at ease.

shin taehyung. extortionist. black lotus. a loyal at heart, a rebel at doing.

[mixtaehyung-blog]

update ;

mostly reason the why i’ve disappeared.

hey guys!!!

some of you probably came across my blog and said “why aren’t they kicked out yet?” yes, i am pretty inactive, and yes, i’m only doing threads with people that i know. i apologize for my inactivity, and hopefully, i will get back up to being active like i was before.

i wOULD like to say that i’d been on hiatus two times already, which is alot in honesty, and i’m ashamed of it. school has been putting me on the spot and i’ve been getting stressed from it, so i have to stray away from roleplaying for a bit to continue my studies properly. i don’t want to seem like i’m making up excuses, but really, SCHOOL SUCKS LOL.

but enough of that, taehyung will remain here, and i won’t lose him until i’ve fumblingly shut down myself to do so. i will try to plot with the new and old members, and i will try to be more active. if you want to plot with me (i rly do want to plot with you guys), please approach me by sending an im. thank you!!!

this post sounds so depressing omg.

[ilsjia]

movie spookies;

@mixtaehyung

a horror movie wasn’t exactly the ideal movie to watch on a first date, but it was better than cringe worthy romantic movies based on a book. plus, she didn’t want to see a children’s movie that will make her shed tears. besides, she’s heard some sour reviews on the movie so she knew they had to watch it together. it’ll give her a good excuse to throw popcorn at the screen and judge the movie all she wants.

she still couldn’t even believe that what’s happening now is real life and not just a dream. that confession that left her mouth was an accident. she was supposed to keep it secret and never let him know. she promised nana that she wouldn’t let him know. but his response to it afterwards had her speechless, but also thankful. and if it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t be in the movie theater, sitting next to him, wondering why she hasn’t passed out yet.

while sitting down with the bowl of popcorn on her lap, she watches the movie in front of her. she looks like she’s trying to avoid her boyfriend at all costs. but in reality, she’s not even sure what to do. all she could think of doing is eating popcorn. she didn’t want to make it awkward, but she didn’t want to do anything she would regret doing later on. it was so ridiculous that she couldn’t even make eye contact with him. so she just sat and watched the movie while eating from her popcorn bowl in silence.

the movie was getting very boring for the girl. that way she can be able to talk a lot of shit about it. she’s had this bored face on since the beginning of the movie. but right when she sees the killer’s mask, she makes a disgusted face. honestly, what kind of mask was that? it looked like it was supposed to resemble a radish. she wasn’t sure, but she already knew that this boring movie was already turning into a stereotypical horror movie mess. and all she saw the what the killer wore on his face. that, and the fact that he couldn’t have gotten a bit more creative and used anything but a chainsaw.

[mixtaehyung-blog]

for a first date, the idea of watching a horror movie is something what you call “strange” to normal people, but in taehyung’s terms, that’s the most best thing that you could do for a first date. he finds it better than going to a fancy restaurant and holding heads like what couples do in movies, and plus, watching terrible movies together with food that you can throw at people is something what you call “quality”.

the thought of dating his only friend was weird in his mind. he’s basically dating his best friend, but he can’t think of the idea of having any romantic encounters with her. he likes her more than he could explain it; though, he can’t hold the fact that he’s dating a short girl whom he stalked in high school. it’s not bad, yet he felt a lump of strange in him. furthermore, it’s better than picking up women off the streets; he’ll have an innocent relationship, much better.

before he knows it, taehyung is sitting next to jiae in the movie theater silently. every time he tries to touch her hand, she seems to avoid it quicker than her escaping from a murder, but he figured that she just doesn’t know what to do. it’s agreeable, he doesn’t blame her at all. with that, he took a handful of popcorn, shoved it in his mouth, and started chewing loudly as if he’s trying to gather everyone’s attention.

as the movie goes on, the less interesting it gets: everything becomes predictable, and the murderer is wearing an ugly mask -- not the best you could do for a horror movie. now, he doesn’t expect much from a 8% rating on rotten tomatoes, but it’s a bad horror movie, why not? after taking a sip from his soda, he turned his attention to jiae. “hey, i’m getting bored. we should do something,” he whispered quietly, bringing his face next to her ear which was enough to literally breathe down her neck.

[angereve]

dumb and dumber.

[angereve]

“yeah, a pussy, because a real man wouldn’t be complaining like a little bitch.” he sneered with a slow roll of his eyes. he was, above all, disappointed at his friend’s behavior–there had been excitement at getting together, an expectation that their time would be wild and adventurous; that, if done right, it would leave them with a looming bliss, a remnant of adrenaline. so far, though, he was behaving fatherly and old rather than like a partner in crime.

which had daehyun holding back a sigh as he peeked over the edge of the bin to see if the coast was clear; once confirmed, he turned, hardened himself against the barrage of complaints. he made a note to himself to punch taehyung once out of danger.

“how about you shut up for once and follow the leader? a.k.a me.” and he stood when he couldn’t spot anyone, knew it was their only chance to finally escape and find a better place to hide. his hand reached for taehyung’s wrist again tot pull him back up, to lead him down the streets he knew so well in a quick run; he took shortcuts and short routes, all while hoping taehyung wouldn’t lose anything. “i know a place we can hide. it’s right around the block.” he said, voice no louder than a heavy breath. “hurry, slowpoke.”

[mixtaehyung-blog]

“i ain’t a lil’ bitch. you better shut up.” taehyung irritatedly replied and scowled. when daehyun invited him to a night-out gathering, taehyung didn’t think that the other would take him out in a wild adventure which includes the cops chasing after them. of course, his childhood friend had always been rowdy in a way and he never changed from his unpredictable personality. it’s either he risk it, or he doesn’t; well, he chose the wrong option this time.

he felt like he was complaining too much, but he was supposed to be doing that specific job. nobody would just bring their friend to a thievery job where they could get caught and thrown to jail with no bail out. the only wish he had is to get out with no harm done on him, but so far, he wasn’t sure if it’ll be granted. god, please.

“no thanks, you’re not a leader at all.” he had to attach a comment and glared at his companion. he left out the fact that if it wasn’t for daehyun, taehyung wouldn’t have the most grand time of his life, but this isn’t one. “it better be around the block,” he mumbled under his breath and caught with his running to match with. “why are we even stealing shit anyway?” he whispered in question. “couldn’t you think of a better idea of a gathering than become the city’s most wanted?”

[mixseolhyun-blog]

finding.emo*

with every breath she struggled under the pressure of being alone.

this was nothing different and nothing new. the past years of her life haven’t exactly been the most emotionally fulfilling. she didn’t let it consume her; not even the smallest bite of loneliness could she allow to maim her heart, especially at work. these were not thoughts that preoccupied her often, but they loomed over her tonight under the warmth of the masquerade lights. the moment Seolhyun’s heel clicked on the party’s floor, a forced smile strained on her lips in the midst of being alone.

couples and friends mingled; even the masks everyone donned could not hide the bright eyes of people laughing with their loved ones.

Seolhyun looked to her side, to north, south, east, and west. faces she didn’t know, sharing loveliness and good feelings with one another. bodies and garments swayed and their movement never ceased.

she spent about twenty minutes standing idly before noticing a darker area of the place. there were chairs and elegant, little round tables each meant clearly for pairs. couples were currently dancing, so the tables were all empty save for a single table towards the back.

a man seeming to be around her age sat hunched over with a drink in hand. he didn’t look like he was having any more of a good time than she was, so in the midst of an emotional crisis and behind the glamour of anonymity, seolhyun took the seat across from him with a small smile.

“This the Lonely Hearts Club? ‘Cause I thought there’d be more people.”

[mixtaehyung-blog]

taehyung arrived at the occasion with two other people, but the both of them ditched him to be with others that are close to them. as much as he wouldn’t say that he’s not lonely, he is and it’s difficult to avoid it. in order to not make himself appear as if he came alone, he swiftly moved across the crowd of gowns and tuxedos and placed himself at a small table in a dark era (suitable for couples, but he didn’t care).

he had always been alone for many years and seeing that every attendant is having a grand time didn’t affect him much; at least he hoped it didn’t. he ordered a bottle of wine, eventually it was delivered and he was already on his second glass. he moved the glass and watched the liquid twirl around. he let out a snort, sighed, and took a small sip of red wine.

he watched each couple dance around the floor, listening to the different song changes, and smiled to himself. “this is what it’s like to be alone..” he mumbled and sipped again. he placed the glass on the table and leaned back to stretch his arms until he saw a feminine figure in the distance. he was confused at first because it obviously wasn’t jiae since the individual is rather tall (not judging).

as the person approached, it appeared to be an elegant woman, but he couldn’t seem to solve the puzzle of who it is. though, he isn’t able to with the mask covering the woman’s features. “ah, lonely hearts club? guess there’s only 1% out of 99% that would fit that at the moment.” he chuckled and grinned at the other.

[ilsjia]

eyes wide open ; yym&sth

[ilsjia]

she sighs, absolutely done with his joking behavior in such a stressful situation for the both of them. well, it’s more of a painful situation for him since he’s the one with the bullet in him. she doesn’t understand how he could still be acting like his usual happy self in a situation like this. if something similar had happened to her, she would be more than upset. anxious, rage, sadness, a mix of all three? if she wasn’t so worried about him, she would applaud and praise him for acting so… positive even after all of this.

she couldn’t help but smile a little at the comment after he had mocked her name. though, the hiss worried her a bit. “you’re blaming a bullet for not being able to say my name properly?” she asks him. the girl laughs softly at him, rubbing her eye.  “god, you’re so stupid. y’know that?”

the sound of the phone dropping scares for a bit. hearing him speak makes her relieved. good. he isn’t dead yet. she thinks to herself. she nods her head. “al-alright,” she replies to him. for a second, she hesitates on saying anything else. who was someone who could help her get the boy to a hospital pronto? she knew that yoongi would be out of the picture, seeing that he was the one that shot taehyung in the first place. she wasn’t sure on how hyeri would react to the news about her brother who is literally about to die…. but she needs to find someone. someone who would be able to lend a hand to be able to get to where he is at.

“yeah,” she continues. “yeah… i’ll try,” she replies, silently thinking to herself ‘please don’t die on me’.

[mixtaehyung-blog]

“well, what else could i blame it on? the wall?” he shamelessly chuckled. he was surprised himself as well; managing to keep a positive attitude towards a situation like this. boy, he gotta hand it to himself. he quickly moved his other hand on his wound to pressure it and tried to disable the blood flow from exposing further more. shit, it hurts and he couldn’t do anything about it. “stay with me... i’ll be okay.” he reassured her. “if i die, you can punch my dead body.”

“..but do that favor for me. i’ll try to stay alive..” he mumbled the words and headed at a corner to painfully turn his body. he was on the top floor and the only option he had was go in the elevator. the stairs isn’t an option because he isn’t up for falling down the steps with a wound. today is not that day. “try to contact hex...agon as well.” he snorted slightly and let out a sigh. “ask him why he shot me, so i can punch his face once i see him again.” he confidently confirmed his decision and forced himself to continue the path.

“also, don’t tell hyeri. she’ll freak out.” the signal was getting weak as he slowly walked towards the elevator; eventually, pressing the elevator button with a mere digit and coughed. “don’t..”

[mixtaehyung-blog]

ol’ day stalker; yja&kth

[ilsjia]

the smile is still on her face, but she’s not sure on how long she should keep it on. it was obvious that the conversation was getting even more awkward than when it began. good god… why did she have to get herself into this? if she looks down at nana to ask for help, he’ll pretty think she’s super weird, if he doesn’t think that already. carrying a stuffed duck around in your 20s would most likely be one of the weirdest things people have ever seen. she didn’t even have much friends back then because of how she kept carrying nana around every where.

he seems to be trying his best, though. and she applauds for his effort for trying. she’s not even sure if she could even try a little bit to make this conversation less awkward. when he stands next to her, she feels like a little bunny standing next to a labrador. she hears him mumble something quietly, but she wasn’t really sure of what he said. the pat on her back took her mind off of it. hopefully it wasn’t about how short she was. she wasn’t even that short to begin with. he’s probably just super tall. he might even be wearing insoles. who know?

she isn’t sure of how to react to the compliment. especially with the hilarious facial expression he leaves afterwards. if it weren’t for the ugly face he put on, she would’ve said a flustered thank you. but instead, she snorts at his face. wow. he’s cute, tall, AND funny. what’s next? he owns an ice cream maker? oh that would be nice if he did. “thanks,” she replies. he’s not wrong though. with her job, she’s gotten some blood on her self. but she still looks at the end of the day, so it doesn’t really matter to her.

she looks up at him now. with a closer look, she’s a bit suspicious on who he is. she was positive she knew him. she just doesn’t know how. “hey uh…” here goes nothing. “this might be a bit of a weird question, but i’ve been kinda wondering this for a while? do i know you from somewhere?” 

[mixtaehyung-blog]

his efforts were draining and he was running out of things to say. his only mission was to avoid the ‘stalking’ topic, but so far, he’s going nowhere; though, she still haven’t been remained of it yet (well, she doesn’t seem to remember). all he had to do is stray away from it and eventually take the conversation to a different direction because so far, it’s difficult and real awkward. he gave an uneasy smile at her as he continued to pat her back, but also getting a laugh in return at his joke. crimson is really his alias though; nobody seems to get his hinting nowadays.

“no problem,” he emitted another laugh. everything will be fine, he gotta maintain. he tried to keep the same face expression and away from the fact that she’s real short, so he wouldn’t crush her when he starts leaning against her. his lips curled into a smile before she finally asked him a question and this is when he starts panicking, not exteriorly though. “uh-” he paused, scratching his chin to make her assume that he’s thinking, rather than drowning himself in completely anxiety.

“...i think i...” he halted. what if she finds out that he’s the stalker? well, might as well. he gulped and continued, “...met you during high school? you really do look familiar!” he exclaimed and acted surprised to earn her trust. “it’s been a while, right? jiae...i don’t remember anyone with that name, but oh well! name changes happen.” he heartily laughed and patted her back again. after, he shifted his vision around to see if anyone is staring, but thank god, nobody was.

[destiellive]

[mixtaehyung-blog]

“I’m in love with you, idiot.”

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his opinion about jiae had always been so neutral: platonic, yet affectionate in a way. he hinted a tiny interest in the shorter before, but it was so long ago, he couldn’t remember what he said in the past. though, he could never imagine someone ever falling in love with him; he’s horrible when it comes to the idea of love, it was never in his mind. the idea of jiae showing interest in him was something new, out of all the people -- why him? he always laughed whenever someone mention about them; being together -- actually holding hands and giving random pecks like an actual couple. he couldn’t handle it.

now, it was different. it’s as if he began a trail of what a crush is like. her voice make him smile in a way and the way how she gets angry at him makes his heart ache. every gesture of hers, he'll end with ‘you’re actually so fucking cute, what the actual fuck’ and she’ll deliver a kick to the shin every time. the first thing he does in the morning is contact her with lazy hands, whether he sounded like a creepy old man or prince charming, and it’ll immediately make his day better. the existence of her in general just makes him happy; excited about the fact that maybe, one day, her hands will intertwine with his.

adventuring out with his companion for a dairy treat had become a daily routine for him, but today was strange, he was the first to suggest the idea rather than her. he thought about it and came to the conclusion that he’s being too enthusiastic over the plan of having ice cream with her. maybe, he’s starting to get obsessed -- no, that’s too much. he can’t be obsessed, it’s just a simple action of gratitude and he agreed with it.

the male sat with the other at a bench, scooping up the vanilla with his tongue and eventually crunching on the cone that carried the ice cream. his eyes wandered elsewhere, his fingers tapping against his thigh as he waited for someone to say something. jiae had been acting weird ever since they met to get a snack, but he didn’t say anything about it. she’s probably on her period -- he ain’t saying that in front of her though (last time he did, he’s pretty sure he forgot how to walk for an hour). he finished the cone with a final crunch and dusted off the crumbs; immediately satisfied with the treat and looked over at the girl.

he opened his mouth to say something, but it wasn’t what he wanted to say. “oi, are you alright?” he let out a small hiss in disappointment and prepared for some angry shouting, but he didn’t get anything. he attempted again, “you’re not on your period, are you? oh man, i should have let you stay home. maybe that’s why you didn’t call me for ice cream... i mean, you’re the one who does it, right? not that i’m obsessive or anything-” shit, there he goes. “haha, i mean- i’m not obsessed with you or anything. i swear! someone creepy would do that. i’m not creepy, i’m great- i mean, hella great!” there was a moment of silence before he let out a sigh in retreat and looked away in embarrassment of his sudden burst.

"i’m in love with you, idiot.”

his eyes widened and his jaw instantly dropped. he wasn’t sure if that was from her or anyone else, but he was pretty sure that it’s from her -- now he’s a mess. “wait, in love with me? wh- why! i mean- i’m great, but why me? i’m a loser, i mean... you know..” his hand ran through his hair and he looked at the ground, unsure what to say. he messed up twice already. he felt so embarrassed, humiliated almost. “i...i’m in love with you too-” he almost stuttered and caught himself before he did.

“you’re the most important person to me. i love you, a lot actually, perhaps even more than my narcissism. you complete my day everytime- i mean, that’s weird right? but, it’s true- i... i just don’t know what to say? i never thought about being together with you before.” now, it felt like he’s the one confessing instead. “you are my only friend. even if you physically hurt me from time to time, i always find it cute. you’re like a tsundere- don’t kill me please. but, i’m interested in you, a lot. ever since i started -- stalking -- you. i’ll do anything to let you be with me. you’re everything that i wish for.” he let out a small laugh, “i’m so cheesy, but dating me would be nice right? haha, you know. i’m perfect and everything you would ask for.” he flexed his arm in attempt to show his ‘perfection’. 

“can i date you? i mean- will you date me? i mean, fuck. just date me, okay?”

[mixtaehyung-blog]

“I’m bleeding.”

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it was perhaps midnight, or maybe later, he lost track of time. he was simply walking, at least he thought he was, until he was halted by a sight of a body against an unknown object (too dark to care). his eyes slightly widened at the vision, but the images of bleeding bodies had become to common for him to take surprise of anymore.

“i’m bleeding,” was the first he heard from the rested body. he repeated the words again, “you’re bleeding-” as if he isn’t stating the obvious.

he kneeled on the cold cement; his fingers instantly wandering through his pockets and what not to see if he has anything to cover the wound with. he shoved a hand into his coat pocket, taking out loose tissues that he kept since who knows when, and damped the paper against the wound. it immediately soaked with the color of crimson and he bit his bottom lip.

“i have to get you to a hospital or something- fuck.”

[jeonggukxmi]

sentence starters!

it’s been a while since our last meme, so i think we’re probably well overdue for these! ;u; you’ll be able to reblog this meme for seven days starting today, but feel free to continue answering memes after that, if need be. go wild with them and have fun! (feel free to use this for sentence starters or drabbles; the most important thing is to get everyone writing. hopefully it’ll spark some new plot ideas and interactions too!) 

as stated in the rules, any sort of meme should be posted/reblogged by somebody on the staff team first, but here i am with these, so reblog away! these were supposed to go up this morning, so forgive us for being a few hours late ;^;

remember to reblog this if you’re interested receiving a meme, and to send some to everyone that reblogs it too! feel free to skip over this if you’d like too; it’s by no means mandatory to reblog and participate. most importantly though, have fun!!

“I’m doing this for you.”

“You know you’re my one and only.”

“I’m in love with you.”

“I’ve always loved you.”

“You’re the most important thing in the world to me.”

“Forever and always.”

“You’re my sunshine.”

“I appreciate you.”

“You’re so cute.”

“You’re the most beautiful girl/boy I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m jealous of you.”

“I’m in love with you, idiot.”

“I never loved you.”

“I don’t really like _____.”

“You’re my hero.”

“I’m in love with ____. Don’t tell them.”

“I’ve never lied to you.”

“I was using you.”

“You don’t give a damn about me.”

“Stop lying.”

“Stop pretending.”

“Get the hell away from me.”

“I thought you loved me.”

“I trusted you.”

“You promised me!”

“I needed you.”

“I can never trust you again.”

“You hit me.”

“You shot me.”

“You stabbed me.”

“I’m bleeding.”

“Everything hurts.”

“I feel woozy.”

“You’ve lost so much blood.”

“You’re covered in blood.”

“There’s so much blood.”

“You’re hot when you’re mad.”

“Wanna come back to my place?”

“You tease.”

“You’re lovely.”

“You look divine.”

“How about a drink at my place?”

[mixtaehyung-blog]

ayyy, just a little note that i am alive. schoolwork has been heavy on me and i’m crying inside. i have like 2 exams tomorrow and it’s just yep, i’m dead. i accidentally fell asleep today and napped for 3 hours when i should have used it to work on hw, so i’m gonna die soon cus it’s 8pm and Oh My God...

but this is just a little note that i’m alive again.. however, plotting and replying will be really slow and i apologize for that. i will still try to greet new people and plot for the event, otherwise i’ll be hella slow. since the next 4 days i won’t be doing much, i’ll try to reply to everyone, if not, i apologize again.

that’s all tbh,

you may also ask for my aim if you want to chat or plot since i’m on there alot.

[mixtaehyung-blog]

i hope squareheads become the new meme

I HOPE SO TOO BECUS BOY THIS IS GOING GOOD ALREADY

[mixtaehyung-blog]

how do i join square head crew

ALL U GOTTA DO IS GET A SQUARE HEAD PIC OF UR FC AND PUT IT AS UR DP !

-  Great Tutorial

[mixtaehyung-blog]

#321GOTHESQUARES

#RELEASETHESQUAREHEADS

[angereve]

dumb and dumber.

[mixtaehyung-blog]

daehyun rolled his eyes at the stream of complaints from his friends, wondered how the two could be knit so close yet be so different; like two sides of a coin, two opposite ends of a pole. 

“shut up and keep running, you little pussy.” he hissed through the daze of adrenaline that held him captive. he was a professional at what he did so he felt, too, slightly offended, but he only pursed his lips and turned right towards a darkened alley; his fingers curled and took taehyung by the wrist, dragged him along, hid both their figures down behind a garbage bin. 

he pressed a finger against his lips, motioned for them to be quiet, that the cops would surely run past the alley and continue their search. which made him falter and grin as he did–as excitement and mischief bubbled within him. 

quietly, he whispered. “hope you didn’t lose any of our stuff.”

taehyung’s eyebrows fused in slight anger, obviously at distraught that his friend called him a pussy for complaining. he had the right to complain, freedom of speech -- at least that’s what he thinks. however, he didn’t think his companion would call him a pussy for just saying a few words of regret, but he should take it lightly.

“did you just call me a pussy?” he whispered loudly, almost audible that the outside world could hear it from afar. “you jac-” and there he goes, pulled away from their location and dragged by a grip around his wrist. he let out a huff of irritation before tightly holding onto the stolen items, quietly cursing unholy words that shouldn’t be spoken of.

he crouched behind the garbage bin as he was told to and nodded at the other’s wish of being silent. he peeked out to take a vision of the police officers, but was only pulled back by his own anxiety. “you’re so stupid- why am i in charge of keeping the items?” he mumbled angrily and rolled his eyes. “no, i have all of them, at least i supposed so.”

[atrophiies-deactivated20160330]

courage « st/sh

[atrophiies-deactivated20160330]

‘ yeah. it was the best option out of the possibilities i thought. ’ hyeri sighs and her face falls even more at his response to her suggestion. her head tilts forward, hair hiding her features. ‘ i guess.. but who says they would? that’s a risk we can take and fuck- if we die at least we’ll die together i mean god this is not the life we wanted for each other is it? ’ she asks, dark hues raising to look at the other. 

‘ it’s a lonely.. lonely place to be. and i.. i don’t know how much longer i can do it for. ’

[mixtaehyung-blog]

“it’ll be hard, hyeri.” he said momentarily, thinking about the suggestion and laughed nervously. “i know, everything sucks without you, but we just got to stay as this. only temporarily.” he lifted his hands up to remove the stray hairs away from her face. “then we’ll run -- run so far that nobody will reach us anymore. you have to trust me.”

[hellosarang]