4393236 Still saying this pairing is way too gay for my liking.

I'm joking, of course, I love me some vinyl and octavia, snuggling.

4393291
You're right though. We need some despair.

4393293 Maybe my friend herm...not michelle will contribute. I can't, because I don't write octascratch.

4393299
Happy writing then~

4393305 Thanks I'll pass the wishes to my friend not michelle

4393331
That's good~

Okay, I got an answer. Someone will have to make a manual upload of each chapter under a new title. I'm tentatively claiming the rights to that, though if anyone with sufficient free time has a particularly strong desire to officiate, I'll relent.
EDIT: Oh gosh, I misread. You cannot upload any of the previous chapters, as publishing already existing content in a different location generally is not allowed on FiMFiction, unless in the form of a transfer approved by both authors. Which, of course, is not possible at the moment.

Story is submitted. Awaiting approval.:3

Also, we have two chapters to the special mentioned ages ago. Idea; a time loop, or the story of how the relationship ends.

Bloated

Octavia opened the door to her house and set her cello down. Her ear flicked. Something was wrong. It was quiet. Too quiet. Especially for how late it was.
She retrieved her bow from the case and began stalking through the house, ready to deliver a punishing blow to anypony foolish enough to have broken in.
She found a foolish pony, but not the one she had expected.
She burst through the door, and Vinyl (who was laying on her couch) jumped at her arrival, sending her headphones skittering across the floor.
Octavia sighed and relaxed her foreleg. “Vinyl, what are you doing? And why are you on my couch?”
Vinyl looked up and gave her a shaky smile.
“Yes, well, it's only more comfortable because I use mine for its intended purpose. Sitting.”
Vinyl shrugged again, but grimaced. She rubbed her tummy painfully.
Octavia's ire faded into sympathy as she realized that she looked a bit bloated. “Vinyl, are you sick?” she asked.
Vinyl nodded weakly.
“Did you eat something bad?” Octavia asked, setting her bow down on a nearby table and nearing to brush a hoof through Vinyl's mane.
Vinyl shook her head, but slowly leaned into her touch.
“You drank something, then?”
Vinyl shook her head.
Octavia raised an eyebrow, but Vinyl's expression was nothing but innocence. She shrugged. “Well, I suppose we can start with a little seltzer water and go from there, shall we?”
Vinyl nodded, and then leaned down to burp into her hoof. It was quiet and nearly unnoticeable.
Nearly.
Octavia's eyes narrowed as she recognized the scent wafting through the air. “Molasses and oats, eh?”
Vinyl blushed and attempted to sink deeper into the couch.
“You got into another cookie eating contest, didn't you?”
Vinyl's ears turned pinker.
“Even after last time?”
Vinyl shrugged weakly.
“I don't care if your pride was at stake. You should know better than to do something so foolish!”
Vinyl averted her eyes, sufficiently chastened.
Octavia sighed. “Well, I suppose it is what it is,” she murmured. “I'll go get some seltzer. Get comfortable, though. You're sleeping there tonight.”
Vinyl nodded sadly, accepting this. Octavia turned to leave, but then poked her head back in.
“You did win, didn't you?”
Vinyl nodded confidently, pumping a hoof in the air for emphasis.
Octavia cracked a smile. “Good girl,” she said.

New prompt: have we done subwoofer?

Had this basic idea for a while, but the new episode kindof pushed it forward. Silent Vinyl is now best Vinyl.

4341981
Did it.

4466356
I don't ever recall that title having been in the collection, so no.

Attention, everyone! This project will now have a proofreader for people who may want someone to look over their prompt. You can make use of her services if you like~

4480143

Prompt: Subwoofer.

Coming home after a long day of rehearsals, the last thing I wanted to see was various electronic components scattered across the communal living area; unfortunately, that was exactly what I found. It wouldn't have bothered me so much except for the fact that her stuff was on my half of the room. I kicked at something in frustration, earning myself a nasty pain in my hoof.
While I sucked on the throbbing flesh, I took a quick look around.
Living with someone who was your polar opposite, rules had to be set, and usually she was pretty good at observing them. But, of course, there were times when she got so caught up in whatever little project she was working on that she would become oblivious to everything around her.
Vinyl was tinkering.
That fact should've set alarm bells ringing in my mind, but perhaps I was simply too tired to listen to the warnings that my subconscious was trying to give me. Inquisitiveness seemed to be a common trait amongst unicorns, and she was always to be found fooling around with something when she didn't have a gig to attend.
Her wiggling rump with its two bridged eighth notes was all that I could see as the rest of her body was buried deep within the complicated innards of the largest loudspeaker I had ever seen in my life. Doubtless, it was bought second-hand, hence her modifications; a brand new one would've been a dent in even Vinyl's finances, so it was safe to assume she'd found it in one of the many thrift stores dotting Canterlot.
Hm. Had to admit, she did have a pretty cute butt. With a shake of my head, I immediately dismissed this unladylike thought I was having about my friend. It was impossible not to have the occasional romantic notion about somepony you spent to much time with, but our friendship was fine the way it was, and I was not prepared to risk it on the off-chance that it could be something more.
Vinyl's own tastes in romantic partners was as inscrutable as her well-hidden eyes, and I could never quite get a grip on what her thinking was. Sometimes, it felt like she was from a different planet, dropped into Equestria for some esoteric purpose. Perhaps it was her five-year-mission to spread dance music across the universe? That silly idea made me smile.
Clearly, tonight was going to be another night where I'd have to wear earplugs if I planned on getting any sleep. Vinyl was prone to late nights, and even more prone to excessive volume whenever she thought she could get away with it.
I was just about to say good night to her when her ears perked up in excitement. Her ears were almost as acute as mine, and sneaking past her was often an exercise in futility. It also meant that neither one of us could sneak downstairs for a midnight snack.
I guess she'd just finished whatever arcane ministrations she was performing. With a frantic wave of her forelegs, she ushered me to a seat, a broad grin playing across her muzzle.
“Now?” I asked tiredly, miming a yawn to indicate just how weary I was from today's rehearsals. I wanted nothing more than to light some candles and soak in some lavender-scented water before taking to my silken sheets.
A pleading look, followed by what I could only assume was a wide-eyed pout; her eyes, as ever, were hidden beneath her sunglasses. Even though the light wasn't terribly bright in our shared living area, she still refused to remove them due to her sensitivity. She did have the most beautiful eyes and it was to the detriment of all who knew her that they would never catch more than a glimpse of those cerise irises.
“Okay,” I said, throwing my forelegs up in surrender, giving in … just as I always did. It amazed me how quickly the parameters of our relationship could change. One minute, we were best friends. The next, quarrelling roommates. The next, I was both a mother figure and mentor to her as she sought my approval for her bold musical experimentations. Despite the gap in our ages being nought but a few years, I got the feeling that she regarded me as somepony older and more experienced.
Maybe I chose to flatter myself by believing that?
As I observed her preparations, it dawned on me that I never knew what I was feeling for her from one moment to the next; she frustrated me, drove me mad with her childishness, but she was also sweet, brilliant and lovely. I sat, awaiting the wubs of which she was so fond. I could barely call it music, but I was willing to keep an open mind for her sake. Even if I didn't approve, I could appreciate the artistry.
Her grin back in place – rather unsettling, actually: a true lunatic's glint – Vinyl went to her mixer and started spinning some records. As expected, it was more dubstep. Whatever melody it might've had was hidden underneath a pounding bassline.
A pounding bassline that was …
… no, I was imagining it.
Wasn't I?
My insides felt swimmy and a hoof went to my brow as a wave of lightheadedness struck me; my abdomen and pelvis tensed and relaxed of their own accord, and an electric shudder ran through my spine. The resonant pulse continued to wash over me and I pressed my hindlegs together as the effect seemed to be most strongly focused there.
“Vinyl, what the heck …?”
I didn't get to finish my query as a low moan escaped my lips. Some invisible force had gripped me in its icy clench and wouldn't let go; I felt as though an explosion was taking place in the lower half of my body, and I wanted to scream, cry and laugh all at once as my insides felt like they were simultaneously being hollowed out and tickled.
When I came to what seemed like hours later, my roommate was hovering over me, a satisfied smirk creasing her muzzle. Undoubtedly, she considered this experiment a success.

New prompt: Hard Sax.

4335672 just seen the new posting of this collab, think I'll claim Notebook.

4988660
Registered~

4988660
How is it going, then?

5035067 Not well, what with uni work stacking up and just getting Final Fantasy Explorers, I'm not getting much of a chance to write

5035266
Okay, I'm just checking in. Take the time you need, and take care~

4335672
I got cookie

5158297
Registered~

You cannot give up just yet.
Octascratch! Stay determined...

LOVE IS
NOT OVER

5249555 Is that an ...undertale reference?

Never more, I dare say, because I don't write anymore.

5249654
And Catherine, you silly.

5249663 Not worth the over exaggerated price in my opinion. It's a good game, but heh, if I want puzzles, portal is better. and it doesn't cost me nearly 40 euros, used, even.

Ah...but anyway, you want octascratch? What prompts are avaliable?

5249665

Prompt List as of 24-05-16

"Beat" is claimed by Meltian (Inactive)

"Tetris" is claimed by CT (Inactive)

"Cartilage" is claimed by Divine Path

"Arpeggio" is claimed by TaviPlaysTheBass (Inactive)
"Hello" is claimed by Bekdrontaz (Inactive)
"Vivacious" is open.

"Super-sonic" is open.
"Storm" is claimed by Arctic Inferno (Inactive)

"Kelp" is claimed open.
"Divine Path's OC" is open.
"Notebook" is claimed by Azure Ravenscroft

"Cookie" is claimed by Thenugget777

"Hard Sax" is open.

5249672 Should I take general later major later commander trouble KELP or should I take super sonic and make the obvious musical reference?

hum...what do you think divine? Probably super sonic, right?

5249691
I don't know, though I'd recommend Vivacious.:3

5249694 Something I've never been, and a feeling I've never felt. I'm not failing into that trap again.

5249702
There is a pleasant, wonderful trap called joy, a place filled with sparks of a little magic called friendship.:3

5249798 I suppose friendship is magic...I heard q say it once, so I suppose it's true.

hum I'll take supersonic, give me half an hour to 6 years, it can take half an hour it can take 6 years, it's probably less than 6 years.

5249839
I'd think so. You can take your time, and write at your most comfortable and satisfactory pace.