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Creation of Pandora

A bible-esque telling of the myth of Pandora's creation. No beta, I wrote this in like 1 hr bc im fuckin slow and in pain

Gods of the Pantheon: Myciliatrapaconti/Pandora - Goddess of the world tree + the Planet's heart Cadallion/Camazotz/Cadaver - God of Life, Death, and Rebirth Vixxiennen/ViVi/Azzy - God of Love, Lust, Creativity, and War Qalianna/Celadon/Leif - Goddess of the Forests, Jungles, Flora, Food, and the Hunt Raxion/Symbiont/Reggie - God of Rot, Mushrooms, Medicine, Drugs, and Pestilence

In the beginning, there was nothing but Harmony. Her world barren and empty

Then she plucked a seed from her soul and planted it in her rich soils, and from it grew Life.

And her son was born.

He created mortal souls to populate the world, but with no bodies to inhabit, they stagnated became listless.

He asked his mother to fill the world with creatures, so his souls can know happiness and play.

And so she planted another seed, and from it grew Love.

Her second son was born.

He looked upon the barren lands and took the sacred soil into his hands. He mixed it with his holy blood and tears to form clay, and from it he crafted the first creatures for the souls to inhabit. All equals who lived in Harmony.

But then the bodies Love created started to wither and cry, their hearts filled with suffering and their bodies weakening.

They required sustenance to live, but the world was barren and had nothing for them but clay and soil to eat.

So life and love turned to their mother and asked her to fill the world with food for their creations.

She nodded, and Harmony planted yet another seed.

From it, grew Flora.

Upon her birth, the world burst into vibrant greenery with tall trees that bore sweet fruits and nuts, and low bushes ripe with nourishing berries. Medicinal herbs grew to heal mortal pains, and grasses grew to cushion their paws. Flowers filled the world with sweetness and color, and the mortals knew true happiness.

The world was so abundant and lush, the mortals had more than they could ever eat. And still, the greenery grew, overtaking the mortals making it harder and harder for them to gather for how dense the foliage became.

And so Life, Love, and Flora begged their mother to stem the growth to find a way to get rid of the plants the mortals couldn’t eat.

Their mother agreed, so she made a clearing and planted a final seed. And from it grew Rot.

Her final child was born.

Upon his birth, the undergrowth and leaf litter started to decay. Strands of silk spread far and wide beneath the soil, and mushrooms, and mold, and insects crawled out to devour what the mortals could not. Slowly clearing the lands of overgrowth until the mortals could breathe again.

And so gods and mortals alike breathed a heavy sigh, for the world was finally in Harmony and abundance once again. As it should be.

For a time the world stayed in Harmony, the mortals living and falling in love, multiplying as they partook of the abundant lands, with rot eating away at what they could not.

Until there wasn’t enough.

The mortals grew unhappy and cramped as they multiplied. They wanted more, but only for themselves. They hated how they had to share their dwindling resources with the other races, fighting the seasons and each other for enough to sustain their growing numbers that exploded in the times of abundance.

And so they began to fight.

And fight.

And fight.

Each battle warped their love into hatred, each wound grew deeper and deeper until Life bore something new called Death. Fires burned the dense forests and jungles, ruining their food and starving them. And in their wake, sickness took hold.

Harmony was enraged. For her utopia gave way to Discord.

How DARE her children’s creations take advantage of the utopia they were given?!

How DARE they sow seeds of chaos and strife into their harmony?!

From her rage and sorrow she bore another seed, but as it grew and as it bloomed, a child was not made, but a curse.

A darkness that warped her home and poisoned her children.

Life became Death.

Love became War.

Flora became Carnage.

Rot became Pestilence.

And Harmony became Chaos.

Her children suffered, as did their creations. She looked upon the world she created and wept.

And wept.

And wept.

Until the lands flooded. Her tears forming great rivers and creeks, pooling into lakes and oceans.

Her tears divided the lands and culled their creations, until only a handful remained.

As she wept her children looked upon their home and came to an agreement. In Chaos there is Harmony. They just had to get a little creative.

Death paved the way for new Life to blossom, culling the weak and sick and old so there's space for the young.

War made Love more intimate and special, mortals learning how to protect their partners and families and fight for the hearts of their beloveds.

Pestilence kept mortal lives short, sweet, and meaningful, allowing the corpses to Rot and nourish the depleted soils.

Carnage felled mighty beasts to nourish the living, their rotting bones allowing Flora to grow once again to feed the living.

For many years the siblings worked together to make the best of their curse, and turn it into a blessing.

And when their mother dried her tears and looked upon her world once more, all things were both in Chaos… and in Harmony.

And she was proud.

She planted her roots where she sat, embracing both sides of her children and their creations in her boughs. She vowed to keep eternal watch, and to be there when needed as either Harmony, or Chaos.

For she is Pandora. A they are her People.

i think we should all be nice to each other. no passive aggression no competition no comparisons no fighting no meanness. rainbows and sunshine forever

We literally cannot let them start charging 80 dollars for video games 70 dollars was already outrageous 60 was pushing it. 80 fucking dollars. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND. For MARIO?!?!?!?!?

50 Lamb Questions

1. Does your lamb go by any name other than The Lamb? If so, what?

2. How old was your lamb when they were sacrificed?

3. How long was your lamb held captive by heretics before their sacrifice?

4. Did your lamb kill anyone prior to their first death? If so, who?

5. When your lamb mourns a dead loved one from their past.. who is it?

6. Who raised your lamb?

7. Where was your lamb raised? A village? A prison? Constantly on the run?

8. Did your lamb have any specific skills pre-sacrifice?

9. How or where was your lamb caught?

10. How did your lamb feel with their head on the pedestal? Afraid? Relieved? Angry?

11. Does your lamb have any notable or unique features?

12. How tall is your lamb?

13. Is your lamb petite? Curvy? Fucking jacked?

14. Is your lamb’s wool pure white?

15. How does your lamb prefer to keep their wool? Short and shorn neat? Wild and untrimmed? Be honest are there branches in that bitch?

16. Do you base your lamb on any specific species of sheep? If so, which?

17. Do they use their own wool for anything?

18. On a scale of one to ten how floppy are their ears?

19. Do they bear any traits of forced domestication? Is their tail docked? Was their ear tagged? Do they have scars from being shorn (and nicked) against their will? Were they ever painted with or assigned a number rather than a name?

20. What do their horns look like?

21. Was your lamb born male, female, intersex, or do you have no opinion on their sex at birth?

22. Does your lamb use pronouns other than they/them? If so, which ones!

23. Are they capable of having children and would they want to have children?

24. If they were to be a parent or are, what epithet would they have their child use? Mom? Mama? Dad? Baba? Nony? Abba?

25. Do they wear something other than the canon cloak?

26. Does your lamb wear jewelry or makeup?

27. Is your lamb flirtatious?

28. Did your lamb have any partners pre-sacrifice?

29. Did your lamb take any followers as a partner?

30. Who is your lamb’s second in command or closest follower?

31. Is your lamb ever honest about their feelings or past? With who?

32. Is your lamb merciful? Did they ever refuse to spare someone? If so, why?

33. Is your lamb trustworthy?

34. Is your lamb quick or slow to trust others?

35. If your lamb could pick a cult job other than leader what would it be?

36. Is your lamb a good cook?

37. Does your lamb let cult members cook or heal or do they restrict them from certain duties?

38. What is your lamb’s favorite food or dish?

39. Does your lamb eat meat/fish/eggs?

40. What is your lamb’s stance on cannibalism?

41. What about their stance on torture?

42. Would your lamb ever kill a cult member?

43. How does your lamb deal with dissenters?

44. What is your lamb’s favorite weapon? Their least favorite?

45. Would they ever let a follower embrace their dark desire to eat poop?

46. What is your lamb’s favorite season?

47. Is your lamb’s favorite color something other than red?

48. How does your lamb really feel about death?

49. Does your lamb use substances? Are substance banned from cult grounds?

50. Freebie! Tell us any headcanon you want!

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narilamb stuff because yes

She deserves all the pets