So it Begins
Pairing: Mahoraga x Reader
Genre: idk I wrote this because Mahoraga is glorious
Summary: Formless, yet terrifying to witness. You found a scattered spirit in your realm. A feast for the Void. His wrath, his pain, his desire encompassed the emptiness around you.
AN: Please let me know if I got anything wrong but this is just made up non cannon.
Beyond realm of humans and curse users exist many worlds. Independent of each other these worlds align only in few aspects of existence.
There remain many mysteries. Things unknown. Divine General Mahoraga is one of them. Who is he? A shikigami? A curse? A deity tied to the wheel of dharma? A monster perhaps.
No one the world of mortals may ever know. A monstrous form, untamed by any. The origins of Mahoraga remain deeply veiled in mystery, leaving unanswered questions about who bestowed upon him this formidable form and what force propels his unyielding fury.
Eons ago or rather in the past flow of time, there existed a spirit, a weak tattered soul. Some say it was the soul of a fallen king, betrayed by his kin, while other state it was of priest devoured by sin, no one knows.
The spirit of a human who dared venture outside the realm of it's existence. Into the unknown that hosts secrets of the world.
Beyond the laws of good and evil, right and wrong. It ended up in the Void. A world of nothingness at the same time a world bubbling with the hunger for everything. Your world.
Formless, yet terrifying to witness. You found a scattered spirit in your realm. A feast for the Void. His wrath, his pain, his desire encompassed the emptiness around you.
Intrigued and perhaps entertained by this newfound distraction, you bestowed upon him a form—a warrior with eight hands, a general endowed with the power to annihilate worlds. Unbound by the laws governing the universe, you placed the wheel of dharma on his back, granting him the agency to forge his own destiny. Mahoraga, you called him, your voice ringing loud in the Void.
Thus, your own form emerged from the first emotions of your existence—a shape akin to his, destined to bring about the end of days for all life. Even in their existence, these forms held a certain ethereal beauty. The delicate feathers framing his eyes and the golden anklets adorning his feet became symbolic manifestations, a gift or a testament to your prowess. And for the first time, it held the substance beyond the nothingness of the Void.
Mahoraga, your only companion in the worlds across universe. Untamable. Yours.
Deep in the recesses of your realm you feel it. You hear it, the clatter of the Wheel of Karma and the unbothered smile on your face is frozen for the first time.
The nothingness of your realm was broken. Mahoraga was gone. Someone had dared to harm your creation without your divine consent. Someone had erased your creation challenging you.
The Void, renowned for its impartiality, responds to this breach with a profound shift in its essence.
In eons, your form is unchanged but for a flickering moment it glimmers with a light so bright that the Void is changed forever. The balance of the worlds was tipped and so was your restriction to your realm.
Your eyes gleam red with rage. You feel what parts of Mahoraga had once been contained in the Void now unbound. Rage, pain, and greed you get to know them better than any.
For what was taken from you, you were ready to burn the world. But most of all the curse that dared to challenge you. And the Void was no more.
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Drama Queens United
It was pure genius pairing these two high-drama specialists from two generations. Much scenery has been chomped between these two.
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What Goes Around (Ch. 9)
Fandom: The Quarry
Pairing: Travis Hackett/Laura Kearney
Rating: Mature
Tags: Fluff and Angst, Curses, Post-Canon, Not Beta Read, Travis Hackett is the Only Survivor of the Hackett Family, Dark Magic, Major Character Injury, Plot Twists, Harm to Animals, Ghosts, Friends to Lovers, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Drama, Mystery, Body Horror
Summary:
Sheriff Travis Hackett is missing.
Laura has moved to North Kill to help find him. But on her second day of work at the local animal clinic, a large, black wolf is taken in with grave injuries.
Does this wolf have anything to do with Travis' disappearance? Why is Laura drawn to it? And why does it seem to only trust her?
Notes: Image by @spookyscaryscully
Warnings: This story contains graphic depictions of violence.
Preview:
He grabbed her arm. “Laura, come on! I’m not some nosy journalist or FBI agent. You can trust me!” Laura kept facing forwards so James couldn’t see her expression, but her shaking voice belied what his aggression was doing to her.
“J-James, let go of me.” She tried to tug free of his grip, but it was so strong that it was likely going to leave a bruise.
“No, Laura! Not until you tell me why you’re shutting me out!”
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Me: i promise I'm going to be a tad less dramatic this year!
Always me: *opens ao3* *sees a ship that i don't like at all* caught me dead before even considering that *close the tab*
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Also Durge who is a doppelganger. Durge who doesn't change when they don't remember who they are, but slowly regain ability to in act 3. Durge who isn't sure their face is actually theirs. Who wears thousand masks and fears there is nothing underneath. Who gives incubus their body even if they aren't even sure it's THEIR body. Whose whole self itches when they don't shift for too long. Who can be anyone they want but don't know who they want to be.
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