Not Look Well In Black
Link - by @thaliatimsh
Rating: Mature Archive Warning: N/A Category: Gen, F/M Fandoms: Dishonored (Video Games) Characters: Treavor Pendleton, Custis Pendleton, Morgan Pendleton, Waverly Boyle, others Additional Tags: References to Suicide, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Racism, Homophobia, Ableism, Victorian Attitudes, Mental Health Issues, Stillbirth, Implied/Referenced Underage Relationship(s), Bad Sex, Wakes & Funerals, Plague Length: 25/27 chapters, 70k words (as of May 14th 2021)
Summary: Attempt at consolidating my Pendleton family headcanons, but really just a biography of one Lord Treavor Pendleton.
Feels: This fic is absolutely, criminally underrated. I very, very rarely read Dishonored fic, but I’m so glad I clicked on this one way back in 2015! It’s made me laugh, cry, cackle, and lose sleep as I tried to finish just one more chapter.
The oppressive, melancholic, and often bizarrely hilarious vibe of this fic is truly something else. <3 I’ve never read anything quite like it. It takes you on an emotional rollercoaster as we follow the life and times of one Treavor Pendleton & his, like, severely dysfunctional family and peers. It’s awkward, witty, bleak, funny, and casually cruel, all in one. Like the game itself!
Corvo, once he shows up, is wonderfully human, not quite deranged but clearly damaged from his ordeal(s). The Loyalists are brilliant, each one has their own fleshed-out personality, and it’s a real treat to read about all the stuff that happens behind the scenes during the conspiracy. It’s like @thaliatimsh took up the many threads of canon & wove them into a detailed tapestry, and the original stuff they added fits so seamlessly into Dunwall that after a few chapters, you’ll no longer be quite sure what’s canon and what isn’t. Many details will make your jaw drop and your heart clench, but then the next moment you’ll be cackling at a clever turn of dialogue.
The overall mood of this fic is that one maid at the Boyle mansion who blithely warms her hands at the hearth while her lady’s corpse lies sprawled right next to her. Plus... look, I didn’t even fucking ship Treavor & Waverly before I read this fic, and now I’m just:
Also: the real MVP is Lady Gertrude. I don’t take criticism at this time.
















