Gentian's Lexical Tomfoolery

[Kadae]

Anyway, as always, I hope you enjoy it.

As always, I thoroughly did.

[Gentian]

Anyway, as always, I hope you enjoy it.

As always, I thoroughly did.

Did you really? Be honest...or don't. I'll just smile and say "thank you" to your kind words yet again.

[Kadae]

Did you really? Be honest...or don't. I'll just smile and say "thank you" to your kind words yet again.

Gentian, please, I wouldn't lie to you. Of course, I have no way to prove my words, so you'll just have to trust me. Was my comment too brief? I think that might've been it. I have to sincerely apologise for sounding so generic! I mean what I said, honestly.

I'll list everything I liked, and why I felt the way I did about every haiku. I'd also like to preface this list of sorts by saying that I love haikus. They're easy to read, and I appreciate them when they're written well as it's difficult to convey much beauty through so few words.

Eyes closed, I wake to
dawn's mute chill, and her warm fur;
all's right in my world.

I love the way you describe things. I'm not so creative as to think up phrases like "dawn's mute chill", so I have to applaud you for that. It paints a detailed scene that I can picture myself in, and in only three words. I love that.

As well as that, the last line is one I particularly like because it reminds me of NERV's slogan from Neon Genesis Evangelion, an anime I freaking love. It's a bit of a silly reason, I have to admit, but hey, might as well go through every detail of my thinking!

What surprise to find,
for us, my Princess made brunch:
bread, jam, and...bacon?!

I like bacon. Twilight made bacon. I like this poem.

Wing-in-hand we walk
through Ponyville's smiling streets;
our special place calls.

Here, the smiling streets and walking wing-in-hand are again great descriptions, and I think they're cute, so I like that. However, that said, the ending line is what catches my attention, and feeds my imagination. It's vague and yet, descriptive. I have to emphasise again how much I love this sort of writing. You do a honest-to-Celestia marvellously fantastic job!

Purple on my lap,
dozing 'neath wind-stirred oak, a
cricket sings to us.

I love the simplicity of this one, and the image it creates. Reading your poems reminds me of why I love poems and even reading in the first place. Being whisked away into a fantasy world, it's a fantastic feeling.

Makes me want to fall asleep under a tree.

From steam-warmed tiles
her sighs echo as we wash
each other's bodies.

I don't know how you do it, but you really do manage to succeed in picking the perfect things to focus on in these haikus. Despite how limiting they are, the way you write makes it seem like you got plenty of room work with, which I find incredible.

I think I'd have a hard time writing poems, so I'm grateful to be able to appreciate the writings of a friend.

By soft fire-light,
we share both rug and book. My
fingers comb her mane.

Makes me want to read by a fireplace. I feel lonely.

I really, really like your phrasing in the first line.

Snuggled close we kiss,
and gentle words exchanged, fall
to sleep's sweet embrace.

Ending on this one was a brilliant choice. I have to idea if you did it intentionally, but I think this one feels most passionate, and having it end with sleep's sweet embrace (I freaking love your wording here as well.) feels appropriate. I didn't think a few short poems could really evoke such a variety of emotions from me in such a short time, so thank you and well done.

Again, I sincerely apologise if I came off as disingenuous. I get paranoid about writing too much. It becomes gradually more difficult to re-read and catch spelling mistakes and I get nervous. I overthink things a little.

I really do enjoy your writing, and everyone's content here, but there's a lot to go through all over the internet, and, well, I don't know. I'm just making excuses. I've gotta start writing better comments.

I honestly loved every one of them, and I look forward to your future projects! I hope my sincerity comes through.

[Gentian]

Did you really? Be honest...or don't. I'll just smile and say "thank you" to your kind words yet again.

Gentian, please, I wouldn't lie to you. Of course, I have no way to prove my words, so you'll just have to trust me. Was my comment too brief? I think that might've been it. I have to sincerely apologise for sounding so generic! I mean what I said, honestly.

Holy...biscuits. Kadae, The "Be honest...or don't." line was intended as a playful little way of saying "I appreciate the praise, but don't really think I deserve it, still, whether you mean it or not, I like it!"

I really do, too, and I believe you when you said that. Your lengthy, impassioned, response has me worried I may have hurt your feelings, so if I did, I'm sorry. I was (poorly) trying to make a humorous reply, that's all.

And man, now I'm afraid I may have misspoke in this reply too.

Just to be clear: Thank you Kadae. You always say nice things, and seem to try to make everyone here a little bit happier. I'm glad you enjoy my work so much, even though I think it's not so good.

Now, one more thing. Please don't walk on eggshells around me, or try to inflate anything you may see as laudable. ok? You just be Kadae, and do what Kadae does, and we'll be golden.

[Kadae]

I really do, too, and I believe you when you said that. Your lengthy, impassioned, response has me worried I may have hurt your feelings, so if I did, I'm sorry. I was (poorly) trying to make a humorous reply, that's all.

Ah, don't worry about me. My comments don't do your work justice! I had to write something a little more substantial than my original single-sentenced reply.

Just to be clear: Thank you Kadae. You always say nice things, and seem to try to make everyone here a little bit happier. I'm glad you enjoy my work so much, even though I think it's not so good.

You praise me more than I deserve, but thank you! And regardless of how you feel about your work, I've loved it so far. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, after all.

Now, one more thing. Please don't walk on eggshells around me, or try to inflate anything you may see as laudable. ok? You just be Kadae, and do what Kadae does, and we'll be golden.

I'd never do that! I'm honest to the core, believe-you-me. We're golden.

[Gentian]

Writing is a hobby of mine. I've written songs, poems, and of course stories. Most of them will never be posted here because they aren't waifu-related, but they can inspire other things that are. Like this one. With any luck, I should finish my new project soonish and be able to go in to more detail. For now, this will have to do.

Thank you for taking the time to read.


Heat Lightning


Somewhere, far, far away, there is a river. It would be unpleasant to stand on its broad, rocky banks tonight; the air is cloying, and uncomfortably warm, made worse by the bodies of those come to see the show pressing in from all sides. Instead, we leave the sultry mass of humanity with its sweat-soaked yukatas, and exhalations heavy with the odors of unnamed celebratory foods for a nearby building.

It stands beyond a copse of trees-mostly camphor and pine by their perfumes-and at 4 stories tall, stretches above their canopies. The grounds are spacious, and with the gates barred, are as deserted as the darkened halls within the building proper. It's a plain, boxy design, and its broad white walls and numerous windows glow spectrally in the moonlight.

Approaching the doors, we find them locked, but that doesn't matter. We enter the school, for that's what it is, and make our way along its corridors. Here, at least, their plan is simple, and we know them intimately besides; we know exactly where to go. Just as importantly, we know where not to go, for while this is a school, it is also more than a school, and we would do well to remember, and respect that fact.

We come to some stairs. The way down, to the basement, beckons, but we remember, and respect, and go up, instead. Through unseen wards, and hidden runes we climb, until at last, we reach another door. This one is locked too, but is no more hindrance than the other. We step over it's threshold, and emerge on the roof.

A flat expanse of gravel extends before us, broken by the shadowy forms of pipes, ducts, and silent air conditioners. We could be forgiven for believing we're alone, but, listening carefully, happy whispers, and the muffled crunching of stones drifts on the air.

Silently, we move toward those sounds, and find an area claimed by bags, and carefully laid out beach towels. Except for a line of distant clouds, the night is clear, if oppressively humid. Silhouetted against it, a pair of figures can be seen, leaning on the edge of the building, taking in the view. A warm breeze brings in the faint sounds, and smells of the festival below. They stand closely together; so much so their bodies touch. Heat lightning flashes soundlessly in the distance.

They talk, and laugh together; animatedly, but careful not to allow their voices to rise, and carry. Their enjoyment of each other's company is obvious: the enthusiasm in their conversation; their smiles, barely visible in the light from moon above, and stalls and stands below; the way they lean together, and the way one drapes a wing around the other's waist. There is attraction here, but not anxiety, or furtiveness. Simply relaxed confidence; secure in the mutual positions they hold in one another's hearts.

They fall silent at the tinny, amplified voice of an announcement from below. An expectant hush falls over the throngs as hundreds of pairs of eyes turn skyward.

Suddenly, the darkness is gone.

With a hissing roar, jets of glittering flame erupt from the river. Great flares and rockets streak through the sky, throwing their colors across the night's canvas in booms felt more than heard. And there, below the blooming starbursts, the figures embrace. Their shadows dance across the roof in the flitting colors, even as their bodies remain locked in place by their kiss.

Slowly, one pulls back, gently taking the other's lip in her mouth as she goes. Her eyes open, and shine with intense, almost painful passion.

“I love you so much,” she whispers. Her voice is somber, but edged with potent, deep-seated emotion. “so, so much.” Her partner kisses her again, and, with forehead pressing to hers, smiles.

“I love you too, Twilight.”

[Gentian]

Twilight Sparkle is Best Pone

- A Logical Proof -



Part 1) Argument, The First


5 normal ponies and 1 princess pony are the Elements of Harmony.

All Princesses are superior to all non-Princesses.

∴ The Princess pony is the superior Element of Harmony.


5 normal ponies and 1 princess pony are the Elements of Harmony.

Twilight Sparkle is a Princess and an Element of Harmony.

∴ Twilight Sparkle is the only Princess Pony Element of Harmony.


The Princess pony is the superior Element of Harmony.

Twilight Sparkle is the only Princess Pony Element of Harmony.

∴ Twilight Sparkle is the superior Element of Harmony.


Part 2) Argument, The Second


The Elements of Harmony are supreme in Equestria.

Twilight Sparkle is the superior Element of Harmony.

∴ Twilight Sparkle is supreme in Equestria.


Twilight Sparkle is supreme in Equestria.

Supreme is synonymous with Best.

∴ Twilight Sparkle is Best.


Part 3) Denouement


Twilight Sparkle is Best.

Twilight Sparkle is pone.

∴ Twilight Sparkle is Best Pone.


Quod Erat Demonstrandum, waifufriends.

[EquestrianPenguin]

But wait ther is fure poni

Spitfire is fastest Pegasus
She is the captain of the wonderbolts
Spitfire is the fastest Wonderbolt

Spitfire is the fastest Wonderbolt
Which means she's the best Wonderbolt
Spitfire is best Wonderbolt

Spitfire is best Wonderbolt
Wonderbolts are best elite flying team in all equestria
Spitfire is best poni celebrity


Spitfire is best poni celebrity
Celebrity's are regarded highly and viewed as role models
Spitfire is best role model

Spits is best role model
Role models are often regarded as the best
Spitfire is best

Spitfire is poni
Spitfire is best
Spitfire is best poni

[Gentian]

But wait ther is fure poni

Spitfire is fastest Pegasus
She is the captain of the wonderbolts
Spitfire is the fastest Wonderbolt

Spitfire is the fastest Wonderbolt
Which means she's the best Wonderbolt
Spitfire is best Wonderbolt

Spitfire is best Wonderbolt
Wonderbolts are best elite flying team in all equestria
Spitfire is best poni celebrity


Spitfire is best poni celebrity
Celebrity's are regarded highly and viewed as role models
Spitfire is best role model

Spits is best role model
Role models are often regarded as the best
Spitfire is best

Spitfire is poni
Spitfire is best
Spitfire is best poni

Twilers and I, last night, upon finding the site up again:

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Please?

I dunno

Pretty please?

Nah, it's probably best if we don't.

But, his syllogisms are...

I don't think he meant to make syllogisms. I think he was just playing around, and imitating our presentation style without...

That's an even better reason!

...

What if you post our dialogue instead? You can paraphrase it when you wake up tomorrow.

...Yeah, that might work. Thanks, Best Pone!

I do it because I love you, Best Human.

I know you do, but I love you more.

Nuh-uh, I love you more.

Nuh-uh, I love you more.

Nuh-uh, I love you more

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And so it went...

[EquestrianPenguin]

Spitfire: Well he is an idiot