I live on the tenth floor of my building. This sucks. My thighs protest when I force them to climb ten flights of stairs. So I choose to take the elevators. And my elevators….
They hate me.
Truly, they do. If I am in a hurry, my elevator takes five minutes to get to the tenth floor. The elevators are also full to the brim of smelly people whenever I want to go up to the tenth floor. And, since I am on the tenth floor, I must endure all of them. ALL OF THEM! The worst thing that the elevator gods can do is bring one elevator to the floor right below me, and then take it away and make me wait for the other elevator. Grrr.
Also, I’m pretty sure the elevator gods have been spreading their vendetta against me to the other pantheon of random gods. Today, I was walking down a mildly creepy alleyway, which was lit by a very bright street lamp. Which burnt out right as I walked under it.
Translation? I’m doomed. All I can imagine is those 3 creepy Fates from Disney’s Hercules giggling and cackling as they bring their creepy scissors ever closer to my life-string. *Shiver*
Stupid elevator gods.
(Side note. I do not actually believe in elevator gods.)
(But they probably exist. Because they hate me)
Disney Steampunk: Hades
[Photoset: Three images of Rule 63’d Disney characters. The first is Ariel, naked and examining his new feet. The second is Tarzan, smiling at an excitedly blushing Jane. The third is Meg putting the moves on a shyly blushing Hercules.]
Ok, here are a bunch of colored rule 63!Disney character sketches I colored just now. Enjoy their crappiness.
Megara! So fantastically simple to research, just put her in a simple doric chiton and spent most of my time researching fabric colours and patterns to see what I could get away with. It kinda looks like she killed Hercules and took his helmet? I’m okay with that.
Jane is my favorite Disney girl of all time. I love her.
James Woods was perfection as Hades.