let the past die.

ben solo & azula. @sevendevilshqs 

[dcvildays]

onlyfrwrd​:

    despite his protests, each utterance of the name drew a certain reaction.   be it a name he didn’t care for, it still meant  something   to him.   rey fully believed that were there nothing here, he’d have struck her down already.   as far as she knew, she’d been in seven devils long enough to have heard what becomes of those who cross the underground.   then again, maybe it was worse to be left at the mercy of a man who seemed so torn.

    her eyes flickered towards the closed doorway, the lowering of his voice alerting the feeling that words spoken between them may not have been unheard.   as she should have felt nervous, endangered, she truly did not.   alas, things of this nature weren’t natural, they didn’t make sense.   while his wasn’t the only pull she’d ever felt, it was by far, the strongest.    ❛   i don’t know what it means.  but if you feel it, if you sense it too  …  are you honestly going to throw me to the wolves?   ❜

ren lurched closer, his face inches from her smart mouth. he hated how she could seemingly read this thoughts, as if she could penetrate his mind. “do you think i’d risk my reputation as the most powerful arms dealer in seven devils if i let a common thief walk free?” he sneered, feeling the tension in the room rise. 

he drew a ragged breath, his hand resting on the back of her chair. “i don’t know why i’m doing this, but listen closely.” he sighed defeatedly. “i’ll put you in a holding cell, you’ll break from my grasp and get the hell out of here. say any of this to anyone and i’ll track you down. are we clear?” he whispered, his face burning scarlet. he was really doing this.

[dcvildays]

sunshiinefades​:

                                ellie  didnt  hesitate  to  get  up  from  her  seat  and  get  azula  some  ice.  walking  over  to  her  boss  she  sat  down  on  the  table  across  from  her  holding  out  the  ice.  ‘  here  let  me  help  you.  ‘  ellie  offered  to  wrap  her  hands  ,  knowing  that  she  was  already  in  pain  and  wrapping  it  wrong  could  make  it  worse.  her  half  rolled  joint  forgotten  on  the  table.  ‘  who  was  it?  i  can  find  him  and  fuck  up  his  day.  ‘  ellie  offered  knowing  that  azula  could  take  care  of  herself  but  she  figured  it  could  be  one  less  thing  for  the  other  to  worry  about.

respect wasn’t something azula gave away freely, but ellie was an exception. the girl knew how to nurse wounds and break bones and that was just enough to get on azula’s good side. “some idiot assassin from a silly street gang.” azula groaned, rolling her eyes. “you know how it goes; take a job for some whiny mob boss and some drunk comes at them with a brick.” she shrugged, wincing as she offered her hands to ellie. “you should really teach me how to wrap these things.”

[dcvildays]

onlyfrwrd​:

   studying his expressions, her eyes unrelenting in their gaze, looking for anything that might clue her in.  if it was his anger she was feeling, could she feel more?  then there it was, a flicker   —-   doubt?  he knew who she was, at least in the same regard she knew of him.  he had to.   ❛    then take.   maybe i’m crazy, but something tells me you won’t.   ❜  she replied, a call to his bluff.

    when he tore away, she rose once more, brows furrowed.   ❛   why?  i don’t know why, but i know i’ve seen you before.  more than once.   you can’t tell me you’ve never noticed me, i don’t know how, but i-  i feel something  &&  i think you do too.   ben …  or whoever you are.   ❜   maybe she was wrong, maybe she was feeling something she wanted to feel.  he did hold the upper hand, at this point even the impossible seemed worth a shot.   ❛   i swear to you, i don’t work for anyone.  i’m on my own.   ❜

ren sneered at the mention of his real name, drawing in a heavy sigh. he had seen her before, hell, even felt her presence around town. he thought he had been going crazy but he was drawn like a magnet. what frustrated him was why. why would one of the most powerful arms dealers in the city be drawn to, if she were to be believed, a common thief? a gutsy one, at that. 

he was surprised at himself; he never usually spoke to prisoners for this long; they’d usually be at the bottom of a river by now. but something about this girl intrigued him, he found himself stalling, desperate for answers to questions he didn’t know.

“i feel... like i’ve known you a while. but i’ve never seen you before.” he muttered, soft enough for her to hear. “your voice, it’s familiar.”

[dcvildays]

onlyfrwrd​:

   rey’s movements stopped as he entered the room.   her eyes followed him, fierce in their glare.  once more, she felt as if she could sense his annoyance, his anger, his confusion …  but was it the same confusion as she?    something   was there, but she couldn’t place what.  the question begged: did he feel it too?  her mind raced through explanations, but finding nothing that made sense.

   ❛   i don’t work for anyone, as i was beginning to tell you before your men so  kindly  escorted me away.   ❜    rey began, easing up as far as she could, her tone in notes of sarcasm.   ❛   — though if i did, you truly can’t believe i’d simply  tell  you.   ❜   her eyes returned his gaze, again, searching for that familiar something.   detracting on what’d found her before.   ❛   who’s ben ?   is that your name?   i’ve seen you around, you know.   one could argue you’ve been stalking me.  ❜

heat rushed through ren’s body as he could feel his anger rising. his rage mixed with something else; something else ren shoved to the back of his mind. “if you cared about seeing another day, i’d say you would.” he said coolly, slipping off his gloves. “you know i can take whatever i want.” he said softly, bringing his face closer to hers. his face softened at his threat, a flicker of recognition in his eyes.

he stiffened at the mention of his name. ben. he hadn’t gone by that name in over a decade. “that’s not my name,” he snapped, drawing in a sharp breath. “and why would i be stalking you?” he spat out defensively, ripping his hand away. 

[dcvildays]

closed : @sunshiinefades​

azula groans, her face pressed against the cushions on the velvet couch. with a deep sigh, she reaches out, grabbing a roll of gauze off the marble coffee table. “get me some ice, won’t you?” she grumbles, absentmindedly wrapping cloth around her bruised fists. though she had trained in combat her whole life, azula wasn’t impervious to the incidental occupational hazard. 

“i’ll get that moronic assassin and his unbelievably thick skull.” she says sourly, wincing as the gauze brushes against her sore fists.

[dcvildays]

onlyfrwrd​:

   ❛   ben?  ❜     the whisper in a breath, things moved quickly after that.   no time to dwell on whats or whys, his men closed in on her, duffle dropped to the floor, her spoils left behind.   ❛   wait!  i’m not here to spy, i made a mistake.  let go of me, i’ll leave quietly!  ❜  she put up protest, but she was only one girl where they held the upper hand of the many.

   of course she knew of syndicates that underhandedly controlled the city, but she never expected to become this close to it.  a foolish move on her part, reaching too far from what she knew.  a lesson learned as now she needed to find a way out of here, a quest easier said than done with the rope keeping her chair bound.  still, that didn’t keep her wrists from twisting against their strain the second who she assumed to be guards left the room.

“struggling is pointless.” he sighed, sauntering into the dimly lit room. his eyes flickered over her face, a hint of recognition in his eyes before forcing himself to turn away. he could have sworn he had heard her voice before, the scream that echoed in his dreams; the one that called out a name he no longer knew.

“who sent you, who do you work for?” ren asked coolly, towering over her petite frame. he pulled up a chair, leaning closer to his captive. “olympus? or perhaps, a watcher recruit?” he whispered, his dark eyes, looking into hers. 

[dcvildays]

onlyfrwrd​:

   it didn’t take long for rey to realize she was no longer alone.  red hot anger beating against her chest, though the anger wasn’t her own.  now, however, was not the time to dwell on the confusion it flooded her with.  perhaps foolishly, she refused to let her trip to the outskirts of town be for neigh.  ducking quickly through the first unlocked door as she heard the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching, a grin spread across her lips.   ❛  jackpot.   ❜  she muttered beneath her breath.

  an assortment of handguns left out on a table at its center   —   hers for the taking.   acting quickly, she pulled  &&  unzipped the duffle bag brought along, checking the safety of each before placing inside.  boxes of bullets tossed in more carelessly, she took what she could carry.  nearly finished when the door was thrown open, the scavenger concealed herself as best she could behind the table, slight fear settling in.

a sudden rush of adrenaline shot through his veins as he stopped by the doorway. he felt panic, fear, and a twinge of excitement. now, ren was never in tune with his emotions but he knew these did not belong to him. spinning on his heel, his eyes narrowed at a locked door across the hall. something was dragging him in, begging him to open the door. 

“in there.” he instructed, words leaving his mouth almost instinctively. he watched as his men burst into the dark storage room. ren stayed outside the door, squinting in the dark as the men seized a figure hidden in the shadows. a woman. ren’s eyes narrowed at her beautiful features, his heart pounding against his chest. he knew her, somehow. he had to. 

ren looked into her brown eyes as his heart continued to race, he inched closer to his captive. something in him seemed desperate to remember her. the henchmen looked at him, puzzled at his silence before their leader finally snapped out of his trance. “take her into the interrogation room, tie her up. we have a spy in our midst.”  he barked, slipping off his gloves as they dragged her away.

[dcvildays]

onlyfrwrd​:

closed  for  @dcvildays​  /  kylo.

    it’s risky, but  what’s life without risk?   the thought of making an absolute killing, of not having to worry for a few weeks, in the very least, it was all too tempting to pass up.  how she’d watched the man before her’s payout stack …  the few blank checks she’d swiped hadn’t gone for much, considering they were likely voided by the time sold.  all she needed were a few pieces of arms, the lead she had taking her into the belly of the beast.

  the underworld’s arms dealer was whispered to have a spot on the outskirts of the city, rey found herself acting under the dark of night.  following along the street of abandoned warehouses, her instinct hadn’t let her down a day of her life  –  she’d act upon it once more, following its guidance towards what she  felt  to be the right spot, the place she  needed  to be.  slipping around the backside of the darkened building, she avoided the lone room dimly lit, nudging each window until she found one that pushed free, allowing her to quietly dip inside.

ren paced, the sound of his boots on concrete echoing across the halls. “now, can someone explain to me again how we lost the exegol corp deal?” he glowered, circling his men like a shark. the arms dealer towered over every one of his followers, his dark eyes flickering back and forth. each lackey drew a sharp breath with every step he took, they knew very well by now that whoever fucked with kylo ren was not going to survive the night.

kylo came to a sudden halt, holding his hand up and squeezing his eyes shut. the men stiffened, exchanging confused looks. 

it was there again, the pull. he’d been feeling it all day; the nagging feeling that someone was here with him. “inspect all the rooms. now.” ren ordered, as his followers scrambled to their stations. someone was here.

[kyloren]

just some casual lust in space eye contact between two reluctant soulmates

[dcvildays]

@onlyfrwrd

[alixrps]

[driverdaily]

ADAM DRIVER HBO Girls | 6x08

[dcvildays]

AZULA :: INTRODUCTION

  𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

( jessica vu. cisfemale. atla. ) it looks like princess azula has been transported to seven devils. she is a nineteen year old canon and the aesthetics associated with her are an ice hot glare, dark untamed hair & a golden hair pin passed down her family line. she remembers some of their past and is known to be the serpents leader with an affiliation to the underworld.

I. AN INTRODUCTION TO…

name: azula (adopted the last name agni) 

age: 19

birthday: july 27th

affiliation: the serpents // the underworld

occupation: leader of the serpents

languages spoken: english 

abilities (if appplicable): unknown ability with a connection to fire & lightning

fandom: avatar: the last airbender 

status: some memories

II. BUT, LET’S GET MORE PERSONAL

siblings: one brother (zuko) 

parents: ursa & ozai (only in contact with her father) 

children: no

gender identity & pronouns: cis female & she/her

romantic & sexual identities: bisexual 

skills or hobbies: advanced combat & martial arts 

III. HMM, MAYBE MORE ?

dishonest / brutally honest / sincere

posessive / jealous / understanding

volatile / sometimes unpredictable / predictable

malicious / merciful / warm-hearted

valiant / cowardly / aloof

eccentric / ordinary / free-spirit

altruistic / selfish / compassionate

IV. JUST A FEW MORE QUESTIONS !

how long have you been living here? ever lived anywhere else?

as far as azula knows, she was born and raised in seven devils. after graduating high school, she trained under the underworld’s leader and is the current leader of the serpents.

what was your childhood like in seven devils?

azula exceled in everything she did, from training to schoolwork. she constantly belittled her brother who showed less talent than her, and teased her childhood friends mai & ty lee. she has ambitions of becoming the leader of the underworld. she tries to forget that her mother walked out on them,

where would people most likely find you in seven devils?

she is everywhere at once, serving as protection to the most powerful men and women in seven devils. in her free time, you can see her uptown mingling with the elite.

V. A LITTLE HISTORY TO END ON

azula has an affinity for fire and lightning and can often feel heat radiating from her palms. she dismisses this as things happening within her imagination.

she is loyal to the underworld’s leader and one day wishes to take over. doesn’t matter if the position is given to her or if she will have to take it by force.

something tells her she was born to rule and believes she was a princess of some sort in a past life.

[baezulas]

” You should have  f e a r e d  me  m o r e. “

[dcvildays]

BEN SOLO / KYLO REN ::  INTRODUCTION

    ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴅɪᴇ. ᴋɪʟʟ ɪᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ. 

( adam driver. cismale. star wars. ) it looks like kylo ren / ben solo has been transported to seven devils. he is a thirty year old canon and the aesthetics associated with him are a scar running down his cheek, dark robes that sweep the floor, and a red crossguard saber. he remembers some of their past and is known to be an arms dealer with an affiliation to the underworld.  

I. AN INTRODUCTION TO…

name: kylo ren, ben solo

age: 30

birthday: june 12th

affiliation: underworld

occupation: arms dealer

languages spoken: english

abilities (if appplicable): combat, weaponry, unspecified ability

fandom: star wars

status: some memories

II. BUT, LET’S GET MORE PERSONAL

siblings: no

parents: han solo & leia organa (estranged) 

children: no

gender identity & pronouns: cis male & he/him

romantic & sexual identities: heterosexual

skills or hobbies: advanced combat and weaponry, boxing/martial arts

III. HMM, MAYBE MORE ?

dishonest / brutally honest / sincere

posessive / jealous / understanding

volatile / sometimes unpredictable / predictable

malicious / merciful / warm-hearted

valiant / cowardly / aloof

eccentric / ordinary / free-spirit

altruistic / selfish / compassionate

IV. JUST A FEW MORE QUESTIONS !

how long have you been living here? ever lived anywhere else?

ben was born in the capital where his mother worked as a senator. at the age of ten, he was promptly shipped off to boarding school which was run by his uncle luke. after a violent incident, he was expelled and booted off campus. devastated, the teenager ran off to seven devils under a new name, kylo ren. 

what was your childhood like in seven devils?

as ben moved to seven devils, he was quickly recruited by the underworld as an apprentice to an arms dealer. the seventeen year old quickly learned the tricks of the trade, surpassing his master and making a name for himself. he now runs most of the major deals, with a group of fearful underlings at his beck and call.

where would people most likely find you in seven devils?

ben ren has his own hideout in the outskirts of the city under the guise of an abandoned warehouse. 

V. A LITTLE HISTORY TO END ON

ren is one of the biggest and most feared arms dealers in the underworld, so much so that he developed a following that call themselves the knights of ren.

has constant nightmares that are flashes of his past life, he finds himself instinctively reaching for a non-existent sword by his waist when threatened.

has abilities that he can’t explain such as things flying across the room when he’s upset, or a certain pull towards a brunette waitress at lena & swan.

[keirametzofcarreras-archive-dea]

Protective boyfriend mode.