn't take long. Then I'll take you round for a while afterwards, okay?"
"Well...okay," said Susie a bit reluctantly. She moped along back to the car. As she did so, she looked back up at her big sister, just in time to see her quickly sink out of sight! Susie could hear a muffled scream as Night Kitten plunged through an old trap door! But as Susie did not see the trap, she figured her big sister was playing a trick on her. "Oh, darn!" lamented Susie. "What do I do, now?"
With her one-track mind on Halloween treats, Susie decided she'd follow Night Kitten into the house. She walked back up the broken, stone pathway and onto the front porch. But, instead of stepping on the trap door, Susie wandered off to the left of it and attempted to peek through one of the cracked windows. She suddenly shrieked at a horrible image that appeared through the window. So scared was Susie after seeing the hideous monster face, that she toppled over the sagging porch-rail backward and into the bushes. A bit dazed, Susie slowly got up and brushed herself off. Then, seeing as how she'd not like to go back to the front porch, she wandered off to the back of the house, to look for another means of entrance.
Susie was totally clewless that there was anything afoot. Still thinking that her sister was inside at a Halloween party, Susie was now more determined to get into the house (when she should have been going for help). She found a rear door to the right of the back of the dilapidated mansion. The door was set into the house about four feet, creating a portico of sorts. The small porch's roofed long ago rotted away and the stairs were sagging severely. Cautiously, Susie made her way up the three creaking steps and into the doorway. But, no sooner had she set foot on the dais than she was instantly "sucked" up into the ceiling...! The only thing that remained was her right shoe, as it landed on the rotted wood with a "thump".
Night Kitten never had a chance to get her bearings as she drooped down through the darkness. The trap door was pressure activated; anything (or anyone) over 4 stone (that's 56 pounds or so), would activate the trip mechanism. While Susie was exploring above, her sister was plummeting to an uncertain fate. Tucking her body into a fetal position but using her arms to cover her head, Night Kitten prepared to roll with the fall. Unfortunately, she banged her head on one of the stone walls of the shaft on the way down and blacked out. When she awoke, about an hour later, it was to a very nightmarish scene. Groggily, Night Kitten came to only to find herself tightly bound and gagged and lying on a hard, packed, dirt floor. She didn't yet realise she was stuffed into a deep depression in the solid, rock wall! The lengthy scene unfolds below...
As luck would have it, Night Kitten's new-found friend, Mid Watch, just happened to be driving by the house when he spotted Susie sneaking round to the back. He wondered what Susie was doing out here, seemingly alone. As he pulled into the short driveway he spotted Night Kitten's car. His "6th sense" warned him something wasn't quite right. In a flash, he was out of his pickup truck and dashing up the walkway, following Susie's trail. But, as he rounded the corner he was too late to grab Susie before she was sucked up by the vacuum. Looking for another (and safer) way into the house, Mid Watch came across the old bulkhead doors which led to the basement. Although the doors were padlocked shut, Mid Watch was able to break the hasp off the decaying door-guard with his trusty, mini crowbar. Jerking the left door open with a loud "creak", Mid Watch got out his electric torch, snapped it on and cautiously proceeded down into the damp, dark and cobwebby basement.
The old basement was pretty expansive and smelled of mildew. The dirt floor was muddy in spots so Mid Watch trod very carefully. Proceeding along toward the front of the house (or what he presumed to be the front), Mid Watch shone his torch about the walls. Seeing nothing in the main area, he went off into a side room. There, along the far wall, Mid Watch saw a giant, glowing, neon-green mass on the wall! As he approached he could hear faint sounds of muffled whimpering. "I'd know that whimpering anywhere!" he exclaimed aloud. "NIGHT KITTEN!" he bellowed, "ARE YOU IN THERE?"
"HHHMMMMF! MMFFFN!" came the response.
"Do not worry," said Mid Watch in a calmer tone, "I'll have you out of there in a jiffy!" He raised his crowbar and tested an area of the green, slim-like substance. At first the crowbar would not penetrate the quickly setting fluid. But, determined, Mid Watch hammered through a big enough hole and, eventually, was able to rip out most of the slimy, crusty barrier.
It was a very grateful Night Kitten that nearly fainted at the sight of her handsome rescuer. She was never so happy to see anyone in her life. Mid Watch quickly pulled her out of the wall depression and even more quickly, untied her. Night Kitten pulled down her gag and warned Mid Watch of the giant worms. "I'm not sure where they are hiding but, I suggest we get out of here, pronto!" exclaimed Night Kitten.
"Do you know where your sister, Susie, is being held?" questioned Mid Watch.
"Susie? I told Susie to wait in the car," said Night Kitten. "Why? What's wrong?"
"Well," began Mid Watch, " I saw her sneaking round to the back of the house. Just as I came round the corner I saw her getting sucked up by some kind of huge, vacuum tube!"
"AAARRGGH!" screamed Night Kitten. "When will she ever learn to mind me? We have to find her and then stop the crazy man who is doing all this!"
"Do you know who it is?" asked Mid Watch.
"No, I've never seen nor heard of him before," stated Night Kitten. "He called himself 'Professor Coldheart'. And he has a bumbling assistant named 'Frostbite'."
"And, there could be other minions about, is my guess," averred Mid Watch. The duo quickly made their way back to the basement entrance and out into the cool, night air. Stepping into the over-grown yard, Mid Watch looked back and up at the house. "Look! Up there!" he exclaimed.
Turning round, Night Kitten let out a gasp, "SUSIE!" she shrieked. There was Susie, up on the top floor at a partially opened window. Her muffled and confused cries barely reaching down to the duo below. In the faint moon-light, Night Kitten could tell her little sister was gagged and probably tied up. "Don't worry, Susie!" exclaimed Night Kitten. "We'll get to you and get you out of there!"
It was about this time that five police cars came racing up the road; sirens blaring. Seems Mid Watch had forgot to check in with the Chief and, signaling in on the homing beacon concealed in Mid Watch's truck, sent out the troop to find him. The lead officer conversed with Mid Watch and in no time the grounds and house were surrounded. Officer Perry found the main circuit-breaker to the house and shut it off. Now, without power, none of the traps would work. Mid Watch bashed open the back door with a provided mini battering-ram. Both he and Night Kitten, along with another officer, carefully made their way upstairs and soon found poor Susie. She was quickly untied. While the other officers scoured the mansion for the bad guys, the foursome made it downstairs and outside. Unfortunately, no trace of Professor Coldheart, Frostbite or any other of his minions was found that night. There was also no trace of any other missing persons. So, was this all just a hoax? A set-up to get Night Kitten out of the way for good? Quite possibly.
This is the end of this sequence. Hope you all have a happy and safe Halloween!