robin buckley.
@rocknrbin.bsky.social
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robin buckley.
@rocknrbin.bsky.social
· Nov 29
❛ 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.
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.
Reposted by robin buckley.
— 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.
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.
December 12, 2025 at 1:27 PM
— 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.
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 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, —
“uhh, yep, —
"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 . . . +
"i'll, um . . . +
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 —
she doesn’t want to force her. but she /will/ take —
December 8, 2025 at 5:06 PM
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, —
“uhh, yep, —
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 —
she’s yanking on his chain, just a bit. she /has/ always been curious if guys view their perm —
"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 +
"i don't have a . . . curl routine." he tosses the book on the counter and goes fishing in the fridge +
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?”
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?”
December 8, 2025 at 5:01 PM
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 —
she’s yanking on his chain, just a bit. she /has/ always been curious if guys view their perm —
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 —
she doesn’t want to force her. but she /will/ take —
as 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 +
"i was working on--" she stops, taking in robin's +
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. ―
"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. ―
December 8, 2025 at 2:36 AM
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 —
she doesn’t want to force her. but she /will/ take —
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?”
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?”
"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.
"/what/ question?" he squints. he'd heard her question . . . but she'd annoyed him, so he'll annoy her back.
"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.
"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.
December 8, 2025 at 2:31 AM
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?”
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?”
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. ―
"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. ―
it'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.
"you look like you're moving in," she states in jest, stepping aside to let robin inside.
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.
December 8, 2025 at 2:03 AM
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. ―
"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. ―
"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.
"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.
startled 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."
"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?"
December 8, 2025 at 1:58 AM
"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.
"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.
plopping down next to @mxsterofstrings.bsky.social with a root beer, kicking her boots up onto the table. "so, what's your curl routine?"
December 8, 2025 at 1:11 AM
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.
December 8, 2025 at 12:58 AM
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.
imagine being gay in this day and age. crazy.
December 7, 2025 at 9:27 PM
imagine being gay in this day and age. crazy.
Reposted by robin buckley.
December 7, 2025 at 6:19 AM
"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."
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 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."
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."
"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.
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.
December 3, 2025 at 4:48 AM
"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."
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."
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 ―
as 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 +
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 —
CRUNCH. razor wire snaps around robin’s ankle. her —
December 3, 2025 at 4:45 AM
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 ―
"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.
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.
a hand raises to the area as steve flinches, instinctively swatting at robin's hand.
"hey! what the hell, buckley?"
"hey! what the hell, buckley?"
flicks the back of @kingofpcin.bsky.social’s head as she settles into the seat next to
him.
him.
December 3, 2025 at 3:27 AM
"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.
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.
flicks the back of @kingofpcin.bsky.social’s head as she settles into the seat next to
him.
him.
December 3, 2025 at 1:28 AM
flicks the back of @kingofpcin.bsky.social’s head as she settles into the seat next to
him.
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 —
CRUNCH. razor wire snaps around robin’s ankle. her —
for 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. —
it should be the least of her concerns, given everything. —
December 2, 2025 at 11:43 PM
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 —
CRUNCH. razor wire snaps around robin’s ankle. her —
“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. —
it should be the least of her concerns, given everything. —
robin 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 +
"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.
“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.
November 30, 2025 at 1:07 AM
“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. —
it should be the least of her concerns, given everything. —
|| bluesky please free me from hell </3
November 29, 2025 at 6:48 PM
|| bluesky please free me from hell </3
˹ STARTER FOR @walkemwheeler.bsky.social. ˼
November 29, 2025 at 6:04 PM
˹ STARTER FOR @walkemwheeler.bsky.social. ˼
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.
“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.
naturally, 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."
"me?" a hand presses against his chest, head shaking. "i would never. must'a been the wind."
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?”
lifts her chin from the table and rubs at her forehead, throwing up her other hand; “what the hell, munson?”
November 29, 2025 at 4:39 PM
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.
“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.
Reposted by robin buckley.
—• I’m in a fight with the world
But I’m winning •—
the klepto. #strangerthingsrp. A hatchling of #thedragonsnest. banter and other interactions welcome.
But I’m winning •—
the klepto. #strangerthingsrp. A hatchling of #thedragonsnest. banter and other interactions welcome.
November 29, 2025 at 8:30 AM
—• I’m in a fight with the world
But I’m winning •—
the klepto. #strangerthingsrp. A hatchling of #thedragonsnest. banter and other interactions welcome.
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?”
lifts her chin from the table and rubs at her forehead, throwing up her other hand; “what the hell, munson?”
flicks a dice at @rocknrbin.bsky.social.
November 29, 2025 at 7:47 AM
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?”
lifts her chin from the table and rubs at her forehead, throwing up her other hand; “what the hell, munson?”
don’t sound too ecstatic, or anything.
oh great. robin's here.
November 29, 2025 at 7:29 AM
don’t sound too ecstatic, or anything.
Reposted by robin buckley.
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eddie munson
leader of the hellfire club. freak. #strangerthings. walking the threads of #corneliastreet. banter and other interactions welcome.
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eddie munson
leader of the hellfire club. freak. #strangerthings. walking the threads of #corneliastreet. banter and other interactions welcome.
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June 20, 2025 at 10:47 PM
༄ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 🎸
eddie munson
leader of the hellfire club. freak. #strangerthings. walking the threads of #corneliastreet. banter and other interactions welcome.
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eddie munson
leader of the hellfire club. freak. #strangerthings. walking the threads of #corneliastreet. banter and other interactions welcome.
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