#othello.txt

[faede]

Ah, to be to so tactless with your choice of language, tsk tsk

[cyberspacelurker]

Cookie Indulgence

[cyberspacelurker]

Did I mention I had a kickass lab.

Because I have a kickass lab. Yes, I built everything in it. Mostly. Ignore how low quality the picture is, it's relatively old (but still accurate!)

[cyberspacelurker]

I would be unstoppable if not for the tired sleepy. And also the insomnia. And the trauma. But other than that I think I could kill god.

[cyberspacelurker]

Why do I smell weed.

[redgazed]

god every time i go back to read stuff about othello and undertaker on fucking ao3 (bc of the relationship i had with my undertaker) i always just get so upset because they act like whitey was so much older than me when he wasn’t. legit says in chapter 149 “whitey and i came in around the same time period” ....

[faede]

x

it’s so eerie not being able to feel that link anymore.  ever since meeting the others there’s been some sort of connection between us, but now with him?  that one is gone.  it’s like there’s strings connecting all of us to each other, but the one between us alone has been severed.  or almost.  i feel something, but it’s so bare now, like i can only know if he’s alive or not.  i can’t feel any shred of emotion from him anymore

part of me wonders if i should be scared of this.  scared of losing a connection that i grew to cherish and wanted to protect.

and another part of me wonders if it’s for the best if i find a way to cut these strings all together.  if that one incident is anything to go by, this link may be empathetic in a way like my ability, and they don’t need that in their life.  they don’t need to feel the emotions of others and while i probably wouldn’t be able to destroy this completely, i should at least get rid of their ties to me.  they don’t need to be dealing with what i feel

or maybe i’m just reading too much into this.  maybe it’s only me that feels their feelings because of this fucking curse of mine.  i hate this i hate this i hate it so fucking much!  they don’t and can’t understand this and i hate that too 

what’s even the point of all this?  

[faede]

i tell myself that i never want anymore regrets, but those just keep piling up higher and higher these days.  this city may keep one issue of mine at bay, but it has its own plethora when it comes to the vast amount of citizens that i can’t escape from easily.

even going back to my old home is more appealing at times, despite the tangle possibly posing a threat and me losing my damn mind with all that whispering from it