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August 15th 1997, D-DAY. Today was the day the idea of Gorillaz was born.

I would say happy D-DAY but when you think about it in 2d’s perspective D-DAY was the worst day of his life. Then again it was also the day Murdoc got the idea of GORILLAZ so..

HAPPY D-DAY EVERYONE! 🩸🦍✨

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Hella good - No doubt

Army of me - Bjork

Rebel girl - bikini kill

Rhinestone eyes - Gorillaz

I think I’m paranoid - Garbage

Edge of seventeen - Stevie nicks

Take me out - Franz Ferdinand

it was so hard not to add a bunch of Bjork and Gorillaz songs.

alright

@merakinees @oddity123 @ragd0ll-333

@cadwell-chorvrodonte tagged me in a game where you have to spell out your name using songs that you listen to!! here’s mine:

Ragdoll - The Lottery Winners

Alkaline - Sleep Token

Yule Shoot your Eye Out - Fall Out Boy

Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na) - My Chemical Romance

East Finchley - Frank Turner

Dying in a Hottub - Palaye Royale

Ignorance - Paramore

Anarchist - YUNGBLUD

these are my (chosen) first and middle name :)

I’ll tag @xaliaver @storiesbyemma @inedibleplastic @askyaphelion @snowfromfallenclouds but no pressure <3

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I ended up making this instead of figuring out my writing sh*t. But I’m glad I did because it turned out so, ✨✨✨

I also find that they are extremely fun to draw, something about their vibe I think.

anyway under cut is just me rambling about what happened while drawling and Nevermore stuff, because I’m bored and I have gotten the feeling I should stop bugging my bestie so….

✨💀⚓️🌊🖤

alright so I made this with a reference photo, and if you have read the wonderful webcomic Nevermore you probably know what scene I drew. also sorry if I got the line wrong, with the ‘you’re dead’ I didn’t go and check before I did that so I’ll just cross fingers and say it’s good enough. also about the words, I’m the type of person to show my family what I draw when I make something good right? I did that and I remembered why I hate putting words on my art, it’s because people read the words instead of looking at the art. they asked questions to why I but that there, and sense my families like not really into the stuff I’m into I just said “it’s a line geez mum.’ And I felt embarrassed, because I’m Harriet that’s what I do I over think about useless things. anyway… um, I heard there was a carnival Nevermore thing happening but I don’t really know what it is, I heard somewhere that it’s where you talk to the nevermore peoples on this website, but I��m really new to the fandom like this is my first nevermore art I felt comfortable posting. So idk if showing my face would be the best idea yet.

um what else, I guess I’ll get into a little more about the webcomic. so fun fact the first time I read Nevermore when I was young and naive I dropped it, I think it was because of how frustrated it was making me feel, I remember stopped exactly when Annabel said we have to be enemies to Lenore which didn’t make sense to me at the time and it just hurt my heart because they would have to be mean to each other and stuff and well I’m the type of girl that reads cute light hearted webtoons like Castle Swimmer and The Blind Prince and I still loved those comics literally my favorites. But I remember a few weeks ago after rereading The Blind Prince (by CozyCroww) for the thousandth time that I should read something else for a bit so I won’t be as sad about it being on break. And I remember scrolling through Pinterest and it kept recommending Nevermore stuff saying ‘Hey based off your recent searched you might like this stuff’ you know the thing Pinterest does, so after much temptation I opened it again and I read it, and I wanted to without stopping but it was a lot to process you know so it took me two days which is a shame I definitely would have pulled an all-nighter if it hadn’t been for the angel sitting on my shoulder telling me to go to sleep. hmmm maybe I should get into my shipping status with Nevermore now. Obviously I ship Annabel and Lenore because I have to 😌 but damn they’re toxic as sh*t. Then again I lately I have been falling head over heels for toxic relationships because I like their complexity.

I do ship Eulaine (did I spell her name right? 😰) and Pluto because come on they are so cute and might be the most compatible ship in this webtoon let’s me honest. 🥰. Now for the long lest of ships I’m on the fence about…

Monty + Will, I think if will stopped letting Monty push him around he would be very good for that devil goat. Will is sweet if he built a little confidence he could be a good influence for Monty or at least someone that can be a safe place for Monty but that being said I don’t think Monty is that great for Will, I mean he has a lot of personal stuff he needs to deal with anyway. Pluto + Duke, there is nothing wrong with this ship, I just think they make for better bros than lovers, and as much as I love this ship idea I doesn’t really work. Duke and Pluto are the only guys in Lenore’s group who are they going to talk to if they get into a fight or disagreement? There’s no others brothers to talk to. And pls I don’t think those wonderful lesbians are going to be much of help they have there own stuff to deal with. but neither less it could be cute.

Pluto + Duke + Eulaine, I LOVE THIS ONE! THEY WOULD BE SO GREAT! But Eulaine and Duke literally have no interaction, 😐

Merry + Mourn, siggghhhhhh, um, I gotta be truthful the looking the same thing kinda throws me off, but I have a feeling they are supposed to be shipped… and there interactions lean toward couple, but let’s be real, me and my bestie act like we are dating but we’re really just both touch starved I mean we lean on each others shoulder too, we tackle each other into the grown, and we hold hands but I don’t feel any romantic connections to her and she doesn’t either. So I would like to say that’s what Mourn and Merry are like but… they actually would work really well together as a couple and that’s because they complement each other they now how to calm the other down and they always have the others back. Now that’s a golden relationship right there. But they really could just be friends that’s why they are on my ‘on the fence’ list.

don’t ships…

Ada + Annabel + Lenore, alright look this just doesn’t make sense. And I’m leaving it at that.

now I’m open to any ships and I’m willing to hear people out before I decide so I won’t be putting anyone else in this comic on my don’t ship list… yet.

alright what’s next AH! My theories! ✨✨✨

I don’t think there’s a death, I think Nevermore is death.

the raven has sculls in his eyes, and I briefly wonder from time to time if the raven is death.

I think Lenore Berenice and Morelia when to a different dimension when they tried to escape and Lenore is going to find Theo.

I don’t think the evil elk thing is Theo, his seems like something much older something that scares the deans.

I think the hunts rampage through the school might have been an actual test. Like one of the tests at the end of the term thing, then again it might not and the deans might be just a couple of cowards with bad school security.

alright now I think I should go to bed it’s late.

⭐️😌🦋✨💙

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The urge to get sidetracked from my fanficton and write some really weird shit is strong.

so! hahahah ha… ha

I got another book idea. God help me. it’s about what happens after death… in the world of the dead….

and it’s messed up! But I like it 😏

I just can’t write it because I also need to write my damn 2d X reader because I promised myself I wouldn’t give up! And I don’t want to stop writing it because it’s getting there!

but I want to write this too. 😔⭐️

Sorry for the rambling post! I will post something soon. Either something really freaky or some sweet Gorillaz fandom worthy angst. And if it’s not that then it will probably be something from the webtoon Nevermore.

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I love yr blog redesign!

THANK YOU! I plan to keep it this way now, nothing really felt right, but I think the blue theme works well. :D

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CHAPTER 4 of WHERE IS MY MIND 2000

I’m just gonna put this here…

Chapter 4  

            The doorbell was sticky under her finger, and (y/n) quickly retracted her hand to try and wipe it off on her pink angel pajama bottoms, which were now covered in splotches of mud and grime. 

            She couldn’t lie, she did feel a bit panicky coming up to their door, but she needed directions or at best someone to drive her home. She regretted her decision to sneak out in the first place, and she wanted to talk to Max, therefor in her mind he’s the only person that could make her feel loved. And she needed that right now, she needed that ‘I missed you.’ 

            Once the bell shrieked a series of ruckus reached her ears from the other said of the door. 

“I’LL GeT iT!” Someone screamed, after that she heard shouting and the crash of what might have been a lamp as footsteps thundered toward the door. 

She thought about backing out running back down the road that she found was just a bit away, but before she could chicken out the big strange metal door opened, and the same blue haired boy poked his head out. 

“Hi,” he squeaked, blinking at her with dark eyes. 

(Y/n) looked down avoiding his unnatural gaze, “Hi, uh I’m sorry to bother you but I seem to be a bit lost and-”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence, therefor it was once again lost over another’s voice. 

“ZOMBIEEE!!!” 

The man’s screech was overwhelming and struck (y/n)’s heart filling it with fear and worry. 

 (y/n) blinked shocked by the very sudden outburst before she whipped around to look behind her at the unholy creature she was sure came straight from hell. The thing was molding,  it only had one eye that had shrunk to the size of a bouncy ball, it’s arms were hairy, and it’s guts were being dragged behind it, the wet organs catching dirt. She screamed her haunted imagination coming to life. It’s clawed hands reached out for her but before it did she was pulled into there house the sounds of shouting, angry foot steps and the smell of burning citrus trying desperately to cover the overwhelming smell of smoke surrounding her. 

The Green man rounded the corner shouting orders as blue hair slammed the door shut. 

“WHAT HAPPENED!”

“A ZOMBIE! IT’S AT THE FRONT DOOR!” 

“A ZOMBIE? FACEACKE WHY DID YOU BEG ME TO LEAVE BEFORE?!”

“BEG YOU?? OH SO IT’S MY FAULT??!” 

(Y/n) couldn’t handle it. She was in the middle as the two men screamed at each other, and a strange but cute brown haired dog yapped at her feet. But throughout the chaos she could only focus on one thing, the horrid vision of that horrid disgusting creature reaching out for her. They were nothing like the movies, not even close, they were much more frightening in person. 

The closet by the door was yanked opened and that bloody scythe was back out along with a shovel and a hand gun. (Y/n) squeaked at the sight of it, the memory of the horrid wrinkle skinned man replacing the hell dweller. She was sure it wasn’t the same gun, but it was for certain the same brand. 

“What’s going on here?!” A voice boomed, and (y/n) turned to an archway to find a burly man his skin the color of rich brown moss.

The Green man turned and snarled, “Zombie apparently!” 

The man shook his head with a groan,  “MURDOC I’M THIS CLOSE TO CALLING AN EXTERMINATOR!?, …. “ the man’s gaze settled on (y/n), “Why is there a girl in my house?” 

The man glared at her his white eyes paralyzing (y/n) on spot, but there was no room to interfere because murdoc was already yelling again, “MY HOUSE, IT’S MY HOUSE!!” 

The Blue Haired man turned to (y/n) and she meet his gaze, surely he could see the fear and confusion settled on her face, (y/n) did catch any trace of sympathy in his eyes only a bit of discomfort and confusion to add to it  before he turned to the man in the arch way and cried voice broken, “I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE!” 

With that the man turned back to (y/n) still glaring as he pointed an accusing finger at her, “You Better not be a thief.” 

(Y/n) stuttered shaking her head frantically, “No-NO I’m just lost!” She shuttered as the dog bit the scruff of her pajama shirt. She quickly shoved it off with a, “Bad dog.” 

The dog backed away and darted into the dark hallway. (Y/n) had half the mind to follow it maybe she could get away from the commotion and find a safe hiding place. She was already moving after the dog when a high pitched voice spoke above all. 

“口 お 閉じて ください!” 

Everyone stopped and looked up. 

(Y/n) followed there gaze to find the girl she saw from before standing in her plaid pajamas at the top of the moody staircase, her small hand gripping the metal railing knuckles turning white. She seemed angry probably tired, hence it was sure to be around 3:00 am. 

All at once all three men started shouting, and (y/n) jumped unable to keep track of it all. 

“NOODLE! WHY AREN’T YOU IN BED!?”

“It’s dangerous right now!”

“I’M SORRY!” 

“Did you have a nightmare?” 

“YOU SEE THERES THIS ZOMBIE-”

“Wait were you playing that video game again? I told you to stop playing that rubbish especially when your supposed to be sleeping!” 

“Russ chill the kid can do whatever she wants.”

“Do you want warm milk our something… I don’t know if we have anything.” 

“You know what I’m opening the door!” 

“MURDOC NO!!!!” The other two yelled collectively, shifting there attention away from the girl. 

(Y/n) didn’t know where to look and she seemed to have lost the dog. . 

Despite there warning the door was opened and that zombie that had been clawing at the metal this entire time was in sight again. In one big swing of his scythe murdoc had cut the thing in half, it’s rotten blood splattering across there pouch. 

(Y/n) screamed and covered her mouth at the sight of it. Now knowing why the doorbell was so sticky before, But the man in the arch way was in front of her before she knew it, only the sight of who murdoc called Faceacke frantically scrambling for the hand gun on the floor, shouting to his friend, “WAIT FOR ME!” 

The large man was rushing up the stairs now just  as she caught sight of faceacke shoving the gun in his pocket and running out the door, slamming in closed behind him. (Y/n) stared at the door, taking in the tough metal latch, before she knew it her legs had started to feel weak and she found herself sinking to the wood floor. She used a beam at the end of the stairwell to lower herself down as she continued to stare. Zombies, guns, and other unnatural things just seconds ago surrounded her. She didn’t know how to comprehend it all. It seemed to her like she gotten into a awful lot of trouble for just one night. 

Calm and tired voices floated from above, and she looked above her to see the man and the little girl talking at the top of the tall stairwell. That man seemed like a giant before, one that won’t think twice about snapping her in two, but maybe that was just the cover of the book.

“Did those idiots wake you?” He asked, his back was turned as he walked with the girl farther away from where (y/n) sat and toward the second floor. 

The girl nodded slightly before responding with a reasonable frown, “loud.” 

(Y/n) watched them disappear out of sight and she turned away to frown at the floor. Distant shouts barreled from outside, and she flinched. She wished she would have left while she could, before she met a zombie, before it’s awfulness gotten etched into her brain. She liked to watch zombie movies before, she would hide in her room and watch them on her laptop to block out the noise of her older sister and her mother arguing. but now she wasn’t sure if she could stomach them. 

The sound of soft jingling snapped (y/n) away from her thoughts, and she turned her head to find the brown dog looking at her through the staircase railings, it had dark eyes and scruffy fur. 

“Hi.” She whispered reaching out to pet the dog. It let her pet them for a bit until he moved his head and bit her hand, not hard but with a firm and slobbery grip. 

(Y/n) jumped, and glared, placing her other hand over the dogs snout, “Let go.” She growled staring the dog dead in the eyes. 

It watched her keenly but it didn’t let go, so with a grunt she began to pry the dogs jaws off her. It growled as she pushed it’s lips under it’s teeth, she only had to wait a few seconds before it let go not being able to endure the pain. 

(Y/n) took her arm back and let go of the dog, wiping her slobbery arm on her sleep shirt, “now don’t do that again ok,” She warned it, turning away, “I was only trying to be nice.”  

“Are you like a dog whisperer our something?” 

(Y/n) jumped and turned around to see the giant from before standing behind her, she stared for a second calculating the man’s face, he wasn’t smiling but he wasn’t frowning either, he seemed to have a calm vibe flouting around him, which (y/n) noted to be harmless… probably. 

“Um, no…” she answered awkwardly looking away. 

The man nodded and made his way down the rest of the stairs, “now how did someone like you end up in a place like this? Usually only dare devils climb this hill, and you seem…” 

“Nothing like a dare devil?” She finished for him, flashing him a weak smile. 

He frowned and looked  away, “sorry, I’m not usually one for that stereotype crap, forget I said that.” 

“Alright.” (Y/n) said with a growing smile, silence etched around the room and she watched the dog trot around the space until it settled on sniffing her muddy slippers, just as the man sat down next to her on the stair case. 

“I’m Russel.” He said giving her his big hand, she shook it. Grateful for the handful of trust he was giving her. 

“(y/n)” she replied smiling. 

It suddenly came to her that this might be a good time to vouch for help, no one who seemed to want to interrupt her was in the room as far as she could tell, she looked away letting go of his hand, before she took a deep breath and spoke, “a lady from town told me to come here, she said you guys could help me.”

Russel raised his thick eyebrow, “how so?” 

“You see,” she stated waving her arms about, “I did something so very dumb and now I’m lost and I don’t know where home is. . . A lot of crazy and unexplainable things have happened and now I’m afraid that I’m a lot farther from my home than I thought I was. The street I was on before doesn’t look the same, and there’s people I haven’t seen before everywhere! It’s like I’m in a different world!”

Russel blinked at her, and nodded, staying silent. 

(Y/n) sucked in a breath through her teeth, wringing her hands, “C-Can you drive me home?” 

His white eyes widened and he leaned away, “You want to get into a strangers car? Not the smartest move when your out here.” 

(Y/n) blinked at him, a bit shocked and a bit suspicious now, “Can I trust you?” 

He quickly nodded, “You can trust me, all I’m saying is that some people here will coax you into there car and won’t take you home.” He looked away and scowled at the door. 

“You talking about perverts?” 

He turned back to her a weak smile on his face, (y/n) detected a bit of pain and she quickly wondered why before he spoke again, “Not just perverts… Now come on I’ll drive you home. 

He stood up and (y/n) followed suit. He wasn’t much taller than her but he still seemed to tower over her. She felt rather small and she started to worry if she could actually trust him, he did give her his name though…  

He started to lead her into the dark hallway, and she shivered, she felt like she made another mistake this would be a good place for a kidnapping. Only he had turned on the light and lines and lines of doors stood symmetrically down the hall. About two doors down to the left was a space without a door. (Y/n) craned her neck to look through it, inside was a kitchen painted butter yellow just like her nails, with dirty dishes, all different types of art hung on the walls, and a hundred or so paper drawings clung to the fridge the papers rustling every so often when the fan would turn to blow warm air across the space. But what seemed the most strange was the dozens of sticky notes clinging to the walls and cabinets, reminders and little doodles it seemed.

“Sorry about before, you were kinda thrown in at the wrong time, were not always like that, sometimes were much worse.” 

She looked up as he laughed deep and loud. 

(Y/n) chuckled a bit, “You guys do know how to leave an impression.” 

Russel nodded smiling weakly, “Sorry about the zombie too.” 

She nodded looking away saying quietly, “It’s alright.”

“I should just call the exterminator.” 

“I think that would be a good idea…” 

Russel stopped in front of a door, it was white and dirty just like all the other ones, above the metal nob was a yellow sticky note stating Garage with a smiley face. 

“What with all the sticky notes? I see there everywhere,” (y/n) looked back at all the doors they past and the yellow sticky notes that stuck to them. 

“Ah yeah,” Russel stated rubbing his shoulder, “D often gets lost or can’t find things sense everything kinda looks the same here, so one day he walked around the whole house and labeled everything, nobody has taken them down sense we all find that it’s quite useful.” 

“Oh alright,” (Y/n) laughed, “so it’s true that millionaires get lost in there own homes.” 

He snorted and opened the door, “Where not millionaires, were actually quite broke.” 

(Y/n) looked down embarrassed for assuming such, “Oh I’m sorry I just assumed-” she stopped talking and looked inside the garage to find a fancy green jeep, what looked to be a woodie Chervrolet Chevette, a rusty dusty wagon, and half a car literally half a car, there was a caboose of a blue bug but no front. She turned and gave him a look, “You sure your not?” 

            He nodded as he walked in, “Yes, I actually made these from stuff I found in the junk yard out back.” 

            “You have a junk yard to?!” 

            “Yeah, haha!” 

            “Damn this place sure is a jack of all trades,” (y/n) spoke more our less to herself as she craned her neck to look around, between each car was a concrete pillar, and on either other pillar was a sticky note. 

            A stick note by the jeep read… well, The Jeep 

            Beside the Chervrolet Chevette read, Wood Jenny 

            By the half of a car read, bug butt, which I guess wasn’t wrong…

            And Honorably by the rusty RV was, Whinny banjo, but abnormally higher than the others. 

            Russ caught her looking at it and chuckled, “D put it way up there so that pickle brain couldn’t get it down.” 

            “Who is D?” (Y/n) asked already guessing that pickle brain was the grumpy green man. 

            “The blue haired kid,” He replied walking up to the Chervrolet. He ran his hand along the smooth wood plates on the sides, before he swung open the driver seat door, “Alright, get in, lets get you home.”

            She nodded and rushed around to the other side as he started the engine. She quickly opened the door and got in sitting on the red leather seat. the sound of music thumping from the radio, she quickly recognized the song, Doo Wop (the thing) by Lauren hill. She closed the door and smiled turning to Russel, “I love this song.” 

            “Me to, Lauren is a cool chick.” He replied pressing a cream button hanging like a fancy necklace from the mirror, it seemed to have opened the garage door and he drove out. (Y/n) wasn’t prepared for what was outside it was a total mess. Piles and piles of junk and trash littered the stretch of land beyond, she plugged her nose the smell of gas and wet rust overpowering the air around her, she looked over at russ, he seemed completely unbothered, as happy as a bat with fruit. (Y/n) looked away without a word. 

            Russel slowly turned right and around the jagged corner of the house, before he finally asked the question, “alright were to.” 

            “23056 StrongWood Avenue.” She sighed leaning back against the seat as the stench finally faded and the realm of gravestones came into view. 

            (y/n) spotted D a little ways away, he was standing just at the edge of the graveyard, he turned and met her gaze black eyes meeting her own. She didn’t look away this time, and after a few seconds a small smile started to tease his thin lips. She didn’t know what it was but it made feel a bit tingly, like there was a pop rock in her mouth.

His smile never had the chance to grow therefor the voice of Murdoc stole his attention with a harsh shriek, “FACE ACKE!!!!” 

D whipped his head around and started running across the field, “I’m comING!!!” 

(Y/n) watched him run off, her head feeling like a cloud of air. 

“Huh you really do like this song don’t you?” 

She blinked and looked at Russ then in the side mirror out her window at the dorky smile on her face. She quickly erased it, and turned back to him with soft and kinda embarrassed smile, “Yeah haha.” 

He nodded and turned up the volume. 

The song ended and the after math started started to play, the words ringing in her ears. 

It’s the difference of loving some body and being in love with somebody.

You can love anybody, but when your in love with somebody, 

your looking at it like this.

You taking that person as who she or he is no matter what she or he look like,

No matter what she or he do.

                                                                                                ……………………………………….

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OZZY OSBOURNE 🦇

Why did this amazing man have to go and die on me. 😭😭😭😭😭

all I can do is listen to Mama, I’m coming home and cry. What the fuck is this shit!

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2d.

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Give me something to add to a wall that im painting, could be anything

a dragon eating a taco. Every wall needs this. Or of course a princess killing a prince if you want to go dark…

OR you can paint smily face and heart shaped balloons with a little mushroom guy holding the string. :)

thanks for asking.

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YESSSSSSSS 🤩

“Girls and boys” Gorillaz edit I made today🌈

I’m literally obsessed with this song rn. It’s so fitting for the summer (+ I love Damon’s singing a lot).

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i’m screaming you draw them so good!

Elaine and Sebastian (and Bartholomew) from the webtoon The Blind Prince 😭🫶🏽

I got too tired to clean the sketches

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2d! 😛

turns out my drawling app thing doesn’t have a blender. That’s why the skin looks like that. :( but it’s alright still looks good to me.

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alright we’re doing this.

my first boyfriend was a manipulative jerk, he got a girl to spread gossip about me. And he wouldn’t listen to me when I told him I wanted to break up. He also made me dance with him when I told him I didn’t want to. 😁🔪

I brought Hershey's kisses.

@merakinees @angryplebianart @fr0ggy-ravenclaw @charb-0119

I have no idea if someone has already done this on tumblr but..

TRAUMA CANDY SALAD 😀

*clears throat* My name is Leelee and last year this kid in my class grabbed my behind and said he got tickets to gyattown. aNyWaYs I brought the bowl ><

@axisssss @teenagechildtyphoon @aroacegrimreaper @how2beanerd @cabin13winion @cherryblossomflowers444 @pinkxpxnda @epik-bylerfan + anybody who is interested / wants to join

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WHERE IS MY MIND 2000

(Y/n) doesn't feel loved. So she does drastic things to feel so, but when one of her late night outings ends with a gun against her head one moment and trapped in a different world the next she starts to wonder if being truly loved if worth it, all the while trying to get back home in time for her wedding day with little to no success. Desperate to escape this world of chaos and ghouls she turns to the only people crazy enough to help her, a bratty 10 year old genius, a man who can talk to ghosts, a asshole on his own desperate road to fame, and a attractive idiot that's convinced she's an alien. though all four band members are determined to get (y/n) home the task seems to be a lot harder than it looks when they find out a demon that is hungry for (y/n)s soul is on the lose and that they have no idea where to start. . ✨❣️🪐

this fanfic is a 2dxreader Jsyk.

you can read WHERE IS MY MIND 2000 on wattpad, right here ;)

WHERE IS MY MIND 2000 read here.

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AHHHH THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL! 🤩

Been listening to Possession Island on loop so I threw together a lil cover last night huehue

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oh my god. My heart is going to explode. i won’t say I ship it in the film, but in this AU hell yes.

end of the day

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Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

oh boy. Ummmmm…..

I like that I’m creative

uh

I like that I like Gorillaz lol

I like my reflection, but I think every Taurus likes their reflection heh.

I like that I am a bit of a music and book nerd.

and um I know this might sound weird but I like the little hairs on my arms and legs because they are soft.

thanks for the positive ask.