Voidkittyloona - A Cat Named Loona

You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

WARNING do NOT start reading books and comics or watching movies or looking at art!!! you will start wanting to create art yourself. or god forbid. writing.

casual activities with your mutually assured destructionship

I LOVE MY FRIENDS SO MUCH I'M JUST STUPID AND FORGET THAT FEELINGS NEED TO BE EXPRESSED IN ORDER FOR THEM TO BE FELT

Hey btw, this is how I attach loops on fabric strips for belts, decorative straps, etc. Take a soda can tab, attach it to the loop with jewellery chain links, and then sew them both onto the inside of the fabric before sewing the seam shut.

thank you to @impcr3atur3 and @echobsilly for helping to make this vision come to life- and thank you to @yugsly and @limbolanegames for creating a game that really truly has changed my life and many others for the better!

enjoy!

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.

✦

Agates carved into orange slices by wutong_crystal_carvings.

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