alwaysonguard | Entries tagged with dwight hendrickson

The weekend had been an eventful one and the added responsibility of watching a... friend.. business partner... that had suddenly transformed into a rabbit only added to the business. Especially considering rabbit!Amaya was determined to get into everything she possibly could. That included a pile of shavings and sawdust when she had made a mad dash downstairs the other day, the dust bunnies under the bed, the closet where he kept all the spare tools.

So whenever he looked around for the fluff ball and found her once again in his top dresser drawer, looking snug and comfy in his sock drawer, Dwight tried to remind himself that it was better she was nomming on his socks and not the electrical cords downstairs.

"Glad you are enjoying yourself there, Amaya" he said with a soft sight and playful mocking tone as he looked down at the rabbit and shook his head. "You are going to owe me quite a few new pairs of socks if this keeps up much longer!"

The sun was already starting to sink when a taxi pulled up to a stop at the end of the causeway and a figure got out. As he stood looking around for a moment, Dwight took a slow, deep breath and then started walking across the causeway. Snoopy tugged excitedly at his harness as he sniffed the air and gave a happy bark.

"Ah are we home?" Dwight asked with a somewhat forced smile as he watched the pup. "You happy to be back home boy?"

Dwight was glad it wasn't too far to his apartment, because after the last few weeks, even the duffle bag slung over his shoulder felt like it weighed a ton. And with just one quick stop, which was thankfully literally on the way to his place, Dwight was looking forward to finally being able to try and relax for a change.

And so, after a quick stop at Furnado's for a ~~handwaved~~ meeting with the vet, Snoopy was settled in for a mini vacation of his own. After nearly a month in hotels and everything, Dwight knew the pup deserved to be pampered, and have a good thorough check up. So, after a few more head rubs and drowning kisses in return, Dwight was finally standing outside his shop.

"Well at least it's still standing," he said to himself with a slight chuckle.

Dwight fished his keys out and unlocked the door. Stepping inside, he was relieve to see that all was still good, and the shop was in good, all be a bit dusty, shape. Leaving the closer inspection for morning, Dwight headed up the stairs to the apartment, dropped the duffle bag by the door and headed to the kitchen. Thankfully he had been meaning to do some shopping when he had gotten the call and had to rush out, so there wasn't a terribly big mess to deal with in the fridge. That also meant there was nothing to eat and less than great beer left in the fridge still.

He wasn't going to complain too much though. Beer was beer and Dwight had made it a point not to drink hardly at all while dealing with all that mess. But now that it was over, now that he was home, even a cheap beer sounded heavenly. Sinking onto the couch he cracked open one of the cans he set on the coffee table and took a drink, trying to block out the echoes that still rang in his head any time he let things get too still or too quiet.

Dwight looked at his phone sitting there and thought about sending a quick text or two that he was back, but didn't make a move to do so.

(Yes, Dwight is now back on the island!)

Time had a way of running away and getting out of hand at the best of times. Dealing with an unexpected death in the family and everything involved with that just complicated things even more. Add into that the still freshly re-opened wounds of having to deal with his old man again, and Dwight was ready to just walk away from everything. But he knew he couldn't do that. He owed it to his sister to make sure her final wishes were taken care of. He knew he had to do this last thing for her... and for himself.

It had been hard enough dealing with funeral arrangements and after the "wonderful" bonding experience with his dad, Dwight was left doing everything else on his own. Tavin had taken what few things of Helen's he wanted then left Dwight to deal with all the rest, without even saying another word to his son when they passed each other for a brief moment as they went their separate ways.

Dwight was thankful for the time left alone, and he knew it was for the best. He also knew that was why it took a lot more time to get it all figured out. There wasn't a lot to worry about, Helen had no kids and had never married, and in a move that came as a complete shock to Dwight, she had actually left most things to him. In a way, that almost made it all seem more unfair. Had he been that close really to reconnecting with his sister and getting back what was left of his family? Maybe. But he would never know for sure and now, as the only family member left to deal with his sister's final wishes, Dwight found even more secrets he was going to have to process and work through on top of everything else.

( Memorial Day for a Veteran )

(Likely the last post from Dwight before he gets back to the island. NFB but OOC welcome).

It had been a few days (for Dwight at least) since his hurried departure from Fandom. But as if a funeral wasn't bad enough, his day was about to get worse...a lot worse actually.

(NFB due to distance, head canon catch up time, OOCs are welcome!
Warning for trauma, family dysfunction, and typical Haven related traumatic stuffs
Pre-played with myself XD)

( Of Fathers and Sons and Secrets )

The weekend had been... interesting, to say the least. And the fallout from said weekend had been.. Well, not all that good really. He really shouldn't have expected anything different. Once again it just proved that a happily ever after was not in the cards for him.

Last night's binge at the bar with Summer was just one more bad choice to add to the list. Dwight sighed as he filled his coffee cup again, running a hand through his still wet hair. The long shower had helped some with the dull throbbing in his head, but he was still not feeling like doing much. Even the morning run had been cut short, much to Snoopy's displeasure.

"Sorry boy," he said to the pup who was looking at him oh so judgingly, tennis ball in his mouth, and a pitiful whimper to go with it. "I'll make it up to you later ok?"

It was then that Dwight noticed there was a missed call on his phone. Picking it up he frowned at the number shown on the screen. He didn't recognize it, but the area code was the same as the number his sister had given him a few weeks ago.

"Who would be calling me from Cleveland? And why?" he muttered as he picked up the phone and started listening to the message as he wandered over to the couch and sat down.

( ...this doesn't bode well )

It had been a busy day so far for Dwight, though not down in the shop. Instead, he had spent much of the day upstairs in the apartment getting things straightened up and looking a little less 'bachelor-pad' esque. It really was just some straightening and organizing.

And he kept telling himself it was no big deal really.
It was just Amaya.
Coming to the apartment.
For a business meeting.
And dinner... of sorts.

There was no need to go overboard. Yet by the time the afternoon rolled around and the time they had ~~handwavely~~ agreed to arrived, the apartment was looking rather nice.

The floors were clean of the usual clutter- military training would always be in his blood, so a mess was not allowed but clutter had a way of creeping up at times.

The small yet comfortable living room area was arranged nicely. The existing furniture that had come with the apartment, mainly the couch and recliner, had been supplemented with a lot of custom pieces Dwight had made himself- a coffee table and end tables, book shelves, and a few other pieces here and there.

The kitchen was simple but more than enough for his level of cooking skill and the small table had room enough for four chairs if anyone ever did stop by. A few selected plants, not a mushy flower arrangement anywhere to be seen, sat or hung in the large windows along the wall.

Under the stairs leading up to the bedroom loft was a pen area filled with all of Snoopy's favorite toys and his favorite stuffie and pillow- and Snoopy himself of course. On every shelf were crammed books and though there was a TV on the far wall, it was hardly ever used.

And the final touch, hanging on the wall leading to the stairs down into the workshop, were several photos, including one of him and Lizzie, a ridiculous one of him and Miguel from their road trip, one of him and Amaya from the most recent school trip, and a few others documenting his first year in Fandom.

Things were as ready as they could be. All that was left to do was wait for things to finish cooking. And for Amaya to arrive. There was that too...

(post open! Expecting one but others can stop by before in the time line XD )

So yeah... life sucks right now...

I had already planned to take time off for some IRL things I needed to take care of for the end of the month. Now my Father in Law has been in the hospital for a day now with possible heart failure and other issues... so yeah, the break is coming sooner than I anticipated :(

I will be MIA from the 25th until at least the 3rd or so depending on how everything goes. Hopefully no longer but will cross that bridge if it comes.

Dwight will get to experience another Fandom first- animal transformation.
Blue Pit Bull Dog

So if you see a big tough looking pit bull around Hannibal's office don't worry. It's just Dwight being tormented by kittens! LOL

Hope everyone has a good time and sorry to be bailing but hope to be back soon! I will be around on Discord when I can and am available via email for those who have it.

Take care all and hope to be back soon!

Things were finally seeming to get back to some semblance of normal around the island. No random teleporting and no holes chasing people around town. So Dwight figured it was as good a time as any to get back into his somewhat usual routine.

Back in Haven, a morning run was how he started most days- provided the day hadn't started with an urgent call or some Haven-related drama. He had missed those early morning runs and so he was out making his way towards the beach, figuring a run through the waves and then a quick break to watch the sunrise before heading into town was a great way to kick off the day.

(open for anyone who wants to run into Dwight anywhere in Fandom while he's on his run :) )

Some rambling notes for our buddy Dwight :) Thanks for checking it out!

Dwight came to Fandom at the very start of his canon arc in the show. There are a few changes/updates that are being made now to align more with his early canon storyline. Also, I wanted to better establish his backstory timeline as there was not much flushed out in the show, but this needs to be in place in order for his story to play out here in Fandom. So, without further ado, here they are:

( ...keep reading )

Change- Early on in the show, Dwight got a haircut and kept the cleaner look for the rest of the time he was in Haven. There was no real mention of reasoning-he just showed up after a few episodes and the homeless surfer guy hair was gone. Here in the Fandom story line, Dwight will also be getting a haircut preceding some difficult things he is going to have address. (depression/trauma coping method? Maybe, maybe not, we will see 😉 )

Dwight looking in a mirror at his reflection - short hair and a stern look on his face

Timeline- So as I already said we know only a few snippets about Dwight before he shows up in the first episode of Haven. So, consider the following a mix of canon facts, my own head canon ideas, and things to make everything work easier here in Fandom. Sharing this here both for my own benefit for easy reference but also so anyone else interacting with Dwight and getting involved in his story line progression has this backstory available.

· Dwight had lived in and around Haven for years then moved away

· 1998- Dwight marries his wife (sometime in Jan of that year)

· 1999- His daughter Lizzie is born (Aug of that year)

· 2001- The War in Afghanistan beaks out- his father knows about the family Bullet Trouble but is in denial about it

· 2002- Dwight enlists and ends up in Afghanistan, never having been told about the Bullet Trouble

· 2005- Dwight’s battalion is captured and his Bullet Trouble activates

· 2006- Moves back to Haven with Lizzie and his wife leaves them- he raises Lizzie alone, having cut all contact with his family

· 2009- Lizzie’s Bullet Trouble activates and she ends up dying- Dwight moves to Fandom as he tries to deal with that trauma and loss

Dwight and Lizzie laughing and playing around together

Dwight is coming up on the one year (for him) anniversary of Lizzie’s death and he’s not dealing with it as well as he had hoped he would. He left Haven to get away from the memories and trauma but it seems like its following him and he’s going to have to actually face this and deal with it. Maybe his new friends can help him get through this. (Preferably without him having to get too wasted or shot in the process please.)

OK, so.... Introductions. *clears throat* Damn I hate talking about myself! Ummm ok here we go.

Hey everyone and thanks for having me! This is Dwight Hendrickson, from the Haven TV Show. Yes THAT Haven. Yes the same Haven as the infamous Duke Crocker. That same Haven :P