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Gorillaz poster I made based on that one Noodle racer advertisement (she’s too cool)

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I GOT A NOODLE TATTOO! SHE LOOKS SO COOL!!!

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i reallyreallyreally would like to write something but my computer is broke af, and i would on my phone but its annoying as hell… might have to resort to it :(

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They deserved a happy ending

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FUCK this post and HAPPY BIRTHDAY 2D gorillaz

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god i do just love when all my fixations hit me in the face all at once and then a new ones added on top, its like im not quite sure what to do with myself lmao

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“I don’t need therapy because my comfort characters are my therapy” and it turns out the comfort characters in question are the ones who need therapy the most

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expect some overwatch fanfiction i think, my fixation on it has come back after like a year and ive never been more excited. been getting back on sombra and i forgot how much i love her hehe <3

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hopefully there’ll be a new fic sometime this weekend or like next week, been stressing over a drama exam but its all done now so yay!

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i got a 2D tattoo!!! he looks so sick look:

AHHH!!!

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i convinced my mother so new tattoo soon hopefully yayay

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how can i convince my mother to let me get a tattoo of 2D :(

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she's my collar - one-shot. | 2D x reader

this was literally made up in my head as i was driving on a fast road to this song lol, so enjoy !!<3 (might make another part to this so lmk)

content warning: none

summary: gorillaz as a band like to race their fancy cars every now and then, but when someone else shows up, they're all blown out of the water, especially 2D.

ONLY THING THAT STAYS CANON IS THE FACT THEY'RE A BAND.

Engines at the ready, 2D gripped the steering wheel of his bronze Ford Mustang. He looked to his right, where Murdoc was grinning at him menacingly in his Chevrolet Camaro, a few bullet holes in the side and painted with one large white star on the side. 2D lowered his head and looked at him with a deep death stare, he was going down. Murdoc revved his engine, before looking back towards the flag girl, who he had definitely had a thing with. 

2D looked to his left then, Noodle in her white Mazda Miata and Russel in his orange Jaguar Spectre. He could see they were both focused, ready to be out for blood. 

‘Three…’ 2D shifted in his seat, focusing his eyes on the road.

‘Two…’ The angry growl of his 1967 Mustang taunting his teammates, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

‘One!’ Just before the last number was called, 2D caught sight of a purple blob heading his way at lightning speed, yet he quickly forgot about it when his bandmates sped off. 2D managed to catch up, only two seconds behind in the first place. He kept his foot to the floor, not allowing himself to be distracted. He overtook Murdoc, then Russel, and now Noodle was his biggest competition. Racing side by side, Noodle giggled to herself, looking over at 2D and blowing him a kiss. 

What she didn’t know was that 2D was playing her the whole time, only slowing to let her have her small bit of fun. You know, like all siblings do.

2D fake caught the blown kiss, throwing it behind him as he sped up, flying past Noodle. Merging back into the left lane, he checked his center mirror, seeing the purple blob from earlier formatted into a car. A Toyota GT86. 

‘Nasty.’ 2D thought, the tinted windows hiding the look of who was driving it. They seemed to be teasing him, driving so far up their back end it would be fatal if 2D were to slam on the breaks. Eventually, the car came round the side, blocking off Murdoc’s boosted black beast, stopping him from getting past 2D. As the purple car approached, the passenger window was rolled down, 2D stared in awe as you kept an equal speed, one hand on the wheel and one on the gears. Hair blowing in the wind and lip bitten back.

You turned to look at him, smiling sweetly before speeding right up before a bend. You tucked in before 2D, slowing down in front of him, Murdoc had used his boost far too much and so now it was on a cool down, now you had nothing to worry about, neither did 2D. Except for each other. 

You knew who he was, of course, knew they were having this race, you’d been a long time fan, but to Stuart, you were something of another world, a destruction of desire. You were the thing he didn't know he needed. He sped up again, merging to the right lane just in front of an attempting to overtake Russel, he wanted another look at you. You knew you had to keep the lead, keep in front, and so you followed 2D’s pattern, everytime he moved lanes, you did too. No chance you were letting him get the time of day. In a flash of a moment, you reached the finish line, skidding across the track and you spun your car to face the others, Stuart not too far behind, followed by Russel, Murdoc and then Noodle. Your lap didn’t count though, this was the bands race. Not that that would ever stop you. You got out and leant on your car door, 2D immediately walking over to you.

“Who are you..?”

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Look me dead in the eyes and tell me Murdoc wouldn’t wear this.

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my favourite to drive to LOL <3

Gorillaz - 19/2000

There’s a monkey in the jungle Watching a vapor trail Caught up in the conflict Between his brain and his tail

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the funny thing is i can easily write a whole fanfic from start to finish but can’t even get myself to write a 1800 word screenplay, wishing i never picked film studies xoxo

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Gorillaz lore - told a lil' differently :))

part 2 - frontman

content warning: satanism, violence, mentions of sex, mentions of abuse, drugs, alcoholism.

summary: murdoc tries to impress some ladies, in doing so, further causes poor sod 2D more brain damage, but begins to create his world famous band.

The court hearing was the first time Murdoc had actually been ‘sentenced’ per say, before it was bans on his driving licences or a few days stuck in a prison cell before his father or brother came to bail him out. His father's release resulted in thorough beatings when they got home, yet it didn’t teach Murdoc his lesson. In fact it further encouraged him to take drugs as it would be a few days of zero pain, and after the one harsh session from his father, he was often ignored for weeks on end. That was better than being hit for weeks on end, he could tell you.

“Murdoc Alphonse-” the judge was cut off by Murdoc clearing his throat.

“Faust.” He said loudly, shying his eyes down from the stand as the judge, and his father {which was felt from the back of his head}, glared at him. “Please sir, thank you sir.”

“Murdoc Faust Niccals,” The judge started again, looking down at the paperwork in front of him, Murdoc looking back up at him, “I hereby sentence you to 30,0000 hours of community service, 10 hours a week of caring for Stuart Tusspot.”

‘Fuck.’ Murdoc thought, this was not what he’d planned, not how this was supposed to go. The man looked over at the comatose boy, only then realising that his hair was fully blue, not split with red. Must’ve been the blood. He was being fussed around by his mother and father, they looked to really care for him. Murdoc scoffed, why were they fussing at him when he was unresponsive. After a few moments of the judge and juries leading the courtroom out, Murdoc was taken away to be given back his casual clothes instead of the black and white striped, shit-smelling uniform, and his handcuffs taken off him. Not that they were too uncomfortable though, he was used to them and in more ways than just prison.

Walking out of the changing room, Murdoc was greeted by Rachel and David, Stu-pot’s parents, shoving their son into him. The boy fell limp onto Murdoc as Rachel began to bawl at the sight. Murdoc gave a confused and disgusted look at his mother, David held her in an embrace, giving Murdoc a scowling stare while telling him sternly to make sure he did the right thing, like Murdoc was moving out and taking his younger brother with him. He’d never been in this situation, being the youngest of him and his brother. When Stuart’s parents walked away, Murdoc growled lowly with disgust, looking at the scraggly blue hair of him. 

“Ah what the hell.” He whispered to himself, dragging the boy to his newly renewed car.

After the first year of taking care of the poor sod, Murdoc came to realise looking after Stuart wasn’t so bad after all. It became tedious to bathe and feed the 19 year-old, but Murdoc had often done the same routine with his father after he came home from the pubs blackout drunk, not that the old stinking man deserved Murdoc’s care. Hannibal, his brother, helped most of the time, but with Stuart it was different because he was on his own. This was his sentence. It was also different because there wasn’t an old man smacking his lips together in an attempt to speak while he was being fed. So in a way this was better, much better.

Murdoc had come to realise he could still do all the things he used to do, he just had to keep it on the down low. The drugs began to stay inside the house, and Murdoc, out of pure boredom, began to blow leftover smoke down Stu’s permanently hung open mouth. The anger Murdoc felt when he was drinking on his bed was put onto Stuart, the older man using him as a punching bag, taking away his stresses. Murdoc did feel a tinge of guilt after these moments, but one last swig of his bottle of Archer’s Schnapps would snap him right out of it, not remembering the next morning due to his hangovers. There was never any sort of response from Stuart, and even though Murdoc knew this was going to be the case for however long, it angered him more, which caused Murdoc to drink more.

Eventually, Murdoc decided sex would be the best thing to get his anger out, so every so often, Murdoc would look his new ‘friend’ in the spare room, bringing home a bird who seemed to think she was worthless enough to go home with Murdoc in his state, and perform rough and fast love to her. Until the feeling becomes numb enough for him to not feel so much anymore. 

One of these days after a long time writing bass lines for a few sample ideas, Murdoc felt the need for fresh air, hopefully to pick up some hot ladies. He huffed, pushing his fringe back out of his face. The ragdolled look of Stuart caught his eye. The boy had become a sickly kind-of pale in all the time Murdoc had him, and not that Murdoc cared, but he thought why not take him for a little joy ride. He threw him over his shoulder and ran out to his car, throwing Stuart into the back carelessly with nothing to keep him in place. Murdoc drove with speed to a popularised car park in Nottingham, immediately spotting a few people and amongst them, a couple of beautiful women. He licked his sharp teeth before slamming his foot to the ground, spinning the wheel and making donuts in a large empty space of the area. Murdoc could see a crowd was gathering, and so it gave him more confidence. He began to speed forward to then change to 360 degree turns, only to then be flashed by a rather lovely sight of one of the women’s racks. Distracted by his own dirty old thoughts, Murdoc had not looked where he was going for a few seconds, hitting 90 miles per hour as he slammed his car into a bollard. 

The only sense that filled Murdoc was the sound of shattering glass, a flashback to a year before. The feeling of dread filled him,

‘Shit..’ He thought, remembering the boy he had brought with him. Hitting his car on a small bollard wasn’t going to smash his windscreen, and he frantically thought about not securing Stuart to his seat. 

“Bollocks.” He accidentally spoke aloud, turning to see that Stu was indeed not there. Murdoc bit his lip harshly, turning back toward the front. He sat up straight, there he could see the body of the poor sod about a mile in front, and for a second, there was no life, which Murdoc should have been used to by now but by god did he need just one small twitch.

And then there it was. First it was the wiggling of fingers, then a full hand twitch, then the full dragging of both arms. Murdoc released a relieved sigh, jumping out of his car to run toward Stuart, yet as he stepped two steps, Stuart began to slowly get up, raising what felt like hundreds of feet above Murdoc, this was the first time he had actually seen how tall the young man was, and god he was. At the same speed he got up, Stuart turned to face Murdoc, both his eyes now blackened. Stu had a blank stare across his face as his posture seemed to contort downwards, his arms reaching the tops of his thighs and his legs stretching miles. 

Murdoc gaped in awe. He looked incredible, unbelievable, ethereal. He could’ve been almighty Satan if Murdoc hadn’t personally seen the being. To Murdoc, Stuart looked like a god. He was tall, pretty and had blue spikey hair, and now, what looked like 2 missing eyeballs. Murdoc knew immediately. This was his singer, his frontman. The universe (in Satan's weird weird way) had a plan all along, and here Murdoc was rewarded. His eyes glistened as his gaping mouth lifted into a menacing smirk, he rushed over to Stuart, dragging him back to the car to take him back home before any people could alert the authorities of what he had done and get him into more debt.

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Back at the house, Murdoc put Stuart to the test. All the way there, he was bragging about his ability to play anything on the keyboard, and to pick up the notes quickly. Murdoc pulled out the dusty old thing sat at the back of his wardrobe and forced Stuart to play. Nervously, he put his fingers on the keyboard, brushing them over. There was an awkward silence and tension in the air before Murdoc grumbled.

“So, you like to lie, eh?” He mumbled, Stuart looked over, shaking his head quickly.

“Jus’, not sure what to play…” Stuart’s accent thick with anxiety, he looked back at his hands; trembling. He thought for a moment, thinking deep into his brain and trying to remember what he used to play, until Murdoc smacked a score in front of him. It was something Murdoc had written a while ago, something he had conjured up to get his father’s attention. Not that it did ever work. Stuart stared back at Murdoc, before the older man gave an urging look paired with a wave of his hand. Stu sucked in a big breath, carefully and repeatedly pressing on one key before playing the whole sheet of music. Murdoc bopped his head along with each note, cringing at a few off notes now and then. When the music was complete, the room was silent, the only noise coming from a fan in the corner of the room. Murdoc chewed on his thumb nail while he thought.

“How good are you wiv’ lyrics?” He questioned, standing up out of his seat and folding his arms. Stuart cocked his head side to side with a wobbly hand gesture. Murdoc nodded for a second, turning around. “Sing something.”

Murdoc tested Stuart for hours, making sure that he was indeed the perfect fit for the band. After a long time of singing, keyboard playing and bass playing. Murdoc chuckled to himself, making Stuart stare at him concerningly.

“Y’know, i ‘fink i’ll call you..” Murdoc walked slightly closer to the younger man, looking up as Stuart towered over him, “Two-D.”