Cockroach - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
"They are cursed with an omnipresent gaze..."
(Old cockroach deity OC I drew a few times over a decade ago and only just redesigned!! I don't have a name for her yet but she's a cursed ethereal cockroach who is cursed with a vision of everything perceivable happening at once!! I want to draw her more!!)
My insect brothers! It is time we rise and take over the new land!
so let me tell you a story
the time is 2024, a normal summer morning around 10–11am. i’m running around the house with my best friend on the phone, just idly chatting after never hanging up the night before. i’m sitting there eating a pb&j cuz i didn’t want cereal and she asks what’d i do if a roach fell on me. i go “from the sky??” to which she’s just like “yeah i guess”. thinking of my mother’s prior reactions to roaches merely on the ground (screaming jumping, the gist), i told her i’d probably just yelp or something then continue on with my day. she is satisfied with this answer, and we hang up half an hour later as i have other activities to attend to.
i go thrifting with some other friends, it’s a fun jolly few hours. i come back home at around 4–5 socially exhausted and bury myself into the depths of tumblr.
Cut to 11 o’clock. i’m watching hamilton on my laptop in my room while playing subway surfers on my phone, singing and all that jazz. my sister comes in and pauses it and we get to chatting for a bit. cue a quick buzzing/fluttering sound and a something lands on my arm but is also under the blanket so i don’t see what it is. my first thought it a moth, but when i move my covers slightly i see what?
a fucking roach.
was i right that i yelped? yes. the rest is history :)
moral of the story, don’t let people jinx you with something seemingly not possible. yell at your god in the sky saying “GIRLY POP DIDNT MEAN IT!!” or some shit like that
me if i was a cockroach and had a cockroach girlfriend and we ate carrot cake together. reblog if you relate
Studying more Chinese myths. This is 刑天 (Xing Tian), a headless warrior with a torso as his face. Here’s my redesign of him as a cockroach.
John Murphy - Purple Sky
Warning: Pure fluff? Again, mostly inspired by the original script (6x01-Sanctum)
Words: 1.0k
“Looks like we found the water source.” Bellamy huffed out from behind. “Woah. Now, that's a view.” The suns, yes suns, we glowing up the sky with beautiful light.
The sky was filled with purple looking clouds, bright pink reflects in the water. It didn’t look like our previous planet; we could see the planet we were orbiting around from above. Everything was so beautiful; peaceful. “We camp here.”
“It looks like the suns are eclipsing.” Clarke remarked. We tilted our heads up, seeing the two bright lights uniting together.
“Murphy. Murphy, wait. We haven't tested it.” Jackson warned. I snapped my head as I heard John walking forward to the sea. He took off his gun from his shoulder, his sling along with it. I took a step forward, feeling a bolt of pain from watching him.
He said “yeah” a couple of times, completely ignoring Jackson.
“Your wounds haven't healed yet.” He took off his shirt, leaving it on the shore, before walking right into the water. He dipped right through the surface. After a few seconds, I had hoped he would come back to the surface; but he didn’t.
Oh god.
“John?” I raised my voice, stepping closer to the water.
Clarke felt the sudden urge of panic running through my veins. “Something’s wrong.” She called out to the others, still looking at the surface. Echo, Bellamy, Miller, Shaw, Jackson and Emori were all thinking in silence. I didn’t realize I had stopped breathing until John popped through the surface. I sigh came out of my mouth.
“Come on in. The water's fine.” He laughed, passing his hands in his damp hair. Emori and I let out a laugh, relieving the pressure from our minds.
“Who knew cockroaches could swim?” I happily replied to him. I dropped my heavy bag from my back, walking towards the shoreline.
“What, want me to teach you?” I never actually had learned how to swim; John had time to learn when he was tackled by a giant sea serpent with crazy Jaha.
He walked closer to me, taking my hands in his. “No. John, no.” He pulled me to the water, feeling the sudden cold but refreshing feeling of the water.
“Oh, you’re coming with me.” He grabbed my shoulders, closing the gap between us, getting my clothes wet. I looked up to the laughing boy; shook my head in amusement. Oh, you’re so on.
I pushed him down, landing right into the water. It splashed; damping my clothes all the way to my skin. He got up, shaking his hair into my face. I laughed, blocking my face from his 125 years old crusty hair.
“John! You are unbelievable, big trouble. Big trouble.” He took my waist and we both fell into the shallow water. I wiped the hair that got into my face, and took a deep breath. I was adoring everything.
Watching John enjoy this moment.
Seeing the others laugh to the cockroach’s actions.
Looking at the bright and clear sky.
Being alive, with my long-time lover.
I placed my hands around his shoulders, placing my hand higher in his hair, avoiding his neck.
Ever since he got strung up, I was the only one who could clean the wound but touching it was another thing. Once, I touched his neck, on accident, and he flinched, traumatized by Bellamy’s actions. I respected his boundaries and he respected mine.
He smiled widely, tilting his head back to deepen my hand in his hair. I chuckled loudly, placing my other hand on his cheek, touching his scars and healed cuts. He returned his gaze to look at me; the suns making his eyes lit up even more than usual.
“God. I love you, John.” We wouldn’t say those words in public, but it felt right in the moment. It felt just like him and I.
Us.
Alone.
Happy.
“And I love you even more, Y/N.” I sweetly closed the gap between us, meeting his lips for the first time in a hundred years. His lips tasted the same as I remembered; sweet berries and warmth. He deepened the kiss, tightening his hold on my waist, feeling his bony hands on my damp skin. I really had missed this.
“Isn’t she your sister, Echo?” Shaw questioned from afar.
“Can you blame her? We’ve all been sleeping for 125 years.” She replied, holding on to Bellamy.
“You know we can hear you right?” John responded to them, leaning his head by mine.
“Get over here, we need to set camp.” Clarke answered sharply, turning around.
I looked back to my lover, placing an army hand on my forehead, and waved it forward. He snorted, giving me another passionate kiss before walking back to the shore.
John got his pack, walked forward to the woods. “Forgetting something?” I held up his shirt in my hands. He walked back, almost taking it as I launched it behind my back.
“What are you, twelve?” I laughed, wrapping my arm around his torso. He held on to my waist, giving me a deep kiss, and taking his shirt back from my hand. “Thank you.” He said, almost in a singing voice.
“Come on.” I helped him put his shirt and his sling back up.
“Lead the way, my love.”
We both headed off to the woods, taking chopped wood and twig to create a fire.
The light went out and we both watched it. I was laying in between his legs, my back pressed his chest, he laced his arm with mine and kept his face close to mine.
The most peaceful night in a long time.
John Murphy - Runaway
Warnings: Mention of blood, crazy!Jaha, panic attacks, claustrophobia, injuries, slight mention of depress!on and su!c!cal intentions
Words: 1.7k
“Tell me, which type of crazy isn’t enough for you?” I screamed at the delusional Jaha.
“Your promised land sucks!” John replied to Jaha.
Jaha may not have been the best chancellor on the Ark, but the least he could’ve done is being human. He threw Craig at the beast for bait, and now he expects us to follow his ass into the middle of nowhere? Hell no.
John was laying on the shore, holding his bleeding arm tight against him. I kept my gaze towards the flying thing in the sky. My gaze finally changed back to the poor teen laying by my side. I walked toward him, lowered myself to the ground and placed my hand on his, trying to get him to face me. As I did, he flinched at my touch. He looked at me as if he had never before; his blue eyes shone brighter than ever, his dry and dirty skin, plastered with blood.
I slowly took back his hand and took his arm. I looked into his eyes, making sure I didn’t give him more pain than he already was in. Watching him, being in pain, killed me. I know he; John Murphy wasn’t the kindest person on Earth, but he was still human.
[Flashback]
John Murphy.
We met on the Ark, in class, like normal teenagers would. When we had chemistry class, he would always pass me notes. He would write me a cheesy chemistry related pick-up line like «Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you're CuTe». It was a habit of him to flirt with girls all the time, but I was never the one to judge him. I was the shy, private girl that you would hang out in the cafeteria, because you’d need my notes for class. John was the first one to see through that shy image.
Once, I had forgotten my homework in study group, and he was kind enough to give it to me. He knocked on my station door while I was practicing my self defense skills, I opened up the door, looking rough and sweaty, he looked at me with his stupid smirk on his face.
“What do you want?” Looking at him, out of breath.
“Someone’s looking hot.” As he gave me his signature smug and charming effect.
“Thanks, Murphy. Can I help you with something?” He looked at me up and down, as I placed two fingers under his chin, tilting it up.
“You forgot your homework in class, so I wanted to give it to you.” He handed it to me, achieving an honest smile from him.
“Thank you, it’s very kind of you.” I responded, returning him his smile.
“I’ll see you then, Y/N.” “Yeah, see ya.” As we finished our conversation, I closed the door behind me, hiding the blush from my cheeks.
I held onto the door for few seconds, smiling widely.
“How is he so cute?” I thought to myself.
His wincing caught me awake.
“Sorry.” I wrapped the piece of cloth tight around his forearm. I offered him my hand, helping him up on his feet.
As he took my hand, I placed his arm around my shoulder, helping him get enough support.
I snapped my head toward John, but he was looking at something else. I carefully looked where his eyes were and found what he might’ve been staring at. A solar panel? Again?
He walked closer to it and I followed, holding him. I bent down and brushed a few leaves from it. It was in fact an intact solar panel. Just like the ones we saw in the dead zone.
We were both confused but realised that crazy Jaha might’ve been right. As Emori told John; “Go North, follow the light”, she might have given us a major clue to this whole trip.
“Do you hear that?” John asked, walking slowly through the woods.
“Hear what?”
He gave me a sign to follow him where he heard the noise. The noise, that I now heard, became clearer; it sounded like music. On the Ark and especially not on the ground, we didn’t have music except for random rhythms tapped on buckets. We saw a metallic door with sounds of the muffled music. John looked at me, the door and tried to force it open.
“John, it’s not gonna work.” I murmured loud enough for him to hear.
To my surprise, the door opened.
“Ye of little faith, smartass.” He dramatically spat at me. My eyes rolled far enough to the back of my head as he walked through the door.
The place was dark, but as I observed, the lights smoothly turned on. We both looked at each other, wondering what the hell was going on. John leaded the way, walking down the dark stairs, that led into an underground bunker. The place was warm and clean. It looked just like I imagined when I was a kid.
John practically ran towards the food and opened packets of dried food. He threw one at me, laughing in relief. I did the same, turned around and saw a remote. I clicked on one of the buttons, that opened a video. The music stopped and a man appeared on the flat screen. John took a seat from behind. There was a man, who talked about an A.L.I.E person. After a few minutes, he shot himself. We both stopped breathing, and heard the door close.
“No, no” John ran up the stairs, banged on the doors a few times. “We’re stuck here.”
He got down, walked right by me, and started taking heavy things to take down the door.
“John, stop. You’re gonna hurt yourself. Stop!” I screamed at him from afar.
After a few minutes, he stopped. I watched him slide down on the wall. As much as he acted tough guy around everyone, I knew he got claustrophobic.
[Flashback]
“I’m not letting you go into Skybox alone, okay?” I almost screamed at him, running away from the fire.
Both of us had reasons to hate Jaha; he had floated both of our parents for trying to save their kids. He deserved to feel the pain that we felt. We had both started a fire, in Jaha’s office, right before our curfew; some guard was somehow still awake and was now following us.
He tried to make me go away, so that he would take the blame, but I couldn’t. He was my friend and I’d be better in a cell; with the only family I have left. We turned and were now stuck into a dead end.
“Raise your hands, both of you.” We turned around and looked at the guard. We both got thrown in a cell.
We were in that cell for about a week, they didn’t open the door, just food and water. A day before the guards came, John had a panic attack. He started shaking, crying, and overthinking. After being locked up for so long, ideas started to pop up in his brain.
“John, you, okay?” I asked as he stood up, pacing nervously. He shook his head and tried to breathe.
“Huh, I really don’t like small spaces.” He responded, taking his head in his arms. I sat up, walking closer to him. I know you shouldn’t touch people when they’re having an attack, so I didn’t.
“Deep breaths, okay? Hey, look at me” He snapped his head. “In, and out. Good, one more. In, and out.” He took deep, but shaky breaths. “Do you want me to take your hand, or something?” I proposed him, softly. He nodded, slid down the wall. I reached down besides him and gently took his hand in mine.
The beginning of something more than a friendship.
“John, come down.” He stood up and walked back down the stairs. “We’re gonna get out of here.”
“And how do you know that, huh? How do you expect us to find a way out in this dead end?” He rolled at me, tears forming in his eyes. His breathing accelerated, taking his head in his hand. He kept mumbling a sentence; In, and out.
I used to help him breathe, on the Ark, whenever he was in shock. He sat besides me, keeping his eyes closed. I walked closer to him, crouching to his level. I slowly reached out for his hands, and took them in mine.
I was the only one who could touch him, and with that, he would be soft.
I looked into his furrowed expression, rubbing my thumb on his hand. “In, and out, John. It’ll be okay, we’re smart. You’re smart, so for now, let’s just be in the moment.” He raised his eyes, seeing the pain that has been bottling up for a while.
“Why do you like me?”
“Who says I like you?” I answered, seeing a glimpse of hope in his eyes.
“Come on, Y/N. I’m not that stupid. I’ve seen the way your cheeks blush whenever I’m near you. How you’re the only one who has ever believed in me, in my entire godamn life. I’ve also seen how the way you look at me; like I’m the most important person in your life.”
“John, after my parents got floated, I had no one. In class, I would study my ass off only to distract me of what was really happening. I was really close to giving up, but one day, you came up to me, and that was the first time that I didn’t want to give up on life. You gave me hope, John. And, you kept talking to me, like you knew I was in a bad state, thank you for that. And, yes. I do really like you, John. For all of the good that is in you.” I softly spoke to him, the words aching in my dry throat.
A tear escaped his eye, with a smile growing on his face. I wiped his tear, and placed my hand on his cheek. He leaned closer and placed a soft, yet passionate kiss on my lips. Even though we were covered in blood, dust, and sand; he still had his signature smell. He smelled like berries and warmth. He made me look at him, tilting his head down to reach mine.
“I’m glad you’re still here, love.” It makes me smile; I’ve never cracked an honest smile since we came down here. He placed a soft kiss on my nose.
“I like you too.”
