#prompt 197

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“You’re terrifying.”

“Thank you.”

“That... wasn’t a compliment.”

“Well it should’ve been.”

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Just say yes, by Snow Patrol

Thank you @silvanshadow for this prompt and as always thanks to @galladrabbles for hosting .

For some reason my mind went season 11.

Just say yes

Ian flicked a camo jacket at Mickey. “We’ll look more professional. Just say yes.”

Mickey scoffed, arms crossed and a sneer complete with arched brows.. “What is this? Army dress-up for protecting fucking stoner money?”

Ian flashed puppy eyes. “Security needs uniform.”

Mickey rubbed his eye , “ Next you’ll have me saluting Vee.”

Ian grinned, eyes widened. “Come on. Just say yes.”

Mickey glared, jaw tensing. Thirty seconds of internal war. Then: “Fine.” He grabbed the jacket. “Just so you know, if anyone calls me Private Milkovich, I’m declaring war.”

Ian laughed, flicking fake salute. “Mission accomplished.”

Mickey sighed, nodded. “Alright, fucking can’t say no to you Army.”

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prompt #197

"Will you sit down and just wait? The world's not gonna end if your flight is three minutes late."

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Prompt #197

A: We have to save him! He has a family!

B: We all do.

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Prompt #197

“I’m gonna stab him.”

“Don’t you dare!”

[thirtyminuteponies]

Prompt #197 compilation: "The Bake-Off"

The prompt: Let’s find out, once and for all, who truly deserves the title of Best Baker in Ponyville.

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“Plain Mornings” by Versulia

“Oh, A ‘Bake’-Off” by icemoonbankai

“In Which I Really Really Tried Not to Follow My Instincts, I Swear” by Hurricane’s Ghost

“The Sweetest Prize” by Silvernis

“The Honorable Thing” by TheLastBrunnenG

“How to Please a Pinkie,” by rwlart

“Fudged Results” by Rawtooth

[thirtyminuteponies]

Prompt #197: "Fudged Results" by Rawtooth

Author’s Note: The misadventures of Mayor Mare continue…

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Everypony was gathered in the town square of Ponyville, happily chatting with one another, eager to hear the results of the first ever Ponyville Fudge Baking Contest!  The crowd’s general hub-hub died down as Mayor Mare took to her podium, the grey-maned pony clearing her throat once before speaking, her practiced voice caring easily over the distance.

“Citizens of Ponyville, welcome to our first annual Ponyville Fudge Baking Contest!”

A general outcry of enthusiastic shouts and hoof-stomping sounded across the square.  Mare allowed it continue for a bit, before raising a hoof up to silence her constituents.

“I am just excited about the results as each of you, and so, without further ado, may I present the winners!”

At this she gestured towards a broad table, groaning under the weight of the combined mass of steaming hot fudge covering its surface.  Each team stood proudly near their creation, an eclectic mix of Ponyville’s citizenry.  Turning back to her podium, Mayor Mare began reading from her notes, giving each team time to respond before moving away from the table.

“Team Applepie was found to have the best tasting fudge by far, but due to unsanitary health practices, they have been disqualified.”

A pink earth pony immediately rounded on her teammate, who at least had the good sense to try and hide behind her hat.

“Applejack, how could you tell anypony that we had kissy-kissy make-outs while cooking?!”

The orange mare’s reply was barely heard over the chorus of laughter that arose from the crowd.

“Sorry Pinkie, but it just didn’t feel right foisting such grub off anypony without their know-how.”

Mayor Mare pressed on, her voice rising over the excitement emanating from the assembled ponies.

“Team Marshmallow had the most innovative fudge, being quite serviceable as a decorative placemat or drink coaster. Unfortunately, the amount of bedazzling involved rendered the fudge inedible, so they are also disqualified.”

The older white unicorn reacted immediately, her voice loud even over the crowd.

“Why, I never!  To think that good sensible art would be discarded in favor of such mouth-watering tripe!  Hmph!”

With a swish of her purple tail, she also stepped away from the table, followed by a younger embarrassed-looking unicorn.

“Next we had Team Awesome.  While the fudge was both edible and sanitary, the contest guidelines clearly state that all entries must remain anonymous to avoid judge bias.  Thus, they are also disqualified.”

A small orange pegasus clapped a hoof to her forehead before turning on her older compatriot.

“Ugh, Rainbow, I told you that writing your name in frosting on the fudge was a bad idea!”

The older pegasus looked apologetic in front of her partner’s outrage as she lamely replied.

“Heheh, oops… sorry Scoots.”

The rest of the contestants all looked hopefully at Mayor Mare, who merely tidied up her notes.

“Oh, and the rest of you are all disqualified for various sundry reasons.  Be sure to read our rules manual next time everypony.  Don’t worry, the prize money will stay safe in the mayoral office’s discretionary funds account, which only I have access to.  Best of luck next year!”

Commentary from Donny's Boy

Oh, Mayor Mare, you devious and dastardly penny-pincher. The ending was very funny, but everything that came prior was also quite amusing. The details surrounding the fates of both Rarity's and Dash's teams were very fitting for both those characters, and it was nice to see some Scootalove thrown in. I greatly appreciate the brief mention of ApplePie, as well, though I have to admit to wondering just how intense those make-outs were that they got those two disqualified based on "unsanitary health practices." Dang!

[thirtyminuteponies]

Prompt #197: "The Sweetest Prize" by Silvernis

The Cakes were, as usual, the crowd favorites. They had won the Ponyville Bake-Off six years running, and if the not-very-subtle hints their assistant had been dropping were to be believed, they were cooking up something “extra super-duper incrediliciously amazing” that would surely bag them yet another blue ribbon.

Bon Bon was, as usual, prepared to go down fighting. Everypony knew that she was a much better confectioner than baker, but that never stopped her from making a valiant, albeit futile effort. (It helped that the mayor was unapologetically partial to her caramel cookies.)

The Apples were, as usual, sticking with their established strategy: apple overload. As Granny Smith would declaim to anypony in range, the small mountain of pies, tarts, and dumplings her family always showed up with might not be city-slickin’ fancy, but ya could practically taste the honest care baked in ’em.

The Crusaders were, as usual, trying their hooves at something that would almost assuredly reveal their cutie marks. (Or not.) The going rumor was that Rarity had drawn the short straw and had surrendered her kitchen to the fillies. She seemed to have developed a peculiar habit of insisting that she’d been planning to remodel the place anyway.

Colgate was, as usual, prepping her office for the post-bake-off rush. Every year, she warned everypony not to overdo things at that dreadful sugar-fest (or to at least brush, for Celestia’s sake), and every year, nopony listened. Two weeks after the bake-off, her waiting room would inevitably be packed with miserable cavity cases—and her cash box would inevitably be packed with bits.

Commentary from Donny's Boy

Ha! I love the use of repetition in structure to go down the line of contestants and all the little details here--the quote from Pinkie, Bon Bon's fighting spirit, Rarity's professed plans to remodel her house. But the best part, hands down, is the last paragraph. I'd never have imagined Colgate as the true winner of the Ponyville bake-off. That's brilliant and hilarious.