𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 / 𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷

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y’all…lads….lasses….gals….pals….buddios…..amigos….my apologies for dropping off the face of the earth school came and really drop kicked me into trying to get my shit together. fret not, i should be back tmrw with some spici replies !! 

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ok me. thanks for taking the words outta my mouth u jerk !!! tag ur mind reading ugh

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⌜ @jicyongs​ ⌟ °. ♠︎ —

THE HOLY TRINITY was always consistent in vincent’s life: the roar of an engine, the smell of burnt rubber, and the wind in his hair. in the outskirts of the city, a barrage of people greeted vincent as he stepped out of his immaculate mclaren in the dead of night. headlights from various bulked up cars bounced against polished chrome, rims acting as grounded stars against the black tar of the street. calling these people ‘friends’ felt too distant, and ‘family’ was too close for comfort, but macau’s underground street racing community fell somewhere in between. even when he studied in california, he kept up with the community in macau. the infamous “shadow” had taken his place on everyone’s lips, it dangled above him like a hornet’s nest that he had been itching to swat. the worst part? he had no idea who he was. a myth had been circulated that only those who won against him in races knew his identity. the air of mystery and headassery lit a fire under vincent’s ass. there had been sightings here and there of his car, but nothing concrete. finally, rumors circulated that he was going to make an appearance, but it was never mentioned when. vincent had been more present at the meet-ups than usual after he caught wind of such rumors, but was never one to get his hopes up.

however, he wasn’t disappointed when a certain car rolled up, detailed to perfection. without a moment’s hesitation, vincent started his walk over to him (perhaps it was more of a strut--he was always one for dramatics). “shadow,” vincent called out calmly, a slow smile appearing on his features. lurkers began to whisper, chant, and drink a bit more as they watched the scene unfold in front of them in amusement. he looked straight into shadow’s helmet, but only saw the reflection of the fire in his own eyes staring back at him. he was desperate, almost tempted to rip off the helmet himself, if only to find out who he really was. "your reputation precedes you,” he said with a hint of pride, “for once, i’m not the person everyone's whispering about.” finally, ‘byun boy caught in illegal street racing accident’ was the headline for the past, and no longer the present. “vincent byun. pleasure’s all mine,” he extended his hand and shot him a once-over before glancing back at his own set of wheels. “care for a little dance?” vincent began, egging him on, “unless you’re nervous that i may actually see what’s under that helmet of yours.” everyone assumed maybe he was just ugly and ashamed--but vincent had a feeling there was more hidden under the surface. why else would someone be so determined to win every race?

[kardashianjennergifs]

[assiest-deactivated20130207]

if i’m ever murdered i hope they make the chalk outline of my body hot

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⌜ YURI ⌟ °. ♠︎ —‌

           — IT WAS A TYPICAL EVENING for yuri kwon. she found herself at yet another lavish cocktail party with some of the biggest names in all of the big industries of the city. politicians, business men, and starlets all mingled and laughed from their positions on top of the world. her gown glittered as she moved about the room, catching everyone’s attention even if only for a split second as she walked by. she nodded in recognition at the vice president of a big pharmaceutical company ( yuri made a mental note to greet him on behalf of her brother later on ) before another familiar face caught her eye near the bar. now this was not a face she had been expecting to see tonight. yuri reached the bar without addressing the other, choosing instead to order a drink from the bartender first before acknowledging the other. “ fancy meeting you here. is this some sort of special occasion ? ”

EVEN AS A KID, he’d attempt to sneak away from these same parties that he truly hated attending, only to be pulled back into the bullshit circle jerk that it really was. of course, as he got older, he largely became known for his reputation rather than his successes, especially after cutting ties with his family and their deep elysium roots. the rich ‘aunties’ and ‘uncles’ that his parents forced him to please stopped checking in on him. it was a relief. at least, nobody here wanted anything to do with him unless they were unaware of who he was, or just wanted to sleep with him. he was fine with either, but usually hoped for the latter. one of his bigger clients had invited him, and who was he to bite the hand that fed him? he had made his appearances, and finally settled at the bar, grateful that he hadn’t seen anyone he truly despised yet. in fact, he was met with a presence he happily recognized, turning to meet their gaze.

“oh? am i mistaken? i thought every function you attended was a special occasion,” vincent raised a brow, watching as the bartender poured yuri’s drink. “cheers,” he said nonchalantly, clinking his glass with hers before taking in a swig of his martini. “do you want my olive?” he asked, holding the toothpick out to her mouth. “just ‘cause olive you?” vincent smirked, pleased with his pun. it was clear he was far from sober. “are you allowed to leave with me yet? the clubs are calling. or do you still have some ass to kiss?”

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⌜ LEONARD ⌟ °. ♠︎ —

THE DAY WAS COMING to an end, closure that always seemed to welcome leonard. days in macau were cruel — everyone wearing masks made to fit them until they’d been stitched there forever. the nights allowed for truths to seep out. the cicadas were one of them.

macau was always uglier up close, and leo wandered the streets with the intention of finding vincent. he was familiar with his pattern of movement which was how he had ended up there, merely an inch away from the hood of his car. leo didn’t flinch as vincent exited his car colored in an almost desperate fury. leo made a mental note of telling the younger it was not a flattering look on him. «i know what you’re up to,» he said simply, taking a step closer. «there’s been a murder near hotel regina. police are lining all the streets.» definitely on elysium’s command. paranoia always got the best of them. «elysian police.» leonard had known the moment he’d been told to take an early night. they were wise not to always trust him. «stay out of the races tonight. they’re gonna be looking for any reason to get rid of us.» at least some things never changed.

“WELL IT’S NOT EXACTLY A SECRET if everybody knows, huh?” vincent let out a groan. “if you knew you were going to ground me, you could’ve done so before i went out.” he bit his tongue, though the frustration with the situation was clear on his features. if there was anyone that remotely cared to look out for him in any genuine capacity at this point in his life, it was leo. it wasn’t him he was frustrated at, of course. if leo was dropping by to say hi, he might not have been in as much of a bad mood. however, nothing truly got under his skin the way elysium did, simply because it was personal. vincent was reminded again that he was not untouchable, though he desperately wanted to be. his own family could have him executed without a thought. it was only a matter of time. “fine. i’ll go back home and find some hotwheels to play with like a good boy. you’re welcome to come over for a play date.” naturally, he was thankful for the warning, despite his sarcasm. he wasn’t sure how to show his gratitude, but he’d figure it out later. he always did, one annoying way or another. “anybody important? someone i’d know?” he asked, hopeful yet hesitant. he hated the vast majority, family included, but there were certain people in elysium he (regrettably) cared for. it put him on edge when he heard about news of this sort, but he always loved the drama in dancing with the devil. he flocked to it like a moth to a flame.

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⌜ ANSO ⌟ °. ♠︎ —

he wishes he would be harder to find, really make anso work for it – but he doesn’t. ( him and vincent…the way they work is nothing if not predictable. ) anso knows he’s likely going to find vincent taking to the streets tonight, and it only takes minimal digging to figure out which car he’s taking out. and well, that’s an easy tell because he saw the one parked outside the sinclair earlier in the evening. he doesn’t know why vincent byun had there, but anso was getting himself another gig. ( so he broke bread with the enemy – - and what about it? money was money, and so was blood, even if it bled from pretty little necks that wore real class diamonds. ) and so he’d taken his leave early, decidedly before vincent had, and taken his casual stroll up the street downtown that he had an inkling the other man would take on his way to the outskirts of the city if he was planning on drifting tonight.

( something about the head rush, he assumed; the rich were always so bored. )

hands tucked in pockets, he’s whistling an off-tune rendition of a song that belongs on a record player, glancing behind him every now and again to clock his timing. when he sees the telltale signs of the headlights, he carries his merry way down into the street – almost waits for the sweet symphony of piercing metal on flesh. alas, it does not come. what does follow, though, is smoke and the screeching sounds of rubber burning on tar – and ah yes, the yelling. a slow grin takes to his face as vincent storms his way over, brows raising when anso does speak.

“sure is, pretty boy. such a shame you’ve got such good reflexes – all the blood & chrome…just think of it.” he smacks his lips as if in show, a shake of his head – - pity, that. when he turns to look back at the man, that odd set of to his face never drops, even as he juts his chin in gesture. “i need a bail out.”

“i shouldn’t have even asked--i know how much of a hard on you get when death comes up in conversation. and here i was thinking you were just happy to see me.” vincent scoffed, thinking it was probably time he went further out of the city to drift or changed his route. he wondered if anso predicted where he’d be because vincent’s actions had become repetitive ( and dangerous as a result, if anyone actually wanted to cause him harm ). upon hearing anso needed his legal help, his unsurprised expression played out his thoughts: does a bear shit in the woods? is the pope catholic? he was truly his worst, but favorite, client. “a text would have been fine, but i’m flattered that you felt the need to interrupt my moment of peace. i can tell you truly can’t get enough of me.” vincent would be lying if he said anso’s cases weren’t at least entertaining. on top of that, if any trouble came vincent’s way, knew he could cash in a favor or two. his family were all still major power players in elysium, and he wouldn’t be surprised if he was already targeted after the way he’d cut ties with his family. perhaps it was his own paranoia, but he constantly felt watched. unfortunately he was never the type to get his hands dirty, ( befitting for the resident pretty boy that did his dirty work between the sheets ) but at least he knew anso was someone that was. “how much damage did you manage this time?” he asked nonchalantly, gesturing to his vehicle. “please, step into my office. ruin my night a little more. and buy me a drink, at least.” 

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⌜ HAEUN ⌟ °. ♠︎ —

     —  INFURIATING.  THAT  WAS  THE  ONLY  WORD  fit to describe vincent byun. there were a lot of similarities between them, none of them good and that in turn made it almost unbearable to be around him. “vincent,” haeun said, tone acid. “a pleasure as always to have my time interrupted by you.” his comments made her twist her face in an unpleasant smile, and she leaned forward grabbing his arm ( from the outside it might’ve looked like a sweet scene between two friends, maybe lovers, but ), her nails digging into it. “do you enjoy being this annoying ? why don’t you yell a bit louder about things better left untouched. and the trends are, as always, layers. that and pinstripes. it’s all rather dull. i am much more looking forward to spring where it’s a twist on traditional tailoring. suits and dress pants, preferably in white.” she tilted her head to the side, “i’m sure you’ll have great fun during your shopping trips with whatever arm candy you’ve picked up along the way.

VINCENT MIRRORED HER ACTIONS and leaned in close as well, listening to her words with a mischievous smile as he clearly hit a nerve. he wondered how far he could take it as her nails dug into his skin. decidedly, he just placed his hand gently over hers. the sharp pressure of her nails into his skin was unexpected, but he didn’t show it, as if it didn’t bother or stop him at all from being the pest he was. “i do. do you enjoy being so close to my face?” he mimicked. “we could get closer if you want.” he said with a raise of his brow, playful eyes flickering from her lips to her pointed gaze. “you obviously haven't picked up on the fact that i've just been posting pictures with everyone else just to make you jealous. go shopping with me,” vincent proposed, continuing to try to get under her skin. “unless you’re... y’know, too busy playing hannah montana.”

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⌜ SOHEE ⌟ °. ♠︎ —

SOHEE COULD HEAR the pounding of her heart—sharp and erratic—as it engulfed her senses. The rush of blood started blurring her sight with black and white dots, and she could only blink a few times in the hopes of shaking them off. The man was now in front of her, saying something but she could not grasp his words or his face. "You almost ran me over,” she mumbled, trying to get the words out. “What is wrong with you?” Her anger was about to boil over, but it instantly died down the second she recognized that face. Not too long ago, that face had been a product of a summer’s dream but was now an unfortunate memory of a near-death experience. "Really Vincent, is this how you welcome me back to Macau?“ Eyes narrowed in frustration, Sohee still tried to make sense of such an ironic encounter. Usually, she would sue the man who tried to kill her but said person was, in fact, a dear friend. Maybe even too dear. "If you so badly wanted my attention, there are far less dangerous ways to do so.” Sohee crossed her arms over her chest, pouting in disbelief. “I was the victim here, and I, at least, deserve a hug so I won’t suffer from post-traumatic stress.”

“IT’S NOT TRULY a welcome from me if your heart rate doesn’t escalate,” vincent smirked, the anger from the interruption leaving his features as his longtime friend scolded him. he stepped closer to sohee and pulled her arms out of their crossed position over her chest. “i suppose i could’ve, sure...” vincent agreed momentarily, wrapping his arms around her, whispering, “but dangerous is way more fun, isn’t it?” softly in her ear. he held her tightly there for a moment, as he had missed her when their schedules struggled to match up. while sohee was busy doing starlet things across the globe and he was busy being a lawyer for criminals set out to destroy the group she and his family was apart of. for someone of her status, it was remarkable they were still close after all the rumors created in tabloids and the threat he was to her reputation. vincent stepped away and let one hand fall into his pocket while the other brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “i’m sorry i scared you. but, you should know better than to be walking around this area on your own. let me drive you.” he knew that she was certainly more than capable of handling herself, but that didn’t stop him from worrying, or trying to buy more time with her. “i’ll go slow. besides, i know you’ve missed me anyway.” vincent teased, raising his brows while he waited for her response. 

[wnq-writers]

Am I still a hero if the only person I save is myself? Am I still a villain if the only person I hurt is myself?

B. Damani, Fairytales (via octavaiblake)

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⌜ OPEN ⌟ °. ♠︎ — THE TIRES ON VINCENT'S CAR squealed and screeched against the charcoal pavement, while an overwhelming stench of burning rubber and a trail of smoke following behind him. he hit the handbrake as he made a sharp turn around an intersection, pulling the car into a drift. it was just then that he hit the brakes to stop the car and jerked forward in his seat at the sight of a jaywalker. "HEY!” he yelled, immediately jumping out of the car and walking towards the person he almost ran over. "hey, you!" he yelled again, slamming the door. his face contorted into an angry expression, out of irritability, though a hint of concern was present. usually he was always in a good mood when he had a chance to drift along macau’s streets, find a race here or there. but simply put, he didn’t like it when people got in his way. he felt his rest and relaxation had been interrupted, and the person that stood in front of him in the street was now responsible. “what’s wrong with you? jumping into the fucking street like that. you want me to kill you? is that it?” vincent asked sarcastically, lowering his voice.

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⌜ HAEUN ⌟ °. ♠︎ —

     —  IT  WAS  THE  START  OF  A  NEW  YEAR  which meant that haeun’s blog currently was full of yearly favourite’s and best of’s, as almost all of december had been some sort of filler month, with a bit of christmas sprinkled in the middle. she always liked the beginning of a new year, and the new beginnings they entailed. it was filled with promise.

haeun had just finished up a small interview with an up and coming designer ( apparently colour blocking would come back with a bang ) and was now finishing the coffee she had bought for their meeting. she always liked going over her notes before wrapping up. but, before she could do so, someone rudely interrupted her process. her brows furrowed in a deep frown, and before the person had managed to get too comfortable, she leaned forward, eyes still on the notes in front of her.

“excuse me, but that seat is taken.”

—  THERE WASN’T ANYTHING IN HIS WORLD that a good cup of coffee couldn’t solve. vincent constantly had a running stream thoughts going on in his head, may it be a current case or the next thing to keep him occupied for the day. unfortunately for haeun, who was sitting by herself as he stirred cream into his coffee, he had found just that. he slid into the seat across from her, not even managing to get her to look up. “and now it's taken by me. thank you for saving it,” vincent smirked, looking across the table at haeun as he continued to bother her. amused by her displeased expression, he studied her for a moment, as if perplexed by her very existence. “hacker by night, blogger by day and... interviewee in the afternoon?" he asked, curious--he was always curious--there wasn’t much he or many people at all knew about haeun, and this was his opportunity to change that. “what trends should i be following for january? i want to up my engagement on instagram and you seem like the perfect person to ask.”

[vbyun-blog]

all of vincent’s wanted connections that i’ve thought of at the moment can be found here and i’ll be continuously updating it as i think of things! i’m a big fan of like making up new things too so this is by no means like an end-all-be all for plotting if you don’t vibe with any of these! ♡

[vbyun-blog]

ohp there he go! mr steal yo girl!!!!!! here’s the cicadas’ resident pretty boi, vincent byun. i’m jal, she/her, 21, and in the mst timezone! if you want to read more than what’s under the cut, there’s an about page with stats and stuff here. i’m so excited to plot with u all so pls don’t hesitate to reach out ♡

summary of his background

comes from a family of hardcore elysiums with massive wealth and huge influence in the entertainment industry. lived in macau his whole life bc his parents moved there just before he was born

was a piece of shit growing up and straight up poison to his family’s reputation. his parents put a lot of pressure on him and his sibling but he didn’t care and was always getting in trouble for reckless things like street racing, getting kicked out of bars/clubs, gambling, etc

tabloids loved having a field day with him and still do every now and then

he finished undergrad at 19 and law school at 22 because he’s used his (1) brain cell to good use and was like fuck u to everyone that doubted him 

cut off his family after they finished paying for his education. drained an account for funds, downloaded a ton of incriminating files, started his career as a lawyer for the cicadas and boom here we are

he has one other sibling, and they’re in elysium along with his parents (yuck!)

main goal is overthrowing elysium bc he hates it and ruining his fam’s livelihood in the process--two birds with one stone :-)

personality-wise

he’s a pain in the ass tbh like i’m annoyed already

loves money. but loves himself so much more

is a manipulative lil shit and thats why he’s a great lawyer

pretty outgoing in general, could probably talk to a wall for an hour

will always be honest and brutally blunt with you (but will lie to you and twist the truth if it will benefit him)

enjoys gambling, illegal racing and ALCOHOL ! not unusual for him to be drunk at like noon after dismissing a case (is in the best mood when doing any of those three)

is likely to tell you he hates you–that’s a great thing, if he cares enough to hate you (prob means he loves u)

will punch u in the face if u tell him he can't do something and will do it 

shitty with relationships. literally will avoid that like the plague but craves the affection and attention to fill up a hole where he never really had it with anyone and anything regardless of affiliation

anything he touches begins to rot so he’d fuck up any good thing for himself anyway. dumbass

honestly he isn’t a great fighter and avoids them like he would probably throw money and be like ‘ok we done here?’ and call it good SLJFLKF but if his life depended on it he could get scrappy 

he doesn’t have many secrets or have anything to hide, his whole life is in the tabloids anyways, but keeps people at a distance

is used to people judging him without knowing him and doesn’t really care

honestly is empathetic and understanding when given the chance but isn’t always the person u want to be comforted by bc he is a ‘tough love’ type

in the cicadas

keeps the cicadas out of trouble/always gets them off innocent and has yet to lose a case

honestly most people just consider him a pretty rich boi (they’re not wrong) but he’s been proving his worth more and more and most people find him charming at the least

has been in the group for a year and a half

sometimes can be problematic for the cicadas bc he likes the attention and the life of luxury he grew up with too much to give it up 

thats p much it SO YEAH if anyone wants to fill that sibling connection aha ;-) hmu and all other wanted connections are here. if u don’t vibe with any of those we can make something up! my discord is jal#3529 so feel free to message me there to plot!! i love chatting it up and sending little musings posts or long hc messages so pls don’t be shy!!

[vbyun-blog]

𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂 ; 🆅🅸🅽🅲🅴🅽🆃 🅱🆈🆄🅽

mun info.

introduction: hi hey hello! i’m jal im 21 and im in the mst time zone (i live in arizona and they don’t practice daylight savings time. a simple life.) anyways im an ENFJ, a pisces sun, aries moon and virgo rising so there will never be a dull moment with me!!!!!  a fun fact:  i am a half black and half bengali princess so all my desi babes speak up now!! uhHhh i am homecoming queen of my university this year so honestly im the most popular girl at a school of 40k people atm and that’s kind of what u are dealing with rn. im also a hopeless romantic with a pet bird and a deep desire to adopt a cat how you found the rp: i was in a small lil discord rp and it had begun to die out. then the love of my life a.k.a. cecy was like hey y’all when do i drop a rp and i was like RIGHT NOW and anyways here i am i stan talent and i stan delinquohq

about vincent byun.

why they are in macau: vincent has lived in macau his whole life. he was born there, and grew up there. he never saw a reason to leave when all of his money, power, and fame was all in macau. he studied abroad in america for one year when he was completing his bachelor’s, but ultimately came back to become a lawyer, and the rest is history. what made them turn to the group they’re in: vincent comes from a family of high-profile executives in the entertainment industry, and joining elysium with his parents and his sibling was expected of him. his family had been in the public eye for so long that it seemed like a no-brainer. however, he was never interested in getting involved with elysium. or any of the bs his family got into, really. he questioned a lot of the corrupt and selfish things they’d do without consequence. he was always treated differently. he graced tabloids and harbored a shitty reputation out of spite for his family with headlines on street racing, drugs, club-hopping when not at legal age. he was truly treated a black speck that tarnished their family’s reputation. sure, he got into trouble, but he was still an excellent student and never wished ill on anyone unless they got in his way. unfortunately, the fact that he wasn’t the perfect son was the only thing the other byuns cared about. for the most part, he found out about the cicadas and saw it as an opportunity to get revenge on his family. he cut off his family after draining a large sum of their money and downloading files without their knowledge. he joined the cicadas and exiled himself, and hasn’t spoken to any of the byuns in over a year, hoping he could overthrow elysium and destroy his family’s livelihood while he’s at it, too. (guess who has a grudge ! haha) what their ambitions in the group are: truthfully, vincent works for vincent first and the cicadas second. his ultimate goal is to just spite his family and overthrow elysium. he doesn’t really care how it’s done, as long as it gets done. how their group members would describe them: vincent’s great at taking the orders that he wants to. he can be difficult, but he fits well into the cicadas’ lifestyle. he loves to gamble, street race, and drink just as much as the rest of them, but he’s sometimes just thought of as the rich pretty boy that wants to rebel against his family. especially when he first joined over a year ago, some thought he could be a potential spy. he’s gotten to know his fellow cicadas at this point, but still has a lot to prove. he’s worked hard as a lawyer to keep the members out of trouble, and vincent has yet to lose a case. being the manipulator that he is, he’s always been great at communicating and charming others, so even those that do shit on him probably like him to some extent. he’ll never take shit without throwing it right back and keeps most people at an arm’s length. people don’t know him past the surface and he hardly lets people get that far. for the most part, everyone knows his business anyways and he doesn’t care what people think, say, or judge about him. he still keeps up with instagram, men’s fashion trends, the paps, etc... he just loves the life of luxury and can’t get away from those roots, which could certainly be problematic at times for the cicadas.

[lovetales]

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[vbyun-blog]

power, the money and the fame make a monster, a monster