Quentin Smith - Blog Posts

“Thanks, Amanda. It means a lot. I can’t even sleep in those few moments of peace we have at that camp fire,” he let out an exhausted sigh, and forced a smile back towards her.

“I didn’t think it took much to put those things on with how easily you slap them on us,” Quentin folded his arms over each other, hugging himself. The teen listened to her speak, liking the idea of having a self defence weapon like that hidden blade Amanda shoved into the survivors.

“I like your idea.. but I’m just worried that blade is going to do much in the dream realm..” he paused, thinking for a bit, and just let out a defeated sigh.

“I actually have no idea if that trap would even do anything. Back before I was here, my friend Nancy and I pulled Krueger out of his dream realm and we cut his head off.. but he only came back later to haunt us again. I just don’t know how effective any of this would be.”

Quentin truly appreciated the help. He never really understood why Amanda treated him so nicely, but he never truly questioned it.

“Hey, Amanda.. Can I borrow one of your traps? Krueger’s been fucking with me outside of the trials again and its getting unbearable..”

"You already know the answer to that, but just in case you don’t, it's yes." She said with a smile at him, her hand coming to tap up along the side of her face.

"Though I think you're gonna need my help getting it on him, we haven't really had the one-on-one time for me to show you how to put it on properly. But even if I did show you how to do it, it still takes time, time Krueger won't give you or me willingly." She said with thought, carefully thinking how Quentin could put one of her traps to use. "You don't have my summoning power ether so maybe... we start with something a little more lightweight for you kiddo. I got plenty of weapons for you to choose from, and I'd be willing to let you borrow one of my hidden blades for some surprise defense." Amanda offered, more willing to help Quentin than she would any other person. She felt for the kid seeing as she was aware of what type of relationship he shared with Freddy.

It helped Quentin also looked a lot like another curly haired brunette she had to watch over once...

How’s your sleep coming?

“How do you think, you asshole.”

[I’m gonna reopen my ask box and try this again]

Icon Asks Are Now Open!

hehe quentin gun

i updated my quentin’s look cause of his facial rework :))

so here’s a thing… i have the hots for apocalypse AUs

and some dbd headcanons!

this also exists hi

happy pride you cuties :) <3

take my version of killer quentin <3

i bring more art!!

boom bam enjoy

HUMA HUMA THIS IS JUST FOR FUN

Frank(the legion): -strums a ukulele while pointing at Quentin- i love you BITCH

Quentin: who are you?

Frank(the legion): -strums the ukulele with his foot- I’M NEVER GOING TO STOP LOVING YOU QUENCHING

Huh

Ooc I think,but the more I eat pieces of bread the more I want to ship frank with uh -cough cough- Quentin together its like a weird depressed couple thing and I happen to like gay depressed couples so uh yeah

Idk how it would work anybody got an ideas?

I just think it would be strange ship but nice to the eye

English what is english?

I’d read this. Any fics? Feed me! Feed me please! I haven’t had a new fixation in months and I’m starting to panic

Fuckign uhhhh,,,,au where Quentin gets a little too chummy with the Legion and the Entity ends up vibe checking him and changing his role to that of a killer. So he has Feral Frenzy.

Frank is thrilled. Quentin is horrified.

" You're never leaving here alive."

Quentin didn't take the clown seriously

" 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?"

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.

Mun here

I OFFER QRT

I love them sm

@disasters-of-dbd

Drew some lobo and Quentin -Mun

Drew some lobo and Quentin -Mun

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?"

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

//They having fun -mun//

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