wishing all artists a very sincere "get weirder with it" this coming year
so much care put into housing this aging spider. why are my eyes wet
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All I’m saying is, if y’all spent less time finding new Harmless Weirdos to hate on and spent more time learning to love yourself and embrace your truths unabashedly, you’d probably see where all us Harmless Weirdos are coming from
The Ultra-war was a pretty big war between the realities. While the war was happening, different kinds of creatures started appearing as byproducts of the war. They were described as parasitic creatures a.k.a parasites.
Now, what I'm gonna talk about is what I think caused the war to start in the first place.
Do you remember when Fran entered Ithersta and turned into a tree because her human body was destroyed? Yeah, it's pretty hard to forget about that... But at that part of the game, so much more happens than that. Because later on when you get carried to Ziar (the tree king, you have to remember him, otherwise you're not a real fran bow fan) he tells you this: "You can't leave now, it would be too dangerous for us".
But why is it? And why now? After this, Fran gets taken by Palontras (that big fluffy flying axolotl, you HAVE to know him, really) he tells you that: "When you traveled to Ithersta, you opened a door between your reality and ours. And with this door opened, unexpected creatures can also enter our reality! ...And if that happens, the balance will be tainted!"
So basically, what he's telling us is that when Fran fell from the bridge, she entered Ithersta by opening a door between the third reality and Ithersta but after she entered the door remained open and because of that, every kind of monsters can enter Ithersta from the third reality whom will obviously cause troubles. Which we even see through out the game! As Palontras fought them and got seriously injured.
Out of Ithersta. In the 4th chapter's second part, after Fran finally arrived to her aunt's house and got Mr. Midnight to get in the window and open the door for her because her aunt was not home, she gets violently pulled into the car by Dr. Deern (Welp, that was a pretty dick move Marcel. Don't you know how to treat a little lady?!) forced to leave her kitty inside the house. After they drive away, even if only for a mere second, but you can see a bunch of Kamalas and Valokas standing next to each other way too close for comfort. That is the beginning of the war, which we had no idea that it was happening until Little Misfortune came out.
Also there was a snail character in Ithersta (who's name I do not know) who were very strongly hinting to the war.
And that's it! I hope I helped you understand a little bit more about Fran Bow. I'll do more theories about Fran Bow/Little Misfortune very soon :)
A younger version of Clara and Mia. A photo taken after they were sewed together. I couldn’t decide if it was better with Clara having tears or not so I put here both versions. Hope you like it!
These characters are a lot of fun to animate. (Storyboards by @kaleidraws)
Modern fandom went awry when people stopped learning how to avoid content that upsets them and instead starting actively seeking it out.
I mean this in the kindest, most loving way possible, but babes you'll be so much happy when you stop focusing on what other people are doing and instead focus on what you like.
You'll never be able to stop people from liking what you hate, and the best way you'll find any peace of mind is properly utilizing blocking, blacklisting, and muting tools. Take it from someone who used to run a shipping discourse blog, fandom is supposed to be what you enjoy, stop focusing on things that upset you.
You can use all the non-accusatory or "compassionate" language you want, but folks can tell when your "Seek help" comes from your negative or lesser perceptions of them. They can tell when you say "Get Therapy" that you, on the other side of the screen, wish they would keep their weird or uncomfortable identities private, wish they thought lesser of themselves so you would not have to be made uncomfortable by someone else's pride or acceptance of themselves.
They can tell.