#Proud to admit we have no fucking clue what weight/height looks like really. We just draw the damn bodies

[girldraki]

its not on the article but TFV was quoted saying "Francis was fat. He was fat how whole life. He was born fat, he was a fat kid. He was brought into the foundation fat."

(1) i think this is probably a slight overcorrection from (and much better than?) the uhh interesting bits in the rituals draft where they said something about how he Started To Appear Fatter Without Gaining Weight implied to be some kind of attempt at anomalous self-disfiguration to appear unattractive (i think. it's been a minute)

(2) fatness is kind of subjective on the lower end honestly 🤷‍♀️ we were caught up on the "obese" namedrop because it, while being fake, is rather materially not subjective but, like, the precise extent to which he appeared fat is somewhat less important than it being a thing generally

(3) if nothing else, clef being fat is a canon element established elsewhere in not a particularly nice way and this clearly seems to have been an attempt to reckon with it in a sympathetic way... the thought counts (?)

that being said it is objectively funny, to continue using a fake concept, that hes at the absolute minimum bmi to be considered even "overweight". this miiight be supposed to be diegetic about him not eating during the marathon running session/due to the abuse but i cba to check + wayback is down last i heard; choosing to call it 50/50 between "diegetic malnourishment" and "tfv has no idea how weight works" (MANY such cases!)

[crewsmp]

idiot (endearing) chapter 2

grudges

“Dude! C’mon! You might as well, right?”

“Ew! Absolutely fucking not ! I hate that guy.”

“ Pffft , listen to yourself. You don't really believe that, do you?”

Dream stood his ground, trying to defend himself against an equally headstrong Sapnap eager to convince him to add George to the Dream SMP.

“Well, 6 years ago, I very kindly asked him to help me code something and the asshole blanked me! What else am I supposed to do but hate him?”

“If you hated him so much you wouldn’t have remembered when you met him so easily.”

The quick rebuttal halted Dream in his tracks, no smart response coming to mind quick enough to win the argument. He sighed deeply, shoulders slumping back into his squeaky chair, the confidence from his voice faltering as he admitted his loss; “He’s my arch nemesis, Sapnap. I know p-” The other boy quickly used Dream’s phrase against him; “Oh come on now. Dream. There’s way worse people you could have as your nemesis than fucking George .”

Dream knew his friend was right, it’s just George. George who let younger Dream down when he got an exciting idea for a Minecraft plug-in. George who he later shared a title with on a different server. George who knew exactly what to say to rile him up during PvP games. George who he’d been subscribed to from the moment he started creating content encouraged by Badboyhalo. George with the gentle chuckle but loud laugh. George who always tilted and tipped his head at just the right angle each time. Dream caught his wild wandering thoughts; he shook his head and furrowed his brows, rapidly blinking as if to wipe the daydream from his vision. Sapnap sat idly by in the now-silent voice call, only the light tapping of his keyboard and mouse faintly feeding through the line.

“I just texted Bad. Let’s do a manhunt video soon. We can invite George.” the typing came to an abrupt stop as he spoke up. Dream could feel his throat closing up at the idea of having George enter his world just like that, despite having rejected it all those years ago.

Dream was about to give in, but quickly remembered all the times George embarrassed him in random calls and stupid witty tweets. “What?! No, dude, what the fuck! Fuck off and create your own server if you want him to play with him so bad.” He crossed his arms and held a pout on his face thinking he’d finally gotten through to his friend. But alas, Sapnap was still Sapnap after all; “Oh Dream! I want to play with George? Oof I’d hope he takes me to dinner first! Who do you think I am?” Steam could almost blow the headphones off his head with how bothered Dream had gotten by Sapnap’s mocking, and he decided to end the call right then and there. His chair squeaked again when he leaned his weight on its back, his head tossing back against the headrest, it only supporting its lower half due to his height. The hand he brought up to his jaw felt clammy at the thought of including George in something so special to him, and as he rubbed the scruff of slight stubble climbing up his cheek, he squeezed his eyes shut. Dream knew how much the fans wanted this, and knew how profitable it would be for him, but he didn’t think he could set his values aside just for some cash grab. Having to do business with his enemy was not worth ruining the community he’d built. Business; that’s all he saw interacting with George as.

The irritated man stood up, his figure remaining slumped as his thoughts went at a mile a minute. Making his way from his room to his living room, he weighed the advantages and disadvantages. Dream had no clue what to do about this seemingly outlandish proposal Sapnap made him. He knew deep down that if he really hated George, he wouldn’t be mulling over his decision -- it would be an immediate no -- but he shoved that common sense deep into a locked drawer in his mind. In fact, he did everything in his power not to let another thought enter, rather entertaining it to the point where his brain was so loud nothing could break the soundbarrier. A random tv show played on his wide television, the Alexa in his kitchen was playing one of Sapnap’s intense Spotify playlists at a high enough volume it could be heard throughout the entire not-so-small house, all the while watching TikToks on his phone with his long limbs splayed across his cloudy cream couch. The walls of both his brain and house were buzzing with overstimulation, but in just the right way as not to overwhelm him. Dream felt at peace with how busy his surroundings felt; closing his eyes trying to find focus as if playing a game with his own head. He managed to recognise the actor’s voice on his tv, registering him accompanied with a vague face of a Michael Cera type. Next, he noticed the music playing was a Jack Harlow song and he hummed its rhythm. Lastly, he tried tuning into the TikTok video that had been left repeating on the phone layed on his chest. He recognised a high pitched laugh following his own voice, and then the one voice that always managed to ignite a spark in the bottom of his stomach. George.

“I think George can probably clear me.” he heard himself say upon the tenth replay of the clip.

“No.” George replied smuggly, a smirk evident in his tone of voice.

Dream remembered the exact moment of the TikTok he couldn’t seem to want to pause. It was a recent Among Us game he’d been playing, and of course, George was there. Dream wouldn’t dare admit it to anyone, but he had had George’s stream open on another monitor, watching each of his expressions and movements as he played. George had forgotten to connect his microphone, so Dream simply texted him a reminder to turn it on. He was proud of the upper-hand streamhopping had been giving him, and he couldn’t deny that George is the only person to whom he did this. As much power as it gave him knowing whether or not the other boy was impostor or crewmate, he knew that wasn’t the only reason he did this. He did it so he could let his eyes linger on how George’s face focused and tensed as he played, and the raised eyebrows he shot his chat through his webcam after he’d lied about not venting. Dream felt the busy sounds fade the more he remembered how George’s pupils dilated ever so slightly each time one of them took a jab to the other, the exact thing happening in the TikTok. George’s one word reply hit Dream right between his ribcage, evoking anger and frustration at his inability to take anything seriously. Dream hated how George could make him break focus during tactical games like Among Us, especially since his attention would always end up wandering to the screen on his left, studying how George smiled and licked his lips every time Dream stumbled. God, how he hated him.

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“No. He’s a fucking prick.”

“It’s so much fun though! We can finally do George lore!”

George let his head lop to the side as he rolled his eyes so far back it hurt his head.

“C’mon, Georgie! For me? For me, please, for me, Gogy! Pleeeeease.” Quackity had his shoulders hunched up and his fingers tapping together in front of his face as he begged George to join him on the Dream SMP in a high pitched voice.

“You’re so annoying. I can’t believe that idiot let you onto the server at all.” George retaliates. Ignoring him, Quackity paused his relentless pleas to check his Twitch chat, him having been doing a chill stream with George as an unexpected guest. “Look, look! Chat wants it! You can’t let all of them down like that, can you now George?” He laughed menacingly as George threw his hands in the air and widened his eyes. “You can’t guilt me like that, Quackity! Besides, isn’t it-” he stopped himself mid-sentence to make a fake-gagging sound into his microphone, Quackity giggling as he did so, “ Dream who has to personally invite me?” The other boy’s laugh built into a cackle before calming down the bit he was doing with George.

As he continued talking about something George wasn’t paying much mind to, the brit let his mind wander. Would it be that bad for him to join this stupid server? Most of his friends are on it. The only reason he isn’t is his known hatred for its owner, and why would that suddenly stop now? It wouldn’t be caused by Dream’s superiority complex when he learnt how to code after George ignored his request for help on a plug-in. Or how he somehow stayed friends with everyone George was also friends with. The way Dream’s full chuckle always flooded through his ears so softly before spreading down his throat into the centre of his chest after succeeding in making George stumble over an insult definitely wouldn’t. Neither would the dropping octaves in his voice when he hits particular curses in George’s direction.

“WAKE UP, ASSHOLE!”

Quackity’s crackling scream broke George’s trance, not realising he’d closed his eyes trying to imagine what the person he hated most looked like (a common occurrence). He threw the headphones of his head in fright of the sudden deafening noise. Not lingering on George’s accidental daydreaming, they swiftly moved on to doing fun quizzes together online. They started off harmless; ‘What The Office character are you?’ and ‘What superhero are you most like?’ Until Bad, who at this point had entered their call to join the fun, sent him a different one to try out with him and George. “Oooh Bad! Bad! Really? With the special guest we’ve got today?” George’s brows pointed down in confusion.

“Which Dream SMP member would be your soulmate?” Quackity dictated the quiz’s name and cackled so loud he started wheezing. His face instantly dropped and his left hand quickly fell from his hair to his mouse as George prepared to leave the call. Hovering over the disconnect button, he weighed out his options; he could just leave and avoid the potential cringey content that would haunt him forever… or he could play into it and pander so he had something to bully Dream about. If he really didn't want to see how this dumb game ended, George would have left Quackity and Bad standing alone a few minutes prior. But, feeling daring, he took his chances.

“Fine,” he sighed heavily into the mic, “but if I get Dream we’re gonna have some problems.”