Asterix was sitting on a bench behind his house, hidden from sight of the whole village. His pride was damaged, and frankly that hurt him more than the physical pain. Next to him was his crutch leaning against the bench; Fulliautomatix made it for him.
His eyes wandered around his backyard, where Obelix had built some structures and activities to help with the rehabilitation of his leg and body. Asterix was grateful for him, of course he was, but right now he couldn’t put it to words or even think about it that way.
Asterix heard steps closing to his direction, and he knew those steps belonged to their druid.
“Oh, moping, are we?” Getafix hummed as he came from around the corner. Asterix tilted his head the opposite way; he wasn’t in the mood for company right now, but couldn’t tell Getafix that. The druid had saved his life - again, and it would be extremely rude to turn down his company.
Getafix sat down on the bench next to Asterix, and they sat there silently for a moment.
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Some art I drew and the fic I wrote of the said art!
I haven’t yet posted anything, and I’ve been so busy with work and whatnot that I can’t really keep this blog as active as I’d want to, but I will be posting once in a while! For now, enjoy!
Happy Friday!! The 2nd Day of Semiaquatic Circus is now available! Remember that this game only updates one chapter at a time, and chapters are only roughly 10 minutes long--but I hope you enjoy and thank you for your patience as I work on other stuff too! 🎪🫧
Here's the tragedy of immature and toxic parents :
They don't realise what they are losing by being the way they are with their kids. Because they never knew what it meant to be happy, they cannot recognize the opportunities to be happy when they are right in front of them. They are self saboteurs. As their children, you may see it but you wouldn't tell them because you know it would not result in any positive change and would probably backfire on you because it always did in the past. And so you are helplessly bound to see them gradually deteriorate into a lonely and intrinsically sad shell of a person, getting older and more helpless day after passing day, forever cursed to not be able to love or be loved, someone you cannot help and someone you cannot see withering into a wrinkled sheet of dust. You cannot help someone who doesn't want to be helped, especially when it also exacts a heavy emotional price from you. So you distance yourself from them due to self preservation and pray to the heavenly creatures you won't become like them, all the while knowing your parents will die alone, no matter how many people come to their funeral...
Hello it has seemed that I have caused a bit of disturbance. I would like to say that I am another John Wick fan that has gone over to tumblr from reddit mainly because it seemed safer here to share my opinions and it overall had a more welcoming attitude. Thank you!🥰
"A world of companionship,
where all gaps between people can be bridged...
That is my ideal."
independent | private | semi-selective ASKR of fire emblem : heroes . crossover, oc, multi-ship friendly ; mun is 21+ && has 10+ years of writing experience ;;
matching with enclosedgod.
as loved by antheia
im in my romantic era and i need to know if it is socially acceptable to just show up to someone's house with flowers or is that too cliche (WE'RE FRIENDS ALREADY AND I CAN PLAY IT OFF AS A CHRISTMAS GIFT CAUsE IT P MUCH IS)
No one is talking about how the news broadcaster said that it was the ten year anniversary of the forgvasion. Butnit wad also Anne's birthday(at least I assume, since the presents seemed to be only for anne, and said happy birthday)That means that the calamity war happened on Anne's birthday?!?!?!?
I'm thinking I should post the rest of the art I've recently made over the last year. From the Mythcraft series I'm working on, the random art pieces of my character Lucy (I'm working on an updated profile picture for her), along with some of the other art that I've made and posted over on my DA. I don't fully know at the moment.