Moons Don't Dance, They Scowl
Spike, Minuette, Twinkleshine, Lemon Hearts, and I entered a building with a red, green and white sign. It looked exactly like the Italian flag designs I saw back home. As for how the building looked, just imagine as stereotypical a small town pizza parlor as you can. Congratulations, you just imagined what this place looked like, just with ponies. Modest wooden tables and chairs were littered around the room. There was a wooden counter on the other end manned by a stallion in a hat with an identical design to the sign out front. A menu showing the food and drink options being offered hung behind the counter. It looked just like any pizza parlor I've ever been to.
We approached the counter to view the menu. The Manehatten style pizza was featured prominently, boasting of fresh onions, olives, peppers, five kinds of cheese, and really thin crust. It sounded pretty good. I mean, I could have done with some pepperoni or something, but I doubted asking for meat would have done me any favors.
"Alright, how many slices could each of you handle?" I asked the group.
"I could have three!" Minuette excitedly boasted.
"Two, myself." Lemon Hearts said.
"I'm only going to have one. I really need to watch my diet." Twinkleshine lamented.
I looked to Spike. It took him a moment to get what my look was for. "Oh, uh, two I guess."
"Hmm, alright then." I stepped up to the counter. "We'll take two Manehatten style pizzas, a Colossal Hero, and a two liter soda."
"Coming right up!" The stallion went through a door on the back wall, presumably where the kitchen was.
The three other mares looked at me oddly. "I get the pizzas, but what's the hoagie for? Saving it for dinner?" Minuette asked.
"No, I'm going to eat it now."
They stared at me for a moment. "Uh, are you sure you can eat that much?" Lemon asked.
"Listen," I summoned a bag of bits and placed it on the counter just as our food came out. Gotta admit, this was fast service. "When I say I can eat a whole pizza and a sandwich the size of my head, I mean it."
They gave each other doubtful looks and turned to Spike for confirmation. He nodded. "Yeah, she does."
We took our seats and divvied up the food. I took the first bite out of my huge sandwich, enjoying the copious toasted tomatoes, lettuce, and cheese. Oh goodness, it was good. I took another bite. Ranch sauce trailed down my mouth, so I looked around for a napkin. They were fresh out. I suppose I could have turned around and levitated a napkin from a nearby table, but that sounded like effort. I summoned a box of them from my basement and used those instead. Mouth now clean, I wasted no time in grabbing a slice of pizza.
I took a few bites of the slice before I looked up to realize the looks I was receiving from the others (save a disinterested Spike). It's like they were witnessing some kind of spectacle. "What?" I asked with half a mouthful of pizza lodged in my gob.
"Heh heh, you're a pretty messy eater, Twilight." Minuette noted.
I shrugged and took another bite from my hoagie. I think their further deepening expressions was from me sampling both my sandwich and pizza at the same time.
"So," Twinkleshine began, trying to hide her apprehension of my appetite. "I guess you aren't too worried about your figure, huh?"
I gulped down a bunch of my food with some soda. "Not really. I've been eating a lot more cake and ice cream since I got to Ponyville. It's not like fat will be much of an issue, since I go on five kilometer runs every day. I also got a weight set at my place, and I read somewhere that magic burns calories. I've been using a lot of that, too."
"I never figured you were into exercise, Twilight." Minuette said, only just now taking a third bite of pizza.
"Once I moved to Ponyville, yeah." I took my tenth bite of food.
Their expressions fell slightly. "So how has Ponyville been to you?" Lemon asked. Her voice sounded a little off.
I was going to guess that they still felt a little sore about my leave. Okay, I just needed to keep everything together. I'd try to avoid saying anything that might upset them and keep spirits up. When the time was right, I'd apologize. I shrugged with forced nonchalance. "It's been pretty good. Good ponies, the occasional royal mandate to confront danger, great nightlife; it's got it all."
Lemon Hearts smiled at the change in tone. "Liking it there, huh? Lyra likes it, too. Did she tell you she found a mare she likes?"
"News to me." I said. "Who's the lucky mare she fancies?"
"A pony named Bon Bon."
Huh, that name was weird even by pony standards. I could be wrong, but it sounded like a fake name. "Candy maker?"
"Yeah, good guess!"
Sure, a guess. If only it weren't for pony names being informative of their professions. Minuette spoke up with an excited query. "Did you meet anypony you like, Twilight?"
"Nope." I answered easily.
Twinkleshine gave an exaggerated sigh. "Oh well, maybe you'll find somepony who can get you interested in more than books someday."
I raised an inquisitive brow. "What makes you think I'm only interested in books anymore?"
"So you did find somepony." Minuette teased.
I didn't find any romantic interests, but I did have a few reasons to leave the house. "I met a few ponies down there I like platonically." I cut myself short there, as to not bring up my friendships apart from these three.
"Must be some good friends." Twinkleshine noted idly, picking some of the toppings off her pizza slice.
I noticed her tone was a bit flat. The way I saw it, her reaction to bringing up my friends in Ponyville indicated either jealousy or disappointment. That could mean anything from jealousy for my Ponyville friends keeping my attention to ire about my neglect.
As if it weren't bad enough I was doing that with Spike not too long ago, now I had three others with the same problem. Just how many ponies have I been hurting since I came into the picture? It was a sobering thought.
Minuette placed a consoling hoof on Twinkleshine's shoulder. "Hey, let's not go getting ourselves down. Let's try to have a good time!"
I lowered my head and held up a hoof for pause. "Actually, I came back to Canterlot because I needed to talk to you all."
My shift from casual to serious caught their attention. "Twilight?"
"I haven't been a very good friend to you." I began, crossing my hooves on the table. "When I left for the Summer Sun Celebration, I said nothing about my move. As far as you knew, I'd disappeared. It's only when I spoke to Lyra recently that I realized who I left behind. Girls, I'm sorry it took me this long to come back or, hell, say anything."
The girls looked among themselves for a moment, then laughed. I shot my eyes between them, since I really didn't expect this kind of reaction from an apology.
"Oh Twilight," Minuette began. "You came all this way just to apologize?"
"Well, yeah." I muttered. "I mean, I paid for lunch and everything..."
"And thanks for that, but we really weren't that mad!" Lemon said.
"Really?"
"Well, it kinda hurt when we found out you left and didn't say anything." Twinkleshine admitted. "But I'll admit that we weren't all that close in the first place. I guess it's alright."
All these ponies smiled at me, but that only confused me more. "That's it? We're friends again just like that?"
"Yep! Just like that!" Minuette cheered.
I sunk back into my chair with bemusement. "That was pretty fast."
Lemon chuckled at my expression. "Well, you were reading books a lot, so you probably didn't realize just how forgiving we are."
No doubt. But that wasn't the end of it, because Minuette brightened with another idea. "Hey, we should get Moondancer!"
I raised an inquisitive eyebrow and impulsively asked, "Moondancer?"
"Yeah! You know, the other unicorn!" I looked upon everyone's horns. They were all unicorns. Minuette continued, "I bet she'll be happy to see you!"
I let out a chuckle for appearances and played along. "Good idea! We should get back together with her as well."
"Great, let's get going!" The others, including Spike, got up and walked to the exit.
I watched them with even more bemusement. "What? But I haven't even finished my sandwich!"
We walked down the street towards the Canterlot Stadium. Moondancer apparently lived nearby. Foot traffic was comparatively sparse from the morning, so it wasn't difficult to go anywhere. We passed by a university campus.
"Hey, our old science lab is over there!" Twinkleshine pointed towards the foremost building.
I looked towards the grand, three story building. The compass rose crest over the entrance beckoned with its glaring reflection, doors flanked by rose colored tapestries adorned with a purple diamond on each. It gave me the impression of a high class university meant only for the elite. I've never seen an educational structure that nice, even in pictures.
Minuette tried to stifle a giggle. "Remember that time Lemon got her head stuck in a flask?"
Lemon glared softly at their laughs. Since I was supposedly there when it happened, I forced a polite chuckle. "Yeah, I remember that. That was pretty wild."
We continued on our way after that with some more chuckles and suppressed groans, but seeing that building and hearing that anecdote really got to me. Twilight Sparkle had a great life. She was the personally chosen student of the nation's sovereign ruler, had a loyal little brother, attended a great school (presumably with high honors, if the Princess selected her), and good friends. Seeing bits of Twilight's life like this brought my life into contrast. I've never been to college. I didn't have any friends.
Twilight's life was perfect; I was just some punk along for the ride. Why was I even here? Twilight deserved so much better than my intervention. All I could really do at this point was limit the damage I did and end it all as soon as possible.
Speaking of which, we arrived at a building they assured me belonged to Moondancer. "Are you sure this is the place?" I only asked because I couldn't imagine anyone associated with Twilight living in a building with paint chipping off. You could see the grey under the once beige house. The windows were cracked and the lawn was unkempt. I figured everyone around Twilight would live lives about as picturesque as her.
"Yeah, I guess she's been letting herself go." Lemon opened the front gate to Moondancer's place, the door creaking loudly on its hinges.
She must be, if the rats are using bits of limestone as dinner tables in her yard. The rats were nice and all, waving hello over a lunch of peanut butter crackers, but their presence made me uneasy. Perhaps Moondancer was as much an animal person as Fluttershy? Or, more likely, this was a bad sign of things to come.
The others pushed me forward, encouraging me to knock. With a roll of my shoulders, I knocked.
One.
Two.
Three.
Was anyone home? I knocked again to be sure.
One.
Two.
The door opened, finally. An irritated beige pony stood in the doorway, with her strawberry pink mane tied up. I figured it was supposed to be a bun, but she didn't have enough hair to pull it off, so it was just a mess of hair in a band. She looked kinda familiar. Maybe it had something to do with the way she styled the back of her mane? Come to think of it, she did look like me if I was wearing glasses.
This mare, probably Moondancer, took one look at me before scowling. "What do you want?"
Yeah, that was a lot more sour of a reception than the others. Still, if there was one skill I had that could help, it was speech. "Hey Moondancer, it's been a while."
"Seven months and six days."
I laughed nervously. "That long, huh? How have you been?"
"Go away, I'm busy." She slammed the door.
I stood there in silent contemplation. Looks like I had to work at it this time around. Minuette, Lemon Hearts, and Twinkleshine were easy, but it looked like Moondancer was still sore.
Minuette laughed with forced exuberance. "Yeah, she's been doing that a lot."
I hung my head. "So I made her like this."
"Hey, don't go blaming yourself on this." Twinkleshine said in consolation.
"Tell me, did she start doing this when I left?"
"Well, yeah, but..." She trailed off, not sure how to argue.
"Then I am responsible." I concluded. "I've made a mess of things, and it falls on me to fix it." With a sigh, I turned down the path and walked. "I'll see you girls around."
Lemon called after me. "Wait, where are you going?"
"I'm booking a motel; I could be here for a while!"
Spike rushed up next to me, and we left together.
There was only one motel anywhere near Canterlot; just outside of it. It was a raggedy place, with torn window dressings and dirty walls. There was a conspicuous brown puddle leading into the office. I don't even want to guess what's in that puddle, and that big crack in the wall wasn't doing this place any favors. One of the occupied rooms couldn't contain a loud argument about greeting cards. Neither Spike or myself looked upon it with any hope.
"Uh... are you sure you wanna sleep here?" Spike asked apprehensively.
"I hope that means you have a better idea."
"Yeah, a whole bunch. For starters, we could sleep in an alleyway."
I chuckled lamely. "We're getting better. Anything else?"
"You know what, let's just go to Twilight's old tower."
I noticed Spike's odd use of Twilight's name. Why did he do that all of a sudden? Is he trying to trip me up? I did my best to ignore it. "That sounds good. Lead the way."
So we walked back into the city and went to some residential area. The tower we were looking for was in the classier side of town, where all the towers and ornate buildings were. Figures that Twilight lived in the tallest one. With a gold spire and spiral staircase leading to the top, it was the envy of the neighborhood. Well maintained flowers streamed off the edges with azure beauty in the shrinking daylight. Sultans could suck it, this place ruled!
I kept my glee in check as I looked over our place of temporary residence. "Home sweet home."
"Something like that." Spike said, wasting no time on walking through the ground floor entrance.
The door was already open when we came in. I initially worried that the place was robbed in Twilight's absence, but that was before I saw the interior. There was nothing in there worth stealing, for all was books. Nearly every wall was a bookshelf stuffed with knowledge. There was a couch, there was a table, and there was a giant hourglass. None of those things were apparently worth taking in seven months. Everything was covered with either dust or spider webs.
We went to the top floor, finally finding a room with a bed. A lectern stood alone by the balcony door, holding an open book. It looked like Twilight left this place while in the middle of something. I stepped forward to investigate the book, but I kicked a torn package. It was wrapped for someone's birthday or maybe Hearth's Warming, but what really caught my interest was the punctured teddy bear right next to it.
Spike stepped over and gazed upon the items. "Hey, it's the gift I got for Moondancer." Spike smiled in reverie. "Moondancer was having a birthday party, so I got her a teddy bear." He chuckled and thought. "It seems so long ago when I was taking it to Moondancer's party, then Twilight bust in through the door and my tail went through it. She was so worried about Nightmare Moon that nothing we said could calm her down. Even the princess couldn't change her mind about what that book said." He shook his head. "Turns out she was right, huh?"
I forced my gaze away from Spike. I really wished Spike wouldn't start talking about Twilight; my mind was already tumultuous as it was. I instead looked around the room, looking for some kind of distraction. There were none. There weren't even any personal effects, like pictures of decorations. Everything in this tower was either related to books or sleep.
In Twilight's home, she didn't even need personal items. Her family likely lived in Canterlot as well, so considering them and her friends, I guess Twilight didn't really need any pictures of her personal life. Why would she? She was living the dream day after day.
Of course, she was marching off to fight Nightmare Moon in the end. That's when I stepped in and ruined everything. Hell, I bet Twilight would have handled the Summer Sun Celebration better than I did. Would a smart girl like her have had any trouble finding the Elements of Harmony? Doubtfully. When I stop to think about it, I stole more than her life: I stole her legacy.
I sighed and levitated up the broken teddy bear. I put all its fluff into its little hole and prepared a spell. The glow of my magic fixed the seams, restoring the teddy bear to its rightful glory. I replaced its missing eye with lavender magic, and admired my efforts. That day it was just a teddy bear, but the next day I swore to restore Twilight's friendships.
Eventually, I could do the same for her.
Tell me that doesn't remind you of the Sultan's Palace from Aladdin.
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It occurs to me that when twiclone tried to scry for twilight, she might well have failed for two really good reasons. First, such spells often require some link to the subject. At best, twiclone knew that she had twilight's body, which could easily point straight back at her.
Second, twilight is still in her body, suppressed. Hopefully conscious, since that would be more fun. In that case, the spell would certainly point at twilight's body, since that would be accurate anyway.
I love the irony in how he thinks he's "screwing up her life". He's doing it just as well as her in some ways if not handling thing better.
How he's still concerned about her and getting her back speaks volumes for his character.
I can't wait for her to bump into her parents in the market. Why hasn't Spike used them to trap fake twilight yet?
6905004 That's one thing I've noticed and respected about our Twinot. He might be bad tempered, ill mannered and often crude, but he's got and outstanding character and moral compass.
I couldn't help but notice that while it took Twilight 5 whole seasons to even begin considering on mending past friendships, as soon as Twinot hears about her old friends he tries his hardest to immediately start mending them.
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Something that also occurred to me is that he searched for Twilight. He is Twilight. At least in everything physical. If they actually swapped, then Twilight is him. To find her, he would need to search for himself.
Just a theory.
6905004 Well, i'd say any decent person would have more or less the same attitude. He is highjacking her life, is giving her an image she might not be able to live up to, thus is potentially jeopardizing her chance at having a stable come back and since he cannot possibly know how the real Twillight would've acted, it is normal that he take the blame for not trying to keep alive the friendship she had prior to is arrival...
I'd say that as long as he consider this to be her life that he is stealing, that feeling of screwing it up is normal.
Well maybe it was the tower that jaffar sent flying.
Interested to see what Twiliclone does with Moondancer. She is a few years early after all.
Still waiting to here what actually happened to Twilight
I'm getting real tired of Spike's shit...I don't really like Spike in the show and I am starting to hate him here...
As for Twilight...I hope she is just inside her own body but concious and aware of it and what happened around her...It make things more interesting that way. And gradually, they can communicate to each other mentally.
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The first thing I thought from that chapter, and what I believe it was implying is that he is actually Twilight. He has been shown to have a lot of the same habits and base personality traits as Twilight too. Just my theory.
6905109 it's also possible the spell searches out the physical pony. In that case, it's him. Magic takes the path of least resistance, and all that jazz. right now it's very possible Twilight is in his world, and in his body. He'd have to try tracking his name to be certain.
Okay.
It doesn't remind me of the Sultan's Palace from Aladdin.
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Judging from the end of this chapter, while fully aware that it's not Twilight, he's likely starting to see that 'Twinot' isn't a bad person, and thus may be more hesitant than he was to screw her over.
And... he's not gonna acknowledge that Spike keeps referring to him as if he's not present.
Hm, what if new-Twilight is actually old-Twilight who just thinks she was a human?
Moving on from that -
She basically just thought of Twilight's family, and didn't immediately see the problem of not knowing who old-Twilight's family was?
6905165 IM guessing that wizard suppressed Twilight's Soul with our protagonists. Two souls one body; Given the scrying spell showed him himself earlier and the scrying spell the princess cast showed Twilight's body also. Unless its a total mind wipe scenario then well its more akin to murder...
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I suspect that he simply has no idea how to address it. He's known that Spike has been suspicious for a long time now, and the only thing he's come up with is to hope he he can hold Twilight's life together and get her back before Spike brings it all down on him.
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I agree with you entirely in principle. But intent and action are worlds apart. Our protagonist is taking some huge risks here where the only payout is keeping some of Twilight's friends close to her for when she returns. It takes a lot of moral fiber to court getting caught by Celestia (something that has been shown to terrify him) to do something that gains him nothing but more risk.
Looks like a lit candle
Wow, dude is suffering from a MASSIVE guilt trip.
Poor bastard, especially since guilt that strong can prompt a person to go to extraordinary and FOOLISH lengths.
I love this story! Keep up the good work!
6905482 Considering how much they really seem to beleive into "Twillight's new persona" (aside from Spike), I do not think that there is much risk. Even then, I think it is more is own strength of character that drive him to act in any situation that is to be praised.
Spike is slowly turning into a passive aggressive asshole
Please tell me Guy-Twi opens up to Spike about the whole situation soon...
Still not believing that Celestia believes Twilight doing a complete 180 in personality and interests is completely normal.
6905744 Yeah, not liking the creature who took over his sister's body and absolutely refuses to admit it and made him out to be insane to everyone he cares about is such a failing on Spike's part, totally. How dare he not accept it, everyone here including you would be totally cool about it if some creature possessed someone you cared about and made you out to be nuts for noticing anything off.
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I kinda get the weird feeling Celestia knows EXACTLY what's going on and is just messing with them, Semi-Perfect Trollestia just needs one more stunt like this to achieve her Perfect form.
Woo-hoo an uptade
, a little short one, but it let's you hope that the next one will come faster.
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Nah, it really can't be that. New-Twilight doesn't have the same magical speciality as old-Twilight, which is said to be tied directly to the soul. New-Twilight's a transmutation specialist, whereas Old-Twilight is a generalist. It's one of the biggest reasons why Spike is so sure that Twilight is an impostor. Well, apart from the Magic aversion she started with...
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I was just pointing out other options.sure, that is one possibility, but it might well be a red herring
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Which would fit in with the first option. But I am doubtful.
6905814 actually he has talked about his job. And said that he has no friends. Duno about family but he acts like he basicly cut off all contact with them.
The idea that he is actually twilight who fried her brain from worry was basicly killed when he scryed on his human boss.
And we don't know what happened to twilight, she could be sealed away inside of him, or in his human body, and his scan scryed for twilight messed up because he views himself as twilight and didn't think to scryed to himself as a human.
Worse thing is, if twilight is sealed inside of him. Then he will die and disapear giving her, her body back. Because his human body will have long been dead by this time.
If he can actually make that choice, that would be a selfless action.
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Here's the dilemma:
Both Spike and Twinot are sympathetic characters. Twinot has helped his friends, built a life he really loves out of a situation he probably shouldn't have been able to handle, and is still wracked with guilt at the fact that he is replacing someone else's life to do it. And the reason he doesn't want to tell anyone is that he's paranoid that if the secret gets out he might not be able to save Twilight/himself (even though I think that's silly as heck. Equestrians are hella forgiving).
Apocrypha already explained why Spike's sympathetic, but I just want to point out that he still has noticed that Twinot is a good person, and I think that unless things have changed internally for Spike, he's probably very close to forgiving Twinot.
I think taking sides is silly. Neither character is anything near a bad person, or doing anything wrong. They both have very sympathetic reasons to do what they are doing to each other, and I still just want them to reconcile more than fight about it.
6905870 my problem is that he's not considering for a moment to talk in length with his sister about his concerns. If one of my siblings I have many suddenly changed drastically negatively I wouldn't immediately run to mom celestia in this case and tattle tail this quick. Bro codes apply to sisters too ya know.
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Hopefully unconscious. I cannot imagine horror of being locked inside own body without any control and being forced to watch as another mind, which predents you, use it to live your live.
6905662 and your own soldiers need to fear you or they are not going to follow your orders and become traitors and not following the orders of your general should be treated with exeution even the soldier did something useful there was even a chniese soldier who kidnapped 3 enemy generals (how he did that is unknown) and he got executed later by his genrals as the general was asked why he did that he answerd he mmay was a great soldier but he wasnt folowing my orders(if i remember the last part right)
I'm personally wondering how much time is left before he comes clean. He's aware Spike knows that something is 'wrong', and now Spike's starting to be blatant about it. At some point, they just need a heart-to-heart about the situation. Spike's not buying the story, and Spike's not GOING to buy the story. He needs to be in the know so he can help Twinot cover for the gaps. And it seems close enough to a ripe time that at some point in this Canterlot trip would be perfect.
At least then Twinot would have an actual friend and not a friend to the Twilight façade he's got to keep going.
6905170 His sister figure has seemingly done a 180 in attitude, forgets basic knowledge about everything and is
(in his eyes) the antithesis of the mare he knows. And it doesnt help that nobody, even the people that knew her beforehand, believes him or notice anything wrong.
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Oh, it's you.
Well, at least FM TWI will help Moondancer about a year and a half earlier.
cute story bro!
you simply must continue I absolutely love this story
6906545 In reality, its horrifying, but in fiction, it can make for quite an interesting story.
6906861 I know that, but the way he goes about things is...I don't know..."bad"
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Yes, but that doesn't mean Spike has to been an asshole about it, plus, this behavior is completely inappropriate for the situation he THINKS is happening... If I suspected someone had replaced one of my family members, I'd quietly investigate and NOT give them reason to suspect I knew until I had all the information, or at least enough to paint at least a somewhat decent picture of what was actually going on. If Twilight had been really been replaced by a hostile force, Spike would've been quietly 'disposed of' the moment there was any suspicion that she was not the real Twilight. As it happens, Fake-Twi is non hostile, but if she wasn't, Spike would've been dead or locked away somewhere by now.
6907886 Desperation tends to nullify common sense and taint anything that might be good as bad.
Okay.
It's not really bulbous and squat enough at the top, and it's just one tower.
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Good thought, though!
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these were my thoughts also
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TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
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Fistbump, working class bro. While I agree with all of this on principle, it's also something that doesn't work nearly as well in writing. Constant repetitive swearing is something that gets annoying to read really quickly. This story has been very good about it and found a balance that I thought worked very well, but I've also seen stories completely fail at at for much the same reason. Do it wrong and it just becomes unreadable.
6909391 Yeah, trust me, I've had... criticism, in the past.
I write my character a lot like I myself act, and he talks like I do. Many people have problems with this. Said character is the only character in my story who does this.
I even have a second one where 'swears' are said barely even once every three chapters. My volcablary expanded by a good bit when I had to reframe from having a character scream "FUCK!" when she got impaled through the shoulder.
But, trust me, I understand the point you've made.
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Yeah, it's simply a stylistic thing. One thing a lot of people struggle with about writing dialogue is that the way people actually speak just doesn't work as well when in written form. To sound natural, what a character says needs to be carefully phrased, despite the irony of it. Cussing with every second word is something that you can do while talking, because people tend to naturally filter that kind of thing out in much the same way we do with 'uhs', 'ums' and other interjections. When writing it down, though, that kind of thing suddenly starts sticking out like a sore thumb and can become obnoxious really quickly. It's not really a judgment on how people speak, just an aspect of how differently things work when translated into written form.