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[Got the stuff to make my brain work better, so I'll finally, after all the promises to do so, be working on my return.]

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A note on canon/lore

I figure that since I’m working on getting my activity up and going again here that I should address the whole TVFilthyFrank2 situation.

Basically, I won’t be following what he does. He, like me, is a fan creating his own Filthy Frank stories. I’d rather write my own Frank material using what Joji left us. I say good for him for what he’s doing, this new guy, but that’s his thing, and this blog and my portrayal of Franku are just that: mine. I wouldn't try to copy the lore another Filthy Frank roleplayer on here created, and I don't want to do that with TVFilthyFrank2 either.

Love, Felix

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Updated discord info:

As an FYI, It's a general account I use for all rp characters and for myself OOC.

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"Don't mind me, I'm just gonna have a seizure in the corner there." Gray told Frank.

“Habe a seizure?” Frank momentarily invoked the spirit of Pink Guy before shaking back to himself. “You okay there, buddy? Low on chromosomes?”

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Chatterer sharpens his sickle; raising it in front of Franku in attempts to taunt him.

Eyes bugged as he eyed the strange being before him. What even was this creature? Another rankenfile? Or something more. “Uh…hey…nice uh, nice sickle you’ve got there, man.” He took a few steps back, starting to sweat from anxiety.

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"HOLY SHIT. Are you Papa Franku? I've heard stories, man!" Why is this random girl talking to him? He should be worried.

The girl's enthusiasm was admittedly a bit alarming, though that there was some fame attached to him did stoke his ego a bit. "Why yes. Who're you?"

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Weeaboo weapon or not, the scythe WAS pretty big and pretty sharp, and so Frank decided it was in his best interest to do as Gray demanded and made himself known.

"Hey, that's uh, quite a weeb weapon you've got there, man. How 'bout you put that thing down?"

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“Frank, I see ya’ creepin’ behind the corner there! Get out here and face me, ya’ fuck-o!” Gray towards Frank’s general direction.

“Get out here before I use this Weeaboo scythe that I found laying around in some alley!” Gray threatened, had pulled out a scythe from behind his back.

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I dont even know why I bother liking posts anymore so I can go back and look at them as if I’m gonna be able to find anything in my fucking 22k collection

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Reblog if you ACTUALLY READ TAGS

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(Sure! Here's me.)

Reblog if you are willing to plot/RP via Discord/Skype, etc!

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my muse is having trouble falling asleep. what does your muse do to help them? include details!

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(I'm not dead! I've just been very, very stressed out in real life, and that often makes it difficult to concentrate on writing, especially when it comes to a canon character like Frank. I'm looking to get back to it soon.)

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if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

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Reblog if it's okay to tag you in random starters.

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Reblog this if your muse has pretty eyes.

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The anonymous threw his lettuce on the ground, the vegetable exploded for some reason. "Excuse me? I don't think you heard me...I do cross fit and I can do this." Gray then began to do a trick with his hand that looked like he was pulling his thumb off.

Exploding lettuce; it was unexpected. Startling some at the flying shredded green going everywhere, he observed the thumb trick. “That’s pretty impressive, man. Can you do this though?” Producing a pack of eggs out of nowhere, he took out three and began to juggle them.

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