Ok, some various story starters i have had kicking about as half finished that I can't seem to figure out how to go ahead with. Each will be as much as is written and as such I ended up putting various chapters together so I'm not posting a bunch of 300 to 500 word chapters.

If you're able to provide any tips for going forwards it would be appreciated. If you just want to use a section and fix it up for your own stories that is also completely OK.

Yokai Taker

Rosario Vampire, Helltaker crossover

Warning: this fic is sensored for posting on Fanfiction . Net and as such content has been cut to conform to the M rating.

If this gets enough good rep then I will continue with this.

Concept Chapter 1: New School

A small bus drove down a cliffside road aside an ocean of blood and a sunless sky tinged violet. A forrest of dead trees covered the landscape and in the distance a trio of old decrepit buildings were visible above the trees.

With a lurch and creek the bus halted and the door opened. A tuxedo wearing man with shining golden eyes and a creepy French style moustache was behind the wheel. Stepping off the bus was a dark haired teen with a muscular but slim build, red eyes and a scar that twisted its way from the left side of his chin upto the lower corner of his right eye, going across his nose.

"Hey Tsukune, try not to cause too many problems and use protection." The man cackled before the door slammed shut and they sped off down the road, a trail of dust kicked up it their wake.

"I blame dad." The teen sighed as he began his walk towards the school, not really caring about the fact the sign was dressed up as a scarecrow.

His father had been known throughout heaven and hell as the Hell Taker. A man who was willing to risk his soul just to have a harem of devil girls. Ever since he was a young boy anyone who truely knew about his family would tease him with jokes about how he would continue his father's legacy. His half sister Kyoka was the daughter of Judgement where as he was the son of Azazel who had fallen shortly before he was conceived according to Cerberus and Lucifer. Apparently Beelzebub had seen it once before with a demon called Generic who had fallen while pregnant. The daughter had ended up in a perpetual state of falling, neither demon or angel, it was at that point Judgment threw a plate at the fly demon and told her to shut the damned portal.

Don't get him wrong, he wanted to have a big family sure but he wanted it to be with people he cared about hence why he outright refused mother lucifer's offer of having her assemble a harem of Hell's most beautiful for him. His younger brother Baxter found it hilarious.

The woods on the way to the school were certainly not something Tsukune was used to. Either he was in suburbia where nothing seemed to grow larger than a hedge or in Hell where any kind of vegetation was usually trying to kill something. The cawing of crows gained his attention, especially a silver eyed one. He sweatdropped.

"Mum, stop using your birds to spy on me." Tsukune called making the silver eyed crow try to fly off in panic only to slam into a tree and vanish in a burst of red light.

[Helltaker residents]

Azazel squeaked in shock, almost dropping her plate of pancakes across her red dress as everyone looked at her.

Justice snickered loudly as she readjusted her sunglasses. "Busted."

[Back at Yokai Academy]

Tsukune shook his head at the antics of his biological mother as he continued on down the path, a swift wind throwing a pile of leaves in his face which he tried to swat away.

The sound of a ringing bike bell caused him to reflexively turn around only to grunt in pain as something slammed into not only his head but also his stomach.

"Owie." A soft feminine voice groaned from below him as something soft was cupped by his left hand.

[One paragraph redacted so I don't get banned]

End of this one.

Chaotic hero

BNHA/Warhammer 40k

There will of course be changes to characters ages and quirks to reflect the 40k influence for some characters.

It was certainly an interesting challenge too to give Izuku a Nurgle themed quirk while keeping him the hero but I took a page out of the Thousand Shinji fanfic sequel in that Nurgle or rather Reigle's followers mainly used themselves as shields for the less resistant to damage while acting as healers for others.

Rating: M

Chapter 1:

Nurgle, the great gree tub of lard and decay that he was, laughed heartily as he made his way down the streets of Mustafu Japan to visit his grandson and his daughter. Far away from the reality of war and horror in which him and the other 7 gods played their games in much like a child would play a video game of which Seventy such realms existed, this one however was different. There was no alien or inhuman presence just earth, no life beyond the stars and nothing supernatural venturing from the dark to prey on the innocent. Just people doing what people did. In this world he wasn't simply Nurgle God of death and decay, here he could and would relax and was simply Nurgle a everyday person with a everyday quirk as the locals called them. He was well aware that this world was treated as a vacation reality of sorts and as such it was agreed not to get involved beyond family. Slaanesh had a dozen or so daughters, one of who had two kids, one of her grand kids got into hero business and the other was still in school. Khorne had a few kids kicking about, the youngest was a blood drinking blonde girl who stabbed everything, the other was an older woman who's son was friends with his own grandson. Tzeetch had one kid who was seriously broody and a granddaughter who could make anything she could memorise, the emperor had two kids, one was called Yagi and the other was called Keigo Takami. Gork or Mork, he was never sure which had a son off somewhere acting as their prophet and got into fights with just about every hero he found, going as far as to serve a villain just to get more fights.

He came to a halt at what would be considered a low end apartment complex that was slightly run down. The alleyways were full of filth and the bore water from the sewers left a sickly stench in the air, the perfect place for a garden. With a slight wheeze he made his way up the metal stairs that clung to the side of the building and allowed access to the apartments above, stopping at the third floor he knocked on the door politely.

"One moment!" A woman called before the door was opened revealing a slim, freckled green haired woman in a pink apron, a single jagged scar ran down the side of her face from her nose to her lower lip. "Dad!"

"Inko my child!" The God laughed heartily as he was pulled in for a hug. "It's good to see you! How have you and the family been?"

"We've been doing well. Izuku is just in his room with Katsuki." Inko smiled as she lead the large god into the sitting area where the older blonde daughter of Khorne was sitting down drinking from a skull shaped mug, only the MADE IN CHINA stamp on the side gave it away as a fake skull and not one she had claimed herself.

"Hey pops." The woman waved casually.

"Mitsuki. How has it been?" Nurgle asked with a jolly smile. While some of the gods just tended to hate others the only thing nurgle had problems with was if someone hurt his family or when Tzeetch decided to clean his garden.

"Doing as well as it could, Katsuki's quirk finally showed up, brat's been making explosions left and right since he got it." The blonde shrugged with a huff. "My husband is too timid to stop the brat and all I end up doing is joining in on the fights."

"Like father like daughter then." Nurgle laughed. "Old skull for brains was always getting into fights with everyone, especially that stupid anathema." He huffed slightly, he was still mad that the god had offered him use of hand sanitiser last time he visited.

"DAMNED DEKU!" a voice shouted which was quickly punctuated with a loud explosion that shook the building.

"Damned brat." Mitsuki growled as she stormed off towards the sorce of the noise.

End of this one

The hero with the most

This is probably the shortest one and more a spitball concept.

BNHA/ Beetlejuice

Izuku smiled broadly as he made his way into class at Mustafu grade school. He finally had a quirk! Ahead he saw his friend Kaachan pouting as his mum messed with his hair trying in vein to make it sit flat. Behind him he could hear his own mother giggle slightly.

"Kaachan! Kaachan!" He cried in excitement as he rushed over and started to bounce on the spot. "I finally got my quirk!"

"Really?" The blonde asked with smug grin. "I bet its not as cool as mine!"

"Watch this!" Izuku grinned as he rushed for the shade offered by the trees either side of the school gate.

"Running isn't a quirk nerd." Bakugo scoffed only to get slapped upside the head by his mother.

"Thats not it kaachan, its easier to use when I'm not in the light." Izuku lectured with a grin. He rubbed his hands together as the shadows around him started to darken. Bakugo scoffed only to get slapped again my his mother across the back of his head. "Though I know I should be wary, I still venture someplace scary, ghostly hauntings I turn loose, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!"

Thunder crackled overhead despite there being no clouds. Izuku's clothes ran purple before a white and black striped suit oozed down them and a purple tie tied itself around his neck, his hair became even more messy as his skin turned pail and bruises formed around his eyes. "Tadaaa!"

"Holy shit." Bakugo gaped before yelping as he earnt another slap from his mother. "What kind of quirk is that? You look like a corpse."

"Well, I sort of am. My quirk turns me into a poltergeist." Izuku stated, his voice now raspy. "I have all sorts of abilities like flying, teleporting, moving things like mum, summoning snake monsters and I can stretch my body a bit."

"Thats villainous." Bakugo frowned with a huff. "Stupid villain."

"KATSUKI!" His mother and Inko shouted at the blonde kid.

"I am not!" Izuku huffed. "I am going to be a hero, you'll see."

"No quirks in school Midoriya." The teacher, a thin man with a rubber arms quirk stated as he walked past.

"Oh right. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice." The teen recited before he was back to normal and promptly fell onto his face with a groan.

Ends here.

Again thoughts on where to go with these and if you want to you can use them as your own story starters.