Dawn Meadows

Dawn Meadows: The Video Game (5 of 5)

GAME OVER!

All the great video games in history have that bittersweet game over screen. That accountable reminder that you have failed. It's a manifestation of your melancholy as you feel as though you let the hero (or in the best cases, the heroine) down.

And every once in a while, you were able to get a brief glimpse of the consequences of your failure.

Dawn REALLY wishes you had been more careful. Next time, put in the cheat code for 30 pairs of pantyhose. This game will ...

Dawn Meadows: The Videogame (4 of 5)

All of your nonsense in the game has only resulted in a growing pile of "spent" pantyhose. There's nothing as sad as seeing Dawn frantically tearing through a pile of yesterday's nylons trying to fine one pair, ANY pair that can give her one more chance.

But it's time to toss those expired garments in the bathroom trash can. Dawn's adventure has "run" its course. You guys had your chance, and you blew it. There's no more continues from here.

Guess there's just one thing left to sa...

Dawn Meadows: The Videogame (3 of 5)

Oh my goodness! You are NOT doing so well. Who would have thought Dawn would have gone through that five pack of stockings she got for Christmas so quickly!

Well, no time to be picky! Clock is counting down! Unroll all those balled up nylons strewn around her room. There's no time to regret not doing laundry now. You'd just better hope in that wrinkled tangled mess of nylon and lycra legs, gussets, waistbands, and reinforced toes that there is at least ONE pair that is run-free (and rel...

Dawn Meadows: The Video Game (2 of 5)

Uh oh! Looks like your first outing with Dawn did NOT go so well! Well, you've played enough games to be familiar with a "Continue?" screen.

Well, nothing to worry about. You've still got fresh pantyhose so you are not out of lives yet.

Next time... be more careful!

Dawn Meadows: The Video Game (1 of 5)

We've all been there. Playing a video game. Whether it was those halcyon days in the arcades, huddled in a basement (or attic, or bedroom, or living room!) with (or without) friends. There was always that character select screen. A choice as old as time. Who would you choose? What's the benefit of one character over another? Nowadays, it's all about the "load-out" screens where you equip your character with the best (or coolest) looking gear before getting into the game.

So here is a li...

The Cast!

Most of you probably know these ladies, but I figured a nice full size render of the gang would be a nice treat. These are typically the characters you will see in my work here on my page, but you will notice there is space to grow. As we've already seen, Ada Wong making an appearance, and there is even a perilous appearance by none other than Amanda Jones coming down the pipeline! Hope that gets you excited and you are all having a great day!

Introducing: Lynda Lockwood... Lynda? Lynda!?

Well, I thought this would be a good place to introduce the lovely Lynda Lockwood. She is mother to the ever sleuthing, always detecting, Emily Lockwood. Once upon a time a famous fashion model, Lynda still holds on to the fleeting memories of those glorious days. And who could blame her? She is glamorous and beautiful!

What if she had her own adventures? Would she be as brave, intrepid, and successful as her kind-hearted daughter, Emily? If this scenario is of any indication, it appear...

Sweater Season!

Well, if you are in certain parts of the world, little snowflakes might be falling down from the skies, and piling up. Dawn Meadows knows what's what. And that means she shimmies her way into a cozy sweater dress this time of year (and a warm pair of tights!)

Ada’s Zombie Meet Cute

Well, we’ve reached the cliffhanger conclusion to part one of Operation Ada. I hope everyone enjoyed it so far. After playing the Resident Evil 2 remake recently, I felt possessed like I simply had to make this. That’s how most of my art comes to me actually 😇

Up next will be some other material including the tribute to video game start/select/continue screens. But fear not, you will not have to wait long to see the conclusion of Operation Ada. Part two will be going live in Febr...

Operation Ada: Part I (8 of 8)

Now or never Ada! The chic operative knew she was finished if she didn't figure this out... fast! She twisted her lithe body with a sudden tenacity fitting of her reputation as an agent full of surprises. One upon her back, she used the strength in her glorious long legs to catapult the slathering corpse up and over her where it crashed in a rasping heap. Ada wasted no time in scrabbling on the floor, steering with her elbows as she reached for her precious 9mm Matilda.

"NO!!!" Ada scre...

Operation Ada: Part I (7 of 8)

The rotting putrid tongue of the creature slathered the soft pink skin on Ada's exposed back and her body cringed in horror. She let out an uncharacteristic whimpering moan that was all together understandable for the peril she was in.

Ada craned her neck and stared over her bare shoulder. The animated corpse was tasting her in grotesque hunger, the milk-white eyes unfocused in the decomposing skull. She was filled with the sense that it was not seeing her, but sensing her vitality. The...

Operation Ada: Part I (6 of 8)

Ada struggled to shake off her attacker. It would have been so easy to ridicule her foolishness for having come to this forlorn place dressed so impractically. That her form fitting vermilion cocktail dress, sheer pantyhose, and dainty high heels had no place in a house of the dead. But Ada blamed her own carelessness, her own clumsiness that she had allowed herself to get disarmed in the face of such nightmarish decaying foes. Clear, perfect skin, slinky dresses, and run free nylons did not ...

Operation Ada: Part I (5 of 8)

Fear is a great motivator. Fear can grow stronger than pain. Ada hated feeling helpless; resented the sensation. She needed her gun. She needed to feel that cold steel that held the key to her protection. She needed that sense of power in her hand. And so she grit her teeth against the pain and lunged forward toward the weapon.

It was noble, brash, impulsive, and with her brain saturated by neurons all firing off on pain, just a little too clumsy. Ada sort of threw her slender body at t...

Operation Ada: Part I (4 of 8)

Ada titled her flower blossom head back on her slender neck and the sight made her gasp in fear. A gangly putrid shell of what once might have passed as a human being teetered with shambling movement toward her. It seemed less to see her and more was simply aware of her. Aware of her supple pink flesh. Aware of her pulsing vibrancy. Aware of her scent. And it wanted her. It wanted her essence. Not because of anything it said. The things hardly seemed able to speak beyond guttural raspy spittl...

Operation Ada: Part I (3 of 8)

This is taking too long, just gonna...

"Nnnnnnnggggggnnnnnnwwwhaaaa!"

"HOLY SHIIII---!!!" Ada exclaimed after getting too impatient fishing with the lure of her legs. She poked her head around the corner, and was surprised by someone, no... some THING! A horrific rotting husk of a man, standing in the gloom of the adjacent room. It stared at her with sightless hungry eyes, hissing, gasping, choking at her, all while reaching with blackened decaying fingers.

Ada pivoted back ...

Operation Ada: Part I (2 of 8)

Nnnnggggghhhnnnnnn...

Ada pivoted gracefully placing her back against the wall. The wheezing, sucking sound made the hairs stand up on the back of her slender little neck. She held her firearm, out, ready, and pointed down, a manicured fingernail hovering over the trigger. The adrenaline had already begun coursing through her veins, heightening her alertness despite the equally growing anxiety. She quieted the breaths that threatened to betray her position but she could still feel the n...

Operation Ada: Part I (1 of 8)

My name is Ada Wong. I'm an agent for... I'm an agent sent to obtain the G Virus in order to... my objective is to obtain the G Virus. I tracked it's last known location to...

Ada shook her head, taking a deep breath. My name is... Dawn Meadows... I'm a reporter for the... The blonde reporter closed her emerald green eyes and tried to clear her head.

My name is Ada Wong. I'm an agent for an organization with a specialized assignment, and this is a strange day for me. And suffice t...

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year everyone! Hope it was safe, happy, healthy, and uneventful for you. Enjoy this greeting from Dawn Meadows herself at the start of 2021! Here's hoping to better horizons.

What series would you like to see next?

As discussed in my previous post, I have a few different series in the pipeline. I thought it might be fun to see which series everyone is most interested in seeing sooner rather than later? All of these will eventually see the light of day, but perhaps you can help me decide which to show off sooner?

Happy New Year! Thanks! ...And What's Next?

I wanted to take a moment to thank everyone who so faithfully took a chance on me in the inaugural month of my Patreon page. Your support means more to me than you know, and you are helping allow me to continue to pursue this artistic journey, now with you along for the ride.

So what is happening next? Great question! I have a few different series that are coming down the pipeline. There is...

• A tropical jungle series starring Emily (with appearance by Lynda Lockwood). This ...
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Holiday Guests 2

Just how many pairs of pantyhose can fit on one couch? Only in a Meadows Holiday retreat could there be this many. Emily Lockwood would like wish everyone a Happy Holidays, and Chelsea? ...She's still consumed by whatever is in that book (be careful, Chelsea!)

Top off your hot coffee, your wine, or just a nice glass of refreshing water as the Holiday celebration continues. My life never took me down the path of the kind of person who is "off work" for the final couple weeks of the year,...

Holiday Guests

Not so much of that going on this year of course, but many of us know the feeling of the "yester-years" when the visits, the guests, the celebration just seems to go on and on.

Since this is just a make believe render world, we can pleasantly enjoy the safe, fun, and friendly gathering of ladies in (one of many?) Dawn Meadows winter houses. What better place to gather a bunch of ladies together, huddled away from the drifting snow outside, and dress them up in cute sweaters, and silky h...

Holiday Haze

Are you drained from the Holiday weekend? Tired of the family? One too many Zoom calls? Working around the clock while the rest of the world seems to be celebrating? Whatever your situation, we all need that "moment" Regardless how you take it, allow Dawn Meadows to demonstrate the method of "the happiness that comes with that first sip of coffee"

Hope you are all doing well out there. Stay safe, stay healthy, stay sane, and whenever you can: take that "moment"

Happy Holidays!

Did Santa bring you everything on your list? Did you eat too many cookies? Did you drink too much eggnog? These ladies recommend putting another log on the fire, covering up with that comfy blanket you have draped over the back of the couch... and just take a minute. Just relax while you are looking at those twinkly Christmas lights. Let your mind reflect on this year. No, not all the awful stuff that happened! Try to think of the good things. Those little precious moments that are easy to lo...

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, everyone! I know the internet is sort of a nebulous place and we all vary from knowing each other well, to not at all. But that won't stop me from taking a moment to say that I hope you all are able to spend some time with the folks that are most important in your life. And I know it's been a year of struggles beyond comprehension, so whether that time is spent in person, through a digital screen, or a voice over the old fashioned telephone... I hope it's a treasure that you ...

Monsters at the Door 9 of 9

And carry the girl, the goblin did. Carry her right toward the large stone cauldron. Hovering her body over the roiling red waters. The delicate drape of a gossamer garment was all that stood between The drooping Chelsea Pryce, and the boiling broth.

But even a wispy girl like her with a dancer's body would slip right past the silky stockings and splash into the simmering soup. What was to stop the mighty Chelsea Pryce from becoming mere ingredients for the stew? What would prevent her ...

Monsters at the Door 8 of 9

The Shaman spoke in the guttural goblin tongue and one of the creatures grunted in reply. It slithered long gnarled fingers underneath Chelsea's unconscious body, creasing her blue shirt and red skater skirt. As the fingers snaked out the other side, they curled around her narrow torso.

Light as a feather, Chelsea was scooped up into the arms of the monster. It adjusted and shook her lithe body in order to find a balanced load. One slender arm was draped over the garish goblin's green l...

Monsters at the Door 7 of 9

The Shaman took the pale skinned trim wrist of the girl in its great green leathery skinned hand, the long gnarled fingers searching for a pulse beneath her supple pink skin. It grunted to its companions as if to inform them that she was alive. And they grunted in return, forming a tightening circle around her fallen body as if to spatially convey their eagerness. Two of them wielded long pole-arms featuring curved blades on both ends. These creatures were hunters that stalked their prey thro...

Monsters at the Door 6 of 9

Meanwhile...

"Stay back you gross ghoulie green goblins!" the chocolate haired girl warned as she struck a daring noble pose. She was dressed in a short sleeve form fitting blue top that emphasized a vibrant, youthful, and ample chest. On her hips was draped a short and swishy red skater skirt with a flowery hem, while her long luscious legs were dressed in sheer and silky dark pantyhose. She stood her ground in a pair of cute and polished black mary jane flats.

Chelsea Pryce, the...

Monsters at the Door 5 of 9

There was no debate, no negotiating, no bargaining. Dawn Meadows was going into the cauldron. She found herself cramped into the confining space, bound hands down by her ankles, with nylon clad knees drawn up close to her chest.  Dawn was steeped in steamy red broth, bloated bubbles burping, popping, and hissing with her splashing down into the boiling liquid.

The startling searing sensation had her seeing sufficient stars in a series of white spots before her eyes. Dawn's shocking...