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I made another edit for my favourite Dwight ask blog ;; i love their art and the mun so much, please do not stop drawing dwight- <3
iโll be posting this to my instagram here in a few minuets.
instagram: whos.quentin
@outofcharacterdwight
Which survivors do you most enjoy encrispening (electrocuting)?
OH ALL OF THEM ARE SUCH JOYS TO.... โENCRISPENINGโ. BUT I PERSONALLY TAKE JOY DOING THAT WITH FENG AND DWIGHT!
more roblox drawing oh yeah
As Dwight sung quentin rested his head on his shoulder, smiling to himself. Soon Quentin started rocking himself front to back, in the end it didn't take long for the sleep deprived teen to drift off to sleep. Snoring lightly as his rocking stopped and he began to feel like deadweight on Dwight's shoulder.
During his slumber, strings of incomplete sentences left his mouth, sounding more like conversations youd hear taking a bus with a group of kids, meaningless topics. The warm fire soon died out, and Quentin has yet to stir awake, peacefully staying still again Dwight.
"Dwight, bigman if you will, how are you? How's life?" quentin leans on the log in front of the campfire
"Do you mind staying up with me? I kinda can't sleep... Not like I really did before hand"
The teen sat on the log with his legs close to his chest and chuck a piece of firewood into the center of the already lit makeshift fireplace
(Yippee interaction! -mun)
- @sleepy-quentin
The nickname earned Quentin a snort of a laugh and a crooked grin, "Bigman?? Since when?" Dwight settled onto the long next to the teen. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, head cocked slightly. "I've been doing good, man." The more open friendly expression traded for something a little more concerned, lines etching into his brow. "What's gotcha up ? Something going one or uh- just- not able to?"
Quentin smiles slightly. "I can try only if you promise to wake me up if I start shaking". He said half joking
Quentin took a deep breath and rested his head on Dwight's arm.
"This may sound really fucking stupid.. But do you mind humming a lullaby? My mom used to do when I was a kid" they chuckle at the memory, remembering how his mother would cradle him in her arms and rock him, always humming some relaxing song, most of the time being songs by destiny's child.
"Dwight, bigman if you will, how are you? How's life?" quentin leans on the log in front of the campfire
"Do you mind staying up with me? I kinda can't sleep... Not like I really did before hand"
The teen sat on the log with his legs close to his chest and chuck a piece of firewood into the center of the already lit makeshift fireplace
(Yippee interaction! -mun)
- @sleepy-quentin
The nickname earned Quentin a snort of a laugh and a crooked grin, "Bigman?? Since when?" Dwight settled onto the long next to the teen. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, head cocked slightly. "I've been doing good, man." The more open friendly expression traded for something a little more concerned, lines etching into his brow. "What's gotcha up ? Something going one or uh- just- not able to?"
Quentin chuckled slightly "yeah.." he took a deep breath and continue "he still invades my dreams. But at this point I can't tell if it's just me having a nightmare about him out of trials or if he's able to get into my head and spectate ๏ฟผeverything." he adjusted himself as to where he's using the log as back support, "and recently it's been only nightmares that wake me up in the middle of the night and when I fall back asleep it's another nightmare, one right after the other".
"Dwight, bigman if you will, how are you? How's life?" quentin leans on the log in front of the campfire
"Do you mind staying up with me? I kinda can't sleep... Not like I really did before hand"
The teen sat on the log with his legs close to his chest and chuck a piece of firewood into the center of the already lit makeshift fireplace
(Yippee interaction! -mun)
- @sleepy-quentin
The nickname earned Quentin a snort of a laugh and a crooked grin, "Bigman?? Since when?" Dwight settled onto the long next to the teen. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, head cocked slightly. "I've been doing good, man." The more open friendly expression traded for something a little more concerned, lines etching into his brow. "What's gotcha up ? Something going one or uh- just- not able to?"
"If you don't like the nickname I can find you a new one" quentin chuckled as he rest his head ontop of his knees
"One part not being able to, other part of not wanting any night terrors, you know?" he smiled slightly
"Dwight, bigman if you will, how are you? How's life?" quentin leans on the log in front of the campfire
"Do you mind staying up with me? I kinda can't sleep... Not like I really did before hand"
The teen sat on the log with his legs close to his chest and chuck a piece of firewood into the center of the already lit makeshift fireplace
(Yippee interaction! -mun)
- @sleepy-quentin
The nickname earned Quentin a snort of a laugh and a crooked grin, "Bigman?? Since when?" Dwight settled onto the long next to the teen. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, head cocked slightly. "I've been doing good, man." The more open friendly expression traded for something a little more concerned, lines etching into his brow. "What's gotcha up ? Something going one or uh- just- not able to?"
another old dwake drawing,, (i miss them sm im kms)
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wittle parkfield doodles i did some time ago
missing a stupid lil guy hours