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$8 Charms! [Jan. 19th, 2016|10:42 pm]
I want to take a few commissions for tiny charms! I have 4 slots open:


Taking on $8 charms. They're about the size of a penny.
Square charm or round charm, you choose.
I can put a cell phone charm loop (use 'em on your Nintendo DS!) on them or just a plain metal loop (for say, a necklace)

I'm best at reptiles and birds, but feel free to throw me something else. I'm ok with doing 'fan art' type stuff too.
Keep in mind super detailed characters may not work as well, though I try my best to put as much detail as I can into them.

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It's All About Crafts, People! [Aug. 8th, 2013|11:56 pm]
[Mood |dorkydorky]

I've been getting into Macrame as-of lately and I'm supringly really, really good at it. It's scary.

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Tongue Tied [Jul. 14th, 2012|01:14 am]
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  Sitting alongside him the pale-green humanoid let out a small hiss, her clawed hand lightly brushing his bare shoulders. Her scaled palm scraped roughly against his flesh, cold to the touch. Months before that very same sensation would have repelled him, but now he found that he more than welcomed the physical contact; It reminded him of home.
  She slid closer. Their hips touched and he looked up at her. She returned his gaze, her face expressionless (her species lack the proper muscle to make such minute movements), her eyes unblinking and it was these that drew him. Set deep under hooded eye-ridges, they were pupil-less and impossibly black. Even blacker, he thought than the depths of space itself. In that darkness he could discern not only a reflection of his haggard self, but a kaleidoscope of vivid hues that formed and then reformed into indefinite and unknowable shapes. He could lose himself in those eyes.
  Gracefully she dipped down and to his surprise kissed his cheek. A profusion of red seeped under his well-bronzed skin. His fingers tentatively came up and touched the spot lightly. He blink swiftly, regaining his senses and smiled at her. A sad smile, his only type since his ship had crash landed onto this desolate planet. Survival in an alien world had its costs. Sanity, he found, was one of them. Sometimes he’d find himself curled up in the dusty soil shoulders heaving, silent sobs racking his broad chest. Sometimes he’d disappear across the horizon for days, weeks, and return battle-scared and bruised as if he’d been fighting the whole damned planet. And even in all those moments when he lost himself, still she waited here for him, ever patient and accepting in her own silent way.
  Now he turned to face her, his eyes once again searching hers, questioning them. All this time he had counseled himself with the thought of returning home, even after the hyper-engine blew and somehow he lost all eight nuclear fuses in the surrounding desert. All this time he’d felt alone on this wasteland and here she was. A stranger turn companion, not lost like him but a long-time resident, free to come and go as she pleased. Yet here she was, still by his side. Always by his side.
  Slowly he leaned forward. She leaned in to meet him, her dark purple tongue tentatively testing the air. His lips touched her thin, scaled ones. He parted his lips and with a shiver he felt her thick serpentine tongue pressing against his, probing his mouth. She leaned in harder, forcing his mouth open wider and suddenly he was choking on her tongue as it slid past his uvula and down his throat. He tried to push her away, but her nimble claws fingers held his wrists tightly to her chest. He thrashed wildly, confusion and fear mingling with pain as a dozen of her tiny, re-curved retractable fangs sunk fast and deep into his lips and gums. She pressed even harder now, drawing blood that seeped in between the corners of their enmeshed mouths. Her tongue slithered past his pharynx and into his esophagus. Revulsion twisted his features as he felt her tongue undulate, pumping something inside of him. His stomach heaved and he felt lightheaded. His vision began to disintegrate and he knew he was going to faint.
  Abruptly she pulled back, her tongue snapping out of his inner organs and back into her mouth with dizzying speed. She released her hold on him and he leaned over quickly, heaving. Tears stung his eyes as he retched again and again, spitting up nothing but frothy white stomach acid and the blood from his punctured lips. The weight in his organs refused to budge and with a sick thrill of horror he realized that she had deposited her eggs into his vital organs. Short of surgery, he would not be able to force them up and out. Now he was on his knees, once again on all fours, immersed in the never-ending dust that covered the planet’s entire rocky terrain. Trembling at her clawed and scaly feet, he implored her with bleary, swollen eyes. She cocked her head, a smiling playing its way across her face as if her accosting him was nothing but pleasant. No, he dully realized, it was a trick of his increasingly disordered  mind; snakes always look as if they’re smiling.   She had chosen him as her temporary mate and deposited her burden—now his. He was a vessel, a means for an end, not a lover.
  Now he choked on tears rather than bile  It was her way, or rather, her kinds way. What can a reptile know of loneliness, of love? It was his folly, not hers. His mistake. He was only human, after all.

(P.S. I totally drew a picture of the Reptile gal in this short story...As well as the male version of the species. I'll post 'em soon, promise!)

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Corrupted .Mov file---can anyone out there fix it? [Jun. 4th, 2012|02:32 am]
I was able to fix the file using this tool:


All I need to repair is the one file (it's approximately 4 minutes) and I feel $39 is a bit steep (I only need to use it once, not five times).

If anyone can do this for me I will gladly compensate them with a mixture of art, buttons and/or $$.

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Domestic Violence!! [Jul. 23rd, 2011|02:28 pm]
My sibling's band. This is probably one of my favorite songs (besides 'The Clap')

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FYID Coloring CONTEST 2011 [Jun. 30th, 2011|03:19 am]
This coloring contest is open to everyone and anyone.
Color this image in any way you see fit (including the background). Make sure that you coloring is original in nature and not based off of any pre-existing character or fursona. This image is intended to be placed on a button so look sharp and think round!


One entry per user/person is allowed.
Entries must be posted to this lj entry or emailed to bawksbuttons@yahoo.com by JULY 30th
The winners will be posted publicly. The 1st Place winner will have their entry sold on Bawk's Buttons with their username/artist name as well as a link to their site/gallery featured on said website.
Prizes are as follow:
1st Place - Custom character headshot button, a free button of your submitted entry, and TWO free pre-made buttons from Bawk's Buttons
2nd Place - A free button of your submitted entry, and TWO free pre-made buttons from Bawk's Buttons
3rd Place - A free button of your submitted entry, and ONE free pre-made buttons from Bawk's Buttons
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Half-and-Half 2/2 [Jun. 26th, 2011|07:46 pm]
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This is quite the fetishistic commission. not my usual thing, but thatdogsakiller can more than muster it!


Fun fact: this artist is the significant other of the previous artist, and i adore both of their respective styles :D
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Half-and-Half 1/2 [Jun. 26th, 2011|07:41 pm]
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I've got KFC drawings by the bushel and it's about time that I start posting them. first up is a chibi KFC by dmb.


KFC can be a bit timid at times, and dmb has captured it perfectly. The wing-like hands make it even more picture-perfect.
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Wanna Make Your OWN Buttons & Some Cash? [May. 31st, 2011|01:35 pm]
If you want to do button commissions I'll lend you my services and mint/mail 'em out for you.
the 'fee' for this service is $1 per button (material costs) and shipping (you should include both these costs in your initial commission price). I'll even advertise your button commission services for free on my website.

For people artists interested in doing this, I suggest is that you have at least 1-3 examples for posting (which I'll mint for you and mail to you at your request).
Keep the button designs you make in the round or use this template (background extends to the black line, design to the red) for maximum button-fitting power.

I WILL NOT hold the copyright to any of your images. I WILL NOT redistribute, remake, edit, or sell your button to others. I don't get the money from the commissioner---that is up to you. All I request is to be sent the $1 fee + shipping if you want me to ship it. If you can churn out art like a pro, you can design a whole bunch and I can ship the lot to you and you can mail them out yourself (thus dropping the shipping fees). I don't know how to make it any clearer because clearly I talk too much :o

EMAIL ME at bawksbuttons@yahoo.com or comment here for more info, OR if you have any questions.

Also, you're 'ad' on my site will look something similar to this: http://bawksbuttons.tripod.com/FA.html
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Writer's Block: Revenge of the midnight movie [May. 26th, 2011|08:04 am]

What is your favorite cult film, and why?

Oh silly children of LJ, Twilight is NOT a cult movie!

Coonskin aka StreetFight and The Killer Tongue are far superior. As is Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Brother From Another Planet, and Lo. They will also fuck your shit up and warp your tiny, tragic brain :)
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