" You're Never Leaving Here Alive."

"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 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?"

SUP LITTLE BITCH BOY

RAAAAAAHHH

-Freddy

Sup pizzaface

So um…Freddy found out you gave me his number…🧍🏼

"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?"

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

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.

A bit busy, so request are coming in slow (math exams</3)

So while yall wait for the ask to be drawn

I offer you

Mun vs muse

Two unders trans umbrella fellas

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