I would love to see your humanstuck designs if you have any !!! :]
HERE,,,,, MY HEADS BEEN POUDNIGN BUT I WANTED TO GE THIS OHT QUICI,,,, I might draw some of these designs cause I can probably replicate my ideas better,,, STILL !! HER EIT IS sorry 4 not posting yesterday!!!! I've just been pretty sick!!! Btw,,,, aradia is wearing contacts and like,,, makeup,,, which is why she's so pale and has grayish eyes
TLDR: Musrio loses everything. The bane of worlds and the innocent constellation arrive.
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The wind screamed as it ripped books off their shelves and into shreds, knocked over anything that wasn't nailed down and tore the curtains off their rods.
The fire roared as it erupted in violent columns from what were once sconces and unlit candles, creating plumes of smoke, thick and poisonous, that were immediately swept up by the wind to add to the storm.
The lighting shrieked as it stabbed through the windows like the grasping hands of demons, shattering glass and splinters and raining them on the fleeing trolls.
The magic shook the Arcaneum apart, chasms and cracks splitting open to belch hellfire like monstrous mouths, swallowing whole bookshelves and tables within their depths.
Yet the cacophony was nothing compared to the soul sheering bellow from Musrio's lungs.
"Drayco!"
He pushed himself up on a broken arm, struggling to rise from where he'd been thrown by the magical blast from the ritual. He was bleeding, both blood and magic, his hair blasted back by the wind as he stared at what he'd created.
Suspended in the vortex of magic and glowing bloods, barely discernable through the smoke, was Drayco, their arms and legs spread wide and eyes glowing black. Above them hung Musrio's black pearl and ivory necklace, drenched in the entire hemospectrum and glowing white hot.
This was wrong, Musrio's mind screamed, this wasn't supposed to happen! He'd done everything right!
"Drayco, come back!" There was no transition from laying to standing as Musrio lunged for his matesprit in a panic. His fingertips were scorched by the wild magic, before a pair of arms seized the rustblood around the waist and hauled him back.
"Musrio, we have to run!" Makeno shouted in his ear, but the necromancer wasn't even aware of his presence. He struggled against what held him, still straining to reach his mate as the rest of the trolls fled.
"I have to save them!" He cried, his blistered fingers shaking, "I did it once, I'll do it again! Ribbit!" He kicked and struggled, trying to tear free of the seadweller's grasp. He couldn't stop looking, watching, as his matesprit's body began to fall apart, their limbs crumbling into smoke. "No! Drayco! Drayco!"
"They're gone, Musrio! They're dead! Stop it! Vornik!" Makeno yelled, fighting to hold onto him.
A pair of massive, clawed hands seized Musrio's shoulders, and he gasped as his body was forced to go limp by the limeblood's powers. The fear and panic and pain and magic raging through his thinkpan flatlined, his vision went white, but he could still feel himself screaming as the shifterbeast carried him out of the collapsing bookhive.
Vornik hounded through the falling debris, leaping chasms and carnage with ease before they burst out the front doors. He carried Musrio several yards from the building, Makeno hot on their heels and coughing hard from the smoke.
The rest of the group was waiting and Corden ran forward to catch his morail, but Musrio ignored them, forcing his magic to override Vornik's power. He snapped from his stupor and ripped himself out of his arms, hitting the grass hard and pushing himself up just in time to watch the Arcaneum explode.
The ground shook, the sound so loud that Musrio was deafened, unable to hear his own scream as he watched the vortex become a pillar of blinding, bright, orange light; the same color as Drayco's blood. The beam shot straight into the stormy night sky with a crack-boom noise like the sound barrier breaking a thousand times at once.
Musrio gagged and struggled to rise, choking on the thick magic in the air. A hand appeared before his face and he grabbed it, distantly aware that it was Decaying who helped him up. He clung to his ancestor, trembling as he watched the pillar ripple and hum through the red haze of tears in his eyes.
With a sound like a giant sucking in breath, the pillar collapsed into a miniature sun above the ruins of the bookhive and exploded a second time, turning the night into a momentary, blinding day. The shockwave of air was hot and reeked of sulfur, forcing the rest of the group to cover their faces and take a step back.
Only Musrio didn't do that; he started running. Before the light had even vanished, even as his companions shouted for him to come back, Musrio threw himself into the wreckage, shouting Drayco's name.
His hearing snapped back into place, his powers fixing it for him as he scrambled through the rubble.
"Drayco! Drayco!" He was sob-screaming, his undead blood-pumper hammering too fast in his chest. He made it to where they'd all been standing when the ritual went off and came to a halt, panting hard.
A figure slowly stood from the scorched ground and looked at him through the smoke. Musrio's breath hitched as he met golden-bronze eyes, but the wind swept the smog, and his hope, away.
It was not Drayco that stood before him, but... something else.
"Where's Drayco?" Musrio asked it, his voice and jaw quivering.
"Huh?" It made a confused noise.
"Where are they?!" Musrio shouted, making the thing take a step back, putting an arm behind it to hide whatever it was guarding. Musrio immediately tried to look, and found a second creature, cowering behind the taller one. "Where are they?! They have to be here, I-"
"They're gone, Musrio."
The rustblood whipped around as Oliver appeared from the rubble, looking a little worse for wear himself after escaping the explosion. She still smiled, though. "And that there is the chosen child." She added, before striding right past him. "Welcome, welcome, my dearest friend!" She cried jovially.
The taller figure said something that sounded angry, but Musrio didn't understand its language. Oliver responded, but Musrio couldn't hear her, either.
Gone. Drayco was gone. After everything, after everything Musrio had done and gone through to get them back-
They were gone.
He couldn't breathe, gasps punching out of his mouth as sweeps of stress, of grief, of exhaustion, finally caught up, overwhelmed, drowned to him.
"Musrio?"
Someone said his name, and that was the last thing he heard, unable to hear his own heartbroken wail as he collapsed to his knees and fell forward. His whole body heaved with sobs, so violent that he gagged, and puked there on the ash-dusted remains of his bookhive. He only cried harder, the sharp pain in his throat and arm and all across his body grounding him in a reality he didn't want to be in anymore.
"What's- him?"
"- shock-"
"Drayco's-"
"Hey, that- seen them before- humans!"
"- Speak-?"
"Yes."
Something soft and heavy landed on Musrio's shoulders, making him gasp, then there were hands on him. Instinctively, he lashed out, a fearful warble in his throat.
"Easy, little Almawt, easy. It's alright." The Warhound's voice came through, her face swimming into focus as she helped him sit up. The stony woman's face was more emotional than Musrio had ever seen it, and he vaguely realized it was her cloak that she'd wrapped around him. "Come on, son. We need to get away from here."
"Nn- Drayc- co- ribbit-"
The look she gave him- a mix of grief and understanding- made his sobs start all over again, his good hand clawing for his necklace that was no longer around his neck. She didn't try to stop him, she just helped him to his feet and kept an arm around him to keep him upright.
The group had returned to the blown out bookhive and were standing around, talking. Why were they talking, Musrio thought distantly; why weren't they looking for Drayco?
His eyes slowly scanned familiar faces and saw Deadscar arguing with Oliver, until his gaze stopped on the strangers. Incoding and Decaying were speaking to them, their words garbled in Musrio's ears, and it took him too long to realize they were speaking another language- one that the newcomers seemed to understand.
His jaw quivering, without even thinking about it, Musrio reached up and touched his left ear, then the right, magic burning on his blistered hand.
"My name is Bane." He heard the taller creature- human? He thought someone had called it a human- say, "And this is my little sister, Oria. Where the hell are we?"
"This. Alternia." Incoding said, his face screwed up in concentration, before he pointed at Musrio himself, "Musrio brought... here." He pointed at the humans, then back to him, "He explain."
Bane looked at him, and Musrio's breath hitched in surprise. Oria peered around her brother's legs at him, too, before she began to approach him.
"'Ria, come back." Bane said, but the little girl either didn't hear or ignored him.
Musrio looked down at her, belatedly realizing he was shaking. She looked up at him, her eyebrows pinched in thought. She was so small, she had to be a wriggler, he thought hazily.
Oria moved, putting her hand in her hoodie pocket, before she pulled something out and offered it to him. Dangling from her small fingers was Musrio's black pearl and ivory skull necklace, clean of the bloods he had drenched it in.
Why did she have it? It had been with Drayco...
A whimper in his throat, Musrio took it with his good hand and a nod of thanks, but he didn't have the strength to put it back on. He held it at his side, but that seemed acceptable to her, as she turned and hurried back to the safety of her brother's side.
Musrio watched her go, watching the way the firelight glinted through her silver hair like stars.
Stars...
"The bane of worlds and the innocent constellation shall be the salvation of us all..."
While we're on the topic of hair, how do you think all the hiveswap trolls would fall on a scale of "I love this please never stop doing this ever" to "ew never touch my hair again heathen" as a reaction of having their s/o play with their hair?
lemme get my chart of Trolls
big love: zebruh, vikare, xefros, zebede, galekh (who doesnt admit it at first. coward.), lynera, marvus, bronya
likes it: tyzias, mallek, polypa, charun, skylla, nihkee, chahut (if you dont mind like. finding twigs n shit. her hairs huge there will be stuff in it), boldir, stelsa, chixie, remele
DO THIS AGAIN AND YOURE BEING FED TO THE DRONES: tagora. he spent so much time on his hair dont mess it up, possibly ardata (it might just be part of her act she has to keep up)
