#reverse terrorism

[perenial]

post fitzpost

[xysidhequeen]

Take your time of answering this. No rush 😊

I’m curious after Jason been knighted as a Red Knight and first dealing with the Flash Fam screwing up the flow of time… Again…

A Flash: messes up the timestream

Jason:

Now, keep in mind Jason had been fucking with the Flash Fam prior to being formally knighted. Being knighted as Fright Knight(or Red Knight in this case) just gives him a bit of a power up and also gives him a good deal of authority in the 'Realms.

Now what was really scary was the first time Jason went after a Flash fucking with the timestream while in his Red Knight armor.

Just. This hulking suit of armor and ghostly flames running at them like the Terminator and. They're the FLASH fam. They're supposed to be the fastest people around. Yet they can't outrun this full on armored tank of a being.

When he catches up to whichever Flash is responsible he just scruffs them like misbehaving kittens and shakes them.

"Stop. Fucking. With. Time. You. Little. Shit." And a few more shakes for good measure. And whichever Flash it is just nods meekly. Because what else are you gonna do when this man who is more built than Superman, faster than you, who is coated in black and red armor literally radiating flames picks you up like you weigh nothing more than a wet paper bag and scolds you like a puppy who piddled on the carpet?

You agree and then offer to buy him chilidogs. (All of the Flash Fams know the big tank dude likes chilidogs, the skinny eldritch nightmare likes burgers)

Danny and Jason are the Flash Fam's version of those scary sea stories sailors tell each other. They're what goes bump in the night.

[asparklethatisblue]

In which Sir John tries his hand at matchmaking: after all who could be a more perfect match for his dear niece than James Fitzjames?

Finally I can reveal the art for my @theterrorreversebang , and the accompanying fic by Acephalous! “Matching such unlikes” please go read and enjoy!

[noughticalcrossings]

Sergeant Solomon Tozer

Well you finally sound frightened, Solomon

[awhbeans]

I'm so pleased to reveal my collab with @capricioustube for this round of The Terror Reverse Bang! You want a light romance? A little angst? A full reincarnation AU with Crozier and Jopson as modern day archeologists returning to King William Island to bring home their dead? This baby's got it all!

[odin-den]

dying at nolans villains wiki bio. he lives for the job, hes working 25/8, on that grindset, etc, etc

[theterrorreversebang]

Presenting, for your viewing and reading pleasure: the final collection of this year's Terror Reverse Bang, a feast of gorgeous artwork, beautiful fic, friendship, laughter, tears, …some horny. OK, a lot of horny.

You can find the AO3 collection for the event here. Summaries and links to the artwork below the cut.   

Thank you all for going on this fantastic journey with us.

Eat well and enjoy.

- ❤️, Charlie and Vio 

amateur operator (T, hickey/irving tozer/irving, 10.5k)

artwork and concept by entangled_system

fic by pointyshades

At an isolated research station at the top of a warming world, in the most inhospitable place on Earth for communications, John Irving studies signal propagation - and studiously avoids the obvious metaphor. John’s had a lot of practice at ignoring the obvious, but when an improbable random contact with an amateur radio operator calling himself "EC" leads to even more improbable regular contact with the same operator, not even John can ignore the ridiculous reality: a growing relationship with someone he knows only by their call sign; a relationship conducted half in Morse code.

John's real-life connections aren't going half so well, and neither is his research: his radio equipment keeps suffering accidents, and he can't stop getting into arguments with Sergeant Tozer, the man assigned to help him fix it. Frustrated, he turns even further toward his relationship with EC - and finds himself being urged down a path of paranoia as to who is actually damaging his equipment.

an arcane kind of murder (M, fitzier, 7.5k)

artwork and concept by pretendingday

fic by shakespeares_girl

At the Baronet Franklin's annual tourney, a series of murders begins. Francis is pressed into investigating, with the help of James Fitzjames. But Lord Franklin won't cancel the tournament, and the murders are getting more and more violent.

as per my last email (E, joplittle, 67.2k)

artwork and concept by mitarashi8

fic by manicpixiedreamjop

Edward Little has lived his life the way he thought he was supposed to. He went to a good university, got a good job as the head of PR at Erebus men’s magazine, and bought a home. He blames the fact that he hans’t dated since university on the fact that he doesn’t have time and not the fact that it terrifies him, and spends what little free time he has trying to pretend he isn’t miserable.

His neighbour Thomas Jopson has lived his life the only way he knows how. He fought his way from a childhood in foster care into a degree and a career that he loves, spending his days doing social work and his evenings volunteering with a local nonprofit supporting queer youth in the foster system. He plans his days down to the second, hardly allowing himself time for anything outside of work and sleep, but he is, at least mostly, satisfied.

When Edward’s boss is quoted saying something homophobic, it’s Edward’s job to clean up the mess, which leads him to the nonprofit that Thomas volunteers with. This new connection has the potential to turn both Edward and Thomas’ lives upside down. If only the two of them actually liked each other.

barghest. (T, joplittle, 10.3k)

artwork and concept by oughtnots

fic by derry_rain

Edward Little is a humble accountant in the late 1920s, but he has lately become haunted by visions of death: his own death, in the form of a great black dog not unlike one that bit him as a child. When his endless visions of ice and snow and the black dog won't end, he finds himself turning to a paranormal private eye: Thomas Jopson.

be that my cue to crave you (E, little/le vesconte, 9.6k)

artwork and concept by bilgewater01

fic by orchis

“If I could eat anything right now—”

“Henry.”

“Anything at all, from all the dishes and delicacies I've ever stuffed my face with—”

“Henry.”

“I think I'd go for an apple,” he finishes. “How awfully pedestrian of me. Nothing fancy, just an apple, and I don't even have the strong teeth for it anymore.”

“Henry.”

He huffs. “I hear you,” he says, and Edward can imagine him frowning, lips pursed. He wishes he could see him in the dark. “Tell me what you'd have, then, and I'll shut up about it.”

As the dark winters of the Arctic stretch before him, Edward yearns and craves and waits.

dear john (T, hodgson/irving/little, 16.6k)

artwork and concept by turnofthesentry

fic by mxjopsonfan

When John receives an anonymous love letter he resolves immediately to find the culprit. Little does he know that he is about to go on a voyage of self-discovery, realisations of deep affection, and three of her Majesty's naval Lieutenants showing how incapable they are of being Normal About Feelings.

ice wine (M, fitzier, 19.9k)

artwork and concept by o-rchidae

fic by melismata

Sir John, English wine pioneer, has survived every crisis since the 70s. Surely three bad harvests and a global pandemic aren't such a big deal? Fortunately, everyone else at Parable Wines agrees the business urgently needs saving. Unfortunately, no-one agrees how.

iceblink luck (M, fitzier, 30.4k)

artwork and concept by marella-moon - x

fic by perenial

October, 1987. With the Thatcher government entering its third term, Defence minister Sir John Franklin looks to offload two of his dockside London properties: one, a successful dance school directed by celebrated principal danseur James Fitzjames, and the other, a century-old boxing gym helmed by former middleweight Olympic hopeful turned disgraced misanthrope Francis Crozier.

In a show of generosity, Franklin offers Crozier the chance to buy out the gym he's poured over a decade of work into. It should be the opportunity he's been waiting for – except Crozier's barely keeping the gym afloat as it is, and Franklin's asking price far exceeds his means. With only one month to cough up the funds or forfeit the gym, Crozier finds himself backed into a corner, fighting for a piece of history he refuses to let go and against a past that's just waiting for him to give in.

matching such unlikes (G, fitzier, 7.5k)

artwork and concept by asparklethatisblue

fic by acephalous

In which Sir John tries his hand at matchmaking: after all who could be a more perfect match for his dear niece than James Fitzjames?

our flag means mutiny (T, hickey/gibson, 8.5k)

artwork and concept by o-rchidae

fic by borderparasol

Cornelius Hickey, William Gibson, and Solomon Tozer have successfully pulled off a grand mutiny, stealing HMS Terror to sail on the open seas and live their life free from the shackles of the Empire, plundering and making their living as pirates!

So...now what? And does anybody know how to fish?

provenance (M, jopzier fitzier silna/goodsir, 7.7k)

artwork and concept by kaupaint

fic by hangingfire

Three relics of the lost Franklin Expedition.

“Don't you get it yet? It must act like a recording, fixed in the floor and the walls. Right in the substance of them, a trace of what happened in there. And we pick it up. We act as detectors, decoders, amplifiers … It would have to be in the stone.”

—The Stone Tape, Nigel Kneale, 1972

reform your behaviour (E, irving/jopson, 9.4k)

artwork and concept by royaielfroot

fic by somelikeitred (ringofboubt)

After finding Hickey and Gibson in a compromising position, Lieutenant Irving intends to inform the Captain immediately. But when he finds Jopson first the Captain's steward persuades him to be lenient.

“Is it necessary to condemn the men -," Jopson considered his words, searching for the phrasing least likely to spook the lieutenant, "-over a desire for companionship? Is it so unforgivable for a man to be lonely?”

John studied him carefully; unable to formulate any response. Surely, Jopson could not be arguing that such vices were acceptable.

sent to the sea (E, annfitzrossier, 10.4k)

artwork and concept by brainyraccoons

fic by swanfloatieknight

After James Ross rescued them, Francis and James return to London in 1848. Francis lives with the Rosses in married bliss.

If only he could stop thinking about James Fitzjames, the bond they shared in the Arctic, and the last letter he sent that Fitzjames never replied to.

sweet to tongue, sound to eye (T, hodgson/irving/little, 10.1k)

artwork and concept by brimstone-cowboy

fic by unnecessary

After an Admiralty party bidding them farewell, the lieutenants get lost in Hampstead Heath. But not all is as it seems...

those wretched beings (M, multiple characters, 7.8k)

artwork and concept by melisusthewee

fic by notinmylab

A very literal take on the idea that colonialism is an infectious disease and that English ships are the carriers. Or, a zombie AU where Something Else is on the ice with them.

unerring devotion (T, jopzier, 7.5k)

artwork and concept by awhbeans

fic by yellow

Everyone else called Francis Frank, but in the quiet of their tent Thomas called him Francis.

Francis wore his two identities awkwardly, like an ill-fitting suit he couldn’t take off. He slipped into old fashioned speech and complained that people thought it affected. But Thomas liked it, just like he liked that Francis still let him call him Francis, and didn’t insist they were different people now. Quite the opposite.

If anything, Thomas was the one who had taken his two lives and separated them neatly, folded them and put them away. With Francis he could take out Thomas and put it on, like crawling into another skin. It was worn and battered but Francis seemed to like it best, and Thomas was glad of it.

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Thomas Jopson and Francis Crozier are reincarnated. They find each other, and then they set out to find their missing men.

unknown by name or rank (E, joplittle, 17.1k)

artwork and concept by mitarashi8

fic by hypallepse

Years after the Great War, in a tiny illegal pub in the British countryside, Thomas met an awkward veteran and Edward a mysterious war nurse. They almost crashed in their desire to get to know each other, they shared an evening like no other, before having their night cut short by a police raid. How to find the other back with no memory of each other’s name or address? Why even try?

Both of them will stumble in the dark, battling the remnants of the war, unaware of the secret they will unearth in their effort to get that new chance at life.

[sarahwatchesthings]

They've been changing each other's polarity for centuries.

[mitarashi8]

Aaaand thanks to @theterrorreversebang I also got to meet lovely @hypallepse and work with them!

In this Interwar AU Thomas and Edward are WWI veterans meeting by chance years after the war and feeling an instant, irresistible connection but-

An heart-wrenching and heart-warming story, read it on... [ao3]

[tumatawa]

Well since my other image is radioactive heres progress on a rival character for Nina I finally got started on instead. Everybody say hello to Little miss Uefi. Initially built to explore emotion regulation but was repurposed into a fighter robot a few years after the project was abandoned 👎 She likes to play and draw

[serendipitous-posts]

I specifically headcanon as Husk as being fat whilst he was an Overlord. When he was at his peak he was happy and healthy and well fed. Like, Overlord Husk, to me, looked great. Shiny, glossy fur and well kept feathers and nice clothes and a full belly. He took immaculate goddamn care of himself. Alastor's deal wasn't the start of the spiral into neglect, as he grew more and more desperate to keep his power, but working under him definitely made him deteriorate more and quicker. Present day Husk has ragged fur and split feathers and never wears any shirts or shoes and drinks his life away. And, most importantly, is underweight.

[oughtnots]

my illustrations for the 2023 terror reverse bang! these were created in tandem with 20thcenturyvole's fic, And It Is Here, And It Is Now:

Before the ships are trapped in the ice, James Fitzjames sees a terrible vision of the future, a harbinger of his own death. Before the ships are trapped in the ice, Francis Crozier is visited by a tender apparition, an angel wearing James Fitzjames' face. They are both seeing the same vision. Whether they can heed its warning is another matter entirely.

the fic is incredible, please check it out!

[blackpilljesus]

I came across this stages of genocide image and couldn't help but see so many parallels to this and the way maIes treat women. They may not seek to wipe out every woman because they need our labour but they kill our spirit. They kill our personhood leaving us as nothing but mere shells to serve them. The level of each stage varies from country to country but overall maIe violence & eradicating womens autonomy is a constant across ALL countries. Replace "government" with maIe and their evil becomes that more clearer.

Classification - MaIes do not see women as fellow people they purely see women as resources to serve them. There have been studies showing that the part of moids brains that light up when they see women is the same part that lights up when they see inanimate objects. Seeing the way maIes talk about women & girls among themselves is the biggest telltale sign of this. MaIes prioritise one anothers words & work over womens so much so that maIes respect hypothetical maIes over women in front of them. Things that women like are met with contempt (until moids invade & overthrow it). MaIes do not respect or consume women centric/produced media; it's seen as something just for women meanwhile maIe is seen as default. On that note, maIe is seen as the default. MaIe clothing, sports categories, names to call people i.e. bro/dude, etc are seen as neutral/the default. MaIes coordinate to keep women subjugated; in some cases maIes are promised women to dominate in exchange for their loyalty as if women are objects & not people. A clear divide of maIes "us vs them" system.

Symbolisation - while sex characteristics aren't things that can (easily) be hidden in many cases. There are places where women are forced to dress a certain way which sets them apart from maIes further & dehumanises them. In many islamic countries women aren't allowed to show their hair (or in more extreme countries; their faces).

Discrimination - Something many of us are familiar with. Women are discriminated against in society in many areas. Some more overtly than others. In some countries women cant step outdoors alone, cant work, cant drive, cant go to school, etc. In other countries on the more covert side women face discrimination in many settings like healthcare & work.

Dehumanisation - The main slur for women is "bitch" which means a female dog. There's so many slurs/tropes out there that insult & equate womens genitalia with weakness such as "pussy". Also EVERYthing women do gets sexualised. Moids can be literally butt naked & they wouldn't be sexualised but women are pornified for doing everyday things. No matter what women do there's a fetish/fantasy for it. Sexual depraved behaviour & dehumanisation of women + girls.

Organisation - With the way societies are set up they're essentially pools of prey for maIes. Governments & legal forces such as the military + police are established to control said pools. Women are forced to live in society among their predators bound by rules of the land that stop them from fighting back or in some cases stopping women from leaving. The way the police dismiss cases of women being abused/stalked/raped is not a mistake it's by design but best believe they'll arrest (& in some countries; kill) women who fight back. Many women have been killed by moids despite obtaining restraining orders and filing numerous cases of restraining order violations. The police are a distraction that delay the inevitable for many of these women. For every rapist/moid that killed women that was imprisoned; there's a bunch more that get let off the hook. Women are also punished harder in the legal system. I know some believe the police system are the line between women & a lifetime damnation of mass rape or worse which is debatable but I wont get into it here, the point is how the police exploit power to aid misogyny & punish women who fight back.

Polarisation - So much misogynistic media out there from porn to everyday tv paints women out to be nothing but naggy sex objects in a nutshell (so much so that many 'afabs' dont "feel like women" and identify as non-binary given the oversexual portrayal of what women are in society). There's been so many studies showing how maIes watching porn increases their likelihood of committing hate crimes against women.

Persecution/Extermination - There have been hundreds of villages where baby girls haven't been born. In places like India & China baby girls were killed when they were born and it was found out they were girls. Moids wouldn't wipe all women out atm because they need our labour but they will not hesitate to wipe out women who dont submit to their twisted views. Women who've said no, women who've said yes, women who didn't perform labour a certain way the moid wants, women who gave birth to daughters rather than a son, women who left, women who stayed, women going about their own lives, women trying to help moids with their lives, women who earn more money, women who have no finances, etc are all women that moids have ruthlessly killed in cold blood with misogyny as the trigger.

Denial - "Not all men!1!", "This is all made up!1!". Moids will pretend like the concerns women raise about our safety is dramatic knowing damn well the hostile climate women are forced to exist in. Also given the size of the maIe population & how women are tied to them in numerous ways it provides cover for their crimes to reduce it to interpersonal issues rather than the dialogue describing maIe evil as a strategic social attack.

[brimstone-cowboy]

“After an Admiralty party bidding them farewell, the lieutenants get lost in Hampstead Heath. But not all is as it seems...”

A Midsummer Night’s Dream retelling for @theterrorreversebang written by @unnecessaryligatures and artwork by yours truly.

[pileofsith]

Silent Lands

As Silna wanders across the land, tugged forwards by a mysterious presence, she contemplates the future and her place in it, if any.

Our entry for @theterrorreversebang: story by @moonwalkingcrab, pictures by me. My prompt was to have Silna meet a ghostly Goodsir.

You can read the full story HERE!

[pretendingday]

“Storm’s nearly here,” Francis calls out to no one and nothing in particular, voice as rough as the waves that strike fast and intense against the rocks.

It’s finally time to reveal mine and @cajunroe’s project for @theterrorreversebang. I’ve had so much fun working on these drawings, and it’s been ever so exciting to discover the yarn my writing partner has spun from my admittedly very vague concept. A huge thank you to Faye, the TTRB mods, and all my fellow artists in the event discord.

leave the light on is available to read now, on ao3.