When Angmar fell, the Men of the North took his body and all that he possessed and sealed it within the High Fells of Rhudaur. Deep within the rock they buried him, in a tomb so dark it would never come to light.


Do you ever like, see things? Like visions of the future.

So, @thesassywitchofthenortheast was sweet enough to ask me to write a scene to follow Emma, or really, The Dark One, leaving Killian on the Jolly. Here’s a teeny little ficlet… 

He’s thankful for the window ledge to support him, the will to keep standing fading as soon as she’s gone. Part of him aches to bellow his rage into the empty cabin, swipe his hook across the table and send the remnants of her charade crashing to the floor below. The man he used to be would indulge this pain, let it seep into his bones and spark the villain he’s constantly fighting to leave behind. But he is not that man, not anymore. And Emma, his Emma, she just gave him the one thing he needs. Hope.

All it took was the tiniest flicker, the downward turn of her mouth, her steadfast gaze broken as the lost girl once again reflected in her eyes at his refusal to declare his love. Of course he loves her. Emma. But he will not give that love to The Dark One. Vowing to hold fast against her desires to have both, she will have to choose between his love and the darkness. He’s come too far. She’s come too far.

For the first time in centuries, he finds himself thankful for The Crocodile. Having chased the bastard for so long, he knows The Dark One’s tricks, has learned to parry and evade. He’s seen the manipulation of Belle, how the fierce grip of power can override even the truest of love. If holding back that love is the only way to break through, he will do that, for Emma.

Folding the tablecloth over the plates, he carries the bundle up the stairs and onto the deck, not stopping until the entirety of “their date” is tossed into the sea. He will not linger here, will not let the pain in his heart steer him anywhere but back to shore. He has a mission, clearer now than before, and he knows just the thief to help.


with two flashback episodes by two different storyboard teams i think it’s pretty much official that amethyst and pearl do both look younger compared to the present, and it’s not just art differences or seeing them compared to rose quartz. i’m not sure their heights are that different (amethyst is a little smaller in the past) but really it’s more about their proportions and body language. a few people have already pointed out that this could be for the same reason that steven rapidly ages and de-ages in “too many birthdays” - the age gems appear to be is determined only by their mental state.

when steven started rapidly aging, it was because of insecurity over how mature he was supposed to be in relation to the human concept of age. obviously that doesn’t matter to gems, so instead i think their physical maturity is based more on their roles in relation to each other. rose, the leader who guides and inspires the others, is recognizably an adult, if a relatively young adult. pearl seems to be a teenager or college aged at the latest, fitting with how at this point in her life she’s largely defined by her intense love and devotion to rose, and the insecurity she has over it. amethyst, the “youngest” in relation to the other gems, the newest addition and also the least “civilized,” having spent her formative years alone and feral, takes the form of a child. garnet is about the same as in the present, though her role in the flashback feels more like an older sister figure to pearl and amethyst, but that’s compatible with how she looks, and also being a fusion might skew things anyway.

the combination of being without rose and taking care of steven causes amethyst and pearl to redefine their roles in the group. amethyst is more of an older sister/guardian than the baby of the group now, and pearl as a caretaker rather than a lover becomes more like a young mother. their personalities are the same at their core, but their body language and behavior change to reflect their new roles and bodies - i’m not sure if that’s by choice or as a result of their ‘brain shape’ literally altering, like how steven acted differently as his age changed. it’s really interesting to think about how this malleable age thing might work in general gem social relations!

Also from part four of The Drifter. Will as a teen fishing with his father, Howard.

They lived in a beach house on the bay. Will’s father owned and ran a small fishing business in town, his mother a doctor at the local hospital. One afternoon Howard took his boat out to sea for his weekly catchment of stock for his business, but he never returned. Water police searched and searched, Will even tried searching himself but no traces of his father or his boat were ever found.

Howard wasn’t rescued till many years later when Will was an adult and had a family of his own.

Horror Club just solidified my headcanon that Lars is trans. flashback!lars looks kinda like a tomboyish girl, which i assume is shortly before he really started transitioning. my guess is that he told his friend ronoldo that he was trans, and ronoldo accepted it no problem. trans!lars would also make ronoldo’s “why do you care what people think of you” comment a whole lot more meaningful.

Somewhere only we know


 He doesn’t know anyone on this place. 

It’s terrifying. 

But then again, he doesn’t know anyone, he’s not even supposed to be on this place (whenever he means to exist or in the ball) 

But he’s tired of listening to rules and to his mother telling him to be quiet and he wants out out out. 

And yeah, the noise and the crowd of bodies pressing against him are a bit unnerving but he wants this, he wants it to be real. George shuffles awkwardly among the people, the mask making a good job of concealing his identity as no one gives him a second look. 

Then he sees her. He can’t tell a lot about her, only the fair skin and the raven hair cascading down her back. 

The thing he likes the most are her eyes: Big doe eyes.

 “Wanna dance?” he smirks cheekily at her with a thumping heart and a outstretched hand 

He doesn’t know anyone on this place. 

It’s perfect. 

George doesn’t want to get attached to anyone on this group of misfits. Hell, if it hadn’t been by Clarke and her stupid (stupid stupid stupid) decision to make her his second in command he wouldn’t talk to anyone. 

But the princess is a demanding little thing and now he has to gather a team to get supply. 

Usually, he’ll run with his usual one because they’re quiet and listen. But no, some dumbs had to get himself killed and now he needs to talk to people to find another one. With a  groan, he looks up at the main camp and darts around half interested until his eyes lay in a girl 

(Or he assume it’s a girl, if the long hair it’s to go by. He won’t judge anyone, if he’s wrong ) 

“You” he states “You’re coming with the supply group today”

Saudade - Part One. Smut

Author: mystic-biscuit
Rating: 18+ NSFW
Words: 3051

Notes: YAY! New series. I’m not sure how long this will be, as of right now it might be a long one. The smut in this is pretty mild compared to some of my other stuff and I get kinda sappy. @dumbass-stilinskiis amazing, she past tensed my flashback cause i’m a turd.

I hope you guys like it. I think its gunna be alot of fun to write :)

Saudade: a deep emotional state of melancholic longing for a person or thing that is absent

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