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canterlot-heights-high:

Mod- this is frikken’ adorable! thank you!

Mod: I agree…this was really freakin’ cute! Thank you very much, Twisted Ribbon! 
She kind of looks like someone who Penny would love to watch anime with *nods*

canterlot-heights-high:

Mod- this is frikken’ adorable! thank you!

Mod: I agree…this was really freakin’ cute! Thank you very much, Twisted Ribbon!

She kind of looks like someone who Penny would love to watch anime with *nods*

canterlot-heights-high:

Mr. Cross and Ms. River taking a stroll through the school grounds…Ms River has given up telling Mr. Cross that its a no smoking grounds.

"I handle the pressures of the outside on our prestigious center of learning as well as try to balance our unique student body’s needs with the general welfare. On top of this is trying to evaluate each case needed for special disciplinary action given that this could sometimes involve international, intercontinental and interdimensional politics. This is what I do along with teaching. I hardly have idle hands."
He lights up another. “So, as founder of this reinvigorated institute, I say I am permitted this exception of personal vice to handle the stress of my work. I won’t say it’s a good habit but I’ll be dead before they yank them from me.” The blue stallion laughs, coughs a little, then laughs a little more.
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Mod: A brief, fun response about his smoking from Mr. Cross of Canterlot Heights High. As always, all due credit to the lovely Snow!

canterlot-heights-high:

Mr. Cross and Ms. River taking a stroll through the school grounds…Ms River has given up telling Mr. Cross that its a no smoking grounds.

"I handle the pressures of the outside on our prestigious center of learning as well as try to balance our unique student body’s needs with the general welfare. On top of this is trying to evaluate each case needed for special disciplinary action given that this could sometimes involve international, intercontinental and interdimensional politics. This is what I do along with teaching. I hardly have idle hands."

He lights up another. “So, as founder of this reinvigorated institute, I say I am permitted this exception of personal vice to handle the stress of my work. I won’t say it’s a good habit but I’ll be dead before they yank them from me.” The blue stallion laughs, coughs a little, then laughs a little more.

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Mod: A brief, fun response about his smoking from Mr. Cross of Canterlot Heights High. As always, all due credit to the lovely Snow!

I hope you like it! 
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Mod: Thank you, this was a rather cute work, Zira!

I hope you like it! 

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Mod: Thank you, this was a rather cute work, Zira!

asksalamanderpony:

(Saw some folks posting “Nightmare” versions of their characters, so I figured I’d jump on the bandwagon!Featuring ask-doctor-dimension, pendletondreadful and askbananapie )

Mod: Nicely done. It looks like it would be a very unpleasant experience for all involved…mostly the three behind her. *chuckle*

asksalamanderpony:

(Saw some folks posting “Nightmare” versions of their characters, so I figured I’d jump on the bandwagon!

Featuring ask-doctor-dimension, pendletondreadful and askbananapie )

Mod: Nicely done. It looks like it would be a very unpleasant experience for all involved…mostly the three behind her. *chuckle*

ask-doctor-dimension:

The Long Game

(Thanks for the patience, now time to throw a bone out there!)
(Also, pretty sure Sally is the Sherlock Holmes of her people!)

"I can get why Banana would want to go home." Sniffs. "I’ve been smellin’ trouble for a while now. A certain surprise just sealed the deal on the shit-o-meter." He nodded.

"…by the way, if we go back and visit Poe, I’ve been wantin’ to try givin’ that massive meloned downer a noogie for a long time. He’s been inspiring pains in my flank for way too long. I don’t blame him for that. Just want to noogie ‘im and all fair, capiche?

His eyes darted toward Patty. He caught that bit about Gabriel. Given the whole time travel thing, it wouldn’t surprise him if something was going to get in his face later about how much trouble he’d avoid if he just gunned down Patty and the unborn angel right now. It would probably be easier.

Yeah, and if Pen was that kind of stallion he’d have kicked his own ass. Oh wait, he’s already done that. Nah, if it was going to come to it then he’d deal with Gabs when she’d earned the attempt. Not a moment sooner. What meaning did choice have to do otherwise?

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Continued from here!

asksnowstorm:

They tripped and fell over during Tai-Chi  practice…..Honest!

"Sorry about that, Snow…I don’t really do slow and gentle very well I guess…uhmm…uh….you…uh…might want to be careful with your hand…" This was so very awkward. So very, very awkward. What was he supposed to do now? Wait. Yeah, that was it. He would wait for her to move first. Any second she would leap off of him and they would laugh it off.
Any second now.

asksnowstorm:

They tripped and fell over during Tai-Chi  practice…..Honest!

"Sorry about that, Snow…I don’t really do slow and gentle very well I guess…uhmm…uh….you…uh…might want to be careful with your hand…" This was so very awkward. So very, very awkward. What was he supposed to do now? Wait. Yeah, that was it. He would wait for her to move first. Any second she would leap off of him and they would laugh it off.

Any second now.

End of a Friendship

canterlot-heights-high:

Pen worked in the field putting the West Equestrian Hoofball team’s equipment away after their practice. He’d already had an earful from Mr. Cross about the damage he did to the wall around the dumpster. He didn’t want to talk about everything that made him worry but it was enough to make Pendleton wonder if there was something being kept from him. The entire time he was in that office all the brown pony could think about was how his hand and wrist burned as the occasional fragments of stone fell from his skin. The more his body burned, the more it seemed to heal from what he did to it. But…that seemed tied to how he angry he was. The brown pony had been given plenty of time to observe it as he listened. He didn’t want to admit it but the truth was glaring him in the face. His anger gave him power. That was wrong. Anger wasn’t the right way, was it?

The scabs were already falling off of his hand as he tried to go over again and again how things had gotten here. Why his emotions couldn’t settle back down.

“Pen? Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?” The colt tensed a little at the sound of the pegasus’s voice.

“Yeah…sure…I’m just…it’s been a long day…” What he wanted to do more than anything was run. To weight lift. To punch a bag. Even after the pain of hitting concrete he needed to move. He needed…he needed to follow the burning inside. Somehow the idea of looking at Dark Knight right now was just making him grit his teeth.

Darien smiled softly. “Thanks…I bet it’s been a rough day for you. With what happened with Elisa I can imagine you’re pretty tore up.”

The earth pony’s heart kept beating hard. “Not as much as you’d think. She’s a bitch and we both know it.”

“That’s a little harsh…”

“It’s also true. If you haven’t noticed then you can’t be that smart, can you?” The words popped out of him before the colt could stop them. Pen had absorbed more than enough shit to pretend that playing nice was that much an option. Besides, Darien was the one to bring Elisa and him together. He was responsible for a lot of pain. The colt had to put his growing energy into something. Grabbing the nearest piece of equipment without looking, he started trying to lift it. Thankfully it was heavier than he thought. “I swear…after so long of dealing with that…who wouldn’t boil over, you know?”

The blackened pegasus smiled. “I know, and you have every right to feel that way. But you still need to take a step back. You are being way too mean when maybe you haven’t heard her full story…”

“MEAN?! ’HER’ full story?! Where the fuck were you when ‘I’ needed to be heard? When I was listening to her fuck strange stallions? Tell me, how am ‘I’ being unreasonable?!” He felt his blood coursing in his veins. He shouldn’t feel this way toward Dark Knight. He was his friend. The ebon stallion cared about him when no pony else did. So why did he hate him so much right now? “You were there, Dark. You were there as she ordered me around. You were there. You saw how I did everything she asked….I even worked just to pay for what she wanted…” Metal groaned as something started giving under his fingers.
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The pegasus’s wings spread genially, trying to calm his friend. “And that makes you a good colt…why would you risk that with this…fit? Pen…stop…you’re…you’re trying to move the bleachers. You can’t even see straight anymore let alone think straight. Listen to me. You probably aren’t even remembering things right. Elisa was simply upset because…”

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Mod: Just adding this…

ask-doctor-dimension:

Number Two’s Tardis is back up and runnin’, but what of our gravid friend Pathfinder?
Featuring ask-king-sombra , as well as askbananapie pendletondreadful and asksalamanderpony ! (The last three as always, and I’m happy to have em haha!)

"….Couldn’t you have fixed the Tardis, then had all the sex you want, then taken out all the wait times? Hmph, yeah, sure….’patchin’ things up, eh? I think you just lost track again, Tumblina." He smirked at the blue tin can. "We should probably locate Banana and get the heck off this world before we figure out why guards haven’t surrounded us yet."

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Mod: Continued from here!

ask-doctor-dimension:

Gabriel has to be the most considerate foal ever, only kicking when she can’t help it!
(Thanks for waiting and readin’!)
The smoking stick makes an appearance! And Pen and Sally have been talking, the question is, about what?
(Fear not folks, there is a point to this all!)

Featuring the ever fun @askbananapie (cannot get the hyperlink to work!) Also, ignore the lack of white and gray hair highlights in the third photo, I screwed up.

"And since Gabs is movin’ in a direction we don’t know for protection it could just as likely put us in another form of danger. Pushin’ somepony out of the way of a car doesn’t do much good if it’ll just put ‘em off a cliff…

"…and how in Tar do you know how to work that thing?"

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Mod: Continued from here!

ask-doctor-dimension:

Back in black! Or Pathfinder Grey, if you prefer!
This will now get interesting, and one of the next posts will be the announcing posts for the next story arc!
(Separate pages coming soon!)
(Thanks for being patient with me and a giant thanks to those who showed their support!)
The last picture made me feel all fuzzy, was very happy with how it turned out! Have a good night!

Mod: Continued from here

Pen is trying hard to not be the crude stallion that he is…good luck to him.