#cockrch

[atlsburnt]

          ❛   yu don tou de.  ra gon a fleimkepa.   ❜     not that she’s met any previous flamekeepers to judge their average looks ,  but the words roll off her tongue nonetheless.   the description wanheda had provided her was accurate enough ,  but she doesn’t divulge that she’s aware john murphy is a fraud.   he was smart ,  undertaking the position to survive ,  and now they could have an inside man whether he wanted to be or not.     ❛   no ,  just wandering around.   ❜     /     @cockrch x

[headstrongblake]

    there’s a barely there shake of his head--- a warning to not do anything stupid but if murphy expected her to leave him here, well he didn’t know her as well as she believed. he looked worse than when she’d seen him last night ( before he’d been taken by these monsters while she refilled their water in a near by river ), knowing his fever must be wearing him down. it’s the collar around his neck. the way two men bring him forward with a gag around his mouth that causes her blood to boil. causes that heat in her face to rise as her jaw clenched. hostile survivors. animals just like the men who’d taken lincoln. she’d lost him to them already. she wasn’t about to lose murphy to a different set. “untie him.” she quickly demanded, raising an eyebrow towards the man who’d given her a disgusting choice. one closer to the life aurora blake had lived. 

    octavia takes slow steps on purpose, trying to give herself enough of a chance to scan the contents of the room and the people in it, taking stock of weapons and other objects that might be useful in this two...one and a half against five fight. “untie him and i’ll do whatever you want.” the one that troubled her the most? the guy calling the shots with a pistol strapped to his waist. he’d have to go first.

         ---------------------- starter / continued zombie | @cockrch

[thclcstgirl]

@cockrch gets a thing bc Murphy is a Sad 

“C’mon, lazybones, up.” She tugged at him pleadingly, hoping he’d laugh at the lazybones comment rather than be annoyed by it. “I wanna go outside the wall and I need someone to go with me. And who better than you?” She added with a teasing little smile. 

[ragedrivn-a-blog]

      he didn’t know how to operate the medical station.  it’s not like he’d ever stepped his foot in it. and now he couldn’t help murphy. while he had hooked him with a heart monitor, an iv he had found and a nasal cannula, he didn’t know how to truly help him. he was just monitoring his vitals, trying to think of something that could help murphy from the algae poisoning. so when murphy opened his eyes, matthias couldn’t be happier, even if it took too long for that to happen.      ‘   murphy...  thank god you’re awake.   ’      he broke into a smile and pushed some hair from his forehead.      ‘    take it easy.  you just woke up from a coma.    ’        

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[yourpaljughead]

for @cockrch | because yolo

                   ❛ MurPHY ? ANYONE SEEN MURPHY ? ❜

Jughead was yelling over the engine of his motorcycle as he slid into his spot at the Serpent’s camp ground. His heart was racing with adrenaline, a feeling that hadn’t left him even as he drove through the town to his new home - he had one person in mind and a hell of a story to share. Things were about to get worse, much worse, and John Murphy was the only person he trusted the information with. It was him, after all, just him that followed Jughead to Penny, to the Ghoulies, and to their expected death. Survival hadn’t been on their wishlist but it came nonetheless, giving the two boys a new level of respect with the remaining Serpents. So it was only far that Jug came to him with this newfound information. It was something he knew was going to change everything. No more sitting back and relaxing. They needed to make the most of this upper hand while they still had it.

                  ❛ JOHN MURPHY ! ❜

Another shout as he stormed through the Serpent camp ground, everyone looking at him like he’d finally lost it. Maybe he had. Maybe this had been the straw to crack whatever strength Jughead had left.

[portectorisms-a]

Blood pools just under the fabric of the dark grey shirt. The pain settles just beyond his abdomen as everywhere else starts to grow numb. Tongue darts to wet lips but the feeling is weak. The motion is slow and he wants to scream out the pain but all he can think about are the people he has to hold on for. The war inside of him rages onward and he draws a deep, shaking breath, the pain igniting through his entire system at the motion and his teeth grit hard together. His hand presses tighter over the bullet wound and he means to look up at Fox as he leans against the side of the vehicle but instead, he’s face to face with one John Murphy. So it happens even when he’s lost in the pain of it all. Searing hot, like an iron, each breath in his lungs and he looks at the other, mouth drops open, words desperate to escape but nothing falls at first. There is no sound, just short, labored breaths of air as he tries to shift his weight into the car. “What...the fuck are you doing here?” He manages, his gaze never leaving Murphy’s. How many times had they met in situations where one of them had blood for some reason upon their bodies? Even when it’s just from punching a bag too hard. “I’m...fine.” He chokes between breaths, fingers of his free hand curling tightly into a fist. “Fox is fine too. She’s..gonna get me to a hospital.” A pause and his brow furrows together as he lowers himself into the passenger seat, the fire blazing brighter, hotter, the pain almost causing him to black out. “So like...Unless you know how to dig...a bullet out of me, I suggest you let..the others know I’m good.” A half smirk as he speaks. “Not the first time..I’ve been shot.”

                              @cockrch || a slightly plotted thing based off that meme.

[dyefirst-a]

he    too    can’t    leave    the    sides    of    the    sick    ,             invisible    chains    tying      him    to    the    casualties    he    created .                   annoyance    drives    the    boy    every    day    ,             his    own    wounds    and    sickness    ignored    for    the    sake    of    helping    others .             dark    hues    fall    upon    the    other    aid    ,                noting    how    his    wounds    echoed    his    own    ,               how    the    two    had    caused    this .                he    crosses    to    the    other    with    a    slight    lip    ,                good    hand    moving    to    rub    sweat    from    his    brow .                  ❛          i    feel    so    guilty    ,          y’know    ?      ❜           /          @cockrch      !

[lumenae-archive-blog]

❛      hey         son         -         that        jacket’s       gettin’        a        little        small         on        you        .        .        .         or        are        you        tryna         go        for        the       way        the        girls        wear        theirs        ?         like        a        second        skin       .      ❜

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