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[jztars]

Back after a year or two-

I ended up losing the account and for the life of me could not remember my login info. Somehow i got in after buying a new laptop so i will try my best to bombard the blog with content if I don't lose motivation. The format for Yantober will be a bit different (even though the months almost over-) it's the thought that counts.

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Yantober | Day 2 - Kidnapping

Bksor / Black Knight

*Male pairing

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"OI, Crusader! Wake Up!"

"Lug that brick to his helm' that'll get 'im."

"Oh, that's some thinking."

A hard chipped away brick almost dislocated your jaw, reeling from the sudden shock and pain your heavy breathing was mixed in with sudden frantic movements. There was blood dripping down the sides of your arms, the rustic grating of the chains made your head spin.

"I said lug it you skinny sac not throw it so 'is head comes clean off!"

"Well you should've done it yourself ya loon!"

Lifting your battered helmet up the arguing seemed to have come from the undead skeletons. Defying everything you knew about anatomy there was a fat one wearing a Viking helmet hauling around a huge mace. The whirling of the weapon was practically visible as it soon launched the weapon at the smaller skeleton shattering him instantly.

"I'll show the end of these spikes ye' rattling stick!"

Squinting your eyes, ignoring the throbbing pain in your head you made out the two undead soldiers going back and forth bickering at each other. Each bone clattered as the skinnier one reconnected itself as if it didn't explode into pieces. Not long, a stabbing pain caused your gaze to falter and look back down on the ground. It was clear the battle that was bestowed upon you ended in complete failure.

Humiliated, trapped, and chained.

Fighting tooth and nail on the battlefield, sacrificing your own blood for the power of the sun's resurrection. Yet alas you stumbled upon the same fate as all the other nameless crusaders lost to time. Death would have been a better outcome, yet knowing the Black Knight there would be a slow torturous process before getting fed to one of his pets.

Fate was already written in stone before you even walked up the crumbling hill to take on the undead army alone. The clicking of heavy boots was unrecognizable to the cloudy ringing in your ears. You didn't realize that the skeletons had ceased there pointless arguing, stood firm while they kept quite the distance away.

"Eyes up here Crusader." The words where smooth yet gruff. The air felt suffocating now, a heavy burning in your chest caused you to reel back. Taking in gasps of air, the pain became more severe like a wildfire spreading throughout a dead forest. "Much better."

The Black Knight stood tall, minor flames flickered throughout the holes of his armor. Many had called him a walking corpse which was justified by the army he led. Blows of his fiery mace that cracked through even the toughest of welded armor, A never-ending army that only grows with the countless lives perished, and his pets. Freaks of nature that have slayed innocent lives out of sheer enjoyment. Eventually the burning pain in your chest died down to a mere dull ache, eyes widening knowing the disgrace you bestowed upon the small hometown you resided in.

"A pitiful attempt. Not even slaying my first well rounded pet." Now he was just mocking you. Attempting to bite back a response no noise left your mouth. Your throat felt as it were ash, yet blood seemed to be continuously forming along your gritted teeth. A small blinding light was forced into your chest and all the never-ending pain seemed to have vanished. Your vision now visible, taking in steady breaths instead of the harsh jagged ones, it felt like you were resurrected again.

"You... intrigue me to say the least. The cries of pain amuse me like no one has ever before." He let out a hearty maniacal laugh which reverberated through his helmet, "We're going to do this dance again and again until I grow weary of it. Every time you fall, snap, break, you will fall right back here."

Through the rusted iron bars, the Black Knight threw a heavy sword at your feet, "Enlighten me Crusader. Free yourself to face me again, or rot in here like the rest of the nameless lot. With each blow I'll lavish draining the blood from your body." The Black Knight turned; the suffocating air seemed to lighten up with each distant step he took.

[jztars]

Will you ever touch grass-?

No I will not my dear wizard fellow.

[jztars]

YanTober | Day 1 - Stalking

DragonBall / Yamcha

*Apologies for the delay

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How long did it take to simply have the courage to get near them?

Days? Weeks?

His hands were clammy and cold, his whole body began to sweat lightly, and for the cherry on top, his nerves were just eating him alive. He stepped into the small establishment, lowering his head somewhat low as the doorbell chimed.

He didn't need any more attention to himself.

Swallowing the bile that was rising to his throat The smell of coffee and baked pastries hit his nose, and a vague, reassuring feeling of relief swept over him.

Even if it was simply to have a quick look, it was a stupid move to follow them in. He quickly sat at an empty table, staring at the menu as if it were the most important thing on the planet, in an effort to make himself feel less out of place. A quick look above revealed his eyes glancing at them as they approached the register. When he heard them speak, he was aware that he was blushing. The heat from his cheeks was a dead giveaway. Fortunately, their voice was loud enough for him to hear; even if it was just a basic order for food and drink, it rang in his ears like a sweet song.

The voice of someone else broke him out of his thoughts. "Sir? Your order." He turned and snapped to see a girl, a bit younger than him, with an apron and a notepad.

"I didn't order-"

Idiot. You're at a Café.

"Just an espresso. Thanks..." mumbling the last bit to the waitress. She seemed to understand what he meant to say and went off to prepare his drink. The smell of fresh coffee was just as enticing as the thought of a warm pastry. Ironic since he didn't even like the sweet drink, as well as caffeine for the matter.

"Thank you for stopping by, (Your Name). Have a great day!" Any upcoming thoughts were caught in a blank, and words became a muffled mess as time seemed to inconveniently speed up. They had walked by his table, and a tired sigh seemed to leave their lips as they passed him. They didn't seem to even notice him, as if they didn't exist. Yet the feeling of butterflies bubbled into his chest.

Was this a dream?

Too fast and too soon, they were gone from his sight. He let out a large exhale, letting go of the breath he wasn't aware he was holding in. The familiar chime of the bell hit his ears again; they were out of his sight. It made his stomach twist a little. The familiar warmth was gone and ripped out of his body.

Well, now he can't just get up and leave; he already placed an order. With his morals and frustration in check, he let out a sigh, trying to calm himself down. Bringing his fingers up to trace the scar on his cheek, it was much harder to blend in with a crowd. He'd have to stop by their workplace an hour later; perhaps he would get to see them working. His heart thumped harder into his chest as it rang throughout his ears. If he was lucky enough, maybe he'd get them as a host.

"(Your Name)..." he whispered softly, his hands trembling at just the mere thought of them. His breathing was a bit heavier as the thoughts began piling up into a mess in his head. He completely dismissed the drink being placed in front of him and the return of the waitress.

"Your espresso is ready, sir!"

"What? Oh, right- here." He took out his wallet and placed the bill on the table. Snatching the drink, he quickly made his way out. The familiar and warm sunlight hit his eyes as a wave of awkwardness rushed to him. Walking down on the opposite side of his usual route, he placed the drink on top of a bin before continuing on his way.

He was such a fool.

Another chance had slipped by just as it was in reach.

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✨YanTober✨

Dedicated to this month of October I will (hopefully) be writing yandere stories. Wether it lives to the genre depends how coherent I am writing them.

The fandoms involved is going to mostly consist of dragon ball but it can change depending on the mood.

With all due respect credit to the people who made the list :D

Notice: I wasn't able to really able to get to any requests so they're still in development hopefully throughout the month I'll be able to get them out for you guys to enjoy.

[jztars]

PKMD Semi-Yan!Grovyle with Hero!Reader

It already hurt being separated in the first place by a mere storm, so why did you have to go and find another?

Even with the knowledge of your memory loss and his other companion Celebi there's just the unsettling pain lingering around his heart.

Your companion if that's what he has to call them stands by your side as if they knew you for ages. You talked and protected them with your life as if they would do the same.

Was this what jealousy felt like? A sickening poison enveloping his thoughts and emotions. Or just some cruel trick fate had to bestow upon him?

The way you spoke to him was almost on edge, the friendly tone couldn't mask over how you were still on guard as if he couldn't be trusted.

Hope still lingers in his heart regardless of all the events that had transpired in the weeks prior.

You'll remember him... Eventually.

[jztars]

Hey! I'm a writer with no life and a horrible memory. Below are all the fandoms I write for and hopefully will be updated in the future.

- Overwatch

- Dragon Ball

- Jojo Bizarre Adventure

- Pokemon/Mystery Dungeon

- Kirby

- Bakugan

- Obey Me

Small notice I do enjoy writing Yandere so any X Readers of the genre I'm completely comfortable with. Requests are oh so graciously welcomed.