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“   err      ...      sorry   ,      d'you   f'ink   you   could   repeat   tha'   ?   ”

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@isgcd​   sent   :    💬

2D's   been   quiet   for   a   while   now.      a   contemplative   frown   toys   at   his   features   as   he   stares   down   into   the   amber   liquid   of   his   long   island   iced   tea   ,      barely   touched   in   the   time   they've   been   sitting   at   the   pub.      a   thick   ring   of   condensation   gathers   on   the   table.      murdoc   hasn't   noticed   the   singer's   silence   ,      of   course   ,      entirely   too   enthralled   with   chatting   up   his   current   prospect.      2D's   not   sure   why   it's   getting   under   his   skin   so   much.      ──────      he   isn't   paying   attention   when   the   stranger   slips   away   ,      a   promise   upon   their   lips   that   they'll   be   back   for   murdoc   shortly   ,      but   he   certainly   clues   in   when   the   bassist   is   swinging   back   around   in   his   stool   to   bark   another   drink   order   at   the   barman.      blue   head   picks   up   slightly   to   glance   over   at   the   other      ;      the   question   plaguing   his   mind   is   tumbling   from   his   lips   before   he   can   stop   it.         “   how   d'you   decide   who   you   wanna   hook   up   with   ?   ”                                                    

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@isgcd    sent    :    [ CUDDLE ] for the taller muse to the big spoon. 

    murdoc’s   sleeping   in   2D’s   room   again.      it   seems   to   have   become   a   bit   of   a   habit   at   this   point      ;      2D   will   be   curled   up   ,      quivering   under   his   covers   ,      blinds   drawn   tight   to   shroud   the   dark   ocean   and   hide   the   massive   beast   lurking   beyond   the   windowpanes.      he’ll   hear   the   drunken   ,      stumbling   footsteps   making   their   way   down   the   hall   until   the   door   is   swinging   open   to   reveal      ──────      who   else   ?      ──────      murdoc.      it   actually   rather   pissed   him   off   at   first.      all   he   asked   for   was   a   few   hours   of   peace      …      but   it   can   get   rather   lonely   all   the   way   down   in   his   cell   bedroom   ,      just   him   and   the   looming   presence   of   the   whale   to   keep   him   company.      he   hasn’t   been   sleeping   right   since   his   arrival   on   point   nemo      ──────      except   for   the   nights   that   the   two   are   crowded   together   ,      trying   to   fit   in   the   tiny   twin   bed   he’s   been   given.      it’s   barely   enough   for   all   six   foot   two   of   2D   ,      let   alone   the   two   men   ,      but   the   warmth   of   murdoc’s   body   and   the   presence   of   another   person      ──────      not   a   whale   or   a   cyborg   or   whatever   the   bassist   becomes   during   the   day      ──────      lulls   him   to   more   restful   sleep   than   a   king   -   sized   mattress   ever   could.      his   eyes   are   beginning   to   feel   heavy   when   he   feels   the   other   body   shift   ,      turning   around   to   lay   facing   away   from   2D   ,      towards   the   covered   window.      another   reason   why   he   hasn’t   found   it   in   himself   to   complain   about   the   bassist’s   unannounced   visits      ;      he   lays   on   the   outer   side   of   the   bed   ,      acting   as   a   shield   between   the   singer   and   the   horrors   that   lurk   beyond   the   window.      does   he   do   that   on   purpose   ?      2D   doesn’t   know   ,      probably   won’t   ever   find   out   ,      but   he   likes   to   think   there’s   a   part   of   murdoc      ──────      however   small   and   deeply   buried   it   may   be      ──────      that   still   cares.      muddled   gaze   lands   upon   bassist   ,      watching   as   his   chest   rises   and   falls   with   each   breath   ,      face   blank   and   nearly   content.      it’s   rare   to   see   him   so   calm   these   days   ,      as   unrestful   and   furious   as   the   sea   surrounding   them.      2D   finds   it   too   easy   to   forget   how   beautiful   the   bassist   can   be   like   this.      broken   ,      cruel   ,      but   beautiful.      brows   furrow   at   the   realization   ,      taken   aback   by   its   profundity   ,      before   he’s   shifting   his   body   too   ,      turning   to   face   the   other.      chest   pressed   against   murdoc’s   back   as   an   arm   snakes   its   way   around   his   waist   ,      forehead   resting   against   his   nape   ,      2D   settles   in   beside   the   man   more   comfortably.                                                

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@isgcd​    liked    !

“    i'm    jus'    goin'    out.        ──────        oh    ,        don't    give    me    tha'    look    ,        murdoc.        i'm    goin'    to    the    club    ,        s'that    what    you    wanna    hear    ?    ”               

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@stabhearts    liked    !

“    i    told    you        ──────        i'll    tell    you    everyf'ing    you    wanna    know.    ”

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@corruptiad​   for   mr   copular   <3

“   hang   on   ,      hang   on   ,      stop.      ──────      ace   ,      you   missed   the   soddin'   note   again   !   ”         impatient   sneer   curls   on   2D's   face   as   he   turns   his   head   to   the   new   bassist   ,     the   music   coming   to   an   ugly   cessation   around   them.      he's   lost   count   of   how   many   takes   they've   had   to   do   so   far   ,      and   it   isn't   even   entirely   ace's   fault      (   he's   had   his   fair   share   of   vocal   tremors   since   they'd   started   working   on   fire   flies   ,      too   ,      though   he   won't   be   caught   dead   admitting   to   it   )   ,      but   2D   directs   his   frustrations   at   the   bassist   anyway.         funny   how   the   tables   turn   ,      eh   ?         “   c'mon   ,      mate.      we're   workin'   this   bloody   song   until   it's   perfect.      ──────      now   let's   go   again   from   the   top.   ”                            

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fluff   for   @endurehell​   <3

“   i've   gotta   get   to   practice   ,   ”         2D   mumbles   against   the   warm   skin   of   tabi's   chest   ,      face   buried   and   voice   muffled.      he   says   this   ,      and   then   makes   absolutely   no   effort   to   move   from   his   criminally   comfortable   spot   in   the   other's   bed.      murdoc   will   probably   kill   him   if   he's   late   again   ,      and   he's   sure   russ   and   noodle   have   no   interest   in   waiting   around   for   the   singer   to   show   his   face   ,      but   a   wildly   selfish   part   of   him   doesn't   care.      his   visits   to   tabi's   have   become   more   and   more   often   in   the   recent   months   ,      and   yet   it   still   never   feels   like   enough.      he   itches   for   tabi's   presence   like   he   itches   for   nicotine   ,      for   his   pills.      yet   another   addiction   to   add   to   2D's   ever   -   growing   list.      and   just   like   the   rest   of   them   ,      2D   likes   it   far   too   much   to   give   it   up.      he   picks   his   head   up   lazily   to   look   up   at   the   other's   peaceful   visage   ,      face   heating   when   he   meets   tabi's   gaze.      hang   on   ,      has   he   been   staring   ?      a   bashful   smile   follows   as   he   leans   in   to   press   a   quick   kiss   to   the   other's   lips.         “   drive   me   ?   ”

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grabs his hands in hers, swinging them playfully. after a moment, she giggles melodically, hopping up on her toes to kiss his cheek. " happy birthday dear stu !! i am so happy i get to have you in my life, you just make everything -- !!! so much brighter and fun. i was hoping you would come over, because i made you a cake, but you probably have like, a million plans so it is okay if you cannot come tonight. i would have brought it here, but um. it ended up being a lot heavier than i expected and my arms are not very strong, and -- "

“   you   remembered   !   ”         he   shouldn't   be   so   surprised   ,      though.      if   there's   one   thing   that   2D   adores   about   maddie   ,      it's   her   unwavering   kindness   ,      the   selflessness   that   seems   to   fuel   her   every   action.         “   you   didn't   'ave   t'do   all   tha'   ,      y'know.      i'd   be   happy   jus'   stayin'   in   an'   hangin'   out   wiv'   you.   ”         she   didn't   have   to   ,      but   she   did.      of   course   she   did.      he   should   have   expected   some   sort   of   grand   gesture   from   her.      a   permanent   grin   etched   into   the   porcelain   of   his   face   ,      2D   curls   an   arm   around   maddie's   shoulders   and   returns   the   kiss   on   the   cheek   with   his   own   quick   smooch   atop   silky   hair.         “   i   haven't   got   any   plans   'cept   for   going   back   to   yours   an'   eating   my   weight   in   cake.      ──────       oh   !      an'   d'you   wanna   watch   a   movie   ?      i've   got   loads   of   horror   dvds   i   can   bring   over.   ”                                

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@firstguitarist​    gets    a    starter    just    because    <3

“    so    he's    talkin'    about    startin'    up    a    band    ,        yeah    ?        an'    he    says    he    needs    a    singer    ,        an'    that    i've    got    the    look    he's    goin'    for    or    summat    like    tha'    ,        'cos    of    my    mashed    up    eyes    an'    all    ,        an'    cos    i    can    play    the    keys.        turns    out    i'm    an    asset    ,        dunno.        but    he    needs    a    guitarist    too    ,        an'    ,        well        ...        you're    the    best    one    i    know    ,        so    i    thought        ──────        fuck    it    ,        right    ?        so        ...        what    d'you    f'ink    ,        love    ?        would    you    join    up    ?    ”

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@firstguitarist​    sent    :    ( 😩 ) a worried text

[    text:    paula    :)    ]        hey    ,        where    are    you    ?        i    haven't    seen    you    round    kong    in    days    and    murdoc's    losing    his    mind    about    writing    the    album

[    text:    paula    :)    ]        i    just    want    to    make    sure    everything's    alright    is    all.        let    me    know    when    you've    got    these    texts    ?

[    text:    paula    :)    ]        i    miss    you

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@celestieu​    liked    !

“    so    ,        like    ,        can    you    move    stuff    with    your    mind    ,        then    ?        like    jean    grey    ?    ”

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@bundledmisery    liked    !

“    aw    ,        c'mon        ...        jus'    five    more    minutes    ,        love.        you're    never    late.    ”

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@isgcd    sent    :    ( 🤬 ) a pissed off text 

[    text:    murdoc    ]        alright   .

[    text:    murdoc    ]        i    don't    know    what    you've    done    with    my    pills    ,        but    if    you    don't    tell    me    where    they    are    RIGHT    NOW    then    i'm    goign    to    smash    every    single    bottle    of    liquor    i    find    in    kong.

[    text:    murdoc    ]        murdoc    ?????    i’m    serious.

[    text:    murdoc    ]        MURDOC.    WHERE    ARE    THEY

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@isgcd    liked    <3

   ❝    hang    on    ,        what'd    you    say    this    one    was    called    again    ?    ❞            crooked    teeth    gnaw    on    the    blunt    end    of    his    pencil    ,        bruised    eyes    squinting    at    the    messy    pages    of    lyrics    in    front    of    him.            ❝    clint    eastwood    ,        yeah    ?        how    come    ?    ❞                              

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mistletoe + accidental PPLLSSSSSS

@isgcd        |        kiss    2D    under    the    mistletoe    !

the    festivities    are    in    full    swing    here    at    kong    studios    !        the    band's    cluttered    home    has    been    transformed    ,        one    string    of    sparkly    garland    at    a    time.        of    course    ,        it    had    been    mostly    2D's    idea    to    decorate    the    studio    for    christmas    ,        recounting    fond    memories    of    hanging    ornaments    on    the    tree    and    spreading    fake    snow    about    with    his    parents    as    a    kid.        his    suggestion    had    been    met    with    the    expected    grumbling    from    murdoc    and    russ            (        mostly    murdoc    ,        mind    you        )        ,        but    the    way    noodle's    eyes    lit    up    at    the    box    of    brand    new    decorations    in    2D's    hands    had    swayed    them    all.        and    so    ,        here    they    are        :        an    old    christmas    album    2D    had    found    in    his    collection    playing    from    the    turntable    ,        noodle    sitting    on    russ's    shoulders    as    she    places    the    star    atop    their    makeshift    tree    ,        and    murdoc        ...        well    ,        2D's    not    quite    sure    where    murdoc    disappeared    off    to.        his    wandering    mind    leads    him    to    glance    down    at    the    glass    in    his    hand    ,        realizing    he's    run    out    of    egg    nog        ;        yet    another    holiday    staple    he's    adopted    from    the    pot    household.        noodle    and    russ    are    quite    preoccupied    with    hanging    bits    and    baubles    all    over    the    tree    ,        so    he    seizes    the    opportunity    to    slip    away    to    the    kitchen    for    a    refill        ──────        only    to    approach    the    entrance    at    the    exact    time    murdoc    has    decided    to    come    out    ,        his    own    glass    filled    with    egg    nog    of    a    slightly    amber    hue.        spiked    ,        of    course.        2D    made    a    point    to    pick    up    brandy    on    his    way    home    from    the    shops    solely    for    the    bassist.            ❝    oh    ,        'scuse    me    ,        muds        ───        ehh    ?    ❞            he    hadn't    noticed    how    murdoc's    eyes    found    their    way    to    the    space    above    2D's    head    ,        but    in    his    attempt    to    sneak    past    the    other    ,        he    feels    something    grazing    his    hair.        something    hanging    from    the    doorway    ,        something    small    and        ...        leafy    ?        2D    looks    up    ,        gaze    met    with    the    foresty    green    of    mistletoe.        huh    ,        he    doesn't    remember    bringing    that    home        ...        someone    must    have    hung    it    up    when    he    wasn't    looking.        it    takes    a    moment    for    the    pieces    to    fit    together    in    his    brain        ──────        himself    and    murdoc    crowded    together    in    the    doorway    ,        mistletoe    hanging    precariously    above    them        ──────        but    when    they    do    ,        his    face    heats    up    in    a    sheepish    flush.             ❝    oh.    ❞            there's    a    tense    moment    when    they're    both    standing    there    ,        unsure    of    what    to    do    ,        and    2D    takes    the    chance    to    peer    back    into    the    living    room.        russel    and    noodle    are    still    pleasantly    distracted    by    decorating    the    tree.        he's    pretty    sure    you're    supposed    to    do    that    before    the    star    ,        but    gorillaz    have    always    done    things    backwards.        relieved    ,        2D    looks    back    at    murdoc        ──────        and    before    the    bassist    can    utter    any    protests    ,        singer    leans    down    and    catches    his    lips    in    a    chaste    kiss    ,        relishing    the    sweet    taste    of    egg    nog    and    the    spice    of    brandy.        lips    slide    together    for    only    a    brief    moment    before    2D's    pulling    away    again    ,        searching    the    other's    eyes    for    a    reaction.        his    tumultuous    gaze    remains    unreadable    still.        that's    alright    ,        2D's    used    to    it.            ❝    er        ...        merry    christmas    ,        murdoc.    ❞            and    without    another    word    ,        he    turns    and    makes    his    way    into    the    kitchen    ,        intent    on    hiding    the    giddy    grin    playing    at    his    lips.                                      

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@childactress​   liked   for   a   one   liner   !

“   'ow   d'you   pick   between   all'a   them   pictures   ?      ...      they   all   look   the   same   if   you   ask   me.   ”