#dumbbelldash

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My Little Pony OTP- Dumbbell Dash

Cool! I love that I still love this ship! I haven't drawn it in a while though.

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DumbbellDash is life they are my OTP 

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I haven't drawn my pony otp in over a year I think. A sudden mood came over me so I gave in! I'm just not into mlp like I used to be. Don't think I'll ever get over how bad the finale was but whatever. Yet despite this I still have love for my ships!  Most of which I never even drew. So I plan on changing that.

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Commission Info Here!   Ko-Fi   Derpibooru DeviantArt

Short Story Under the Cut!

The evening ended, the excitement and buzz in the air had finally fizzled out. Hours of back and forth from the kitchen with cupcakes, pizza, and hayburgers, the oven caked with enough grease to supply the local Double Patty’s or at least two fast food wagons.  The music stopped, all the chairs and tables folded and put away, and the confetti was...mostly swept give or take a patch. As he tied another trash bag to sit out on the street corner ,he saw the last fading visages of a clique of fillies scampering down the path towards their own homes.

Dumbbell finally felt like it was safe to breathe a beloved sigh of relief as he leaned against the side of his house. The Cutiecenera was over.

Dumbbell sighed and closed his eyes. “Thank the Sun...”

Actually no. Damn the sun. It was freaking hot today.

“You can thank me too while you’re at it.”

Dumbbell reluctantly opened a heavy lidded eye and peered across their front lawn. Hightide’s diminutive form stood near their mailbox, a broom and dustpan clutched limply in his hands.

“Hm? What was that?” Dumbbell asked, noting his son’s exhaustion. Hightide came down the path, his hooves dragging like he was walking through a swamp, with the dust pan filled with little squares of colorful paper fated for the trash can.

“I said,” Hightide breathed tiredly “It would have been nice if mom and Cherry were here to help out.”  Dumbbell chuckled. “I can’t keep your mom away from the Roller Regionals, you know that. Your big sis neither.”

Hightide huffed and tossed the broom to the ground, about to dispose of the mound of confetti. “Yeah, but-”

“DADDY!”  There was a shriek, then a burst of strong wind and Hightide found himself consumed by a tornado of dust and party paper.

“Daddy, daddy! Swift Storm and Golden Comet are having a sleepover at their house, can I go, can I go, can I go please?” Kite Runner was doing figure eights in mid air around Dumbbell’s head. Dumbbell caught her on the next pass around, stopping the buzzing sugar filled filly instantly. “Woah now, sweet stuff,” Dumbbell shrugged and gestured to the front lawn as if to emphasize all the chaos that had just went on within its boundaries not less than an hour ago.

“We just had a party!”  

“I know!” Kite Runner swayed in her father’s grasp, upside down, her dimpled smile brimmed with happiness. “But this is the cutiecenera after party! Only my bestest friends will be there!”

Dumbbell smirked. “Is your brother invited?”

“No.”

Hightide snorted from his place on the lawn. “Didn’t wanna.” A momentary pause before Dumbbell released his youngest daughter back to the air. He pointed an authoritative finger at her. “Don’t wreck the place.” he stated. Knowing, or at least hoping he knew that she’d heed her dad’s warning.

“Yessir!” Kite saluted before she shot off like an airborne torpedo.

Dumbbell shook his head. “These kids.” Hightide was still on the lawn,  now flat on his back, covered in confetti. To Dumbbell there wasn’t too much difference between the colt and what remained of the pinata which lay tattered and abandoned, but at least the pinata was smiling. What a champ.

“Hightide.”  Dumbbell walked over when his son didn’t respond. He leaned over to look him in the eye. “What’s got you bugged, little guy.”  Hightide released a slow, low spirited breath and sat up, brushing away the confetti and picking most of it out of his mane.

“My little sister got her cutie mark three days ago.” he said.

“Yep.”

“And  I still don’t have mine.”

“True that.”

The colt’s expression slipped in somewhere between confused and dejected. “How is that possible?” Dumbbell hoisted his son back onto his feet, marveling at the new mess Kite Runner’s confetti storm had created. He’d half a mind to make her clean it herself, but a father couldn’t damper his little girl’s cutiecenera like that. He wiped his forehead and glanced at the near cloudless blue sky. Today was a scorcher, he would have to adjust  some of those clouds...

“I’m a whole year older than she is!” Hightide paced fretfully back and forth across the lawn. Dumbbell fought to not roll his eyes. Of course a single year makes all the difference.

“What did she do that I didn’t do?” Dumbbell clamped a palm on Hightide’s head to stop him. “You’re over thinking it, Tide, remember what I’ve told you? There’s no point in worrying to death over the next sunrise. It’ll come whether you’re there to see it or not.”

“I've tried everything,” Hightide bit the inside of his cheek. “Nothing’s worked.”

Dumbbell smirked. “Everything? You sure?”

“Yes, all Kite Runner had to do was...fly.” Hightide dug his heel into the dirt, frustrated seemingly by everything.

“Flew straight into a thunderstorm when her classroom’s pet bird got out of its cage , nearly killing me and your ma with a panic attack. And then she came back down as if nothing was wrong with the bird on her back...carrying a bolt of lightning in her teeth. You know, to be specific.” Dumbbell paused, recalling the event with bemused wonderment. “You three get all your weirdness from your mother’s side.”

Hightide bit his cheek again, moments away from muttering something about how he could have at least gotten wings in the weirdness package, but not wanting to have another argument over that again. Despite this, Dumbbell still sensed that something was wrong as he watched his son gaze longingly at the sky. A  smile crept onto his face. As a certain familiar phrase entered his mind.

‘Like the ocean needs the moon to take the tides away’

“All you need's a little time to chase the blues away.” When he heard this, Hightide jumped, knocked out of his melancholy as recognition dawned on him. “Pops?”

“How about this,” Dumbbell clapped a hand on Hightide’s small shoulder, business like. “I have a client tomorrow but it’s only half day.” Hightide’s ears flicked with interest. “Uh huh?”

"Surf season started yesturday." Dumbbell winked. “When I get back, what do ya say we hit the beach, ey?” Hightide’s stunned expression broke into a full grin as he sprung into his dad’s arms like a grasshopper.

“Seriously, pops?” Hightide could barely keep himself from squealing.

“Of course I’m serious!” Dumbbell laughed deeply as Hightide wriggled in his arms, trying to deflect the oncoming and inevitable noogie of doom. “I can’t keep a fish like you out of the brine for too long. You’ll start flaking!”

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Ghajini’s tail twitched irritably as he silently watched the still waters. Every time he reacted to a tug on the line had resulted in an empty hook. Dejected, the griffon baited the hook and recast for the third time in about 20 minutes.

“What's going on with these fish? They’re not biting like they used to.”

There came another tug, he waited patiently until the fish stopped swimming and began to reel it in. The line went taut and the rod bent to a low angle as he began to pull. “Damnit, this is a big one!”

Just keep it steady. He thought to himself, determined not to let this fish get away. Ghajini felt his paws dig into the muddy dirt. “Seriously what the heck is this...a shark?” He grunted under the strain, letting off a string of curses of what he’d do if his rod broke. Suddenly the pressure on the line vanished, the line snapped, and Ghajini flew backwards into the bushes.

“Oh for the love of -!”

And he cursed.

“Hey Gaz you great griffon warrior! How many fish you got?”  The griffon struggled to pull himself out of the bush and looked back down into the river.  There he saw a head peeking out of the water, watching him like an imp.

“What the hell are you doing in there, Hightide? Get out before you scare away all the fish!”

Hightide laughed as he paddled around lazily. “Seeing what you’ve done so far, I don’t think me being here really matters that much.”

Ghajini growled. “Whatever you floating pile of seaweed, I’d like to see you do better.” Hightide stopped laughing and stared at the griffon. Before the silence drew out too long he shrugged and went back into the murky depths of the river. Ghajini could do nothing but sit on the shore waiting.  “Where did he go. Did he swim down river?” Before he could start to worry the still water rippled, then a massive fish broke the surface and clocked Ghajini in the face. “Ow!” it was heavy enough to knock him over. The next thing he knew Hightide was standing next to him sopping wet with a goofy yet prideful smile on his face.

“So what do you think? Is this better?”

After the shock subsided, Ghajini groaned.

“I mean look at it! It’s almost as big as I am. Might need your help bringing it back home.” Ghajini wiggled free from under the fish’s weight, his face awash with confusion. “How the...what did you...how did you do this?” Hightide merely shrugged. “Dunno. You’re a great griffon warrior right?” Hightide puffed out his chest.  “How don’t you know how to fish?” He dodged the griffon’s half hearted swipe.

“Oh yeah, I forgot cats hate water!”

_ _ _ _ _ _ As the story goes, at this point Ghajini has been living with Hightide and his family for a little over 6 months now. Gaz and Hightide have gotten closer together, eliminating some of Gaz’s anxiety and alienation he feels in Ponyville. But he doesn’t yet know about ’Tide’s shape-shifting ability. Also quick note that Hightide can only turn into a kelpie. He isn’t a changeling.

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[It’s been forever since I’ve drawn my pony OTP. So here they are!]

[dumbbellpony]

Scene from a fanfiction I’m trying to write. Yay.

It was at some point during the practice matches when Rainbow Dash realized how much pain her wings were in. It had been a good two hours and a heavy throb like a broken tooth ached all the way along her humerous bone down to her primaries.

“You guys, timeout.” Rainbow Dash called and some of the activity lessened on the cloudisseum, though most continued without any pause while she floated to a platform, rubbing her left shoulder  with a pained look. Above her April Showers caught the cloud ball and looked down at Dash.

“Want us to wait for you?” she asked. Rainbow Dash palmed her shoulder then shook her head. “Nah, it’s good, I’m just going to rest my shoulder for a little bit.  Rainbow Dash went towards the benches and sat down with a heavy sigh. Only a moment later Dash felt the twinge of pain return, darting in and out of her sensory awareness like small yet intense pen needles. Just as she was about to head for the locker room to grab some muscle cream, Dumbbell landed in the stand next to her.

“Need some help with that?” he asked, referencing her shoulder.  Dash shrugged. “Sure, you got something to rub on this?”

“Just these miracle workers.”  Dash felt his fingers press into the tenderness of her trapezius muscle.

“Oooh...ung...mm!” She clamped a hand over her mouth, but the sensation was indescribable. The pain was just...leaving! Sliding away like hot oils down her neck, and out  through the tips of her wings. “Where did you learn how to do this?” She breathed sharply and scowled when Dumbbell chuckled behind her.

“Just something I picked up from a masseuse who used to live up here a while ago, I think he lives in Ponyville now.”  

“Ah, okay.” Rainbow Dash couldn't allot enough brain cells to completing her sentence as Dumbbell’s applications cut through her shoulder and wing pain like soft butter.

“Looks like Shine did a real number on you. I don’t remember her playing this hard since flight school.”  

 In the cloudisseum, Rainbow Shine deflected a cloud ball with a gust of wind powerful enough that the twirling cloud mass shot back to the other side, and  straight through the opposite goal post before anypony could stop it.

“She must have practiced a whole lot.” Dash mused. Dumbbell sat next to her when he finished her quick massage. A few minutes passed by as they watched the other players passing and maneuvering deftly through the air.

“Yeah, we can barely get her to lift a finger in the cloud factory but out here she works like a dog,” he said. “Damn near every day since the last time you two had a 1 v 1 in the flight school arena.”  There was a pause, Rainbow felt her ear twitch in annoyance when an awkward beat of silence ran between them. Dumbbell continued. “Do you remember that day?”

Rainbow Dash’s ears fell and a phantom pain ghosted across her back. “I remember,” she tugged absent-mindedly at a feather.  “You got me kicked out of school.”

“That was the day after.” Dumbbell corrected. “After you broke Rainbow Shine’s wing.”

 Rainbow Dash’s back arched.  “That was a long time ago, why bother bringing it up now?”

The stallion rolled his eyes. “I know you’re practically blind, deaf, and dense, but you can’t tell me that you haven’t picked up on the very un friendshippy way Shine’s been around you since you've been here,”  He couldn't help but smile. “She makes us look like the best of pals.”

 In fact RainbowShine’s wing was broken once...but-

“What happened back then isn’t important. It’s in the past.” she growled.  

“And I’m pretty sure Shine was trying to break my wings. What I did was in self defense.”  When Dumbbell’s grim expression failed to change she added. 

“She was trying to kill me.”

“Oh yeah?” Dumbbell smirked, his eyes narrowing. “Pretty sure four years ago I was the one trying to kill you.”

“As if you had a chance.” Rainbow Dash muttered. In the span of that exchange, the awkward mood soured into something deep and regrettable, something Rainbow Dash couldn't sound the depths of.  She averted her eyes not wanting to face Dumbbell’s accusing gaze, that and she wouldn't admit that she could not face it.

“What’s bothering Shine is bothering me,” Dumbbell’s tone hardened.  “It’s bothering all of us. But she won’t tell us the truth. So I figured I might as well get the truth out of you.”

“None of that was my fault.” she whispered.  Behind her Dumbbell snorted. 

“That’s not the way she tells it.”