cherry | any pronouns | adult | art only my main blog is @lostgaytestsubject
girl idk anymore i draw what i like and what i like rn is robin buckley
terfs ain't got friends and trans women are women
ive seen a couple of diner aus where robin is a waitress and steve is the fry cook but hear me out: switch their places. steve as the charismatic waiter who playfully flirts with any interested customer (at this point it's mainly for the tips) and robin as the cook in the back that customers see flashes of periodically through the service window but is mostly preoccupied with flipping pancakes and scrambling eggs for 90% of her shift.
(nancy starts coming in and sometimes she catches robin's eye through the window as she's sitting at the counter and robin can't do much more than give her a wink while she prepares someone's hashbrowns and you know what nancy can stay a couple more minutes. she wont be that late to work.)
not extremely into steve/eddie but i have to admit "guy who projects his hatred of heteronormative/neurotypical society onto a guy who he thinks is a microcosm of everything that has ever rejected him and despite his rejection of it is actually trapped in his own version of the high school hierarchy" x "guy who was really once that microcosm but in gaining a new support system has moved past the hyper-masculine desire for the american dream that was pushed onto him by everyone (including the first guy) and has created a happier, queer-er life for himself because of his chosen family" is an interesting dynamic
re: childhood friends drawing i just posted, i think nancy was the tallest until middle school and then the Peak Height In Grade School Curse hit and she stopped at five feet and just had to watch as barb and robin traitorously shot past her
aromantic asexual barbara holland who was content with simply having a best friend and couldn't understand why nancy was suddenly ditching her for a guy they'd known for maybe a year at that point
ronance gayass maine summer vacation where they have to stop in the town of derry for the night and their only reaction to pennywise is "god fucking dammit not again"
stardew valley au where nancy is relocated to the stardew gazette (working title) as a pseudo-promotion actual-punishment from her boss to get her out of his hair and she ends up meeting the local farmer, robin, who likes to swing by with fresh produce from time to time :]
i feel like a natural extension of robin gaining a support system is her inevitably recognizing her own suicidal traits/tendencies in others and now taking on the role of understander for them
i buried a hatchet ch 7 - maybe we've got all the time to grow (and maybe we don't)
Thereâs something warm simmering deep in her chest, something both enthralling and terrifying. Itâs the same something warm that she thinks might have always been there, maybe, the same something warm she keeps pushing down because sheâs not supposed to want it.
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But Robin does something to her that Jonathan never has. That even Steve didnât really do. And as sheâs lying in Robinâs bed, both of them bathed in an aurelian morning glow, that warmth thatâs bubbling up in her lungs is so intoxicating she could drown in it.Â
She wants to drown in it.
you want blood and i promised ch 1 - my body is made of crushed little stars
Steveâs eyes immediately flick down to her hands as they anxiously wring each other out. Her hands, which are tainted and covered in black long after sheâs scrubbed it all away; stains so deeply ingrained that even though she wants nothing more than to dig her nails into her skin and drag them down the length of her arm and strip it down to the bone (and is her blood black like the dust in the steel mill?) she knows that even if she bled herself dry, sheâd never feel clean from it, not really.Â
It is taking everything in her not to try.
you want blood and i promised ch 2 - if this is a prison, i'm willing to burn my own chain
Steve, still holding her, still rocking her, fucking reaches up with one hand and somehow manages to hug her head in response. Kisses the very top of it, like the thought of someone cracking open her skull and cutting away all the rotten parts of her brain is too much for him to bear.Â
Maybe he knows, just like her, that the whole thing is ruined. Ripe fruit left out in the sun too long. She keeps scraping the mold off it, pretending itâs fine, but the networkâs already seeped into every crevice and taken root. She could hear the flies buzzing weeks ago.Â
Maybe he knows, just like her, that if they did try and lobotomize her, there wouldnât be much of anything left.
exit wound
That part of her that aches is on fire, and itâs eating her alive.
Flames are licking up her insides, and sheâs choking on the ashes of her burnt out ribcage. And she tries so hard to swallow the embers and stamp them out, but sometimes it feels like Hawkins wants to watch her burn, because this godforsaken town keeps tossing fresh coals in and stoking the blaze.Â
This town is going to suffocate her.Â
She needs to get out.
Operation Croissant, she calls it, because if her desire to leave is dressed up like a tourist in front of the Eiffel Tower and dusted in pastry flakes, then she can pretend it isnât what it actually is. She can pretend that her flight risk behavior is just the adventurous spirit sheâd inherited from her hippie parents, a go-where-the-wind-takes-her mindset, a desire to seek, to learn, to find somewhere she belongs.Â
Because surely, thereâs somewhere she belongs.Â
And surely, that somewhere isnât Hawkins, Indiana.Â
Operation Croissant, she calls it, because if she lays in bed late at night and imagines the breeze that will caress her face when she walks through the open door of the airport and out into the Parisian streets, if she imagines the way the golden evening light will stream through clouds and illuminate the Seine River, the little ripples in the water glimmering like thousands of little diamonds running through the heart of the city of love-
Well. Itâs far more comforting than the alternative.
leave the light on
And he looks at her. Really looks at her. And though his brainâs still sloshing around in his skull and the drugs are still fraying the fabric of reality and the corners of his vision are warped and stained blood red, he gets the feeling thereâs something else sheâs not telling him.
So he asks her again, quietly, gently; âyouâre sure youâre okay?âÂ
And Robin, whoâs just had the floor ripped out from under her, whoâs seventeen and now knows firsthand what itâs like to be tortured by evil Russians, all pale skin and bloodshot, red-rimmed eyes from the drugs and the crying, throat raw from screaming obscenities at Soviet military soldiers, crusted vomit at the corners of her mouth and the side of her chin, snot running from her nose and blood that might be Steveâs smeared on her cheek - how did that even get there? - and her biggest secret still lingering out in the open air; Robin just quirks a small smile that doesnât even crinkle her nose the way itâs supposed to. âI just spent the past twenty four hours of my life trapped in a secret Russian base,â she snarks in a voice thatâs a little too hollow. âIâm having the time of my life.â
zombie apocalypse au where itâs actually the tail-end of the apocalypse and theyâve actually started development on a cure for zombies and robin is actually in the process of getting cured when her facility goes up in flames for one reason or another and she has to escape with the papers for the prototype vaccine and she stumbles upon the hawkins survival group and now has to pretend to be as human as she can while traveling with them to deliver the papers to the only other credible research facility in the country. and itâs also gay.
everything is kind of going smoothly for a while until robin gets injured or something and is unable to take care of herself physically and that's when steve discovers the old bite scar on her ribs
zombie apocalypse au where itâs actually the tail-end of the apocalypse and theyâve actually started development on a cure for zombies and robin is actually in the process of getting cured when her facility goes up in flames for one reason or another and she has to escape with the papers for the prototype vaccine and she stumbles upon the hawkins survival group and now has to pretend to be as human as she can while traveling with them to deliver the papers to the only other credible research facility in the country. and itâs also gay.
