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I will always think about you.

In Memory of

Murdoc Alphonce Niccals

(June 6, 1966 — August 31, 2018)

Founder of Gorillaz, bass player, God, Satinist, jailbird, old pickle, goblin, Prisoner #24602, skirt-stealer, asshole

💚Friend💚

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Okay so tomorrow is genuinely scaring me. Could I get a hug?

Oh no! What’s tomorrow? And you may absolutely have a hug!! 💙💙

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Jamie Hewlett

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s/o to aces with libido

s/o to aces with kinks

s/o to aces with fantasies

s/o to aces who experience sensual attraction

s/o to aces who like to be sensually intimate with their partners

s/o to aces who like to be sexually intimate with their partners

s/o to aces who aren’t “perfect” asexuals, you are still valid and you are all ace af

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reblog if your blog is bisexual positive

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PPAP Murdoc

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I think I’m real. 

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I’ve been waiting to write this bye lol: a really short 2doc fanfic of what I want to happen

2D is god (part 1)

Today is the day. The very last day of the Demon Dayz concert, and Murdoc Faust Niccals has just been released from that dreaded place of a hell hole that he stayed in for months. Murdoc kicked a small rock as he walked with his hands in his pockets. He was walking in a park just nearby where he had been released. He got his clothes back, Cuban heels clicking against the cement of the walkway.

His mind was running wild. Many thoughts were making his shoulders tense up. “What would the band think now? They don’t bloody care… they didn’t care enough to try and bust me out. Noodle… she’ll be so mad… Russel… I’ll be lucky if he even speaks to me again…

The green man stopped at the street and looked up. There was a giant sign. It had flashing blue lights. He looked up at the giant screen. It has him. The beautiful blue-haired angle that Murdoc created.

And 2D… what in the hell would 2D think…

The screen instantly flashed and said in big bold black letters, “DEMON DAYZ CONCERT” it flashed to another screen. “THE FINAL. TONIGHT AT 9:00”

Murdoc stopped and stared at the screen.

“I’ve gotta go see them. I have to see 2d…” Murdoc managed. The word “2d” almost made him choke on his breath by just saying it. He never admitted it, but he missed the singer terribly. His heart was aching continuously the more he kept it secret. He had small feelings for the other man, but after plastic beach… they started to turn into something he could no longer ignore. Sure they would have a quick fuck here and then, but it meant nothing as of a relationship. But when Murdoc got the chance, he would caress the singers face as he made love to him. Stopping Murdocs sudden movements, running his fingers over the singers cheek making 2d open his eyes and say, “why did you stop Murdoc?”

Murdoc shook those thoughts away from his head. He can’t be in love. Murdoc can’t handle love. Or even worse, feelings. There’s one thing that scares Murdoc more than anything, and that’s handling his own feelings. He could never tell 2d. 2d would not feel the same way, even be disgusted by Murdoc’s true feelings. That’s why Murdoc thought it was better to just keep it to himself.

The sun started fall across the horizon. The big city clock struck. It must’ve been close to 7:00. Murdoc’s eyes became heavy. He was physically and emotionally exhausted. “Maybe I’ll just… close my eyes for a few minutes..” he grunted. As he drifted off into a sleep, all he could see was blue hair. Blurry blue features made out a handsome face.

Murdoc tried to adjust his eyes better to see the figure. It reached its long, lengthy arms and wrapped them around Murdoc’s neck. It pulled itself closer and placed kisses all along Murdoc’s forehead. Murdoc loved the feeling and felt like he was in space with an angel who just rescued him from his hell.

“Murdoc you have to wake up…” it whispered in his ear. “Huh…” Murdoc tried to shrug the 2d-like angel’s whispers off. “Murdoc.. you have to wake up.” It repeated “Murdoc… wake up.”

Murdoc jolted his head forward and heard the loud ringing of the clock once again. It was now nighttime. The park was completely empty. Murdoc looked up at the big clock. “Sweet Satan!! It’s 10:30?! I missed the fucking concert!!” Murdoc started to freak out a little. His dream of the blue-haired angel must have put him in such a deep sleep that he slept for hours. “Wait I can make it. I can still make it for the finale, right?!” He told himself. “It’s just a few blocks I can make it!!”

Murdoc ran and ran, not stopping for anything even when he felt like he was running out of breath. He reached his destination. Flashing lights and sweating, screaming fans were everywhere, but Murdoc couldn’t see the stage from so far away. It was located in the Central Park. Murdoc pushed fans out of the way, getting grunts and sassy comebacks. Murdoc could care less, all he needed to see was that beautiful blue-haired angel after all this time…

And all of a sudden, Murdoc pushed his way up into the front. He looked up. There they are! Russel, and Noodle!! They were playing their instruments and laughing. Murdoc recognized his old mate Ace, strumming his bass, laughing at something noodle must’ve said on stage that he could not hear.

And then he heard it. The beautiful noise that must’ve heard somewhere in a place like heaven, but Satan forgive Murdoc think about something like that. Lights rained down on the singer like they were attracted to him as he walked down the stage, and hummed a sweet, soundly melody. The fans were going totally crazy over this!! And Murdoc swore that he could relate every level possible.

“And now…” the singers eyes were closed as he walked closer to the edge of the stage. “I’d like to dedicate this moment to someone who has been missed truly by most of you fans…” the rest of the Lights suddenly went out and one green light shined down on Murdoc and one blue light on 2d. “Welcome home Murdoc Niccals.” Murdocs heart skipped a beat. Fans were cheering but something just blurred out all of this. Murdoc looked up at the gorgeous singer again. His eyes still closed. Usually Murdoc would’ve expected this behavior from the clueless singer but… something seemed really off about this.. about 2d.

“And now” 2d silenced the crowd instantly. “A song just for you. It’s been a long time Murdoc.” 2d grabbed the microphone. He opened his eyes, but they were not the beautiful black obsidian that Murdoc expected to see. They were swirled with red. “But this is my band now.”

(END NOTE: ok yea I found this in my drafts and I wrote it along time ago? Idk if anyone wanted to see it but gosh this is such a blur)

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THIS NSFW Y'ALL BUT ANYWAYS IT'S 2DOC AND I'M A FANGIRLING AROACE

self-indulgent

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If you like 2doc literally be my fucking friend I don’t care who you are we are friends

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Idea inspired by this drawing by @giovanna-vh

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!do not repost my art!

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Anti anxiety.

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Based on @2dseyebrows‘ lovely post that got me sleepless at night

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Fresh outta aro puns right now, but have this. You don’t hug asexuals, you embrACE them!

ACE PUNS ARE EQUALLY VALID AND APPRECIATED, ESP HIGH QUALITY ONE LIKE THAT

god someone should draw that blease

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an aro/arospec psa