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❝ don’t you know the best thing about being a lost boy? we never apologize. ❞ Kim Peter Pan Taehyung

[the-library-and-step-on-it]

MODERN TWIST:

Peter Pan (Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie).

He was so full of wrath against grown-ups, who as usual, were spoiling everything, that as soon as he got inside his tree he breathed intentionally quick short breaths at the rate of about five to a second. He did this because there is a saying in the Neverland, that everytime you breathe, a grown-up dies; and Peter was killing them of vindictively as fast as possible.

[dvtaehyung]

[text - kid] I really don’t care.

「 txt : grandpa 」bullshit, you sound bitter af

「 txt : grandpa 」c’mon, even our resident prince can handle rejection……..or nah

「 txt : grandpa 」 i’m almost sorry for you

[dvtaehyung]

[text] You’ve got waaaay too much time on your hands.

「 txt : heeyeon 」 maybe—

「 txt : heeyeon 」but hey, at least i don’t look like a big ass stressball, that’s more your thing i s’ppose

「 txt : heeyeon 」you gonna get wrinkles real soon at this rate js

[dvtaehyung]

[text] You’re going to hell for sure now.

「 txt : bro 」look. i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry i ate the entire goddamn pizza 「 txt : bro 」you gonna stop whining about it now???

[dvtaehyung]

( txt: ? ) I can’t take you seriously when you’re using that many emojis.

「 txt : storyteller 」whatcha mean you can’t take me seriously (つд｀)「 txt : storyteller 」man you break my heart everytime「 txt : storyteller 」щ(ಥДಥ щ)

[dvtaehyung]

[text] You left your sweatshirt here. It’s mine now.

「 txt : sumin 」oh really「 txt : sumin 」i don’t recommend you sleep with it tho—「 txt : sumin 」unless you wanna bathe in eau de tae

[lunarchld]

Send my muse one of the following texts to see how they react:

[text] I can’t take you seriously when you’re using that many emojis.  [text] Im not drunk eveyone is just blurry [text] Could you be anymore dramatic?  [text] You need more friends… or a therapist…  [text] All you do all day is sit around and google pictures of baby animals!  [text] I just miss you. That’s all.  [text] New rule.. every time you say his name I get to punch you. [text] You’re going to hell for sure now.  [text] Why is there a life size cardboard cut out of Harry Styles in my bedroom? [text] I really don’t care…  [text] Oh no, I’m not doing that again. [text] I’ve seen every episode of Grey’s Anatomy like 3 times. I practically have a PhD. [text] Do whatever you want. I don’t even care anymore.  [text] Can’t talk now.. too busy eating ice cream and watching House Hunters International.  [text] We’re not watching Frozen again.  [text] I have no idea what you’re talking about…  [text] You’ve got waaaay too much time on your hands.  [text] Are you trying to bribe me with sex?  [text] I just don’t think moving in together is a very good idea… [text] Because you’re pissing me off!  [text] You left your sweatshirt here. It’s mine now.  [text] I need to tell you something but you have to promise not to get mad.  [text] What did I say about sending me pictures like that while I’m at work?  [text] Wait… are you serious? [text] I accidentally just called my mom a bitch to her face and now I have to run away. [text] I’m just saying that you look a lot better without clothes on! [text] I know that we don’t always get along but I really do miss you.  [text] Pictures or it didn’t happen!  [text] I’ll accept apologizes in the form of food or sex.  [text] I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry please just pick up the phone. [text] That’s really inappropriate…  [text] I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or proud…  [text] You’ll never guess who just texted me.  [text] I hate my life right now about as much as Robert Pattinson hates Twilight.

[roleplayers-ink]

balancing personality flaws

[dvtaehyung]

Conformist     ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★    Rebel      Naive     ☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆     Cynical Indecisive     ☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆     Inflexible    Selfish     ☆★☆☆☆☆☆☆     Self-sacrificing  Apathetic     ☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆     Emotional    Fearful     ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★     Reckless   Childish     ☆☆★☆☆☆☆☆     Humorless  Dependent     ☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆     Loner     Passive     ☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆     Aggressive 

[fykimtaehyung]

© Ready Made | Do not edit.

[dvheeyeon-blog]

{ scream } // hy & th

[...]

[dvtaehyung]

the dead of night had always been, ironically, one of taehyung’s preferred scenarios to take a breather. when finished the little job at hand, that is, if he was lucky enough to actually have a job to finish in the first place, his path would lead him without fault to a certain maze of alleys he knew like the palm of his hand, home to a handful of homeless kids and, more often than not, hideout of undesirable individuals one wouldn’t want to deal with at such late hour. 

his pockets were painfully empty that night, which meant no meal and most definitely, no glamour either. he was running out of supplies, and the thought wasn’t exactly comforting. if he had to resort to thievery to get himself a new dose, he would without batting an eye, hence why he was watching out for clueless pedestrians to cooperate, unwillingly so, that was for certain. that was, until he caught sight of a lonely, female figure at the other side of the street. if it weren’t, though, for the shady bunch following her at a moderate distance, she probably wouldn’t have caught his eye. then again, if there was something taehyung was known for, it sure wasn’t his selflesness; and still, his body moved on its own, crossing the streets at quite a fast pace, yet assuring no one noticed him, features concealed with a hoodie and hands deep in his pockets.

 in an attempt to keep the men at bay from said stranger, he soon wrapped an arm around her shoulders; bad idea, as he found himself with a fist on his face and an unexpectedly sharp pain on his jaw within a fraction of a second. damn, girl sure could throw a punch. “wh–what the hell?!” dropping his arm almost instantly and bringing his hand to his jaw, taehyung gave her a look of accusation, eyebrows knitted together before muttering, with an uninviting growl, “feisty little— aah shit, whatever. if i were you i’d avoid these streets, just sayin’.” and with that, he flipped his thumb toward the masked men, who were now standing, motionless and silent, in the middle of the sidewalk with a defying attitude, several meters away from them. as much as he enjoyed a fight every now and then, they’d be easily outnumbered if they dared raising a single fist. “let’s just get outta here.”

[dvsooyoung-deactivated20170530]

careless trespassing : [ sy + th ]

[...]

[dvtaehyung]

a muzzled grunt was quick to leave his lips as soon as the first rays of sunlight creeped through the window, landing on his eyes, barely open. it wouldn’t be un understatement, to say he had spent the entirety of the past couple of days sprawled on the couch; his body ached for rest, and yet his mind wouldn’t let him, or rather, a certain knot twisted tight in his guts. yet again, his glamour provider seemed adamant in teaching him the value of the precious spell, even if that meant pushing the boy’s buttons to the point of subtle anxiety, just for fucking fun. such situations reminded him of better days, when he had nothing to cling to, and still he felt an odd sense of peace within him he could recall no longer.

once he managed to drag himself off the goddamn couch, the youth set out to rummage through his poor excuse for a fridge, hoping to find some decent leftovers - or so was the idea, as the clear, sudden sound of footsteps passing by the door seemed to catch his attention entirely. soon an idea crossed his mind, although not the most honest of all, but he couldn’t bring himself to care at that point. after all, it was one of those days he’d woken up with less principles than usual, and that was saying a lot. the neighbor’s footsteps trailed off in a matter of seconds, and taehyung left his place before any second thought. a soft push in the apartment next door surprisingly sufficed for it to open, much to his delight; he didn’t really believe in luck, but hell wasn’t he having a great deal of it. he’d be quick and thorough,  just as his job required, and he’d be back in no time. despite literally having no idea who his neighbor was, he could vaguely tell by the decoration that the apartment probably belonged to a woman, and a young one at that; but in the end that detail held little importance to him, as long as she had what he needed. the question was, did she? 

after a good five minutes of searching through any drawer and box he stumbled upon - where do girls hide their valuables anyway? - an impatient huff escaped his lips. quick and thorough taehyung, just make it fucking quick and thorough, he mused to himself, and it wasn’t until he contemplated rummaging through her closet as well that something felt off all of a sudden, as if he was being watched- so he turned around, only to find the tenant herself standing right beside the door, eyes slightly widened in puzzlement. ah yes, luck is a fickle bitch, and he had finally ran out of it.

[dvseungwan-blog1]

–boyz with fun? ★☆ ssw & kth

[...]

[dvtaehyung]

when one has literally nothing to do rather than walk down the streets and cast furtive glares to the pedestrians, boredom is undoubtedly quick to strike. he's fourteen, and his knuckles are still bruised from the recent beating of that one young boy, ignorant and filled with hope, who dared standing against him in the first place; he's fourteen and he already feels the pangs of hunger in the pit of his stomach, something he didn't have to deal with when sheltered in a place he never once called home. he wonders if he'll ever get used to this, this absolute freedom and the unescapable consequences it carries, and yet he manages to crack a smile, which only spreads wider at the sound of a female voice - did she just say pirates? - echoing along the street, bringing him to rise to his feet after the briefest nap in a rather hidden, yet guarded alley.

his lips twist in thought once he locates the source of sound, a petite framed girl clad in a dress, way too absorbed in her phone call to take notice of her surroundings. the conversation she holds reminds him of the stories he once made up during his days in the orphanage, and his feet move on their own, approaching her subtly in an outburst of curiosity he won't even deny. her obliviousness makes him consider her as an easy target to steal from, though he doesn't believe a kid like her would carry much of value anyway- so he waits, his back leaning against the wall oh so casually, as if he was just another passerby enjoying the chilly morning breeze, curious eyes never parting from her figure, and when she finally hangs up with a content sigh, he's already raising his voice. 

"that was a story worth hearing." both mockery and amusement wrapping his words, he’s quick to continue before she even gets to react. "pirates are cool and stuff, but wouldn't you want to see a mermaid?" he's well aware mugging her now would be beyond easy, been apparently caught off guard, and yet his features are transparent, in a silent offer for her to resume her tale. he’s unusually eager to listen, as he had always been the story-teller and wants someone else to do the telling for once; he wants someone to assure him he’s not the only one seeking refuge in his own imagination, and above all, he wants stories about not so lost boys, who find a place to call their own after chasing away the fiercest of pirates. for an instant, he can’t help but wish someone told stories about him, too.

[kpfun]

[dvtaehyung]

&. midnight event :: cw.th

changwookdv:

[...]

in the army and their pokerfaced leader, taehyung found yet another source of thrill, something he had been lacking for quite a long time. the fact that he was generally regarded as a kid with no knowledge of the field - which ultimately wasn’t so far from the truth - was but an advantage, as none of those assassins considered him an actual threat, only pointing a gun to his nose whenever he ventured too deep in matters that were none of his business, in hopes of scaring him away. but taehyung always came back, as their leader was an intriguing individual and he wasn’t willing to miss on all the fun that he could grant him.

eventually changwook - he learnt the guy’s name from a rather talkative assassin, the kind who’d follow his leader’s commands to his very own demise - started giving him occasional jobs, as he had demonstrated his skills by sneaking into their headquarters a couple times in the past. the offer sure was appealing to the boy, who wouldn’t mind getting his hands dirty for a proper meal and some action. that one day though, he was aching for some real adventure - as per usual - and the older seemed way too absorbed in his paperwork to notice. all those numbers and symbols were giving him a headache, hence why he started looking around the older’s office, in which he had been summoned. 

“oh c’mon, does that mean you called me for nothin’? even the likes of me have better places to be in at this hour.” the visible frown etched in the other’s features caused him to crack a mocking smile in return, the sound of his scribbling slowly lulling him into boredom. though the reward was no big thing, he wasn’t expecting any more than that, his tone rather monotone, dry even, as he spoke again. “doesn’t sound so bad-- i’m quite hungry, actually.” arms folded across his chest, taehyung rested his back against the wall, as chestnut brown eyes scanned the room he was slowly starting to be familiar with; not the coziest of places, that was for certain- but after having the streets as your one only shelter, you reconsider your pickiness. while lost in thought, changwook’s voice suddenly cut through the silence; ah, yes, finally something he wanted to hear. “a little task, eh? have i ever failed you, big guy? you just tell me where the heck am i supposed to go, and i’ll do the rest.” he then allowed a pause after which he added, a somewhat amused grin now gracing his lips,  “i know, i know. no questions. not my business.”

[dvtaehyung]

dvsunyoung: 

          a roll of her eyes betrays scorn kept only thinly concealed; for better or worse, sunyoung has never been one to mince words or thoughts. in a society of others equally blackened by the degradation of the world around them, however, more often than not such contempt only draws equally caustic wit in return. ❝ i couldn’t care less about your ‘ wounded heart ’, ❞ she mocks with a decidedly unladylike snort. ❝ you’re just a ten year old in an overgrown body. ❞

despite the unkind tone her voice is holding, he couldn’t be any less bothered; if anything, he is visibly amused. he has carried such title long enough to eventually grow attached to it, as he believes it’s a blessing of sorts, having a piece of himself remain unstained even when deep in the shit hole they all call home. his eyebrows knit together in a rather puckish manner as the thought faintly crosses his mind, a ghost of a smile flickering on his lips when he finally mutters, “man, you take everything so seriously-- must be tirin’, being you.” mirroring that snort of hers, he’s quick to continue, “anyway, what brings you here again? you’re definitely not here to kill time, i can tell that much.” after all, no one would go there to kill time if they value their lives (and pockets) enough, but that she knows as well as he does.

[dvtaehyung]

okay so i’m guessing it’s time to introduce myself as well-- I’m Aya, otherwise known as the slowest rper on earth aka pls don’t hate me i’m really slow istg also i’m like very rusty sighs into the distance tbh??? anyway i’ve always wanted to join a fables rp so i might be a bit too hyped ok 

ps. this kid right here’s probably gonna be a pain in the ass if you happen to get involved with him but do love him anyway he’s lost and stupid- now have a nice day & drop by anytime, yes? i wanna get to know you all amigos

[tattouedskull]