#dead hearts

[stardust948]

~*~

The phone’s quiet vibration woke him up.

Ozai: Open the door. We need to talk.

Panic shot through Zuko for a second. It was quickly replaced by anger. Zuko gently detangled himself from Katara’s limbs and slipped on his discarded pants before quietly opening the door. As promised, Ozai was on the other side, disheveled, bruised, and holding an umbrella. His eyes glanced over Zuko’s bare chest then to a sleeping Katara behind him. Zuko stepped between his line of view and glared. A sly smirk grew on Ozai’s face.

“Congratulations son.”

“Why are you here?!” Zuko reached behind him and closed the door. “I kept my end of the bargain! Leave Katara out of this!”

“I didn’t think a strong willed girl like her would accept a pathetic murderer like you.”

Zuko snarled at him. “But she did. I told her the truth and she accepted every part of me. I’m not like you. I will never be the monster you are. I’m not afraid of you anymore or of going to jail as your accessory.” His own smirk grew. “Face it, Ozai. I won. Once I’m released, I’m going to live a long happy life with Katara and never ever see you again.”

~*~

[random-xpressions]

I literally live for moments when my eyes could get filled. It doesn't matter if the tears are of grief or of joy, of pain or of pleasure, of hardship or of ease, out of human companionship or of divine ecstasy, in silence or out of speech. The most evident sign of life is forever found in the presence of water and those precious drops that leak out of your eyes are enough to tell that you still have an alive heart and a vibrant soul throbbing inside you. The earth dies a little when the heavens stop pouring down their shower, so does the heart, when your eyes turn dry...

Random Xpressions

[aromanticbuck]

Once upon a time...

in a far away forest, bordered by an icy lake, there lived a warlock who hated all of mankind... but he had not always been this cursed, having ventured long ago into these same woods with the purest of hearts, only to have it hardened and die from the betrayal of his one true love. Having no more heart of his own, he became immortal, and would kill all those who dared set foot in his forest. Only if he ever met a man pure of heart, could he be freed from his curse, and become mortal once more...

His name had been John, centuries ago. He was John of Stonesfall, a soldier in a war that was over only shortly before his life was. His life, on the other hand, was cursed to never end, even if it felt like it had when the curse was passed onto him. For years, he was bound to that forest, to the shore of the lake that it surrounded, determined to wait as patiently as he could for someone who was as pure of heart as he had been when he entered it. Only then would he be able to leave and finally live out the end of his life - free of the power that he didn’t understand that trapped him there.

Except years turned into decades, and decades turned into centuries, and the forest was destroyed so that mankind could expand - it became a city, in enough time, Chicago. There were too many people to kill for trespassing onto land that should have been his, so he settled on an alternative and blended in, instead. But people looked at him a little too long if he introduced himself as John of Stonesfall, and he needed a name that didn’t make people think he needed to be committed to some mental institution somewhere, especially when it might be too far from the lake for the curse to be appeased. So, he chose different names for different identities as time went on - John, Samuel, Caleb, Adam, Daniel, Brandon, Gregory... the latest was Mouse. It was something that no one blinked at as long as he stayed in alleyways, didn’t talk to people besides his dealers, didn’t draw any attention to himself that would leave a paper trail. Then, he would have to change his identity again, and it was harder to do each time he had to do it, when more and more people would recognize his face and potentially expose him.

It had been going fine. He’d lived almost five years as Mouse, and almost no one questioned why his appearance never changed. No one questioned where he came from or where he was going next. It was perfect, until the police showed up when he needed to be anonymous the most.

He’d almost given up on finding another pure heart. The world had changed too much, and those people simply didn’t exist anymore. The centuries he’d spent alone were all for nothing, and he had resigned himself to the rest of them alone. So, he gave the name Mouse to the patrol officer who asked for his statement, any information he could give about the crime that had been committed right in front of him. And the officer - J Halstead was what the badge on his chest said - seemed... nice. But people were only nice when they wanted something, like information to solve a crime, or the body he was cursed to keep living in, or a favor that only he could accomplish because he couldn’t be killed in the middle of it.

Things from there happened without his permission, and he didn’t even know how. Months after their chance meeting in the middle of a police investigation, he was sitting across the table from Officer Halstead at dinner. Three years after that, things were still good. He rarely spent time in those alleys anymore, choosing instead to spend nights in Jay’s apartment, listening to pillow talk that involved discussion about cases he’d closed and ones he still hadn’t solved. When his unit had an open position, using devices that Mouse was an expert in after teaching himself skills as society developed around him, he made sure it got offered.

And that was when John knew he couldn’t keep living that way.

He couldn’t spend every single day in the same building as someone he loved, someone who loved him return, someone who trusted and believed him at every turn. Because Jay’s heart was pure, and that was what he was most afraid of. Maybe he could break his own curse, finally be given the freedom to age and die after spending so long in a kind of stasis, but that would come with a price. A broken curse didn’t go away, it just jumped to the next person, clung to the next pure heart until it was worn down and hardened into one of stone. The cycle had to end, and it would end with him, not someone like Jay Halstead who deserved a real life, the shorter, mortal kind that actually meant something.

After packing a bag and getting ready to leave their home, the one he found himself wanting to cling to instead of just remember, there was only one thing he could do. He had to tell his love the truth, and give him the advice that had been given to him by the witch who had passed her curse to him so many years before. The advice he should have listened to before it was too late:

Run. And never come back if you value this life.

[ase-trollplays]

Got bored and did the OC Ship Bingo for some of my favorite ships.

Dead Hearts (Amprus and Xrumon) @trolloled

Shadah Protection Squad (Shadah ♦️ Ferlic ♠️ Steume ♥️ Shadah) @limetrolls @zeetrollplays

Hell's Kitchen (Thrixe ♠️ Karell) @cloudbattrolls

[greatsylveon2007]

Me drawing their relationship is the most 1 to 100 thong I love them

[punkrockmixtapes]

Stars - Dead Hearts

[a-fix-of-muses]

Currently Listening To: "Dead Hearts" by Body Thief

[trolloled]

Xrumon waiting until he can overhear Amprus talking smack and thinking he can’t hear them just so he can unleash the piledriver of “oh so THAT’S what you sound like, guess the radio was really helping“

[stardust948]

~*~

“Your acting’s improved.” Ozai said, breaking the silence.

“Isn’t it dangerous targeting your business partner’s daughter? It’s hard to make someone completely disappear.”

Ozai chuckled. “Are you giving me tips now?”

“This isn’t a joke!” Zuko spat. “I’m only doing this to keep you away from Katara! If the plan fails then it will only be harder for all of us!”

“It won’t fail.”

“Better not.”

Ozai hummed. “We used to have so much fun together son.”

“Was that before or after you melted off half my face?” Zuko snapped.

“Things really haven’t been the same since then." He sighed. "Oh well. At least we have this one last go.”

Zuko huffed.

His father was right about one thing. This was the last time.

~*~

[mtfnoe]

Wee

We live in a generation where beautiful woman, beautiful people don’t believe in true love.

Love at first site out of the question? , We’re inlove with the moment and euphoric vibe it brings, Only so that we’re never alone.

Under it all it’s just pretending, pretending that the pairing you’ve chosen isn’t pretentious and safe play gone a rya.

We are existing not truly loving

We are existing in the moment. -MTF

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[hansoeii]

Ohh look, it's the dead boy detectives!

[mavikecelikiz]

Sen beni esir tuttun, hem de dolu kalbine

Ben senin bir tek esirin olmak isterdim..🍷

[ase-trollplays]

Whenever Xrumon's surgery happens, just know that Amprus will spend the entire time anxiously pacing outside of the room and fighting the urge to peek bc they promised him they wouldn't watch.

@cloudbattrolls @trolloled