#but yay!! little animatic thingy!!!

[cyncerity]

ok I was gonna post this tomorrow but i’m impatient and i think y’all will like this hskssjsh

anyway, bit of a character study cause i heard this sound on tik tok and it just fit them too well

also as a bonus, take me rambling about what this video implies/is about under the cut (beware for talk of v*re):

Ok so George and Dream have a…complicated relationship. I’ve mentioned before that George has a lot of sensory and processing issues, so he enjoys being in Dream’s stomach, and Dream just likes eating borrowers, but now has to do so very discreetly so Schlatt and Sapnap and the fiancés don’t get mad at him. Also, in case you forgot, Dream kidnapped Tommy a few weeks before he and George met and kept him trapped in his stomach for like a week before he eventually learned that he had a nephew who was a borrower, and Sapnap was actually so angry that Dream was afraid he’d lose his best friend, so he let Tommy go.

George is aware of this. He borrowed around the apartments enough to know that gist of it. And though Dream hasn’t trapped him, and knows that if he did George would never come back, he can’t just forget the incident. After all, he saw the little mind games he played with Tommy. He saw him treat the younger borrower like a pet. He saw him completely neglect Tommy’s needs and fear for nothing but his own gain. And he thinks that the only reason Dream hasn’t been treating him the same is because Dream needs him. George is the only borrower that wont tell other what Dream does. He keeps it from all of the borrowers in his colony and doesn’t try to tell Dreams family and friends. They’re all oblivious to his existence, because Dream wants them to think he has completely stopped swallowing borrowers. But Dream obviously doesn’t see him as a person. He’s an asset, a tool to help him trick his family while getting what he wants, but he isn’t a friend, and George has to constantly kick himself for thinking that. But, he remains neutral to Dream, since he’s equally reliant. Dream is the only way George can sleep peacefully, can feel peace at all. So, he participated in whatever mind game Dream is playing and converses with him, pretending that he could actually maybe be his friend someday.

It’s not that Dream doesn’t understand that borrowers are people; he just didn’t care for a long while. He got a kick out of trapping them and making them fear him, it gave him a sense of power. He could never get that with humans, he’d always been pushed around back when he was in the foster system, everyone had looked down on him, he’d always been scared. Until Puffy became his guardian and his big sister. Yet he still felt the need to chase that power that he lacked for so long. And borrowers gave him that. Tommy did. George…didn’t. George made it clear from the very beginning that he didn’t give two shits about Dreams tough guy act. He was never scared, never flinched, never cried. Dream just swallowed him and he almost immediately fell asleep. Any attempt to goad movement out of him while in his belly would result in a massive stomach ache for the rest of the day, and any sort of mouthplay would result in his lip piercing almost being ripped out. So initially, George wasn’t exactly what Dream had wanted, but what other choice did he have? Who else wouldn’t snitch? No one. So he’d just put up with George.

Until after a while, he found he didn’t mind that George wasn’t terrified of him. He actually…liked when it was maybe a bit easier to get him down, when he didn’t struggle out of survival instinct. Liked the conversations they had, the jokes they made, George’s deadpan humor. The highlight of his day was when they’d talk. George became less of a crutch for his borrower addiction or whatever you’d call it and more his friend. The urge to swallow him to feel power morphed into something he felt a surge of protection while doing. George made him realize how wrong he was to treat so many borrowers so poorly. Made him realize how much of an asshole he’d been. Soon after this, he started to realize he felt a bit more connected to George than he thought. Any time Dream would swallow him and feel and hear him purr, his face would heat up, George would fall asleep within him and he’d be so taken aback by his trust and he’s end up just staring off into space with his hands over his stomach. He couldn’t imagine losing him. He wanted George to be happy and protected and he wanted him to be his and not in the way most people think borrowers should be owned. He didn’t know how, didn’t even know it was possible, but he’d fallen in love with George.

Dream thinks they are close friends, and George can’t really sort out his feelings towards Dream. He doesn’t trust that the way he acts is anything more than a persona and, as much as he begrudgingly loves to talk to Dream and be with him, he thinks that if he ever gets to invested and actually shows that he does care about Dream, the human will drop the act and he’ll be heart broken. Dream is unaware of all of this, because he doesn’t know that George knows what he’s done, or his history of dehumanizing borrowers. And like hell is he gonna tell him.

So this video is kind of a culmination of that: Dream genuinely likes George, but has no idea how to go about that because George is giving him so signals and George just snaps. He can’t keep doing this. He can’t keep letting Dream pretend he cares, can’t bring himself to accept that it isn’t an act at all. It’s genuine affection. Dream had no idea that George couldn’t tell, and is confused as to why all of a sudden, when he thought things were going so well, George doesn’t believe that they’re friends. Dream is upset because he wants George to know that he sees him as a person, a friend, that he loves him, but how can George see that? After all Dream has done, does he deserve for George to see him as a friend?

George is upset that he had to say any of that at all. That Dream couldn’t drop the act. That he’s been fake with him for so, so long. He’d been holding onto the hole that the longer he waits, the more the act will drop and he’ll act more like the human that kidnapped Tommy. But he’s only gotten worse with his teasing remarks and attempts at flirting. He doesn’t know if when Dream calls him “cute,” it’s meant to be in a dehumanizing way or a genuine way. He’s mad because he thinks Dream couldn’t want anything more than their arrangement: getting to eat George. He’s upset because he so desperately wants to believe that Dream enjoys him for more than being just a weight in his stomach, but he can’t.

[the-oc-lass]

I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS EARLIER, BEcAUSE I DON’T UNDERSTAND THE POWER OF “ENTER”

Randomly had an idea for a oneshot involving Anastasia, so here’s just a little thingy. Dunno if it’ll be a fic. I’ve been watching too many Satisfied animatics tbh. YAY HAMILTON (anyone remember “yay Hamlet”? Because I do) 

SO without further ado, an exclusively tumblr (for now, at least) tidbit of writing from yours truly! 

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POV: Anastasia (Hamilton OC, MC of Second Chances)  Modern Hamliza wedding 

How do I fix this? I can’t stand to see that look on his face. Amongst all the smiles and the laughter, there’s John. A fake smile. A fake laugh. So much pain in his eyes. Dammit, Alexander! I weave my way through guests and other members of the wedding congregation, toward him. My best friend. 

“John.” He looks up at the sound of my voice, immediately turning away. I grab his arm, but his gaze remains averted. 

“I’m fine,” he mutters, fake smile still in place. I reach up, placing a hand against his cheek and turn his head to face me. He’s gotten better at masking his emotions to others, but he’s never been able to get them past me. My dear, sweet John. 

“Tu ne vas pas bien. Vous souffrez tellement. Vous essayez de le cacher, mais je peux le voir (You are not fine. You're in so much pain. You try to hide it, but I can see it),” I say. He closes his eyes and leans into my touch, sighing and momentarily letting his fake smile drop away. 

“I’ll be fine,” he says instead. I scowl. 

“John-” The music starts up, and he pulls away from me to shuffle to the front of the congregation, linking arms with Angelica. I huff and move into my own place, linking arms with Aaron. 

“Everything alright?” he asks under his breath. I shake my head, glancing back as my shoulder is tapped. Hercules gestures down, and I look down at my sister, Nicolette, the flower girl. 

“Est-ce que John va bien (Is John okay)?” she asks. I smile softly at her. 

“I’ll tell you later, oui?” She nods, and I turn back around, keeping my soft smile as I walk down the aisle. John puts a hand briefly on Alex’s shoulder as he passes, and I feel my heart break. I don’t know if I can do this. I part ways with Aaron, taking a few steps over to stand beside Peggy. Alex glances at me, a lopsided smile on his face, and I look away from him. Nicolette grins gleefully as she tosses flower petals along the aisle, holding onto Hercules’ arm as she does. They reach the end of the aisle, and Nicolette breaks away to go and sit with my mother and the Washington’s. The music shifts, and the guests rise, turning to watch Eliza make her way down the aisle. She looks beautiful, like royalty, and so, so happy. I know why John doesn’t want to speak. He doesn’t want to take that happiness away from her. She reaches the end of the aisle, smiling at her parents, and joins Alex at the alter. I momentarily meet John’s eye, and he appears close to tears. There’s a gentle tap on my arm, and I turn my head to look at Peggy. 

“What’s wrong?” she whispers, leaning a little closer to me. I frown. 

“This wedding has just a few too many heartbroken people,” I whisper back. She pauses, before I watch her lift her head slightly, looking toward John. She glances at me again and I nod. There’s a small frown on her face, and she leans into me slightly. I notice her fingers intertwining with mine, and I squeeze her hand. We both want him to be happy. 

“If anyone has a reason why these two should not be together, speak now, or forever hold your peace,” the priest says. John’s head bows slightly, and he lifts his hand to wipe away a tear. My restraint shatters. 

“I object!” I cry, taking a step forward. Gasps arise from the room, and Peggy tugs my hand just slightly. I look over my shoulder at her, and as our eyes meet, she understands and lets me go. I take several steps forward, stopping before the alter. 

“I’m sorry, Eliza,” I mutter my apology. She gives me a look of concern, and I take a deep breath. 

“I cannot allow this wedding to continue without something being said,” I say, loud enough for the room to hear. My right arm is grabbed, and I look over again. 

“Ana, please stop,” John begs quietly. I turn and lift my hands, cupping his face in my hands. 

“John, you know how much it hurts me to see you in pain. I can’t let it continue. You can call me selfish, or cruel, or even hate me once my piece has been said, but it must be known...If you aren’t happy, then I won’t let anyone else in this godforsaken world be happy either,” I say, smiling gently at him. I watch tears spring to his eyes, and he closes them. I stroke his cheeks with my thumbs, wiping away the tears that have been freed. 

“I don’t understand...What’s she talking about, John? Why are you unhappy?” Alex draws closer, putting his hand on John’s shoulder. I look over at him, a harsh glare on my face, but it melts when I see the look of genuine, deep rooted concern on Alex’s face. 

“You,” I say, pushing his hand off John’s shoulder, “are why he’s unhappy.” Alex blinks, and then I watch his expression morph into one that is upset and hurt. 

“What do you mean? What did I do?” he asks. I take a step toward him, but John holds me back. 

“You didn’t do anything,” he says, refusing to look at our friend. Alex’s concern returns, and he reaches up. 

“Then why are you upset because of me?” he asks, unbearably soft as he puts his hand on John’s shoulder, stroking his thumb against John’s neck. How can he be so blind? I take John’s hand, silently apologizing to him. 

“He’s in love with you.”