{Rated Teen for swearing} {Anthropomorphic} {Labeled "Dark" due to mild racism/derogatory slurs, as well as some emotionally upsetting moments in time} {OC x Octavia shipfic.}

It's tough being different. The suspicious glances, the unusual stares, the rumours based off of gossip and not cold, hard facts. All of it stemming from how you look, or act.

Midnight Oil: while being very different, he seemed to be content with this status in mind. He was proud of his intellect, magic prowess, his line of work as a scribe for the Princesses, and his heritage as a unicorn Sarosian—A "bat pony", in a sense—living in Canterlot.

Octavia Philharmonica: A drop-dead beauty, extremely talented with the cello, well-known, and highly respected. She's a member of one of the most prestigious families in Canterlot, and utilises that status to elevate to the top.

And upon meeting each other, both hated the other to the ends of the earth.

When the former must serve the latter for two months after he had unknowingly committed a misdemeanor, will the two's hate for one another remain the same, or will tolerance and love claw through abhorrence's black veil?

Opposites such as these two will no doubt attract… and will drive each other absolutely insane.

Whoo, boy. I'm gonna have FUN with this.

This one was inspired by a few things, rather than a newfound love for Octavia - now my favourite background pony. This was partially inspired by the anime Toradora! and the book The Kite Runner. But this was mostly inspired by you guys. You guys are beautiful, and everything you do is great (Except clopping: Celestia frowns upon that shit.)

I also made the cover art. But if anyone has got anything that I think will trump mine, PM me, and I'll let you know.