my own tricks (counting how long its been) have been used against me yet again, I can't believe they would do this- /lh

ven and icarus kissing would probably fix. something. probably wouldn't fix much but it'd probably fix something..

yeah you know what. if no one else is going to say it, I will. Icarus probably (definitely) has a thing for praise. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

....blorbo in a dress, I guess

okay if hatebirds is ash and marcels *duo* name - what uh. what's their ship name, chat? what we got here?

something something Icarus and Fable having very similar reactions to getting trapped places something something like father like son something something

if I made coworkers polycule headcanons what then. what would you do. what then

fuck you. *kills your blorbo and ascends them to godhood*

I've said it once I'll say it again; the quand (the quixis pond) is just where all quixis' bad design decisions go /hj

still waiting for ic to put their wing shards in a potion 🧍‍♂️

in the "kaleidoscope is real and they're definitely probably some flavor of together" universe, i think Malitae would call Quixis "little ghost" no I won't elaborate on that statement, but. they would.

the way fable holds an "I love you" over Icarus' head until they do something good and useful he'd absolutely hold any kind of physical affection over their head and in this essay I will-

Despite everything, It's still you.

Or, maybe it's not. Because brothers don't do that. They're supposed to care and understand, and oh how you do not. Oh how you're just angry and on the wrong side of this war, and you're only willing to hurt. (The brother he knows is not one that is convinced all they do is wrong.)

Or, maybe it is, at least supposedly. Maybe it is still you, in there somewhere, because you backtrack so easily. You backtrack so easily on your actions the second you realize they're hurting the only person still willing to extend you an olive branch. (The only person still willing to love you like you are - because not even your father is willing to do that.)

Or, maybe it never has been. Maybe the real you died the first time you did. Maybe you've never been the same since, trying to piece together a person from broken and breaking pieces, and only succeeding in putting them back together wrong.

Maybe there is no you anymore. Maybe there's only a husk of someone so desperately hoping to become whole again by fixing this. The you that should be isn't the you that is, and yet, maybe in some regard, that is the you that should be. That is still you.

Maybe you are still you. Maybe you're not. Maybe you never were. Maybe so so many things.

And yet, one thing in this is not a maybe. Because despite everything - you or not - he'll still call you his brother. So, maybe you are still you, the good caring nice you. Maybe that person is still in there somewhere. Because if they weren't, you wouldn’t've panicked - you wouldn't have cared enough to save him, but you did. And maybe, maybe thats indicative it's still you.

Despite everything, It's still you - and maybe he can say that more confidently than you'd like. But it's right. It is.

thinking about how Icarus would react to unconditional love. thinking about it very normally.

(Something something fables love is so very conditional something something they're not used to people loving them without a purpose or a reason something something)

"I wish you could see how Icarus has changed away from their father. How much more excited, inquisitive, exploratory they are." Is just. Such a sad line. because that's just how kids are - that's just flat out describing a *kid* - and yet. and yet it's so clear that before this they *weren't* like that. Fable, when they were around him, just sucked that out of them - sucked that excitement and want to explore and want to know *out of them.* Around Fable they just. Weren't a kid - and away from him they *were* and that's just. That just makes me sad, actually.

"The horrors persist but so do I." - Icarus Morningstar (probably)