#this one was the first in a numbr of months

[ghwosty]

Ya know how I've been saying "oh I haven't had the nightmares related to the emotions I felt during the hurricane in a while I must be over it" well that was a fuckin lie bc the other night I had a dream again where the street in front my house turned into a rising river and I had to quickly grab things I could hold and get out to higher ground

[athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit]

Getting back at writing, is, well, hard. My grammar and vocabulary and basically everything is messed up so I apologize in advance for that. It's been, almost a year ever since my last written fic. That time I was still crazy with Kimetsu no Yaiba and the KyoTan ship. I'll post it some other time ^^.

Anyways, I present to you my attempt in making a plotted work from a random thought that came over me this morning.

Pairing: Tai'chi Kashharzol (Orc) x Pearl Blackbell (Human OC/Reader)

Warnings: Basically none. Except for some curse words.

UD 01/10/21: Cleaned and revised some parts! Tried my best, hope it was enough.

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Of Ice and Blood

Part 1

Quick backstory and some details I left out in the main work.

It was in summer, 28th of July, when Pearl Blackbell turned 19. She left her home and moved closer to the university she’ll be going to. She rented an apartment about five blocks from the school. Albeit small, it was cozy and proper, having what she needed: a kitchen, a decent-sized bedroom, a small living area with a worn but comfy couch, and a bathroom.

When she was younger, her parents started training her in martial arts and the use self-defense weapons. They needed to make sure she knew how to protect herself against assaulters and dangerous people, she was after all, their only child and baby girl . They want their daughter to be strong, both inside and outside, by the time she sets out on her own and leaves home.

Her favorite self-defense weapon was brass knuckles, despite her parents’ protests. She enjoys punching nasty people and feel the crunch of their bones beneath her fists, especially racists, sexists, bullies, and the lot. The main reason why she got into detention multiple times.

Painting it with a ruddy color, she keeps it in her person, no matter where she goes. She has two, one is for extreme situations, while the other has only two knuckles. It stills maximizes the damage dealt but it is relatively less dangerous than the full dusters. The second one is usually a spare, though she rarely uses it.

She also occasionally carries a pair of retractable nunchucks, which she designed to be hidden within her regular baggy clothes. Her father had trained her vigorously with them and she even bested him in a match before she left for the city.

Selkoth, the city of marvels.

Distant sounds of buzzing cars reached my ears as I opened my eyes and blinked away the sleepiness, the light shining from the spaces in my curtains rather helping, together with the warmth it brought to my chilled tawny skin.

[Start of the actual work]

I fully woke up as I registered the sound of my phone alarm, shortly getting up to prepare when I realized what day it was.

Monday, the first day of my college life.

I stepped into the bathroom and took a quick shower, knowing I bathed thoroughly last night to save some time today.

Time management is key.

I dried myself down, turned to my closet and started putting on the outfit I picked out the night before.

Prioritizing comfortability over appearance, I wore my favorite orange cotton shirt, my blackish-blue hoodie (that had been stained with blood some time ago, but don’t worry, I know how to clean out blood. Mama raised no fool.) over it, together with a pair of black skinny jeans. And of course, tight black sports bra and boxers, even mentioning my underwear yes?

I looked over to my mirror and it was—

Simple. And I loved it. The more simple it is the better.

'“Keep a low profile over there, sweetie. Don’t get into fights when you can help it okay??? We already taught you and prepared you to the best of our abilities. Promise to us that you’ll stay safe, and healthy. Okay? And don’t forget to call sometime.”' I sighed, remembering my mother’s words.

"Yes mama, I will.”

With a smile, I did my hair and went for a tight Dutch braid, it going down between my shoulder blades and ending a little above my waist. I ran to my kitchen to eat breakfast, satisfied with my look.

I eat fast okay

Backpack, check. White sneakers, check. Phone and keys, check. Airpods on, playlist shuffled, I bolted out of my apartment and jogged all 50 blocks to school.

Exercise is always important, and what other way to utilize time for exercising than to do it while heading to your destination, right?

I snickered.

As I made my way to the university, I saw bizarre creatures and monsters of different sizes, coexisting, and interacting with humans. Even so, I noticed other people’s disdain and bitterness towards them when I passed by. My nose is awfully sensitive to scents that sometimes the ones their body releases tells me what they feel at the moment. It’s all science, I guess. I was made extra susceptible to these, so I wear a mask everywhere and every time I go out just to partly block most of the smells.

My first day at a university open to everyone across the country gets my blood pumping with excitement. To think that I’m going to study at Ernestine State University, the Ernestine State University!

I first heard about the uni back when I was a child. News broke out about Victor Ernestine, committing suicide by driving his car off a cliff because he couldn’t accept that his daughter was one of the major leaders who made the unity of all people, of all races, possible.

Dramatic.

Months after Mr. Ernestine died, all his properties and riches were passed down to her daughter, who took over as the new founder of the university and rebuilt it to accommodate everyone, no matter the size and shape.

The strictly all-human school, renovated, reshaped, and repurposed, was now the first university to open its gates to everyone in the country of Yundomia.

I’ve always yearned to get to know other species in this world. I didn’t get the chance previously because my parents sent me to an all-human, local high school. Which sucks. I hated how everyone had a certain hatred for the other races, especially orcs. They keep talking about how they are wild beasts and savages that aren’t meant to be in society.

They treated them like animals that are void of emotions and intelligence.

Come to think of it, I mostly fought with humans who were either racist, bullies, bastards trying to hit on me, or a mix of all of them together.

I chuckled, remembering how many times I got counseled on not punching people in the face.

High school was pure torture, being a human-exclusive campus making it worse, considering how everybody smells so horrible and the principal was an egoistic dumbass I was a hair away from gutting him. My poor nose.

But now I’m done with that! I’m starting anew in this school, in this city. Perhaps make some friends along the way.

Which is kinda problematic.

I’m not the social type. I tend to keep things to myself and hardly open up to anybody. I wanna make at least one friend that isn’t human! Or just, one good friend. I didn’t have or made any friends in the past since people tend to shun me out just because I can tell how they are feeling and find it creepy.

Or they’re afraid to get punched in the face.

Entering the campus gates was like stepping into another world. I was met with the sight of humans and monsters walking together and conversing! It was nice, and I don’t get to see this much often.

I walked around and took in the landscape of the campus. It was huge! And beautifully designed to have a great number of trees and plants, while also having space more than enough to accommodate every student going to their respective classrooms.

I was minding my own business and it was all serene, until some bastards pushed past through me and knocking me to the side. I stumbled but didn’t fall. I was gonna say something, but I shut my mouth. I didn’t want to cause any trouble on the first day for goodness’ sake. So I brushed it off and went straight to the gym for the orientation.

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The orientation was, intriguing. The dean seems nice, though I couldn't smell him from where I sat. There's also a student council made up of both humans and monsters which is a good sign. The student council president was a Minotaur with a dark brown coat and horns curving front and pointing up. The vice-president was a male student who looked decent enough. The secretary was an elf. The treasurer, a dwarf. And the rest were humans. I couldn't scent any of them to tell me what they were feeling at the moment, but the Minotaur looked uncomfortable, his hands behind his back, body going stiff when they were introduced to the freshmen. There was a larger numbr of humans than monsters, which was expected. I also noticed how both were grouped, a white line in the middle of the gym separating us from them.

Maybe to avoid any misunderstandings?

We were informed that today will be for introductions to your classmates and subject teachers so there will be no lessons at all. Hooray!

I was walking to my first classroom when a damned familiar smell attacked my nose. I stopped to stand for a moment and adjusted my mask. I looked around to spot the one emitting it and of course, saw a human. He looked, well, the typical playboy cool boy who used too much body spray on himself.

Not wanting to stand there like an idiot and prolong my suffering, I speed walk to my classroom and planned to sit at the back hoping no one would notice or ask why I’m wearing a mask.

That's always what they ask first. Not my name or how I was doing.

I expected to find no one inside since it was still early, but I was startled to see a massive orc sitting at the back looking out at the window. He was wearing a dark gray knitted sweater that was hugging his hulking frame very…well. Along with what looked like thick cargo pants and black boots.

He turned to look at me when I let out a small yelp, greeting me with his piercing, blue eyes.

Beautiful.

The orc had long, braided, jet-black locks. Two of them had distinct beads that trailed down from the side of his face and down to his chest, the rest of his hair behind him braided with intricacy and tied and ended halfway down his back.

I was pushed out of my trance when a person entered and crashed into me, swearing under my breath that it was intentional, nearly making me plant face-first on the trash bins if I hadn’t changed my footing at the last moment.

“Watch it, bitch, you’re gonna ruin my make-up,” she snapped.

Wow. She dared to call me that and not apologize like I’m the one who shoved her. Just wow. Usually at this point, I would have planted her face on the floor, but I stopped myself.

Low profile! Low profile Pearl! You’re in college now! You definitely don’t want to get suspended on the first fucking day of class now do you?? Keep it together.

Straightening up, I walked towards the back and sat beside the orc. Whose gaze fell on me, curious, when I wasn’t looking.

I made myself settled in my seat before the professor came in.

There were other races in my class. A blue tiefling sat three rows in front, wearing a casual outfit. A black-haired elf who looked and dressed clever, a row away. A cute pink pixie on my far right. A satyr wearing glasses, two seats in front of me, and a female lizardfolk a seat from of the pixie.

"Are you...alright?"

I almost jumped from my seat when the orc beside me spoke. I couldn’t help but admire how deep his voice was. I tried not to appear flustered, my mask helped with that.

“Uh…yes?”

The orc regarded me for a second before continuing.

“You were pushed earlier.”

Oh. He saw that?

“Oh, yeah, I’m okay.” I smiled at him. Then I remembered he can’t see my face. But I hoped the crinkling of my eyes gave it away.

“I’m Pearl, by the way.” I reached out my hand to him, socializing not my best suit but at least I tried.

He paused for a second before taking it into his bigger one, engulfing mine and shook it slowly. I was again, surprised by how gentle he was.

“Tai'chi.”

Interesting.

“Nice to meet you, Tai'chi.”

He lets go of my hand when the professor started talking up front.

“Nice to meet you too, Pearl."

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Thoughts? I am wide open for constructive criticism :D

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[slowpoke79]

every odd numbr!

THANKS jes si love u  i  put them under a cut to be Kinde

1. Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend?

i have an AMAZING partner! 

3. Are you a jealous person?

i definitely can be but i try not to be ndgngd

5. Do you chew on your straws?

yeah and then i choke on them

7. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?

i dont think ive ever actually made it to 48! probably a good thing lol! 😄

9. What should you be doing right now?

probably studying,.

11. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months?

almost all my past relos have been over 6 months and my current one is a year and 2 months so yeah!

13. Do you believe in love?

yes!!! i love love!!!!

15. Who was the last person you talked to? 

u , on discord, but u didnt fucking reply???? get out fake best friend!!!

17. Will you get married?

tbh i am a little terrified of marriage but id also love to get married SO

19. Does anyone like you?

well lets just say i SURE fucking hope so

21. Who was the first person you talked to today?

i think it was scout!

23. What are you NOT looking forward to?

the hsc

25. Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?

‘opposite sex’ is FAKE anyways someone has told me they loved me and meant it and i am so lucky to be loved

27. Do you plan on moving out within the next year?

holy shit i hope so. its gonna be really hard and im still trying to figure out if itll even be financially possible but i really need to get out of this household

29. How many TRUE friends do you have?

im scared to count in case i forget someone! but i have quite a few and im lucky to have them

31. Have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend?

well some of my exes are pretty close w my current partner so kind of i guess? but not reeeally 

33. Who was the last person you drove with?

my mum dropped me to the bus stop this morning so

35. If you could move somewhere else, would you?

yes

37. Can you live a day without TV?

i dont even watch tv. and without netflix/etc? yeah probably

39. Three names you go by…

phi, phoenix, and then theres some nicknames Only One Person/A Few People call me (nixie, pj, phee, pheonix)

41. What is your all-time favorite romance movie?

uhhhhhh i dont really watch romance but like, love simon was good

43. What’s your current problem?

like, school

45. Your thoughts of long distance relationships?

😭😭😭😭😭 most of my relos have been. i dont think i could ever do a distance longer than the one im doing now again

47. Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you like them?

hmm a bit yeah!

[nova-of-avalonia]

7- fake relationship AU (I live for this trope)

“You’ve GOT to be fucking kidding me!”

Turns out, Bobby Singer, in charge of the White Collar division of the FBI, was not, in fact kidding. Seven hours after Dean yelled out those words in an FBI briefing, he found himself standing in an exclusive, gay and trans only resort in Key West. Trouble was, Dean was NOT gay… okay so he wasn’t ONLY gay. He was a little gay. He was bisexual but that was beside the point. The POINT was, he was in fucking Key West, with fucking Castiel Novak the biggest geek in the analytics department and Dean’s “boyfriend” for the next several weeks while they tracked down a well-known art thief. 

In the 9 years Dean had worked at the bureau, he doubted he’d said more than 4 words to Novak. Novak was a geek, he worked analytics, he crunched numbers, he wasn’t a field agent. Dean was a field agent and a damn good one with a 72% closure rate with his partner Benny Lefette. They had an amazing record, and the only reason Benny wasn’t playing boyfriend was because he was going in as one of the new security officers hired 3 months prior. 

“I assure you I’m just as good an agent, Winchester,” Novak sneered at him across the table, glaring behind his ador- geeky glasses. Christ, the guy had the bluest eyes Dean had ever seen, even behind the bottle rims and the death glare. 

Dean wasn’t sure he quite believed that line, but he had no choice, here they were, the happy couple in paradise. Dean hated the place already. It was warm and sunny and people were wearing Hawaiian shirts carrying electric blue drinks with umbrellas. The ONLY saving grace was Novak managed to make friends with their target on the very first day… the fucker. He’d been lucky, Dean was sure of it.

The case shouldn’t be too hard though, act like he was the doting boyfriend, get the thief, Meg Masters, to trust them then take her in. Easy as pie. Speaking of pie, the pie at the resort was AWESOME. Dean was already on his third piece when Cas- Castiel- Novak (get it together, Winchester), leaned over, lips by Dean’s ear - and he definitely did NOT shiver - to whisper, “You’ve had three, shouldn’t you stop now? You won’t fit into your tux.”

Dean scowled but didn’t order another. “I’ll look awesome in my tux, Cas, don’t worry.” 

“You’ve been calling me that a lot lately,” the agent pointed out, smiling softly. Dean’s face turned a bright red and he grumbled into his pie to cover it up. 

Truth was, Cas wasn’t so bad. Sure he was geeky, but he was sassy too and could fight like no one else Dean had ever seen, other than him and Benny maybe. There was a gym on sight, with a rink that Dean was about to call next fight when Cas had beaten him to it. He won three fights in a row before calling quits with promises to spar with the others some other time. Dean had been more than impressed and had to pick his jaw up off the ground. Cas, the asshole, had looked smug as he walked off to the showers. 

If Dean maybe watched as Cas stepped out of the shower, dripping wet with the tiniest towel in existence around his waist, no one had to know but him… and Novak who’d caught him looking. The asshole didn’t do anything other than smirk and bend over WAY lower than was needed to get his clothes from his locker to change. He was flirting, and Dean realized with dread, he was flirting back. 

Their target thought they were adorable, so around her, they played it up. Kissed each other’s necks, held hands, and whispered in each other’s ears. Usually, the whispering had to do with the case, but Meg didn’t need to know that. Dean was finding the whole thing wasn’t as bad as he’d thought it would be. It was kind of nice to be that close to someone, even if it was pretend. 

And it was pretend, right up to the point when Cas stuck his tongue down Dean’s throat in the middle of a dance. The sparks that had gone off weren’t just due to the flaming turtle dessert being wheeled out. Dean felt his entire world shift and snap into place. He pulled the man closer and kissed back like a man dying of thirst. When they pulled away it was to whistles and catcalls, and a few inappropriate comments (mostly from Meg). Dean stumbled back to the table and was quiet most the rest of the evening. Cas kept shooting him concerned looks but held the conversation for the two of them.

Meg played her hand 2 weeks later and they caught her stealing a Rembrandt the resort had in one of their luxury suites that cost 10K a night to book. Dean, while happy to catch his thief, was bummed he’d have to give up the pretense of dating Cas. He liked the nerdy guy and wondered, on the way back home, if they’d ever have gotten there on their own. 

Things went back to normal after that. He and Benny were assigned a new case, Cas went back to crunching numbers and researching details of the bad guys and if Dean watched Cas a bit more than was strictly needed during briefings, no one needed to know why but him.

Three months later and Dean was just getting back to his pre-Cas dating way of thinking when his doorbell at his apartment rang. When he answered it, just coming back from a run, only wearing sweatpants, he was a little surprised to see an equally surprised Cas staring at him. “Hey, Cas.”

“Uh…” The other man stuttered before blinking and looking up at Dean instead. “Dean I…” he sighed and pushed his way into the apartment. Dean muttered something about “sure come on in” but the man ignored him. “I enjoyed our time at the resort. Even if it was pretend it.. felt real. I know you think I’m just a nerd who researches details and crunches numbres, but I-”

Dean cut him off with a kiss not needing to hear the rest. They were on the same page, he didn’t like that it was fake either.. and maybe it wasn’t fake. It might have started out that way, but it certainly hadn’t ended that way. Looked like he owed Benny the 50 bucks the man betted him that he’d be kissing Novak for real by the end of the month… the asshole. 

[divination-advice]

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