#ask-the-dweets

[jakebark]

❄️ happy howlidays from the entities! ❄️

feat. howl, deadeyes, dwi (@ask-the-dweets) and trinity (@ask-the-scrapper)

[drowsy-dreamwalker]

happy birthday quentin!! noes2010 released today so i like pretending its his birthday <3 i hope you guys enjoy this piece and i decided to draw some of his friends celebrating with him cause last years birthday piece had him alone LOL no but for real thank you to everyone whos wanted to interact with me i appreciate so much <3 i couldnt fit everyone in here cause theres A LOT but to those who i could fit in i hope you dont mind ;; <3

[ask-the-scrapper]

Might be a little addicted to cowboys right now. So I drew @ask-the-dweets 's Paisley and David. 8] Also bonus @jakebark​

[hyper-cryptic]

@ask-the-dweets I was thinking a lot about that one ask.

[cursed-legacy]

@ask-the-dweets​​

Elf tried, oh god did he try to bite, stab, and claw at the larger man but was pushed, parried and thrown every time. Finally after many attempts he had either calmed down or tired out. He layed on the ground from his previous attack attempt in a pile of blood, spikes, and something reminiscent of a Dwight. The orbs of blood continually being formed around him as he bled.He still said nothing beyond grunts and groans but moved his head to acknowledge The Oni's presence. And then, very slowly, he picked himself up again to sit on the ground to show his fight was gone. He truly was pathetic.

Whether this flailing and completely uncoordinated attempts of defending one’s self was from pure gumption or some unleashed animalistic desire to blindly attack at anything. Kazan had to give some credit to this pathetic prey turned hunter, attacking with all it’s might and finally submitting when it knew it was out of it’s league.

Respect had to be given to this pathetic blind creature.

“At least you are good at one thing, bleeding.”

Kazan held his hand out, palm up to collect the continuous amount of blood being released; a bit of a snack from the little amount of energy he had wasted in effortlessly thwarting the attacks. But rather than turning his heel and leaving such filling blood go to waste, Kazan marched over to the prey and minding the spikes; picked him up under his arm like one would carry a bundle of wood.

“I have better use for you than bleeding around here.”

[voiidcursed]

Blighted. | @ask-the-dweets

Ignis grimaced, coughing into his hand before wiping it on the grass. “That.. the Blight. He found me when I passed off from exerting myself after a few trials in a row.. woke up in the lab..”

They hurt, all over, and there was this constant, feral pounding in their head. “I hate.. feeling like this.. like there’s somefin in my head that’s not me..” They sink down to sit, keeping their tail wound around their waist. They don’t want to prick Fancy. Didn’t want him to feel whatever effect the Blight would have on their venom.

Their eyes kept weeping serum, it dripping onto the ground around them as their body tried to get this.. infection out of them.

[jaybark]

commission for @ask-the-dweets—i was given free reign to animal-ify the dwights and i like how it came out! fancy is a marsh deer, elf is a canadian lynx and pizza is a coyote

[alchemist-of-blight-a]

@ask-the-dweets

That creepy melty face guy was watching him again... The Blight? He definitely wasn't a stalking killer so what was he doing following and watching Pizza now? He doubted it was for anything good.

"Hey, could you buzz off?" Pizza addressed the Blight directly "Your whole creepy stalker thing isn't really working. I can see you."  

It took a bit for Talbot to realized that he was being acknowledged, he unstuck his nose from his notes and glanced to this ‘Pizza’. The mutated Alchemist wasn’t trying to hide, after all his reputation tended to precede him. It was all to see how this one would react to this presence now that he already had watched him when Talbot was really trying to observe his candid moments alone or interacting with the other ones like himself that were turned into hunters.

So far, Pizza did not fear him. Was it from a lack of knowledge of Talbot? Did Pizza’s companions not warn him or was he kept in blissful ignorance even when they faced off in the hunt to bring a hearty bounty to the One above. Or maybe he was confident that he would not be touched by the likes of Talbot.

Silly hunter, in the end; they all fell to him; stuck upon his examination table ready to watch the serum’s effects upon their bodies.

Talbot snapped the journal laying upon his open palm shut, his five fingers drummed on the cover in a rhythmic motion; clutching the bound pages tight. Putting his things away in his worn burnt satchel, he leaned upon his cane; fingers fidgeting in excitement and shook his head at Pizza.

He would not buzz off.

Not when there were specimens to be watched under his careful eyes.