the devil's trill {semi-hiatus}

min daehyun. violinist. enigmatic. immortal. enchanted by starlight. ☆ disclaimer: this is an OC and a roleplay account. Not Lee Joon Gi or affilliated with him. rules & about

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Min Daehyun | Tokyo, Seoul, London | Violinist | Eternal

➤ Secretive and distant by nature  ➤ A monster of darkness under the guise of a man ➤ Approach or avoid — the choice is yours

Original Character // Supernatural muse // Para style by default, but all writing styles welcomed // Feel free to message me for plotting and pre-established relationships // Dark themes present

[jwyoungforever]

Jung Wooyoung, the loveable problem child from ATEEZ.

Aspiring chef, photographer, video editor, and vlogger. Here to have fun and make memories!

Warning: Loud, obnoxious, and able to get away with almost anything. Biting can and will also occur. Proceed with caution.

A semi-AU, semi-selective roleplaying account. Multiship. Not the real Wooyoung and in no way affiliated with him or ATEEZ. Mun and muse are both 21+, minors please DNI (you will be insta-blocked). That being said, any and all muses are welcomed! Bring me all your plots and pre-established relationships.

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Honestly I would love to make a comeback on this account but life is just so busy 😭😭😭 

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Le Carnaval Des Animaux, R.125 - VII. Aquarium

By Composer Camille Saint-Saëns

Performed By Conductor Ondrej Lenard and The Slovak Radio Symphony Orchestra

[crxcifix]

I am an impulsive roleplayer.

I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’

I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.

Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!

And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!

I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?

[mynocturnality]

The back side of the Notre-Dame de Reims Cathedral, France.

Photography artist: Marco van Leeuwen

⚜ Gothic month on @mynocturnality

[candycoatedroleplaymemes]

Reblog if you’re a kind and friendly mun who likes to write violent and disturbing stuff...

Let’s see how many of us there are!

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Exhaustion has settled into my bones and the days feel as though they drag on longer than twenty-four hours, but I think I can bear it as long as you are near.

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Charlotte-Anne Fidler on Instagram

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Floral Book cover. Library Company Conservation Dept.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/librarycompany/9969428503/

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[coffiero]

demons // imagine dragons

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You: *reply*

Me reading it:

Your writing is so good. I still get chills every time I see it!

Nooooo you’re going to make me cry 😭😭😭 Thank you so much! This literally made my day ashdfjsdl

[mynocturnality]

Saint Michael’s Church is one of the oldest churches in Vienna, Austria.

| Photographer: Retlaw Snellac

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garnishedarrogance​:

The scene unfolding before her eyes was unusual. Unusual because Mossie has never seen Daehyun so disheveled. They do not come across very often, but when it happens he’s a well-spruce man. It was an upside-down version of that man.

Now that she could pay better attention to him —not all recovered from the shock but mind more focused— the signs of a panic attack were more visible. It could be, more than anything, that he was afraid of changing into something he didn’t want to than to cause any harm. At least, that made more sense to her. Mossie let out a sigh as her arms supported her body that almost fell over, feeling as if all that overwhelming energy has dissipated.

“That’s relieving…” The woman stifled her nervous chuckle, body less tensed as she sat upright. It didn’t sound right to leave him there in that state, to suffer alone, however she didn’t want to face whatever Daehyun’s tormentors were. She almost pitied him, though he probably wouldn’t like her to. “I do realize it could be dangerous for me to stay, but are you sure you’ll be fine on your own?” Mossie stood in her place, feet away from him, but her head was inclined in his direction so she could hear him properly.

     Because of their infrequent meetings, Daehyun had been able to hide this aspect of his existence for a while. As he had feared however, as with most relationships that moved past being mere acquaintances, secrets like these were only able to be kept so long. Was it any wonder why he didn’t allow himself to get close to many?

     Daehyun opened his eyes partway as he focused on a random stone that lay on the pavement; it was one way to keep him from making eye contact with the poor girl he just frightened half to death. Somehow looking at her felt like the most difficult task at the moment. So he kept his head bowed, forehead on his knee, while he tried to keep his breathing from becoming more obviously erratic.

     When he was asked if he would be alright on his own, he exhaled a heavy sigh. The quick answer would be to say no. Being alone was severely unpleasant, but he truly didn’t wish to expose her to more of the darkness that filled his entire being. 

     “I will be fine,” he answered, lips curved into a sad smile of sorts while he still refused to lift his eyes and look at her. “You shouldn’t concern yourself with someone like me. I say that for your own good, dear girl.” The violinist coughed as a sensation of nausea hit him, then cleared his throat. His fingers moved uncomfortably as he tried to keep the feeling in them– they were beginning to feel numb. “So please, leave me be. I’ll find my way home soon.”

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garnishedarrogance​:

Daehyun’s manners of speaking had her ears perking to pay attention to the words he had to say. They were fluid, elegant but not hard to comprehend. Who knows, she might learn something from him. “You, mister, certainly know how to use the right words to persuade someone. Pretty eloquent, I must admit that.” At this moment, Mossie had a pleased expression, not so copped up like moments ago. “Perhaps it is, although I can not argue about the matter as I am old-fashioned myself.”

Has she finally found a friend like her? The woman was growing too curious as to know more about the odd yet appreciated companion. But she knew she had to go slow or else the words would come nonstop from her lips. “Very well, I will accept your offer. In return, let me recommend one of my favorite tea from the menu.” Mossie led them to one of the empty tables as she greeted the waiter, the woman is known to be a regular customer.

     The girl managed to draw a chuckle from him with her words. “I’ve had many, many years to perfect the art of speech,” he replied with a hint of actual amusement in his tone. “It comes in handy every once in a while, as you’ve just found out yourself. I think I even managed to get a smile out of you.” The violinist had a surprisingly pleased expression of his own; there was something about this young woman that he enjoyed. Perhaps it was her willingness to overlook the darkness that shrouded him, or her own presence in general. 

     Should things continue on this path, her questions would likely be answered as time wore on just from being in the company of one another. Secretive as he was, there were things that would become unavoidable at one point or another. Though he hoped at least certain things could remain hidden as they currently were. 

     “Considering that I doubt you’ll take no for an answer, very well.” Tea was something he drank much less than coffee, but he still appreciated the art and comfort of it. He offered a small bow of his head to the waiter in passing while he was led to a table, sitting down across from the female. “I take it you must come here often?”

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Mozart - Requiem K626; Symphony No. 36 in C-Major ‘Linz’ K425