Some Shop Orders, Now With Added Snape!

With summer here, I've been wandering around the house looking for things to do, being stalked by the likes of Miley Cyrus (no really, she shows up everywhere o_o). So I decided to open up a doll shop, and now it's there. In the marketplace. The lone topic sitting there, waiting for orders.

Anyway, without further ado, shop dollies!


Base
For Rach, obviously not adoptable. She wanted something 50s inspired, and this, my first full doll in ages, was all I could concoct. I actually rather like it. The blue was originally going to be green, but my red-haired dolls almost always end up wearing blue, and so it happened with this.


Base
For Frog, once again not adoptable. His name is Monroe, and that is Stick he is holding. They're characters in Frog's totally awesome comic which you should totally check out and she totally didn't pay me to shamelessly advertise.

No, seriously, she didn't. xD My shop's free. You are discouraged from paying.

Anyway, Monroe has a white stroke because, despite his bizarre female following, he does not get stroked very often, and when he does, he is not keen to give it up. Not because of the stick's bad anti-aliasing or anything. >.>


Base
And, um, here's Chloe's order. Not adoptable. It's Snape. And his teapot and his teacup. That... is all I will say. xD

And so, I return to dolling.

Pom's Summer Doll Shop - Closed =<

Welcome! This is a shop. A shop for dolls~ You may order them. It is, hopefully, not a particularly difficult process.

Before Ordering
Rules
1. Link back to my site ( http://praekt.edonil.com ) or my dA account ( http://fanga.deviantart.com )
2. You can use the doll for anything you want. I'd like some notice if it goes on a site or something, though.

What I Won't do
- bases larger than Moe, anime-style bases, bases that don't allow editing
- backgrounds
- animation

Payment
Don't pay me. Seriously. I have hit top limit for MS, and I don't really need any more. Hugs, baked goods and love are wonderful, though.

Ordering
Form
Base: [you must specify a base]
Base Edits: [tell me if you don't want any edits; I might do them if you leave it blank]
Clothing:
Hair:
Accessories:
Other:

Please be as detailed as possible! I ask that you strike out your post once it's done. The tags are: [s] [/s]

Orders
1. Bubbleh
2. Rach
3. Keke

Pick-ups

For Frog. Graaaagh, I don't like this baaase. -__-

Boiler, I would murder you with a tea biscuit if you weren't already dead

Something killed our water heater. I don't know if it had suicidal feelings after its messy break-up with the air conditioning, or if some candle-eating sadistic radish-head went and murdered it, but it is dead. Deceased. It has left the mortal coil. It is my Late and Not Very Great Water Heater.

The repairman came, as promised, this evening. The repairman poked, and he prodded, and he declared that he had found the problem. I do not know precisely what it is, but will take around a week to fix. That is a week without hot water.

Poms are creatures of warmth. Born and bred in the great watery land of Bangladesh, they are built to last hot, humid conditions. They also really, really, really like hot showers and baths. Something about racial memory, and reliving the journey of our ancestors, who swam there from the North Pole. Anyway, the drain on our only comfortable bathtub decided to take up yodelling recently*, and that kind of freaks me out, so I was restricted to showers.

Now, I can't even have a hot shower, because it feels like so many icy needles on my delicate Pommy skin.

Thankfully, it's summer, and I know how to deal without hot water. Unless my electric kettle and oven and all our pots and the sun decide to go out like the boiler did. But I guess if I have to use my home-made solar cooker idea and the sun goes caput, I've got bigger things to worry about than personal hygiene. xD And this makes me realize just what a bunch of privileged potatoes we all are, with our steamy showers that can last for hours (or very long, in any case) and will not give you a nasty disease.

Doesn't mean it isn't annoying, though. I'm streeessed, I don't need my favourite method of stress relief taken away. =< I guess I'll just have to drink a shower's worth of tea every day to make up for it.

And that is all. Wait, no.

* - The seal on the plug is broken somewhere, so when the bathtub fills up, the water leaks through and makes a funny noise as it rubs against it.

NOW, that's all.

Go Away, You Nasty Sick

Hello, Mr Sick. I see you are making your yearly visit.

It's my birthday this week, Mr Sick. I'm having a birthday party. It may seem a little rude to you, my dear sir, but you were not invited. I don't care if you bought me a nice sore throat and some fluid-filled ears. You can give them to somebody else, because, as much as it may hurt to hear it, they are not personal gifts. Somebody else will give your symptoms all the anger and irritation that they deserve, and it will be very satisfying for sadistic little potatoes such as yourself, Mr Sick.

Mr Sick, we have had numerous meetings. This time, I do not intend to succumb to you. I will not take this lying down, Mr Sick. I will beat you down with this teacup. Do you see it? It is my mother's flower-patterned teacup, and it is full of my mother's delicious lemon honey ginger tea. This tea is hot. I will scald you, Mr Sick. I will smother in you in pharmaceuticals, and chicken soup, and rest. This will not be an easy battle, and I can tell you who will come out victorious.

You do not know what I am capable of, and when you do find out, Mr Sick, you will never come back again. Do you hear me? Never. Never is a very, very long time. You could go from one end of the universe to another on a stolen hot pink tricycle with a Superman sticker on the handlebars, and by the time you come back, you will still not be welcome in my body. You could knit a scarf for Jupiter in nice, sparkly purple-and-white wool, and make matching ones for all of its moons. You could make a replica of the Eiffel Tower out of toothpicks and electron microscopes stolen from the University of Toronto's science department. In fact, you could do all of those things and I would still remain adamant, Mr Sick: you are not welcome here.

I wish I could say these things to your face, Mr Sick, but you are either bacteria or viruses. Bacteria, I have learned, have neither the eyes nor the brains to read and process this information. Viruses do not even have the distinction of being alive. But rest assured, my immune system will give you this message loud and clear anyway.

So go away, Mr Sick. Go and unravel your DNA in a corner.

Yearbook Layout (and other such things)

Discussion with a capital D for Emphasis.

Anyway, some things:

1. Anybody know what the font for the title graphic here is?
2. New theme colours, or purple-and-green, or something completely different?
3. Should we put a doll on the banner graphic, or silhouettes, or just text? Actually, anybody have any ideas for the banner graphic in general?
4. How are we sorting out the entries? Alphabetically, obviously, but do we want them side-by-side with comments opening up in a pop-up, or side-by-side with comments under, or one on top of the other with comments in a pop-up, or... you get the drill. xP
5. Besides those pages, what other pages can we have? Something with superlatives (most _____)? A yearbook team page? A page devoted to instructing people on the correct way to peel a kiwi?

All ideas are welcome to apply (including things I haven't asked about, because I've probably missed something). Cookies and juice will be offered to all participants.

Oh, and it would be great if I could get the details for the subsite. I'm hoping to at least get things started before school goes insane (as it likes to do just before exams -_-).