#feral jopson

[leadandblood]

I think if Jopson got to kill people in a bloody carnage sometimes then the expedition would've turned out much better. Not only would they have discovered the north west passage, they would've also discovered atlantis. I know this because god told me.

[headcanonthings]

Jopson, about Lt. Little: We walk at night. He thinks he's protecting me but I would rip someone apart if they threatened his life.

[slow-burn-sally]

Hello! I saw a gifset about Jopson being submissive like a guard dog is submissive, and well, it now lives in my head rent free and I wrote a fic! I hope the Jopziers who read it enjoy!

Rated: E

CW: Homophobic language, Blood, Violence (also blow jobs).

[majorxmaggiexboy]

[samshinechester]

Cinnamon TM 🥺🤲🏻✨️

Cinnamon! Look at him - so sweet, so pure, never did anything wrong in his life ever 😭

Would be a shame if he died in a horrible way 😭

[lieutenantmongoose]

Verse Info: Muttongoose (title tba) 

bc i’m too lazy and discombobulated to fic it rn bc it’s a whole slow burn and i’m not patient like that rn, anyway

*Always Sunny Meme/Sets up Dominos* 

(spoilers ahead on the off chance i ever write this and you don’t want to know who takes a tuunbaq to the face or whatever)

It’s jopson, Jopson gets a tuunbaq to the face he’s okay he’s fine it’s a sacrifice that had to happen just hear me out i did the math it was necessary okay listen:

it starts out during Crozier’s Withdrawals. He’s almost through it but we’ve not had the Laudanum talk(tm) yet

Everyone thinks Tuunbaq is dead and the people said Thank U Mr Icemaster Blanky We Love U

Dr Macca is like Aight My Little Penguin Have U Considered,,,,,,Taking A Goddamn Break,,,,,,,and Jopson’s like Ew Why Would I Do Something So Horrible and Dr. Macca is like Lol U Don’t Understand Im Not Asking Im Telling,,,,Babygirl The Dark Circles Are Not Sexy Lmao Take A Nap :) and Jopson is like Ugh Fine Five Minutes and goes the hell outside

Due to a silly situation involving Irving and Little, Jopsauce is out on the ice when Tuunbaq, as one does, shows up 

Thing is when Tuunbaq shows up u only really gotta be faster than like one person and it is Irving’s lucky damn day

Jopson’s actually okay until he decides the most appropriate solution to being nose to nose with the world’s angriest coca cola mascot is to stab it in the face 

Tuunbaq is like U Go For The Face????? Bet

*Man of Constant Sorrow Plays On Xylophone* 

Due to the wonders of medical inaccuracy and some Fitzjames Heroism Jops is actually A-Okay after this

i mean he’s only got one functioning eye and his hearing is janked up for a few weeks but other than that it’s all good and i mean the fact that Crozier has to just about personally threaten to shoot him before he’ll accept any Agonies Mitigation Drugs isn’t ideal but it’s fine he’s fine he’s good it’s all fine

Crozier’s like Aight Jipjop You And I Are In Danger Of Becoming Morbid Let’s Go To Carnivale And Have A Good Time For Once

Nobody Has A Good Time At Carnivale 

Show mostly progresses as normal up until Terror Camp

At which point Tuunbaq to the Face Becomes Relevant bc i mean Crozier DOES still promote our boy to Lieutenant Status and does still give him a gun i mean why wouldn’t you but there’s an Incident and Crozier is like Listen Babygirl I Trust U With My Life And Everyone Else’s But We’re Gonna Let Someone Else Guard Sickfreak McStabbyface 

Which frees Jop up to have a lil run in with Mr Collins and be like 👀

Naturally Jopson is like Oh No oh Absolutely Not We’re Not Playing This Come On Mr Collins I Think You Had Better Let Doctor Goodsir Have A Look At You

Collins is copping hugs left and right he’s very giggly he’s high as a kite he’s like I Haven’t Slept In Two Weeks Lol 

Jopson’s like Dr Goodsir,,,,,,,,,,#Help

Goodsir is like Oh Dear,,,,,,,,,,Alright,,,,,I Gotchu,,,,,There There Mr Collins

Jop and Goodsir team up to help Mr Collins and it’s all very A Lot   

Bc Collins and Jop are both with Goodsir during the #Execution, when Tuunbaq shows up it obviously does not get Collins and also have you ever tried to kidnap a doctor when he’s got a flustered mongoose and a drugged squishmallow in his tent??? It’s not happening bub you might as well give up now

so the mutineers gtfo and Goodsir is still with Team Terror and now he has a new B Plot to be part of while the series progresses otherwise as normal

And the series does progress otherwise as normal except Collins is coming off the drugs and has both Jopson and Goodsir being like Here’s Some Will To Live and Collins Is Catching Feelings So Fast 

My Jop is still Aroace but he’s like Listen Being Needed Is My Drug And I’ve Been Having Withdrawals Of My Own So I AM Going To Be Weirdly Intense About This You Don’t Understand I Would Open My Veins For Captain Crozier He Wouldn’t Even Have To Ask When I Say I Would Do Literally Anything To Help You Sleep I Am So Serious I Am 8000% So Serious Rn What Do You Need Is It Me 

Goodsir and Collins are like Uh,,,,You- You Good Bro? Jop is like Hey Is That A Bird

At some point Tuunbaq shows up again because it’s sick of waiting on this damn ship to sail too and Collins is like Okay I Can Be Weirdly Intense About This Too and Jopson is like Oh. Oh.

and then Goodsir is like, yknow when he walks in on what appears to be the aftermath of a category 80 hurricane,,,,, I’m Super Quiet About It But If You Want To See Weirdly Intense I Mean,,,,, 

*coughs* they reach an Understanding

So naturally when Crozier gets kidnapped and Little is like Well UwU Everyone Says F That Let’s Go UwU Nothing To Be Done I Suppose UwU these three are like Oh Word? Are You Sure About That

yeah 

[manicpixiedreamjop]

The beer is lukewarm on Thomas’ tongue, doing nothing to combat the sticky summer heat that’s still lingering, even now, nearly two hours after sunset. On another night, last year, he might’ve taken the six pack next door to Solomon’s, and Solomon would’ve put it in his fridge and pulled out two cans of his own, for them to sit and drink quietly together on his porch before they found other, more interesting uses for their hands and their mouths.

They don’t do that anymore though.

A low, rumbling noise cuts through the soft buzz of the evening, through the rustle of grass and the chirping of cicadas, and Thomas pushes himself up into a seated position, looking in the direction of the sound and the approaching light. 

He knows the truck well, of course, remembers how proud Edward had been, freshly seventeen, having saved up money all year from the jobs he picked up around town, when he pulled up to Thomas’ house in it for the first time and offered him a ride to school. The two of them had spent countless nights in it, driving around aimlessly, talking about nothing in the very specific way only teenagers can.

That was before they had graduated, before Edward had driven away by himself, leaving Thomas with nothing but a single, lingering kiss, and a promise that he’d come back once he knew what the rest of the world was like (or at least the rest of the country). Thomas had been nothing but a naive, idealistic boy then, dreaming of his return, of what they’d do together when he got back, the adventures Edward would take him on, now that he was a man of the world. And he had come back, two years later, with his big stories of adventure, of spending a year on a fishing boat, a year driving around the country doing whatever he wanted, a promise that he hadn’t stopped thinking about Thomas, not once.

It was Thomas who had changed, really, who had grown up, who had taken a job at the factory in town to pay for the drugs his mother had needed to recover, and then continued to need, just to be happy. When Edward tried to kiss him again, Thomas had said no. He wasn’t built for love like that, not anymore.

He watches the headlights approach, watches them light the fields around them up gold. The truck stops, far too soon to be for Thomas, just as it always does these days.

He cuts the engine just in time for Thomas to hear the sound of a screen door opening, and then closing again, of Edward’s own car door opening and shutting, and when Thomas allows himself another glance, it is to see the two of them, Edward and Solomon, silhouetted in the bright glare of the headlights, turned in towards each other. Edward’s hand is on Solomon’s shoulder, and even from where Thomas is sitting, he can see Edward’s bright grin as he looks up at him. Solomon’s hat is pulled down low over his eyes, but Thomas knows if he could see his face exactly what it would look like too. The soft smile, the crinkle at the corners of his eyes - the same expression he’d made at Thomas, sometimes, before Edward had come back and whatever nebulous (casual, always casual) thing they’d built came crashing down.

Their voices are too low to make out the words they’re saying, and yet Thomas can hear the affection in them, can hear Solomon’s low chuckle when Edward leans in closer to him. Solomon steps forward too, pressing a knee between Edward’s thighs, puts his lips to Edward’s ear, and Edward lets out a laugh, one of the bright, full ones that happen so rarely. Time was that Thomas was the only person who could make him laugh like that.

They’re not kissing, but this almost seems more intimate than that, this gentle touch, the lingering gazes, and Thomas wonders if he should look away. He doesn’t. Takes another sip of lukewarm beer.

A decision seems to be reached between them anyways, because Edward steps away, moving back around to the drivers side of the truck to reach in through the open window, turn off the lights, shove his keys into his pocket. He takes Solomon’s hand, and the two of them take the few short steps up the stairs of Solomon’s porch and into his house, letting the screen door slam shut behind them.

Thomas lays back down, lets the tall grass around him shield him from view, turn him invisible, just the way he’s supposed to be, and reaches for another beer.

from a brainstorm with @manicpixiedreamjop about jopsolittle cowboys where edward and sol get together first (and jop doesn't think love is meant for him)

[theremustbeabear]

copy-and-pasting from discord but i'm working on an au idea and it's making me a little feral

i'm stewing on a like. double agent jopson au where he gets in hickey's good graces by dropping hints here and there that he's unhappy with how crozier treats him, his promotion is worthless and he'll never be valued like a real lieutenant, stuff like that, and hickey "recruits" him possibly instead of hodgson and then at some point jopson kills him

and jopson manages to play his hand so well that he's like. number two next to gibson, even. and then he runs hickey through with a knife and tells him captain crozier sends his regards

i just feel like there's a lot of bitterness that jopson isn't harbouring but could be, and it would be so easy for him to pretend that he resents the entire wardroom to hickey, it would make perfect sense

i had this idea of like. the moment that really cements jopson in hickey’s mind as his closest ally besides gibson. is that he offers hickey a drink. and it’s the bottle of crozier’s whiskey he was ordered to dump in the snow. and hickey takes this as irrefutable proof of the resentment jopson has for crozier (really, jopson’s just had his suspicions that it might come to this for a while—mutiny in general, not specifically with hickey—and saved it just in case he could use it, to bargain or elsewise)

i can just see, like-- "i was told to pour this out, on the snow. i thought i might have a better use for it." and hickey looks at the bottle and laughs, incredulously-- "you disobeyed a direct order? you did, mr jopson?" and jopson just smiles "i think you and i are going to get along very well, mr jopson." "as do i, mr hickey."

i don't think jopson would tell anybody else of his plan, to ensure that the truth isn't let slip, and to prevent crozier from ordering him not to do it and hickey would keep him out of any group meetings, trying to prevent the identity of "his" lieutenant being discovered i can see him gloating to his other allies that he has a lieutenant in his pocket without specifying which one

i think hickey would also be ecstatic about the idea of "his" lieutenant being the one who was just as low-born as he--he'd perhaps see, with jopson's encouragement, jopson's promotion being something that jopson coerced his way into acquiring, intelligently working his way to crozier's right hand despite his station which, of course, is actually what jopson's done to hickey, which makes it even easier as a lie i can even see jopson becoming almost an equal, in hickey's mind, like crozier. low-bred, cunning, charming… hickey would see himself, there

(i can also see gibson getting jealous) "you trust him more than me." "who?" "your lieutenant. the one whose name you won't even tell me. me, cornelius. you won't tell me the name of your closest ally?" "i know you're not a fool, billy. you know why i can't tell you. someone might overhear, or--" "or i might decide to betray him, is that right? don't lie to me, cornelius, just say that you don't trust me. or tell me who your man is, and we can put this aside." "…don't be ridiculous, billy. you wouldn't dare turn coat, not now." "you do trust him more than me." "trust is a funny thing, billy. trying to tally it will only bring you grief."

i'm going INSANE

[jurassic-cunt]

i just know feral little thomas jopson loved putting that rope around hickey's neck

[sunlaire]

Saw you maidposting and was suddenly overcome with a wave of indescribable love, so I wanted you to know that I love you and having you as a friend is a constant source of joy. You're an absolute gift to see both on my dash and in my notes💖💖💖💖

(also did you know you were the first person to follow my terror sideblog?)

Oh my GOD awwwww I did NOT know I was the first person to follow your side blog! 😖🩷🩷🩷🩷 I love you too Aww. It's funny, back when you joined the fandom I saw you in my notes, and I read that feral Jopson fic of course and then I was on AO3 reading your Flutter fic, I didn't know that all of these were you until I looked at the fic notes. I was like "YOU!! I KNOW YOU!" 🤣

(this was back when you had the james pfp haha) You have made my time in this fandom so much fun. 🙏 You are there for me when i have Weird Art i cant show anyone else. and WOW no one else is doing it like you, i swear. I love clicking over to your blog and immediately seeing some of the most unhinged and fun fan content 🥰 you are such a blessing

[leadandblood]

Dude, your steward fucking bit me

[slow-burn-sally]

One of my favorite scenes in The Terror is when Jopson is watching Crozier shave himself, and just gets absolutely bent out of shape over it. But like, he's too reserved and loyal to express any emotion that's not abject, feral devotion, or 'Fades into the background', so he just uses gentle snark and says "That's my job you're shaving away sir," while silently imploding with separation anxiety.

[majorxmaggiexboy]

The Terror + Mariner’s Revenge Song au i am a goddamn genius

[leadandblood]

Hnnnngggg feral Jopson

Long time no see! I made another picrew for my friends, please enjoy :)

[thegreenmeridian]

Ok we all love a good “Crozier has the protective dad talk with Little” and for good reason, but I feel like we’re missing out on “Jopson has the protective son talk with Fitz”.

Imagine it. Our boy finding a moment to pull Fitzy to one side and asking his intentions towards his dad. Being polite and respectful but still making it clear that he will absolutely go feral if James messes his dad about.

[theremustbeabear]

heard you guys like feral jopson or whatever...