#TEOTR

[xoabrielle]

STORMS [TEOTR 0]

it seems like arabella's luck never runs out - until it does.

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cw: mentioned alcohol use, drug use,

Philadelphia - 1985

Arabella knew her luck had run out. 

Realistically, it probably should have ran out long ago. But stumbling home to the townhouse her and her mother shared after getting dragged home in the back of a cop car? Yeah, her luck was definitely out.

Juliet Concord stood at the steps of the townhouse as her daughter swayed in the handcuffs that currently held her. Arms crossed and house robe on, the rollers in her hair that Arabella swore made her look like Grandma Concord. Juliet narrowed her eyes at her daughter who stood still locked in handcuffs. “Thank you, officer. Again, I’m so sorry.” 

Juliet assured the officer, who promptly unbuckled the handcuffs as Arabella laughed, winking at the officer. “Take me out to dinner first, wouldja?” A sharp look from her mother was received, Arabella rolling her eyes. “Oh relax, m’fine.” 

The slurring of Arabella’s words and the glossy look in her brown eyes assuredly said different. Juliet promptly grabbed her daughter’s before she fell up the seven steep steps that led into the townhouse. The hardwood floor that lined the house scuffed against Arabella’s black boots, the black sheer tights that adorned her body ripped in places they weren’t when she left - not that Juliet knew that. Arabella slumped against the couch as her mother scurried away, fetching a water bottle before returning. “I cannot believe you, Arabella! Galavanting with..with those people, sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night with no remorse!”

Arabella truly was too far gone to have this conversation, not sure if it was the drugs or the vodka, but all she could do was muster a smile and a thumbs up. “Yada, yada, yada. M’fine! See?” 

The minute she stands she’s back on the couch with a slur of giggles. “M’kay, so maybe NOT fine but-”

Juliet scoffs as she paces back and forth, the plush carpet that lined the living room becoming disheveled. Her house robe was wrapped tightly as she crossed her arms. She looked back at Arabella’s wide eyes, her voice demanding as she grabbed her chin. “Tongue. Now.” 

Arabella scrunched her nose and tried to turn away but it was no use. Her mother was a certified nursing assistant, she knew the signs. She reluctantly opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. A small, square sat on the tongue, some sort of rainbow depicted on it. Juliet wanted to scream, to cry, to shake her daughter to her senses. She grabbed the nearest trash can, “Spit it out, Arabella. Before I call the police and have them take you away. For good.”

Another eye roll as Arabella lazily spit out the new tab. The party had been busted and sadly Arabella was in the small circle in the back of the random house, and running wasn’t in the cards for her. “I can’t even look at you right now.”

Arabella, still in her own little world, snorted. “Then don’t.” She laughed at her own comment, bracing herself on the coffee table before she fell over. Juliet let something out that was a mix of a pained sigh and shocked noise. “M’tired, can I go to bed?” 

Juliet shrugs her shoulders. “Well by all means, if you so desire it!” She watched her daughter fall up the steps as tears pierced her eyes. How did it come to this point - and what the hell was Juliet going to do about it? She sat down on the couch, unsure if there was anything that could be done. She had tried an all girls school, week long rehab program, she had even tried signing her up for one of those inspirational talks. But it all seemed in one ear and out the other. 

The happy family photos stared back at her as she thought. The smiling little girl with two pigtails and the red ribbons had been replaced by an eighteen year old with no remorse for the world. Juliet’s eyes scan until she lands on the photo of her brother with a baby Arabella in his arms. An idea sparked, Juliet reaching for the phone and dialing a familiar number. 

“Hey Jimmy, it’s me. Question for you,” Her nails tap against the coffee table before she sighs, “How do you feel about Bella coming to visit?”

[psychangels]

SEND HELP.

[modmad]

MOD MOD MOD I read that Q&A and I'd never read The End of the Rainbow before and!?? It's so good???? Like, punch me straight in the feels good, I mean good gracious. The White Balloon was so much and so intimate and personal like only grief can be, but TEOTR was so much on a wider scale with lots of fantastic character moments, and I know you said it's not perfect (I draw too, artists NEVER see their work as "perfect", do they?) but it's so well drawn and it works so well. I KNEW there'd be a happy ending and I still got sucked in and still got my heart wrung in so many delightful ways. Thank you for you great duck comics 💜💜💜

ahhh thank you! :'D like I said in the QnA that one in particular means a lot to me so I'm always very happy when people discover it!

[jooniperhun]

The End of the Rainbow | ot7

pairing: tall!black!reader x bts, poc!reader x bts, woc!reader x bts, black!reader x bts

genre: fluff, strangers to friends to (maybe) lovers, romance, comedy, misunderstandings, (slight) angst, smut (maybe??), idol!au

rating: PG-14 (may change)

warnings: swearing (may change)

summary: Your current job as a travelling housesitter has taken you to many places, some strange and many wonderful. When the acquisition of a new client takes you to Korea for three months, you wonder if your self-esteem can survive being around so many other-worldly looking people. Also, not to be paranoid or anything, but maybeperhaps you’re being stalked by the same seven strangers? They’re pretty loud and always surrounded by a tonne of people, so you write it off the first few times.

But this shit is getting excessive, chile. And annoying...

Rhetorical question, but what lies at the end of a rainbow? You hope that it’s a pot of gold, but with the way that your luck has soured, it might just be seven short(er than you), rowdy leprechauns ready to flip your world sideways...

status: coming soon

a/n: Currently at 2.3k words for the first chapter, so it should be up by the end of the week! There really aren’t that many black!reader stories anywhere, so I decided to write a few. I have maybe 3 more in planning right now, but I want to get a few chapters into TEOTR before I start them! To my five (5) followers that I somehow have, I hope this is content that you would want to read?

Also, while I am a black woman, I am a bit above average height. I thought that it would be good to get some representation out there for my tall, amazonian goddesses out there. Please, if I get anything wrong in regards to how you are viewed socially, let me know! I swear this won’t be like tall girl, lol. 

Also also, I am a (first year) college student, so while I’ll be trying my best to update consistently, please keep in mind that I’m basically having to teach myself everything because of corona. My college is all online, so while I’m sitting pretty at home, I’m kinda depressed that I couldn’t spend my first semester on campus :(

I’m excited to see what direction this story will head in! I have the vague impression of about 17 scenarios planned out already, but two or three might be all in one chapter. Thanks again!

[lovecrazysaladcollection]

“「文明と文化の違いを述べよ」と言われて「文明は腹の足しに、文化は心の足しになるもの」と分かり易く説いた学者がいる” - 北國新聞ホームページ - きょうの時鐘 - Page2RSS (via plasticdreams) (via teotr) (via ljmp) (via otsune) (via d-d-d, plasticdreams) 2010-02-24 (via gkojay) (via tanekichi) (via hmskz) (via keyaki4221)

[latenightwithmred]

5/2/17 - AntiFa, To UN Or Not To UN, Acts Of Aggression Against Mexico

[xoabrielle]

THE END OF THE ROAD

Life was a chess game and Arabella Concord was the game master, everything was a chess piece. A bat of her eyelashes, a pout of her lips and the charasma she exuded proved that. But Arabella would quickly learn that ‘check’ couldn’t get you far enough in this game. After her mom hits a wall with how to deal with her daughter, a family photo reminds her there may just be another option. Arabella is shipped off to her uncle’s for the summer, with the hopes of fixing the mess she had gotten herself wrapped up in.

It's a shame the only thing she ends up wrapped up in is Billy Hargrove sheets.

billy hargrove x female!oc. cw: smut, drug use, alcohol use, mentions of abuse and character death (non-canon compliant), unhealthy relationship dynamics, will add more as they appear.

marked as [TEOTR]

masterlist below the cut

prologue: storms

runnin' with the devil

don't stop

saturday night's all right (for fightin')

photograph

centerfold

gold dust woman

nothin' but a good time

just what i needed

epilogue: time after time

[psychangels]

wondering what to write next. not sure what i'm more motivated to go for.

maybe i'll work on smth more light hearted next

[jooniperhun]

Okay, y’all! The week is officially OVER!!!!! i will now be back on my writing bullshit 🥳🥳🥳 I am giving myself until Monday to post either the new chapter of TEOTR or the one shot I’ve been thinking about!! but college is REALLY piling the projects on rn. it’s getting REALLY ridiculous. we have about 2 more weeks in the semester, hallelu. the end is almost here!!

[xoabrielle]

RUNNIN' WITH THE DEVIL [TEOTR 1]

arabella's fateful arrival in hawkins has her staying with her uncle after her mom couldn't take it anymore.

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cw: mention of death/loss, mention of fake ids, mentions of drug use

Hawkins, Indiana - June 1985

Hawkins hadn’t changed since Arabella was six. She doesn’t remember much, but she remembers the smell of farmland and the emptiness of the town in comparison to the bustling streets of Philly. She knew the small business owned by someone’s grandmother or father that was passed down through generations. It was the little things in Hawkins. Probably because that was all Hawkins had to offer. 

At the minimum, at least it was warmer here than in Philly. She was able to finally wear that pair of jean shorts with the black belt and that cream button-down, unbuttoned of course. The small white tank top she had underneath hid enough, even if her uncle Jim rolled his eyes at her outfit. “Do you own a different car? I think one police car ride was enough this week.” 

Arabella said, arms crossed as her uncle drove past the corn rows and into the small town. The Welcome to Hawkins sign could be seen but Arabella didn’t feel welcomed - she felt suffocated. Her mom didn’t waste any time in booking the closest flight possible, she had been dragged home in the cop car on Tuesday and she was on the flight to Indiana by Thursday. “Sorry, chickadee. You did it to yourself. At least you’re in the front this time around.” 

Hopper tries but the joke lands flat, her giving him the side eye as she looks back out the window. Uncle Jim lived on the outskirts of Hawkins, still in the town but his cabin was nestled to where the woods granted peace and quiet. “Figured you wouldn’t mind riding in the Blazer, considering it’s been a while since you rode with me,” Hop says again, Arabella shrugs her shoulders. Maybe under different circumstances, yeah. 

“If I wasn’t being forced against my will, maybe.” She sighs, stretching her arms out in front of her. The bracelet her dad had gifted her rattled on her arm as she stretched, pulling her arms back into the crossed position on her chest again. “It’s like she couldn’t wait to get me gone.”

She slumped against the leather seat as Hopper chuckled, pulling into the cabin’s driveway. The cabin stood on rusty legs but did its job, a few steps lining up to the porch. He patted his niece's leg before looking at her, cutting the engine, and taking the keys out of the ignition. “She just wants what's best for you, Bella. Can you blame her after what happened?”

“S’not my fault she decided to work the day shift!” Arabella defends, putting her hands up in defense. Hopper gives her a pointed look, getting out of the cop car as Arabella follows. She opens the backdoor and slings her backpack over her shoulder and grabs her suitcase, Hopper grabbing the larger one. 

“That’s not an excuse and you know it, kid.” He grunts, walking toward the stairs of the cabin. Arabella rolled her eyes and followed. She knew it wasn’t an excuse, but it had become routine for so long that it's what it honestly boiled down to. She realized that maybe coming home with a new tab on her tongue wasn’t the smartest, but the cop car had already given her state away before she could even make it up one step. “Look; your mother and I both agreed that whatever is going on,” Hopper gestured to where she stood, a disgusted look on her face, “ends now. Before you seriously end up hurt or worse, dead.” He pointed. She nodded at that comment, knowing better than to argue with him when it came to that. It seemed that loss was her uncle’s specialty at times. 

“Doesn’t seem like it’ll be hard now.” She muttered one last time under her breath as Jim was too focused on unlocking the door. A push of the knee does it, both of them walking in as Hopper sets her suitcase down. “You have a singular chair in front of your TV?”

She asks, turning toward her uncle. The living room bleeds into the kitchen, most of hte furniture matching in a sort of weird too late for the sixties but earlier enough for the seventies type of way. The living room had a small TV, a recliner, and a loveseat that looked worn, but loved. He shrugs his shoulders as he lugs the suitcase into what she last knew as Sara’s room. “I’m a simple man.” He retorts, opening the door to reveal two beds instead of one. The room was small already, but the two beds and two dressers left no space to do really anything. The green wood paneling seems to be peeling in places, the one side of the wall is covered in pictures, posters, and notes as Hopper placed Arabella’s stuff on the bed with a red blanket. “You still like red, right?”

Hop asks, looking up at his niece. She nods, “Yeah, uh. Still like red.” Her face paled at the implication of sharing a room with her uncle. As if Hawkins wasn’t enough punishment. “Do you, uh,-” She started, turning to point to the bed with the colorful green, yellow, and pink crocheted blanket on. He clears his throat the, same horrid expression on his face. 

“No, no. Jesus.” He says, a hand pulling at his beard as he breathes, “That’s where your cousin sleeps.” 

Arabella looked at him with raised eyebrows, a puzzled expression written across the girl’s features. Cousin? Last Arabella was concerned, her cousin had died a long time ago from cancer. Besides, by the time Uncle Jim and her now estranged aunt Diane had moved away from the city after a messy divorce, Sara had been buried and Hopper lived alone. 

“Oh!” Hopper says, “No, uh, you're adopted cousin. Name’s El. Big sweetheart.” Is all he gives away as Arabella stands and nods, trying to make sense of the fact she was whisked away to Hawkins for some sort of behavior treatment, and on top of that is sharing a room with a random cousin she’s never heard of. She stands there and nods slowly, Hopper taking that as his cue to leave. “I’ll let you settle in then chickadee.”

She shoots him a thumbs up, slinging her backpack onto the bed as she heads to the doorway. He turns around before calling out her name again. “Mhm?” She responds, turning to face him as he smiles softly.

“Even if it is not-so-great circumstances..”, he starts, nodding to her, “I’m still glad you’re here.”

~~~

After a few minutes of haphazardly spewing her items around, Arabella was finally unpacked. She had shoved her clothes in the small dresser, her shoes under the bed and the pack of smokes she was sure her uncle would confiscate if he caught a whiff of under her mattress, the room was starting to feel a little more like her.

As much, as it could, she supposed. The room door opened and Arabella turned over her shoulder, figuring it was probably her uncle coming to bother her again. She was met with a girl with short brown hair and brown eyes looking at her with a smile. Arabella made a face, she didn’t mean to, but she tended to wear her facial expressions freely. The girl sits down on the bed next to the dresser, watching as Arabella packs the rest of her stuff away. “Hi.”

The girl, who Araella had presumed was El, speaks. “You are.. Arabella?”, her words are spaced out and everything seems to be formatted like a question. Arabella doesn’t think anything of it, just nodding her head. 

“Bella’s fine.” She mutters, turning around to sit on the floor. Her back was pressed against the dresser as she looked at El. “You’re El?” The two girls just stare at each other, not knowing really what to say next. Arballea decides to start the dreaded conversation. “How old are you?”

“I am fourteen.”, El says slowly, almost as if she doesn’t know her own birthday. Arabella draws her lips in a thin line and nods. “How old are you?”

“Depends on what state you’re in.” She chuckles to herself. El stares at her confused, not understanding the innuendo of having multiple IDs. Arabella waits for the girl to get it, but she doesn’t. “I’m eighteen. Have an early birthday.” 

She lets out. She did have an early birthday, considering she’d be graduating high school at nineteen. El smiles, growing up in the lab she never really had anyone to look up to, and she was hopeful Arabella could be something of her sister. Arabella seemed cool, really, really cool. “Are.. are you staying here?” 

El says, eager to learn more about Arabella. Arabella sits down on her bed across from El, looking at El as she sighs, leaning against the wall. “Seems like it, doesn’t it?”

El doesn’t pick up on Arabella’s melancholy tone, only the fact she would be staying here. The bright smile that shines on El’s face is an indicator enough. “We will have fun summer.”

Arabella wasn’t holding her breath. arabe

[psychangels]

I got'chu. *Slowly pulls out chair and sits down*

Tell us about your fics. Go off.

now that i've actually been asked all my Deep Thoughts about everything have evacuated my brain (not to mention that i would have to spoil some things...for Escapism that doesn't really matter anymore, but still)...so...uh...

here's your trivia. remember this for the quiz. (joking)

In a Blink and You Can't Get Hurt by the Things You Don't Know are the only two fics of mine that are named after lyrics from songs from the actual game (in a blink being the more obvious one lol. the latter's name comes from My Heart Feels No Pain).

The End of the Rockstar's title comes from the song Popstar by New Hollow (which is also where the first chapter's title comes from). actually, the whole of the Escapism AU is inspired by that song

originally, in chapter 5 of TEOTRS, chai was actually going to go to the scrapyard and leave cnmn there.

the socks chai puts on in chapter 6 are based off of these

also the jacket and boots he puts on in that chapter are meant to be the punk jacket & boots from the in-game set

the clothes he wears at the start of that chapter are the "jacket" from the prototype set, these sweatpants, and the scarf from the player 2 set

as some might remember, in the original version of In a Blink, i put some implications in that kale was into chai. i have long since removed that because between then and now, i have grown to dislike the pairing. the only reason i included it (and really shipped them at all) was because i just thought it'd be funny

there's a couple of fics i wrote for Escapism that have since been deleted for various reasons. said fics are Win Win (because i was going to rewrite it), 24 (felt kind of out of place & i was going to include it in a fic that covered some things from the gang's pov), and Dreams and Lies (felt kind of derivative in hindsight & out of place)

Meet the (New) Department Heads' title is a reference to TF2's Meet the Team videos. i was originally going to just called it Meet the Department Heads, but i wanted to save that for if i ever decided to do something with the canon heads (which i do plan on, though i haven't decided if that's what the fic will be called)

Lightning in a Bottle is named after a song by Watt White. it was originally called Undead Lullaby (named after a song by JT Music), before i changed it because that original title didn't really fit with what the au is actually about, seeing as chai isn't undead, just a demon

the first chapter of Lightning in a Bottle was going to essentially be 2 chapters in one, lining up with how i personally like to play through hfr's tracks (if i don't have time to do more, that is) (i play them in sets)

more about that first chapter: early on, when i was first writing the summoning scene, i included macaron and cnmn. i removed them after i wound up making that fic into a whole Big Longfic with a Proper Story, because originally it was just going to be a small, fun halloween thing

all of my transfem chai fics are named after lyrics from Metamorphosis by Penny Parker

chai's outfits during the first and fourth scenes of The Veil is Breaking Down are based off of real clothes! (the dress during the first scene is a combination of two different dresses, and his shoes from the fourth scene are these)

speaking of that outfit from the first scene, originally it was going to be black, white, and red, but i care too much about color symbolism so i changed it

[jooniperhun]

I really like "The End Of The Rainbow". Love your writing style and can't wait for the next part. Don't feel too stressed about uploading quickly though. Take care of yourself. :)

OMG you’re my first ask! Thank you so much! I took a break from writing yesterday because I was in school and doing schoolwork all day (it was super productive) but I didn’t wanna burn myself out! I hope you take care of yourself as well! I’m really excited to get the ball rolling on TEOTR, tho! I have a lot planned for the plot!