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I don't see gender. I see a human being.


Artists suffer from many things, one of which is a mental block that disrupts and makes them second guess their work. For Octavia, she starts developing such music blocks that causes her to quickly fall into depression and turn to cigarettes and wine to ease her pain. Sometimes though, all it really takes is a friend to hear out ones problems. Thankfully, Octavia is fortunate to have such a friend and when her housemate, Vinyl checks up on her, she happily listens to Octavia's frustrations.

Edited and preread by: SolidFire, The Abyss, and Skeeter The Lurker

Chapters (1)
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Comments ( 28 )

Does this story's cover image being exactly the same as your avatar have any reason? :ajsmug:

Whoa, story cover and avatar cover are the same. That's some inception level shit right there. :rainbowlaugh:


I've gotten that vibe as well. I swear I have the strangest feeling that all of this is supposed to represent something, but for the life of me I can't figure it out. :trixieshiftright:

After seeing the cover image. I thought you was going to be the main character, Titty:twilightoops:

3921516 Maybe the author is going through the same thing


Well, all of it was rhetorical so I suppose it was good.


I'm thinking it's coincidental....

~Skeeter The Lurker


Maybe. :ajsmug:

But what I'm really wondering is how you get around so much. You clone yourself or something?

I hope this isn't a self projection of yourself in the story

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Plot Twist

This story is tittysprinkles way of getting out of writer block

Or he's mad high on drugs



TS is a she.

~Skeeter The Lurker


u w0t m8

Now I can’t even get a decent amount of clopping at the end of a piece.

I have gotten so used to your usual style of writing, that I took this line way out of context. I am a horrible person.:facehoof:

This story made me think of this:

Because I am an idiot. Then I thought of this:

Because, for some reason, I wanted to cheer you up.

This story gets a favorite and a like. With that, I think you have surpassed Kaidan as the author with the most stories in my favorites list.

Edit: No, I was wrong, you did that two stories ago.

“Ugh, fine!” Octavia snapped as she looked back at the door and saw the pale face of her friend peeking in.
The door opened and Octavia winced as the blinding light from the hallway made her room brighter. Though she couldn’t see the body of her roommate, she knew her well enough to know what she looked like.
“What does it look like you pompous filly!?” Octavia snapped in a drunken outburst. “Unlike you, I can’t ‘remix’ a song or produce the ‘wubs’ as you call it.”

There's no question for Octavia to answer to here, just noticed that. Either that or I just missed it 'cause I'm a dingus. Overall, it was a very good fic. I enjoyed it. :twilightsmile:

This is beautiful.
Anything else I could say would mar the beauty of this story.

A little short and abrupt... but very, very nice to see....

abrupt? it was awsome...short and perfect, this was great! :pinkiehappy:

You should put another little Octavia in the corner of the cover pic, and then another Octavia in the corner of that, and then another one in the corner of that.

Words cannot express how much I feel Tavi here.


Again with the Feels....:fluttercry:

3932852 Well sometimes when your drunk you'll answer a question that hasn't been spoken aloud but what you preceve what the other person might think in your own mind. Make sense? At least thats what I take from it from personal experience being that drunk before

Huh, you actually doing non-clop stories with emotions, not gonna lie that kinda swerved me

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