#i care So Much

[anxeious]

sometimes i wish i didn’t care,, but then i wouldn’t be me

[personthattoleratesme]

Phil still remembering that he won Dan that plushie in Blackpool… whatever idc

[i-restuff]

Posters!!!

[thekidsfromyestergay]

They literally wear little glasses do any of you even care

[mind-lost-in-the-stars]

one of my favorite things about the NPMD and TGWDLM digital ticket is the fact that we can not only see the whole stage, but also the fact that we get to hear the raw audio of what the songs sounded like.

it’s more obvious in the NPMD pro shot than it is in TGWDLM, but they splice in the official cast recording with the raw audio (the most obvious part to me is in go go nighthawks during the second verse when Curt’s portion uses the official cast recording and then Corey’s section uses raw audio), and it sounds rlly good and isn’t obvious for the most part unless you’ve religiously listened to the cast recording *cough cough*, but there’s just something so fun about hearing a slightly different version of the songs. and also we get to see extended cuts of things like the ally way scene from TGWDLM. we also get to see and hear them mess up in the digital tickets which is also rlly fun lol

idk what this post is about (it’s a promo for the digital tickets lol) I just like hearing people sing, and hearing them live on stage is just kinda magical and amazing to me, but also I love the pro shots so much. starkid rlly never misses or disappoints

[nutsackx]

two month redraw… killed Dallas cus who needs him

[pseudophan]

why is this bizarrely intense. like ... watching them fix this video game relationship and criticise the characters communication. "they're very dan and phil coded aren't they" ok! what the fuck do u want us to say to that. how are we supposed to react to this.

im crying theyre so annoying like yeah sure whatever. call the married but divorcing but getting back together couple Dan And Phil Coded see if i care

[whosthere54]

It hurts me that there were so many reminders outside (and inside honestly) of the house Icarus was staying in with Fable.

Mostly reminders of their failures, their failure to Create, their failure to save their best friend, their failure with Rae (keeping the table they’d had Vanda on), when the flowers change to wilted tulips, each change inside the house a reminder that they failed. That even when they got to an agreement with Quixis, had some semblance of control, it was ripped out of their grasp the second they tried to use it for something *good*.

Because they weren’t good. They never *had* been good, they never could be good. They understand that now.

So they make sure if they can’t be good they can at least be alone. (Even if they desperately didn’t want to be) Cause less pain than they intend to if they stay there. They move the birds out so it stays that way. (If they hurt them they wouldn’t forgive themself).

I wonder how many day Icarus sat in that empty house, how many days they just watched things change into reminders of the last things they would ever want to think about, to remember. They didn’t want to *think* about anything anymore.

They caged themself in, each reminder telling them to just stay in there. Each block of *red* telling them to stay in that cage that Fable enabled them to create. If they couldn’t do anything right, why try? If they can’t help by hurting and hurting and *hurting* then what’s the point of hurting anymore?

If they are needed Fable would come get them.

But he doesn’t need them anymore. They Failed. Again.

Once a failure always a failure, right?

Maybe their own words may be better.

Once a villain, always a villain.

That’s more like them, isn’t it?

[cycloneofthewild]

Being the goddess of the mind means all your emotions are amplified. The care and patience for her when she runs to you. The anger towards your brother for hurting her. The despair you feel for not being able to love her son because they're his too.

Even though your a goddess you feel hopeless sometimes. You can tell shes still afraid. You often hear your love waking up in the middle of the night from nightmares. You can hear the child your trying so hard to learn how to love crying from the memories of him. You can tell shes hiding something but thats okay, she will tell you eventually right?

As you wait you think over your thoughts. A lot of them have anger attached, anger toward your brother, anger for how he struck down your twin, anger for your love, anger for the child who bears his face but is terrified of him. But theres also love, the love and adoration for her, the love for her son, the child you have learned to adore.

You finally learned what she was hiding, she told you. You're becoming a mother. The very thought is both exhilarating and terrifying to you. If your brother finds out both she and the baby are in danger. It won't be safe for her with you.

Its a hard decision isnt it? Choosing between keeping her close and sending her away. It will have to be her own choice. The thought of her returning to his realm scares you. You fear for her safety and the childrens. He is ruthless and will do anything to achieve his goal.

You asked her. She told you her plan. Soul has promised to keep her and the children safe. She promised to write. And you still have a few weeks. Right? You asked her. She told you that theres maybe a week left until she must leave to be able to get to Souls aid safely.

She left last night. She and the child. The castle feels empty without them here. You know your keeping them both safe. One day you'll be able to see them again. One day you'll be able to meet your child.

A few months have passed. Shes sent you weekly messages. The most recent one wasn't from her. It was from Soul. An additional item was included. A small picture of them all, your love holding your baby son with his older brother peeking over the side of the bed.

Their hair has grown out to its natural brown again. You know how much they hate it. You remember them telling you how it makes them look more like him. You remember the genuine smile when you helped them dye their hair black like yours. You remember the smile across both you and your loves faces the first time they called you mom.

You wrote back as you always do. You thanked Soul for the photo. For the bit of your home. You hold the photo close. You framed it with the pressed orchid she sent in one of the letters. It sits on your bedstand.

She wrote to you again. Shes back in his realm. He attacked Soul. You want so desperately to tell her to come back. To bring both her and your children back to you. But that would put all of them in even more danger. Including your little boy. He just turned 6. She includes little messages from him now. Sometimes you get messages from his brother.

They sent you a letter. He found them. Your little boy saw it. He saw her get taken. By him. Your oldest wrote. They wrote about how scared they are. They're only what 12? 13? They have no clue how to raise their little brother. They beg to come back to you. To take everything and run back to you. But they cant. Because he still doesn't know that your boy is yours.

It pains you as you write back telling them to stay in his realm. You include a list of what you did to help raise them. As much as you want to bring them to you and hide them away from him it would never last. He would find them eventually.

The letters stopped coming. You want to go find them. But theres only one explanation. He found them. You hate the thought but its the only explanation.

You saw them again. Its been so many years since you saw them last. Their eyes are split yellow and purple. The purple one bleeds. You want to pull them close and ask what happened. But they are with a group. Theres a black haired man with them. One who bears her face. Her smile, her fear. Their brother, your son.

They chose to stay to 'save' Netherums child. You wait until their companions fall asleep to enter. They give you a sad smile. You give them an offer. More of a connection to you. You make them promise not to forget their brother. Not to hurt him. They accept. You ask for their name and for his. Shebert they tell you, Sherbert and Rae.

You got to speak to Rae. He didn't recognize you. Hes never met you after all. Not to mention his memory was tampered with. He won't remember you, you knew he wouldn't. You try to be as kind as possible. You remove one of the eyes from the frame. You end the communication.

You cry for the first time in years that night. Your children are reunited but without you.

[mentations]

I understand the language you don't need to speak.

I will take it away.

You will face the daylight braver, more present, more awakened, more revived. Whatever you worry or fear, I'll silently be a shield, an unnoticed guard, a faithful protector.

The strength of both arms to hold us together...

From Instagram.

[foggymvp]

I've decided that daas would be my bestie

Watch as i make a oc for this universe now

[rima-niki]

more spoilers for Quixis tell all cause to many thoughts and feelings

The fact that Midas was there for millennia is, they really screwed up. And poor them having to keep it for that long cause time moves differently in the WorldPort versus the actual dimensions.

Them waiting for Icarus to get older only to start living the life they missed because of Reo is so Ahhhhhh.

Them cares so much about Icarus and the people of the grove and hates Fable because they've seen what he's done, what could happen.

I care about Midas so much.

Them blaming themselves for Icarus hurts a lot.

[personthattoleratesme]

All of Dan’s major solo things have Phil in the credits… if you even care

[me0wkya]

this is mílotale propaganda btw you should all go check out @streetlightgoblin like immediately

i do this of my own freewill cus im crazy

[child-of-hoarders]

[moonlightloverrr]

I think some of us were just meant to experience life more deeply. We don’t watch sunsets, we feel them. When others cry, we cry too. We’re painstakingly present yet constantly living in a state of nostalgia for the past. We’re highly alert to the beauty and the pain in the world and long for a future where the good that’s been lost can be restored.