It Seems Youve Landed Yourself A Blind Date With A Dead By Daylight Character! Why Dont You Open The

"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?"

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

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?"

You know I had to do it

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?"

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?

Mun here

I OFFER QRT

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

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)