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As a Chemistry student, I know how crystals are formed and their properties. I can say this is absolutely bull, you're just having a placebo. I could go into depth as to how crystals are made and their properties but I'd rather not lecture without needing to.

@@Windbreaker, Swiggie levitated the plate off the counter, "Hahaha well I actu-", cut off by a rather loud pony. Turning around Swiggie caught his plate before it hit the floor, quickly bowing down without hesitation. Looking up he also spotted more elements of harmony and royalty. "Ponyville really is the nexus of strange"

@@Windbreaker, "Hiya! What can I getcha?" "I'd like a muffin please, preferably cherry or cranberry flavoured" Swiggie said, though he was composed on the surface he knew he had spoken to a particularly famous pony and was bubbling inside. "So it's nice to meet you, never thought I'd have an opportunity like this" Swiggie dug his hoof at the floor, "I really enjoyed the Hearths warming play you performed the other year" Swiggie mentioned, hoping to prolong a conversation with the Element of Laughter.

@@AspenSwift, "Oh!, your name is Apsen, I thought somepony wanted me to give them Aspirin" Swiggie re-composed his posture, "I'm Nurse Swiggie, just call me Swiggie for now because I'm out of commission till next week." Swiggie prepared his bit-bag for his future cupcake,"It's nice how quickly ponies in this town become acquainted with each other, lookie there... correct me if I'm wrong but that's the Element of Loyalty and Laughter!" Swiggie stared and gestured at Rainbowdash at the opposite end of the bakery along with Pinkiepie and a certain grey and red unicorn. Becoming hesitant for a muffin, Swiggie tapped the service bell again. @@Windbreaker,@@GeneralDirection, @@RubyW32, "~Ding"

@@AspenSwift, The bell above the door chimed followed by a few hoof-steps finished by an overly friendly smile. "This town really is the nexus of strange." "Um, hi! I'm Aspen!" Caught off guard, Swiggie didn't catch the first half of the sentence. "You want Aspirin?, I'm sorry but I'm legally not allowed to administer drugs outside of a hospital"

@@GeneralDirection,@@Windbreaker, (thanks, I was getting hesitant) Swiggie raised his brow at a certain famous pony in the bakery. "The element of loyalty? here?, oh of course, it's Ponyville, the nexus of strange" Swiggie balanced his bag on the next seat and made pace towards the bakery's counter. Swiggie hesitated to pick a flavour, he noted the oddity of how the bakery only sold sweets and no plain bread was on the menu. "Whats a bakery without bread?" The service bell sat there on the counter, it looked like it could use a ring. His belly stood there, it looked like it could use a muffin. "~Ding!"

Swiggie paced through Ponyville, giving the occasional wave and smile to the friendly folks. The hospital was visible from the town square, along with other notable buildings such as the clock-tower and the odd crystal thingy. "Grrrrl" Swiggie's stomach rumbled. "Damn it" Swiggie looked around for someplace to eat, hospital work can wait. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The bell above the door chimed, chitter chatter from both inside and outside Sugarcube corner filled the atmosphere. Swiggie dropped his bags off at a vacant table and proceeded to read off the menu. "Perhaps moving here wasn't a bad idea"

~~~~~~~~~~ Under the gathering darkness the ponies stood, under the lamps they took refuge, Swiggie among them. The distant engines became louder as ponies prepared their families and belongings, all of them strangers to him. Canterlot station was crowded tonight, the occasional rumor whispered and casual conversation spoken gave the atmosphere life. The engines became louder and broke into a screech as it came to a halt. The cabin doors opened and ponies pushed and nudged their way in. ~~~ some time later ~~~ Swiggie opened his bag and levitated out a folder of personal documents,a 'to do' list, a train ticket and a letter from his Charge Nurse. Swiggie unrolled the letter and pressed it down on the table across his seat. "Ponyville, nurse shortage... Transfer nurse...and they chose me" Swiggie mumbled off the letter. The carriage screeched as the train conductor applied the brakes, everything and everypony shifted towards the front of the train as it came to a halt. The cabin's atmosphere became polluted with chatter and movement as ponies prepared to get off. "~Yawn!, right..." ~~~~~~~~~~

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Writing swear words with a fountain pen in elegantly beautiful handwriting is somewhat funny. But fountain pens have similar style to quills and dip pens.

Your shading uses too much blending. I reckon you should try blending the edges of the shadows rather than blending the whole thing. Otherwise, GJ. *EDIT* I also realized your shading is too subtle, try making the shadows darker and the shine less bright. You should also keep in mind the light source, knowing where the light comes from and where the shadows kick in.

Fedoras and Trilbies are very unfashionable and are associated with neckbeards. Where I live, if you wear a fedora/trilby people will assume that you lack social skills. Never worn one and I don't see myself in the future with one.

I don't blush, but I do consider it a fetish of mine

People are judgmental. It's your body, do as you please to it but when the consequences kick in, be prepared to blame no-one but yourself. You can do whatever you want to you body BUT you are responsible for any backfire that may come. This even includes other people's reactions. If I tattooed a dickbutt on my forehead, I should be prepared for the consequences (people callimg me "dickhead")

Unless someone decides to use on against you. I think gun control should be applied all over the world. America does not have gun control and never will because it's broken beyond repair, there are too many guns distributed and no-one is going to voluntarily give them in. I've used firearms before (22. and .243), it's fun to go hunting once in a while. BUT WHY THE HELL DO U NEED AN AR15, MODDED TO KILL HUMANS?!?!?!?! (and the "I want it for self defense unless other people shoot me" is not a legit excuse, it is a flawed argument)

When the magic of friendship dies out, I choose one of these options: Shoot it OR Get magic defibrillators. If any of the two attempts fail, I'll abort the project immediately and head towards the nearest available nuclear shelter. Drop it or try to revive it ( I get carried away sometimes)