#scoops troop art

[donttellunclesam]

a little sketch i posted on twitter yesterday for my birthday! came from a conversation with my friend nat about whether or not the striped shirt in steve's scoops uniform was attached or not 🤔

[underthestarlitsky]

two halves of one whole idiot (vickie is standing five feet away staring in confusion btw)

ko-fi requests | commissions

[eighty-five-kiszka]

S3 harringrove fanfics where billy joins the scoop troop are the absolute fucking best

[maggierosestudio]

Would you mind drawing us some Scoops Ahoy Ronance?

Abso-freaking-lutely!! 🍦💙❤️🤍

Thanks for the request! Took a while, waiting for life to cool down a bit 😅

[rambamthxman]

Oh trans cotton candy sherbert Steve Harrington how I love thee 🍧 💕

[hatter-tea]

so this past summer my sister and I rewatched Stranger Things, and oh boy did I forget how much I loved Season 3 and the Starcourt gang!

More about my summer + Fear Street WIP that will probably never get finished if you're interested

When we rewatched Stranger Things we also watched the Fear Street movies and Lisa Frankenstein, it was an 80s horror/horror adjacent summer for me. Way back then I started drawing these guys and has the intention of drawing some scenes from all 3 properties... you guys know how bad i am about maintaining a posting schedule.

so I like also got kinda whipped by this cause some people make drawing characters under bright lights look easy... I was fighting for my life working on Deena and I never even finished her so I kinda just stopped working on the piece

[twoconfusedgamedevs]

Happy Halloween! I went as Robin this year, so here's some pixel art of her as part of the Scoops Troop -M

[lavenderstobins]

very rough picture but these are my designs for the spider-people in my st spiderman au

[eldritch-ace]

Here’s some sketches from my stranger things dnd au from last year(not like anyone’s done that before).

I left some explanations under the cut…

So Steve is a high elf eldritch knight fighter/ paladin. Eddie is a black dragonborn valor bard. Robin is a half gnome illusionist wizard/ bard. Chrissy is a fairy bard. Erica is a half wood elf thief rogue. Dustin is a stout halfling lore bard/ battle smith artificer. Hopper is a half orc path of the warchief barbarian. El is a bloodline of levistus tiefling aberrant mind sorcerer. Max is a fire genasi speedster rogue/ fighter. Lucas is a half wood elf hunter ranger. I also have races and classes (and spells and character sheets) set up for characters not in these drawings too.

I have a lot of ideas of how the world would work. It’s more of a stranger things except it takes place in dnd kind of au. I tried to set up a lot of characters with that in mind. I thought through everything for quite a while and I’m pretty proud of it.

[basakvasak]

Steve and robin from season 3 was fabolous :")

[tamacatleen]

"You can't spell America without Erica"🍦🇺🇸 Erica Sinclair from Stranger Things season 3! The Scoops Troop was the best part of this season and Erica became one of my faves..that I didn't draw digitally until now (and that one "which Scoops Troop member are you?" 2019 Buzzfeed quiz said I was her so I had to 🙄) The patterns are little stars, sparkles, ice creams and 80s Applejack from My Little Pony 🍧🐎 5 color variations + sketch/base at the end Hope you like her ! 🍨✨

[donttellunclesam]

bonding after Starcourt. Robin had some questions.

(close up under the cut)

[pinklimenade]

scoops troop! ⚓

unfortunately i have been too busy to draw lately, so here's some stobin art i made back in october!

likes and reblogs are appreciated!!!! 💙💙

[thestobingirlie]

st characters in awkward 80s photoshoots

stobin send a photo like these out every year for christmas cards, and they have about a bajillion up on their walls.

claudia drove them and made them take this photo and then hung in pride of place in her living room. she loves it. calls it her picture of her boys (steve cried the first time she said it).

i do believe that if he’d had the time or ability, dustin absolutely would’ve taken these kinds of pictures with dart.

this photo happened in canon, they just didn’t show it

steve and his six nuggets

steve and the first three of his six nuggets

scoops troop!!! they spared the time while escaping the russians to take some cute pictures. totally worth it.

somewhere in nancy’s room, this photo (taken pre-s2) is hidden. i do believe that.

i know the photo is blurry, but i had to include stobickancy in this pose because of this art.

[fastcardotmp3]

Erica and Dustin underappreciated result of the scoops troop I am simply SAYING those two are lifelong friends in the making they are BUILT to catch each other's snark and throw it back in the other's face, they are BORN to push each other intellectually in a way that's fun and makes them feel energized rather than frustrated

I am just SAYING these D&D storytellers and compulsive creative puzzle solvers would not let each other go easily and would, in fact, become a dream team in an industry all but made for the storytelling puzzle solvers of the world-- Hollywood.

HEAR ME OUT. their brains working in special effects? working with the production designer and art department and coming up with new and innovative ways to make this car explode safely or that monster look particularly gooey or that set rig move in just the right way to catch just the right shot?

DREAM TEAM. no one on set has a shorthand like these two to the point where they're not even speaking in complete sentences before they're fixing a problem no one else has even noticed yet and they're brilliant at it.

they're the behind the scenes heroes known only amongst people who work in this world, but in that world? god, are they known. just a couple of hoosier kids finding exhilaration in the fast-pace of a set without any of the life-or-death terror and just two survivors getting to be the ones who not only see all the gears and guts of how the scary shit works, but make it so.

creative engineering sfx duo of my dreams THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING

[paradoxlemonade]

Like a Flower in Bloom; chapter 2/3

Fic summary: Doc Monster is a many things: he's a tinkerer, a college graduate, a creeper hybrid, and a husband to his wonderful spouse, Ren. Most importantly, he is a father. And he would do anything to make his trans daughter Scarlet happy. Even if it means becoming a Buttercup Scout troop leader and herding a trio of middle school girls.

Chapter Summary: Let's make a troop.

This is my @mcytblraufest fic, made in collaboration with my artist @watchmewhirl and beta-read my @raivaughn. You can find the masterpost for the art here.

Warnings: none!

Ao3: Here!

First - Next

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Doc pulls into the driveway about 20 minutes later, a bag of fast food sitting in the passenger seat. Scarlet needs some comfort food after that meeting, so who is he to deny her?

She trudges in the front door a few paces behind him. When he glances back, there’s a smile on her face for Ren, but her eyes are red and puffy from crying. Doc gives his husband a pointed look before he can even think of asking how the meeting went.

Instead of prodding, Ren fills the empty space of dinner time with meandering chatter about how his day at work went, a video of a little kitten riding on a dog he saw online, and whether or not ketchup should count as a vegetable. Scarlet’s smile gets a bit less forced as the evening wears on, but it also grows tired and she slinks to her room down the hall early that evening.

Doc carries the plates over the sink where Ren has already started rinsing the glasses. He sets a cup and his rag down, just staring for a moment. “...Now can I ask about how the meeting went?” His ears flatten to his head. “The other girls weren’t mean to her, were they? Middle schoolers can be the cruelest beasts.”

Doc leans against the counter with a huff and crosses his arms. “No, no, the scouts were perfectly nice.” He leans back and scowls at their ceiling. “The troop leader, on the other hand, is a heinous bitch. Excluded her a lot. Transphobic. The works.”

Ren sucks in a breath around his teeth. “Oh, she must’ve been devastated.”

He takes the lead-in to get Ren caught up on everything that happened while they finish loading the dishwasher, including how Scarlet was so torn up about the idea of not getting to be a Buttercup Scout. Devastated she was, no matter how she tried to hide it.

They finish up in the kitchen and retire to the family room couch, a laptop balanced between them. The stark white Buttercup Scout web page drowns out the soft lamplight.

Just like last time the two of them looked, most of the troops in the area fell into one of three categories: far enough that they couldn’t justify the time or gas prices, not currently accepting new members, met on a Tuesday (their standing date for Scarlet’s physical therapy, which they can’t move around due to how busy the practice is), or that asshole Symmetry’s troop, which definitely wasn’t an option. Sure, they could go complain to the local council, but Doc doubted she would play nice if they forced her to let Scarlet in.

“Apparently,” Doc mutters, running a clawed finger down the side of the keyboard, “she overheard us talking about how the other troops around here are a bridge too far.”

Ren winces at that. “Man, we’re running out of options.” He gnaws on his lip a moment, and his ears prick up a second later. “Well, all except for one.”

Doc’s not quite what one would call desperate, but he’s edging closer and closer to that word’s gravity. He gives his husband an unimpressed look. “Which is…?”

Ren scoops up the laptop and rapidly taps away at the touchpad. Tap tap tap, click-clack-click-clack. He turns the screen around after a moment so Doc can read the page title, a self-satisfied smile threatening to break.

How To Form a Troop By Becoming a Buttercup Scout Troop Leader.

Doc looks down at the screen. He looks up at Ren. 

“You’re kidding, right? I don’t want to be in charge of a bunch of brats. Just the one is enough.”

Ren snorts at that, his grin now out full-force. “Brats. Please, I know you love children.”

Doc rolls his eyes. “That doesn’t mean I want to spend one night a week trying to keep middle schoolers from killing each other.” There’s a waver in his voice. He slumps back against the couch with a huff. 

Ren leans over and cuddles up against him, laptop tilted askew by the shift. “But you would do anything for our baby girl. Scarlet wants to be a Buttercup Scout, and there’s no good troops in the area. We told her we would try, didn’t we?”

He’s not actually considering what Ren is saying, is he?

…

Goddammit.

“You’re going to help me with this,” he says dryly.

“Of course, baby!” Ren gives him a gentle kiss on the corner of his lip. Doc can feel the smile through it. “We’re going to be the best troop leaders ever!”

Doc leans into the touch, but the scowl doesn’t leave his face. “We’ll still need to find at least two more girls that we aren’t the guardians of to form a proper troop.” He picks the laptop back up and points to a subheading halfway down the page. Troop Minimum Requirements. “We also need to get certified and set up with the local council, figure out our budget , and—”

Ren reaches over and slowly closes the laptop screen, giving Doc ample time to resist. He doesn’t. “And we’ll get there. Let’s just take one step at a time, okay baby?”

Doc bumps his forehead against Ren’s. “Okay.”

***

They broach the topic at breakfast the next morning to Scarlet, who’s instantly smitten with the idea.

She stands from her seat and plants her hands on the table. “Oh my gosh, really?” There’s sparkles in her eyes. “You’ll form a new troop for me?” Wait, those sparkles are actually tears. Oh dear.

It takes a family hug for her weeping to stop, but she manages not to cry into her bowl of cereal. Her face is red and she’s sniffling, but her gap-toothed smile is one of Doc’s favorites.

“I’ll find you two more scouts! I just have to ask my friends who aren’t already in a Buttercup Scout troop! Or boys!” She makes a face at that idea. “Hang on, that’s most of my friends.”

Doc can’t help but snort at her expression. Despite being told that he and Ren can put up a notice online about forming a new troop, Scarlet insists on trying first and they stand down to her badgering. Arguing with her begging kitty eyes is an exercise in futility.

He digs more into the training requirements while she’s at school and Ren is at work, and makes some decent progress on the first module. It’s a quiet enough day, going between tinkering in their garage and parked in front of the family room computer to watch a video with a droning narrator explaining first aid.

Ren gets home first as per usual, and Doc sets him up with the laptop on the couch (and with a glass of water, and with some beef jerky as a snack) so he can get cracking on the training he needs to do to be an assistant troop leader.

It’s a quiet enough afternoon, the two of them coexisting with quietly-playing videos and the mouse-clicking of going through the quizzes.

Scarlet arrives home not long later with a shout, waving her backpack around like a spoil of war. “Guess who found you your new scout members!” She drops the crutches held in her other hand and swings around. “Am I good, or am I good?”

Ren startles and almost drops his water. “Woah baby, already? How in the world did you do that?”

Scarlet bounces on the toes of her feet. “So I talked to all the girls in my art class, but they all already had a troop or didn’t want to be scouts, and language arts was the same, and the math teacher told me to stop talking during the lecture so I only got to ask my table partners, but!” She swings her arms wide for emphasis. Doc slips over and takes her bag before she can knock a picture frame off the wall, but lets her keep talking. “But then at lunch! I was talking to my best friend Cub about needing new scout friends for the new troop, and he said that he knew some people!”

A laugh rumbles in Doc’s chest. “Did he, now?” Scarlet and Cub have been friends since kindergarten, and he’s gotten to know the kid pretty well over the years. If he recommended people to Scarlet, then there’s definitely some kind of catch.

“Yeah, he did!” Scarlet grabs her phone from her pocket and fumbles with it for a moment before flipping it around to show Doc. “Here, this is them!”

The picture on screen is of a selfie that Scarlet took in the cafeteria, presumably during lunch not long after Cub gave her the tip. Seated against the wall are two girls glancing up through the camera. The first is a very tall girl with black hair in a curly ponytail, red-lensed glasses, and curiously, a fake handlebar mustache stickered on her face. She’s tall enough to be bunched up awkwardly to be entirely in frame and her wobbly smile betrays her nervousness. The other is much shorter, a blonde avian girl with parrot-like ear feathers and a freckled, smirking face. She’s throwing up an ironic-looking peace sign.

Middle schoolers get stranger every year.

Scarlet points to mustache girl. “This is Mumbo—” and to the blonde one— “and this is Grian!”

Ren trots over to take and look and Scarlet repeats their names for him. “Huh. Cool! And they want to be Buttercup Scouts?”

She nods emphatically. “Yeah, that’s what they said!”

Doc hums in careful acknowledgement and herds them out of the entryway and back into the rest of the house. Ren ambles back to his training, and Scarlet bounces into the kitchen and grabs an apple out of the fruit bowl that lives on their island. He gives her a look. “Do you know why they haven’t already joined another troop?” Which is probably where the catch is, if he knows anything about Scarlet’s friend by now.

She waves her hand vaguely. “Yeah, yeah; Mumbo said she was too nervous to join—or, well, Grian said that for her, but whatever—and Grian said she was—” she takes a bite of her apple and the last half of her sentence dissolves into gibberish with few recognizable sounds.

Doc raises his eyebrow.

Scarlet swallows the bite and chuckles sheepishly. “Sorry. Yeah, Grian said she’s been a Buttercup Scout before, but she got kicked out of her last troop.”

What.

Doc blinks. “Did she say why, or…?”

She shrugs. “I dunno what happened. But she wants to join our troop! So that’s two more members! And we only need three!” She looks up at him with pleading eyes. “You gotta take her, ‘cause Mumbo said she wouldn’t join without Grian! And no one I asked wanted to join! So!”

Curse those kitty eyes.

He ruffles her hair and smiles through the hesitation churning in his lungs. “I did say all we needed to form a troop was two more girls.” Scarlet cheers before Doc can say his next thought. “Did you get their parent’s phone numbers so I can call them?”

Her celebration stutters to a halt like a toy running out of batteries. She clears her throat and focuses very hard on her apple. “Um, no…? 

He can’t help but chuckle at the redness growing on her face. “Ask them tomorrow, and we’ll see where it goes, okay?”

“Okay!”