As an adult I think me and all my friends should all have matching schedules and work like 20 hours a week and also everyone lives within 15 minutes of each other why is that so much to ask
How do I explain to my therapist later today that beyond any real world situations that might be affecting the resurgence of my anxiety, there’s also this fictional friend group in an improvised fantasy roleplay podcast that just had some super serious drama with the each other and I deeply care about the state of their relationships with one another and-
Happy eve of Arc 3!! Here's a little throwback video by Erika Ishii to when our cast and crew just wrapped up camp for Arc 2.
Ball's in their court, and we hope you all love it as much as we do.
Be sure to catch the premiere of #TheWizardTheWitchandTheWildOne Arc 3 tomorrow on your favorite podcasting platform, and join us by the fireside on Patreon to get in on episode talkbacks and hours and hours of bone cone!
We're just ONE WEEKEND AWAY from the premiere of Arc 3! And OF COURSE we have some new Arc art to share with you all, once again lovingly brought to life by Lorena Lammer.
How many new details can you spot in each photo?
Also some MAJORLY exciting news: we're coming in on breaking 30k Patreon subscribers, AHOOHOO! Thank you all SO MUCH for your continued support, we are so beyond honored to be able to share this world and these stories with you.
If we hit that milestone before Tuesday, we'll share an exclusive sneak preview of the Arc 3 premiere with y'all on Patreon!
If you know anyone who seems really chill to the point of being virtually indestructible, like nothing could ever bother them in any way, could get hit by a train and just shake it off and be totally fine, laughing it off as soon as they've dusted themselves off and stopped bleeding, but who occasionally just randomly falls apart to complete fucking smithereens with seemingly no cause nor warning, only to get back up again a few minutes/hours/days later like "ok yeah I'm fine again that was weird lmao", and you've ever wondered what the fuck is up with that:
They are actually not ok and most likely are not ok at any point. The whole "hardiest person you know who just collapses randomly sometimes" thing isn't a deliberately constructed façade, as a matter of fact it might be something that they actually personally believe themselves to be. But in reality this is somebody who's either unintentionally learned or has been deliberately trained to hide negative emotions and mask symptoms at all costs, as the #1 priority that goes over any other survival needs.
So even though it may look like they go from 1 to 100 completely at random and unpredictably, and then swing right back again to being totally fine, you have no way of knowing how long they've been at 95% before the last line of defense broke down and the system collapsed. And once they flip back up, odds are that they just managed to scrape their shit back together again just enough to get their backup masking systems running. The "check engine" light never turned on because the wire was clipped years ago.
If this is you, this is your callout to seek some sort of help. I'm telling on everyone in this room including myself.
Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen