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Hey did you want a Frenchie doll?
I have an interest form (and design) for that group order now.
Message for link, trying to keep this manageable.
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a modern take on the Drastic Changes that happened to Frenchie pre and post kraken crew era
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world cold and hard tiddy warm and soft
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Honestly? My main piece of advice for writing well-rounded characters is to make them a little bit lame. No real living person is 100% cool and suave 100% of the time. Everyone's a little awkward sometimes, or gets too excited about something goofy, or has a silly fear, or laughs about stupid things. Being a bit of a loser is an incurable part of the human condition. Utilize that in your writing.
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Hannibal s2e8 | s2e9 | s2e10
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its rude to reblog things from people you arent mutuals with fyi. :/
💀 my brother in christopher
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✨Having someone who is invested in your story and discusses it with you is like a solid half of the fun of writing. I'm not even kidding.✨
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bromelads · 10 hours
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do ur fucking click
[pt: do ur fucking click. end pt)
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I regularly have dreams I refer to as "Big Luca Dreams", wherein my dog Luca is very big. They are my favorite dreams.
This is how big Luca is in the Big Luca Dreams
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That is, when I'm not playing shows, antagonizing fascists, staging unpermitted political actions slash performance-art pieces, or having a laugh at the pub with the mandem. I'm not a role model. I was briefly a runway model. I hate the A.M. I hate the P.M. I hate labels. I'm not a hero because calling yourself a hero makes you a self-mythologizing, narcissistic autocrat.
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Alsjaknssjs did you reach into my mind cuz YES THEY ARE TOTALLY HOLDING HANDS IN EVERY OTHER INTERVIEW
I loooooveee this source of conflict especially if Ed is the savvier of the two re:wilderness first aid (idk he took a course) and Frenchie’s the one who has to go ID this berry on a single drawing when he’s never done it before AND IN HIS PANICKED AND HUNGRY STATE HE MISREMEMBERS THE POISON IVY/OAK RHYME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
cue a desperate, regretful, delirious almost-love confession from Ed cuz he thinks one of them is gonna die in the next hour to three days AND they can’t touch each other because Frenchie is covered in urishiol and Ed is definitely allergic.
Frenchie has to wash himself and his clothes AND THE BERRIES super thoroughly before going back to Ed at which point it’s getting dark and they’ve already been huddling close for warmth but now Ed would give anything to turn back time so Frenchie would be ok and he wraps his arms around him, linking their fingers tightly and that’s just how they sleep for the next two nights til they find out that Frenchie’s gonna be fine, Ed is getting better and, well, they both seem to wake up more rested when they let themselves be really close to each other so holding hands at bedtime and more physical contact just becomes another tool on their survival arsenal
Hmmm Ed and Frenchie trying to get rich by making a blair witch-style found footage horror and getting so desperately lost in the woods and surviving so poorly that they end up getting rich by constructing a groundbreaking documentary about how the weirdest most beautifulest creative geniuses you’ve ever seen with the most minimal survival skills and little to negative affinity for the outdoors successfully make their way back to civilization after three weeks with little else but a couple cameras, an unreasonably reliable solar-powered battery, and poorly-disguised mutual attraction a very touching bond with each other.
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