#Jopving

[majorxmaggiexboy]

#the terror amc #jopving #posting w/o comment other than ive got it bad somehow like #by all accounts it doesn't make sense

[lieutenantmongoose]

Verse Info: Good and Faithful (or, a polite haunting) 

The Story - 

( Good and Faithful, Codifier )      -     In which Jopson died just before the 1839 expedition. He tends to avoid discussion of how it actually happened, but in any case he had just accepted the stewardship position and had been counting on those wages to pay the doctor for his mother’s treatment, and needed to ensure that she and Avery would be reasonably comfortable in his absence.  

Being that he had neither time nor inclination to be dead, and truthfully not quite even realizing he was dead, Jopson simply collected himself and carried on as usual, under the impression that the whole incident was simply a minor dizzy spell.

The issue, of course, with continuing to pilot one’s corporeal form with a severed connection between body and ghost, is that it’s somewhat akin to clutching a bedsheet in front of yourself while standing outside in a hurricane. And in addition to keeping hold of that bedsheet, you also have to hang up the rest of the laundry on the lines, and avoid letting your neighbors see that you’re out in a hurricane in nothing but a bedsheet still trying to finish your laundry, because odds are your neighbors will have Questions about this type of behavior. 

Fortunately, Jopson had always been quick to catch on to things so it was with only a minor bout of sudden collapses and fits of uncharacteristic clumsiness that he mostly got the hang of the situation before setting sail, and for the most part was able to avoid any trouble. 

Avoiding trouble lasted until a point about halfway through the expedition, when he very nearly frightened Captain Crozier into a similar state by forgetting to shiver. Or keep up a pulse. This almost led to a rather tender moment indeed as Crozier was quite unhappy to see him Dying, but this was abated by admitting to already having been quite dead from the beginning and thus unchanged in status despite what ought to have been a lethal case of hypothermia.

All in all, Crozier was actually rather more amenable to the idea of having a dead steward than he’d thought ten minutes prior, and all continued as normal. 

However

Once the Franklin Expedition begins

( Oh Dear, My Heart/The Moon Plays Host ) 

It turns out that keeping hold of the proverbial bedsheet is a lot more challenging under certain conditions, and there are only so many ‘fainting spells’ that can be got away with without arousing suspicion, and that the presence of a strange magic in the air tends to have interesting effects on ghosts improperly connected to the mortal plane.

It further turns out that this arrangement creates a bit of an impasse when faced with soul-devouring creatures. They are used to tackling a body and pulling the soul from it. The soul simply moving out of the way is not generally expected, and is regarded as highly inconvenient. 

Or, 

Jopson is a ghost during the Franklin Expedition, which is fine, except that improperly tethered ghosts start to get a little bit creature-y the longer they drift in seemingly-cursed landscapes trying to reject their souls like a bad transplant. Also, at night, Jopson can see the crew’s Dead still wandering the ice. 

#verses tag to be determined #tuunbaq pouncing on him like BWAH BWAH IM GONNA COLLINS U #jopson drops that sheet so fast like ''I'D RATHER YOU DIDN'T???'' #tuunbaq (offended) ''wait wtf'' #jopson (also offended) ''pls don't damage that too badly i still need a corporeal form to do laundry :('' #it's fine tho he figures out how to poltergeist a little bit #every time someone new enters the nighttime ghost chat they're like ''bro when did u even die u were fine last i saw'' #''1839'' ''wHAT'' #irving is straight up so offended #what was he supposed to do irv he had bills to pay u wouldve done the same thing #puppeteering your own damn self gets pretty distracting u ARE going to drop the sheet occasionally #which is why the captain has to be like *weary sigh* ''it's a fainting disorder he's fine'' #''jopson for the love of god blink will you'' #*has to go to doctor to keep up pretenses* #dr (sweating) ''Something's Off'' #i'd like this au to generally be jopving just bc ''grant us ghosts' would be a heckin raw title but also #i feel like Goodson would be funny bc Goodsir would just be like (after Finding Out) #*dreamy sigh* ''i want to study you under a microscope :)''

[spi-ltmilk]

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#not who i am #queued

[snigdhapriyadarshini15]

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[komware]

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[kyu69]

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[freakuotes]

"Aunque esa cara no es..." - Hasegawa refiriéndose a Yoshinaga. (Koi Monogatari)

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#frase

[jagoultra47]

Gotcha, gotcha too, an wobble wobble wobbly https://www.instagram.com/p/CCqKPa-jOPV/?igshid=1gyn8e08x35bx

[zulfishaikh]

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[majorxmaggiexboy]

Little: You and Jopson? I wouldn't have called that one. What made you fall for him?

Irving: Among other things, he makes people think about God.

Little: How so??

Jopson: *seemingly materializes in room*

Little, startled: Jesus Christ!

Irving: see?

#the terror amc #jopving #john irving #thomas jopson #edward little

[lieutenantmongoose]

🍌 - Who is someone that makes them feel uncomfortable? How do they handle interactions with this person? What is the source of the discomfort?

🍎 - What is a hobby or interest that they would be distressed over losing access to? I.e a dancer who breaks their leg for months, etc. How would they cope?

(I was going to ask how organised her is, but we know he's numbered and lined up every rivet in the ship's hull ;))

🍌 - He isn't super comfortable with Silna, just due to the circumstances of her arrival and the fact that she's an unknown/unexpected entity.

Otherwise, it's less any specific people who make him uncomfortable, and more situations/behaviors. He doesn't much care about social status, so it's not a matter of feeling inferior to anyone, but he's also very aware of the perimeters of his role (whether self-assigned or otherwise designated) and tends to struggle when those perimeters are interrupted, such as when his position as Steward starts to become increasingly irrelevant.

For the most part those same perimeters are what he actually uses to deal with discomfort. He keeps up a professional distance and is highly selective about with whom to shorten it.

Although when the perimeters are well and truly disrupted, rather than professionalism he'll hard-swerve the other way into just not giving a damn, like with Hickey and the "Shot Smaller Hawks" interaction.

🍎 - i mean him being obsessed with his job is a meme but also for him the literal worst part of the scurvy/lead poisoning/starvation was getting to where he couldn't work, and getting to the point where there was nothing he could do to feel useful. Any verse or au where anything prevents him from doing his job, he's absolutely looking for any alternative activity like .... can't be up and about? he's doing enough knitting/sewing for a small village. Can be up and about but use of hands is limited for some reason? he's running messages or smthn. Best timeline of the Jopving fic he's thoroughly charming Irving's great grandmother and helping her with a quilt. He's got to be doing something most of the time.

( and you are...Correct about the organizing XD It's the fact that he remember how many bottles of whiskey without even pausing to think about it for me XD )

[spi-ltmilk]

https://instagram.com/p/BWbxCc-jopV/

#nowhere land #queued

[tommyjop]

JOPVING FOR BINGO

FERAL

#majorxmaggiexboy #ask games #THANK U #jopving #the terror amc

[majorxmaggiexboy]

very close talking is something that can actually be so personal

#the terror amc #jopving #thomas jopson #john irving #i need to adjust the color #and u can tell i just gave up on irving's outfit sjhdgsghjsghsj #also his hair was a NIGHTMARE bc i grabbed some kind of like...orange almost instead of brown #this is like a weird mix of colored pencils literal crayons and some pastels XD #also jops mouth is weird bc i got some oil pastel on him and tried to get it off but uh #u touch anything with an oil pastel apparently it's there permanently idk

[majorxmaggiexboy]

&& hold the nail (for the hammer stroke) || (1/?) a Jopving episode

source: the terror amc centric character: John Irving relationships: pre John Irving/Thomas Jopson  chapter warning/tags: Escalates Quickly, those Victorians and their damn ankles, light canon-typical internalized homophobia from Irving, excessive use of “John” and “Jopson” bc i couldn’t be bothered to avoid repetition overall heads-up: Some toxic behavior from Irving, truly obnoxious thought process from Irving, canon-typical homophobia, vaguely questionable relationship dynamic but we gotta trust Jop’s judgement on this one lads he knows what he’s about additional tags: aroace!Jopson, Irving’s Gay Panic, mutual appreciation for Miss Jacko, Irving’s Gay Panic gets an uno reverse card in chapter 2, Jopson has the patience of a literal saint but he also has standards, Irving astral projecting to avoid taking accountability for the Gay, Crozier lowkey keeping an eye on the situation, Irving going from “awww” to “Oh god. Oh no” in the space of a single paragraph.

additional heads-up: i ship hard but i have genuinely no idea how romance or any of that even works so i’m literally just throwing darts with my eyes closed here.

summary: When a misunderstanding creates tension between himself and Lieutenant Irving, Jopson’s attempt to restore harmony leads to a different understanding entirely.

It happens like this:

John comes in from the cold, into the slightly less cold. He’s grumbling to himself, and doesn’t notice the captain’s steward until the man’s polite greeting almost makes him jump out of his skin. 

Jopson is too professional to look more than a little amused, but there’s humor in his eyes, and John gives a short laugh in spite of himself. 

They are not friends, but they’ve always been amiable enough. John can respect a man who works hard, and few if any can rival Jopson’s dedication to the captain. He’s a pleasant sort of person, steady and generally cheerful; John’s never heard a word of complaint from him, even when the expedition’s events would warrant it. Their rare conversations are simple, but enjoyable.

Reliably, Jopson soon notices the source of John’s own complaints. 

“Snagged on a nail,” John replies to the questioning look. Indeed, concerned look. Jopson is looking at the tear in the leg of John’s trouser as if it’s a minor wound. He huffs in irritation. “I’ll have to ask Gibson to-”

“-I can do it, sir,” Jopson interrupts, with a gesture toward the coat on his lap. “I’ve needle and thread already to hand, it wouldn’t take a minute.

Truth be told, John would rather be stabbed than speak to the other steward any more than absolutely necessary after their last interaction, and in any case he is aware of the quality of Jopson’s stitching. He readily agrees. 

Jopson smiles again and sets his other work neatly aside, rises and motions for John to take the vacated chair. 

While John settles with an appreciative sigh, more tired than he’d realized, Jopson deftly threads a needle, grinning softly over the spool. “Miss Jacko stole this earlier,” he says, “Had to bribe her with a spare button to get it back.”

“Perhaps she wanted to join in your sewing,” the thought amuses John, and pulls a laugh from Jopson. 

“I wonder if she could,” the steward muses. He takes a knee before John, grimacing briefly before bending to inspect the damage. “She has the hands for it. She could make a career in small mending.”

The notion is wonderfully absurd. He may have to sketch it, later, a capuchin seamstress-in-training, mischievous but astute under the gentle tutelage of a black cat with curiously clever paws. 

On the note of clever paws, the occasional feather-light pull at the fabric of his trouser leg brings John’s attention back to the ones currently making good on their promise of quick work. 

Jopson’s head is bowed, but John still catches the occasional glimpse of his face - not quite frowning in concentration, but very much focused. He is, John knows, one to give every task complete attention, even something so simple as this. The stitching is finer than strictly required, meant to be all but invisible in addition to holding well. The garment will be, rather than simply repaired, nearly like new. Something like fondness grips him. He opens his mouth, meaning to express gratitude he already knows the steward will call unneeded.

And then Jopson’s hands brush close enough as he fiddles with the lower part of the tear, lifting the cuff minutely for access, that Irving notes the mild pressure of it and, for a moment, thinks he can feel the warmth of those hands even with his boots in the way. Fondness dissipates in an instant. 

Oblivious, Jopson continues his stitching. He gives the fabric an experimental tug at the end and nods, satisfied. He spares Irving a quick glance, brushes back stray hair. “There we are, sir,” he smiles, “Good as new.”

Lieutenant Irving is not sure at what point he began clutching the sides of the chair he’s trapped in, but he suspects he’ll be removing splinters from his hands for weeks. He doesn’t meet the steward’s gaze, instead staring a spot on the opposite wall until the man ducks again, brushing against Irving as he uses his teeth to snip the thread. 

Irving’s vision burns white.

He’s on his feet so quickly his head spins. The Steward is saying something, alarmed, but it falls on deaf ears. Which are surely red as blood if the heat of them is any indication. 

Mortified, Irving flees from the room, paying no regard to the baffled man on the floor. 

He does not stop walking until he reaches his own bunk, slamming the door behind him. He thinks of the Hold, of Gibson and of that slithering serpent of a caulker’s mate, and of his father and of hell and no, it will not do. He would never-

Irving stops his frantic pacing. He would never. Such notions would not spring to mind unprovoked, and if provoked he can hardly be at fault.

(What notions, he hardly knows, and does not dare to interrogate. They are evil things, wicked things, they must be smothered quickly, not taken out and examined closely)

But what was the provocation? He had not supposed the captain’s mild-mannered steward to be the sort...but then he had not suspected the filthy caulker’s mate, either. Had it not been the steward’s suggestion, at any rate? And he supposes it makes sense, for one of a servile nature...

(He strangles the thought before it finishes its first breath.)

It makes sense, loathe as he is to accept it. It is troublesome. 

Despite being directly affronted in this case, he finds he cannot reach quite the same state of anger as he’d felt toward Mr. Hickey. Mainly, it is a sense of disdain that falls upon him and weights down his shoulders.

The captain, he thinks, would be horrified. 

He will not reveal this anymore than he did poor Mr. Gibson’s torment. Not for the steward’s own sake but because Captain Crozier has enough on his mind, and is terribly fond of the man. Self-preservation, too, is a factor. It would not do to be tarnished in the Captain’s view. 

He wants to be more furious than he is, particularly because the steward was close enough to being a friend. Friendly, at least, and had always seemed so good and upright. He must be more careful in his choice of acquaintances. If he must admire a dedicated steward, let it be Captain Fitzjames’ Mister Bridgens. There is a man who is above reproach. 

John shudders, his course of action decided: To take none. 

Instead, he will keep the matter quiet, and will pray for the wayward souls aboard this wretched vessel. Perhaps they are not beyond help, though he certainly won’t be the one to do so. 

His prayers do little to set his mind at ease, but that is his cross to bear, and his soul is somewhat more settled. For his nerves, he resolves to take out his sketchbook and work until his hands stop shaking. 

Later, he leaves his cabin, having composed himself and set the incident aside. He resumes his duties with a quiet spirit. 

The sketchbook is left atop his desk, open to a worthy likeness of Miss Jacko furtively clutching a needle and thread. 

#the terror amc #jopving #john irving #thomas jopson #as the song says....this my trash XD #i'm sure this is awful but personally i am pretty smug abt the transition from 'john' to 'irving' when the walls go up #jopson: *is good at his job* Irving: ''iS iT BeCAuSE yOURE GAY???'' Jopson: (a bi aroace) ''le What(tm)''

[majorxmaggiexboy]

Irving: *minding his business, having a normal one*  Jopson: 

Irving: 

#the terror amc #jopving #*frantically rowing up the waterfall*