#the acockalypse

[brasideios]

I seriously love how unhinged (affectionate) blogs can be.

they fall broadly into two categories:

Unhinged in that they're so completely specialist that it's clearly a result of super-high grade obsession, and focussing on things that I personally would never have imagined anyone would get obsessed about. Like rusty train carriages in fields, or one specific kind of caterpillar (how are there so many pictures of this grey lil guy??) or like - a very particular build of man or woman - or one specific part of human bodies. I don't judge, but dude - it is always a double take.

OR it's like - eyyy nice - birds, paintings, libraries - I can vibe with this! - then suddenly it's just cocks. Cocks for the next ten, twenty posts. Or titties. Or occasionally a combination of the two, which y'know - keeps it fresh - then wham, you're back to vintage cars, row boats and maybe a few aesthetic pics of forests or dogs or something - but wait - you guessed it - then come more cocks!

The world is full of people out there just vibing and I'm here cheering them on - you do you lovelies. I do regularly scratch my head about why they've followed my blog though - but at the end of the day, that's between them and the gods 😊

[the-authors-backup]

Acockalypse.

[sakialumei]

Dr. Acockalypse ~This too shall end, and answers may await you when that day comes, but for now know that these visitations were borne of naught but love~

when did the frank n furter graduating class get so DEEP and MOVING

(in all honestly, people coming together to prank me is one of the funniest, most loving things I can imagine <3 )

[zekuspookie]

the four horsemen of the acockalypse

[apocamarchive]

Apocamarc Lore, part 1: The aCOCKalypse group chat

When apocamarc thoughts started becoming more serious and in depth, the fans who were already aware of each other on discord grouped up, and then reached out to some other ppl that had shown interest in sharing thoughts, and a lil dm chat was born. This was, initially, meant to keep thoughts away from being discussed in public to let ppl rest, but it evolved into just vibing. And of course, deep discussions were had on character dynamics, the effect of one touched by a god on one who believed himself to be one, and much more.

This is the baseline for lore that will be shared on this blog, as it will largely stem from conversations there, because we are mentally ill and we thought a lot💖

Perhaps this sharing will help some of you think about them too :-)

[sunlightmurdock]

acockalypse

[aegisbane]

four hor(semen) of the acockalypse.

[lmanberg]

the irony of international asexualilty day and the acockalypse being the same day LMFAOOO

Theo has horrible timing

[siphersaysstuff]

The Acockalypse.

Terfs really think dicks are inherently weapons of mass destruction like??? What the FUCK are u saying lmao

[charlottemadison42]

There was a lot to catch up on during that bus ride back to Oxford Mayfair. Excerpt:

"A tuba gun?"

Crowley blurted the words at full volume, eyebrows arching fiercely.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"What in the flowering heavenly fuck was he even doing there, with his tuba -- gun -- brick -- thing?"

"Oh, that would be Shadwell," said Aziraphale. "Witchfinder Sergeant Shadwell. I suppose I never introduced you. Not the most enlightened soul I'm afraid. And it's rather shaped more like a flugelhorn --"

"No I know who Shadwell is, he works for me," Crowley grumped. "I just can't figure how he ineffably turned up at the improbably-British-Apocalypse-showdown."

"Shadwell works for you?"

"Yeh, field operative of mine for decades. Sent him up to investigate Tadfield earlier this week but --"

"I sent him to Tadfield too, just the other day. He's been on retainer for me since 1981."

"Angel." Crowley snatched the wine bottle, found it empty, refilled it. "You. Know. Shadwell? You employ Shadwell?!" He attacked the bottle as if he held it responsible for this revelation.

Aziraphale cocked an eyebrow thoughtfully. "If we both sent him to Tadfield, the question is what he was doing in Soho this afternoon."

"Polishing his tuba gun thing, apparently. How'd he get way out here with you then?" Armed now with a wine bottle, Crowley could gesticulate to full effect, arms flung all over creation.

"He happened to call on Madame Tracy just when I -- well -- when we began, that is, cohabiting. She was holding a séance, I found her open to, er, hosting, and while we discussed plans he charged in to defend her honor. And he had a weapon, as you've observed. So we brought him along."

"But wait wait wait wait wait. Shadwell escorted. The two of you. All the way from London?" Crowley's knee bounced and his voice arpeggiated wildly as he collated the facts. "On a scooter. WITH the tuba gun thing? So you could murder the Antichrist -- with that?"

The angel nodded, biting his lip. "Mm-hmm."

Aziraphale reached for the flailing bottle. It was all rather a lot, and Crowley was spinning up more than winding down.

"And that was after you found me at the bar. So then how the heaven’d you beat me here? How'd you cross the M25?"

"Well I had to expedite our party's progress overland. Frivolous miracle reprimands were unlikely to matter anymore, so I just..." Aziraphale gestured a tipsy curlicue as if it clarified anything. "Off we all went. Didn't notice anything odd about the M25. Even so, I was shocked as anything we overtook you, the way you drive. And when you arrived, you -- your car -- what was....? How........?" He couldn't think where to begin the question, didn't know what the question was, so he stopped his mouth with wine.

Thought of the Bentley dampened Crowley's tornadic spin. "Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeh. It'sss been a flaming hell of a day is all." He slumped til his knees hit the next seat up and he could slump no further. "Lots of flames. Flamey -- fiery -- fuckin' -- flames."

..."Well I was very sorry to hear about your friend," Aziraphale said tenderly.

"My friend? What friend? You're my friend."

"The one you lost?"

They turned to face one another again, Aziraphale sympathetic and bewildered, Crowley's surprised-scowl deepening, noses so very close just right there. But a familiar mounting tension flared this time.

"Angel, look, I know you don't --"

And there was that Tone. Oh dear. Aziraphale rushed in to curtail it. "When I telephoned, you said you had an old friend over. Then at the pub you told me you lost....?"

"OH! Ohhhhhhh, no no no no." Crowley flicked his wrist broadly to dismiss something or other and seized the alcohol. The Tone mercifully evaporated. "Of course you'd have connected those. No. 'S not what happened at all. The old friend thing, when you called, there were demons in my office."

"You have an office?"

"In my flat, the office in my flat. Demons in it was the interesting part I thought." Crowley suddenly pretzeled into an improbable pile of triangles: turned his back against the window, hoisted a shoe onto his seat, knee doubled up and hands clasped on it, other foot kicked all the way under their bench, elbows flung every which way. "Ugh. Now I think about it, there's still some demon in my flat."

"They came to reprimand you?"

"Came to finish me, angel. I'd cocked up the Apocalypse! Acoppa -- Acockalypse." He smirked and drank. The wine was settling in nicely.

"Crowley! But they didn't."

"Nnnnnnope." The smirk broke into a wide grin. "Thanks to my favorite vintage thermos and my actual old friend. Saved my life and you weren't even there!" Crowley toasted him with the bottle.

(Read the rest at “Recounting the Deeds of the Day,” https://archiveofourown.org/works/21454282)

[twistedmarionettes]

my favorite thing abt this blog is sometimes i can reblog chickens and tag @directingthetimelines 

[titleknown]

I’m not quite at the point of being able to do follow-ups to my “terrible drawn-porn men design descriptions” post on terrible tropes in Transformation fetish work or terrible tropes in the portrayal of non-dyadic individuals in fetish work, but I will say that one or both of them may use the phrase “Acockalypse Now” to describe a very specific narrative archetype, and that fact frightens me...

[darkshrimpemotions]

@witchyplasma you're right augh what have I done

The Cockpocalypse is nigh

[apocamarchive]

Welcome to the apocamarchive!😳🌘🛸✨

That’s right! Here you will find all things apocamarc (the pairing of Apocalypse from X-Men: Apocalypse and Marc Spector from Moon Knight), ranging from fan content, to cursed memes, to lore posts.

History

While it started out as a very cursed joke originating in the Moon Knight fandom (following a previous string of other cursed jokes involving propeller tits and Apocalypse attractiveness discourse), apocamarc slowly evolved into something more strangely serious as jokes tried to give it playful legitimacy to highlight how ridiculous it was, only to discover a very strange but interesting pairing instead. While still crack-y, it slowly built up a small following of serious fans with dynamic thoughts, headcanons, and art.

And here we are :-)

The original apocamarc posts:

Bisexual lighting connection, coining the ship name in the reblogs

(IDs in ALT)

Main shitpost thread

Rebirth of apocamarc back on the dash

Additionally important content:

First ship edit

First dynamic study

First fanart piece

First fic

The aCOCKalypse groupchat

Additional content can be found on the blogs of @mockspector (#attack of the apocalusties, #apocamarc my beloathed, and sometimes #cursed mutual content) @pizzee (#apussy, #apocamarc) and @scarabgrant (#apocamarc)

This blog will be sorted by #fanart, #fics, #headcanons, #memes, #music, #analysis, and #lore. Additional tags for certain topics include: #apocababy (for a headcanoned child) and #apocafamily (for apocamarc family content). This list will be updated as content is added.

You are welcome to send in asks or submit posts, but please try to provide IDs if you do (and leave a note if so since ALT can’t be checked on mobile). Other then that, apocamarc to your apcaheart’s content, and enjoy updates as they are reblogged :-)🤙

[kniifethrow]

apocalypse more like acockalypse amirite

[yourskeletonpal]

me: Yeah its X of Swords, like the sex men

my gf: The Sex men???

Me: yeah, cycocks, acockalypse, professor sex... Magneto

her: *loses it*