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Beavernator β A Lesser-Known Tale of Dinky Hooves
Published: 2012-01-13 14:22:38 +0000 UTC; Views: 94180; Favourites: 1877; Downloads: 1431
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Couldn't sleep tonight; so I pulled an all-nighter and made this comic about Dinky Doo's backstory on MS Paint.Related content
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This is an absolutely sweet story. I like that Dinky might be a chosen pony.
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oh my so........... buaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β
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Now we know different pony types can interbreed...but this is sweet and precious.
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*Raven*: ...... Heh. A derp, but still a sweet derp at that.
*Dr. X*: Indeed.....
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d'AWWWWWWWWW'\
Liquid.... aw, heck, they're just tears from how sad and sweet this is.Β
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So sweet... like heartwarming sweet. I love it. The tears came 2.
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What kind of sick person could throw an adorable foal like Dinky into garbage?!
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A heartless pony,that's who.
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Oh the tears...[sniffles]
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Manly tears were shed this day... T_T
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So beautifull many tears where shed great job
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1/2 of me:
DAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
2/2 of me:
Y U MAKE GROWN MEN ALMOST CRY!
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So beautiful, sad, but with a meaningful message.
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This just makes me want to cry. Great job, man.
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Thankfully Glittering Gem got what she deserved for what she did to her daughter, plus a broken horn when she foalnapped Dinky to kill her again just a few weeks later. Now Derpy and Dinky live a nice carefree life in Ponyville after agreeing with Carrot Tops' advice.
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i like this headcanon
but its wrong, derpy is married to Ponet, a blue unicorn with a mane color just like dinky but darker and more hue'd.
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Say what I thought Derpy's Husband was named Bran Muffin? Β
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Oh wait never mind I see Ponet.
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Is this fact, cause I don't remember seeing anything about it. Still, as much as this gives me lots of feels. I prefer DerpyWhoves and that Dinky is either adopted or from a past love who died.
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"Mom?" The young lilac filly with the sun golden mane walks into her mothers bedroom were she had just gotten home from work. She is Dinky Doo. The brightest muffin in the hard yet peaceful life of Ditzy Doo, or Derpy to those who love her. Though today life gets a little harder for Derpy as her little filly has a powerful question on her mind. "Mom, if I'm your daughter. Then how come I have a horn and you have wings?"
Derpy is paused at the question. She knew this day would come but she had hopped it would be longer away. "Well... " She thinks back, getting lost in the memories of the day Dinky arrived into her life.
It was just another day. Same as any. She had been less then 1 year into her new job as Mail-Mare. The work was hard and the pay was low, but for someone like her it was the best she could do. She was not the smartest pony but she worked hard at everything she did. She was just finishing up her final delivery. She had flown so far and was so tired, but the package was delivered and now she could go home. Until she heard a whisper from the ally. "muh-ma.." Derpy turned around not sure what she heard. "Hello? Did someone say something?" She could hear a tiny cough and weezing moan coming from a trash bin behind the store. She was a little afraid of what she would find but she could not walk away. As she opened the lid and looked down in horror at what laid before her.
"OMGosh! You poor thing." Down at the bottom of the bin among the rotten food and discarded waist, laid a tiny infant. She was beaten and cut from trash being thrown in on her with out notice. Her ribs shown easily through her malnourished body as she looked up out of her one opened eye at Derpy looking down on her. Derpy with out any more hesitation reached in and pulled in the young foal wrapping her closely in her arms as she took to the air.
Derpy was never the best of flyers. She often weaved spiratically and even got lost from time to time. Her vision was one of her biggest challenges in life and would get her into trouble, but tonight. Tonight she focused harder then any time in her life. She saw her path clearer then the brightest day, guiding her to the hospital many miles away. She flew like life depended on it, for it did. She raced in through the hospital doors like a bolt. "HEEEELP!" She cried out as several nurses and a doctor raced from hallways to her. "Please... please help!" Derpy was crying so hard when they found her and her wings burned so hot from how hard she flew. She reached out to the doctor with the baby in her arms. He took her and whisked her away as Derpy collapsed from exhaustion.
She came to her senses a few moments as a nurse brought her some tea. She started to ask Derpy question about the foal. Was she her's and how did she get in such a situation. "N.no mam. She.. I..." Derpy shook her head to get her thought straight. "I found her. She was thrown away and I found her." Derpy smiled at the nurse with her eyes filled with tears. The nurse wrote everything down as she tried to comfort Derpy.
For the next few weeks Derpy came to the hospital every day to see the little foal. She was making a slow recovery but the doctors were concerned about her future. Even though they were doing all they could to fix her body. She was not responsive to others. She hardly ate. It was as if she had given up on life. For one so young to no longer want to live. It broke Derpy's heart. After asking, the doctors thought it could do no harm to let her see the foal. So she walked in with the doctor, to the small bed surrounded by beeping machines. She leaned over the bed rails and looked down at the little foal. "Please stay." Derpy whispered as she nuzzled the little foals ear. "Your to precious to leave so soon." Derpy's eye filled with tears as a couple drops fell onto the foals cheek.
The foal rustled and turned to look up. She saw Derpy looking down on her, tears in her eyes but a smile on her face. A small smile crossed the foals mouth as her little arms reached up towards Derpy. "Mah-mu" Her soft little voice squeaked out those tiny little words. Derpy's eye went wide with suprise as she reached in and gently took the foals hoof. She started to cry heavily. "I'm not her, but I will be if you want me to." The doctor and nurse were ecstatic to see such a positive reaction.
Over two more weeks. Derpy came every day as often as she could. She took some of her vacation time so she could be there. She help with her feeding and cleaning. She even bought her cloths and toys. Every day Derpy grew closer to her. "Please let me keep her. I will be the best mother she could ever want." The doctor and social worker were hesitant to let a young mare with such a hard past take care of a foal. Though after several background checks and her work history. They decided to give her a chance.
"Please sign these papers Ms. Doo. Oh and please write in the child's name on this line."
Derpy looked down at the little foal sleeping in the stroller beside her and smiled. "She is my little Dinky muffin." She turned back and scribbled out Dinky under name. The social worker smiled and handed her several papers as well as helpful information for assistance and "how to" manuals. Derpy smiled as she left with her little Dinky, her special muffin.
"Sooo, why do I have a horn?" Dinky asks again to snap her mother out of her day dream. She is a little surprised when her mother turns back to her with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes.
"Well, let me put it this way. These wings are to show everyone that I'm your guardian angel." She flutters her wings a little creating a cool breeze on Dinky's face making her giggle. She then lifts her hoof up and touches her horn. "And your horn... your horn shows everyone that life is magical when I have you." She reach down and hugs Dinky deeply. Dinky can feel a few tear drops from her mother and realizes that this is the best answer she is going to get for now. Some day she will know more, but for know. It is enough to know that she has the best mother that any pony could ever want.
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Sorry if this is different then what you had in mind. Much like you could not sleep and had to make this. I could not let go and had to write this. Some times art is so powerful that it makes me write, more. To expand on what I see. You as an artist have done your job so well. For art is meant to invoke a response. The more powerful the response the better the art did it's job. You my friend are an artist worthy of your watch and following.
Thank you for sharing this with us all. Thank you for what you have given us all.
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POST THIS AS A STORY!~!~~~~~!!!!!!!
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I guess I could. Β I have always lived under the idea that what I write for an piece of art is meant for that art. Β I never do it to gather fame or recognition. Β Only to give back to the artist that gave me so much.
I took a trip back to look at this. Β To think it's been almost a year since I wrote this and someone read it. Β That's pretty cool. Β Still, I may just copy and paste it to my page. Β
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You could just ask the artist for permission to use the picture as a cover art for the story.Β
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Oh that's not an issue. Β I would link the artwork my story was based on but it is still pretty much a story written for them. Β Though as you suggested. Β I posted it on my deviant. Β Thanks for showing interest in my story though. Β It was not much, but if you enjoyed it. Β Then it was well worth the time. Β
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I loved it i could picture the whole story in my head and felt the emotions derpy felt and of course liquid pride lol great job
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oh god.. i think liquid pride just came out of my eyes. :,o
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This is just to much. I have read some deep and touching comics, but this. This involves my favorite pony and you hit me so hard with this. The image of Dinky in the trash like that. It was harsh. I nearly broke down.
Thank you for putting more feels in the world and making stuff that makes me want to look longer.
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You may have used a really awful image editing program (MSPaint is one of the worst), but you managed to use it to kick me in the feels.
All my faves are belong to you.
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Aww so sweet!
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This is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sweet*__*
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There aren't many things that actually make me cry - sad, yes, even teary-eyed, but actually cry?
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That is one or two death warrants signed when I get my hands on them.
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OMG!!! WHO EVER THROUGH HER IN THE TRASH I'M GOING TO KILL HIM
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