We Are On Your Bed Watching Movies While I Stroke Gently Through Your Hair

Incase you really wanted it! This is the dragons den in the game. She isn't a gym leader anymore. But she does run the city. They haven't gotten to the elite four yet but I plan on making her a member. She is the mentor to a rival of the character players. She gave the rival an egg that hatched into a dratini and the player character one that will hatch into a bagon. The dragons den has ice type pokemon and dragon type encounters too. Every trainer there isn't a dragon Trainer but a dragon hunter or a dragon buster so they use dragon, fairy and ice type pokemon.

this really isn't an ask, but, a while ago I saw your concept of Claire as an ice type trainer, and I sorta ran with it. I gamemaster for a pokemon ttrpg, and in the game Claire founded her own Dragon's Den, but in an ice cave. My players thought it was cool spin on the concept, and you gave the springboard for some really cool environments so thank you for that!

aaaaaa that's so cool! so glad something i drew had such an impact! :D

feel free to keep me posted on how your sessions go!

Seek after unconditional love and it's definition, all other things will follow.

Look, I don't know which one of y'all need to hear this right now. But just because something comes back to you doesn't mean it was always meant for you. If you just regurgitated something, you wouldn't put that vomit back in your mouth would you?

If you sift through and break yourself down to it's smallest parts. What would they actually look like honestly? I think some of us would automatically respond, positively. And insincerely. Not honestly.

I think it would all do us well to better inspect ourselves.

Sprite Edit. 

There are some flowers that bloom in the sun of green groves. But not for them is our praise. There are some flowers that grow through the mud. And for them our cups are raised. People will envy your strength, but never the struggle that brought you to it. They'll love the nectar, but the never the ichor.

If you have a limited world you become content with mediocre often times worthless things.

I believe we are apt to see the truth as lies. Lies sometimes are alluring, sweeter to the ear, or easier to believe. We trick even ourselves, justifying them and enabling them. Pain and Anger are the greatest among the liars. They hurt us, so we doubt the truth. We define our Identity by our Truths. I will share with you what I have thought, felt and learned. Love, the complete commitment to the well being and happiness of yourself, another person or people without any condition or modifier. Integrity, the practice of being uncompromised in one's values and actions. Kindness, it is a behavior defined by consideration and concern. It is gentle, and it is generous. We become the truths we believe in. We accept the lives or the lies we agree with. We can choose, more importantly You can choose these things. But do not do this partially, or reluctantly, you have to accept it wholly. It is a challenge and it takes time. I am still learning. But if you allow them to they will change you.

The Poet E.E. Cummings once described the moon as "the Lily of the Heavens". Our word Lily comes from the Greek word Lilium which could mean "Pure", the Greeks called the flower Leirion meaning "True". The painter, Claude Monet very famously painted a collection of over two hundred and fifty impressionist art pieces of water lilies, that specific genus is called Nymphaea, which has the root of the Greek word Nymph, meaning bride. Some now use that word in relation to beauty. A large portion of Monet's paintings were created after the death of his wife, during and/or post-world-war-two. And some of these paintings as well were composed while he had cataracts. The products of the clouded vision of his eyes. I have been lucky enough to witness some of the paintings myself, some here in Indy, while we had them on exhibit during Newfield's "Monet and Friends", or on their permeant exhibit in Chicago, or in Cleveland or where have you. I think it's something so beautiful that we get to interact with art on these levels where our human experience is so contextual and subjective. Just so particular to us as singular individuals. Like you probably will view George Hitchcock's Calypso in a totally different light than I will. I will see it as a piece of art depicting a woman, mourning and grieving the loss of her lover Odysseus. Longing, Pining, Loving. You might just see it as a painting of a sea nymph, a "water lily" one might say now that you know some other words. But art is also objective, and out-of-context sometimes too. Monet states in his own observation and intention of his works “it would produce the illusion of an endless whole, of water with no horizon and no shore”. That is to say like the reach of their intention is finite, but our interaction and interpretation of it is in-finite. It is not definite. An “Endless Whole”. You might know that I, as an individual, I don't view grief/love, joy/sorrow as separate things. They are the same coin, and they buy into this great experience called life. And in contradiction to that, they are probably not too dissimilar as well to “water with no horizon or shore”. Monet probably painted these painting and thought of his wife, Monet probably painted and thought of the war going on around him. E.E. Cummings probably wrote his poems at about or around the same time Monet was painting his collection. While also(!) George Hitchcock was painting "Calypso". Isn’t that beautiful? The Rendering of Associations. I'd like to call it. If we use some entomologic arguments here based off of what I’ve told you in this ‘dissertation’ (jokingly, basically), one might be able build off what Cummings wrote as "the Moon, the true pure beauty of the Heavens.”. Like what have I spent the last five-hundred-some-odd words writing about here. Painters and Paintings? Poetry? Love? Loss? Have I been writing this to the Moon, or is it to you maybe? Or this to one particular special person right now that I think about in my reflections of the moon, or flowers or water? These ‘Illusions’ as Monet might describe or in my case here an allusion of a seamless image. “The Rendering of Associations of The Endless Whole of Life.”