The Goddess of Cupcakes, which came into being eons before cupcakes had even been invented, was relegated to urban legend and scoffed at by most historians as a fictitious idol created by humorists in the early twentieth century.
It was then that She, to Her delighted amusement, awoke to find that little girl placing that cupcake at Her stool.
“Here you go.”
“Uh, well… thank you, I suppose.”
“Huh?!”
Sara hadn’t expected that. Not at all.
Sure, Sara had done randomly intensive research online about Her, but then, that was just blogs and records of Her presence from God-knows-how-long ago, and it being miles away from where Sara lived just meant she had to go.
She just wasn’t religious, just curious, so to see this —
But none of that mattered now. She was speaking with a goddess.
“So… you’re actually real? I’m not imagining this?”
“No more than you imagine you were a famous actress.”
“How do you—?!”
“It’s pretty much our thing to read minds.”
“Fair, but that begs the question… can you make me a famous actress?”
“I can try.”
The Goddess raised Her hands, unearthly mist rising from the ground… and nothing happened.
“Did… did it happen? Am I famous?”
The Goddess glared at Her hands. “No, I’m afraid not. It seems I have gotten rusty in the time I was not active in the human realm.”
pieceofmyminds t1_je83zgq wrote
Reply to [WP] You’re a long forgotten god. Today, a solitary teenage girl left a piece of candy at your shrine, & you woke up. Now, you must do everything in your power in order to protect your new High Priestess, the solitary girl, and your new worshippers, her supportive younger brother & her pet axolotl. by Prompt_Dude
The Goddess of Cupcakes, which came into being eons before cupcakes had even been invented, was relegated to urban legend and scoffed at by most historians as a fictitious idol created by humorists in the early twentieth century.
It was then that She, to Her delighted amusement, awoke to find that little girl placing that cupcake at Her stool.
“Here you go.”
“Uh, well… thank you, I suppose.”
“Huh?!”
Sara hadn’t expected that. Not at all.
Sure, Sara had done randomly intensive research online about Her, but then, that was just blogs and records of Her presence from God-knows-how-long ago, and it being miles away from where Sara lived just meant she had to go.
She just wasn’t religious, just curious, so to see this —
But none of that mattered now. She was speaking with a goddess.
“So… you’re actually real? I’m not imagining this?”
“No more than you imagine you were a famous actress.”
“How do you—?!”
“It’s pretty much our thing to read minds.”
“Fair, but that begs the question… can you make me a famous actress?”
“I can try.”
The Goddess raised Her hands, unearthly mist rising from the ground… and nothing happened.
“Did… did it happen? Am I famous?”
The Goddess glared at Her hands. “No, I’m afraid not. It seems I have gotten rusty in the time I was not active in the human realm.”