#the terror fic

[philtrashnumberunus]

an ao3 compliment

[maidward-archive]

A Concept: After the first appearance of Tuunbaq, men begin to disappear when they die.

Nobody realizes this at first because they also didn’t find Gore’s body in canon. But after the commotion dies down the steward in charge of sorting out his cabin discovers that Gore’s clothes, books, etc. are nowhere to be found

This becomes public knowledge at Sir John’s funeral. There isn’t even a leg to bury. The Great Cabin on Erebus looks like it was unoccupied for the whole journey

Little leads the party walking back to Terror from Erebus. It’s dark, freezing, and windy. They reach the ship, and Little does a head count before they climb up to the deck. They are one man less than they started out with

Supplies keep disappearing mysteriously from the ship, one thing at a time and very gradually. A handkerchief, a pen, a gun…. This seems to be independent of the deaths but no one can figure out a logic in the disappearances

Dr. Stanley torches himself at Carnivale and walkstowards the men. After a few steps he collapses, but nothing hits the ground except for a big ball of flame. When the sun rises, the surviving men are standing in pure, untouched snow, as if the Carnivale tent had never existed

Koveyook watches the foreign man run up the hill. He is turning the strange, long object over in his hands when they suddenly become empty

Everyone at Mutineer Camp is aware that people will disappear after the last breath they take. They are hungry, and they want to live

Fitzjames’ throat flexes under Crozier’s fingertips until it isn’t there anymore. Little’s weight leans against Crozier’s shoulders until it isn’t there anymore.

Years later, when Crozier closes his eyes for the last time, he knows that Terror and Erebus will be gone soon, too

[mxdzin]

HAPPY TTBB2025 FOLKS!!!!

this year i’ve had the absolute honour of collaborating for @theterrorbigbang with THEEEEE ekevka, one of my favourite fic writers of all time

a surgeon’s guide on how (not) to deal with soul flowers is a tender, introspective and ultimately incredibly joyful work about our favourite surgeons polycule

please give it all the love <3

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[spirkkock]

set my teeth in the silver of the moon, chapter 3

On Saturday, Thomas found himself, for the third night in a row, slumped morosely at the downstairs bar, pushing an orange peel around his fifth Old Fashioned of the evening. Jamie glided back and forth behind the bartop, sipping on a glass of red wine, mixing cocktails and serving too-expensive truffle oil fries and whipped ricotta on sourdough to patrons alongside their over-priced drinks. She was ethereal in her movements, made more so by how very tall and thin and pale she was, and the elegant tunic dress she wore, which looked to Thomas to be an authentic vintage piece.  It revealed her long pale neck and made her look boxy in a way that was so convincingly nineteen twenties that it seemed as though she had stepped right out of a time machine. Dundy, the daytime bartender, was similarly outfitted in a pinstriped suit, hair neatly parted and slicked.  He was just then tapping out something calm and jazzy on the piano while the musicians took a break, their gleaming brass instruments propped neatly against the stage where they sparkled in the orange light. 

In the smokey haze of the establishment, with the wavering vision that accompanied too many drinks, the bar truly did give off the impression of a gilded age lounge. Which—Thomas supposed—was the appeal of the place. For a couple of hours he could slip away to a different time and a different place. Could be somewhere else. Become someone else. 

Anyone other than Thomas Jopson.

[maidward]

Summary: The unprofessional exploits of journalist Francis Crozier and his growing collection of associates - As they prepare to launch a news magazine that will change the world.

"Episode 1" - PDF

This script is a work of transformative fiction. It is not intended to be produced or to turn any kind of profit. I do not own any of the characters in this work.

The PDF file at the link can be downloaded and shared for personal use only. Please DO NOT remove the title page and/or the watermarks when re-sharing the file. 

The formatting of the script has been tweaked from a standard industry format to ensure maximum legibility. I will also work on reformatting it for Archive of Our Own in the upcoming weeks!

Thank you so much @armadillorollup for beta reading! <3

Below the cut are: AO3-style tags & the "End credits song"

Okay I had to write all that serious stuff above the cut for legal reasons but this AU is me shitposting basically!! If you yap about it with me I will give you a thousand kisses

Rating (for entire work): Mature

Warnings (for entire work): No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships (for entire work): Francis Crozier/Edward Little, Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames, Francis Crozier/Thomas Jopson, Francis Crozier/Sophia Cracroft

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Trans Woman James Fitzjames, (Attempted) Infidelity, Semi-public Sex, Past Alcoholism, Sex-related Accidents, Bisexual Disaster Francis Crozier, Unprofessional Behavior

[onthearrow]

Terror people please rec me your fave fitzier modern AUs (they are my favorite and I crave MORE)

[hosseinis]

written for @lieutenantfest on the very last day because it's finally my FAVORITE LIL GUY'S DAY! IT'S JOHN IRVING'S DAY! and i wrote something miserable it's been so much fun seeing everything that everyone created, thank you to the mod for setting this up!!!! <3

see what you can do (1,359) by shirelings pairings: jirv&hodge friendship, mentioned one-sided(?) irving/malcolm warnings: canonical character death

John had tried to paint the sky once. Kingston and Malcolm had both looked over his shoulder while John sat and tried to mix the colors. John had always felt he was far better suited to drawing than painting, but it had also tugged at his curiosity for the years he'd spent surrounded by splendid, glorious blue. "A difficult color, to be sure," Malcolm commented after the third time John started over in his mixing, and his genuine kindness had made the disappointment in himself a little less of a sting. "Don't fret, Irving. There's always your sketches. Those are splendid."

John has a knack for art. It doesn't save him.

[the-casbah-way]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

first chapter of my solittle au is out now - there's grief and infidelity and crozier does not give a fuck about running the village shop