Today’s Fan-art is by StMalKavian. It’s Mortal Kombat meets Notre Dame de Paris. Classic ^^. It makes me smile as a fan of both Mortal Kombat and of Notre Dame de Paris. I wonder what Frollo’s finishing move was.

Mortal Kombat de Paris by StMalkavian

Mortal Kombat de Paris by StMalkavian

Be sure to check out StMalKavian‘s other work

Today’s Fan-Art was made by me. It inspired by iPod Commercial.  It’s Esmeralda played Lola Ponce (click here to see original picture).  maybe I should make one for all the characters from the show.

Esmeralda's iPod Commercial Lola Ponce Italian Notre Dame de Paris picture image

Esmeralda’s iPod Commercial

If you want repost it somewhere just give me credit ^^.

Today Fan-Art is by FluidGirl82. It’s Phantom meets Hunchback. With a little anime style to it and I also love the names of the actors and crew. I don’t know about you but I would see the movies though I don’t want to give Hollywood any ideas. After all they’re making Hunchback into an action-adventure movie that’s also as ridiculous as making Snow White a warrior in armor on horseback; Oh Wait they already did that in Snow White and the Huntsman. Anyway enjoy the Fan-art

The Phantom of Notre Dame by Fluidgirl82

The Phantom of Notre Dame by Fluidgirl82

A few years before I was a Hunchback of Notre Dame fan, I was very into Phantom of the Opera so when I saw this I had to post it. I still like the Phantom of the opera in fact I just saw the the  Australian DVD of Love Never Dies and I liked more than I thought I would. I loved how cinematic it looked. Kind of makes me wonder how Notre Dame de Paris would look if it was professional shot in that manner. Anyway there are a lot similarities between Phantom and Hunchback and I’ll do come comparisons between the two stories sometime.

Today Fan-art is by ayudameavolar

I really enjoy Ayudameavolar’s art work it’s  fun, cute and creative. Esmeralda isn’t depicted as cute nearly enough.

Esmeralda by ayudameavolar

Esmeralda by ayudameavolar

Today’s Fan-art is by Howlingmojo and it Esmeralda and Frollo. It’s inspired by Mucha’s the Dance and by a song called “Cherry Blossom Girl”.
I think it’s very pretty, very soft, gentle and a little cold, like early spring.

Cherry Blossom Girl by Howlingmojo

Cherry Blossom Girl by Howlingmojo

Today’s Fan-art is another one by Kitty-Grimm and it’s of Fleur de Lys, Phoebus’ Fiancee. I think it quite a pretty rendering, I like the pose, I like how her face look cold and hard but everything else about her looks soft and gentle. I also really like the swirls pattern.

Fleur de Lys by Kitty-Grimm

Fleur de Lys by Kitty-Grimm

So today marks the three year anniversary of my discovery of Notre Dame de Paris . So here is a work by floriaiglenoir. what can I say it’s Gorgeous!

Notre Dame de Paris by Floriaiglenoir

Notre Dame de Paris by Floriaiglenoir

An Esmeralda a la Notre Dame de Paris  version of a Pony from  My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic

Esmeralda Notre Dame de Paris My Little Pony picture image

Esmeralda Notre Dame de Paris My Little Pony by Me

Made by me.

Frollo Flies Kite
Fan-fiction by Me (Jess of the Hunchblog of Notre Dame)

Chapter 3

 Frollo took the kite to his cell and gently set it down in the corner The corner once the darkest part of his cell but with kite there the once dark corner was a illuminated. He took in the beauty of the kite, its elegant slender frame, its golden cloth, its delicate string that enable it to touch heaven, to dance in the sky with so much grace that to stare was a sin. As Frollo caressed the kite he can the unpleasant realization that the beautiful kite that had tormented him in his dream and during his waking hours would never accept his love  for as lovely as it was it couldn’t speak. All at once he felt the weight of heaven crush him against the gates of hell. He collapsed to the floor in the shadow of the kite and he wept like a child. He remained in that position, lying on the cold stone floor, in the water, in the dankness for several days.

He eventually lifted his head weakly and looked at the kite though eyes blurred his tear and misery. All he could perceive of the kite was its pure golden tone. It was then that an idea bear fruit his tormented mind, he would use the power of alchemy to give his beloved kite a soul so that he could realize his passion and the kite would be his, body and soul.

The priest spent the next several days reading every available source at his disposal, trying any experiment that may work but all were follies, the kite remained  lifeless. Frollo felt even more hopeless, more lost, more defeated, His former lover, science, had refuse to save from his mad obsession to realize his love foe the kite and once again he sank to the floor and drowned himself once again in his own tears. As he wept he heard the vesper bells ring and this called into his mind he other former love, religion. The mere thought of his former purity and devotion caused him to bang his head against the floor. He felt that the gentle hand of the virgin had leaf him and the peaceful gaze of god had turned away, that religion had forsaken him and science had failed him. All that was left for him was the beautiful and lifeless kite.

He felt his love for the kite was more terrible, more empty, more painful than the love he had harbored for the gypsy girl but the sight of that golden kite drifting so close to heaven was too beautiful for his soul to bear. The flames of passion consumed his once pure soul and left only profanity. He must have that kite! To hold it, to speak to it, to know it, to feel in the night against his form and to know that the radiant kite in turn felt his form against it’s frame.

With all the rage and frustration in his soul he prayed, not to the pure limpid one but to the dark fiery one. The soul no longer held any concern, he needed the kite more than paradise. It was at the end of the dark prayer that he priest fell over again to the floor and feel into a comatose state. He remained in that state for many days and nights.

In his comatose state dreamt chaotic nightmares of hell itself. He felt the pain and agony of his decision to forego the hope of heaven. As his dreams continued they revealed a dark and terrible spell that could breed life into objects. When he awoken, his head was on fire and without a moment’s hesitation he prepared the spell. He recalled ingredient, every step and within a few hours he was ready. They items while not uncommon were the stuff of horror; a raven’s feather, a jar of the laughter of a nun, an apple core, a piece of stale bread, a bit of lint, and the a stolen lollipop from a newborn babe.

He madly set the kite among the horrors, like lamb for the slaughter. He performed the spell, chanting every evil note with perfect precision and even more passion. When the priest had finished he gazed at the fair kite to see if the spell had been successful, if it now had life dwelling within its golden cloth and its slender frame. But much to the mad monk’s dismay no life stir within it.

In his despair he turned away from the lovely one so that the might curse hell itself. As he turned he heard the tiniest noise from the table of evil. He spun back around only to see that the once still kite was moving freely and was made complete with beautiful, smoldering amber eyes and a beautiful perfectly formed mouth. Frollo sank to his knees in the shadow of the hovering beauty. After a few moment of being captivated by the enchanted Kite Frollo proclaimed ” I love Thee.”

He waited with baited breath for the Kite to utter its first words. Frollo hoped with every fiber of his being that these words would the words of love.

After several moments the Kite parted its perfect lips and said ” I’m Sorry, I just like you as a friend” and with that the Kite flew out the window of the cell.

Frollo rage grew to point of insanity, he had to have the Kite, it was his, he created it, and no earthy power would stop his love not even the will of the Kite itself. Frollo made a mad lung to grab the Kite’s now useless string but in his madness he miscalculated the distance between the edge of the cathedral and the Kite. He fell out the window and met his end upon the ground.


 As Frollo used the dark arts to give the Kite life he went to hell. As he entered the gates of hell he saw a sea of bright colored lights and people dancing sensually against each other while drinking color drinks of numerous shade, some  even had a curious tiny umbrella in them. It was upon looking into the very face of hell Frollo realized that his wasn’t  so bad and he spent eternity dancing and drinking Mai Tais.

As for the Kite, it become a model and was painted but Europe’s finest artists and became the standard for Kite beauty throughout the world.

 The End

Frollo Flies Kite
Fan-fiction by Me (Jess of the Hunchblog of Notre Dame)

 Chapter 2

 One day in early summer, Frollo came to the clearing to watch the subject of his desire fly. On this day he saw that the young  couple was now a trio, that worthless Captain of the King’s Archers, Phoebus de Chateaupers was flying his beloved kite. The captain was reckless as he flew the kite. He showed no regard for that delicate string which supported the beauty of the sweet kite which supported its grace and add to its beauty. Overcome with rage, jealousy and lust, Frollo withdrew to Notre Dame. Once there he shut himself away deep within his cell, consume by his torment. Seeing his beloved kite in the hands of that odious man played in his brain. He beat his head against the floor but the image lingered. He felt that his fate was tied in the delicate strings of the kite. Frollo knew that while his love was in the clutches of the poet and the dancer that this horror of that captain flying his kite would repeat and as dawn broke through the heavens

Frollo knew what he must do to ensure that no one else would ever touch the kite again except him. He collected himself off the floor and rushed up to bell tower. He found his ever loyal bell-ringer Quasimodo lovely caressing the bells. Frollo signed to the deaf deformed bell-ringer to follow him and without a moment’s hesitation Quasimodo followed his master.

Frollo lead Quasimodo to a place where he knew the gypsy and the poet would pass with kite on their way to the clearing. After a few hours of waiting in readiness La Esmeralda and Gringoire came into to view carrying the charming kite. Frollo made a sign to Quasimodo and in accordance with his master’s wishes he made a swipe at the poet and picked up the dancer. The kite fell to the ground in the struggle. Frollo seeing the kite hit the ground mustered all his swiftness and made a grab at it and ordered Quasimodo to release the dancer and follow him. Quasimodo complied but was confused by what had transpired as were Esmeralda and Gringoire. Frollo and Quasimodo fled the scene with kite in toe while dancer and the poet went off to buy a new kite.