Mun Here

Quentin smiles and place their drink down.

It placed his hand behind lobos ear and start softly petting him, letting out an also inaudible chuckle.

It didnt expect the fur to feel so soft.

Quentin soon started to pet lobo with both hands, one scratching behind his ear and the other rubbing near lobos snout slowly.

Quentin felt as if they were in floof heaven

"I think youre the softest thing I've ever pet! This is amazing" they quietly mumbles

"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?"

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 everything." 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?"

I love them sm

@disasters-of-dbd

Drew some lobo and Quentin -Mun

" You're never leaving here alive."

Quentin didn't take the clown seriously

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

(SHAKES AND BITES THE ARTIST!!! /AFF)

also for nancy! What do you remember last with freddy?

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?"

Some recent art I've done!!!

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

hey, quentin! how is nancy doing? and, you know, freddy?

: )