Quentin Smiles And Place Their Drink Down.

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

//They having fun -mun//

I drew Jason!! (Ooc)

"Gwasses Pwease?"

(Please ignore the art style change, i can never keep a set one</3)

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

Its the mun quentin again and i wanted to see my height compared to slasher and

WHAT THE FUCK?! Bro im the short yn in THOSE fanfics holy shit

"If you don't like the nickname I can find you a new one" quentin chuckled as he rest his head ontop of his knees

"One part not being able to, other part of not wanting any night terrors, you know?" he smiled slightly

"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?"

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

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

"keeps my young blood from clotting? Hm"

Quentin mind started to wonder

"Is your fur soft? It looks it" he starred up into lobo's eyes and took a long sip from his drink

"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?"

SUP LITTLE BITCH BOY

RAAAAAAHHH

-Freddy

Sup pizzaface

" You're never leaving here alive."

Quentin didn't take the clown seriously