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cyncerity · 1 year

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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.

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brick-a-doodle-do · 2 years

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not quite ready (i)

(ao3 link)

sup! wilbur chocolate au is here! fun fact: i wrote this while eating wilbur chocolate :DD (very good btw,,, some of my favorite chocolates even tho i don't rlly like chocolate)

okay just fyi this is a boring chapter—chapter two will definitely have a lot more angst. not to say this one doesn't, it definitely does.

alr, now have the fic >:))

tw !! ⚠️ mention of fatal vore/mouthplay, mention of vore, mention of suicide attempts, suicidal thoughts, mention/implication of dehumanization/mishandling of a humanoid, panic, swearing ⚠️ !!

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There came a time, where the hope Wilbur had simply died down. It shattered to the ground, letting light for the intrusive, negative thoughts. They pushed any positivity firmly in the crevice of his mind, and never allowed them to simply take a look out. And because of this, there was no acceptance. He never would accept this hellhole of a home.

Essentially, a merry-go-round of hell, where every single fucking time a human comes by, they simply give him a hell-ride and walk off, not bothering to even notice the protests that come from his mouth. He still attempts them, despite knowing damn-well the type of store he’s in; if there is a human that steps foot into this building, they are looking for his kind. They’re looking simply for a treat. Wilbur, although he used to deny this, has finally come to terms with his ultimate fate, between two rows of teeth, completely content with shattering the bones and life of an innocent, who’s only flaw is a size not taller than a finger. Somehow, some way, it makes his life have a lesser value. And perhaps Wilbur has seen the truth to that statement.

So, Wilbur continues to sit, counting seconds among minutes in his head despite knowing full-well they were nothing but inaccurate to what the time truly was. But, with little but a pinhole for his source of light, and he woefully admits his breathing, he’s become plenty used to error in his technique of containing his sanity. Some days were more successful than others, where he simply paced along the rocky path the chocolates created, simply thinking and rethinking over his life, wandering down every metaphorical path, as if it could change the outcome of his current life. But, there are others, where he sits against the pinhole, with his knees curled firmly to his chest, and where his hands wrap them. Where he buries his head in his lap and simply sobs. And other, more exhilarating days, where he finds the wrath in him has become tired of sitting still and accompanies his grim thoughts.

Wilbur Soot will not deny that he absolutely despises his very existence. He loathes his size, barely the size of a human finger – making it next to futile for him to defend himself, and he often feels he’d find more peace dead than he will just simply sitting, taking in the void. Wilbur has wished so hard for it to end, but no matter how many thoughts begged the universe for it, he never got results. And he’s attempted to rid of himself, but each attempt ends in failure, where he’s forced to spend another day in an agonizing, miserable hell that is, what looks to be, a simple bag of candy. He wants it to be like that. But, alas, it is not. And he is very much still alive and sulking in the middle of the bag, just gazing at the miniscule hole, like it holds secrets he yearns to be revealed.

The lights were on – the hole was glowing a certain color that told him the store was open. Wilbur did not have a proper way of knowing how much time had passed and when, but he does understand the basics of a store. Lights on means it’s open, lights off means it’s closed. Simple.

A shadow passes the hole, blocking the light just slightly. Wilbur’s interest perks at this, but not enough to spark any kind of hope. He knows better than to assume the best for himself. He shifts his position slightly, leaning against the back of the wall as he continues to watch the small sample of the world he’s been given. Tire nags at his eyes, but he doesn’t dare sleep. Perhaps it’s because some part of him really does wonder, really does hope, that he’ll be getting out.

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He’d first moved there not only to get away for a bit, but because he realized that his thoughts were starting to get to him. Constantly having intrusive and careful thoughts fighting in his mind, all while skimming the ground to ensure he wouldn’t be misstepping, was a task he did not enjoy. He holds no prejudice against the smaller beings, they are no less human than he, however it can get distressing to worry nearly every moment of the day where he’s doing a thing as simple as walking.

But, he finds that the streets of New York are unfortunately far more crowded than those in London. While trying to avoid hundreds of tourists coming at him eye-level, with the addition of tinies – it becomes overwhelming. Which is why one afternoon when he deemed himself frustrated and over-tired of worrying, he took temporary shelter in a store, located in a particularly odd part of town, yet still busy as normal.

It looked oddly isolated, like it was not meant to be seen by the public. He still managed to find it, though, so he wondered if it was that hidden. Bells chimed softly as he entered, almost startling the cashier in the back of the building. Tommy offered him a quick smile before he allowed himself to get lost in isles among isles, eyes scanning over the contents in the store. Ultimately, after he had circled the small store, he concluded bitterly that everything looked unfortunately unappetizing.

He returned to the middle of the store, grabbing mindlessly at a bag of Wilbur Chocolate. Hopefully he’ll feel up to eating it by the time he returns home. If he even makes it home without starting a crime scene.

Tommy ambled to the back corner, where the cashier sat at a stool, looking unusually alert of everything he did. Like he was noting it in the back of his mind. And he did not miss the small smirk under the man’s lips. Avoiding the odd look, he set the bag down on its side and patted himself for whatever money he had on him. “Ah, good choice,” The man said. Tommy nodded.

“Twenty dollars and twenty-six cents.”

Tommy’s eyes widened. “Twenty dollars? For that?”

Something in the cashier’s eyes shifted, and his smirk returned, this time far more curious. He raised his brow and said, “They aren’t exactly cheap, sir. I can’t go giving them out for free,”

“The…. chocolates?”

The man huffed in amusement, nodding. “Sure, the chocolates.”

Americans. “Here.” He handed the man the extra bills he’d fished from his pockets and grabbed the bag sourly. He bid a small goodbye out of habit and made his way back to the glass doors. “I hope you enjoy the chocolates, sir!”

Prime, why did he move here?

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Wilbur no longer has the wish to be free. Deep down inside of him, the feeling of freedom would be refreshing, but the actuality of the situation has finally sat in him. And he cannot be more afraid, more unwelcoming, about what is to come. Wilbur does not want to be handled by a human, to be tossed around like some fucking toy, when he simply is not that. He knows that his fate will be sealed when he finds his frail, emotional body being crushed under the weight of two rows of teeth as he feels the life being sucked out of him completely, just because of a simple height difference. A major one, however still one that makes him human.

Wilbur is nervous as he feels the bag swaying with every step the human takes. He heard their conversation. The human had been hesitant, but only when he initially heard the price – when the god-awful cashier just had to make a little comment, that’s when he was being purchased, fucking bought willingly. Without any damn hesitation. His nails dug into the candy below him, sure to leave deep dents in it. His breathing had gone haywire since his realization, and it hasn’t gone back to normal since. Beads of tears built up in the corner of his eyes and he couldn’t help but just allow himself to sob. One final time, he will sit in this bag and cry.

Minutes after minutes pass by, and his surroundings continue to sway. The only thing he can hear is the crowded chatter of passing humans, where their shadows continue to make his natural light flicker. Wilbur wishes to scream. But, before he can develop that sudden thought, the swaying stops. And there is a gentle, quiet gush of wind as he’s set down. The movement is followed with the closing of a door.

Wilbur shuffles, nearly tearing his hands from the chocolates. He cringes at the feeling under his nails, but he doesn’t stop his quick movements to the ‘window.’

Through the small hole, Wilbur can see the human who’d bought him not…..Wilbur does not know how long ago it was. Minutes blended into each other when he wasn’t in control of his thoughts.

He had blond hair, far different than his, while still holding a similar style. Or, at least, that’s what Wilbur remembers his hair to look like. Truth be told, it’s been an absurd number of months since he’s last seen what he looks like. For all he knows, there could be a drastic change in his appearance.

Shifting his attention back to the human, his heart sinks as he catches onto the youth the boy has. There was absolutely no fucking way he was over twenty, which, in his opinion, could either be extremely good, or extremely bad. On one hand, he could be innocent and inexperienced. Where in his eyes, he was just buying a bag of chocolates from a local store he’d stumbled upon. And, on another, more immoral hand, he could be starting sinister habits at a young age, where he’s only just starting his now-career of finding pleasure in ending the lives of an innocent. Starting, or maybe continuing, with Wilbur.

He exhaled heavily while he kept his eyes on the blond specifically, not bothering to check the surroundings of where he’s going to reside, and most likely die, in.

Wilbur let out a startled noise as he realized the human had lost interest in whatever he had been doing and reminded himself of the bag of candy. Shit. Wilbur didn’t have anywhere to go as the boy’s shadow filled the pinhole and left him in a deep darkness. He felt when the bag collided with the open air. He felt the panic rise back in him when the human began moving elsewhere. Wilbur wondered if the boy knew. There was a low chance he didn’t – after all, the store he was in specifically held illegal products containing the small species. It was a false hope to think he simply wandered in there one evening to buy just a bag of chocolate.

Wilbur was set down once more. One final time. Wilbur tried to enjoy his last final minutes of life, but he found it hard to when he was in the same place he’d been in for months.

He listened intently as the sound of the secure strip above the opening for the bag was ripped, and most likely set aside. Nerve fluttered through every crevice of his body. He wished to bury himself deep within the candy below, so he would not yet have to meet his sudden fate. But the thought died down as he realized he was far too late to make a last-ditch-effort of a plan, for the top of the bag was being effortlessly opened, and content, tired blue eyes that turned curious and frightened shined down onto him. A fresh wave of cool air washed over him, and he hates to admit that it felt refreshing. The void was wiped away instantly. Everything he ever complained about internally was buried away, completely vanishing. However, a new concern grew. The human’s eyes had gone wide, with lips parted as he stared, mouth agape. He didn’t utter words; he just returned the gaze. He glared, though. Brows furrowed in anger as he tightened his jaw. Tears still formed at the edge of his eyes, easily falling over the edge.

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A lot of things became apparent to him when he caught sight of the small brunet, blending in with similarly colored chocolates. In fact, everything became apparent. The odd conversation, that prime-awful smirk, the reason behind the store being tucked away.

“Shit,” he muttered, not daring to take his eyes away from the small guy. He saw how his small eyes became foggy with tears. Poor fucking thing was scared. And not only because of him, but because some assholes made a grand decision to add living, breathing humans to food items. Suddenly a lot of his complaints and whines seemed childish.

Tommy hadn't a clue over what was happening in a tinies life. When he watched them closely on the streets, they looked just as a human usually would, happy and giddy with each other despite a small hint of caution. He had never taken into consideration what else might be happening.

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(part two)

apologies for typos. the day i proofread before posting is the day i stop writing :')

#brickfic #mw #wilbur chocolate au #not quite ready #g/t #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #dream smp g/t #t!wilbur #g!tommy #tw vore mention #me: i'll spend time on my fics! i'm going to write them over the span of a week so i can make the best work possible!! :D #also me speedwriting this at one in the morning : woooo this is going to be my best fic ever!! :D

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reality-itself-but-magic · 2 months

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realized yall havent met Des yet

my character for evigheden :DDD

so her full name is Desdemona Brooks and they use she/they

kinda ehhh on how they look but she's really butch, short black hair and a lot of ear piercings.

They're a retired villain!!! shes got a toxic gf named mira who broke up with them via trying to kill her and take over their criminal empire

they acquired said criminal empire when she killed the man who kidnapped them for her powers

said powers are others powers dont work on them :D

morality wise ehhh she's killed but only out of neccessity. they think of herself as really a worse person than she actually is because of said txic gf

hmmm what else

OH YES so plotwise shes gonna be a mentor to Carlos!! and they will absolutely not be dying thank you very much but she might lose her dominant hand.. so no more fighting as well...

#evigheden #Desdemona Brooks #Vigilantism #tw toxic #des is my beloved #and her love language is gifts #and she loves pearls #did i mention they have ear piercings up to cartilage #e v i g h e d e n

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gay-jewish-bucky · 2 years

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Logging on each day to find out that gentiles are still arguing that MCU!Magneto doesn't "need" to be a Jewish Holocaust survivor

#G-d help me #all of the reasons i've seen are just #like you do fucking realize there are still holocaust survivors alive today right? like you do fucking realize that right???#jumblr #jewish #judaism #fandom antisemitism #marvel #tw antisemitism #antisemitism tw #jewish erasure #holocaust mention #shoah mention #tw shoah #mcu #personcole

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voiceshearingyouloud · 4 months

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Finals really do something to me, especially fall semester finals. I’m not actively suicidal but I’m feeling the strong desire to just never have existed at all. So no one would remember me, you know, just like. Blink off this plane and not have to deal with stress and chronic illness and pain and the three separate fucking times I’ve got PTSD.

#well. gonna sleep now #I haven’t been eating well and I think my body is going into hibernation now I went out for dinner for a diner burger #I can still feel my blood sugar recovering an hour later #but I’ve been sleeping 4am-1pm so g-d knows if I’ll fall asleep or not #tw suicide #suicidality mention #like. I’m fine I just hate this feeling of having some horrible thing going on emotionally but I can’t actually feel it cause I’m so #dissociated from stress #like I’ll cry for a second often but I can’t get myself to properly sob for five minutes and get it out of my system #it’s horrible.#but as soon as I get this one essay done I’ll be free to see my friends and my partner after christmas #so that’ll be lovely and healing #anne speaks

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ladyseidr · 4 months

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@mute-call ( asked for a starter! )

SOMETIMES FEAR WAS THE ANSWER. The children trapped within the suit, truly more ghost than animatronic. They could only do so much; Cassidy could only do so much. A call to the others, the thud of metal as one of the animatronics left the stage. But the entity slumped in the corner of the office could only watch ( FOR NOW ). Fading into the sight of the night guard, hollow eyes w a t c h i n g .

ANOTHER, ANOTHER, ANOTHER. They kept sending them, leaving them to fend off the haunted machines until dawn, until one night they slip up, or they leave. "GIVE UP. YOU CANNOT S-ST-STOP THIS." How long until there was no one left willing, until one of THEM had to take on the job of night guard? How many had to run, or bleed, or die? "THEY'RE GOING TO GET YOU." Somewhere among the distortion, the shifting voice with no clear source, a child's. Almost joking, mocking.

Like it's a game.

"EVERY MOMENT YOU'RE WATCHING ME, THEY'RE CLOSING IN." Another off stage, shuffling down the halls. Pinpricks of light appeared in the cavernous head of the suit. Flickering in and out, studying him. Head twitched, snapped, and fell to the other shoulder. "YOU'RE GOING TO DIE HERE."

#☽—— ⸢ rp ⸥#˖ ☼ 𝒸𝒽. » ( golden freddy )#☆ —— verse ↳ g o l d e n o p p o r t u n i t y.#mute-call #f n a f /#death mention tw #implied violence tw #((lemme know if i should change anything!!!))

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bisexuallilapitts · 2 years

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what is your prediction for each of the siblings storylines?

If I’m being honest, I really haven’t been doing that much thinking into this outside of fanfiction, purely because with s2 I did make my own predictions and was let down, but I’ll give it a go

Luther, I think has been thoroughly disillusioned by Reginald by this point, but I think because of that he’ll try be the one to bridge the gap with the Sparrows because of that. Luther knows first hand what it’s like to believe in Reginald so blindly, and with that I do want to see Luther come to terms with the isolation he was forced into by Reginald, and that need for a father figure in his life

Outside of that, for Luther, I’d want to see Luther bond more with Klaus and Viktor (which is looking hopeful for s3), and for them to finally stop trying to make Allison and Luther a thing, please god, just let them be friends.

Diego, now for Diego I think being back in 2019 again is going to be a lot harder on him than realised. There’s a chance Eudora is still alive (likely a massive chance), and Grace is also here, and that’s keeping in mind that Diego was in the 60s for a few months and those losses are still relatively recent, but now he has to face them as a stranger, maybe even an enemy in Grace’s case, and I can see that taking a toll on him over the course of the season. And that’s without adding Sparrow Ben into the equation.

And of course, Lila’s back too, and maybe given she knows a little something about the person you care for not being who you thought they were they can talk over that, and maybe help each other too

Allison, oh Allison, we’re really in it now. Allison has the biggest reason to go back to their timeline, and still has the most to lose. She left the 60s to see her daughter again, and has now had that ripped from her all over again, and I think that’s going to lead to desperation

Allison will do whatever it takes to get back to Claire, and so I think in a neat little parallel to the comics she ends up joining Five to infiltrate the Commission for a way back to their own timeline and maybe even ends up dragged into doing a Commission Job in exchange for information on how to get back

Paired with the fact, I want to see Allison use her powers more, I think a scene where Allison tries to rumour them all back, but fails (maybe because of wording, maybe because it’s outside the realm of possibility for her powers) would be absoultely devastating and I’d need ten to fifteen business days to even start recovering

To tinish on Allison, I want to see her and Five paired up, both in desperation to help their family, both wanting to get back to 2019 and both prepared to do whatever it takes in order to do so

Klaus, if @i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky and I are right - death lmao, but on a more serious note I do believe Klaus is going to discover his immortality, and maybe more of his powers this season, likely accidentally, but Klaus is struggling, he’s in a bad place after s2, and there really is no way someone who is already self-destructive isn’t going to push to see how far they can go when they’re at their absolute lowest so far.

(There’s absolutely no way I can see Klaus dancing in the middle of road, and then having tyre marks on the same jacket as something that isn’t slightly testing his immortality basically)

I do think that self-destruction is going to lead Klaus maybe to Reginald, and I do think that Klaus will be dealing more with the fear caused by his powers because of that (and maybe because of Christopher too) but I don’t see Reginald even inadvertly helping Klaus with his powers rather he’d be a detriment if anything

And that leads to my final (I promise) paragraph abouit Klaus, of all the siblings, I do think he’d be most tempted to seek out his timeline’s self to see how a Klaus not raised by Reginald has faired and how he would deal with his power (hence Five travelling to Pennsylvania, no I won’t shut up about this)

Five, boy oh boy, this man is going to snap and we’re all going to be witnesses to Five finally coming undone from stress. I feel like outwardly Five is going to be like, “Yeah, fuck it, world’s ending again, and it’s our fault again and I’m tired, and dear god when willl this end, I can’t do this anymore, please figure this one out yourselves” and then does the absolute most to ensure they get back to 2019 whilst having the weirdest time (tm)

And by doing the absolute most. I mean the absolute most. This man would join the Sparrow Academy, work with the Commission again, even help Reginald if it meant getting his siblings back to safety again. And I can see him doing it. So I kinda want to see Five come to terms that he can everything possible by himself, but unless his siblings meet him halfway, he can’t always win

Viktor. If s3 is not Viktor absolultely wrecking shit up for the Sparrows at every possible moment then I do not want it. Jokes aside, Viktor’s storyline is absolutely in the perfect place for him to realise who he is, and to finally be the person he was meant to be. He can finally reflect on his life, without his emotions being repressed or having it bombarded into his mind in seconds.

I also think that Harlan is somehow going to factor in to S3 in some way, and that Viktor will find out that Harlan did still have powers when they left the 60s, and what happened to him because he still had those powers (I have many, many thoughts about the figure Harlan plays with being a sparrow and the name Sparrow Academy) and the consequences of that

#The Umbrella Academy #Umbrella Academy #TUA #TUA S3 #just in case #ray talks #me: i havent really thought about it yknow-#also me: would you like 3/4 paragraphs on klaus and allison #dear g o d this isnt even mentioning the hotel #tw: self destruction

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