Drew Some Lobo And Quentin -Mun

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

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?"

My stupid ass needs to checks blogs before following

The amount of 18+ blogs ive followed then quickly unfollow after checking is INSANE

-mun quentin

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 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?

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

//They having fun -mun//

Mun quentin here

Bcuz im dirt shit poor

Im opening commissions!! Just pm me here and tell me what youd like drawn!

Ofc With how my comms. work, youll need to send me half of the price (one part not being scammed, two part to give me motivation to get the commision done asap!)

I only have cashapp

👍

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)

"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?"