Bothering Licence GIVEN To Anyone Who Has That Little Purple Mutual Tag Above Their Name And Also Anyone

Bothering licence GIVEN to anyone who has that little purple mutual tag above their name and also anyone else really but moots especially

The urge to bother my mutuals

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So in answer to your question: ABSOLUTELY GREAT WHAT'S ON YOUR END

The urge to bother my mutuals

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Imagine an alien sharing a cool human fact they just learned like ”hey guys did you know that the silvery markings on humans actually aren’t true stripes? They’re called stretch marks, they happen when the human is growing fast enough to actually outgrow their skin, which is apparently something that just fucking happens to almost all of them at some point of their life.”

and another one is like ”wait so you’re saying humans don’t have stripes.”

”actually they do, but the stripes are invisible. There’s genetic code that’d give them stripes but they’re just the same colour as the rest of the skin. So the visible stripes are not real stripes and the real stripes are invisible.”

”I swear if you tell me one more weird human thing today I’m beating your ass.”

Are you a pancakes or waffles person

The last time someone asked me something like this there was a right answer.

I'm afraid to choose.

Something had been strange for a while. You were traveling to work faster. You started getting more odd looks, more confused ones. You stopped eating as much and didn't get hungry.

For a long time, you thought it was just a coincidence, or maybe that new haircut you tried out didn't work.

Then it happened. You were cuddling with your girlfriend, when she murmured into your ear. You listened to the words and felt a rush of happiness, of power, and your hair set on fire.

The words were "I love you, sweetie. I wanna be with you forever."

The condition of your head was excellent after the fire went out. Not a scratch, not a singed hair.

But both of your romantic moods were gone as you tried to figure out what happened.

Turns out you were a god. You're a pretty pleasant one, you can do lots of godly stuff, but you also have with powers comparable to the ancient Greeks... in a very, very scaled down fashion.

You can bring the storms, but they're always pleasant. No showy lightning or thundering rain, instead it's light pitter-patter and damp everywhere.

You can raise the dead. But they're all so cranky. They're irritated that you brought them out of their sleep just when they were starting to get good. And if you don't put them to rest, they'll follow you around the house bringing a very putrid smell with them.

And yes, you can set things on fire. Fire is already extremely destructive. If you concentrate for long enough, you could raze forests. But you don't, because your girlfriend wouldn't like that and besides, the birds like it there and it's pretty and green.

Your next question is, what do I do next?

With the ability to conjure money out of thin air (but only Canadian dollars, and you're not in Canada) and the ability to get away with tax fraud (the number always shows up a little bit smaller than you would like it to be), you could be anyone. Do anything.

But you can't forget that rush of euphoria when your girlfriend compliments you, or when she brings you little trinkets from the woods like a crow, or when she simply smiles at you.

She knows you're a god and she doesn't care. Her love to you is unconditional, almost like she's been enchanted. She hasn't, though, you've been very careful to not make any lasting promises to her or about her.

(If she is doing that of her own free will, she's a keeper. She's a lovely woman. It's your job to keep her from harm - not from humans, but gods. She is yours and your... follower? Yes, follower works. She is your follower alone.)

You decide to talk to other people, maybe expand your followers, hope for even more euphoria than your girlfriend - now wife - gives you.

As you expand your following, however, you feel less and less happy. Your subjects start to be dissonant. They start cluttering your mind with all of their feelings that drag you down and make you angry. And when you're angry, you bring out the fire.

It might have been your fault that you burned their houses to the ground. It might have been your fault that some people were caught inside. It might have been, it might have been. Nobody here knows the facts, right? It was their fault that they didn't make you happy. It was their fault.

It was their fault they died, their fault they didn't join you and give you their all. Their fault they were bad and wrong. Their fault they weren't the example your wife sets, and by the way, where is she?

You find the note in your bedroom, saying I can't do this anymore, you've become corrupted. I want my old partner back. I'm leaving for a while and I will only come back when I'm ready. Don't try to follow me.

So disgusting. But now you're sad. And when you're sad, your remaining followers starve because you weren't there to water the crops or keep the insects away. They leave or they die, just like your wife. You wonder where she's gone.

It's been two years, three, five, and you hold out hope. Maybe she'll return in a week. Maybe a month. You turn over houses and dig under logs searching for her, even as your searches turn up fruitless.

Before you know it, it's been two decades. You think it's safe to believe she's never coming back.

It can't have been her fault she left. She might have been taken. She might have died. You try to reincarnate her, if only to here her voice one more time, but if there is a skeleton, it isn't within five hundred miles. Maybe you need to search harder. Extend your range.

Five decades pass, and you fall into despair. You finally brought her body up and she didn't recognize you. She didn't remember who you were. She was your wife and she didn't remember you.

As if your power was waiting for this barrier to break all this time, the skies turn overcast and the clouds break, water flowing from dark dark gray clouds and slamming into the earth like it can beat it up.

You don't remember if the storm passes.

You never knew you were a god until you got your very first follower.