#fotc stuff

[lalaloobzy]

something something Flight of the Conchords, Cake, The Presidents of the United States of America, Barenaked Ladies, They Might be Giants something something something

[flummoxedart]

ooh wee

[cwrldpc]

[gorgynei]

walks out covered in blood. i just bombed my math final

[primatechnosynthpop]

Can't stop won't stop putting these bozos in strange and unusual situations

[sapphic-hobbit]

okay here we go, i’m desperate enough.... is there anyone who would like to talk to me about flight of the conchords? please message me with your fav song and i’ll probably drown you with my thoughts in exchange. thank you!

[teamisc]

I didn't realize how many people were thirsting over Murray sorry yall 😐

[izzy-b-hands]

Murray/OC transmasc character because. I don't have an excuse lmaooo, i haven't written Reader-adjacent/OC kinda fics in a bit for any fandom, but I've just got a Need To Write Anything rn and this idea won't leave me so

Here we be.

NSFW as well because i wasn't gonna finally take this idea on and not have Murray get some lol.

---

"So, do you think you could manage them too?"

Murray looks to the man sitting on an overturned empty metal rubbish bin by Bret.

Pretty, especially the eyes. Almost grey, but a hint of a pale blue in there as well. Thick dark hair pulled back in a high ponytail that had been braided. He wondered if there was anyone that braided that for them, or if they did it themselves-

"Murray," Jemaine snaps his fingers in front of his face. "Yes or no? Because if it's a no, then Lux needs to get back to ours and get back to work."

Murray frowns. "What? You said Lux is a musician. That makes it sound like they're your house cleaner! No offense meant if that is the case, of course."

"We don't need a house cleaner," Bret says.

"We also don't have a house," Jemaine notes.

"An apartment could still have a house cleaner come by," Lux adds.

"Oh, yeah," Bret nods. "Would you wanna do that for us?"

"Are you paying me?"

Jemaine and Bret look away.

Lux hesitates. "Could I come use your bathroom while I'm busking if I offer to help clean?"

"Yeah, why not?" Jemaine replies. "We aren't that bad though."

Bret gives Murray a knowing look. It could be cleaner. They all know that.

"That matter is settled then," Murray declares. "Just going to add that to the band meeting agenda quickly...there we are!"

"I don't need much help," Lux says. "Someone to help me arrange gigs, mostly. I have a habit of losing or forgetting details about them, or I get busy and don't call back to confirm I'll be there and...yeah."

Lux rubs the back of their neck awkwardly. It's fucking adorable.

Internally, Murray scolds himself. Things have only been properly done with Shelley for a year, and he's not the type for a rebound. He ought to give it another six months to a year at least.

"I can do that," Murray says. "Let's get you a file."

He pulls a manila folder from his desk and an extra legal pad. "Okay. Name?"

"Lux," Lux replies.

"Lux what?"

"Just that," Jemaine says. "Like Prince."

"Or Cher," Bret adds. "Oh, or Kermit!"

"...The Frog?" Murray hesitates. "But he does have a last name: The Frog."

"No," Bret scoffs. "That's like a title. We don't call Lux 'Lux The Human.'"

"We can discuss that in more detail later," Murray sighs. Truthfully, he really just wants to hear Lux talk. Their voice pitches a certain deep note now and again, and it makes his heart pound.

"I play the theremin," Lux says. "But I have some knowledge of wind instruments and strings as well, if you think that would be good to add on."

"But you're only a one person act," Jemaine frowns. "How-"

"Viol strapped to a table by your theremin," Bret suggests. "One hand can use the bow, the other the theremin? I mean it won't sound great-"

"That would sound terrible," Murray wrinkles his nose. "Let's stick with the theremin alone for now."

Lux smiles.

Oh, that's dangerous. He wants to make them smile again.

"Any gimmicks or themes you stick to?" he asks.

Lux ponders it. "Grungy goth? Like, I'm dressed like this-"

Lux stands to show off tight black skinny jeans with a decently large hole ripped in one thigh. It shows off the edge of a tattoo, with no way to tell how big the full piece is.

Over that is a long-sleeved black tunic, and over that a grey knit cardigan.

On their feet, a pair of black leather platforms, and a final pop of color on their ears in the form of red broken heart earrings.

"I see," Murray tries to say it normally, but he can feel Bret's eyes on him.

"Now, part of it is I can't afford new shit right now, but it works," Lux continues. "And the goth bit too is like, all my music is creepy funerary."

"How does busking go with that genre?" Murray asks.

"About as well as you'd expect," Lux giggles. "That's why I need you."

He's got to be imagining the look Lux gives him. They hold his gaze for an extra moment; their hand flies to cover what looks like another smile.

He can't concentrate. Who could?

"So-"

"Guys, maybe you and Murray should finish up your band meeting, and then Murray and I can have our own after?" Lux suggests. "You can still give him all the ideas you have for me, and that way we can discuss them without taking time away from Flight of the Conchords stuff."

"Alright," Jemaine nods. "Where are you-"

"Murray, did you eat lunch?" Lux interrupts.

"Had planned to, but a dog stole my lunch bag again," Murray replies. "He dropped it, but he looked so hungry and he'd already had it in his mouth, so when he grabbed it again..."

"Oh Murray," Bret frowns.

"Like a paper lunch bag or an insulated one?" Jemaine asks.

"Insulated, but I can buy a new one," Murray waves away the question.

"That's lovely," Lux says. "I bet you made that dog's day."

He can feel himself blushing, and Jemaine and Bret staring him down again.

"Well, I didn't have lunch either," Lux continues. "So write down what you want on a sticky note there, and I'll go out and get it. By the time I'm back, it'll probably be time for our meeting."

He jots down a generic fast food order, not really all that concerned with eating for now.

As he hands it to Lux, there's the brush of fingertips. He wonders how lovely Lux's hands look at work with the theremin.

The thought makes him entirely too warm for a band meeting.

"I'll see you in a bit," Lux smiles and leaves with a wave, sticky note in hand.

"Murray," Bret says as the office door closes. "I know what you're thinking."

"That you guys should get some emergency fund money to go buy yourselves each a new cup?"

"No," Bret replies. "Wait, but can we actually? We broke both our cups last week."

"Been using our one bowl and straws for tea," Jemaine adds. "It really burns."

"Not great for the singing voice," Bret says. "Like the opposite of what tea should do for it."

Murray frowns. "That's no good. Here."

He pulls a fifty dollar bill from the envelope of money in his desk drawer. It holds what little savings he has left.

"Go on, and go buy some new cups. A new bowl too!"

"Are you sure?" Jemaine asks as he takes the bill. "Are we done with the band meeting already? Because we didn't really discuss anything about us yet."

"Or about how you definitely want to get with Lux," Bret says.

"Yeah, that too," Jemaine nods.

"Look, I'm not going to be improper," Murray sighs. "I just want to see if there's a connec-"

"No, we know," Bret interrupts. "Earlier, I was trying to say I'm sure you thought Lux was coming on too strongly. We did tell them to be chill-"

"More than once," Jemaine interjects.

"But...I don't know," Bret chuckles. "The more we told them about you, the more dreamy-eyed they got."

"Like how Bret looks at pictures of David Bowie," Jemaine explains.

"Like how we all look at pictures of David Bowie," Bret scoffs. "Don't deny it."

"He's right," Murray nods. "So... they're into me? Like for real?"

Jemaine and Bret nod.

"I think we should go buy some cups," Bret smiles. "And let Murray prepare for Lux's onboarding band meeting."

They leave discussing what kinds of cups they want, and if they might even have enough for some plates, and normally Murray would feel sad at their leaving.

But today, he's happy to watch them go.

--

"Here we are," Lux sets the bag of fast food on his desk. "How did it go with the boys?"

"Fine," Murray replies. "Went over the usual things. You know."

"Like what?"

Neither of them have made a move for the food, and he has a feeling it might be cold by the time they get to it.

He's very much alright with that.

"What sort of gigs they want," Murray says. "If they have new merch ideas."

"Ooh, speaking of," Lux says. "I had kind of a weird idea for merch for me."

"Oh?"

"So, when I'm bored I sit and redesign the logo I made for myself. Still the same general idea, but different colours, patterns," Lux continues. "It's a simple one, but I thought maybe patches or stickers, or, if we partner with a tattoo shop, I could sell them as tattoo designs."

Before he can speak, Lux stands from Jemaine's chair.

"I can show you the logo, if you want."

Murray nods. "Let's see it."

Lux blushes and lifts their shirt to show off a simple, yet flashy design of their name in black and red.

The tattoo sits just at the bottom of Lux's ribcage, and while there's nothing inherently sexual about the location, the flash of skin is about to do him in.

"Like what you see?"

Murray nods, then shakes his head. "Wait, no, I do like the design and the ideas! I didn't want..it came off like-"

"I know," Lux interrupts softly. "And I was asking both ways."

He hasn't felt like this since his first years with Shelley, and only now does he realize how much he's missed it.

"I know with any big record company or music agency this would be something frowned upon," Lux says. "But you already manage a band and have your consulate job. So I trust you with that mix of priorities."

Murray nods. "Um. Does that mean. Well, it must mean, no, must is presumptuous-"

"I'm waiting for you to kiss me," Lux says, and steps behind his desk.

He's certain he's going to fumble some part of this. And if it ends things right here, then so be it. He's not going to let that hold him back.

He stands and pulls Lux into a kiss. His hands toy with the edge of their tunic, but he goes no further until Lux nods and tosses the tunic off and aside.

"You're still serious about this, right?" Murray asks.

"I am," Lux replies, and leans up to kiss his neck.

"Such a mean manager," they joke in between kisses. "Making me wait so long."

"For what?" Murray asks, just before the lightbulb goes off. "Oh! Oh, well, I don't want to be too mean-"

Lux's hand rests on his belt buckle, a nonverbal question.

"Yes, please," Murray says, trying to sound like he isn't begging. But he can admit he is, a little bit. So much for not being desperate for a rebound.

The rest of their clothes come off in short order, dropped to the floor around his desk.

Lux sits on his desk. "I hope you know I'm not just trying to get in your pants for my music. And Bret told me to think realistically but..."

They hesitate. "If you'd maybe want to see if this could be more than a one night thing... I'd like that. If you would too, and if not that's perfectly fine of course-"

"I'd like that," Murray interrupts as gently as he can. "Maybe after this, we could take the food back to mine and heat it up? Have a movie night together."

Lux beams and nods, and he feels like he just won a fucking Grammy.

"Oh," Lux says as he drops to his knees in front of their spread legs. "You don't have to if you don't want to. Not everyone-"

"What, wants to go down on you?" Murray asks. "Why wouldn't they?"

Lux shrugs. "I've only been with a few guys that were into it with me."

"Well, their loss," Murray says, and wraps his arms around Lux's thighs to keep them in place.

He focuses solely on doing everything he can to make their legs shake. Sucking and licking at their cock, tongue lapping at their folds, and his nose pressing against their skin.

He knows the office is empty by now. Bret and Jemaine had asked to come in later, and honestly that worked better. For band meetings, but especially for this.

"Sorry," Lux murmurs after a loud whine. "I'll cover my mouth."

"Don't you dare," Murray says, surprised at himself. He likes it though. "I want to hear you."

Lux is still fairly quiet, but the panting and gentle moans he earns are perfect.

"Might want to pull away when I-" Lux pauses to grind down against Murray's face. "Yeah, you know. Fuck me."

"I'm getting there," Murray lifts his head and peppers kisses over the inside of Lux's thighs. "Come for me this way first."

"Why on earth did your wife leave you?" Lux asks.

"Because sex isn't everything, and I make poor financial decisions," Murray sighs. "Per my ex, that is. She's not wrong."

"Well, that's not a deal-breaker for me," Lux says. "Who doesn't make a poor financial choice now and then?"

Murray presses a longer kiss to Lux's right thigh, then kisses his way back to where he's most wanted.

It takes a moment more, then Lux's thighs clench hard around him.

He laughs when he's free from their grasp. "I understand what you meant about moving now. Didn't mind that at all though."

"Mhm," Lux mumbles blissfully.

"If you do want a break, or to st-"

"Murray," Lux says, eyes fluttering back open. "If you make me wait all that will happen is I'll end up wanting to fuck you in your car."

"You really want me that badly?" Murray asks as he stands. Everything thus far has shown it, but it's unfamiliar enough for him to worry he ought not take it for granted.

Lux nods. "Please."

"Um. I don't know how to ask this delicately," Murray hesitates. "I'm clean and snipped, but I think Jemaine left condoms here because he didn't want Bret stealing them for himself."

"Has he ever come back for them?"

"Ah, no," Murray shakes his head. "I think he forgot about them, but they're not expired and-"

"I'm on birth control, and I'm clean," Lux interrupts, pulling him close, legs wrapped around his waist.

That's more than enough impetus to slip himself inside of them.

His office door creaks open, and they both crick their necks to see what the fuck is happening.

"Murray, we got the cups, but could we steal some tea from the offi-" Bret looks up from the new cup in his hand. "Oh."

"Hi" Lux says. "You guys need tea?"

Bret nods. "I should have kno-"

"Did he say we could take the teabags or not," Jemaine interrupts, pushing past Bret into the office. "Oh."

"Oh my god," Murray drops his face into Lux's shoulder. "Yes. Just take them and go."

"You guys should have locked the door," Jemaine says. "I would, if I had an office to fuck in."

"Yeah, but I could have knocked," Bret adds. "Even if they weren't fucking, they would have been in the middle of a band meeting."

"Ah yeah, sorry," Jemaine winces. "We'll just collect the tea and g-"

"Please leave," Murray says desperately.

They trip over each other as they go, thankfully shutting the door behind them.

"I understand if you want to just go," Murray says as he lets himself slip out of Lux and step back. "I'm so sorry."

Lux sits up. "Why would I do that?"

"Mood's ruined a bit, I think."

"So what?" Lux shrugs. "Let's get dressed, take the food back to yours, and continue there."

He blinks. "Seriously?"

Lux nods and hops off the desk. "We were going to do that anyway, and we can get up to more in a bed than on a desk anyway."

Murray can't hold back a grin. "Okay! Yeah, let's... alright!"

"You're cute," Lux giggles, and brings him his shirt with a kiss.

They finish up and grab the food, locking Murray's office door and the main consulate door after them.

Lux holds his hand on the way out, and he decides he'll happily manage them for sure.

And if they want some dates arranged with him in between gigs, well, he'll happily do that too.

--

"I think they left," Jemaine peeks out from the dark break room/kitchen. "Shit."

Bret peers out beside him. "Oh. Well, if we leave we can't lock it."

"No, we can't."

They stare at the door together for a moment, as if Murray and Lux might burst back in.

"Should we eat those leftover donuts and sleep under the table until tomorrow?" Bret asks. "Don't want Murray to get in trouble if the door is unlocked."

"You just want the donuts."

"It can be both!"

Jemaine nods. "Might as well steal the rest of the tea too."

"Might as well."

[laniidae-passerine]

flight of the conchords is so fucking stupid I can barely watch it because I keep screaming with laughter all other comedy is dust insane NZ humour is now my best friend

I KNOW!!!!! fotc is batshit insane and I love it the hurt feelings song nearly killed me

[bythestedeside]

Like, I'm not good at this sort of thing in general, but was it supposed to come off like a joke when Anton in wwdits movie at the end is like "ya, i'm the alpha, they all listen to me" bc he doesn't fit the typical type that a werewolf alpha is usually. Like maybe they're playing on that expectation or maybe it's supposed to be that oh he's lame let's make him alpha haha idk, the second one doesn't seem like a joke they'd go for but idk. Anton seems like the dad type -which is a role Rhys always plays extraordinarily well obv- with well, everything we'd seen of him so far and it almost seems like a different character a little when he comes in to the flat with everyone playing up the alpha typical shit, which maybe he was just being showy offy in front of the vamps, when he was more dad/manager before -manager also a very Rhys character- so I just don't know what I'm supposed to make out of him coming in like that idk if this makes sense I'm just thinking about what I perceive as the shift in his character and what kind of joke it's supposed to be-if it even is one

[brunchbone]

some mlp stuff, some oc stuff and some me & my friend as fotc/gmm!

[spirker]

hi i'm too overwhelmed to watch rhys's murray cameo and i was wondering if you know of anyone who's posted a transcript somewhere? or if there's any chance maybe you would be open to telling us the best bits/highlights of the cameo? (thank you for your post about it with the fotc bloops video btw!!)

Oh hey! No problem, I’ll do my best.

So, Rhys is wearing a very cute Murray style ensemble for this one - beige shirt, Aotearoa themed tie, brown blazer.

He opens by calling ‘band meeting!’

First question is ‘where is Murray now?’

Answer - he’s been working hard, managing a band called Great Big Cow and getting them in to perform at the Troubadour in LA. The room sold out and the band played very well - a big achievement for Murray!

After that, he’s returned to New Zealand. He goes between NZ, LA and NY. FOTC was his heyday.

(I’ve written this next bit in full because I think it is excellent advice)

Life advice to note down: when you find yourself in a scenario you didn’t expect - don’t fret! Could be awkward, could be weird, you might be upset for some reason. Could be job you don’t want to do or could be some place you don’t want to be. But just think in the back of your mind - something good can come of this. The old silver lining.

Murray’s silver lining was that a couple of ‘cool-looking idiots’ turned up on his doorstep. They had a band that needed managing and Murray flourished in this new role!

They brought amazing comedy and music to the world, and there was a sense of sadness when it ended and they had to go back to NZ.

(Rhys gets briefly distracted by a plant in the background)

People related to Murray because he showed ‘fake it til you make it’, make use of any skills you have to level up - life is a ‘big theatrical escapade’, we have to put on a character everyday and pull something out of nothing to achieve in this world and Murray was the embodiment of that.

Murray is awkward, doesn’t quite fit in, but being like that you can still make it. Having a sense of humour is a big one, but you always have something unique about you.

Everyone has a sense of humour, some have a natural gift for it, but everyone has a certain set of skills to utilise.

(Then he talks himself out of giving advice - personally I love his advice and I always want to hear more but I think he started doubting himself here!)

Then he talks for a bit about improvisation in FOTC - a lot of it was improvised! They had so much fun.

Murray’s office particularly was always improvised - they had a goal to get to, a reason for the scene, but you could work anything into the scene. It was hard to stop each other from laughing!

Some highlights: arguing in front of the map, ‘I get ridiculed all the time’, ‘on your way to a dick meeting’, the dad guitar bit, ‘you’d have to be deaf to hear that’, ‘you could have a little bit of hay coming out of your mouth’ (🤣)

Rhys really enjoyed watching it back and he’s really proud of it.

Then he talks for a bit about band meetings and how Jemaine was always corpsing - he would be first to laugh and set Bret off. B&J would often have to leave the room and Murray would do the band meeting to two empty chairs because they were laughing too much.

Rhys would still hear them laughing down the corridor by the monitors so he’d call out ‘I can hear you! You’re gonna have to go back to your trailers!’

FOTC worked so well because of the connections they all had together as a cast and wanting each scene to be as funny as it could be.

You don’t want to rely too much on stuff you’ve written in a script, if you can do it (not everyone can) then improvising can be when you’re funniest. When Rhys gets a script he likes to do a run through where he adds his own stuff and people can see if they want to add in something different that he comes up with.

He then sings ‘Leggy Blonde’ as a thank you. He misses FOTC dearly and hopes they can get together again one day and do something.

(He includes all the parts of Leggy Blonde, including Jemaine’s rap, which had me in fits of laughter)

Wow that was long, I hope that my recap isn’t too overwhelming either! It was such a fun video and brought back so many memories of watching FOTC when I was a teen.

<3

[geodesicvoid]

i’d like to post fotc art here but most of my recent stuff has been older fotc them being freaky so oops ig here’s some sketches 😭

[primatechnosynthpop]

Guess what folks I’m writing another fotc fic! And this time the premise is [REDACTED]

[scarlettblack24]

Happy 50th Birthday Jemaine!

I know I’m a little late but I wanted to post something. The previous year was certainly not one of my better years, or anyone else’s I suppose, but there are bright lights that will bring one away from the darkness. It may sound corny but Jemaine has been one of those lights. How exactly? Well, where do I begin? His humor, his quick wit, his humbleness, his incredible talent as actor, and of course his voice and the music. FOTC will always be there even if they never make a new piece of music. I am grateful for that and Bret as well.

Several years ago in an interview he was asked if Hollywood was ever the goal? I believe his answer was something close to “I just wanted to make stuff”. He’s done that and more. So I want to use this post to once again say thank you to Jemaine Clement. Thank for making me laugh especially at times I didn’t want to. Thank you for giving me a new perspective on life. Thank you for the entertainment. Thanks for “the stuff”.

Ra Whanau

[ruleofexception]

FOTC: Epilogue (Ch 41)

@snowwhite-andtheknight

2 Years Later

The parchment is thin — nearly see-through in the early morning light that pours in from the window — but from the way Ryuu holds it between fingers that shake, one would think the words scrawled in dark ink across its surface are as heavy as a mountain.

“Well,” he pulls in a sharp breath between his teeth, blue gaze drifting once more across the page, drinking in the words written to him. “It’s official.” The letter flutters and trembles as he works to fold and stuff it back into the envelope it came in. Lips tug up in a wobbly, disbelieving sort of smile as he tries to shrug, “Obi’s dead.”

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