robin buckley.

“ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 . . . 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙. ”

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#FROMBAND , a private , selective portrayal of robin buckley of stranger things. scooped by pidge ( she / her, 24 )

blogroll : multimuse. nancy wheeler.

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for anyone who may still be active, i’ve revamped robin’s blog! find her here ♥️

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for anyone who may still be active, i’ve revamped robin’s blog! find her here ♥️

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*scuttles onto your dash* like this for me to hurl some memes at you like it hasn’t been 84 years

[robin-buckely]

ROBIN BUCKLEY in STRANGER THINGS 4.06 | Chapter Six: The Dive

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the urge to plot currently has me in a chokehold so like this for me to come by to scream at you about our muses!!!

[trashybooksforladies]

[soulrph]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

idk what this is my dudes, i got angsty, then spot.ify gave me a soft song, and i decided to resolve the angst briefly by writing up these! i hope y’all enjoy!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ hey, look at me… you can do this. okay? you can. “

“ it’s gonna work out, alright? i promise.

“ you’re not alone, okay? not anymore. i’m right here with you. “

“ you good? “

“ here. hold my hand. you get scared again, squeeze tight, and i’ll help you. got it? “

“ shh… it’s okay… breathe with me, okay? in… and out… good job. “

“ we’re gonna figure all this out together, i promise. “

“ that’s it… there we go, good job… let it all out. “

“ of course i came. you called me. what’s wrong? “

“ hey, why don’t we get out of here? would that be better? “

“ you wanna get out of here? i know a great coffee shop a few blocks away. “

“ do you wanna talk about this, or be distracted, or left alone? “

“ you don’t have to be so strong all the time. it’s okay. cry. i’ll be strong for both of us. “

“ hey, i got you some water. drink it all, you’ll feel better. “

“ it’s been a long day. why don’t you stay here tonight? i can take the sofa. “

“ c’mon, you gotta eat something. and i can’t cook, so take-out it is. eat up. “

“ let’s go for a walk. staying here is the worst thing we can do, right? “

“ don’t you pay any heed to those morons. they don’t know you. not like i do. “

“ it’s okay. i got you… “

“ we don’t need to talk unless you want to. i’m happy to just sit with you for a while. “

“ it’s alright. you take your time… i’m gonna be right here whenever you want to talk, okay? “

ACTION PROMPTS.

[ KNEE ]:          sender gently rests a hand on the receiver’s knee to stop them from shaking it.

[ MOUTH ]:          sender notices the receiver’s distress from across a crowded room, and silently mouths “are you okay?” to them.

[ SIT ]:          sender guides the receiver into a seat after noticing them becoming upset.

[ BESIDE ]:          sender sits next to the troubled receiver at a social event so that they don’t have to feel alone.

[ BACK ]:          sender rests a gentle hand against the receiver’s back, silently checking in on them.

[ HAND ]:          sender takes a gentle hold of the receiver’s hand, as a form of emotional support and reassurance.

[ JOIN ]:          sender follows the emotionally unsettled receiver out of a crowded party and into a secluded space to check on their well-being.

[ BREATHE ]:          sender begins to take slow, deliberately even breaths, encouraging the receiver to copy their motions until their own breathing is back to normal.

[ SPOON ]:          sender lies beside the receiver and becomes the big spoon to comfort them.

[ GLANCE ]:          sender glances at the receiver while in a public setting to assure them they aren’t alone, and ground them in doing so.

[ BLOCK ]:          sender deliberately stands in front of the receiver to prevent them from seeing something that may upset them further.

[ SHIELD ]:          sender deliberately stands in front of the receiver to protect them from a targeted attack (verbal or physical).

[ DISTRACT ]:          sender, noticing receiver’s distress, provides a distraction for them (by conversation, a mobile game, a detour, etc.).

[ ARRIVE ]:          sender shows up at the receiver’s door after receiving a troubled phone call from the receiver.

[ CIRCLE ]:          sender rubs slow circles on the receiver’s back while hugging them in an effort to calm them down.

[ FOREHEAD ]:          sender lowers their head to press their forehead against the receiver’s, trying to comfort them in the process.

[ ANCHOR ]:          sender places a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck and pulls them close in an effort to physically and emotionally ground them.

[ HOLD ]:          sender holds out their hands to the receiver, either to hold hands or to hold them.

[ AROUND ]:          while sitting together, the sender quietly wraps an arm around the receiver’s shoulders as a support.

[ SHOULDER ]:          sender reaches out and places a hand on the receiver’s shoulder, both to catch their attention and silently ask if they’re okay.

[ JACKET ]:          sender notices the receiver beginning to shake after an immensely distressing incident, and removes their own jacket to wrap it around the receiver’s shoulders.

[ CATCH ]:          sender, noticing the receiver’s legs beginning to give out beneath them, rushes over to them and catches them before they collapse to the ground.

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pssst. hey parental muses . . . robin’s got some applications for you to sign here , here , and initial here. don’t worry , she has a pen.

[robin-buckely]

ROBIN BUCKLEY in STRANGER THINGS 4.06 | Chapter Six: The Dive

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so hey if i wrote nancy would you guys wanna write with her 👉👈

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✨ she has arrived !!! ✨

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so hey if i wrote nancy would you guys wanna write with her 👉👈

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robin loves her canonical big sisters brina and kenz. this has been a psa.

@shyires @honeyedxhearts

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𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭   𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞   𝐡𝐨𝐰   𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐠𝐨𝐭   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.   robin   most   days   could   barely   walk   a   straight   line   without   somehow   getting   lost   along   the   way.   but   somehow   ,   the   circling   of   her   pedals   and   the   spinning   of   her   bike   tires   had   managed   to   take   her   from   the   side   of   the   road   paralleling   the   forest   and   to   FAZOLI’S   ,   the   new   italian   place   that   had   opened   its   doors   just   a   few   months   ago.   𝚒𝚝   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚊𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜   𝚘𝚏   𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎   𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗   𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛   𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚜   𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜   𝚘𝚏   𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗’𝚜   𝚘𝚠𝚗   ,   steering   the   handlebars   to   who   she   needed.   

                                                           steve.   

usually   her   bike   had   little   use   anymore   ,   for   steve   drove   her   to   and   from   whatever   destination   she   needed   to   be.   which   was   convenient   ,   considering   most   days   their   destination   was   shared.   be   it   their   joint   shifts   at   FAMILY   VIDEO   ,   or   stopping   by   JOE’s   to   split   a   large   grease   bubbled   pepperoni   pizza   between   them.   𝗯𝘂𝘁   𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁,   𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲   𝗵𝗮𝗱   𝗮   𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲.   his   first   date   since   they   brushed   shoulders   with   the   end   of   the   world   ,   and   robin   had   insisted   he   go.   𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥   𝘩𝘪𝘮   ,   𝘢𝘯𝘥   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯   𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥   ,   𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵   𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘥   𝘣𝘦   𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦   𝘵𝘰   𝘣𝘪𝘬𝘦   𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦   (   as   long   as   he   brought   her   a   doggy   bag   of   breadsticks   ,   of   course   )   

oh   ,   how   she   regretted   that.   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕   𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎   𝚑𝚊𝚍   𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚋𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔   𝚝𝚘   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎   𝚜𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍   𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑   𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎   ,   𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔   ,   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚒𝚝   𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍   𝚒𝚝𝚜   𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑   𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗   𝚊   𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍   𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢   𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚔   𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘   𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗’𝚜   𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑.   she’s   knocked   from   her   bike   ,   and   the   growling   of   whatever   beast   had   pounced   on   her   caused   her   bones   to   rattle   ,   her   ears   to   ring.   claws   create   tears   in   the   fabric   of   her   clothing   with   ease   ,   like   ripping   wet   paper.   robin   hasn’t   even   time   to   emit   a   scream   as   jaws   open   wide   and   sharp   teeth   sink   around   the   blade   of   her   shoulder.   shaking   hands   reach   to   push   the   offender   off   ,   and   a   coarse   fur   makes   itself   familiar   with   her   bloodied   palms.

was   it   some   sort   of   animal?   can’t   be   ,   what   kind   of   animal   could   grow   to   such   a   size?   𝙞𝙩   𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩   𝙖   𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙣   ,   𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩   𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝   𝙬𝙖𝙨   𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚.   

robin   can’t   remember   much   after   the   bite.   she   can’t   remember   when   the   beast   had   left.   can’t   remember   how   she   found   the   strength   not   only   to   push   herself   up   ,   but   to   throw   herself   back   onto   her   bike   and   pedal.   she   doesn’t   remember   the   time   nor   the   paths   it   took   to   take   her   to   FAZOLI’S   ,   𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁   𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻   𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿   𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴   𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹   𝘀𝗵𝗲   𝘀𝗲𝗲𝘀   𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲   𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.   they’re   sitting   outside   ,   on   the   little   outdoor   patio   adjoining   the   restaurant.   the   back   of   the   head   of   the   girl   he’s   sitting   across   from   is   facing   her   ,   and   robin   tries   to   remember   her   name   as   she   stares   at   it.   riley?   molly?   

she   supposed   that   wasn’t   the   question   her   brain   should   be   wracking   over   at   the   moment.   

steve   doesn’t   notice   her   ,   not   right   away   ,   not   quite   yet.   but   he   has   to   ,   robin   needs   him   to.   

𝚜𝚑𝚎   𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝   𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍.   he’d   know   what   to   do.   he’d   know   how   to   fix   it   ,   how   to   make   it   better.

                                                                          wouldn’t   he?

𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎   𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚔𝚜   ,   𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚘   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚜   𝚠𝚑𝚘   𝚑𝚊𝚍   𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍   𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜   𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍   𝚘𝚏   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚢.   she   utters   but   two   syllables   ,   desperation   drenching   them   like   the   sugary   syrup   she’d   pour   over   the   pancakes   steve   would   make   them   on   sunday   mornings   ,   

                                                    ❛   steve.   ❜

@withink​​ gets a plotted werewolf!robin starter.

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She remembers hearing something about stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. If she thinks back to when she was younger, just a kid running away from home for the final time, she can remember going those stages in her grief of losing what should have been a safe and loving childhood.

When she first hears the news, denial hits her quickly. No way can her best friend be gone. There was just no way that the clever, beautiful, funny, strange and awesome girl she'd grown to love as a sister was gone.

And then the anger follows like lightning after a crack of thunder. Not just gone - taken. Taken from her, from all of them. Taken from the bright future she had glowing before her. She was young, just a kid still like the rest of them, she had so much time left. She should have had so much time left. But some evil creep had come along and taken that from her.

Maybe they could get her back. Maybe they could jump back down into the stupid upside-down and fight that gross ballsack looking douche again and force him to give Robin back.

But even as the idea popped in her head, Kenzi didn't really believe it would work. Even if they did kick Vecna's slimy ass, there was no guarantee that he even had the power to bring her back.

And that just.. breaks something deep within her. The first few days -- or weeks, she doesn't keep track -- all Kenzi can feel is a horrible ache in her chest. Like her heart is physically broken but somehow still keeping her alive. Most of her meals are in the form of bottles of vodka, with desert in the form of the same ice cream she always got from Scoops when she was visiting the freckled sailor.

But it's not sustainable, even for her, and soon she has to escape the murky depths of depression. Or at least break the surface of it. She doesn't know if she'll ever swim free of it..

Or if she'll ever reach that final step of her grief.

(for the meme 😇💔)

my muse is dead, tell me how your muse is dealing with it.

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they're all sitting on white little plastic chairs in the waiting room, it's weirdly reminiscent of that night so many years ago. except this time, they're not here for some kid he barely knows. this time, they're here for his best friend, his other half, his soulmate.

he doesn't know how long it's been, he stopped trying to keep track of the time a long time ago. he doesn't know how long it's been until finally a doctor is coming out to talk to them, he doesn't really pay attention to anything that's being said. the words coming out of his mouth sound distant and far away. he doesn't pay attention to the gasps he hears from beside him, doesn't pay attention to much until finally the doctor stops speaking and that's when he stands.

"okay, so, can we go see her now?" he asks, he doesn't know what room she's in, but he's sure they'll tell him.

a sympathetic look crosses the doctor's face. "sir ... i don't think you're quite understanding me, your friend, she's-" he doesn't let the doctor get any further than that, shaking his head quickly. "look, i don't have time for this, can you just tell me what room she's in so i can go see her please?"

he feels a hand touch his shoulder, hears a whisper of his name, and that's when he turns to face nancy. her wide, blue, eyes are brimming with tears and there's that same sympathetic look on her face. "steve ... sit down, please. you can't - you can't go see her."

but steve just rips his shoulder out of her grasp, scowling as he does. "bullshit i can't go see her." he turns back to the doctor now. "take me. you take me to go see her right now, or i swear to god i'll cause a scene."

the doctor lets out a sigh, and he's still wearing that same goddamn expression. "i'm really sorry, but i can't do that. her parents have already arranged for her to be taken to the-"

and steve cuts him off again, shaking his head quickly. "no ... no you shut up, okay? you just - you need to shut the fuck up. i -" he looks around, and they're all looking at him like that and they won't stop. "all of you need to shut up, you're all wrong. you're wrong. everything is - she's fine, robin's fine. she's not - she just, she just took a little tumble. she does that all the time, she always falls, she's a klutz, it's nothing new. and we'll laugh about it in a few days because she's fine, she's fine, she's fucking fine and i-"

and he tries to ignore the tears in his eyes, tries to ignore the way his chest is heaving, tries to ignore the way it feels like his whole entire world has fallen out from under him. because if accepts any of that, it means admitting the truth, admitting that she's -

but then joyce is approaching him, and she's cupping his face, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and pulling him into her arms. and he can't hold back the tears anymore and he's sobbing, full on sobbing into her shoulder in the middle of the waiting room and he can't seem to stop repeating "she's fine" over and over into joyce's words, just wanting to will the words to be true.

after that though, he doesn't really remember anything. doesn't really remember the next few days, doesn't even really remember her funeral. which he knows is bad, but there's also a part of him that's relieved he doesn't, because maybe if he doesn't he can convince himself that none of this is real. that's all just some big, fucked up, dream.

but sadly, it's not, and life goes on, and he tries, he really does to keep going. to get through life without her. but it's so, so, damn hard. when he wakes up in the middle of the night and he can't breathe and can't just call her number and have her talk him through it. when he looks over into the passenger seat of his car and she's not there. he quits family video a week after her funeral and doesn't bother looking for another job, he knows he'll need one eventually, but it doesn't feel right working without her. he cries when nancy and jonathan graduate and she's not there too. he cries when he goes to get mcdonald's in the morning and automatically gets her order without even thinking about it. he cries when her parents bring him a box of all the stuff he'd left at her house or she'd stolen from he. he cries when he gets his first ever tattoo in honor of her, a little robin on his wrist.

he cries when he goes to visit her, every single day without fail. he drives up to the cemetery and sits in front of her grave and he talks for hours. tells her everything he can, tells her everything she's missed, keeps her caught up on everyone's lives. and he tells her, tells her how he misses her so much. more than he's ever missed a single person in his life ever. how it feels like a part of him is constantly missing. how he doesn't know how he's supposed to do any of this without her. and how he loves her, he loves her probably more than he's ever loved anyone, and he's never going to stop. and then he'll end the visit with a kiss to her headstone and a promise that he'll be back tomorrow.

and of course, eventually, he does learn to get through every day without it being so painful. the tears become less frequent and his smiles show up more often. but, it's also obvious to anyone who knows him, that he's just not quite the same. his smiles don't reach his eyes, there's an air about him, an almost heaviness that he carries with him everywhere he goes, it never seems to fade. and to those that don't know him, just talking to him, it's obvious there's something missing from he, that's not as complete as he's supposed to be. and if asked, he'll give a smile, one that almost does reach his eyes, and take the opportunity to talk about the greatest person he's ever known.

my muse is dead, tell me how your muse is dealing with it.

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at first she poured herself into being there for steve, but after a while she had to stop. the last few days have been a blur—a lonely blur. she knows she still needs to be there for steve. he and robin were best friends and nancy barely knew her, but she felt like she’d known her forever. and she can’t seem to move past that thought. she’s dealt with loss before—not that that makes it any easier—but this feels different. she feels like she missed out on something that she can’t put her finger on, and she’s scared that now she’ll never be able to pin that feeling down. now that robin’s gone. that thought alone is enough to bring fresh tears to her eyes. she feels like she’ll never stop crying. it’s bullshit. and moving on through life without her newfound confidant is worse than anything else. what if? what if? the query haunts her, and it always will. (u kno what meme this is for)

my muse is dead, tell me how your muse is dealing with it.