"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?"
STOP MAKING THIS THREAD SAD, MY DOG IS LOOKING AT ME AND IM BOUT TO CRY ON HIM
In the dog world, humans are elves that routinely live to be 500+ years old.
I love them sm
@disasters-of-dbd
Drew some lobo and Quentin -Mun
Some recent art I've done!!!
(Also my commissions are open, please commission me I need money and I've been applying to jobs)
" 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
What if i did a little bite and chew on the batface
Bat-face scribbles.
You know I had to do it
From the mun
HAPPY TRANS VISIBILITY DAY!! (Its totally not the next day at 2 in the morning and i didnt even realized that there was a trans visibility day)
LOVE Y'ALL FELLOW TRANS FOLKS<3
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?"
PRANKED BY MICHAEL MYERS?! -mun
Ooh, spooky~
**Click on picture to enlarge it!**
Because you guys liked the first one (wow thanks lol), here’s another birthday game.
I predict misery or good-fortune in your future…