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ArtFight attack on Dexbasson! 💜💜💜

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Hey there. Some of y'all might seen this meme somewhere.

I know most of the bands from the list and.... yeah, it is and it isn't "clown music" at the same time. Is it weird music tho? Heck yeah.

Here's some of the tracks from artists/bands mentioned. Give it a listen, maybe it's your thing, maybe it's not. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hope this was fun to listen for someone out there. And, if y'all want some more music, check out these guys! Elysian Tunes

Foxhide FSE

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I can share a crumb of music here's a theme the composer Dexbasson did for me! I think its fitting for the start gives it a good ambience.

You all should check him out if you're into chiptune or overall cool oc themes! He made one for my main oc and it was glorious!! Still gotta do an animatic with it ;v; Here's other places you all can find him!

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Casper- Coyote pelt

Eaf- arctic fox 

Solrev- silver fox 

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Fanart de Foxhide, com o novo redesign do Biohazard, inspirado em Ghost in the Shell Ouça Rebuild - B.I.O-2 : foxhide.bandcamp.com/album/rebuild @foxhide_music

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#maximumoverdrive #truck #king #movie #goblin #digitalart #illustration #car #personalproject #instaart #topcreator #1page1day #romannovak #foxhide

[beingatoaster]

Instead of going to the gym today, I sat down and dumped out some backstory for my polite bird scientist. >_> Fsssh worked in a tavern for most of his childhood, but he had to get hired somehow....

There was someone banging around in Luggub's trash bin.

He wouldn't mind so much--it was trash, he'd already thrown it out--except collection was tomorrow, and the trash collectors were a gang of scruffy little goblins who liked nothing so much as to gleefully report non-regulation bin arrangements to their hobgoblin superiors, who in turn would charge a fine. Luggub had run into it before, back when he'd been new enough to the business that he hadn't known to keep his drunks out of his back alley. Besides, he'd put a gate on the alley after that, so no one should've been able to get back there to bang around in his bin in the first place.

Abandoning for a moment his tea and his ledgers, Luggub hauled himself out of his chair. His stiff hip protested the motion, and he groaned, reaching down to rub it before picking up his crossbow. It was too damn cold in the winter around here for a broken-up old veteran like him.

Limping down the stairs, Luggub considered whether he should wake up one of the scullery brats or servants to go check out the bin for him. He was no longer as young as he used to be, and if this was another monster intrusion into the city, Luggub was the worst possible vanguard to meet it. But if it was a monster intrusion, there'd be horns blowing already--the young blood on the walls might be effete, spoiled wastrels who'd never faced a real enemy, nothing like his generation, but they were from the Foxhide Banner, and they weren't that blind.

Besides, he might be a fat old man, but he was still a hobgoblin. He couldn't have the staff whispering that he was too scared to go out and shoot a damn raccoon.

With only a pause to toss a cloak around his shoulders, Luggub strode out into the alley, his crossbow cocked. "Look here, you scallywag!"

He stopped in place. All the sound of banging had ceased as soon as he'd shouted, of course. The bin, which he'd expected to be tipped over and spilling, was still upright. But the lid was ajar by about a foot, which meant.... Luggub strode over and pointed his crossbow in, pulling the lid the rest of the way off to get a good view of the culprit.

A small, bird-like creature sat in the bottom of the bin, staring up at him with beady black eyes. It cowered away from the point of his crossbow, trying to bury itself in the trash, as if scraps of potato peel and ruined bedding were going to keep a bolt off.

"Fucking birdfolk," Luggub growled. "What'd you do, fall in?"

"Fall in," the kenku repeated, in eerie echo.

Damn, it was a tiny one. Luggub didn't know how birdfolk counted ages, but this one looked patchy all over, like it was still growing out of its pinfeathers, and it was maybe a quarter of the size of most of the adults he'd seen. Not a baby, but still a brat for sure.

"Where the fuck's your parents?" Luggub asked. "Or your flock, or whatever. They're gonna owe me for damages if they want your feathery little butt back."

"Where's parents?" the kenku echoed, Luggub's bass growl sounding particularly strange out of that thin throat, and then shook its head emphatically and spoke in a squeakier voice. "No. No, no. Not here!"

"Sucks for you," Luggub said, unsympathetic. You couldn't walk down the damn street without tripping over some piteous orphan or another. Goblins and bugbears and humans, of course--a hobgoblin's banner took care of their dependents, and halflings seemed to have good instincts about that sort of thing--and birdfolk, too, plenty of them.

Though not so much lately, Luggub thought. He hadn't seen them much, and he'd heard something about that, some kind of disease ravaging the kenku-

In a second he was across the alley, his back pressed against the wall of the building opposite, crossbow still aimed at the bin. "You aren't sick, are you?"

"No!" the squeaky voice piped emphatically from inside the bin. "It got better! You can't catch that plague twice."

That was two different voices mixed together, but the second sentence came in a Foxhide accent, which was reassuring. If it came from someone in the banner, then it might not be certain, but it was as close to the truth as they were able.

"Fine, then, I won't shoot you," Luggub said. "Now get the fuck out of there, and then get the fuck out of here. Trash collectors will be by in the morning."

"Get the fuck out," the kenku repeated obediently, scrambling up over the edge of the bin.

It took it three tries to get over the edge, and when it finally did, it fell onto the ground in a heap of tangled limbs and bent feathers. Not much in the way of clothes, Luggub noticed, just a ragged wrap, now irretrievably stained by contact with the bin's contents. It was a skinny little stick of a bird, Luggub saw as it struggled to its feet, but it managed to stand without wobbling. Looking up at the walls to either side, the kenku made a mournful whistling sound.

"I'll let you out if you promise you won't come back again. Otherwise I'm leaving you for the trash collectors," Luggub said, starting to trudge towards the metal gate at the alley's end. Then he reached for his key ring and stopped, realizing that it wasn't there. "Fuck. I'll go get the keys. Don't you touch the bin."

As he climbed the steps to the back door, he heard tiny feet scratching in the snow right behind him.

"This is yours?" the kenku asked, in a conciliatory voice.

"Yeah, it's my fucking tavern," Luggub said. "Don't you try to come inside, you've got shit on your feathers."

The kenku made a distressed sound. "Don't come inside."

"Right," Luggub said, pushing the door open. "I don't want to have to badger those lazy good-for-nothings that call themselves a staff into cleaning up your mess. It's hard enough getting them to do the work they already have."

He trudged up the stairs back to his office, grumbling under his breath the whole time. There was no sound at all from the servant's quarters, even though those rooms shared their outside wall with the alley--the lazy fuckers probably wouldn't even wake up for an alarm horn, never mind some banging on the other side of the wall. Luggub would pick out a couple of them to thrash for inattention in the morning. They'd probably miss a fire in the kitchen too, sleeping that deeply.

When he returned with the key, the kenku was scrubbing at itself with snow, its soiled wrap draped halfway over the edge of the bin. It looked up at him as he arrived, spread its arms wide, and said, "Cleaning up!"

It hadn't done the worst job in the world, Luggub thought, though he looked with distaste on the torn-up snow it had fouled in its efforts. It looked like it had rolled around in the alley at first, before standing up and scrubbing at the more stubborn bits. And now it was wet with snow and shivering. Little idiot was going to freeze before the winter was out, Luggub could tell.

"Yeah, yeah, you cleaned up," he said, heading back towards the gate. "Good job."

"Good job," the kenku repeated, sarcastic drawl and all, and trotted after him. "Good job cleaning up. Do the work? Staff?"

Luggub turned around and looked at the bird in disbelief. "Are you asking me for a job?'

"I'm asking for a job," the kenku repeated, wobbling between his voice and another's and then tacking on with a medley of other words. Damn thing must have been rehearsing this while it was scrubbing down. "I work hard, I'm not a lazy good-for-nothing. I stay clean. I can't catch that plague twice. I'll do anything."

The last sentence was desperate, pleading, with a scratchy goblin's voice--Luggub wondered where the bird had overheard that one. But the string of words, scrubbed of their disparate tones and voices, came together into a decent argument. Luggub stopped and spent a second considering. He only had a couple workers he trusted anyway, and a kenku couldn't be worse than a goblin about pilfering. Plus, this kid didn't sound like it had many other options, and that was always a good position to be in as an employer.

"I'm not going to pay you," he said finally. "You get room and board, so long as you work hard and don't slack off. No complaining, no stealing from me, no getting caught stealing from the customers. And if anyone else gets sick, I'll wring your neck and dump you back in the bin for good. You get that?"

"Room and board, work hard, no stealing," the kenku child said. "Yes. Yes, good."

"Right," Luggub said. "I'll go get one of the scullery brats up to give you a real bath before you take a step into my inn. Sit tight right here while I get them. And once they're done, they can show you around the kitchen, let you know what work you should be doing. I'm not a bad boss, if you do your damn work."

"I'll do my damn work," the kenku said, wobbling between voices again. As Luggub stomped away he heard it saying to itself, softly, "Not a bad boss. Not bad at all."

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Don't wanna sleep anywhere else. #appalachia #livinginthewoods #ratshack #foxhide #bedside

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Dexa-Fēng

came across another one of those sketches of my ocs inspired by bleach characters

also did a bit of fancy lighting on this one

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little chiptune single

og picture by ShenzaiBird @ https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57396317/

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little headshot of the kitties that i also used for a cover for the single ive just finished.

i'll post it here soon

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I'm open for commissions! dm me here, or on discord/telegram if you're interested

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NOW LOADING!

pseudo loading screen for a pseudo game hehe

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New OC THRES

He is very disappointed in you gamers

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THEY DRAW UPON THE BOOKS OF FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE

been thinking of making a dark fantasy AU with my chars not gonna develop it much, its just that i've been playing a lot of Quake mappacks with the Arcane Dimensions mod and i got inspired.

ALTS! clean version so you can actually see them and quake compatible version (which i hope the compression doesnt ruin it cuz its 500px)

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DJ-Kicks 1999

inspired by the Kemistry and Storm cover