Ex-Manager Fairfield

A Dwight Fairfield Ask/Rp Blog ( Mostly Crack ) // 21+ // We snort parmesan lines here — // Ask for extra toppings I dare you

[valour-bound]

CRACK SKETCH AND EDIT MADE THIS MORNING IN A RUSH BECAUSE…. FRIEND WENT OFF ABOUT ACTUALLY DIGGING INTO RE LORE TO FIT WALLY IN SOMEHOW AS A JOKE AND—-

YEAH AT THIS POINT IDEK I JUS BLAME @pizza-king-dwight​

[pizza-king-dwight]

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨  (MCFUCKING SLAPS U)

Business Man — Tom Cardy

You Can't Hide — Ck9c, Elizabeth Ann

THE MEAT GRINDER — Japanesecoffee, Jerma985

Cigarettes & Feelings — The Haunt

UP TO SNUFF! (I'm On Fire) — Atsuover

[tiktoks-for-dead-pope]

[darckcarnival]

@pizza-king-dwight​

“Wow that’s Dwight-est buddy. Not all of us hide in lockers. I don’t one am an idiot if you haven’t heard.” Dwight says, drunk off his shits on adult caprisuns. “YOU TELL ME HIM CHRIS AND AMONTILLADO.”

@valour-bound​ @muse-menagerie​

“WOW.” Darck stared Dwight down almost at a loss for words, at just how absolutely trashed this man was. Drunk off his ass, running and surviving, and feral as all hell. Jesus christ in a hand bag- This was going to be interesting. “One, I am just fine not in a Locker, mister Dwight-est. And two, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN SAYING RIGHT NOW?!”

“Get in the Locker pizza man!”

[valour-bound]

                                                             [  𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙴𝙸𝚅𝙴𝙳 …  ]

Hearing commotion nearby, Chris decides to check it out. It was in the opposite direction of the screaming  —  so that meant it was either a Survivor fight or something new popping up mid trial again. He shudders when he recalls the strange voids in earlier trials…

Hopefully not. Better not be.

Peering around the corner wall of junk once he’s close enough, the former Officer freezes when he sees it’s just Dwight. Well… Dwight  &  someone new. But the former is swaying from side to side, slurred speech  &  woozy movements made as he ramble-shouts off about Moxie’s beloved brick. What the fuck…? Wandering over, assuming it was safe for the time being, he cocks his head to the side in visible curiosity tinged confusion before stopping a safe distance from the feral man  &  new Survivor.

                  ❝ Y’all arguing over something worth arguing over I hope? ❞

It’s offered over with a nervous laugh, partially joking, partially serious as he casts a glance over his shoulder, all before he’s soon assaulted by the strong scent of Dwight’s battery acid concoction. Nose wrinkling, he makes a face.

❝ Oh god damn it, Fairfield  —  Jeff told you to stop drinking that shit. Murky Reagent doesn’t work the same as alcohol! ❞

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[pizza-king-dwight]

"THAT'S WHAT GIVES IT ITS KICK-"

[pizza-king-dwight]

Extra toppings, eh?

"Free of charge, you get to enjoy some garlic bread as compliments. Be sure to eat it quick, lest the new cryptid decides to come poking around. I hear garlic is a natural repellent if you catch my drift." — Dwight

[only-tiktoks]

[sainttheosylas]

Superior writing advice:

Make your characters FREAKS. Make them DERANGED. Make people think ‘surely this one guy towards the back is normal’ only to reveal FUCK NO. The guy in the back exclusively collects clown paintings (paintings done by professional clowns) and has an irrational hatred of second floors.

[adversityfought-a]

@pizza-king-dwight​

[rpclefairy]

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

❛ all the sudden i got a random burst of energy, and i think it’s my body’s last hurrah before it completely shut down. ❜

❛ i’m not superstitious… but i am a little stitious. ❜

❛ when someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying ‘haven’t decided yet’ is typically a good response. ❜

❛ not trying to brag or anything, but i can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so… ❜

❛ i came out here to attack people and i’m honestly having such a good time right now. ❜

❛ fool me once, i’m gonna kill you. ❜

❛ i feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

❛ died and came back as a cowboy, i call that reintarnation. ❜

❛ you can’t wake up if you never got to sleep. ❜

❛ you can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'are we about to kiss?’ ❜

❛ you seem familiar, have i threatened you before? ❜

❛ some of you may die, but that’s a sacrifice i’m willing to make. ❜

❛ if i can’t cause tiny bits of chaos every day, i think my body will shut down. ❜

❛ theater kids are just choir kids who joined forces with the band and strings kids. ❜

❛ i am very small and i have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that i’m under. ❜

❛ maybe the true treasure was friendship all along. but i hope not, because i can’t spend friendship on new clothes. ❜

❛ okay stop asking me if i’m straight, gay, bi, whatever. i identify as a fucking threat. ❜

❛ i’m usually that person who has no idea what’s going on. ❜

❛ what doesn’t kill me should run, because now i’m fucking pissed. ❜

❛ my life isn’t as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look like. ❜

❛ i’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal’ like, you don’t know that. neither do i. i have never died even once. nothing has been proven yet. stop making assumptions. ❜

❛ if you can’t beat them, dress better than them. ❜

❛ 'person of interest’ is almost too flattering. ❜

❛ drink your school, stay in drugs, and get 8 hours of drugs. ❜

❛ physically, yes, i could fight a bird. but emotionally? imagine the toll. ❜

❛ you’ll have a hard time believing this because it never happens but i made a mistake. ❜

❛ my expectations were low but holy fuck. ❜

❛ well, well, well… if it isn’t my old friend: the dawning realization that i fucked up bad. ❜

❛ dear friend, your gift this year… is me. that’s right, another year of friendship. your membership has been renewed. ❜

❛ i’ve come to a point in my life where i need a stronger word than fuck. ❜

❛ i have met some of the most insufferable people. but they also met me. ❜

❛ new year, same me. because i’m perfect. ❜

❛ just because i’m too short to reach the lowest self in the cabinet doesn’t mean you shouldn’t watch out for your kneecaps. ❜

❛ forgive me father, for i have sinny-sin-sinned. ❜

❛ so apparently the 'bad vibes’ i’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress. ❜

❛ with great power comes great need to take a nap. wake me up later. ❜

❛ behold, the field in which i grow my fucks! lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren! ❜

❛ sometimes i’ll start a sentence and i don’t even know where it’s going. i just hope i find it along the way. ❜

❛ i was born for politics. i have great hair and i love lying. ❜

❛ schrödinger’s cat is overrated. if you wanna see something that’s ❛ both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day. ❜

[pizza-king-dwight]

[pizza-king-dwight]

[darckcarnival]

"GET IN A LOCKER NOW!" - Pizza-king-dwight

@pizza-king-dwight

"Get... Get in a-" Darck had just slid through the shadows, and the fog, all over again. Invading her way beyond the veil by force and completely within her control. And she had arrived in a tense situation, heart beat in her ears, and the man- Dwight she could recall, one of those taken by the entity- was desperately trying to make her get in a Locker.

Clearly she was assumed to be new.

This was interesting.

"Shouldn't you be in a locker?!" He looked winded and pained.

[pizza-king-dwight]

"Wow that's Dwight-est buddy. Not all of us hide in lockers. I don't one am an idiot if you haven't heard." Dwight says, drunk off his shits on adult caprisuns. "YOU TELL ME HIM CHRIS AND AMONTILLADO."

@adversityfought @muse-menagerie

[biomic]

saru brother

[ohthewhomanity]

OK but aside from the funny, this is the gorilla doing its best to correct a gorilla faux pas! Gorillas don’t make eye contact except as a challenge. They avoid looking at each other directly as much as possible. So this fella just accidentally slid forward and looked the human right in the eye and went “oooooops” and turned FULLY around to go “I have no quarrel with you!”

[anarchowizardist]

[nothinghappenshereyoubitch]

[pizza-king-dwight]

@adversityfought

[pizza-king-dwight]

“So it’s not just me who thinks being a bastard is an art form? Bitchin’. And here I thought I was going to get reamed for loitering or some shit.” Moxie flashes an almost impressed grin, “Course I bet you get your fair share of asshole round here. You know, if you want I might be persuaded to let lend you Amontillado.” || Moxie Rowan

Dwight's eyes are wide and all but shining in joy as a crooked smile stretches across his face. Breathing out a faint puff of a laugh, unable to help himself from chuckling.

"I will treasure your banishing stone forever if you do and I will totally consider you as my bfff. That stands for Best Friends for Frolicking." The delivery boy snickers.

[knightfeared-arch]

Cracked dry lips pull back over the glint of opalescent teeth with a narrowing of eyes, disgust coiling in their stomach with a nauseous twist at the glob of pink spit that lands by his sock covered feet. Thank the Entity that it missed, damp socks were a pain and Dwight didn’t fancy having to deal with the squelch of slime between his toes. What a time to have grown a spine, and all it took was getting thrown into a nightmare realm.

“Yeeaah…welcome to the Entity’s realm, bud. I hope you like being hunted for sport because that’s all there is to do around here, like, eighty percent of the time unless you wanna go check out some old guy’s private journal collection. Oh, and forget dying. Death doesn’t exist in this hellscape.”

Taking in the aggressive survivors appearance for a moment, Dwight eventually came to the conclusion that he could totally take them in a fight. Billy looked downright sickly, it wasn’t in the lack of a sway as they stood steadily on their feet. It was the glaze of a cold sweat across grime covered skin, the lack of dilation in ice colored eyes. The faint hitching of forced measured breathing that strained the edges of red ringed scabs and inky veins.

He knew without a doubt that the other was probably ready to keel over. The fact they hadn’t was likely a mix of the Entity’s doing and from sheer stubbornness alone that gave them the strength to square their shoulders, and give Dwight one hell of a mean mug while looking like shit. Dude also looked like he crawled out of an 80’s tv ad.

                                                  HUNTED FOR SPORT, HUH?

He’d roll his eyes and call bullshit if he hadn’t been through a similar kind of shit-show before this. The few things he had seen, the fucked up ‘trial’ the others kept mentioning  -  he could get the fucking picture. Crystal clear, as much as he hated to admit it  &  eerily a little too familiar.

His initial though had been Hell, ironically. This had to be it  -  no death, perpetual loops of suffering, nothing to do but sit around bored shitless. It all fit the bill a little too well. Now toss that in with his last vivid memory being his… death. Then yeah, no shit.

Swallowing past the tension still knotting along his throat, his hands ball together in tight fists at his sides. Jaw straining as he grits his teeth together in thought, he’s dragged out of his own head at the suspicious silence that follows Fairfield’s piss-poor introduction speech. Glancing back over, his eyes catch on the scrawny man’s  &  with a warning narrow of his own sights at the almost cocky look he spots there behind broken glasses, his lips curl into a mean sneer.

                                                ❝   — Thanks for the warm welcome. ❞

He makes sure to put extra emphasis on a few choice words, taking a challenging step in closer, focusing on his anger, his irritation  -  harnessing it like a makeshift shield as he cocks his head in a manner that leaves him to peer down at the pizza boy from the bridge of his nose. Sickly? Maybe, but he had another thing coming if he thought he could push him around. Leader or not.

                                                ❝   — But try anything & I’ll make sure you got another thing to hide from. ❞

A small pause, a lean in close, he parrots the brunet’s words back.

                                                ❝   — After all - death doesn’t exist here, right? ❞

.

[pizza-king-dwight]

They hold up a forefinger with a grin at the rather- constipated looking survivor standing before him. "Oh, make no mistake. Just because death as a concept doesn't exist, doesn't mean torture doesn't man. And by torture I mean - I'm going to be as annoying as a mosquito if I have to."

[quietsphere]

[knightfeared-arch]

◆  @pizza-king-dwight  |  DWIGHT FAIRFIELD →

    ❝  "Billy? More like…Illy because you’re the not-so good kind of sick!“  ❞

╰（ UNPROMPTED 🚬）

                                                ❝   — Like you’d even know what the good kind looks like. ❞

Bitterly, the sarcasm laced words are thrown out like acid. A sharp glare is tossed his way, lingering for a moment on all too gleeful eyes peering back past dirt smeared glasses. The tang of blood coating ichor drenched lips mingles unpleasantly, prompting the blonde to spit with a grimace, pushing his way past Fairfield with a stubborn huff.

                                              ❝   — Instead of gawking like some kind of freak, tell me what the fucks going on here? ❞

Last thing he could remember was… darkness. Cold, icy, pain flaring up all across his torso from what felt like thousands of teeth. Skin tearing, sudden warmth  -  blood. The smell and feel as things started to go dark… 

Giving his head a shake, Billy grunts, pressing his teeth together a bit tighter, as he balls his fists up at his sides. Silver eyes dart down, catching on in inken dark veins sprawling below sickly, pallid flesh like spider webs.

Maybe he looked like shit  -  fucking fine. He felt like it  -  but the panicked thrum of his heart was more than enough to show he was somehow still alive. Clinging to sanity through a thin thread, he wanted to know what the fuck was going on before he made another move.

.

[pizza-king-dwight]

Cracked dry lips pull back over the glint of opalescent teeth with a narrowing of eyes, disgust coiling in their stomach with a nauseous twist at the glob of pink spit that lands by his sock covered feet. Thank the Entity that it missed, damp socks were a pain and Dwight didn't fancy having to deal with the squelch of slime between his toes. What a time to have grown a spine, and all it took was getting thrown into a nightmare realm.

"Yeeaah...welcome to the Entity's realm, bud. I hope you like being hunted for sport because that's all there is to do around here, like, eighty percent of the time unless you wanna go check out some old guy's private journal collection. Oh, and forget dying. Death doesn't exist in this hellscape."

Taking in the aggressive survivors appearance for a moment, Dwight eventually came to the conclusion that he could totally take them in a fight. Billy looked downright sickly, it wasn't in the lack of a sway as they stood steadily on their feet. It was the glaze of a cold sweat across grime covered skin, the lack of dilation in ice colored eyes. The faint hitching of forced measured breathing that strained the edges of red ringed scabs and inky veins.

He knew without a doubt that the other was probably ready to keel over. The fact they hadn't was likely a mix of the Entity's doing and from sheer stubbornness alone that gave them the strength to square their shoulders, and give Dwight one hell of a mean mug while looking like shit. Dude also looked like he crawled out of an 80's tv ad.

[pizza-king-dwight]