#alucinor

[dr9com9ge-ix]

Some doodles o’ Tenebrae’s counterpart(?) / Twin god sibling, Alucinor (Luci for short). She’s an opposite in the way of making life (Via things crawling out of her dreamscape) to Tenebrae’s death bringing (aka, Man so hungry he could eat more than just a honse.) though she doesn’t really care too much about the life her dreams bring- She just wants to sleep and stay in the dreamscape, and will trap people in their own dreams/ maybe strike a deal of “You get to stay in your own paradise, you’ll just never wake up again.” and eat them if she really is hankering for a snack.

Gods do be hungry creatures in general- Some handle their hunger better than others.

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Look at this Space Boi

[vulcansmirk]

I’m in your orbit now. This revolution was inevitable, wasn’t it? How foolish of me to try to flee a singularity.

alucinor 4.17 (s.s.)

[dr9com9ge-ix]

So like after checking multiple times— I don’t think I ever posted this. Your honor here are the primordial god siblings being very very godly and serious I promiseee 😇🤞

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Some wigglepaints made while I was waiting for my ipad to charge one time

[vulcansmirk]

You smiled when you saw me. You sat with me all night and quietly let me into your mind. I found out that you’re the youngest of three, that you worry you can’t support people like you should, and that there’s a chance I can be for you what you have fast become for me— a comfort. You’ve never asked for comfort. You never ask for help. You told me flat-out that you believe in taking care of yourself only insofar as it equips you to keep fighting. I understand that belief more than I can say, and I love you for it, but it makes me sad, too. You’re fighting for a world in which everyone is free and happy. In your mind, does that world not include you?     (My world, at least, would be a much grimmer place without you.)     You told me all your heroes are people who’ve been jailed and killed fighting for what they believe. You said it scares your parents because they think that’s the best they can hope for for you. Here’s a secret: it scares me, too. And I will do everything I can for you to make sure this fight doesn’t kill you.     (See, all my heroes are people who’ve been jailed and killed fighting for what they love. I think it should scare my parents, because it’s the best thing I hope for for me. You fight for the world. I fight for you. You are my best-case scenario.)

alucinor 4.17 (s.s.)

[vulcansmirk]

They asked about black holes. They asked for an explanation, so I gave them one, best I could, the room swathed in an inky dark, the one light pouring over us like honey. I explained how black holes are so massive, so dense, so full that the natural gravity of everything inside pulls the universe inexorably closer. I explained all this with you right beside me, feet away— too far, but close enough for me to be caught in your gravity and pulled inexorably. I don’t smoke cigarettes. I try not to drink when I’m sad. But I’m addicted to the smell of you, and to the feeling of your mind sharing oxygen with mine. I’m hooked on the sound of your voice telling me to walk on your right as we pass these strangers in the dark. (When did you start taking care of me?) When did I start needing it?) They asked about black holes. They asked for an explanation, so I gave them one, best I could. And all the while, gravity and irony pulled me inexorably toward you.     It hurts, you know? I’m caught in the well of your warmth, and the way your eyes light up when you’re thinking. I’ve long since passed the event horizon; there’s no hope now for me to flee. All I can do is laugh and shake and drown in your singularity.

alucinor 5.17 (s.s.)

[vulcansmirk]

Later, I asked you if you trusted me. I laughed as I said it; I meant it as a joke, but you looked down, looked away, and quietly cracked open. ‘Do you trust me?’ I grinned. You looked down, looked away, and said, small, 'I do.’ And I cracked open, too.

alucinor 4.17 (s.s.)