I have been away from tumblr since March, and I firmly believe that this has contributed significantly to my increased mental health. It’s likely that I’ll leave again when classwork starts up and I need to focus on things other than tumblr.
But at last, that inevitable thing has happened where I need to enthuse about something and there are few people to whom I can do so. I don’t particularly care about getting involved with the fandom (for all that there is one? I assume one exists, though it may be both very small and not very present on tumblr), but I’m already two thirds of the way through a fanvid for the damn thing and my moirail (to whom I normally enthuse) isn’t caught up. Meaning I cannot spoil things for her. Aside from vague suggestions that she pay attention to spelling lest she become confused in s3e11, that there’s a dude who dresses like an owl-themed bedsheet ghost, and that Elely is wonderful and deserves all good things in life. I’ve told her that much.
Let me tell you about Wakfu.
This show has captured my heart and soul, and season three continued to do so while also tearing the former into tiny little shreds, devouring them, spitting them out again, and shoving them in my face. Yes, it had its problems, particularly in the plot department, but I thoroughly enjoyed it nonetheless. I haven’t cried over a television show in a good long time. I haven’t felt legitimately worried for the well-being of characters in a television show in even longer. But then, I can’t remember the last time I’ve been as fond of any characters as I’ve become for those of Wakfu.
I mean, look at these sweethearts:
I love them all.
I apologize without apologizing to all those who still follow me despite my having disappeared for half a year, and who are about to be flooded with nothing but a venting of enthusiasm about this dang show. I promise it’ll eventually wane.