#alwaysrevvedup

[cheerleadcr]

@alwaysrevvedup​ said: be cool about what i was telling you.

❛ Of course I’m going to be cool about it! Why wouldn’t I? Do you not trust me or something? ❜

[strcngergirls]

alt!

Send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a character I've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

Choi Deokhye is one of my most developed characters and one that will always have a huge place in my heart. She's a professional con-woman with a dark past who's roped into a criminal underworld.  I was super lucky to be able to write her with some amazing writers even though she was made in a toxic environment. She had a full redemption arc, a slow-burn friends-to-lovers ship, and even a child. She’s one of my favorite muses to date and definitely one of my favorite OCs! Her full bio page is here!

She's practically retired now but I owe my heart and soul to @paramcur for allowing me to write her and develop her through some beautiful and painful threads over the years. Deok has been through a bunch and DeokSeok will live on forever.

[barhd]

@alwaysrevvedup​ asked: Apropos of nothing, Eddie tosses a small, newspaper wrapped parcel onto Dustin's lap. A green bow sits atop it, and there's far more tape than is necessary, but it's the thought and effort that counts. The dungeon master walks away nonchalantly, sipping his hot chocolate as if nothing is amiss. But beneath the layers of paper and tape is a garishly bright Hawaiian shirt that only Dustin could rock in full confidence and a pack of batteries for the younger boy's radio. 

                  THIS   WAS   THE   SEASON   OF   GIVING,   AND   THOUGH   he   enjoyed   a   nice   gift,   Dustin   much   preferred   being   around   those   he   loved.   It   sounded   something   straight   out   of   a   dumb   movie,   really,   but   it   was   the   truth.   He   hoped   to   have   Eddie’s   gift   wrapped   and   ready   to   go   by   the   next   time   they   met.   However,   that   didn’t   turn   out   to   be.   If   anything   he   cursed   himself   as   soon   as   the   present   was   tossed   onto   his   lap.   The   wrappings   weren’t   pretty,   and   of   course,   that   didn’t   matter   to   Dustin.   Although,   the   nice   green   bow   put   it   all   together.   He   smiled   to   himself.

               HE   WAS   QUICK   TO   UNWRAP   HIS   GIFT,   TOSSING   the   paper   to   the   side   to   see   what   treasures   he   received.   Blues   instantly   spotted   the   shocking   colored   shirt   he   was   already   in   love   with,   and   easily   picked   up   the   batteries   that   hid   underneath   the   shirt.   No,   it   wasn’t   much.   But,   really,   that   didn’t   matter   to   him   either.   It   was   the   fact   that   Eddie   got   him   something.   Something   in   his   taste,   something   he   would   like,   and   something   he   would   need.   He   paid   attention   and   he   cared.   It   made   his   heart   warm.   So,   with   little   to   no   hesitation,   Dustin   ran   after   the   older   man.   Body   slammed   into   his   back,   with   his   hand   still   holding   the   gift,   but   managed   to   wrap   his   arms   around   Eddie   in   a   nice   embrace.

[cheersnap]

@alwaysrevvedup​ has given chrissy a gift ! —— It is a very small wrapped parcel that passes between his hands and Chrissy's. The size and shape likely gives it away before the colorful holiday paper is peeled off: a cassette tape secured in its plastic case. But it isn't a particular album or band but rather a curated mix Eddie has painstakingly put together on his own. Let It Go, the first metal song he played for her, is at the top of the track list---scrawled in his characteristic writing---along with some of his personal favorites from Metallica and Motely Crue. But it isn't entirely metal either. There's other songs that are meaningful and personal to him, ones he wants to share, from The Doobie Brothers, Fleetwood Mac, and Woody Guthrie.

        christmas was probably one of chrissy’s least favorite   holidays.  the family reunions where she’d have to answer a hundred questions with rehearsed, mostly insincere answers, all the nice food she could look at but hardly eat.  ( sometimes not even look at — she knows her mother watches her like a hawk whenever there was a table of food before her ).  that wasn’t to say that she hated christmas, though.  it was just so... family-oriented and god knows how much chrissy was not.

but looking at the gift from him in her hands right then eased up some of her reservations — and not for materialistic reasons.  “i make a point of only opening presents on christmas day,”  chrissy tells him apologetically, but she’s beaming.  she felt a lot less nervous about the gift she had for him now, too.  “thank you, eddie.”  and before she can talk herself out of it, she gets up on her toes to gently peck him on the cheek.  “i’m sure i’ll love it, but i’ll call you up immediately just to tell you.”

[rebelcliche-archived]

@alwaysrevvedup asked: 📜 Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse. | accepting!  

eddie:  nancy  and  i  have  that  kind  of  easy  chemistry  where  we  finish  each  other’s- nancy:  sentences. eddie:  don’t  interrupt  me.

[tthehair]

🎁

Ask Santa Steve What HE Wants for Hanukkah

" you're just not going to let this go, are you? if my last response wasn't subtle enough - uh, i could use someone under my tree. this someone would have to be the king of dorks and be into really lame music that he plays on his guitar at odd hours of the morning. oh, and he wouldn't leave the next morning. "

[zoomingupthathill-moved]

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:ASDFGHJKL NOOOO STOP IT!! TYSM DARLING <3 I ADORE YOU AND YOUR PORTRAYAL.

[daemondaes]

We haven't gotten a chance to write together yet BUT I think Cherry is a very vibrant and hilarious character and I am very much looking forward to the chance to throw these two together into some wild shenanigans. Plus like the aesthetics, the pink and purple all that. CHEF'S KISS!

i can'T BELIEVE THIS??? graves we need to finally start writing ლ(ಠ益ಠლ) don't sit there in silence...i know we tried to plot a little but didn't really get anywhere, and i hope that isn't discouraging 😭 i'm excited to see what we can cook up for eddie and cherry! even if we have to jumpstart them with a meme or something, there's got to be a way we can get things started 😤

it's so funny u mention the color scheme tho bc ngl i've grown a newfound appreciation for the color purple thanks to her? previously, i could not even tolerate purple, and honestly, i'm still very picky about the shade of it, but i'm making progress LOL pink is my favorite color, actually...yellow would probably be second, which is why i made it cherry's #1, so i'd have an excuse to draw her in it 😂 it helps that her main fc also looks really good in yellow...

ANYWAY thank you so much for your kind words and for enjoying the content i put out there, even if it can be silly and over the top at times! i really appreciate it!!

[murkyhazed]

@alwaysrevvedup said: can’t i just blame everything on my dad and be done with it? @ the one and only karen wheeler

               it   would   be   easy   to   blame   others,   but   she   doesn’t   like   to   teach   her   children   (   or   their   friends   )   to   take   the   easy   way   out.      sometimes   it’s   best   to   look   at   the   issue   deeper,   and   figure   out   where   you   yourself   went   wrong.      while   outside   influences   are   definitely   a   factor   in   how   a   person   turns   out,   it’s   also   in   how   you   react   to   them   that   changes   you   as   a   person.      she   offers   a   smile   to   the   teen,   and   shakes   her   head   as   she   sets   down   a   cool   glass   of   iced   tea.      ❝   that’s   one   way   to   deal   with   things.      but   if   you   keep   blaming   others,   you’ll   never   grow   or   mature.      maybe   take   a   look   inside   first   before   tossing   out   blame.   ❞

[kingsnack-moved]

Since fateful detention, a begrudging friendship has grown into easier banter. And by the time the holidays comes around, Eddie feels some obligation to get Steve a little something. But what does one buy King Steve that he doesn't already have? After puzzling it over for days, it hits him. 

When the day comes, Eddie swings the gift bag by the strings, lightly bopping Steve on the elbow as he approaches from behind. "Merry Christmas, Harrington." Nestled inside the bag, barely obscured by wads of tissue paper, is a can of hairspray. But it's not just any can. It is none other than The Farrah Fawcett spray---that Eddie bought merely for the humor of it, not even knowing Steve uses it on the crowning glory that is his hair. 

they've somehow become friends after the whole ordeal in detention, which was steve's only one thank god. he usually didn't let people get to him but he had already not been having such a good day and Hagan had pissed him off too many times in one day. though maybe it wasn't the worst thing to happen, he made a better friend. a genuine one, actually. eddie was so much different than the friends he used to have, but he was actually cool? steve shouldn't be surprised by that, he knows a lot of the shit his friends conjured up about eddie was bullshit anyway, everyone just believed it because eddie was an easy target. christmas was around the corner and steve was probably gonna be spending it alone-- him and Nancy were broken up, his parents were gone again, and he had no other relatives he was close to anyway, none that were alive. the last thing he's expecting is for Eddie to show up with a little bag, wads of poorly placed tissue paper covering it. "you.. got me something?" his eyebrows raise and curiosity gets the better of him as he sifts through the tissue paper and grabs his gift. he nearly shits himself when its the Farrah Fawcett spray, the same one on a shelf with his other hair products in the bathroom. "how the fuck did you know i use this?" he's half tempted to blame Henderson somehow. "did you go through my bathroom? holy shit--," a huge grin is on his lips.

[untilthcyrot]

Hidden Pictures Starters ! | “This is a very old neighborhood, Lydia. All these houses have some kind of horror story.” asked by @alwaysrevvedup

As they drove through the neighborhood on their way home from school in the later afternoon hours, Lydia's curious dark brown eyes roved over the many houses they passed to get to her own. Her house was tucked farther down the street in a more remote area, the perfect house for a couple that wanted both privacy and a place to start a family of their own one day, though those dreams never came true. Not only had they not been able to have children, but a horrible car accident prevented them from living any more dreams that they might have had. Then Charles Deetz scooped up the property and his wife carved the house to match her personality - attention seeking with nobody left impressed besides her own ego.

It left her to wonder just how many houses used to harbor innocent people living their perfectly ordinary lives until, unsuspectingly, it was taken away from them. She wondered if their ghosts had been left behind, too, tormented by a past they couldn't forget and a future they would never accomplish on this earth. For the medium, a gift she had inherited in her teenage years, it really did make her question her own mortality at times.

❝ Oh, yeah? What about that one? ❞ Lydia pointed out the window to a brick house with a slightly flickering porch light. The probability that it was just an electric issue was higher than it was that the house was actually haunted. As they passed the house beside it, she pointed to that one, too. ❝ Or that one? Do you think any of them are haunted? ❞ As monotone as she sounded, she was only having fun with him, something she knew he would pick up on without her having to crack a big smile to prove it.

[barhd]

                                     ❄️️Winter Starters❄️️

@alwaysrevvedup​ asked: “You complain about the cold, but once summer comes you’ll complain about the heat.”

                    “   AND   WHAT?   YOU   DON’T?   ”   DUSTIN   FROWNED   UP   AT   Eddie.   His   hands   stuffed   in   his   jacket   pockets   as   they   walked.   The   wind   pushed   up   against   him,   stinging   his   reddening   cheeks.   He   huffed   in   annoyance.   His   eyes   fell   forward   again   muttering   and   cursing   the   cold   weather,   “   Isn’t   that   the   normal   thing   to   do?   ‘Oh,   it’s   so   cold   I   wish   it   was   Summer’—   ”   voice   pitched   as   he   mocked   voice,   “   —And   then   ‘Oh,   it’s   so   hot   I   wish   it   was   Winter’!   ”   he   rolled   his   eyes.

               DUSTIN   ENJOYED   THIS   TIME   OF   YEAR   ANYWAY.   IT   meant   snow,   snowball   fights,   snowmen,   hot   chocolate,   gingerbread   cookies,   and   presents.   Who   didn’t   like   presents?   Summer   might   have   been   his   least   favorite   time   of   the   year.   Too   hot,   everyone   trying   to   do   this   weird   ritual   mate   dance.   Too   much   drama   came   from   it,   “   I   will   complain   about   the   cold   all   I   want   despite   being   joyful   about   the   holidays.   ”

[sheetbashed]

“Sorry about that. I think I misread the moment. But if I talk long enough and fast enough we can just act like I didn’t happen, right?”

Hidden Pictures Starters !

❝Dude - ❞ Brows FURROWED as he rambled on. She KNEW he had always been this annoying, but why was he picking NOW to let it manifest? He just HAD to go off and RUIN what could have been a NICE moment, huh? Of course. Typical. The blonde WATCHED for another second before allowing an easy smirk to CROSS her lips. It had started off as an EASY drug deal - a quick exchange between two people, but the conversation had lingered longer this time around. Tina figured she was ALLOWED to have a little fun with the OBVIOUSLY flustered boy. ❝Tell me, what EXACTLY did you think was gonna happen here, huh?❞ A single brow ARCHED upwards, and her smirk grew. ❝Did you think we were having a MOMENT?❞

[pcrfectstorms]

[ @alwaysrevvedup gets a semi-plotted starter from max! ]

navigating her new normal was more than a little frustrating, especially with the crappy government issued wheelchair she'd left the hospital with, the damn thing had a mind of its on at the best of times, but trying to navigate through the trailer park terrain was a nightmare, and she spots eddie staring which only pisses her off even more, "take a picture it'll last longer munson! or better help me, unless you get a kick outta watching girls get stuck on overgrown grass." she barks at him, eyes rolling, but honestly? part of her just wanted a little company, and she was too stubborn to just say that. her mom was at work, and she hadn't heard from the boys today, okay so maybe she'd told them to fuck off last night and that was why.

"where's steve today?" she grins goading him for a reaction, oh she noticed how the two of them had been hanging out more since they'd almost both died, how steve checked up on her almost daily, and how she'd watch him slip across to the munson trailer after. "how are you not like, dying of boredum dude? i've read like every book in my trailer, i miss the arcade. too far wheel myself there in this piece of shit." she huffs, "you have van right? --" eyes lighting up as her genius plan hits.

[notimminent]

Though we haven't gotten to write back and forth much this year, it has been a joy regardless. It's also refreshing to see someone have such a long held dedication for a muse like you do. I hope 2023 is full of more fun threads for us.

2022 is coming to an end!

Is there anything you want to tell the mun before the year ends?

[exkingbabysitter]

❝ look i said i’d help you let’s not make a big thing out of it. ❞

prompts for frenemies, enemies to lovers, and reformed villains

         asking for eddie munson's help was not his first, second, or third choice. it took swallowing down a lot of pride to even approach the guy, knowing damn well that he would take every opportunity to rub it in with a cheshire smile and glittering, up-to-no-good brown eyes.

         〝 yeah, i'd rather not, thanks. 〞 he attempted to spit back indifference, painfully aware of his vulnerable request.