#having a normal one today. good morning everypony

[dayurno]

every time gold rush comes on i have to sit down and imagine the kevin day amv with intense accuracy. What must it be like to grow up that beautiful...........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[imacreepercat]

If I was an English teacher on April fools day

All my students would come in unaware of the horrors that await

Every thing will be covered in my little pony things every shity grammar poster replaced with a toxic mix of colors so bright it could blind a man

I would start the class pretending everything was normal with one exception as I walk up to greet everyone at my desk and begin attendance

“Good morning Everypony” i say

I go through attendance as normal but if anyone has something drawn on them I state in an overly cheerful voice “ my goodness did you get your cutie mark why don’t you come up and show the class”

After that I continue on with everything going through the plans for the day

“Today we will be doing character analysis I have chosen a show that is perfect for this. Your goal for to day is to begin working on a 3 to 5 paragraph paper that will be due on Friday.

I turn on my little pony

The next day everything’s gone

But they still have to do the paper and I’m using my little pony as examples for every thing till at least the end of the week

[s0nia246]

So i randomly just got this idea for Day Dream. I kinds want to make a platonic yandere for her. So here a kinda prologue.

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It was a normal day in Ponyville. Aquamarine was walking to school. She hummed quietly to herself.

"Hey!"

Aquamarine turned her head behind, seeing the "pony" that saved her yesterday run up to her left side . "Hello! How are you doing this morning? " Aquamarine asked, turning her head up to face Day.

"I'm good. I was just checking on you to see if you were okay from yesterday? " Day asked.

Aquamarine nodded her head.

"I'm okay. Oh! Do you want to walk to school together, Day." Aquamarine asked cheerfully.

Day's eyebrows turned , her head turned slightly to side. She was confused by Aquamarine. "School? What's a School?"

Aquamarine was suprised by Day's question. She paused for moment. "School? I thought everyone know about school." Aquamarine shakes her head. "Well...school is a place were you learn things." Aquamarine tried her best to explain.

"Really! What kinds of things? " Day asked excitedly.

On the rest of the walk Aquamarine tried her best to explain the concept of school to Day.

"And here we are." Aquamarine motioned her head towards the red schoolhouse.

Day's stare with wonder and amazement.

"Come on. Let's see if Ms. Cheerilee can help" Aquamarine said, as the two started walking towards the building.

"Good morning Aq-Oh! Who is this Aquamarine." Ms. Cheerilee asked, looking towards Day.

"You remember the attack with the timbers wolves right? Well, Day saved me from them." Aquamarine replied.

Before Ms.Cheerilee could asked other question. The class inside voice started rising. "Well let's finish the conversation later girls. Come on in. " Ms. Cheerilee lead the two in the classroom.

" Settle down everypony." Ms. Cheerilee said, bring her voice up slightly. She waited to start talking as her students' quickly stop. Aquamarine quickly got into her sit. "Now class...today we have a special guest. Come introduce yourself, dear."

Day was slightly starled by Ms. Cheerilee' request but quickly walked over to Ms.Cheerilee' side. "O-Oh...um. Hello everyone my name is Day Dream." Day said shyly.

Ms. Cheerilee lead Day to one of the empty desk and started teaching the class.

"Goodbye Ms. Cheerilee!" All the the students shouted as the left the schoolhouse for the day. Either heading home or off the hang out with their friends. It was only Day and Ms. Cheerilee left in the schoolhouse. Ms. Cheerilee pulls up a chair to Day's desk. " Day when did you and parents move to Ponyville?" Ms. Cheerilee asked.

Day doesn't look up from her drawing. "I've always lived here. Well I'd lived in the woods that is. I mostly live on my own."

Ms. Cheerilee's eyes widen with horror. "R-really now?" She said trying her best not to worry Day.

"Oh. Ms. Cheerilee, what does this mean again?" Day said, using her paw to circle a question on the worksheet that she was doodling on earlier.

"How about I help you with later Day. Should go outside and play with Aquamarine and the rest." Ms. Cheerilee, getting up from her chair and walking over to the door.

"Oh. Okay!" Day smiled and headed over to where Ms Cheerilee was.

"We can work together,alone after school okay. " Ms. Cheerilee smiled back as she watched Day head over to play with Aquamarine.

(Here's Day's diary page. Sorry if if bad XD)

[whoovesnassistant]

Yelling ||DerpTock||

I had originally decided to base this one-shot off of one of my prompts on my dwna otp prompt list but I suddenly realized I was writing something else entirely! So, uh, here you go! Also, I couldn’t come up with any great title. Some angsty angst but is compensated for a sweet ending. Enjoy!

- @kandy-the-pony

“Tick Tock! You haven’t come out of your room since yesterday!” the Doctor said, knocking on the door. It was nine in the morning and the last time the ginger unicorn was seen was yesterday at the same time.

An audible grunt was heard from the other side of the door. “And?” his croaky tone wasn’t filtered by the door.

The Doctor’s ears flattened. “You don’t sound too good. Maybe you should eat and some water, too,” the timelord offered.

Silence. Then a sigh. “I will kindly reject your offer.”

The Doctor huffed out in frustration. “Oh c’mon, please!” he begged.

“I said no.” Tick Tock’s tone picked up bitterly. His voice raised in volume. “Now please step away from my door!”

“Look, I care about my-”

“I don’t care!” he barked on the other side of the door. HIs voice was hoarse and venomous. It was clear that he didn’t want any distractions, even at the cost of his health.

The slow, creaking sound of a door was heard. A tired Derpy Hooves was presented coming out of her bedroom. She looked quite sad. The Doctor didn’t take note.

“Oh, good morning miss-” She shuffled by him. Not a word said. Not a good morning like always. “Hooves…?” She continued to trot on by. Quite fast for just waking up. As though full of haste. “What’s up with her this morning?” What was up with everypony this morning, he wished he had asked instead.

Without warning, the door in front of him swung open, not accounting for where he was in relation to the swing. The door pushed him aside as Tick Tock came trotting out of his room with haste as well. Didn’t even bother to close the door.

“What is up with everypony today?” the Doctor asked aloud to himself as he closed his companion’s door.

Tick Tock was met with the blonde maned mare grabbing herself a mug. He said nothing as he watched her attempt quickly fail. A loud shatter filled his sensitive ears. Usually he was met with an “Oops! Silly me!” But this time, she said nothing. In fact, she didn’t even appear to be phased. Of course, he was seeing the back of her.

As he saw the mare grab another cup but failing once again, chills tingled down his spine as her actions bothered him. He hated seeing her so clumsy, only because he knew she would always hate herself for it. Whether it was a self deprecating joke or she just flat out said “I’m a failure,” it always made him sad, uncomfortable. If only he could express it.

He decided the best thing to do was to avoid what all was going on. He was bothered by the Doctor already and now Derpy was getting on his nerves. He muttered an “excuse me,” as he squeezed by to open the fridge.

A light gasp was heard as Tick Tock looked over to see Derpy catching the third cup and not dropping it. As he closed the fridge after locating the carton of milk, a loud scream filled the kitchen. Tick Tock watched in shock as Derpy raised her arm up and intentionally threw down the mug with a loud shattering.

Loud, choking cries filled the room. All frustrated thoughts exited the ginger’s mind as he dropped the carton on the counter with his sea green aura and rushed over to the blonde.

“Is everything alright?” he asked. He knew it was a dumb question, but it was rhetorical as well. What else was he supposed to ask?

She turned to look at him, her pupils stabbing through his own as tears kept on flowing down her cheeks. Her pupils filled with anger as her brows furrowed and her mouth opened. “I HATE HEARING YOU YELL!”

Silence. He knew he shouldn’t say what he was about to say, but he couldn’t think of anything else to say. “You’re yelling at me, though.”

“I KNOW!” She weeped some more. “I had to wake up to you yelling! Why do you do this?!” Tick Tock was taken aback. Did she really hear him yell at the Doctor this morning?

“I am most sorry for my actions,” he said calmly.

She said nothing as she continued to cry herself out. Tick Tock used his magic to get her to stand back up on her hooves.

“I will clean up the mess for you,” he said softly, his ears still flat.

“No…” she whispered out. “Let me.”

He shook his head. “No, I insist. I will make you a breakfast afterwards.”

Derpy looked up at the ginger with her puffed up eyes. “I’m not hungry.”

Tick Tock pulled out a broom and dustpan out with his aura as he began to sweep up the shattered ceramic bits. “Are you sure?” Derpy could hear his worrying tone that was laced in his question.

He emptied the dustpan in the garbage as he craned his neck to face the golden eyed mare. “If you really do not have a morning appetite, then I will proceed to make myself a breakfast.”

Usually, he would hear Derpy crack a joke how he would inhale a few cans of peaches or would put canned peaches on some other food and call it a meal. However, this time, that wasn’t the case. Instead, she simply nodded, implying that she truly wasn’t hungry.

Tick Tock sighed, worried about the fact that she wasn’t hungry for breakfast. The Doctor stood there in the doorway, seeing how things unfolded before his very eyes. “Need any help?” he asked quietly. The Tick Tock jumped as he looked in his direction. Instead of throwing back a mildly amusing insult he knew was for entertainment, he shook his head. The Doctor nodded before trotting off.

Derpy began to trot off. “Where are you going?” Tick Tock asked.

She turned around to look at him and gestured in the general direction she was heading towards. Thinking that she was headed towards her room, he nodded in return and picked up his carton of milk. He then attempted to make himself a bowl of oatmeal with sliced up peaches. Maybe she did have a point in all of her canned peaches jokes. Perhaps a change of things would be for the better. Fresh peaches it was.

After a while, a half successful breakfast was made, and the toaster gods were pleased with his particular sacrifice of bread. It was nice and toasty, but too toasted. As he trotted back with his breakfast, he began to think about what lead him to stay inside his room for 24 hours straight.

He was trying to focus on his latest tinkering he called an invention, also known as repairing the damaged wings. But everytime he attempted to try, he would tinker for a bit, then remember the time him and Derpy switched bodies, and then think about when the Doctor accidentally set off his other invention making Derpy a stallion. It was awkward for quite some time and was relieved once he made things back to normal. His mind would wander to when he had to stabilize his balance when he switched bodies with Derpy because of her heavy, round posterior. Then he would think about the tail and the mane, which would lead him to the bright, yet uneven eyes. Her smile came next. Then the first time he ever laid eyes on her, and how she asked him to stare into her eyes.

Tick Tock shook his head as though he could shake his feelings away. He opened the door and entered his room, closing the door behind him. He never liked to eat in his room, yet, with his mind still not thinking straight, here he was. He sat in his chair and ate breakfast in peace. Tick Tock swore he heard somepony breathing other than him, but he shrugged it off. Maybe it was the lack of sleep he had?

As he placed his bowl down and began chewing on his toast, he heard the breathing again. This time it was more heavy. He took his final bite of toast and got up out of his chair, turning around to see what was going on.

Derpy laid on top of his sheets on his bed, sleeping away. Her wings were ruffled, a clear sign that it was time for a good preening. Her chest raised slowly and fell peacefully. Tick Tock’s face heated up seeing the sight in front of him. He pulled the sheets out from under the mare with care, not wanting to disturb her beauty sleep. With his aura, he placed the covers over the mare and dared himself to inch closer.

He then gave the mare that manifested his thoughts a kiss on the forehead.

Thanks for the fanfic!

[ask-iamnotanalicorn]

The Knockemstiff Incident

Well, the day started out normal enough. Briefcase, tie, appointment in a little town called Knockemstiff outside Canterlot. Salespitch arrived to quiet streets, pretty much what you’d expect from a small rural town. The afternoon had an optimistic feel to it, like he might only get hassled about his wings and horn one or two times today and make a good sale besides.

Well, he was technically right. The citizens never got around to noticing the wings and horn.

The red-and-white flyers scattered like trash on the streets should have been his first clue. The outlandish and thoroughly smashed contraption in the town square, the second. But if he’d seen the large, crudely-painted sign declaring “DEATH TO SALESPONIES” at the far end of Main Street, that would have been more than enough to send him running. Unfortunately, he was prevented from seeing this by the pony who suddenly stepped in his path, wearing a glare fit to melt iron.

“What’s with the briefcase, buddy?”

Salespitch blinked. This was not normally the first thing he was asked when showing up in a new place. He looked at the briefcase hovering in his yellow magic, then recovered as only a professional can, smiling with just the right amount of polite friendliness. “Uh, good morning! My name is Salespitch, with Quills & Sofas Incorporated. I’m a traveling salespony on business here in—”

“IT’S ANOTHER ONE!” the earth pony suddenly bawled in his face, and Salespitch startled back a step. It was then that he noticed the horde of angry glares being directed his way. A horde of angry glares accompanied by angry ponies stepping out of stores and houses like a mob of stalking cats. Salespitch coughed and smiled nervously, his thoughts racing as he slowly backed away.

“Ah-heh… Um, hello… Sorry, did I say something wrong?” No answer – only more ponies gathering on the street in front of him, rage in their eyes. “I’m just here to keep an appointment with a Mrs. Piebald about ordering a new sofa…” He flared his wings a little on the dim hope that someone would notice his alicorn-like appearance and be surprised enough to snap out of their laser-focused wrath, but no such luck. It was about this time that his dad’s old adage came to mind: “The smart salespony doesn’t wear out his welcome, especially when he never had one to begin with.”

“Well, I can see I’ve come at a bad time…” Without another word, the alicornus imitato turned and bolted back down the street towards the edge of town. An angry shout of “Don’t let him get away!” rang out behind him, and the sound of pounding hooves spurred him into a dead sprint.

This is crazy! he thought frantically, wings beating to try and speed himself up even more  – he’d always been better at running than flying. I’ve never been literally run out of town before! What did I DO?!

He was just passing the border of town when a flyer fluttered up in front of his face, explaining everything in a flash of red and white stripes and two grinning, disgustingly familiar faces. Salespitch’s yellow eyes narrowed to slits as he ground his teeth together.

Of. Freaking. COURSE!

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Well, the day started out nice enough. Bag of bits, breakfast sandwich, nice cheap bed in a little town called Knockemstiff outside Canterlot. Clutterstep stepped out of his motel room, inhaling the fresh morning air. He’d have to see if there were any small jobs around town available before he moved on. Or maybe he’d stay here a few days. Marephy’s Law had left him alone for almost a whole week, and he wasn’t one to throw away a good deal when he managed to find it.

He should have known better than to tempt Marephy like that, even as a passing thought.

The distant sound of raised voices drew his attention towards town square. With nothing else to do and a hot sandwich to fill his belly, Clutterstep wandered that direction to see what all the fuss was about. It was easy enough to find the source: a modest-sized crowd for this early in the morning had gathered around a bizarre-looking contraption next to the town’s prize fountain.

Peeking over the heads of the ponies at the back, Clutterstep could spy two lanky yellow unicorns standing on the weird device. Both were dressed in snazzy blue-and-white-striped coats with straw caps perched on their red-and-white manes. Salesponies, Clutterstep realized, and felt interested despite himself. They must be selling something pretty intriguing to be drawing this much of a crowd so early in the morning. He definitely had no idea what it was supposed to be, but there were a lot of mechanical arms and brushes sticking out of it.

“And I tell you that nevah, in the history of this great nation of Equestriah, has a device of this magnitude and wondah been seen before!” the mustachioed pony on the left cried in a robust voice that carried easily on the morning breeze. “I tell you you’ll nevah find else like it in all your days! Gather closely now, my good sirs and ladies, as my brothah and I demonstrate the power of the indestructible, the indisputable, the inconceivable Clean-O-Matic 5000!”

Gasps and excited murmurs swept through the crowd as ponies were caught up in the hype. Clutterstep still had no idea what the thing was supposed to be, so he edged a little further into the crowd for a better look.

“Ah, yes, brothah, but perhaps it should not be us who demonstrate this wondrous device!” the second unicorn called back, waving his hoof over the crowd. “Perhaps these intelligent consumahs will believe that we merely make it look easy due to our intimate knowledge of our invention! But I tell you that any pony among you, no matter their age or mental acuity, can maneuver this a-maz-ing device on their very own! Do I have a volunteer?” His hoof suddenly shot out. “You, sir! Would you be so kind as to come up and help us demonstrate? No need to be shy, now!”

Clutterstep should have run the second he realized the hoof was pointing at him. He probably would have, except he froze in surprise long enough for the crowd to close behind and nudge him forward. With an all-too-familiar sense of impending doom, Clutterstep stepped up onto the Clean-O-Matic 5000 with the Flim Flam Brothers.

It was difficult later for anypony to say exactly what went wrong. Maybe it was the scrap of sandwich that fell into the gearbox. Maybe it was when the blue earth pony’s hoof snagged on a loose board and sent him tripping into the steering mechanism. But everypony could agree – with mounting anger and/or bewilderment – that the aftermath was both impressive and astonishing. Within sixty seconds, the contraption lay in a broken heap, coughing dust and smoke with a dying wheeze. The whole plaza was a wreck, and several shopfronts had taken collateral damage. But none of that was as bad as the spurting, shattered fountain at the center of town, which held its prized and now broken centerpiece and one badly dazed earth pony.

The stunned silence that followed was quickly shattered by angry shouts.

“You menaces! You’ve destroyed our fountain!”

“I thought you said this thing was indestructible!”

“Hey, part of this machine was held together by duct tape! What are you cons trying to pull?”

“Liars!”

“Thieves!”

“Tar and feather ‘em!”  

The Flim Flam Brothers proved to be amazingly talented at slipping out of town fast. Clutterstep was less lucky, lying dazed in the fountain with water dripping onto his head. Fortunately, he had become an expert at recovering from the daze of catastrophe, and he pulled himself upright just in time to take off before several angry-faced ponies could lay hooves on him.

It was never smart to tempt Marephy’s Law.

Clutterstep hid in a barrel down the alley from the general store for two hours, trying to ignore the smell of rotting banana peels from the nearby dumpster. He could hear muted voices and the occasional angry grumble as ponies passed him on their way to the square to help clean up the mess, probably keeping an eye out for him so they could do… something unpleasant to him, he was sure. Well, he’d show them! He could run himself out of town just fine.

The belltower rang noon, and that’s when Clutterstep made his move. He crept to the edge of the alley and down the street, glancing back frequently at the crowd over by the fountain. They seemed to be focused on some brown pony, which meant now was the perfect time to slip away unnoticed—

Then he heard a cry that made his hair stand on end:

“Don’t let him get away!”

Ah, yes, the part of Clutterstep not currently panicking thought wryly as he bolted across the town border with a horde of ponies pounding after him. NOW it’s a normal day.

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By sunset, Salespitch and Clutterstep had come to agree on four things:

   1) They were pretty evenly tied at running speed.

   2) There was no way to be sure which of them the townsponies had been chasing, but they weren’t planning to go back and ask.

   3) If either of them ever heard the names ‘Flim Flam Brothers’ or ‘Knockemstiff’ again, there would be problems.

   4) And, in a bizarre and twisted way, it’s a little bit nicer to be run out of town with somepony than by yourself.

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Author’s Notes: Welp, that was longer than intended, but I had fun with it! XD Thanks to Silver Quill for the use of his character Clutterstep! I’d been wanting to draw Salespitch with other OCs from the fandom, and I remembered this guy. Somehow it just seemed natural that their interaction would involve mutually running from a mob, although I’m quite positive this sort of thing happens to Clutterstep more than to Salespitch.

Fun Facts!

   -  This is actually a tie-in with one of Salespitch’s early Asks. I enjoyed brainstorming the events behind that and how they could include Clutterstep. XD

   -  Knockemstiff is an actual town in Ohio. Go on, google it. I found it tonight while looking for interesting town names and it was too amazingly perfect not to use.

   -  Salespitch currently carries around a small magical device that, if activated, will give him an emergency teleport one hundred yards away from his position. He didn’t have it when this occurred, but it was definitely partially inspired by this event. His dad and brother worked together on it since Salespitch’s magic isn’t strong enough for teleportation magic, much less a magical device of this complexity.     - Kudos to everyone who caught the Aladdin reference. :Dd

Any suggestions of other MLP OCs Salespitch could run into? Feel free to let me know! :D

Clutterstep belongs to Silver Quill

Salespitch belongs to me.

MLP:FiM belongs to Hasbro