#and its not just because both got 'nine' in them

[lightreader1]

Fanfic idea  - Yokai au

Prompt: Atsushi is the pretty princess in distress

Actual idea- So essentially this is an au where the world is filled with mystical creatures fighting for land, power, and status. Think of a more magical edo Japan where life kinda sucks to be a human and yokai try to fight/claim territory so they can have humans give them tributes so they won’t destroy them. Some yokai want booze, others jewels, and others humans (sometimes to eat, marry, or just keep around as servant). 

Atsushi is of course the odd one out of his village because of his eyes and hair. People in general treat him like crap because they believe he has some demonic heritage so of course they think to use him as a sacrifice for the yokai that rules their land. (AKA: they are jealous and believe his hair and eyes are some sort of witchcraft.)

(Maybe Atsushi has some rare demon heritage maybe not. Personally I just love the idea of Atsushi just being a super pretty feminine dude who people refuse to believe is human cause of his looks.) Anyways the villagers offer up Atsushi to get slaughtered or possibly enslaved by the demon in charge of their region but instead of getting sacrificed to the yokai  Dazai (a nine tailed fox demon because of course) tricks the villagers and snatches Atsushi away instead. I imagine Dazai just transforms to look like the boss demon and takes Atsushi.

And honestly I have so many thoughts on what could be the reason why Dazai does this. 

Perhaps Dazai thought Atsushi was just a really pretty lady?

Perhaps he just wanted to piss the boss demon off?

Perhaps Atsushi gained his favor at some-point in life and decided that villagers deserved to be destroyed after abusing his favorite little human?

Honestly so many possibilities. 

In any case Dazai basically plays a huge game of keep away with Atsushi as the prize and they travel all around Japan while the Boss demon hunts after them because their pride demands they get Atsushi back.

I like to go on these lines of thoughts while also imagining who the Boss demon could be.

Like if its Shibusawa (who is a Dragon of course) was the boss demon that could make a great story cause he’s such a great antagonist.  

But personally I find the idea of Chuuya (who is an Oni) being the boss demon, because that would be more hilarious. 

I’m just imagining how Chuuya was supposed to get Atsushi and thus tries to hunt Dazai and kick his ass because his pride demands it. Because while he would have originally preferred booze as his tribute he just can’t let that bastard of a fox steal from him!

And then Chuuya actually see’s Atsushi and wants him even more.

Because by demon standards Atsushi is like a stupidly rare basically impossible to find Shiny Pokemon, he looks like demon but is human WTF!!!!

Both Dazai and Chuuya know it but Atsushi is just tired of their bullshit.

I mean I could imagine the interaction between the three going something like this: 

 Chuuya: Oi you shitty bastard what do you think your doing! That human is mine! 

(Dazai smirks and drapes himself over a confused and kinda scared Atsushi) 

Dazai: Ah but I got Atsushi-kun first, you shouldn’t have been so slow to claim your tributes slug.

(Dazai nuzzles his cheek against Atsushi's like an overly affectionate cat before giving Chuuya a malicious smile)

Dazai: He’s mine now. 

(Chuuya who looks sufficiently pissed stomps forward and looks up at that stupid fox)

Chuuya: Oh screw you, you fish eyes towl rag! The human is mine so I’m taking him where he belongs! 

(Chuuya tries to grab Atsushi's wrist but one of Dazai's tails stop him)

Dazai: Oh I’d love to see you try you child sized ogre! 

(Dazai pushes Atsushi behind him, and poor Atsushi looks nervous but also a little annoyed)

Atsushi: Do I get a say in this? 

Dazai & Chuuya: No! And poor Atsushi is just watching these two powerful creatures fight over him like starving animals wanting a meal. So he takes a deep breath and leaves to the nearest village to take a break from their bullshit.

[smiley-mcdoggington]

im in agony over your last post because I can’t stop thinking about how, when ford comes back, he will stare at Stanley’s older, wrinkled face and it will be the first time he gets to see an older Stanley and it will be HIS Stanley …. but by that time, how may times will he have fallen in love with another version of his brother’s face? Meanwhile Stanley will be looking at his twins face that he will have only been able to see in the mirror for the past 30 years. I AM SICK!!!!! im sorry this probably doesn’t make any sense but i really need you to know that i am genuinely in tears and gagging over this au. your brain is both beautiful but also kind of evil.

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1 thing kinda for context I have ideas for all the stans Ford loved before, and while he did love them and does mourn them his relationships were built on the foundation that he cannot get to his own Stan and they cannot get to their own Ford but they can get to eachother and if they squint its almost the same, it's close enough.

First live Stan he meets seven months after the junkyard: Stan calls himself a pirate but he and his crew (run by ghost Jimmy Snakes) are more like ship scrappers, everyone's got at least a little mechanical know-how, they find dead ships and salvage what they can. They stick together because they're all homeless wanderers that can't get home, but in Ford's perspective they're intimidating - other than Stan. Their Stan seems put together, like he knows what he's doing, but they're the same age and Stan's only been out of his dimension 3 weeks longer. They both project the twin they lost onto the other and are in a sexual plus a bit of cuddling relationship for a while. Ford is fond of him, Stan's the only reason Ford was allowed to join the crew instead of getting shot for stealing from them, and this Stan looks healthier, had a similar experience with Bill in the junkyard, and Ford feels like he can relax around him. Then they find a trap ship, one that looks dead but is just waiting for scrappers to connect their ships to kill the crew and take both ships. Stan was trying to negotiate because he was a stupid 26 year old with a gun to his head but then someone grabbed Ford and Stan got himself shot trying to get to him.

The next Stan Ford meets and has more than a one night stand with is nine years after that, a whole decade since the junkyard. The Stan is a decade younger than him, blind and feverish and and won't let anyone touch him until he has a six-fingered hand in his. That one wasn't a dimensional traveller, he was just dealing with Rico and Ford happened to be in the dimension and wanted a few chemicals from Rico to test as bill-destroying material that happened to be very illegal. He found Stan seizing in a hotel room and Ford decided he was only going to stay until Stan was alright. But Stan took to the bare minimum like a stray dog, doing what Ford wanted, begging him to stay, promising him he'll be better this time around. Ford can't stay, doesn't want to take away this Stan with a perfectly good Ford already so he dragged Stan up to Oregon to try to shove at his brother. But Ford opens the door with a crossbow and Stan gets shot in the neck and Ford beats the other Ford to death in his entryway. Ford had hoped that Stan's being pushed through the portals by Fords were almost always accidents and Ford's would never hurt Stans because He would never hurt Stan (not again) but no, this just proves him and all Fords are a disease. He leaves the dimension quickly after that.

The third Stan he met 25 years after Ford fell through the portal and it was in the junkyard. Ford had gone there with a plan to die trying to kill Bill, it was a bad few years before then and Ford had most of his gun working, enough it might injure Bill. But before he could find him, he looked in a sea of bodies and one looked back. He immediately quit his suicide mission, grabbed the half-frozen Stan and took him somewhere safe. Stan asked why Ford hated him, Ford said Fords never hated Stans, because Stan couldn't prove him wrong. Ford tried to leave him behind a few times, but Stan was determined, he did more and more reckless things trying to follow Ford until Ford just let him follow because maybe he would stop almost dying to try to keep up if Ford made it easier. Ford was old enough to be his dad, he was old enough to be all the multiverse Stanleys' dads at this point, but when Stan tried sleeping with him, Ford went along with it. It was mostly just sex and company, he didn't notice Stan was fawning because he was new and terrified. Didn't notice Stan only seemed to come onto him when he was in a bad mood and needed the distraction. Didn't notice Stan did whatever Ford wanted and shrank whenever Ford raised his voice. Eventually Ford did figure it out, and he was so horrified with himself he dropped Stan off with some interdimensional refugees and left as fast as possible. A month later he tried to visit to apologize properly, but Stan was gone, put a gun in his mouth the week before, his ashes were already space dust. Ford resolved himself to never take advantage of a Stan again. His last 5 years mostly celibate though made him cranky and more determined to finish his gun.

Then he had Bill in his crosshairs, and his Stanley decided to open the portal, and he came through the portal mad, he really did. But then he saw his brother with gray hair and crows feet - his brother, his Stanley, the one he'd spent 30 years wondering about, the one he was almost certain would be dead long before he could get gray hair just like every other Stan. His Stanley looked so happy to see him, arms outstretched and a huge smile on his face and Ford fell into his arms because he was so so happy. But after that he grew distant because every time Ford got close, every time Ford tried to do what was best for Stanley, every time Ford trusted Stanley, Stanley died.

[spartancommander-2874]

At Dom’s initial question about the lacking star charts, the commander shook her head to confirm it. And Marcus did have a point. The people clearly had more pressing matters planetside. Why worry about the stars when you’ve a bunch of angry grubs beating your door down? The more she heard about this Sector Nine place, the more unease settled in her belly alongside the food. She nodded along to what the other Gears were saying about policing weapons in the field and the like. It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last, she had to handle an alien arsenal on the go.

Shit. How did one explain the Prometheans? Damn, being dropped out of the portal felt like it was ages ago now. Auri let out a weak laugh and carded a hand through her hair, spying a rookie nearby drawing Baird’s attention. The kid looked scared and uncertain approaching Delta’s tech head and with good reason. A broken piece of assigned equipment. That never boded well for anyone.

“Well… Short answer: Prometheans are alien. An ancient alien race’s, known as the Forerunners, soldiers,” she started out, tapping her index finger on the table’s surface as she collected her thoughts. It was a halfhearted attempt at a joke and the commander knew it. “The long version? Hell, I doubt you’d believe me. Didn’t believe it myself when the first reports came back. They’re… the digital copies of ancient humans forced into metallic shells. Don’t ask me about the process. I don’t fully understand it and I’m the wrong person to ask.��� Auri rested both palms on either side of her tray.

“There was a war that took place over a hundred thousand years ago and the humans lost. Many got turned into those things unwillingly. A city’s worth on Earth, New Phoenix, more recently. They… don’t remember who they were. Only where their loyalties now lie. They’re cunning, hard to kill and will cut you down before you can blink. And we just so happened to land on a planet full of them. So it’s been grand dealing with them. I’m hoping more don’t try following me through. They were pretty pissed about the data cache we nabbed but we beamed it back to the ship before ending up here so…” She shrugged. “I don’t know for sure though.”

Maybe Noesis could detect the energy signatures associated with either Prometheans or the portals themselves. The signatures would be easy enough to differentiate from background noise and the like, so maybe…

Her train of thought derailed as the rookie drew the other Gears’ eyes. Yup, the kid really fucked up. Auri certainly didn’t envy him at all. Communication equipment was a precious commodity. Why the recruit thought it wise to go poking around at its innards was beyond her. If you’re not specialized in that sort of field, don’t mess with it. The old adage “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” came to mind. These kids would never learn. The tension amped up as Marcus and Baird stared each other, the grizzled sergeant hardly flinching. It was clear it wasn’t the first time he and Baird traded barbs like this.

Even after sharing glances with Cole and Dom, Auri still felt a tad tense. She scoffed quietly before shoveling another forkful into her mouth. This day was never going to fucking end. As the kid scuttled away with his tail between his legs after being yelled at by Marcus, the Spartan let out a rather unladylike snort into her food. She was surprised the rookie hadn’t wet himself in the process.

“Christ, I can’t tell you how many times that sort of crap has happened and the amount of requests I’ve had to process because of it. Why is it always the damn newbies?” she asked of no one in particular.

@bigmouthgenius

This was supposed to be a simple smash and grab. Get the blueprints of the place, locate the objective, nab it and run.

In and out.

Easy enough, right?

Nope.

There was a security program that had been running passively in the background that not even the team’s AI had detected while pilfering the system and she had Forerunner code built directly into her matrix. Alarms began to blare loudly, alerting the Prometheans of offending intruders, once the data left its protective, holographic casing. Their fireteam leader quickly placed a hand on the terminal and green pixels flowed up her gauntleted arm and into a slot on the back of her helmet indicating their AI had come home. Without another word, the trio of Spartan IVs took off, wanting to be as far away from this place as physically possible.

Red blips began pinging off their motion trackers during their flight through the ancient complex and the digitized roars of anger echoed off down the halls. Their AI, Noesis, was still tapped into the local network and began to shut down the massive gray-white doors to cut off their pursuers or at the very least slow them down.

Evac was well on the other side of the facility in the form of a D79-TC Pelican dropship. Their pilot, Spartan Kent, had already activated the autopilot, calling the dropship in closer as the LZ was going to be hot by the time they got to it. A pair of beam turrets popped up in front of bulkhead doors at the end of one hall and began firing white-hot lasers at the fleeing super soldiers, forcing them off their current path and to take a hard right down another hallway to avoid being melted down to slag.

A Promethean Knight had sprung forward seemingly out of nowhere toward the Spartans as they attempted to dodge the turret fire and had nearly pinned their XO to the wall with its gun when it received a shotgun shell to the side of its head. With the creature down, they continued onward with their flight.

“Finally! We’re almost out of here!” came the Spartan to their XO’s left. Her IFF transponder marked her as Cordova, Caterina A.

“About time. I think we’ve really riled up the locals. Kent,” their fireteam leader replied then glanced to the right at their other squad mate. “Kent, once we get out, get that pelican ready for transport. We need to get the hell out of here ASAP before they call in for more reinforcements. Last thing we need is for the Storm Covies clogging up the air.”

“Way ahead of you, ma’am!” came her companion’s reply.

Just as they reached the last stretch, however, a Promethean had teleported meters away from the exit and brought an Incineration Cannon up to bear. The weapon began to charge, red light glowing like death. Right as the thing fired, their commander cried out, “Move it!”, before diving out of the way herself. The creature must’ve been in the local network as well as it was fighting for control over the doorways and cut the commander off from the other two. She rolled up onto her feet just in time to jerk to the side to avoid another blast.

“Commander?! Auri-?”

“Hey, you still-?”

“Get outside! I’ll meet you at the LZ. This place is going to be crawling with Knights shortly. I don’t want them bringing down our bird before we even get out of here,” she called back over their COMMs.

Spartan Kent paused briefly before responding so his counterpart took over. “Yes ma’am! Noesis is still feeding us a map of the area and there’s another exit out here. We’ll see you outside.”

“Copy!”

The Knight attempted to fire on the Spartan once more and just before it released the trigger, a well thrown grenade took it out of its misery. Reloading her weapons and taking a quick stock of what was leftover, Noesis, the team’s AI, wormed her way past the defenses the Knight had thrown up and unlocked one doorway, placing a waypoint that led to the exit on the Spartan’s HUD. The commander took off and was forced to double back twice due to an influx of hostiles. Out of nowhere, a brilliant flash of blue and black lit up a doorway to the Four’s left. Hovering there, of its own volition apparently, was a portal. She was really backed into a corner right now, with Prometheans encroaching on her location. The construct hiding within her helmet was already following her line of thought before the woman even voiced her plan.

“Commander, as much as I’d like to be out of here, we don’t know where that portal leads,” Noesis protested.

“Anywhere’s better than here. They’re already starting to wrest control from you and you’ve already transferred over the data to Roland, right?” Auri had already started to back up toward the swirling vortex. Sure enough, another entrance on the far side of the room had opened up, revealing a mass of very angry Promethean Knights who thought they had the human cornered.

“Yes but…” the AI said, her sentence petering off. Oh hell. Her Spartan had already made up her mind and there was no changing it. “I’m notifying the others and I don’t think these Knights are going to wait much longer!” Moments before the Forerunner constructs could pounce, the Spartan dove into the portal’s center and her world went black and the machine shut off.

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She could feel her body being spun this way and that. Her skin being tugged hard off her bones as she fell end over end. Or so it seemed.

Auri’s shields flared up as an unknown source drained the batteries until they cracked and died for a few seconds, the annoying alarm blaring right in her ear. Her equilibrium was way off and it felt as though she remained within the portal network for far longer than before although she couldn’t tell how much time had passed since she had taken the plunge.

Without warning, a hole suddenly opened up and spat her out into the dirt rather unceremoniously. The Spartan rolled to a stop, head spinning violently and she swallowed down the urge to throw up. Any attempt at getting to her feet were met with major protest as her vision swam sickeningly. Shutting her eyes tightly against the light filtering through her faceplate, the commander took in a few slow, deep breaths before rising up to her knees carefully. Her stomach was still her throat and her head throbbed something awful but she was alive and surprisingly in one piece. A few meters away from her, the portal floated and seemed to shudder. Had the Spartan not been paying attention, she wouldn’t have caught that slight waver that indicated something was off.

“Okay, good. You’re alright,” came her AI’s soft voice. “We may have a tail. Prometheans may have followed us and… I don’t think that portal is going to last much longer. We need to get clear of the blast radius and into cover.” Noesis sounded almost distracted and for a second, the Four couldn’t pin down what had caught her attention.

“Great… You don’t have to tell me twice,” Auri replied, turned around to get moving and stopped.

Oh.

That’s why.

They weren’t on Requiem anymore.

[werewolfsonpage211]

i think i figured out why i love both the mighty nein and deep space 9 so much

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