#*sacrisomnia

[secondwlnd-a]

chamomile + dream aha

arm has numbed as of a half hour ago, unwilling to and without the sturdyness of heart to move the boy soundly asleep against his chest. lost, somewhere in a daze of a repeating song verse when quentin flinches against him. steve peers down, shifting as minutely as possible. a soft frown as eyebrows pinch a tense line, as dreamwalker mutters, panicked and sharp beneath his breath. indiscernible over the crackle of fire, but distinctly upset.

there’s a brief tug-of-war in his head about whether waking an insomniac is a good thing or not--whether it could even be considered cruel under the circumstances. and then, there is the fact that everything concerning the boy curled against him is measured in small steps, a disentangling of preconception. hesitation in every brush of fingers, quietly concerned like his touch might shock. careful as he brushes away stray dark hair, careful as he graces pale cheek. impossible not think how he could mess all this up somehow. and so he hesitates to stir tired survivor. 

“hey,” steve starts, barely daring to raise his voice. he can feel the other’s breathing, unsteady stammer to a jackrabbit pulse. and then he speaks again, hand dropping to boy’s shoulder. it startles both of them as the other jolts awake, fingers curling at his sweater for purchase, or to push him away. quentin twists out of grasp, a defensive movement, and steve barely recovers fast enough to catch thrashing wrists. “hah- jesus, whoa.” hold is gentle, and he’s just as quick to release them. eyebrows furrow down, find that same barely fading panic on quentin’s expression.

“heyheyhey-- quen, it’s me. you’re okay.” eyes meet and quentin seems to steady, searching his face as the campfire grounds them in place and time. familiar, home. safety, however temporary. quentin’s shoulders sink, breath a sharp inhale-exhale in the night. arms wrap around the other boy, protective against what he can’t see, chin settles atop messy hair.  

“look--” he says, smiles faint and tired; “pizzaface is getting a mouth full of splinters next time i see him for that one, okay?” 

[unwilling-survivor]

💝/💘/💯 !! ( hello o/ )

💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day?:: Sam is pretty apathetic about Valentine’s day. She likes the candy, likes the idea of flowers, but the social pressure is so blehhhh. She’s torn between disdain toward melodramatic cheesy romance, and jealousy over some of the super cute things she’s seen others do. She doesn’t actually hate the holiday, even if she might claim she does for ‘cool kid’ credit.

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?:: Sam doesn’t like touching people. Choosing to initiate affectionate contact says a lot. She’s also a relatively self-serving person, so actually putting herself in danger for the sake of another-- knowing that she is putting herself at risk-- shows some attachment. But love itself is built up of lots of little things, and all of those have different displays. Trust is also a huge part of love, and there are things she’ll only do if she trusts someone enough (physical contact, yes, but also telling them certain things, sleeping in their presence, etc). Protectiveness is part of love; there are some more nurturing behaviors that come out when she cares for someone in a certain way (any more caretaker-like activities, like cooking for someone or making sure they get up on time or taking care of them when they’re sick).

💯 What is my muse’s ideal date?:: Previously answered! (waaaay way back xD)

Also hi! Yay new people! ^^

sex+romance headcanons asks!

[franks-dirty-blade]

Splattered blood against crisp, fresh snow. Like a freshly spray painted wall, the disturbing mess looked like a work of art to the killer. Though as beautiful as it was to him, he still hated the feeling of the hot liquid as it dripped from his hands. Opting to wipe them against his jeans as he carried on with the hunt. Two down. Two to go. Like a game of hide and go seek with a knife. 

『❛  Time’s ticking. Why don’t you come the fuck out so we can end this?  ❜』

011 // 𝕍𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕝 -- @sacrisomnia​ 

[killercalls]

💔💔💔 i will perhaps return the favor,

17. a  kiss  to ��give  up  control.

“God what the FUCK,” Joey gagged at the pain in his stomach. A cheap hit but a lucky one. He was strained under the weight of the other, not really willing to move at the moment. “You really know how to put a guy in an awkward position, huh?”

“But yeah, yeah…I know when to give the fuck up.” He breathed raggedly, grabbing the other and pulling him closer. “Don’t worry…” Pressing his lips to the other’s there was a force behind it, but still simple. Chaste. A stark contrast to how Joey normally teased. Pulling away he laughed against Quentin. “See? All done, all yours.”

FUCKED  UP  KISSING  MEME

[fierceathlete-a]

Unsolved Season 6 // still accepting

@sacrisomnia​​ said:   “Who said romance was dead?”

     Meg glanced over at Quentin before raising an eyebrow. She wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, thinking things over before standing up from her seat. Practically throwing herself down at the empty space beside him,, the ginger asked, “What are you talking about? You about to sweep me off my feet or something?”

     It was clearly a joke as a smile easily made its way onto her face. She took a moment to stretch before leaning against him. “Anyway, what ya doing? Talk to me, I’m bored. I feel like I could run a marathon and still have enough energy to do another.”

[twins-parted]

❛ aw man a nap sounds great ! if sleep wasn’t , you know , for the weak . ❜ ( sorry this one is just too On Brand :y )

Dream Daddy Starters ( Meme ) || Accepting !!!

“ You’re just jealous that I don’t have bags under my eyes & have retained my boyish charm through a healthy sleep schedule. “ 

Jonah doesn’t bother deviating his attention from the sugar-free bran muffin in his hand. He’s feeling a little sleepy this morning after staying up until 3 in the morning working on chemistry homework. 

Seth was annoyed with him and wouldn’t let him cheat on the last three answers. 

“ When was the last time you slept anyway ??? You look terrible. “ 

He frowns as he swallows the last bite of his muffin & stares directly at the other. 

[falsefatale]

@sacrisomnia​

 creeping, slowly behind  --  doubletake!           “emo guy from Jennifer’s Body?”

[unkindrewind]

uhhhhhh hi quentin is 5'9" !!!

HEIGHT COMPARISON MEME //  @sacrisomnia

send me ↕ + your muse’s height & I’ll compare your muse’s height to charlie’s

[itsgumbo-a]

@sacrisomnia​​ sent me a  ♗ to use my icon style to make an icon of their muse

[secondwlnd-a]

❛ Come to burn my world down? ❜ he says this, endeared and teasing though, :/c

“or blow your mind?” a soft pshh-krow sound and accompanying gesture, followed by a lazy cat-grin; “--okay that was bad, but hey--i’m totally harmless.” steve’s lighter on his feet today, with lingering high of success--of making it through the finish line, fingers locked together with tired, loved boy. 

he finds quentin crunched in on himself, concentrated with his work, but with a lilt of amusement in his tone as he acknowledges jock’s presence. taking advantage of the fact quentin hadn’t looked up just yet, he drapes arms over the other’s shoulders, sits chin on messy hair, and peers down at the medkit in the other’s hands. dreamwalker’s work; tools and bottled agents ready to be organized for later use in trial--bits and pieces he had little confidence in handling himself. “looks complicated,” he hums, after a long moment. “you want help?” he asks, and it’s genuine-- lack of skills irrelevant; “...or you wanna do something less lame than this to celebrate?”

[fearhiimself-a]

"Hey Krueger, Krueger hey, look at me. Bitch."

❝  i know you are but what am i?  ❞

[franks-dirty-blade]

❥ ❥ ❥ :0c

Like what you see? || @sacrisomnia || MEME || Accepting

Send ❥ ❥ ❥ if you’re enjoying the portrayal of my muse.

『𝕺𝖚𝖙 𝕺𝖋 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖟𝖞』– fhdkjs I have the big gay for you my dude, i fuckin love seein you on my dash.

[fierceathlete-a]

Unsolved Season 6 // still accepting

@sacrisomnia​ said:   “I don’t think his birth name was Filthy McNasty.”

     The ginger shrugged before grinning from ear to ear, “Nauh, I think that was definitely Krueger’s real name. He probably changed it once her was old enough or whatever. Don’t question the facts, Quen. Just laugh at the jokes. Trust me on this.”

     Was it really a good idea to be insulting a killer who could hop into dreams with ease? Probably not but Meg really couldn’t find it in herself to care. If she could get her friends to laugh a little, she could deal with whatever consequences may come.

[killercalls]

“ man … go to hell. “ :^)

Ghostface pushed the other further into the ground. Boots scraping up mud as they swung a leg over the other, propping themself up. One hand gripping his neck, and the other their knife.

He cocked his head at the words, before feeling a smile crack behind his mask. FEISTY. He always liked a sweet talker.

“Oh no, no, no baby.” They mused, grip softening to slide down. A slight touch to the collar bone became a SHARP DIG into the dip there. “I’m not about to go there just yet.”

[knivesart]

● @sacrisomnia asked: (ɔ ˘⌣˘)˘⌣˘ c) this totally isnt just a distraction-- ⤷ Hug the stabby babie ! ⇢ currently accepting. 

She’s not entirely certain of truly comprehending what has been happening with this specific survivor   ───   One day she’s trying to happily gouge his eyes out with her knife while he desperately runs away from her, on another day she’s merely interested in taunting and talking to him because she has grown tired of this constant hunt and now he unexpectedly decides to throw himself at her, as if overtaken with a sudden need for affection ? 

Muscles instinctively tense underneath several layers of baggy clothes and for the briefest of moments, Susie can do nothing but stare in utter disbelief and freezing shock at the male that is currently clinging onto her frame like a koala would cling to a tree. What does he even think that he’s doing ?! Previous surprise is immediately washed away by a wave of infantile resentment as she begins to rebel against his hold, thrashing her petite frame and attempting to strengthen the hold around her KNIFE in pursuance of carving holes ‘pon his flesh as if he was nothing more than a sacrificial pumpkin for the halloween season.   

   ❝  Let go of me !  ❞   Shouts the young killer, visibly affected by a gesture that is considered as natural as breathing by many people: but for someone who has never received the pleasure of being embraced by a loved one, being embraced by someone she’s actually hunting feels more like a cruel prank of fate, yet another reminder that she will continue to be undeserving of any form of love, no matter what she does. Liquid frenzy begins coursing through her veins, giving her enough strength to finally interrupt the close contact thanks to the aid of a violent push and a few quick steps backwards. Behind the mask, between one hot-steamed sigh and a barely suffocated growl, facial features mold into the vision of an angered and frustrated frown whilst her hold around the badly crafted weapon becomes stronger and stronger, almost even excruciating.   ❝  Do that again and I swear that I’ll use your face as my next canvas.  ❞ 

[voidvoyeur]

♪ + ♪ reverse!! >:0c

MUSIC IS MY LIFE / ACCEPTING.

♪ A SONG THAT REMINDS ME OF MY MUSE: Infra-Red - Placebo

One of the few songs in which the narrator is sadistic, and takes joy in being such, but doesn’t make make me cringe lmao. The lyrics are pretty clear, detailing a ‘run and hide’ chase, but where both running and hiding are futile for the victim. The ‘infra-red’ makes me think of his scratched mirror add-on, which is the canon loadout for this blog... Choice lyrics: ‘I’m coming up on infra-red / Forget your running I will find you.’ 

♪ REVERSE A SONG THAT REMINDS ME OF YOUR MUSE: Like Eating Glass - Bloc Party

Circa mid-2000s indie had so many bangers... There’s a high anxiety to this with how fast EVERY instrument is playing that add an immediacy to the narrator’s lyrics -- there’s a lot of visual elements in them that remind me of Quentin. The casual instigation of children crying  after being sent home from school holds a tragic relevance, and just that observance devolving into a challenged and somewhat desperate relationship, emotional disconnect from home, repetitive disoriented behaviour and only managing to cope ... just Introverted Depressed Suburban Teen stuff. Again though, the themes are unconventionally paired with a pace that’s hard to keep up with; Quentin being chased by all these elements as well as some dude with claws for fingers. Choice lyrics: ‘I can’t eat / I can’t sleep / An aversion to light / Got a fear of the ocean.’