#dundy soup

[saints-who-never-existed]

Actually, no!

I know I'm just after saying in a previous post's tags that Little is an incredibly honest and genuine person, that he seldom, if ever, engages in any great act of concealment or artifice.

But I'm wrong!

I'm wrong and I'm forgetting his deep and profound anger!

Anger at his situation, at his lack of power and agency within that situation!

Anger at others, and anger at himself!

That deep, deep well of anger within him is huge and his concealment of it is, likewise. It's a Herculean act of self-suppression and, honestly, it's actually an incredibly successful one on the whole.

His anger is palpable to we the audience but he never seems to share it with anyone else.

We see it just begin to bubble to the surface in the last episode, perhaps, but unlike someone like Fitzjames whose artifice breaks as he reaches the end of vanity, there's no great schism for Little, no great release.

#I love and am vexed by him in equal measure #And I desperately need to write even more about this #How he's wearing a mask just like everyone else #And what his specific mask means #No coherence yet really only vibes #Meta #Observations #Random Observations #The Terror #The Terror AMC #Edward Little #More and more I see the appeal of Dundy soup #Of a great break finally coming for Little off-screen and all that anger flooding catastrophically out #More and more I'm fascinated by that notion

[28dayslater]

girl dinner

#they put dundy in the girl soup...

[tuungaq]

i want episode 11 of the terror but it’s just the bonus content we didn’t see of little and dundy’s camp descending into cannibalism and disarray after they abandon terror camp

#Rachel watches the terror #nundy lovers to enemies WHEN #I want DETAIL on how we get to dundy soup #nundy camp

[stoportotouch]

i can't help but think that not being able to get his hands on his damn hair straighteners any more(/somebody casting aspersions about whether his hair colour is natural) was dundy's Start Of Darkness.

#ollie considers #the terror #a background guy that i like #i wish we got to see what happened to get him Souped #dundy

[widevibratobitch]

Blorbo bingo: Lt. Little!

kissing him (very gently!) on the forehead

#*the soup is NOT to be made of dundy (or any other human for that matter) #i love him. btw. if you even care. #i rarely want my favourite characters to be happy but this guy seriously needs a break #like fr. please. let him rest. #we are both divorce children yet the shit he has to go through with crozier and fitzjimbles puts the fear of god in me #but also lol&lmao sorry but yeah you're getting more emails sweetie sjdgsjsb just for funsies #hate when men have big beautiful brown eyes like a baby cow. stfu (dont stfu. ily.) #edward little #ask game #thanks mysterious anon! mwah

[ascendent]

oh no i think one of my questions didn't get asked for some reason ;_; i wonder if it got lost or i just forgot to hit submit on the poll or what

#IS DUNDY IN THE SOUP DAVE #don't tell me your life story

[tylered-up-in-blue]

when I die throw me in the dundy soup 😍

#the terror #henry le vesconte

[solittles]

💚 and 🖤 for the ask game!

hi isabela!!🩷 thank u for sending this ask, i'll ofc keep talking about the cold boys lmao

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

we all joke about dundy in the soup, and how ned had to kill him, but i genuinely think ned killing dundy was something he did with dundy's consent, and something he feels very bad about, despite this. i do think they did fight as the people with the most power, but ned ending dundy's life was done out of mercy and something that pains him

🖤: Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think?

croizer. i'm not a super big croizer fan, but i can see why people like him. he's complex and interesting, but yeah, no.

#asks

[saints-who-never-existed]

For the six characters:

Collins, Fitzjames, Gore, Sophia, Little and Blanky

:)

Good lord, these really are getting harder! I want to marry and smooch and be nice to all of them!

Marry - Collins! He's kind-hearted and selfless! He's intelligent, loyal, and capable! He's - and I cannot stress this enough - very, very large and hairy! What more could a gal ask for? Again I sayeth - Hubba hubba! 👀

Kiss - Gore! Because he's a good lad and he deserves it. I think he'd be very gentlemanly about it and surprisingly chaste too - let me make that lovely man blush, please! :)

Be Room-Mates With - Blanky! Need I explain? I feel like there'd always be something new with him in the best possible way - just mad Dad/Uncle shit left, right, and centre. One minute he's stripping down an engine in the living room, the next he's building an incredible bit of furniture from scratch, the next still he's brewing beer in a cupboard or raising a school of rainbow trout in the bathtub. I feel like he'd just be good at everything - infinite madness, infinite fun. :D

Wrap a Blanket Around - Sophia! Get your slippers back on and come in out of that cold, snowy courtyard, babygirl, I've got you! <3

Push Off a Cliff - Fitzjames! I've really been trying to shake things up between each ask just for fun but my answer on this one must remain the same this time. Fitzjamie is built for base-jumping, ultra-marathons, cave-diving and other such adrenaline-based nonsense. Push him off a cliff with a rudimentary parachute, 100%.

Set on Fire - Little! I do feel bad about it since he is of course my all-time blorbo. Can we just pretend that this means I mildly singed him while lighting candles for a romantic bubble bath? Or that he burned his tongue on some delicious non-Dundy soup I prepared for him? Please?!

#I feel like I'm rapidly veering away from the proper spirit of things here #It's becoming less about what I would actually do and more about how whimsically I can justify it for my own amusement #More a mechanism through which to share very silly headcanons #Nevertheless I persist #This is such a delight to me #(I finished the job application by the way) #Asks #Ask Game #Friendos! #Sillyposting #So silly

[28dayslater]

rewatching the ask a mortician video about the essex after watching in the heart of the sea and she makes a really interesting point about survival cannibalism: when you’re eating a body that’s been starving, there’s no fat on it to transport and absorb the nutrients in the meat, so you just keep starving. but eating the bone marrow avoids that bc it does contain fat. applying this knowledge to the terror, intently

#dundy soup: delicious nutritious keeps you alive just long enough to say close

[tuungaq]

happy dundy soup sunday friends

#henry le vesconte #dundy le vesconte #rachel watches the terror

[stoportotouch]

dundy seems as though he was hoping for ten or so hours of sitcom b plots but he basically just got ten "written and directed by alan alda" episodes of m*a*s*h instead. and then they turned him into soup.

#ollie considers #the terror

[croziers-compass]

*Coming into your inbox wrapped in a blanket for the sleepover ask game*

Tell me a story about your day!! Also any loose terror hcs you got rattling around over there perhaps :3c

I'll get the kettle on and put the soup on the stove and break out the little wee biscuits! A few candles here and there and a small pot of incense with shanties off the record player. A story about my day. Well, it finally snowed right and proper here. I could see the lake from my house and the water coated in such whiteness. When it snows the way it does up here, it muffles everything. The pressed silence blankets you like a sheet; an eerie presence trickling softly down around you with the whispers of a breeze that never seems to go further than your feet. I do love that dearly. I also have placed a white tailed deer skull into a large container full of borax solution last evening past. I intend for it to by crystallised. We will see how many crystals grew on it or if this experiment was successful in a bit.

As for Terror Headcannons... I am trying to think of ones that perhaps I have not spoken about.

However, I imagine Francis Crozier possessing a small Saint Brendan token. But keeping it well hidden.

Nedward, dear dear Nedward, is not a virgin but had a weird back alleyway tryst with one of the Barrow Boys that left him very unsure what to do with himself. All because James said something about it.

Graham Gore is the best shot between any of the ships. He is so incredible at trapshoot that it would make the marines blush.

Hoar is actually from a wealthy family.

Dundy enjoys writing romantic poetry but dropped it aboard the Erebus.

James Fitzjames flirted his way through Türkiye when he made a try at an Overlands Expedition.

James also liked to practice ballroom dancing with Hodgson (since the two of them were friends) because of Hodgson's size and weight.

James, Hodgson, Edward, Dundy, and John all got together very regularly to hang out and goof off, get drunk, or simply lark abouts and they were very flirtatious with one another. But such things had to be kept rather under wraps aboard the Expedition.

Thank you so much for visiting! I hope you enjoyed!

#skelelephant #ask game #Thank you for visiting! #tea and snacks for the crewtuals

[bilgewater01]

dundy soup

(a corncobian short piece)

(intended to be read in Tom Waits monologue voice, at least the last line. also posted on ao3 if you care)

He had not been moving for the past day or so. They would eat today again, they thought, and a man took a knife, and staggered into the other tent.

A girlish shriek pealed through the camp. It is become apparent that the Lieutenant was not as dead as they thought him, and when they began to butcher him he woke and shrilled. It was a mighty cry for a man who had been deathly feeble for weeks now — for a man who appeared by now dead. Presently he appeared even deader, with the blood trickling from his neck, for the butcher graciously began his work with decapitation, so that for the rest of his work he would no longer be reminded that this is a Lieutenant whom he is butchering; the half-dead Lieutenant was shuddering and moving, no longer screaming now, he’d lost his voice now, he is moving so weakly and miserably that all who see think that he would find a better dignity in death. The other Lieutenant, that is Lieutenant Little, crawled out from his tent and looked. Would he give an order to let him go, or to mercifully finish the job which was started? But Lieutenant Little, though he speaks, is not heard. His voice has no strength to travel these few yards between himself and the butcher. And so he crawls closer and speaks directly into the butcher’s ear: “An hour.” “I’m hungry,” says the butcher. “He will die. Wait. You shall not murder your officer.”

Lieutenant Little sees Lieutenant Le Vesconte looking. His eyes are dark and yellow, and the expression in them is inscrutable. He takes it for gratitude. His knees hurt badly with every motion and he moves himself a little closer to Lieutenant Le Vesconte and holds his hand.

“What are you thinking, Henry?”

Lieutenant Le Vesconte mouths a response. Lieutenant Little pretends he understands it.

The gash in Le Vesconte’s neck is half of an inch deep. His blood is very red. Tempting, as wine. Would you drink his blood? But Lieutenant Little is still human and he takes his kerchief and presses it to the wound. He speaks to Le Vesconte and Le Vesconte gives his soundless answers, until he is tired and when he is probed again with a knife he gives no answer. “He was a good man,” Lieutenant Little says this little in the way of an eulogy. He never thought Le Vesconte a truly good man, not after this and not after that, and also by now all virtual notions of goodness have largely lost their meaning — still, it is only customary to give a good word for a man who passed. “God rest your soul, Henry.” He is still holding Le Vesconte’s hand, a gesture loving or greedy, but unthought of. The butcher asks if he can proceed now. “Yes,” Lieutenant Little says.

It still appears as if the Lieutenant’s decrepit sinews spasm and cringe at being cut — yet he doesn’t open his eyes nor his mouth. His head falls to the shale. His body is divided into pieces. He used to be a beautiful man with beautiful face and beautiful hair and beautiful body once. They all used to be beautiful even a year ago. They kindle a little fire and they put the Lieutenant’s parts into the pot, the pot is hanging from a support of three muskets tied by their barrels. The most impatient of the men take their portion raw. Though sickly in life (not in his whole life, only in the final stretch of it), in death he is delicious, more so than the previous man they’ve eaten, it appears to them. They had similar thoughts about the previous one: each man appears more luscious than the other.

And they are hungry, but they shall not murder each other for meat. They are dying on their own quickly enough to last them.

And why does Lieutenant Little have those golden chains in his face?

#the terror #fanfiction #edward little #henry thomas dundas le vesconte #cannibalism #writing

[dogmotifz]

For the character ask thing, Edward little? :))

First impression?

I'm not gonna lie to you the first time I watched the show I literally could not tell him and jopson apart. Like not that I mixed up their actors but that somehow I literally did not understand that they were two separate characters 😭

Impression now?

I love him and all his simmering rage + facial journeys soooooo much I wish he had been allowed to scream at crozier during his alcoholism era. I also think that his cannibalism of dundy is like vastly overlooked by everyone he literally put that man in the soup. come on guys

Favorite moment

WHEN CROZIER TELLS HIM TO GO BACK TO EREBUS FOR MORE WHISKEY AND HES JUST FUMING.... ok sorry for yelling but his face during that scene drives me crazy. "I hope jopson bites it off one day" for real

Idea for a story

Unoriginal I'm aware but I really want an au where he joined the mutineers <3

Favorite relationship

Him + the other lts!! I think his position as croziers first puts a lot of responsibility on him that the other two are somewhat spared and also I think the drama of being locked on the ice with Irving and Hodgeson specifically would just be like. Hilarious

Favorite headcanon

Not sure if it's a headcanon or based on the real Little's life but I love it when people give him like 15 siblings LMAO

[solomon-tozer]

JFJ Bingo #5: Cheetah (Fitzjames/Le Vesconte)

For the fifth time in the space of just as many minutes, Dundy sneezes.

James can’t help looking over at him, his soup spoon hovering somewhere between his bowl and his mouth as concern takes over. “I say, Dundy, are you well?”

Dundy sneezes again, his face puffy and red. He blows his nose far less discretely than he was clearly aiming for. “I think the ship’s cat must have got into my cabin again.”

“Ah,” James manages, some soup spilling back into the bowl, some onto the table. “Darn!”

He quickly mops at the mess and then, beneath his napkin, does his best to dust down the stray cheetah hairs that must be clinging to his trousers. Perhaps, before purchasing the magnificent animal and planning to surprise Dundy with it, he ought to have remembered Dundy’s allergy.

Oh well, he’s sure he can persuade Dundy to forgive him.

all JFJbingo ficlets

#the terror amc #there are only 9 of these #james fitzjames #henry le vesconte #jfjbingo #jfj bingo fills #fitzconte #fitzjames x le vesconte #my writing