If You Could Get Out Of The Entity's Realm, What Is The First Thing You Would Do?

HAH

so me shsjs-

Mun

This one goes out to all the slasher lover girlies and gays out there. You ARE built different. He WILL love you.

oc asks: childhood edition

time to unpack that backstory!

What was your muse's personality like as a kid? How has it changed since then?

Where did your muse grow up? What was their home like? Did they like where they grew up?

What did your muse's family look like? Parents, grandparents? Big or small? Who was around the house when your muse was a kid?

How was your muse's relationship with their childhood guardians? Has it changed over time, and if so, how? Do they keep in touch?

Does your muse have any siblings? What was their relationship like growing up? Is it any different now?

Did your muse have a best friend? Friends? Who did they hang out with as a kid? Are they still friends?

Did your muse have any enemies? Playground rivalries? How did that turn out?

What did your muse do in their free time? How did they entertain themself as a kid?

What was your muse's education like? Did they go to school? Did they like it?

What responsibilities did your muse have as a child? Chores? Babysitting? How good were they at fulfilling their responsibilities?

What expectations were placed on your muse as a child? Who had those expectations for your muse? How did your muse feel about them?

Did your muse go on any trips or vacations as a kid? Where did they go? How did they feel about traveling?

What did your muse want to be when they grew up? Did they have any childhood dreams, and have they achieved them?

Who was a mentor or a hero to your muse as a kid? Why did your muse look up to them and what did your muse learn from them? How is that relationship now?

What's one childhood memory that has stuck with your muse over the years? What's it significance to your muse now?

If your muse could say one thing to their childhood self, what would they say? Would your muse want to meet their childhood self in the first place?

How is your muse with kids now? Do they want kids of their own? What lessons from their childhood would they pass on to the next generation?

What's one thing that instantly transports your muse back to their childhood? Why?

Quentin smiles and slowly close his eyes.

Humming a response

His head rubs slowly came to a halt as Quentin began to grew sleepy

"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?"

Y'all wanna ask me to draw different dbd characters in these outfits? -mun

Outfit Meme by hoopla_art on Instagram!

Finally made another outfit drawing meme thing cause people liked my last one! Make sure to tag me if you draw some of these :) I’m not doing any so please don’t request #drawingmeme#outfitmeme

The sequel to their last ever popular challenge! Please credit the creator hoopla_art  and link to their challenge if you use this!! I did not make it! Thanks!

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?"

Drew some lobo and Quentin -Mun

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.

What if i did a little bite and chew on the batface

Bat-face scribbles.

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?"