sleepy-quentin
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" You're never leaving here alive."
Quentin didn't take the clown seriously
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
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
"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?"
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?"
You know I had to do it
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 smiles slightly. "I can try only if you promise to wake me up if I start shaking". He said half joking
Quentin took a deep breath and rested his head on Dwight's arm.
"This may sound really fucking stupid.. But do you mind humming a lullaby? My mom used to do when I was a kid" they chuckle at the memory, remembering how his mother would cradle him in her arms and rock him, always humming some relaxing song, most of the time being songs by destiny's child.
"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?"
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.
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?"
"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?"
Mun here
Y'all wanted Steve x quentin?
No?
Too bad.
NICOLASSSSSSSSSSSSS
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!
I love them sm
@disasters-of-dbd
Drew some lobo and Quentin -Mun
Drew some lobo and Quentin -Mun
Guys. New blog coming out soon -mun
sure. (x)
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?"
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
Covered the bed in spikes then it's perfect -Quentin
//They having fun -mun//
Be smart
Organize your art in your drawing program
it seems youve landed yourself a blind date with a dead by daylight character! why dont you open the door and see who your date is?
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which door? you know :)
(btw if you get a mix tape… thats a member of the legion)
Mun Quentin here
I drew some hot babes today
Yellow Suit is @FredsNightmare on tiktok
Red suit is @swagboifreddy on tiktok
"Gwasses Pwease?"
(Please ignore the art style change, i can never keep a set one</3)
Pssst- *holds up a purple flashlight and purple medkit* Wanna be a menace and help me steal Albert’s glasses?
There was an attempt