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maybe I just wanna be yours (insp)
does anyone have any jopzier fic recs they'd mind sharing? (without past or current fitizer/joplittle if possible, just cause they're already in 90% of...well everything)
Hello, please gaze upon my newest commission from @vikkicomics .
I very badly wanted 1950s style housewife!Jopson sitting on Crozier's lap. It's based on my headcanon that Jopson's dream come true is to live as Francis' wife in a loving, very D/s relationship, and that the two of them live in domestic bliss forever after they're rescued.
Jopson being Crozier’s Shadow.
nothing is ever gonna be more tragic than Jopson only realising that Crozier truly, deeply loves him when Francis begins to take properly care of him as Thomas’ condition worsens and tells him at least one story of his childhood with the intention of cheering him up/making him laugh (in such stark contrast to Jopson’s own story about his mother’s addiction with a tragic end that he reveals when Crozier is unwell)
but also that sortly afterwards, when Dundy, Little and the rest abandon the sick, Jopson’s hallucination has the Crozier in that scenario completely ignore the real Thomas while speaking to someone else (perhaps even an imaginary Jopson the real one can’t see), degrading him to a spectator to a scene in this grotesque play
and thus, Jopson dies thinking all of Crozier’s affections towards him were nothing but an act, and yet still wanting to cling onto the man’s attention, affection and love
It is an oddity, this nest that floats upon the water. The Penguin likens it to the long-snouted seals that slip through water with ease despite their enormous size. Upon further inspection, he discovers that the nest is in no way alive. He pecks it many times. Simply to check. He is satisfied that the nest is not alive, only the man creatures who walk about and inside it.
(He likewise concludes that it would be distressing if the nest were alive, simply on account of the fact that the man creatures lived and worked inside it.)
He has taken to following the man creature who spared his life from that odious villain with the fire-weapon. His rescuer’s voice is charming and melodic, and it is soothing to the Penguin after years of listening to the shrill squawks of his brothers and sisters. He attempts conversation with the man creature — chirping and clucking and clacking as a Penguin like himself knows to do — and the man does not seem to mind. He always answers in turn, his face lit up with jovial fondness.
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Crozier/Jopson | Rated G | 3.9k words | @terrorpovfest
A different POV for "animal spirits" by attheborder.
The never-ending ache of love and sorrow.
Perhaps in some other life I could have refused
and made him face his choice alone.
But not in this one.
He would SAIL and I would follow,
even into death.
© & ©
So, that part of ep 1 where Jopson is like “is there anything ... special you require, sir?” and then he looks briefly but directly into Crozier’s eyes before snipping that thread on his wrist with his teeth? Anyways sometimes I just think about that part and fan myself like a little old memaw at a rural summertime church service.