#arcanescholxr. Dwight

[townofcadence]

Some quick doodles of RP scenes I played around with! I have a couple more in mind since I'm always looking for an excuse to draw more friend OCs, but I'll save that for a part 2 :>

Chitterskit (first picture) belongs to @hallow-grove! Lock (middle pictures) belongs to @entropynchaos! Dwight (last picture) belongs to @arcanescholxr!

[townofcadence]

"Perfect." Jace beams now, focused entirely on the task at hand. He had stood on his own pole, and a few hard jumps to throw all of his weight on the it was enough to break it as well. The snapped end was a bit sharp, but between the two hopefully he could make this work. And this one had a nail in it. Get out of the room? Check!

Taking the pole from Dwight, Jace hurried back to the door. Maybe he wasn't the expert at situations like his friend was, and maybe he really needed to remember how much Artair harped on having tools for cases because they came in handy, but he could adapt! And anyways, it hadn't been a case so he was doing his best. No, don't get distracted! Focus.

Jace took the pole he'd snapped where the nail jutted out, and pressed it into the bottom of the hinge, wedging it as close as he could into the small hole at the bottom-most hinge part (he couldn't remember the name) and the pin thing that threaded the hinges. Once he was satisfied with where he had the wood, he took the other pole.

"Can y'put some o' th' beddin' against the bottom 'f th' door? Then can y'hold th'e door f'r me, Dwight?" He asks. "Less 'f a racket, that way." Once he'd complied, Jace swung the free pole into the other. It was an audible noise, but it was as quiet as he could make it, like a hammer-sound. Another swing, and he could tell the nailed top of the the pole had wedged it's way up into the slot for the pin. A handful more, and he could see the top of the pin peeking out, just a little. Just enough.

"When I pull this, I'll need y' t' hold the door up, so the angle 's still good fer the bottom." If the alignment of the circles the pin thing went through were too warped by the weight, it'd be hard to dislodge. That said, Jace adjusted one of the wood pieces, so its tapered edge was against the pin where it was raised. A few more strikes against the wood with the other pole, and it was jarred up further, bit by bit. When it was high enough, Jace grabbed it with his hand and yanked it the rest of the way out.

"One down." He sounds proud, as he crouches to start on the others. The bottom one would be a bit of a problem, but honestly if the other two were free, they might not even need to worry about it. They'd cross that bridge when they got there. And not he had a pin, he could use to dislodge the other pins much easier!

Dwight looks over to the rather lumpy and stuffy bed that was were their resting spot. Upon closer inspection, it did look cheaply made or at the very least, old and worn down from use. He approaches the bed carefully and kneels down to pull at one of the legs. He could feel the soft creaking of the poles, but it didn’t really budge at Dwight’s pulling.

He was reminded of the day he first met Jade, when he fished him out of that lake with unbelievable strength. Of course it was with the help of magic. Which reminded him once again the loss of his magic. Dwight frowns deeply but keeps pulling at the wooden legs as much as he can. Magic or not, he’d still try if it meant there was a way out.

Dwight even scooted backwards and kicked at the legs with all his might. Around the fifth kick, Dwight hear a low cracking noise €*\ eyes widened at realizing that the poke has become lose. Dwight reached out to grab the pole again and tugged with force. Eventually, the wooden leg gave out and Dwight went backwards a bit with the force he used. “Oof!” Dwight says as he fumbles on his back, his view staring up at the ceiling. He sheepishly holds up the wooden leg frame.

“Will this do?”

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

"You're okay, you're at home, you're in bed."

Late Night Panic Attack. // @arcanescholxr

“No—n-no—I’m not, I’m—“ Butch stammers, frantically looking around. A hand moves to brush through his own hair; he pushes it back, digging his fingers into his sandy blonde locks and pulling as if stressed, squeezing his eyes shut.

“T-That thing, it’s…” He wheezes, trying to catch his breath. He doesn’t know what he’s trying to say, in fight or flight mode since he’s still stuck in his nightmare state. All he knows is he’s being attacked, assaulted, trapped. His hand moves to grip the wrist of the hand that’s placed itself reassuringly upon his shoulder, maybe a bit tighter than he would have ever grabbed Dwight out of fear.

“Don’t touch me! I’m not… I can’t—“ words fall out of his mouth in a nonsensical mesh in between heavy breaths. His heart beats fast and when his eyes find Dwight in the dark, there’s a brief spark of recognition in his eyes… it snaps him back to reality, but his mind is still racing, the horrors of things his mind had conjured up still dancing in his brain, taunting him and his feelings. His fear hadn’t left him quite yet, but his grip on Dwight’s wrist loosens until it releases him completely, retracting that hand back to his chest in shock.

“S-Sorry… sorry I—sorry… I jus’ need… a smoke an’—an’ some whiskey, an—“ Butch is already stumbling as he climbs out of Dwight’s bed, hands reaching for something on the night stand but not finding it. Instead, he accidentally knocks the lamp over and thankfully it doesn’t break. Oh god, what had he done?

“Sorry—fuck… I can’t…”

[masquenoire]

"Icons only" + Dwight passed out on the floor but family guy death pose

Send "Icons only" and something for my muse to react toAnd I will show my muse's reaction using only icons (1-5) and no text

[sanguine-salvation]

( trail )     for the sender to leave a trail of kisses on the receiver. (just smooches that def are left behind with those comedically kiss marks)

[ “SUNDAY” THEMED PROMPTS (+18/CW) - ACCEPTING ]

Normally, it was them suffocating a certain someone in affection, every kiss a soft bite at their favorite prey, pretty flesh painted and stained in black or dark red, whatever color their lips had decided his 'blood' would be as they claimed him. As was proper for a beast and their prey, yes?

But... they liked this maybe a little too much.

They purred out a small quiet laugh that grew harder and harder to restrain as Dwight left a trail of kisses up and down— a visible trail, mind you, they were sure the lip color was on purpose and they were utterly, absolutely, out of their mind giddy at him thinking to mark them up and claim them for once— anywhere they left vulnerable to him. Which was a lot when they dressed like that.

"That tickles." The accusation didn't really have much bite, probably because they were enjoying themself too much to even pretend. They might have leaned in a few times, teasingly exposing their neck or lips for prime targets. But of course, they can't give up the game that easily. Oh no, that'd just be unbecoming of them.

So Dwight, watch out. He found himself ensnared by both arms and a leg, pulling him closer, flush against them. "Keep that up, see where it gets you, Little Fish~"

They were already a peppered mess of very visible and very cute affections, but maybe they wanted to flaunt a few— several— a lot more little kiss marks by the time they left here. You know. If they left.

[kingofthewebxxx]

@arcanescholxr liked for a starter

Looking through the shelves of a bookstore was something you would rarely see James Moriarty do. Yet he wanted to learn more about this individual. Moriarty was no stranger to learning about the supernatural and whilst he only meddled in it for kicks or because there was a chance that it could interfere with him, he saw an opportunity here. Over the past few weeks, he had watched the movements ever so carefully of Dwight and had analysed every single thing that he had learned about him. What seemed to be of particular interest was Dwight’s relationship with Harvey. Seeing a chance in this he approached Dwight, dressed like and looking almost exactly identical to Harvey. Looking up at him he asked, “Excuse me, I'm wondering if you could help me find a book I'm looking for?” His kind voice deeply contrasted with the dark and devious intentions that were running deep within his mind

[troublewithvampires]

@arcanescholxr said: ★

(relationships meme - open)

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[laughing-hellblazer]

Talk about + “Dwight”

[Send "Talk about-" + a name -- ACCEPTING]

"He helped me out, once. Probably saved me life by holding that barrier for me while I set the circle."

"He's a good kid. I can tell just by lookin' at him. Too innocent for the world he's been pushed into, but he's powerful beyond what I've seen in years. Haven't seen anyone so innately magical since Timothy Hunter, and at least that poor little sod had the Trenchcoat Brigade to help him learn."

"Feels like Dwight was stuck learning on his own until his father managed to sneak him into the Academy. Even then, kid is an outcast. Can't be easy for him."

[draggeddowntothedark]

“??” For Mordred

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

Text (to: WitchBoy): i had vodkaa

Text (to: WitchBoy): hey y cat

Text (to: WitchBoy): y not cat

Text (to: WitchBoy): wy ratt

Text (to: WitchBoy): fucc

Text (to: WitchBoy): ....... ur prety cu te

[oflostinfound]

Dwight sheepishly pokes his head in. “It’s just that…it’ll be a waste of food if I don’t eat it. I mean, I’ll dust the food off before I eat it.”

|| 💛 ||: ❝ ............. Darling.......................... ❞

[beastbitten]

Dwight is 5'0

SEND ME YOUR MUSE’S HEIGHT, AND I’LL COMPARE IT TO MY OWN’S!

@arcanescholxr

[townofcadence]

@arcanescholxr continued from here:

“Oh my goodness!” Dwight skids over to where the other had fallen into the water, his eyes full of worry. His mind started to rack with ideas on how to help. His first instinct was to jump in and help the other one out. The idea immediately perished since Dwight couldn’t swim. Instead, as if a light bulb appears in his hand, he steps off to the side, away from eyes as if he’s looking for something. When he’s sure no one can see, he summons his staff and returns. Dwight holds out the staff for the stranger to grab. “Grab this end and I’ll pull you out!”

When Jace had fallen in, he'd done so with a loud squawk. The grassy turf he'd stepped on had given way, and with a crumbling grind of packed earth, Jace hit the water feet first. The area was a steep drop into deep water -- with an almost comical plop and splash, his entire body followed his feet, and he disappeared from view.

The water wasn't murky, given the run-off that fed the lake was from glacial water further north up in the higher trails, but Jace wasn't visible anymore, the water chopped to white foam from thrashing limbs and too distorted by ripples to see beneath. Still, where Jace is becomes clear when that staff is held over the water, and a tattooed arm breaks the surface to take hold. It's followed by another, and with a loud, desperate gasp, his head breaks out of the water. His thick hair hangs like a sodden curtain in front of his face. He almost looks like a drowned ghost or a zombie from a bad horror movie, until one hand leaves the staff to brush his hair back over his head.

"Ack--guh gyck-- bleh--" He coughs water and blows it out his nose, eyes only half open. His heart was beating a mile a minute, and it was hard to catch his breath. He could barely hear over the ringing in his ears and the water when his head dipped just below the surface. "Hhhh--- th-- hhg-- thanks!" His grip returns and he holds on tighter, pressing his feet both flat against the drop-off where it's more solid beneath the water. "I-if y' can pull, I'll-- I'll try t' climb out! Or--- or at least reach th' ledge--"

[chaosmultiverse]

 “What’s your favorite scary movie?” (Dealer’s choice)

☆I got Blair Witch Project☆

Gerard had heard that there were odd things within the woods of this small town, so he had booked a motel, checked out the town a bit and then had headed out in the evening to investigate.

He had been walking though the woods for a hour and a bit, using a night-camrea to get a better lay of the land around him. It was when he heard a noise that he turned without a second thought and noticed Dwight even without the camera.

"Why are you out here?" To Dwight Gerard juat looked like a random birtish goth man with poorly dyed blsck hair, likely in over his head.

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

CONTINUED. // @arcanescholxr

“I been dyin’ t’ know—are these used fer what I think they’re s’posed t’be used fer? I saw ‘em that one time we went t’ the mall an’ had to know what th’ hell they were about!” Annnndddd he’s holding two arm fulls of packaged dildos of all sorts he may or may not have stolen from your local Spencer’s location.

“I mean, heh! Why else would they be shaped like dicks?”

[masquenoire]

Type Bingo || Accepting!

"Well now, ain't this a little surprise? Not a bad one, just didn't expect a soft little thing like you to want to send something in." Roman muses out loud, looking Dwight over. He looked at the other man with the intensity of a wolf that had just spotted a small rabbit hopping towards it, eyes dark with interest as he switched his gaze towards the form instead. He tutted. One row had been missed entirely, bingos scattered haphazardly here and there but the crime lord didn't seem annoyed, only amused Dwight had the nerve to actually do it, let alone hand it in. Not bad, not bad. He liked a mystery, especially when they weren't so squeamish that they couldn't handle some blood and guts or even foul language. Liking dogs only improved the other man in his eyes, that even though he was a timid little thing, Rocco and Dante might like him too and his busy schedule wouldn't even have to matter.

"Though I gotta admit, I'm curious about one little thing. This part right here," Roman continued, tapping a finger on the the part has killed. He cackled in amusement, leaning towards Dwight with a feral grin. "That's gotta be bullshit. Look at you! Come on, be real with me here - did you really put somebody six feet under? You can't put that down and not expect a guy to be curious. I wanna hear every last juicy detail..." he purred, wondering what other surprises Dwight had up his sleeve.

[sanguine-salvation]

RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION.

• your name: “Dwight Blackburn.”

• Romantic or platonic?: “umm…I was sorta hoping for…a date? I mean it’s okay if you don’t want too.”

• A night in or dinner out or an activity?: “I was thinking of maybe an activity? There’s a festival being held by the college to celebrate the day. There will be carnival games and such.”

• Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: “Chocolate Covered Strawberries.”

• What's your perfect date?: “I really like the idea of doing some sort of activity together. Like those places where you can paint pottery.”

• Would you cook for me?: “it’s not as good as my baking but I’d be happy too. I know a good tuna casserole recipe if you like that.”

• Would you let me cook for you?: “Of course!”

• Can we make-out?: “Yes please.”

• Make out in private or in public?: “I rather do it in private just because I’m shy.”

• Do you like to cuddle?: “Cuddling is a must.”

• Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: “Blankets make it fun.”

• Couch or bed?: “I’m not too picky.”

• What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: “I’m a baker, gardener and I like to knit.”

• Tell me something about you no else knows: “I have a birthmark on the back of my neck. You can’t see it well because of my hair.”

• Why do you want to be my valentine?: “I really like you…and I’d like to spend the day with you.”

• What makes you a good Valentine?: “I’ll bake whatever you want.”

[ Valentine’s Applications - ACCEPTING ]

A date? A date-date? That was very much the implication, alright.

Viktor felt a strangeness in their chest. Oh, they liked Dwight. A lot. He was their Little Fish, after all. They had played with him plenty of times, all those flirtations and toying and cheeky remarks. But, maybe, over time, it became a little less of a meaningless game to pass the time.

Countless days lurking in the doorway, reading books, slinking up to the window like a stray to snag a pastry in plain view just to see the cute look on his face when he saw them, giving some 'gentle encouragement' to anyone planning to cause too much trouble around him, occasionally having to help manage a spell gone awry. They didn't have to, but they liked to.

They'd already laid claim to their Little Fish a long while back in their mind, no one else was allowed to hurt them, one day but not today. Well, maybe they might've wanted to try something a little more than just playing.

"A date?" They paused, then a bright sharp smile spread across their face. "A date it is, then. I want to, and I want you for the day." There was just tiny hint of playful dominance in their voice. "I'll make sure I look... discreet." After all, while public appearances weren't their usual stomping grounds for obvious reasons, they would be happy to for Dwight.