— I'm supergirl And I'm here to save the world But I wanna know Who's gonna save me? Eleven “Jane” Hopper the superhero. #strangerthingsrp. A hatchling of #thedragonsnest. Banter and other interactions welcome. Pre-s5 AU.
robin buckley.
@rocknrbin.bsky.social
┈━ to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. ( PARODY. )
robin frowns, puzzlement briefly flickering across her features because — frankly, it’s usually /her/ getting all flustered over nothing. and she does feel her ears burn with the brush of fingertips against hers, but her reaction is drawn more from confusion than /embarrassment/. “uhh, yep, —
nancy wheeler.@walkemwheeler.bsky.social · 8mo ago"sure, if you want." nancy nods, smiling softly, and takes the popcorn from robin's hands. their fingers brush briefly as she does, and she fumbles, nearly dropping the bag, but she recovers quickly. her cheeks paint themselves a light pink, and she retreats towards the kitchen. "i'll, um . . . +
robin scrunches her face up, one of her hands raising as if to say ‘dude, /what/?’ “steve doesn’t have /curls/, he has farrah fawcett infused locks that don’t even move until he washes it out.” she’s yanking on his chain, just a bit. she /has/ always been curious if guys view their perm —
eddie munson.@mxsterofstrings.bsky.social · 8mo ago"i think you're asking the wrong guy, right? isn't that a question you should be asking harrington?" eddie shoves robin's boots from the kitchen table and stands, swiping his book as he does. "i don't have a . . . curl routine." he tosses the book on the counter and goes fishing in the fridge +
robin shifts her weight from foot to foot, watching the micro expressions flicker across nancy’s face. she knows her work is important to her, but … she also knows she has a habit of burrowing into it until it’s /finished/, hours or days later. she doesn’t want to force her. but she /will/ take —
nancy wheeler.@walkemwheeler.bsky.social · 8mo agoas robin steps inside, nancy closes the door behind her, then spins on her heel to face the other woman. she is offering popcorn and a movie, of course, but nancy's gaze shifts back to the work she'd been doing scattered all over her desk. "i was working on--" she stops, taking in robin's +
hey, she’s no peeper. whatever angst he’s writing is his business alone. as for /this/ . . . of course he’s going to be difficult. her eyes roll, a quiet scoff to match as she bumps her shoe into his shin. “your curl routine.” which is a joke in itself. “what is it?”
eddie munson.@mxsterofstrings.bsky.social · 8mo ago"i was /doing something/, okay." he shoots her a disgruntled look, but it's half-hearted as he slaps his song book closed and hopes she hadn't caught a look at what he'd been writing. "/what/ question?" he squints. he'd heard her question . . . but she'd annoyed him, so he'll annoy her back.
she answers the smile with a bright, crooked one of her own, and gratefully ducks into the room with a quick glance around. nancy looked busy, as always. "oh, only for the day," robin blinks, turning back 'round to face the other girl with a sheepish arch of shoulders. "i mean, if you'll allow. ―
nancy wheeler.@walkemwheeler.bsky.social · 8mo agoit's a moment before nancy swings the door open, as she'd been in the middle of writing an article, but when she does, she greets robin with a small smile anyways, happy for the distraction. "you look like you're moving in," she states in jest, stepping aside to let robin inside.
"i did," brows raise as she tips the bottle back for a sip, and she...feels a /little/ bad, honestly, but she hadn't heard a direct 'do not enter,' so . . . "aren't you supposed to have like, super hearing and stuff now? also, you didn't answer my question." she's testing his attention span.
eddie munson.@mxsterofstrings.bsky.social · 8mo agostartled from his writing, eddie jumps, fight or flight momentary activated as he whips towards the figure . . . but it's only robin, and he eases again, slumping in his chair at the table. "don't you knock, buckley? jesus christ."
plopping down next to @mxsterofstrings.bsky.social with a root beer, kicking her boots up onto the table. "so, what's your curl routine?"
knock, knock, on @walkemwheeler.bsky.social's doorway with the back of her hand -- she's hefting a movie case and microwave popcorn bag in offering.
"oh, shit," and she squints, like she hadn't noticed the injury before. too focused on the punchline of her joke. leaning forward, she extends a finger to prod at his busted nose. heathen. "wait, you're serious? good ole prince charming got knocked out by the damsel? not so distressed, i see."
steve harrington.@kingofpcin.bsky.social · 9mo agosteve just blinks at her, mouth opening and closing a few times as he tries to come up with something. goddammit, henderson. you weren't supposed to tell anyone that. "oh, you know. tried to help out a girl i thought was in trouble and got punched." gesturing at his taped nose. "the usual."
there's a beat where robin truly has /no/ idea what eddie is on about -- which, really, isn't all that uncommon. irony is a taste she knows well. she's too caught up in the whiplash of conversation, in the familiar distaste that scrunches up her face whenever someone assumes her and steve are ―
eddie munson.@mxsterofstrings.bsky.social · 9mo agoas expected, robin takes the bait and launches into her defense of nancy, and eddie just watches her with a blank expression. he knows that robin is . . . different, by today's standards, and he knows that she has different interests than what is expected in such a small town, but how to approach +
"keepin' you on your toes, harrington. you've got to stay alert these days." tongue-in-cheek, a poorly stifled chuckle cracks from her lips. kicking her boots up onto the bar of his chair. "doing anything more interesting than worrying about your farrah fawcett supply?" okay, she's bored.
steve harrington.@kingofpcin.bsky.social · 9mo agoa hand raises to the area as steve flinches, instinctively swatting at robin's hand. "hey! what the hell, buckley?"
flicks the back of @kingofpcin.bsky.social’s head as she settles into the seat next to him.
she can practically hear the snare set in the lull of conversation, and the longer eddie drags, the more tense she becomes. has he lost interest in his favored game of poking the bear already? or is he scoping her out for the optimized hunt? CRUNCH. razor wire snaps around robin’s ankle. her —
eddie munson.@mxsterofstrings.bsky.social · 9mo agofor a moment, eddie only stares at robin, trying to decide how he wants to approach this. he could, as he normally does, make a smartass comment about how she and steve are basically sharing the same, and only, braincell that they have . . . or he could take a chance with her and cautiously wade +
“believe me, i have /no/ interest in … /biting necks/—“ disgust spasms into something else, a spike of not quite /fear/, but something unnerved in her gut, breath catching in her ribs. and it has nothing to do with eddie’s vampirism. it should be the least of her concerns, given everything. —
eddie munson.@mxsterofstrings.bsky.social · 9mo agorobin chucks the dice, and eddie, wihout looking, catches it with an unsettling (to him) ease, just blinking at it before pocketning it again. "you're just jealous." he teasingly snaps his fangs at her, wrnkling his nose. "maybe if you could bite necks like /i/ can you wouldn't be pining +
a deadpan expression claims her visage as she looks at him, reaching to pluck the d20 between her fingers. “last i checked, the wind doesn’t have a bad perm or baby fangs.” and the die is shot back toward eddie. god forbid a girl takes a little cat nap on the job.
eddie munson.@mxsterofstrings.bsky.social · 9mo agonaturally, he's playing it off, turning to look over his shoulder and then back at robin. "me?" a hand presses against his chest, head shaking. "i would never. must'a been the wind."
—• I’m in a fight with the world But I’m winning •— the klepto. #strangerthingsrp. A hatchling of #thedragonsnest. banter and other interactions welcome.
it hits her directly between the eyes, because, she’s UNCOORDINATED. lifts her chin from the table and rubs at her forehead, throwing up her other hand; “what the hell, munson?”
eddie munson.@mxsterofstrings.bsky.social · 9mo agoflicks a dice at @rocknrbin.bsky.social.
don’t sound too ecstatic, or anything.
steve harrington.@kingofpcin.bsky.social · 9mo agooh great. robin's here.
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❛ MY WHOLE LIFE IS JUST ONE BIG ERROR. ᝰ an independent portrayal of robin buckley by RUIDUS. jack of many trades. semi-affiliated with the stranger things verse, built upon an au groupverse.