I give you Exhibit A: a failed photo shoot for brunettepet. *sniffle* Shot down before I’d even begun to present my concept to the "artist"(as I'm now expected to address him) known as Armless!Angel.
Fine. Like I even need him! He can just go back to gelling his hair with his feet and brooding about his "disability." Ptui! I'm done.
What further disappointments are in store today? Why, let's go over to the set of snickfic's birthday shoot and see! It's the newly paternal SchoolHard!Spike, whose recent reading of Seraph has moved him to adopt an orphaned girlchild from the neighboring Fisher-Price dollhouse family. *whispers* If you ask me, this little experiment can only end in tears. I mean, really, dig the open flame action he's got going here!
*gulp* Well. Blazing candle aside, he seems quite serious about his parenting duties, and I’m not about to antagonize a single parent who’s only had five hours of sleep in the past three days. Let's just give him a little space, okay?
Right, then . . . cruising right on by to my go-to guy: good ol’ wifebeater-wearing Doll!Spike. Surely he can be counted on to bring the doll!fic goods and shake his moneymak---wait. Wait just a ding-danged minute! Where is the cake?! He was supposed to get a cake! *wails* La Reb, she must have ze cake!
Man, you go on hiatus and give someone a little artistic leeway, and they crap all over you!
Well, now. They won't give me a festive birthday shot? I'll show them. *stifled sob* I got options. See?
Okay, so this is a)lame, b)out-of-focus, and c)actually my kid's birthday cake, but sometimes you gotta' take what you can get. If I've come away from this demoralizing experience with nothing else, at least I've learned that. *deep breath* SO, in that jolly spirit, I say . . . HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PET AND SNICK AND DARLING REB!!! My sentiments are no less genuine for their botched execution. I hope that each of you has had a lovely day and that the coming year brings you joy and many good things. (And no bad dolls!) Mwah!