--> The Life and Times of Pendleton Dreadful

ask-doctor-dimension:

The cornicopia of mystery deepens!
Big thanks to pendletondreadful who basically wrote this in a weird semi-RP with me, may have played around with some lines, but the character’s dialogue is their own creator’s…..creation!
One’s a monster slayer, the other’s an archangel. You’d think they’d see eye to eye.

Mod: You really think they would. Pen can have that effect (i.e.- being a total ass) when suspicious and/or edgy. And from the look of it he’s really getting on Gabriel’s good side. Please note heavy use of sarcasm. Maybe he should talk to Cas and Dean about how to handle this one…

Continued from here!

ask-doctor-dimension:

The Abbess’s Eulogy (mostly written by pendletondreadful with a few lines thrown in by me)
Thanks for the patience, I made good time on this one! For those who aren’t familiar with what pen does for a living, I recommend clicking in the link.
Yes, this is the reason for so much Gabriel.
Thanks for the asks, keep em coming! Also, new blog theme song and new description!

"And the vultures start landin’…"

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Mod: Continued from here!

cyberhorse:

A thingy madoodle for pendletondreadfulsrpcorner. Pen just seems like really good inspiration for drawing action-y, bloody stuff. I decided to draw him facing off against one of my own creations, Banshee. She sprung a surprise attack on him and bit him in the shoulder. How will this turn out? Pen is a stallion well versed in weaponry and combat. Banshee is a malicious nightmare that lives to hunt and kill. Enjoy!

Mod: This is pretty damn cool! Unfortunately for Pen, that ‘aura’ of his makes him very appealing looking prey for demons and the like. That’s why he just won’t be without a weapon. This right here. There’s always something waiting to get it’s teeth into him. You’d think that with his experience and a couple of knives he’d deal with this fight pretty well. Doesn’t hurt that he’s supernaturally strong.
If you think that then you haven’t followed his career for that long *chuckle*
Knives are a weapon of either stealth or last resort. Here, they are a weapon of last resort against something stronger and tougher than he is. Maybe if he can get to his guns…or maybe even the Page of the Book he keeps in his coat. Traveling sucks when you’re The Chosen One. There always seems to be a monster waiting around and it’s almost always worse in those crucial initial moments when you have no idea what you’re fighting. Only that you fight or die.
Another day in the life of Pendleton Dreadful…hopefully not another set of scars too.
All credit for this fantastic work goes to Cyber!

cyberhorse:

A thingy madoodle for pendletondreadfulsrpcorner. Pen just seems like really good inspiration for drawing action-y, bloody stuff. I decided to draw him facing off against one of my own creations, Banshee. She sprung a surprise attack on him and bit him in the shoulder. How will this turn out? Pen is a stallion well versed in weaponry and combat. Banshee is a malicious nightmare that lives to hunt and kill. Enjoy!

Mod: This is pretty damn cool! Unfortunately for Pen, that ‘aura’ of his makes him very appealing looking prey for demons and the like. That’s why he just won’t be without a weapon. This right here. There’s always something waiting to get it’s teeth into him. You’d think that with his experience and a couple of knives he’d deal with this fight pretty well. Doesn’t hurt that he’s supernaturally strong.

If you think that then you haven’t followed his career for that long *chuckle*

Knives are a weapon of either stealth or last resort. Here, they are a weapon of last resort against something stronger and tougher than he is. Maybe if he can get to his guns…or maybe even the Page of the Book he keeps in his coat. Traveling sucks when you’re The Chosen One. There always seems to be a monster waiting around and it’s almost always worse in those crucial initial moments when you have no idea what you’re fighting. Only that you fight or die.

Another day in the life of Pendleton Dreadful…hopefully not another set of scars too.

All credit for this fantastic work goes to Cyber!

ask-doctor-dimension:

That tingle that won’t go away too, while we’re on the subject.
Thanks folks! (Cameo by malikoathkeeper , asknursenimble , and ask-filly-hysteria )

Mod: Continued from here!

ask-doctor-dimension:

We are not the best of liars, but rule of hoof, if you can’t talk your way out of it you can bribe your way out of it. Or into it. Most of the time it’s a bad thing. To be fair, Banany and Sally have a resemblance.
( cheeky nurse cameo by asknursenimble )(hysteria will be in here too soon)
Thanks for the asks!

Mod: Continuing from here

Gallery of Nightmares

pony-f-krueger:

the cool still air  for the dark room  felt strangely energized it was as tho it was  waiting for something,  anticipating a visitor .

slowly  and with a creek the heavy wooden door opened  as the earthy stallion hesitantly entered the  empty darkness.  his hoof steps echoing far, 

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"Oh…Really buckin’ funny, Krueger! Aren’t you sick of this joke yet? Hasn’t it gotten old? Aren’t you tired of doing the same pathetic, played out shit time and time again?! Aren’t you?!"

Pendleton snarled. “It took Viztal over an hour to get all the chunks outta my plot! I get sick and buckin’ tired of being reminded of this every single time I look at a Cel-damned piece of fruit! Do you know how much that shit burns? Do you?!  ‘I’ do! It eats at the already torn tissues, you burnt-out, bacon-bit bitch! Over an hour of being forced open so another bloody chunk of pointy fruit could be pulled outta my ass!

"When I getta holda you I’m going to shove a funnel up your plot and pour battery acid, rubbing alcohol and industrial solvent down you until it flows out your snout, you leathery cunt!"

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Mod: Bonus dream and a pissed off Pen! This was too funny not to reblog. Well done, Anny! Sure, Pendleton didn’t fine it funny but I’m pretty sure the rest of us did *smirk*

Added art by Snow

canterlot-heights-high:

"So…Snow…out of curiosity, why are you teaching Pendleton Tai-Chi?"
"Hmmm? Well, he’s seemed so tense, so…I asked him why…he told me about his meds and emotional issues, I’m sure you know…You are his best friend…So I offered to help him out…You know, my mother had depression and how much tai-Chi helped her…so I thought…well..I wanted to help a friend, yeah?"
Darien smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “This is why I love you, Snow. You believe in others so much. Just…be careful. He is still taking his medications, yes?”
Her head tilted and her smile faltered, she knew when Dark didn’t approve of what she was doing…He never said it outright..But she felt like a badly behaved child, caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
"He’s still taking his meds, as far as I know, why wouldn’t he? Tai-Chi will just help him gain control….I..I thought you would be pleased…he’s your friend."
He stepped towards her. “Of course I’m pleased. Why wouldn’t I be? I just don’t think martial arts are the best thing for a colt with emotional issues…”
"Being calm, being normal, is all he wants, right? Then let him have that."
"But…My Father said that it would help him focus…I asked him last night…My mother was so much better once she was able to control…it will be fine, I’ll be fine…why are you so …worried?" Snow felt her face begin to flush hot, how could he make her feel ashamed with so few words? Why was this even an issue?
Darien halted for a moment. “Your father said that?” He shook his head. It must have been a mistake. “I’m not worried. I was just concerned. Pendleton is sensitive. You know that. Why else would he be so quiet?”
…Other than the verbal abuse, the pranks, the humiliation, Elisa’s abuse, Dizzy’s gang….
Snow gave Dark a slow and ‘old fashioned’ look. “He’s quiet because Elisa rips into him every time he opens his mouth, you know that as well as I do dear”
"All he has to do is tell her no, Snow. It’s good for him. Like with the football team, a stallion faces adversity head on. Elisa is a challenge and Pendleton needs some to reach his potential."
Snow blinked a few times and pursed her lips, she didn’t agree, but she only saw things from the outside, she didn’t know Pen well enough to really say what she thought.
She only knew that she was relived to never be on the receiving end of Elisa’s vile tongue
"I guess so, You know best Dear.." she sighed "But I’m still going to help him…I think he needs a friend…and he was so sweet to me, I Want to help him" her eyes flicked to the side, if only Darien had said those things in Pens message.
His smile grew as he pulled her into a kiss. “I do. I have his best interests at heart…though our plans are a bit more important. You and I have a long future together to cement. Perhaps make plans for that dinner y…we missed, mm?” He smiled.
"Out of curiosity…did your father say why he wished to meet with Pen?"
She flinched at the mention of the missed meal. She WAS being reprimanded like a naughty child after all.
"Meet Pen? Daddy didn’t say he wasn’t to meet Pen, I just asked about how training could help people with emotional issues, I didn’t even mention Pen to him, not really."She screwed up her nose prettily, trying to look cute for Dark, he was always sweeter to her if she acted like a little girl.
"Daddy didn’t want to meet anyone Darien"
The stallion chuckled softly. “Oh, it’s okay, Snow. It’s nothing. Pendleton is our friend and he deserves the chance to meet his limits..”
He ran his fingers through her mane. “You are so adorable like this. Just remember to ask me before seeing him in the future. Not that I would say no; it’s only to be sure that you stay with those that truly appreciate you.” He smiles at her.
"I can choose for myself Dark…" the words popped out of her mouth before she could even register the thought…crap…
He raised an eyebrow. “Of course you can…you’re a grown mare who can make her own decisions. I just want to be sure you are making the right decisions for you. It hasn’t always been so clear…isn’t that part of why you take the same classes as I do? Because you know where you belong? That the choice that’s good for me is good for you?” He holds his hand out to her…offering simplicity and a burden-less world of no weight or consequence….
Snow smiles thank fully, he isn’t mad…She takes his hand and looks up into his bright Tanzanite coloured eyes, Her husband to be.
"All you ever need to do is take my hand and trust in me to know what’s best…" The ebon pegasus draws her into his embrace.
"yes Darien, I know..I love you"
"I love you too, Snow. And this Pendleton nonsense…?"
Frowning, Snow felt her heart contract. “I’ll tell Pen we can’t do it…” She whispered,
Snow had no intention of doing so…But she would tell Pen to ‘maybe’ Keep their practice a secret.
He smiles in that way of his. “Not at all. You can do it…but make sure he takes an extra dose of his medications…and perhaps invite Elisa over to join you. I’m sure he would want his marefriend there for support.” He nods sagely to himself.
Lowering her head, Snow nods slowly “Of course Darien”
He tilts her head up. “What? It means spending more time with your best friend, doesn’t it..?”
She could feel her hackles rising, Poor Pen wouldn’t ever reach his potential if Elisa was watching…
"Sure, its a great idea..Im sure Elisa will be…thrilled"
"I’m sure she will be. She’s been wanting to talk to you about something. Pen too but she’s already been to see him."
Snow sighed inwardly and heavily. What did Elisa want now? Poor Pen…What did she do to him this time?
"Sure…Ill go find her.."
"That’s my girl. I’m sure it’s nothing." He swallows dryly. "…nothing." He can’t get the message out of his mind no matter how hard he tries.
funny thing is, neither can Snow.
((Rp by Pen-mod and Snow-mod))

Mod: Reblog of the AU for those who’ve been enjoying it! Yes, it’s in a rather raw form (chronic ill health kept me from being able to edit) but I thought folk would enjoy seeing a little more of the story unfolding. All thanks to go to Snow!

canterlot-heights-high:

"So…Snow…out of curiosity, why are you teaching Pendleton Tai-Chi?"

"Hmmm? Well, he’s seemed so tense, so…I asked him why…he told me about his meds and emotional issues, I’m sure you know…You are his best friend…So I offered to help him out…You know, my mother had depression and how much tai-Chi helped her…so I thought…well..I wanted to help a friend, yeah?"

Darien smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “This is why I love you, Snow. You believe in others so much. Just…be careful. He is still taking his medications, yes?”

Her head tilted and her smile faltered, she knew when Dark didn’t approve of what she was doing…He never said it outright..But she felt like a badly behaved child, caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"He’s still taking his meds, as far as I know, why wouldn’t he? Tai-Chi will just help him gain control….I..I thought you would be pleased…he’s your friend."

He stepped towards her. “Of course I’m pleased. Why wouldn’t I be? I just don’t think martial arts are the best thing for a colt with emotional issues…”

"Being calm, being normal, is all he wants, right? Then let him have that."

"But…My Father said that it would help him focus…I asked him last night…My mother was so much better once she was able to control…it will be fine, I’ll be fine…why are you so …worried?" Snow felt her face begin to flush hot, how could he make her feel ashamed with so few words? Why was this even an issue?

Darien halted for a moment. “Your father said that?” He shook his head. It must have been a mistake. “I’m not worried. I was just concerned. Pendleton is sensitive. You know that. Why else would he be so quiet?”

…Other than the verbal abuse, the pranks, the humiliation, Elisa’s abuse, Dizzy’s gang….

Snow gave Dark a slow and ‘old fashioned’ look. “He’s quiet because Elisa rips into him every time he opens his mouth, you know that as well as I do dear”

"All he has to do is tell her no, Snow. It’s good for him. Like with the football team, a stallion faces adversity head on. Elisa is a challenge and Pendleton needs some to reach his potential."

Snow blinked a few times and pursed her lips, she didn’t agree, but she only saw things from the outside, she didn’t know Pen well enough to really say what she thought.

She only knew that she was relived to never be on the receiving end of Elisa’s vile tongue

"I guess so, You know best Dear.." she sighed "But I’m still going to help him…I think he needs a friend…and he was so sweet to me, I Want to help him" her eyes flicked to the side, if only Darien had said those things in Pens message.

His smile grew as he pulled her into a kiss. “I do. I have his best interests at heart…though our plans are a bit more important. You and I have a long future together to cement. Perhaps make plans for that dinner y…we missed, mm?” He smiled.

"Out of curiosity…did your father say why he wished to meet with Pen?"

She flinched at the mention of the missed meal. She WAS being reprimanded like a naughty child after all.

"Meet Pen? Daddy didn’t say he wasn’t to meet Pen, I just asked about how training could help people with emotional issues, I didn’t even mention Pen to him, not really."She screwed up her nose prettily, trying to look cute for Dark, he was always sweeter to her if she acted like a little girl.

"Daddy didn’t want to meet anyone Darien"

The stallion chuckled softly. “Oh, it’s okay, Snow. It’s nothing. Pendleton is our friend and he deserves the chance to meet his limits..”

He ran his fingers through her mane. “You are so adorable like this. Just remember to ask me before seeing him in the future. Not that I would say no; it’s only to be sure that you stay with those that truly appreciate you.” He smiles at her.

"I can choose for myself Dark…" the words popped out of her mouth before she could even register the thought…crap…

He raised an eyebrow. “Of course you can…you’re a grown mare who can make her own decisions. I just want to be sure you are making the right decisions for you. It hasn’t always been so clear…isn’t that part of why you take the same classes as I do? Because you know where you belong? That the choice that’s good for me is good for you?” He holds his hand out to her…offering simplicity and a burden-less world of no weight or consequence….

Snow smiles thank fully, he isn’t mad…She takes his hand and looks up into his bright Tanzanite coloured eyes, Her husband to be.

"All you ever need to do is take my hand and trust in me to know what’s best…" The ebon pegasus draws her into his embrace.

"yes Darien, I know..I love you"

"I love you too, Snow. And this Pendleton nonsense…?"

Frowning, Snow felt her heart contract. “I’ll tell Pen we can’t do it…” She whispered,

Snow had no intention of doing so…But she would tell Pen to ‘maybe’ Keep their practice a secret.

He smiles in that way of his. “Not at all. You can do it…but make sure he takes an extra dose of his medications…and perhaps invite Elisa over to join you. I’m sure he would want his marefriend there for support.” He nods sagely to himself.

Lowering her head, Snow nods slowly “Of course Darien”

He tilts her head up. “What? It means spending more time with your best friend, doesn’t it..?”

She could feel her hackles rising, Poor Pen wouldn’t ever reach his potential if Elisa was watching…

"Sure, its a great idea..Im sure Elisa will be…thrilled"

"I’m sure she will be. She’s been wanting to talk to you about something. Pen too but she’s already been to see him."

Snow sighed inwardly and heavily. What did Elisa want now? Poor Pen…What did she do to him this time?

"Sure…Ill go find her.."

"That’s my girl. I’m sure it’s nothing." He swallows dryly. "…nothing." He can’t get the message out of his mind no matter how hard he tries.

funny thing is, neither can Snow.

((Rp by Pen-mod and Snow-mod))

Mod: Reblog of the AU for those who’ve been enjoying it! Yes, it’s in a rather raw form (chronic ill health kept me from being able to edit) but I thought folk would enjoy seeing a little more of the story unfolding. All thanks to go to Snow!

Have some adorable cuddling snow and pen - Blade mod
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Mod: Considering that I posted the first part to a nasty time for Pen, I guess some cuteness is needed to balance it out. And what a delicious dose of diabetes indeed! Thank you, Blade!

Have some adorable cuddling snow and pen - Blade mod

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Mod: Considering that I posted the first part to a nasty time for Pen, I guess some cuteness is needed to balance it out. And what a delicious dose of diabetes indeed! Thank you, Blade!

Boiling Rooms and Skeletal Closets Part 1

(Mod: While things have been hectic and hardly getting easier, I’ve decided to post pieces of the main story crossover with Freddy as best I can to keep things progressing. There are more asks saved that will be factored in as well as a chance for some others. I’m actually further along than what you see here but that doesn’t mean I’m set in stone. So be wary…I’ve got a story to tell and as I’ve proven before, I can be dogged in telling it.

As for the message from ask-doctor-dimension, that is from Abby, the first form of that Doctor. The crossover with that character takes place after this story and I will be placing it as appropriate. I will collect posts as best I can soon for clearer reading and placement. Current timeline for this blog and Snow’s is dealing with Freddy

The post follows this)

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The setting sun matched the ponies beneath it. Both were slogging their way to the end of the day. Each eager in their exhaustion to find the end of yet another day. At the same time, the lazy light seemed to want to linger to keep some of the edges of night at bay. In the end it was as defeated as the souls filtering their way into their homes. Tired eyes and hung heads would have avoided the tall pony if they had managed to look up enough to see him.

Pendleton walked along the sidewalk, sticking to what shadows and cover there was. Head bent to let his hat cover much of his face and his long coat to conceal his scars and weapons would limit just how much a danger a random pony might view him as. The scarred stallion knew his size and presence alone could alarm ponies that didn’t know him. Trying to hunker down just make him look silly so he just trying to keep to his own business while appearing like he knew where he was going. Most ponies wouldn’t question another that seemed to have a sense of purpose.

None of them seemed to care. In a way, each pony seemed a little lost in themselves. They weren’t daydreaming. They were definitely aware of their surroundings. If anything it looked like they had a couple of beers after a lack of sleep. Not giggly or faded. Simply lacking in coordination and vaguely out of it. This didn’t seem like Freddy’s style. There would fear on many faces if that was true. This wasn’t fear so much as an exhaustion that seemed to blanket the town itself.

Pen had been skirting the corners of this form of Ponyville for a while now. It was mostly quiet except for the suicide of a local teacher. In a small town that should have made bigger news. Not a pony seemed to question it. Not even in speculation. Ponies were natural gossips. How could there not be speculation of how she died? This and many other questions were building up in the muscular equine. Passive surveillance was getting him nowhere. It make him feel like the burnt demon was laughing at him for being so gentle with his investigation.

Laughing at him all the time, really. Every single time Pendleton had slipped and fell asleep, Freddy, Franny, or both, were waiting for him. Poking him. Prodding him. Laughing at him. Reminding him of how little he’d actually done to the demon. He little he could do to protect Snow and his foal. It was almost like Harpoon all over again. The very thought made the fire within him want to manifest…but he promised Snow that he wouldn’t burn his lives away like that. Especially since he was running low. Helping out Abby had upset his wife and lessened what was left to protect his own soul.

It was hard to play a hero when there was somepony waiting for you to get back home.

Freddy knew that too. He reminded Pen every time he closed his eyes for too long that Snow was vulnerable. But what was the earthy pony supposed to do? Freddy himself was the threat. The only way to stop him was to go to his home territory and try to rip him out at the root. Unfortunately, it also made it that much easier for the dream demon to invade Pen’s mind. Even now, the clock was ticking against The Chosen One and he needed to get what information he could as quickly as possible. It was so tempting to just start busting heads.

However, it wasn’t like he could just start grabbing ponies and shake them down for information. Pen had to know the right ones to corner for that to even be an option. Doing such would only provoke a police response which would make his job harder to do. Like that was anything unusual. There wasn’t much choice. He would have to get a little more hooves on if he was going to get any real answers from this burned-out burg.

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theblogofblade:

Yay mod finished! Zephyr can’t scratch his ears with those little arms! Pens cuteness surpasses the others I mean look at him!
lonesome-cubpendletondreadful  Pliskin Grace Note Blade And zephyrflash

Mod: What an adorably pouty Pen! Thank you for including him! 
If you haven’t checked out this blog yet, maybe give it a chance!

theblogofblade:

Yay mod finished! Zephyr can’t scratch his ears with those little arms! Pens cuteness surpasses the others I mean look at him!

lonesome-cub
pendletondreadful
Pliskin
Grace Note
Blade
And zephyrflash

Mod: What an adorably pouty Pen! Thank you for including him!

If you haven’t checked out this blog yet, maybe give it a chance!