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reddie-fangirl24 · 5 years ago

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Allergy (A Reddie Fanfiction)

This was a request from @fancykraken It is based off on a scene from the movie Game Plan. I hope you enjoy!

Having fun and enjoying their usual jokes as they all ate out at a restaurant, customers turned their heads at the Losers Club’s chaotic behavior. Ever since they reunited, the group made a pact to rejoin every month. Forgetting about one another was the worst possible thing that could ever happen, destroying the memories. The reunions consisted of traveling to one another hometowns. This time, it was Florida where Mike resided.

“Lobster rolls are here! I love these!” Richie chanted taking a piece before the plate was even put down on the table. The waitress gave him a funny look. Of course, Richie was tough to deal with in a restaurant. Eddie knew that for a fact.

“Rich, your table manners are terrible!” Eddie criticized him.

“When did you turn into my dad?”

Holding their lobster rolls in a toast, or a water glass in Eddie’s case, the Losers bit into their delicious appetizers before their meals arrived.

“Eddie, aren’t you going to have a lobster roll?” Beverly asked him.

Eddie shook his head. “No, thanks.”

Richie pushed the plate towards him. “Come on, Eds, it’s not going to do anything to you!” Ever since he and Richie moved in together and became a couple, Richie challenged him to let go of all the superstitions that were put into his mind to prevent him from living his life. Eddie already got drunk, stayed up late and abandoned his placebo inhaler all together. However, he still kept it on hand for possible emergencies.

Eddie looked at the lobster roll again, deciphering between scenarios. In all truth, he never had seafood before. His mother always worried about food poisoning. And his allergies. If he ever did have any allergies. In the years when he was married to Myra they rarely ever went out to eat. They’d stay in and Myra would make these meals with no taste to them.

“Try one, Eddie, this restaurant makes the best lobster rolls!” Mike told him.

Oh, what the heck. Eddie picked up the lobster roll and gave it a cautious bite enough to get a flavor. Feeling his tastebuds dance around, Eddie devoured the whole thing in seconds.

“Didn’t I tell you that they were good?” Richie smiled at him, proudly. Eddie smiled back at his boyfriend, feeling his insides warm. He loved whenever his boyfriend was proud of him. Richie was proud of him no matter what.

“So, Eds, tell us about assistant teaching,” Bill asked him. “Do you think you’re going to become a teacher?”

Eddie scratched his neck. “It’s going alright. I’ve been asked to give out assignment work and -” Richie noticed him put a hand against his stomach in discomfort. When did that bright rash appear on Eddie’s neck?

“You okay, Eddie?” Ben asked worriedly. “Your face looks flushed.”

Was it just the Florida sun? Now Eddie felt warmer than usual. Sweat dripped off his head. What was going on?

“Uh... I don’t know, all of a su-sud-” Eddie wheezed, heaving a loud cough. Going into a coughing spasm he had the entire restaurant’s attention.

“Eddie, Eddie, what’s the matter?” Richie asked him, patting his back to see if it would help relieve the discomfort. “Can you talk to me?”

His eyes spinning, Eddie’s energy rapidly declined as his head drooped into the chair, wheezing, trying to catch his breath. The waitress arrived to see what the matter was. He couldn’t make out what people were saying to him. Richie was right next to him, calling his name. Oh, his stomach!

“It has to be the lobster roll!” Beverly pointed out in a panic.

Mike was already calling for an ambulance. “We have to get him to the hospital now!”

“Where’s the hospital, Mike?” Richie asked, glancing down the busy streets. Cars were piled up at each stoplight. Who knew that Florida had busy traffic. Eddie’s entire face was going pale. No, please, he couldn’t go through this again!

“It’s three blocks from here down that way!” Mike pointed down the street. A blue arrow indicating the hospital was visible.

Scooping Eddie right into his arms, Richie bolted up the streets, ignoring his friends calling out to him. An ambulance was going to take forever to get here!

“Stay with me, Eds! I’ll get you to the hospital!” Richie assured his boyfriend who continued to cough, choking for air. He cried out in agony, grasping his stomach. Eddie buried his face into Richie’s shoulder trying to stay conscious like he was instructed.

Once when they were kids Eddie fell and skinned his knee during recess. Richie gave him a piggyback ride to the nurse’s office. That was kindergarten. The year they first met. Just like that time, Richie was going to do anything in his willpower to help him.

Breaking about a hundred laws, cars screeched as Richie barreled across the street, running through green lights, shoving through crowds ordering crowds of people to move out of his way. He even jumped over and open man-hole. Oh, if Eddie were conscious he would never hear the end of this. What would the headliners read if this ever made the front page?

Panting hard, Richie never stopped running or slowed down until he was racing into the entrance of the emergency room. “Help! Someone help me, please!” Richie burst through the sliding door with a coughing Eddie in his arms.

Doctors raced towards the scene, rolling in a gurney. One of them took Eddie out of Richie’s arms and placed him comfortably on the bed. Richie followed as they started to roll him away. He reached out and grabbed Eddie’s hand who was still conscious. Just barely.

“What happened?” A nurse asked a flustered Richie. He watched closely as a nurse shined lights in Eddie’s eyes and down his mouth. Oh, flashbacks.

“Uh... he was eating a lobster roll at a restaurant and he just started coughing,” Richie explained to her as calmy as he could. He was still out of breath. He didn’t notice that his own hands were shaking. “He couldn’t breathe!” He held Eddie’s hand tightly.

The doctor placed a hand against Richie, preventing him from going any further. “Sir, you’re going to have to wait here!”

“No! Please, he needs me! I’m his boyfriend!” Richie begged. Eddie was rolled away, disappearing through the set of doors with the doctors at his side. “Eddie! Eddie!”

The nurse calmed Richie asking him to sit in the waiting room. Feeling way too anxious, Richie noticed how exhausted he was, mostly his legs. How long had it been since he ran like that?

Tapping his foot on the ground, Richie glanced up at the clock. He didn’t want to go through this again. When they took Eddie to the hospital the first time he was in surgery for hours. No matter what the doctors instructed of them, they all stayed in the waiting room. Richie wished he wasn’t alone right now, feeling his heart pounding, aching his chest.

Right then, all the Losers showed up, briefly scolding Richie for his actions. Tears ran down Richie’s cheeks, finally giving into his emotions. Settling down, they all gathered around, hugging Richie as he buried his face into his hands, sobs escaping his throat. People in the waiting room looked at them, frowning. They were all waiting.

“Shh, it’s okay, honey.” Beverly cradled him. “Eddie is going to be fine.”

“Did you see how pale his face was?” Richie choked on his breath. Ben gave his arm a squeeze. “He-He looked...”

“He’s not, Rich,” Bill assured him, looking into his eyes. “He’ll be okay.”

“Because you got him to the hospital,” Mike reminded him.

Richie still felt miserable. The only news that would make him feel better was that the love of his life would be okay. They only just earned their second chance. Eddie barely made it out alive when they defeated Pennywise. And it took ages for Eddie to get back on his feet, recovering from his injury. Praying to anyone who heard him, Richie vowed never to encourage Eddie thoughtlessly as he did ever again.

“Richard Tozier?” The nurse called about a couple of painful hours later.

In a flash, Richie walked over to her. This was the loudest that his heart ever pounded, He felt sick to his stomach. “Is he okay?”

The nurse nodded with an encouraging smile. “He is responding well to the treatments. We do want to keep him overnight to make sure, but he is going to be fine.”

Richie felt as if he were going to faint once he took a deep breath. “Th-Thank you,” he could barely speak feeling so overcome by all these emotions. The nurse sensed it. She was a nurse. She did this every day. Good news or bad news. “Can we see him?” Richie asked, his voice giving way to the tears. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep himself together.

“I wouldn’t encourage all of you to visit. He needs his rest.”

About to walk off, Richie turned back to his friends feeling a sting of guilt in his gut that none of them could come to visit Eddie, too. Completely understating, they all smiled as Beverly indicated for him to go.

Following the nurse down these halls felt like deja-vu. Hospitals were the worst. Believing that he was traveling back through time, Richie broke down sobbing when he entered the room where his boyfriend was. No, Eddie was not hooked up to life support like last time. Instead, Eddie was conscious, sitting up in the bed.

Eddie’s eyes were closed as he slept on his side. Making a noise, as tears ran down his cheeks, Eddie opened his eyes, and smiled, slowly sitting up. Breaking down into sobs, Richie sunk to the bed, burying his face into Eddie’s chest, cradling his love.

“It’s okay, Richie, I’m fine.” Surprisingly, the man laughed which felt very out of place. “I’ve never had a shellfish allergy before. Honestly, it might be my new favorite.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Richie asked him, having no clue how to react to such a comment.

Shaking his head, Eddie wiped the tears away which were threatening to make him cry. It was strange how he wasn’t crying right now. He gave away so easily whenever Richie cried. “You ran all the way to the hospital, carrying me. And it was an actual emergency. Rich, I could never thank you enough for doing that for me.”

“It’s my fault.” Richie guilty looked away from Eddie, staring darkly at the floor.

“What?”

“I told you to eat the lobster roll when you didn’t want to! I should never have made you do that!”

Eddie kissed his forehead, clasping Richie’s face with his hands to make the man look at him. “Richie, you didn’t know and I didn’t know. And you were just encouraging me. That’s what you do. Now we know to stay away from shellfish.”

Climbing into the bed next to him, Richie and Eddie cuddled together. He wrapped an arm around Eddie, allowing him to use it as a pillow. They stared at the ceiling. That’s what one did in a hospital. Eddie was still tired after the whole ordeal. So was Richie.

“I feel like a ran a race,” Richie joked in a light whisper.

“You should be awarded a medal.” Eddie looked at him with these eyes that sparkled, marveling over him. That was the way he looked at him every day. Now, the look was bigger, thankful. Loving. Richie’s heart warmed. How was he so lucky?

“Are you going to stay with me tonight?” Eddie asked, cuddling against his boyfriend.

“No, I’m gonna leave you here all alone! Do you know me?”

The lovers rested together. Finally, Eddie shut his eyes to take a nap. Richie leaned his head against Eddie’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.

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posarmeklen · 5 years ago

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Birth of the Antichrist

Hahahahahahahahaha. Hahahaha haha. Ohh ha ha ha ha. Sooooo, anyone want a list of some things that would most likely probably happen during/before/after/surrounding Jacknife's tender and special moment? No? Ok, here it is: - It would totally take place in the Doctor's de facto "hospital room" of sorts seen in the episode "Mayhem Donor". I was planning on going for that other hospital-like area in the prison from "Special Needs", but I figured this was a slightly less suitable place for the delicate process of labor, thus making it MORE appealing. - And offering up his space was the LAST of the Doctor's involvement with the pregnancy. He more or less took care of Jacknife while he rode out the end of his pregnancy at Superjail - mad scientist, obstetrician, same thing. However, the Doctor got SO fed up with Jacknife's terrible behavior during their appointments, such as Jacknife kicking him in the throat while on the exam table in hopes of snatching some rubbing alcohol up high on a shelf, that he relinquished every duty dealing with that son of a bitch and his demon spawn. So that left only Jailbot to attend the delivery for ““““moral support””””... and Jared, who the Warden ordered to tag along. It's not like Warden would be game to do that dirty work himself. Jared's already a basket case, never mind that he seems to be terrified of Jacknife, so suffice it to say he wasn't excited out of his mind for the new arrival. - The offspring actually reared his ugly head a month too early mainly because of Jacknife's poor lifestyle choices becoming disappointing prenatal habits. And it JUST SO HAPPENED that Jailbot couldn't help tending to a duty outside the confines of Superjail a day before the momentous surprise. Really... it was a terrible, terrible coincidence that no one likes to see happen. Therefore, with Jailbot MIA, that left Jared alone to "bond with" Jacknife for a good half of the experience. - The morning before the birth, Jacknife experienced one last big gust of chaotic energy. A not-so-calm before the storm, if you will. Feeling totally himself (the strange and ominous pains from last night were somehow gone for the moment!), his personality really sparkled through: sat around a table with a gaggle of the main inmates (this was part of a parental education plan set in motion by the Warden, to which every step had magnificently backfired; in this particular case, the objective was to teach Jacknife the general social skills he sorely lacks and might have needed to be a loving and agreeable parent), he cheated at poker, somehow got into an altercation with Lord Stingray, and physically drooled over an X-rated magazine that he snatched out of someone's hands as the guys half-jokingly gave him the sage advice of getting all his titty goodness in now before he came face-to-face with his bundle of joy. (Barely anyone REALLY thought he would ACTUALLY take on the responsibility of parenthood. They set the bar low after they saw what happened with "that Ultraprison broad".) Alas, Jacknife later leapt straight onto the table to reach for something in a way a pregnant person should not, and there reverberated a mighty splash! An already straining large-sized prison uniform was now drenched, and everyone knew the magic was surely moments away. - During the first moments in the "birthing center", Jared feared for his life as Jacknife, the cause for his terror, prepared to bring new life into the world. Soon enough, though, the ambiance took a turn. Jacknife got that dad sold my toys for booze look on his face. Water works were impending. Jacknife sniveled grossly as Jared reassurred him that he was sure he could do this, because he had already been through SO MUCH WORSE. I mean c'mon! "What's 7 or 8 pounds squeezing through a too-small hole?!" That was Jared's method of uncomfortably consoling someone whom he feels like HE needs consoling when in the presence of. He was freaked out. (Joke's on them. The abomination would slide comfortably over the 10-lb mark.) "Arrggggghrrrrr!!" Jacknife replied. (Their heartfelt moment was cut short from him tensing and sitting up at the discovery of another contraction.) - At long last, a rushed Jailbot burst into the room, demolishing the door as he zoomed into his rightful spot. Not before Jared sped up to him and began speaking inconspicuously through clenched teeth though. "Jailbot! Thank goodness you're here! He's...crazy...!" - As depicted above, Jared verbalized the strangeness of the situation while speaking words of encouragement to the convict. Meanwhile, Jailbot whipped out a metal tentacle arm with an accordion fan attachment from his limitless internal arsenal to fan the shit out of the very overheated Jacknife. - See that scowl on his screen? Take a good look. That's a >:[ of concern. Jailbot was at first absolutely ecstatic about getting to watch Jacknife experience childbirth - since it's of course world-renowned as the worst pain of one's life and putting Jacknife through pain is that sadistic machine's specialty. However, as the orifice that Jacknife would soon birth his child out of gradually opened up, so did Jailbot's heart............ <3 and he began to feel twinges of worry and well wishes for Jacknife and soon-to-be baby. Aaaaawww. - Jacknife flipped Jailbot off because classy and he can't say "You did this to me". - Jacknife also screamed bloody murder. In other words, it sounded like a typical Superjail intro. - Later on, things got super srs. Of his own accord, Jacknife changed position a bunch of times while displaying an uncharacteristic expression of focus because even absolutely feral career criminals "listen to their bodies" and "just know" during labor. Apparently. - Jailbot was the one to receive the dignified honor of Catching The Baby, after which he magically brandished a large pair of scissors and cut the cord too. At once, Jacknife flopped down flat on his back and let out an exasperated sort of groan out of sheer relief and exhaustion. But, in an instant, Jared made eye contact with him from behind Jailbot and tried to be a good sport: "Well, you're not pregnant anymore!" To which Jacknife responded by sitting up like a shot and grinning maniacally ear-to-ear at his newfound freedom. - Ever since it was revealed that Jailbot was the culprit of the knocking up of Jacknife through means such as accidental scientific intervention (of course before an encounter with Jailbot's vibrate mode under the stars), it was a total mystery to everyone as to what on God's green earth the product could actually be. Boy or girl? And aside from the traditional sex-guessing, (sub-)human, robot, or sinful in-between? So when a little mistake with nothing but the best of both worlds VIEW HERE came to say hello, Jacknife groaned in shock at the appearance of his new son, but it was all Jailbot could do not to be overjoyed at nature's wondrous meld of himself and his favorite felon. He was a bit concerned beforehand about the aftermath of a scandalous union between prison staff and inmate resembling him, but not when it *felt so right like this*. Now, all they had to do was remove the infant from jail premises asap. - The rest of the staff (well, the Warden and Alice) entered after the initial festivities. They all (the staff) got misty. Even Alice. It's because their Jailbot was officially a new parent now. They grow up so fast. - Meanwhile, Jacknife sat up in bed grudgingly and carelessly holding his spawn. With everyone totally enveloped in the feel-good event of the century, the four staff members simultaneously turned their heads toward him and smiled down at him encouragingly. Jacknife reciprocated the gesture by growling at them in resentment. - So it was then that Jailbot had an idea to diffuse the tension: He slid open an internal compartment and classically passed out cigars to the attendees of the room. After presenting the Warden, Jared, and Alice with theirs, he paused meaningfully when he got to Jacknife and reflected on the few times over the past couple months where he had to pry cigarettes and other non-pregnancy-friendly substances from his grubby hands. Now that the fetus was out, he felt more than happy to make a crook's day with a tobacco product. Jacknife was over the moon when he saw a metal claw outstretched to him grasping something to smoke, beaming as his jaw went slack and tongue lolled right out. And in order to free his hands to grab the cigar, he made a sacrifice as we sometimes must and tossed the infant off the side of the bed. Poor Jared happened to be standing there and BARELY caught the fortunate robot child totally improptu as he frowned in a panic with his teeth chattering away. Activate Jailbot emoticon for pissed. - And speaking of Jared, he addressed Jailbot and Jacknife and asked what the hell they were gonna do. Good question. :/ The violent mute duo were somehow legitimately excused from SJ for only a couple days so they could hang at Jacknife's place and do their equivalent of discussing their options. (They JUST came to the conclusion that they should not, could not, and ultimately would not actually parent their offspring together. Imagine that!) Jailbot came up with a modified means of transport for the journey away from Superjail (oooooooohh! That lucky robot's about to soak up the wrong side of the tracks!) since there was currently a third passenger in the equation, and who would trust Jacknife to hold a baby with two hands while sitting on a chair, never mind with one as he flew through the sky? That's my question. It turned out Jailbot conveniently morphed into a boxy vehicle with a seat and metal safety bar in front, like something out of an amusement park, and Jacknife sat inside with the kid. What do you know, the little shit got airsick because it was his first time and he graced Jacknife's flesh with some fresh bile. Gross man: "Eeeeeeeewww!" - During the precious family moments, Jacknife's lack of grace as a parent was spelt out clear as day, as Jailbot temporarily assumed the brave role of single robotic father, more or less (although the "microscopic quotient of selfless love" Jacknife's been rumored to possess came out to play once in a blue moon in such manners as Jacknife scaring the ever-loving shit out of his offspring by pulling wacky faces at him from an already unsightly mug). Now, someone also had to nourish the fruit of their loins from the warmth of their own bosom, all the while said someone wished he could be the spectator instead of the participant and the participant could be someone with bazookas big enough to fill a bra. But alas! You can't always get what you want. Oh yeah and I'm not sure what becomes of the baby afterward yet. But let me tell you. He's goin' places.

#110% Canon genuine superjail lore #i'm so happy for those kids 😔#mpreg fanart #mpreg #my art #drawing

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ftkd-arts · 5 years ago

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HC: Dumbbell

Remember Dumbbell, Rainbow Dash's old bully? He's a main parent in Harmonyverse, the bo of not one, but two of the Mane Six.

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Throughout his foalhood, he took his frustrations out on pegasi runts, because his father had repeatedly told him he himself was a runt. That doesn't excuse Dumbbell's actions, of course, but that's where the seed of poor self esteem was planted, resulting in Dumbbell being a chaotic bully figure. He was the kind of bully that was sometimes your rude friend too; the type you invite over for a game of baseball or something every once and awhile. Basically he was a Buford from Phineas and Ferb-esque bully.

Dumbbell is a mountain of a muscular pegasus. Despite his job at the Weather Factory, which he was forced into taking as a teen after his cheating father ditched his sick mom, Dumbbell never truly have up on his life goal; weightlifting. He wanted to become a famous sportsman, so he could have the money to take care of his mom, brothers and sisters.

The "Boy Bullies" are all brothers, only a few of their numerous siblings. He was the oldest boy, so it fell to him to be the breadwinner until their mom recovered from an illness. Hoops had too much riding on him with the basketball team, and Score was already an intern for an Equestrian Hoofball company. It made the most sense for Dumbbell to quickly snag a full-time gig at the Weather Factory. Score and Hoops managed to get part-time spots.

As an adult, Dumbbell quite likes his job and the world of meteorology. He still hasn't given up on bodybuilding, and one day wishes to hold the world record for lifting weights.

That's where Dumbbell met Lance Barbell, better known as Bulk Biceps. Cloudsdale was holding a weightlifting competition that Dumbbell caught wind of, only by his co-workers complaining about the Oatstrian rock of a pegasus that kept winning. Dumbbell got his bros to cover for him, determined to prove himself against this loud stallion... And thus, a rivalry was born.

Dumbbell was baffled by the sheer strength of Bulk Biceps. Bulk kept one-uping him, and Dumbbell was well pissed by the seventh time that dumb stranger won over him.

Like the idiot he is, Dumbbell ended up spraining his back. Thankfully, Bulk Biceps is also a physical therapist, and offered to fix Dumbbell right up, free of charge. Reluctantly, Dumbbell took the offer. He was basically just insulting Bulk Biceps the entire time... and didn't seem to notice when the insults became playful banter.

Afterwards, Dumbbell kept running into Lance at the gym, day after day, until eventually, the two started waiting for the other to show up. Their rivalry was soon filtered in friendship.

Bulk Biceps, very nervously, cracked up the courage to sing Dumbbell a song he had wrote about him... a love song, that is. Dumbbell turned into a stammering beet red dork, of course, so the only way to answer his friend's love declaration was to kiss the shy stallion.

They married young and quickly, Bulk opted to have a child, twhich Bell agreed, after some convincing. Their only son is one Featherweight. Dumbbell festered a lot of fear over parenthood, hating the idea of ruining his kid or becoming his own asshole of a father. When Featherweight was very young, Dumbbell kept a distance, and started taking up more shifts at the factory. Due to his absence, Bulk Biceps started to become lonely and clingy towards his husband. This only drew Dumbbell farther away, as he was uncomfortable with how dependant everyone was on him...

Bulk and Bell struggled for a long time, until he missed Featherweight's nineth birthday party. Featherweight had waited all day for his Pops to come. Then he waited until midnight. 1 AM. 2 AM. Soon enough, it was 6 o'clock in the morning. He ended up falling asleep in Bulk's arms, with snot and tears coating his fur.

Dumbbell finally arrived home at seven. He had forgotten about the special day, since a crowd of pegasi were trying out for the Wonderbolts and he had wanted to watch. He had been with one try-out all night... He swore to Lance nothing happened despite the signals that mare was sending him, but Bulk couldn't forgive Dumbbell for missing their son's birthday, just so he could flirt. "Maybe, if you don't plan on showing up for your son's birthday... you shouldn't show up at all."

And so, the pair divorced. Bulk Biceps took primary custody of Featherweight.

Dumbbell threw himself into his work after that. He climbed the ladder until he managed his own team of employees. He was doing so good that when the Wind Rider took a tour of the establishment, he offered to set the chap up with his daughter!

Fresh off a divorce, but Dumbbell couldn't refuse a date with a celebrity's kid, espiecally when that celebrity kept joking about ending Dumbbell's career if he hurt Wind Rider's daughter. So, a blind date ensued.

Wouldn't you know it, the mare turned out to be that try-out flirt, a miss Lightning Dust. Their relationship was always rocky and filled with arguments and pettiness, but they did genuinely love each other. When Lightning Dust came up pregnant, Wind Rider pressured the two into a shotgun marriage. From then on, they had even more things to disbute over. Wind chose the name of their first son, Thunderweight.

The first big chip at their love was when a colt Thunderweight attempted a dangerous flight trick that Lightning Dust had promised was harmless. A baby could do it, she insisted! Well, little Thunder landed right into the hospital with multiple broken bones and a concussion. Their house was brimming with fights over the past few days, until Dumbbell threatened to take the matter to court (and take Thunderweight away, permanently). Lightning Dust eventually agreed to dismantle the Washouts and join a different team, the Shadowbolts; a group of quick pegasi racers.

They had three more children-- Phoenix Ashes, and the baby twins Hailstorm and Whirlwind. Dumbbell finally had enough of Lightning Dust's smooth manipluations when it was discovered that Phoenix had a personality disorder caused by her mother's "tough love", aka how Light would only give Phoenix attention if she did what she wanted. If not, Lightning Dust acted as if her eldest girl didn't exist. What Dumbbell hated more was how Lightning Dust just shrugged and dismissed this, thinking her race was more important than this "dumb little visit".

Dumbbell divorced and convinced the court that the children would be better off with him. Even Wind Rider couldn't muster up the lawyers to get custody for the kids.

Dumbbell tried being a very present, very good single dad. He had to give little Phoenix a bit more care than the others, stirring up some resentment among her siblings. Thunderweight became her ruthless bully, as he blamed her for the divorce, and even roped a child Hailstorm into preying upon Phoenix Ashes. She became terrified of her brothers and stopped leaving her room. Dumbbell was so exhausted caring for all of them and working full-time... it was so, so hard; he didn't know how his mother had done it.

In her mid-teens, Phoenix Ashes ran away from Cloudsdale. Dumbbell was beside himself with worry and was a shade from a mental breakdown, when Whirlwind suggested that maybe if he found someone new to love, he might be happier. He didn't go out right away; he waited frantically until he got a call from Featherweight, claiming that Phoenix was staying with him for a while.

Dumbbell hadn't talked to his first kid in so long. They talked for hours and hours, simply exchanging life stories. Turns out, Featherweight was now a professional sports photographer and the hotshot Editor In Chief of the Ponyville Newspaper. The scrawny pegasus was even about to be a father himself! It felt so nice getting to know his son again. Dumbbell promised that they would talk more. To Featherweight's delight, he's kept it.

Knowing his daughter was safe gave Dumbbell a chance to relax for a moment. He had been scaring himself with nightmares and terrible daydreams of what might've happened to her. He took a few weeks to breathe and reconnect with his family.

Dumbbell knew that Thunderweight and Hailstorm, though a surly duo, were just scared kids deep down, missing their mother terribly. Dumbbell tried to get closer to them, and encouraged their special talents, beauty and art respectively. He even got his boys to workout with him, sometimes. That's not to say their behavior went unpunished-- Dumbbell refused to let Thunderweight tryout for the Wonderbolts and he took away Hailstorm's art supplies. ("You can go back to whatever you're doing when you learn some manners, colts. You're not children anymore, so stop acting like it! Phoenix Ashes is your /sister/, your flesh and blood, and you drove her away. Both of you should be ashamed of yourselves!")

Thank Celestia his youngest wasn't an asshole. Whirlwind had been cooking up some date for a while now, and she was so happy when dear ole dad finally accepted to go. Whirlwind couldn't help spilling her idea.

Whirly wanted him to go out with a girl he had briefly dated in his teenage years... Rainbow Dash. Reluctantly, Bell gave her a call. He was surprised that he actually heard back from her; and even more so when she said yes.

Dumbbell scrambled to the date, nervous but cocky, and was a bit shaken up when he found out Rainbow Dash had brought her wife to the date.

The Earth Pony was very excited to meet him. Her name was "Pinkamena Diane Pie, but all my friends call me Pinkie Pie!"

Dumbbell was very confused and very awkward. He went on with it nervously, but ended up having a great time. Pinkie Pie was so upbeat, energetic and funny, and Rainbow Dash was still a proud showboat dork. They had another date. And another. And another. And another.

Eventually, Dumbbell was the wives' official boyfriend. They didn't mind that he had kids, seeing as they had their own herd nicknamed "the Quad Squad", consisting of Airhead, Creampuff, Starburst and Jawbreaker.

After Thunderweight got his own place, Dumbbell soon moved to Ponyville. He lives with Pinkie, Rainbow Crash, Crash's parents, Whirlwind and Hailstorm.

Dumbbell's parenting skills have definitely improved, but he still doesn't think himself that great of a dad. He tries to be there for all his children now, and that's really all he can do at that point. He's so sorry that he missed so much of Featherweight's life, or how he didn't see how severe the bullying was on Phoenix... He slightly hates himself for not being a better father sooner. But he can't change the past, so at least he can be there for them in the present.

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- In the Humanverse, Dumbbell comes from mixed background, but is mostly Brazilian. He is a hybrid of vague horse breeds in Ponyverse, but is very tall, muscular, and fluffy. His design is partly inspired by Lopoddity's art of him, and his father walking out on him was her idea too.

(Design description; his fur turns the color of his mane at the uncolored parts, the darkness on his ear tips and shoulder blades resemble the hue of chocolate, and the color of his hooves match that of Hoops' pelt color. I imagine his eyes as more of an icey blue than moderate azure.)

- Featherweight is the father of Apple Bloom's daughter Candy Blossom. The four prominent adults in her life share her; Feathers, AB, AB's girlfriend Diamond Tiara, and Feather's bf Pipsqueak. Dumbbell is always ready to visit his wittle granddaughter, yes yes

- Dumbbell's mother did recover from her illness after a hassle of years. It was hard, but they got there.

- Bulk Biceps enjoys a quiet, if not distant, friendship with his ex-husband. He's happy that he's a better pony now, but he wasn't going to wait for that to happen. Instead, he remarried to a strong mare by the name of Maud Pie. Featherweight's half-sibling is called Smoky Quartz.

(Since Maud is no longer with Starlight and Trixie in my verse, I've moved them around a bit. Trixie is now the wife of con-artist Flim and nature enthusiast Mudbriar, carrying their two children Willow Wisp and Wildflower, the minions of Prince Janus. I haven't decided who Starlight Glimmer is with yet- suggestions are appreciated!)

- Dumbbell's brother Hoops went onto become a local sportspony, a celebrity in Ponyville. His main gig is basketball, which to the ponies translates to punching the ball with your head or chin instead of hands. Hoops is a confident, secretly insecure boyo, that also turns into a beet red dork at the notion of romance.

Hoops is married to ex-single mother Ditzy Doo (nicknamed "Derpy Hooves" by Ponyville), and is stepfather to her daughter Dinky Doo. Hoops had his own son with her named Butterhoof after adopting a young teenage Screwball.

- Score is a tubby, socially awkward fella with social anxiety and shyness over his stunted size (he's rather short and chubby for the stallions in his family). He was the push-over type; he wasn't ever really /the/ mean bully, but the one that would encourage him and repeat what he said. He still doesn't speak up often, but is more outspoken than he was as a child or in his early to mid 20s (which is when the show takes place to me).

Score would take a paying job in Appleloosa for a small business interested in teaching sports to the youth. There Braeburn would charm the socks off Score, impressing him with shows of his Apple strength, community influence, bravery, and the flowers he kept sending his winged co-worker. Score just couldn't refuse that daring smirk when Braeburn asked him out.

Their relationship would go strong for many years... And they still are. They're that pair that argues like a married couple before they're married (they are btw), while simultaneously they're those lovebirds that can't stop snuggling each other. The two have tons of pet names, and even more embarrassing nicknames for their son Snapple.

- Dumbbell and Rainbow Dash love to shit talk Lightning Dust together. It's one of the many things that ensured their quick romance. Other reasons include endless banter, shit talking literally everything, routine workouts where they pushed each other to the limit, racing competitions, competitions in general (they hoof-wrestle a lot), flustering the hell outta the other, etc. In short, they're jerk jocks in love.

Dumbbell's relationship with Pinkie isn't as sweetly bitchy as his with Rainbow Dash. Pinkie Pie loves snuggles, kisses all de time, and is a big fan of physical contact. Her love language consists of touch and/or verbal affection. Dumbbell is thankful he found someone who is always trying to teach him something new and exciting.

She likes laying on Bell's back, teaching him how to bake, helping him through his daddy issues, encouraging his pre-existing passions, and using his shadow as shade. Dumbbell is patient with Pinkie the most of all; she is a bipolar, autistic dwarf-- though she may fall hard into depression, or may not understand something right away, it doesn't mean that's bad. It just takes bit more time, and her partners are willing to give it.

- Jawbreaker and Dumbbell box all the time. Pseudo father/son bonding time

- Dumbbell's full name is Buck Dum Belle. Pinkie calls him Bucky. Rainbow Dash calls him Dummy.

And that's all folks, my dumb hc for this one-off character that I've grown attached to, hope you enjoyed ✌️ don't take my headcanonnnn or y'know also my art. I actually redid the drawing (the other was completely different, undetailed, plain, and bland) and I'm so glad I did. This one is sooo much better you don't even know. (Yes, I did upload this on Pastelglitchesxx, but I didn't like the format so I changed it up.)

HC: Screwball; https://www.deviantart.com/gayswillrule/art/HC-Screwball-815984452

HC: Derpy Hooves; https://www.deviantart.com/gayswillrule/art/HC-Derpy-Hooves-notes-818998776

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