"If You Don't Like The Nickname I Can Find You A New One" Quentin Chuckled As He Rest His Head Ontop

RULES & INFO

Okay, Hello! These are just some quick rules and info bout this blog!

A quick intro, artist name is quentin (or poe as a nickname) and thats all you need to know bout the artist, you can ask the artist question (just say "Hey poe -insert ask here-"

MOVING ON FROM THAT!

About the blog

ITS AN ART BLOG WOOOO

16+ folks. There might be suggestive themes and ask but they wont EVER go into 18+ category

This is also a dbd and elm street blog,

You can ask for different characters to talk to BUT this is mainly a quentin blog!

You can ask for ships, but I ain't doing anything like freddy x nancy or x quentin, ya nasty

I will rp sometimes in this blog

INFO ON QUENTIN

Some info bout quentin in this blog

Quentin is 19 in this blog

5'8

He/they/it pronouns

Demiboy

Bisexual

ADHD and tism

SUP LITTLE BITCH BOY

RAAAAAAHHH

-Freddy

Sup pizzaface

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

: )

Any survivors that you like? Any survivors that you hate?

I mean

I like steve the most, dont really hate anyone

-Quentin

(Ive been struggling to draw for thos im sorry)

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

Drew some lobo and Quentin -Mun

Alr so some quick stuff from the mun quentin

I need to get my grades up or else im screwed

So i wont be as active (as if i was active??? Lmao)

You can still ask stuff itll just take longer than usual

“Magic, huh?”, quentin rested his head on the table and swirls

“I suppose that makes sense. What’s your name bud? I’m quentin, quentin smith”, the teen smiled and offered his hand for wolf to shake

"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?"