#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?”

[hraunwyf]

@arcanescholxr

"i still think i should've been allowed to eat the amulet."

[amused-bouche]

@arcanescholxr

❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜ (for Saul)

The werewolf's brows furrow in confusion at the question. They were in the middle of the woods. He pulled out his phone to type into a note app, setting the text to a larger size, holding it up.

I could ask you the same thing.

[ratwhsprs]

∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . (It’s blueberry pancakes)

Nonverbal Prompts || Accepting!

He wouldn't deny, the blueberry pancakes looked delicious. If there was one thing Dwight could do, it was cook. …but looking at the bite offered on the other man's fork– the fork he'd already been eating off of– made something unpleasant stick in his throat that he hoped didn't show in his expression. He swallowed to rid himself of it and forced a smile as he gave his own fork a slight wave.

“I've got it,” he said, cutting himself a piece and taking a bite. “These are really good though!”

[viciousbite]

Reverse + ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room (Dwight trying to make a run for it XD)

Manhandling Symbol Meme // @arcanescholxr

For a human, Dwight had quite the fast legs. If an optic wasn't on him, the little thing would begin his plans for escape. Well, who wouldn't really? The room service was absolute garbage. The food, horrible. The bed, hard as hell, the company, awesome-- Wait, the Human wouldn't think it that way. Imagine being held hostage by a Mech with the ability to squish him into a bone pile with one slap of his servo.

There he went, skittering along the floor of his hab suite on the Nemesis. If Darkfang hadn't lifted his helm from the berch, he would have lost him. Curse Screamy for coming to yell at him for whatever reason and leaving the door wide open before he left. It wasn't his fault he recharged a long time on boring solar cycles. Well, said boredom quickly ended when he saw the Human near the open door.

A few steps before freedom, the door slammed closed before Dwight's face. Any further, and he'd been squished by it. Thank Primus for door remotes, which Darkfang wiggled between his servos while approaching Dwight. "Another escape attempt? Cute, so adorable. Next time, crawl onto Starscreamy's pede when he ain't looking and you might succeed. No, promises on how'd he treat you though if he noticed the weight."

His frame bent down, servo reached towards Dwight. Instead of picking him up gently, his digits reached to press against one of his legs to pull him up via it. Upside down hold. "For that, no breakfast for you, unless you'd risk a cube of my venom in your organs."

[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

[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."

[townofcadence]

“Merry Christmas Jace.” Dwight smiles as he holds him a wrapped box. The wrapping paper was rather silly one; dogs with Christmas hats. As the other opens it, they find a matching pair of mittens and a beanie. They were hand made and impossibly soft. “I know it gets cold this winter, I hope you like it!”

@arcanescholxr // Gift!!

Jace is eager to rip into his gift, and he opens it fast, before gasping. "Oh! Accessories! An' ya matched 'em to me scarf!!" He sounds absolutely jazzed about this turn of events, slipping on the mitts already. They're incredibly soft. "One o' me best friends made dis fer me. Now I got somet'in t'match in de winter!! T'ank ya, Dwight! I love 'em!" He gives his friend a hug for such a thoughtful pair of gifts!

[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

[leondxs]

Dwight gives Leo a fudge brownie. It’s lightly drizzled with a pink icing and decorated with heart shaped sprinkles. It might be too early for a Valentine’s Day themed treat, but there are no holidays in January.

Give the muse an object and see how they react.

@arcanescholxr

Delight sparkled in the creature's eyes. Pupils remained large and fixed upon the sweet treat. His nostrils flared as he drank in the tantalizing scent of chocolate.

He snatched the brownie away, giving it a sniff before nibbling at it eagerly. It was only after it had disappeared and he was licking the remnants from his fingers that he consider thanking Dwight for the gift.

❝ Thank you. ❞

[pushspacetocontinue]

🎁

"Could, could I um, could I see your, your fantasy please? Fan-fantasy section that, that is?" Russell asks, "I uh, I think I was um, a, a bit daft, and uh, I uh, missed it."

[mxchineherald]

♦

[ask meme here.]

"Intriguing."