#pizza dwight

[ask-the-dweets]

Some cozy boys by the fire during the cold season!

[ask-the-scrapper]

David likes helping Pizza get some sleep, but it helps him a lot too. Kind of a later continuation of @ask-the-dweets comic?

[askgogglesdwight]

Rumor has it...

That you share a campfire with three other Dwights .

This is sort of true, my campfire is connected to a second campfire and that campfire is owned by 3 other Dwights who are pretty close friends with each other.. I have been starting to hang out with them more now that my Entity gave me the ask box. @ask-the-dweets

[ask-the-dweets]

Pizza is once again here and even more visible than usual to celebrate Trans Day of Visibility!

Wasn’t sure I wanted to redraw last year’s pic because I didn’t think I had improved that much. Happy to see some visible improvement though!

[ask-the-scrapper]

Wall

Pizza was wandering around the main area rather aimlessly. He had hoped he could spot some friends in the crowds of people but it was difficult with everyone hiding their faces.

That was until he spotted someone leaning against the wall, looking rather upset. Or maybe that was the mask, it seemed to have a permanent glare... More than likely a bit of both "David?" Pizza asked as he approached.

Realizing that only asking the other man's name as a greeting was probably rude, he also added "Oh! It- it's Dwight, uh, Pizza... uhm, D-Dwight of the Pizza variety?" The only reason he didn't smack himself in the face for being an idiot is that it was already covered by his mask. "I-I thought you might be ssomeone I know? It's hard to tell with the masks."

@ask-the-dweets

David was definitely scowling a bit before Pizza had walked over to him. He wasn't all that good at hiding his bad mood while he eyed everyone else in the crowd. The mask wasn't doing him any favors. His attention wasn’t on anyone in particular until he saw someone walk up to him.

His tense frown only seemed to loosen up a bit when the man in red gave the explanation on who he was. The glare on the mask didn't do much to help make him look less upset, but his mouth wasn't in a harsh frown at least. He actually managed to soften his shoulders a bit. "Yeah- Ya found the right guy." The scrapper gave a shrug. "I don't blame ya for not bein' sure…"

He spoke in a slightly more playful tone. "Wouldn't 'ave known ya were 'Dwight of the Pizza variety' if ya 'adn't said so..” He cleared his throat. “You uh.. ‘ave a chance to ‘ave any ‘fun’ yet or..?"

[ask-the-dweets]

Elf had been wandering through the forest on the way back to camp when he happened upon Jake collapsed on the ground.

Odd, Jake didn't look particularly comfortable and normally if he was at their campfire he was spending time with Fancy wasn't he? Elf himself wasn't very fond of this asshole being anywhere near their camp in the first place but something had to be wrong, which... nothing was necessarily right in the fog but this was more off than usual.

The man was relatively obscured by the darkness of the forest but Dwight could make out flecks of blight glowing on Jake's skin, and what seemed to be blood too. Other than that though, he looked fine, no actual wounds, no mutations. Maybe he had been off sticking his nose in somewhere he shouldn't... for the bazillionth time.

He debated on trying to wake the man himself, or maybe just leave him there all together, but decided against it. Maybe it was a trap of some sort? He really didn't know this Jake very well considering they were nearly always at each other's throats. Maybe this was some stupid weird thing this Jake did sometimes... looking practically collapsed on the ground... Whatever. It really wasn't any of his business, he'd go get the others and figure out what to do. Even if he was injured he should heal now that he was at a survivor camp, and Elf could only hold so much sympathy for the unconscious bastard.

He took note of where Jake was and hurried to the campfire to find the other two Dwights.

"Hey Fancy, Pizza. Did either of you guys know Jake was here?" Elf asked as he came out of the bushes and walked through the clearing to the fire.

"Jake? L-like wolf Jake?" Pizza asked

"Yeah, he's collapsed in the forest back there." Elf pointed in the direction he had come from "I didn't know if that was a normal thing or..."

Both Fancy and Pizza looked confused, no neither of them knew Jake was here, their confusion slowly turned more into worry, especially on Fancy's part.

"He's-he's collapsed out there?"

"I guess? Sure didn't look like he fell asleep like that."

Fancy stood up and walked towards the forest, "Could you, uhm, please show me where he is? I want to- to make sure he's okay."

"Yeah of course"

Pizza got up too and decided to tag along, extra help might be good if needed... Or an extra pair of eyes when they go out into the forest. It was never something he did on his own, the woods never felt very safe.

They didn't have to walk very far to make it back to where Elf had left the man. Still there, still out cold. "Well... he's not dead, thank goodness." Fancy said as he checked on Jake. The other two Dwights stayed farther back and surveyed the forest.

"He doesn't normally do this does he?"

"What? No, what?" Elf's question was partially sarcastic, Fancy assumed anyway, but it still left him bewildered. "Maybe we should uh, get him to the fire? He's- he might just need some rest. It looks like he's been through something."

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Jake’s consciousness flitted in and out as he was released, picked up and transported. For the most part, he was a lolling dead weight, unmoving even where he was left on the ground. Even after he roused from his unconscious state, he was unmoving. His eyes opened and warily assessed his surroundings, but that gave him no answers. There were trees. Same as anywhere else in this hellish fog.

He didn’t know how long he lay there, with no way to tell and no way to know how many times he’d drifted back into unconsciousness, before he finally had the strength to move again. His body felt exhausted and sore, his hands still hurting and his wrists feeling raw from the restraints, but it wasn’t the… worst pain ever. Moreso just the stiffness of overworked muscles and joints, than any pain he would expect to linger from the serum. The most noticeable, piercing pain was still in his spine, where he’d been injected. But even that was… tolerable, in a way he almost felt it shouldn’t be.

As he slowly pushed himself onto his elbows, and then his knees, and then, unsteadily, further up, he couldn’t help the cold dread that crept into his heart and up his throat. He had been injected with the blight—with the same thing that turned killers into monsters. Had turned Fancy into… that. But it hadn’t seemed to do anything. He looked down at his shaky hands; the one he had bit down on to break was stained with blood mixed with glistened gold, but that was it. No monstrous claws, no undulating tumors, no glow of vibrant veins beneath his skin. Just… his hands, injured and scarred and a little bloody, but otherwise normal.

He started walking very slowly, aimlessly at first. He thought about going to camp. That would be his best bet, remaining alone until he was snatched up for a trial and hoping death could reset whatever had been done to him… but his thoughts wandered. Grew distracted. They settled on Fancy, on Icarus. His stomach turned; he needed to let Fancy know. He needed to warn them.

The Fog coalescing around him wasn’t an entirely intentional choice. He was still heavily dazed and walking slowly, off-balance and uncertain of his own footsteps, but his focus didn’t need to be where he was walking. The Fog rose up to meet him, consuming before it cleared away again as quickly as it had appeared, and the woods looked no different. Jake knew where he was, and he followed the golden light of the campfire in the distance.

Exhaustion wore at him. The campfire was close enough, but it still felt so damn far. He couldn’t even properly see the clearing yet, and it had nothing to do with the fogginess of his vision. He groaned and paused, leaning against a tree for a moment so that he could get his bearings. Jake started to try and raise his voice to call out to Fancy, or any of them really, but his voice died in his throat. He couldn’t muster up the breath to shout.

“Fuck,” he breathed softly, closing his eyes and resting his head against the cool bark of the tree. Nauseating vertigo hit him and he swayed, grimacing uncomfortably. It was getting harder to keep his balance—and then he lost it entirely, slipping to the ground after a stumbling step, muscles loosening and contracting in all the wrong ways. He was on his hands and knees for a few moments before those gave out too.

An exhausted whine left him, rattling in his throat. His limbs would barely listen to him.

God, he was so close.

[arindaver-art]

Have a great day, ppl.

(Fun fact: Had to flip my canvas halfway through cause two of these guys are European. Cars are weird.)

[shmoodles]

dbd if it were awesome

[bodiesinourcellar]

got these cards back in january to have something cool to put in my phone case- i have the one with fritz looking through the window in rn.

[pinguinmitbrille]

Art Fight entry for the dear @1darkodraco1 aka @drakomod of their lovely weird lil cats dweet imps. I adore them so much :')

[ask-the-dweets]

By the way that Jake had stared at them, for far too long, the Dwights gathered this was not a common occurrence for him. To be fair, it wasn’t a common occurrence for most people. They had gotten pretty used to people being weirded out by three of the same guy walking around together. They would have been too, if it wasn’t just daily life for them at this point. Honestly they were more like brothers to each other, maybe triplets, than three of the same person.

“Oh okay! Well thankyou, Jake.” Fancy smiled. Ah darn, no nickname but that was to be expected when so few were in similar situations to the Dwights. They could always figure something out later if it came down to it.

Having sufficiently introduced themselves, they fell into a comfortable silence, as they started picking away at the food on their plate. Occassionally swapping snacks between themselves. Food was always one of the big highlights for events like this, well there was a lot of highlights, but food was one of the top ones. It was so rare for them to have much of anything at their campfire. Of course they didn’t need to eat anymore but it was one of those things that you start to miss pretty quickly when you can’t do it. Maybe that's why it slipped their mind that a simple introduction might not have been enough.

Seat

Fancy, Elf, and Pizza had grabbed themselves some food from the buffet but had only realized afterward that all of the tables were occupied, and the outer edge of the dining area was also rather full. Spotting a fox masked man alone at a booth they thought it might be worth a shot to see if he would allow them to sit there. Hopefully he wouldn't mind their company.

"Sorry, is it alright if we sit here?" Fancy asked when they approached the fox masked man"The tables- theyr'e, uhm, all full right now." He explained "We hoped- We were hoping we could eat here, if it's okay with you." @ask-the-dweets

Jake looked up from his plate of food, freezing as not one but three people approached his table. His first instinct was to ask them to sit somewhere else, but a glance around proved all the other tables were full. Again.

Welp.

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[eemoo1o-animoo]

I just imagine Claude going into disturbing, intense descriptions of vaguely correlating subject matters (gorish or sexual) whenever he wants Alois to stop doing something.

[ask-the-dweets]

An interaction between Pizza and David, a while after he returned from being a killer and reconnected/reconciled with David. 

[askgogglessteve]

Cozy boys!! @ask-the-dweets

"Get him!" Steve was very confused as he was tackled from behind and dragged away from his campfire by the Dwight trio.. "Umm what?" Elf snickered and tickled his boyfriends side.. " We got a really cool present for Christmas and your going to share it with us." he explained. They dropped him near one of the logs near their campfire.. and pulled out the largest blue blanket he'd ever seen, it also had white snowflakes printed all over it... Pizza was super excited.. "Feel how soft it is.." Steve touched it.. "Wow thats crazy.." Fancy nodded "I know right?"

The Dwights squished Steve into the middle of the group and they all wrapped the blanket around themselves and cuddled up close.. Steve laughed as he absorbed the warmth from his friends and his boyfriend. "You guys are so funny and this is so nice.." he leans against Elf and starts to feel a little sleepy. @ask-the-dweets

[ask-the-dweets]

"Aah!!" He reached up and grabbed at the killer's hand and arm in an attempt to relieve pressure from where his shirt was holding him up kicking at the air and wall in an attempt to get some sort of purchase. He failed, of course, and was left scrabbling at the wall where he was pinned.

He hadn't thought this through at all, because he could hardly think! He was panicking, what little hope he might have had at living this encounter was quickly leaving him. Especially at the sight of the bloody faced, very pissed off naga. "Y-y-you seem too know mee, b-b-but I don't kno-ow you!" He tried, near whimpered. His arms weren't nearly strong enough to hold his own weight for any prolonged amount of time causing his muscles to burn painfully. He puffed at the air, struggling to breathe from his own heart threatening to beat out of his chest and the pain from being tossed around and over exerting himself.

"I-I wass ju-ust passing through! I just- agh! P-please, they don't wa-ant me b-ba-ack at the campfiire I'm just looking fffor somewhere to g-go!" If nothing else he at least had to try save his own life. As pathetic of an attempt as it was.

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Where the hell was this little bitch? Simon was beginning to grow frustrated the more he searched, his brow furrowed as his tongue flickered wildly. He’d checked in almost every nook and cranny in the area, but he still hadn’t found the pizza boy. A piercing hiss escaped his throat as he thumped the ground with his tail in anger. He was gonna lose it if he didn’t find the little fucker soon.

Luck was on his side though as he flickered his tongue again, this time in the direction of a lone locker standing against one of the walls. The scent was strong, stronger than it was anywhere else. He had to be in there, there was no doubt about it. A toothy grin plastered itself across Simon’s face as he slithered over to the locker, drool dripping from his lips as he flicked his tongue again.

“Gotcha, you little bastard.”

[paulpingminho]