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Wait, am I now just the one who wrote Mortem? 'Cause I think I'm okay with that.



After a long night of clubbing, Vinyl could use a morning of sleeping in. Unfortunately, Octavia wants her to get up so they can go to their university lecture, and she doesn’t want to make her a cup of tea either.

Proofread by the wonderful docontra
Note: This was mainly written during a serious tea craving.

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this is a good story, sequel? :duck:

Octavia, keeping eye contact with Vinyl the whole time, slowly lifted her tea up to her lips and took a delicate, little sip. Then she winked.

Smooth Tavi :ajsmug:

7519069 thank you :pinkiehappy:
As for a sequel, I don't know, probably not as it wasn't really written to have one. Though it may have a spiritual successor next time I get a massive tea craving while I'm in the mood to write.
That being said, I do like the idea of a Northern Vinyl Scratch at university with Octavia, maybe I'll revisit the setting if I have a good idea.

This was a realy great little story.
It is briliant and I loved it.

What happens next

This is the most British story i've ever read... then again, who am I to judge—I mean I'm half British anyways...

Quite a pleasant read. I realize that, as a 'Murrican, I'm almost certainly wrong when I think this, but I kept imagining Vinyl to talk like Tracer from Overwatch.

God, I fucking love these TaviScratch one-off's.

Just perfect!

hulogunitic <= What is this word? I looked it up and got nothing as a result.

I think it was a misspelling of the word hologynic (intentional or not I don't know) but the definition is: Relating to or being a trait passed only to successive generations of females.

Octavia stared at the tea, shocked, before returning to Lyra. “You made me tea… in a pot?”

Ah, I'm a few years late, but was this supposed to be vinyl not lyra?

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