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« hope among stardust » / @knivesart / accepting

“Me? Heh, I don’t think I have the heart to hurt anyone other than Krueger.”     QUENTIN WOULD HARDLY LIE TO SOMEONE LIKE SUSIE, NO MATTER how many times she attempted to rip him of his skin and shed blood upon his body. Just because the hunters had to hunt didn’t mean that they always wanted to. And he could tell, just through the small cracks in her mask, that Susie didn’t always want to be the killer she had become.

« kings of neverland » / @nomither​ / accepting

“Eeeh, I dunno, David. I’ve never really handled a gun before so I’m sure you’d rather I didn’t.”     TRUTH BE TOLD, IT WAS A LITTLE FRIGHTENING FOR HIM TO HOLD THE WEAPON SO CLOSE. Never being one for complete violence, Quentin never thought he’d need a gun. If anything happened to him, he could make do with knives or any blunt object he could find, really. Guns were just about as dangerous as weapons could come, and they always made him uneasy.

« sleeping switchblades » / @franks-dirty-blade​ / accepting

“The only reason I’m pointing this at you is because I don’t want to see you destroy yourself.”     EYES NARROWED DOWN TO FACE THE BARREL OF THE GUN, QUENTIN STARED. Was this really the life that Frank planned on living? Free of the Entity and yet refusing to change, refusing to be grateful for his life? All it did was make him angry. All it did was make Quentin pissed over the fact that he fought endlessly for the freedom of those who deserved it in the realm, and Frank decided to be selfish!

With a quick flick of his hand, rather than shoot the gun he held, the dreamwalker used the back of his weapon and pistol whipped Frank without any hesitation. It would hurt, but it wouldn’t kill him, of course. Quentin had no intention of permanently damaging someone, but instead would rather force just enough pain to get them to snap into reality.

« sleeping switchblades » / @franks-dirty-blade​ / accepting

“Then so be it.”      IT WAS AN EMPTY THREAT TO MAKE TOWARDS THE DREAMWALKER; THE THREAT OF DEATH. Why should he be afraid? What should he be afraid of, hm? Of being killed? Of not returning to the campfire? Such minute things to be afraid of for him, for the boy who lived in nightmares and wished for nothing but eternal sleep. 

Sighing softly, he walked towards Frank, not caring how his ice blue eyes shone with anger and hate. He looked miserable, stuck in the loop of killing for the sake of nothing but sacrifice, where the ones he loved felt just as heartbroken and awful as he did. The Legion were supposed to be merciless, but all they were was afraid. Afraid of what would happen if they didn’t kill.

Trapper:

Wraith:

Hillbilly:

Nurse:

Michael:

Hag:

Doctor:

Huntress:

Cannibal:

Nightmare:

Pig:

Clown:

Spirit: 

Legion:

Plague:

Ghostface: 

Demogorgan:

Dwight:

Meg:

Claudette:

Jake:

Nea:

Laurie:

Ace:

Bill:

Feng Min:

David:

Quentin:

Tapp:

Kate: 

Adam:

Jeff:

Jane:

Ash:

Nancy:

Steve:

« best kind of lullaby » / @buckandwild​ / accepting

“Uh—Kate..? I’m fine, I promise…just another bad dream.”     IT FELT SO STRANGE FOR QUENTIN TO HAVE HIS HAND HELD SO GENTLY, especially when he wasn’t used to such kind treatment. Throughout his life, he had been without a figure that was there to touch and nurture him, so whenever human contact was made, he felt shy about it. Especially around Kate, someone who radiated strength and hope. She was such a powerful woman, and he was nothing short of an anxious, tired and resolute boy from Ohio.