“Magic, Huh?”, Quentin Rested His Head On The Table And Swirls

Quentin hummed amusingly at lobo question as he watched the wolf drank.

"I'm not sure. Im surprised at myself for even being able to bounce back instead of deflating"

He chuckled and took a sip of its drink

"I keep looking out for hope that oneday I'll get out of here and be reunited with someone i love dearly.."

Quentin looks out into space for a bit then turned their attention to lobo once more

"Outlaw? What did you do to deserve such title?" he tilt it head slightly to the left

"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?"

My stupid ass needs to checks blogs before following

The amount of 18+ blogs ive followed then quickly unfollow after checking is INSANE

-mun quentin

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?"

Mun quentin here

Uh

Yall

More FREDDY!

Mun quentin here

Bcuz im dirt shit poor

Im opening commissions!! Just pm me here and tell me what youd like drawn!

Ofc With how my comms. work, youll need to send me half of the price (one part not being scammed, two part to give me motivation to get the commision done asap!)

I only have cashapp

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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

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

: )

Ask and roleplaying blog for the Dead By Daylight survivor Dwight fairfield

(Tags to follow, "Dad friend Dwight//art", "Dad friend Dwight//ask", "Dad friend Dwight//ooc")

Quick mun introduction

Hello I'm the mun Quentin, I currently run two other blogs @sleepy-quentin @dreamdemonz

I the mun is 17 (turning 18 next April), if you feel uncomfortable with that respectfully block me.

Now that's done

Quick rules

1. I will try to keep constant with DBD lore (as closely as possible. however it will have some of its own content excluded from the lore)

2. This is a SFW Blog, however it may have some mild suggestive content

3. LGBTQ+ and system friendly (I see y'all systems that use the art as an alters pfp, i love y'all for that)

4. 17+, i feel icky having younge people interact with this blog

5. Dwight will be shipped with multiple people within this blog (and asking for a ship is fine, just don't make it a gross ship)

6. Dwight will talk and interacts with anyone who sends in an ask, however, I encourages other DBD blogs to interact specifically

INFO ABOUT DWIGHT

name: Dwight fairfield

Age: 23

Gender: non binary (uses he/they pronouns however)

Dwight was brought into the entity's realm when he was 22 and so far as spent a year here. He quickly earned the title "dad of the group" by basically becoming everyone's dad.

During that year he decided to grow out a moustache to play into the dad joke but now it's just became his entire personality/j

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 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?"