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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?"

Mun here

I'mma share a weird religious experience of mine that happens everytime im in a church to simoly see if anyone else is able to actually relate

I cannot enter any religious place without feeling like I'm actually on fire

Like

Wearing crosses and holding the Bible is fine, I can do that with no issue

But it's entering chrush buildings etc

I feel like im burning, hot fire burning mainly my back and throat

But the feeling is everywhere just less severe

ever since I was a little kid going to church this would happen, is there any explanation for this phyonimom that isn't "oh you have th case of the devil!" "you need to go turn to my God"

I'm not dealing with that shit, I do believe in God just not Christianity's god

Quentin smiled softly and pressed his cheek to Lobo's head

'Holy fucking shit'

The teen buzzed with joy, there was truly nothing softer than lobo it seems.

He took notice of Lobo's tail wagging and let out a breathy chuckle

(I promise I didn't forget about this, I just suck at coming up with good lines to write, it's been years since I've lasted rp with someone sjsjs)

"Hi" came the deep, simple and rusty voice from the canine mouth of Lobo, staring at Quentin with his bright red eyes beneath the black hood of his poncho. He grinned, teeth flashing slightly while the wind brushed ghostly through his white fur.

He just found Quentin in the bar of Mount Ormond, leaning in the doorway, slightly leaned forward interested in the other one.

"May you want some company of the old wolf I am? I won't bite... probably." He asked with a vibrating voice.

The teenager looks in the direct on where the voice was heard. He slightly tilt his head.

"I dont mind if you join, if you bite I'll bite back bud" it chuckled. Looking into the fellows red eyes, "So where did you come from?"

Some recent art I've done!!!

(Also my commissions are open, please commission me I need money and I've been applying to jobs)

Covered the bed in spikes then it's perfect -Quentin

//They having fun -mun//

You know I had to do it

RULES & INFO

Okay, Hello! These are just some quick rules and info bout this blog!

A quick intro, artist name is quentin (or poe as a nickname) and thats all you need to know bout the artist, you can ask the artist question (just say "Hey poe -insert ask here-"

MOVING ON FROM THAT!

About the blog

ITS AN ART BLOG WOOOO

16+ folks. There might be suggestive themes and ask but they wont EVER go into 18+ category

This is also a dbd and elm street blog,

You can ask for different characters to talk to BUT this is mainly a quentin blog!

You can ask for ships, but I ain't doing anything like freddy x nancy or x quentin, ya nasty

I will rp sometimes in this blog

INFO ON QUENTIN

Some info bout quentin in this blog

Quentin is 19 in this blog

5'8

He/they/it pronouns

Demiboy

Bisexual

ADHD and tism

" You're never leaving here alive."

Quentin didn't take the clown seriously

if you could get out of the entity's realm, what is the first thing you would do?

"I miss her so much.." -quentin

Pssst- *holds up a purple flashlight and purple medkit* Wanna be a menace and help me steal Albert’s glasses?

There was an attempt