It's time, then, to populate this pantheon. Your job: Come up with a god or goddess of the world known as Blackbloom. You have 100 words, and only that. I will choose as many gods as I find fit into the pantheon. Go forth, then, and continue this mad genesis, world-builders.
It's a good time to pick my ten choices from the Blackbloom challenge, choices that help cement the true nature of Blackbloom -- this is Blackbloom's genesis, when order is forged from chaos, reality birthed from raw void. So why not jump the gun by a day and get this thing going?
Here's the deal. You and me, we're going to build a world. Out of scratch. This is tabula rasa, and by smashing our faces against the screen and leaving a gooey streak of blood and brain matter (aka "imagination grease") we are going to birth a world out of zippity-zero-nada-nichts. From chaos comes order.