Prompt: In which Cthulhu introduces himself and his church to Frollo, and Frollo is not amused.
For @terrvrs- I told you I would get you a drabble at some point
Cthulhu walked into the church with the widest grin on his face. Churches were amusing buildings. Places of worship where humans gather to sing or hear lectures. The monster whistled as he walked closer to the front.
“I would remove all these benches.” Cthulhu started to say. He looked around taking more of the details. “These windows are gorgeous though.” Cthulhu added staring at the stain glass windows. He looked at Frollo.
The priest was older than he imagined-but he’s heard that humans don’t age well. He couldn’t imagine having all those wrinkles in his human form. The monster smiled. “Where are my manners?” He extended his hand, his sharp teeth showing as he smiled. “I am Mr. O’Hara, head priest from the Church of Cthulhu.”
Frollo didn’t extend his hand and the mosnter shrugged. “Our goal at my church is to make sure Amazoth gets his proper worship. And for humankind to see the Light.” Cthulhu looked at Frollo. “Humans like the pies? We serve pie at my church.”
At this point Frollo only quirked an eyebrow. Cthulhu sighed. “You should come down sometimes, my church is up the hill.” He remarked. He placed the card with a squid on a pew.
“I will see you soon, Mr. Priest.” He said before closing the door.
Prompt: I wanted to write Tiresias as a cute sun dried tomato child even though we know what happens
For: @terrvrs you didn’t ask for this one but i couldn’t help but imagine this when we were plotting yul and sias
Other notes: Ligo is Tiresias nickname from his father Everes. Also his dad was a shepherd
“Ligo!” Everes yelled.
The young Tiresias was hiding under the table. It was another day of travels for the shepherd naiad family. But he had a surprise for his father. When Everes approached the table,the young boy appeared with fake horns on each side.
“Boo!” Tiresias said, arms and cape in display. Everes clutched his chest before scowling.
“Ligo! What are you doing?”
“I’m not Ligo! I’m the Master Shepherd Ogil!”
“Master Shepherd has to get ready for our journey to Bai Chao.”
“You have to be more responsible, Ligo. Someday you might have a big task to fuflfill.” Tiresias mocked to the field of sheep by the river. He puffed his cheeks adjusting his fake horns. Bai Chao was boring. Who would live here full time? The other was about to leave when he heard something near the bushes. Tiresias raised the shepherd’s cane.
“Hello?” Tiresias asked. Tiresias walked slowly. There were no lions in Bai Chao. It couldn’t be something that wants to eat sheep or the boy himself. Tiresias kept walking forward. He can outrun a lion When he finally got to the bush, he hit the intruder. There was a yell.
“Ow!”. The stranger exclaimed. It was a boy. “What did you do that for!
“I thought you were a lion!” The young shepherd yelled holding his cane close. “Next time don’t hide in the bushes.” Tiresias stuck his tongue out at the stranger.
The stranger started to cry. Tiresias was shocked when the other cried. It almost made him cry. Tiresias groaned before going back towards the other. He couldn’t believe the situation he was in.
“Hey don’t cry.” Tiresias said. “I am sorry. I was only doing my job as a Master Shepherd.”
The stranger stopped crying and looked at him in confusion. Tiresias smirked
“Don’t you know!” Tiresias teased. “I am the Master Shepherd.” He pointed at the fake sheep horns. “My job is to protect all the sheep.” Tiresias looked at the other. “And to give presents!!” He pouted. “Even to bush hiders.” Tiresias snapped his fingers.
“Wait here.” He said. Tiresias came back with his bag. “Behold! The gifts of the Master Shepherd!” He took out the items. “Here is the finest scarf made from sheep wool!” Tiresias said. The shepherd took out the scarf and wrapped it loosely around the stranger’s neck. “And here’s a bottle of goat milk! From the strongest of goats!” He handed the other the bottle of milk, with a smile. “With these items, you will become a great shepherd too!” Tiresias patted the others head. “Just promise never to sneak up on a shepherd again.”
“Ligo!” Everes yelled. Tiresias blushed in embarrassment. “That’s my dad.” The boy pouted. “I will see you later.” He said, gathering his sheep and cane. He looked back at the stranger. “If you live, we should play sometimes. Herding sheep is boring.” He stuck out his tongue.
The life and trepidations of Hephaestus: Heph and revenge
Hephaestus didn’t always know about his mother. As far as the young Hephaethus knew, he was thrown off the mountain because of circumstances. He was melding a metal chain when he heard Themis. There was a wily grin on his face. “Mother.” He said. “Why don’t you come in.”
There was a nervous look on Themis’ face. As he looked up, there was a look of concern. “Mother.” Themis looked away.
“I was going to tell you.”
“Going to tell me what.”
“I’m not your mother Hephaethus.”
His heart dropped in his chest. He genuinely was surprised. Still, he wanted to hear the truth, Hephaethus gestured her to continue.
“There was the word of Zeus and Hera having a child.” She paused. “And one of the parents threw him off the mountain and didn’t retrieve him. And I had to come to help him.” She sniffled. “And it was you.”
Hephaestus felt his heart sink. He dropped the tool in his hand. He looked up. “So I’m a....god.” He choked. Themis nodded. Hephaestus took a deep breath and grabbed his crutches.
“There’s a procession in Olympus.”
Themis grabbed his shirt sleeve. He pulled himself gently away from the grip.
Hephaethus limped slowly through the crowd during the procession. The deity needed to see his parents. He finally got to the front of the crowd and began to talk.
“Zeus! Hera!” Hephaestus yelled. He tried again. “ZEUS HERA!” He tried once more. Hephaestus tried one more time. “ITS YOUR SON HEPHAETHUS.” The crowd got silent. The crowd lookers looked at him as if he had three heads. The whispers were happening so quickly. The next thing he knew, there was a guard to take him away. Hephaestus still yelled for his parents.
“HERA!” Was the last word he uttered, and he though for a brief moment Hera looked back at him. Hephaestus took that as a sign. He was their son. Yet he wasn’t accepted.
Hephaethus sat alone in his forge that night. He was draawing plans for his revenge. A throne, more ordinate than the one she was sitting in would be perfect. Hephaethus wiped the tears off his face.
“I will prove myself to be a god.” He sniffled. “Everyone will know my name.”
