#Ask Uncle Murdoc

[snobgoblin]

If Ace is Murdoc's brother as you have stated you believed, that means your child is a Niccals.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SHE COMES FROM *TWO* BAD FAMILIES

[supernatural-bias]

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲

↳ summary: the day that landed your coworker in the hospital, and a car in the side of a building

↳ warnings: some blood, mentions of alcohol, some hurt but everyone turns out okay, and murdoc being murdoc

↳ notes: had a close friend that knows nothing about gorillaz beta read this, and they convinced me to post it. enjoy. reblogs and comments are more than appreciated

↳ song: da funk—daft punk

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Business at Uncle Norm’s Organ Emporium had been steady that day.

You remember it being around three in the afternoon when your shift rounded its end. The busted heater of the store rattled with a wheeze as it desperately tried to stay on, and you reveled in the momentary relief it brought you from the cold weather. Customers shuffled amongst isles lined with various vinyl’s and cd’s, occasionally approaching you at the front desk to ask a question or secure their purchase. Only one or two complained about the mold in the corners of the room this time—an overall win for the day, you mused. 

“‘Ello.”

The small shop filled with a tinkling noise as the glass door to the outside swung open. A burst of cold air came with it, and the customers nearest the entrance bundled up tighter for the moment. You just exchanged a polite look with the newest addition to the store, eager to get off your feet and go home.

Stuart Pot’s green eyes flitted to you for a moment as he offered a small smile to accompany his hello. He took a moment to breathe in the warm air of the shop, no longer disrupted by the draft he had let in, before shedding his coat and starting forward. No doubt preparing himself for the beginning of his shift.

Stuart was a man that seemed to be all legs and no brain. Most people upon meeting him assumed he was stupid, walking all over him until he said something to make them think otherwise about their actions. You yourself wouldn’t have made much of him if he hadn’t struck up a conversation one day. Now, he was one of the only people you talked to on a regular basis. Pretty sad, considering he was just your coworker, but not at all unexpected for having just moved here.

You knew he liked roller skating and wanted to be a storm chaser as a kid. You knew he had a girlfriend that played guitar, and spent his spare time painting. And after one unforgettable day when you decided to bring your lunch in, you now knew his lips ballooned up when he ate pickles.

Stuart really wasn’t a difficult guy to get along with. And while your job wasn’t bad, it was always nice to have something of a friend to complain about it with.

“Afternoon.” You settled for nodding at him as he rounded the corner of the desk, pushing yourself out of the leaning position you had been in to allow him space behind the register. “It’s a real nasty one out there, yeah?”

“Only if yew don’t have a car.” Stuart, who had insisted you call him Stu for the past year now, shrugged. In truth, it wasn’t that he didn’t have a car, just that he didn’t know how to drive it. But that wasn’t anything important you needed to know.

You nodded in agreement as he panned away from you to clock in. At that moment across the store, a customer opened the door Stuart had just come from only to have the wind outside blow it closed right in their face. They took a moment to struggle with it before stumbling outside, looking displeased as they did so.

You made a face.

On a nearby chair hung your own scarf and jacket that you’d brought for the walk home. And while your feet hurt something awful, the thin layers you had brought in preparation of the temperature made you hesitate. Clearly you hadn’t thought long enough about how cold it would get. You sighed in defeat before turning back to Stuart.

“So, how have you been?”

The blue haired man blinked at your form leaning on the counter, no doubt wondering why you weren’t heading out. With a huff of air, you tossed the formalities in favor of a more straightforward conversation.

“It’s freezing out there.” You scrunched up your nose. “I don’t want to walk all the way through town in that just to get to my flat and find out my landlord forgot to fix the heat again. At least here has some warmth.”

“True.” Stuart’s voice cracked in its familiar fashion. Ever a man of few words, he just stood awkwardly, biting at a stray fingernail or two as a nasty habit. Thankfully the silence didn’t linger long before someone shuffled up to purchase a new set of guitar picks.

“Have you heard the new album that we got last week yet?” You mused after he was done ringing the fellow up, pushing yourself off and jumping over the front desk to point at a collection of records. “I thought it was pretty good, and it sounded like one of those underground bands you like to talk about.”

Stuart immediately perked up when you started talking about music; as he always did. It shouldn’t have surprised you, really, to work at a music shop with someone that was passionate about the art form. But with the way Stuart rambled on every now and then you’d think that that’s all he ever thought about.

Nimble fingers picked up the artists cover as Stuart turned it over to the description on the back. When you hadn’t been looking, he’d abandoned his post in favor of the possibility of a new song track, moving surprisingly quiet for someone of his height.

“Homework?” Stuart parroted the title back at you as he read through the track names. “Sounds funny.”

“Lot’s of people think the same thing about you.” You grinned with teeth, unaffected by his suspicion. Stuart just looked at you owlishly, letting a small gap toothed smile show as he caught onto the joke.

“‘S nawt my fault I got an accent.” He placed the album under his arm for later, no doubt going to utilize the employee discount you and him were so generously offered. “If anyfing you’re the weird one.”

You would have responded. In fact, your lips had already opened— ready to rebuke his claim —when a horrible screeching noise stopped you.

The front of the store exploded into a brilliant shower of glass mere seconds later. Shards glittering in the grey light from outside threw themselves at you, covering the skin along your arms and face with a tingly feeling. You barely had time to process a slow trickle of something warm making its way down your face before your body reacted for you. 

A poorly carpeted floor felt the weight of your backside as you fell back, bumping your head on a nearby table in the process. Somewhere a few feet away from you, you heard high pitched groaning that sounded faintly like Stuart’s voice, and a gleeful cackle that incited a splitting headache.

Faint sirens wailed in the background as you wobbly stood to your feet. The sight before you was much different than it had been a few moments ago. Pianos and cases of speakers that you had spent the better part of last week propping up were now in pieces. Some made sparking noises as they lay in disarray. You stared at them as your vision swam, not yet aware of the yelling figures around you or of the  small pool of blood collecting at your feet.

But the biggest change by far you noticed, was the giant car sticking through the front of the shop.

At the wheel was the source of the maniacal laughing. In the three seconds it took to give him a once over, you observed more details about the driver than you could ever want in your life.

He had olive toned skin that was lined with sparse scars. His teeth were yellowed and pointed in an unnatural manner, and his hair fell just about halfway over his eyes; which when he opened them you saw were two different colors. One black, and the other a faded pink. It didn’t take long for his gaze to land on you.

“Oi! Did you bloody see that!” He shouted with glee, apparently ignorant to the chaos he had caused. “Brilliant! Bloody brilliant! Can’t even say I’m sorry about the cuts, love.”

His gravelly tone did nothing to snap your brain out of the haze it was floating in. With a far away look, you stared straight through the driver.

Later you wouldn’t remember the way his eyes widened as you mumbled something with a frown before collapsing forward on the hood of his car, fading into a restless realm of black.

You were fine.

Stuart Pot was fine. 

At least that’s what the tests said. 

Doctor after doctor had come in and out of your room with clipboards before they allowed you to even so much as get up. They’d given up on keeping you off your feet after you rolled out of bed as an act of defiance.

Everything was too white. Hospitals had always felt so artificial to you, so being stuck in one was nothing short of a nuisance. Beeping machines in your ear only proved to aggravate you further, testing your nerves. Thankfully, a nurse was sent in to discharge you, bringing news of only a few cuts they had disinfected, and some minor head trauma that should be okay as long as you kept an eye on it.

Now here you sat, just a few rooms over from the one you had just woken up in, sitting in a visitors chair next to your only friend.

Your only, catatonic, unresponsive friend.

Stuart’s hospital room was busier than yours. There were more machines, more i.v drips, and more nurse visits than yours had. It was to be expected, though. He had gotten hit with the car head on instead of just being near it, unlike you and the other spectators. The only thing keeping your stresses at bay was that his vitals were steady. 

Blue hair splayed itself all around his pillow like a halo as he lay almost peacefully. His chest was moving up and down at an even pace, the gap in his teeth making a whistling noise as he breathed. You would have felt more relieved about it all, if it wasn’t for his eye.

It was fucked. That was the simple way to put it. Completely and utterly fucked. Where a gaze of mossy green had been prior, there was now brilliant bloody red. The entirety of it had been consumed by an inky darkness, making it look like the appendage had just popped right on out of his face. You were unaware if Stuart could see you staring at him from time to time, but you figured if he could, all he would see was pain on your face. Pain, not at his appearance, but at the trauma that was sure to come from it when he woke up.

There had been a third party to visit Stuarts bed not too long ago, sporting sunglasses indoors and black lipstick, and proving to be a very useful distraction for you. You hadn’t recognized her at first until she rushed to Stuart’s bedside, clutching at his hand like it would somehow shock him back awake.

Paula Cracker was just as you remembered her; loud and unabashed. The one time she had come by the shop to pick up Stu on her way home hadn’t been particularly interesting, if the way she barely looked at you before screaming along to her radio said anything. Stuart had to assure you the next day that she didn’t mean any harm. She just wasn’t all for meeting new people. 

You had shaken your head at him and said nothing at the time.

But now, in the hospital, sitting by her boyfriend’s bed, Paula couldn’t seem to stop talking to you. She ran right into conversations like they were open doors, barely leaving any room for you to respond before barreling on. By the time she declared that she had to leave, no matter how much she apparently wished to stay, you had counted a total of ten words that you’d managed to get in. You offered her a short goodbye to match. She didn’t seem to notice.

You settled into a morose silence after that. Nurses stopped coming in, and you stopped waiting for something, anything at all, to happen. It was beginning to set in that Stu had been, to out it bluntly, run over, and wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon.

You had just begun to wonder if you should head home when the door knob to the room rattled, and opened harshly.

“Well this is bloody brilliant.”

The door to the hospital room, which you could have sworn Paula had just walked out of, swung open in a wide berth to reveal the very person that landed you in the hospital.

A quick glance at the clock let you know that Paula had been gone for almost two hours, leaving you to sit by yourself as Stu stayed put. 

“What are you doing here.” Your mouth moved before you could stop it, sentence slipping past your lips in a weak attempt to make sense of this unsettlingly human being.

He looked the very same as he had the last time the two of you met. Just this time with an upside down cross for a necklace, and less blood on his hands. Literally.

The stranger made his way over to you, flopping down in a visitor chair and lighting a cigarette with one very dented lighter. He smiled cruelly at you, showing off a familiar row of teeth. They were as pointed as you remembered.

“Charity.” He tacked on a weird laugh at the end through the stick in his mouth. Two fingers lifted to his lips to remove the cigarette, a thick plume of smoke coming with it. He blew it in your face, and if you hadn’t been so lost in thought, you might have hit him for it.

“You don’t seem the charitable type.” Once again, your words were getting ahead of you. But he didn’t seem to be offended at all. Rather, the man gave a bone chilling laugh that was ended with another drag of his fag.

“Court mandated.” He continued with a smirk.

“They already had you tried?”

“What can I say? The law works fast when it comes to Murdoc Niccals.” He shrugged, once again with that strange laugh of his that accompanied nearly everything he said.

You simply eyed him with a tired sort of caution, drinking in the new information like it could kill you at any second.

“What? Not going to share your name with me?” Murdoc sneered. “It’s only polite.”

“When it comes to you, I have a feeling manners don’t really apply.” You grumbled, but ended up sharing your name all the same. Murdoc nodded slowly in response. You saw his eyes flick you up and down a couple times— something that made you clench a fist —before they found their way over to Stu’s bed.

“Hafta take care of him for ten hours.” He continued to explain without a hint of regret for the individual. “Apparently knocking some scrub in the noggin’ is a crime.”

“I wonder why.” You responded dryly, scratching at the bottom of your right eye without thinking about it.

“Wish I’d hit someone better looking with my car.” Murdoc laughed with a not so subtle look to you. “Wouldn’t mind taking care of ‘em for a few hours.”

“You just crashed a car into the front of a building and nearly killed someone. I don’t think I’d trust you with as much as a dead fish, much less Stuart.” You crinkled your nose. ‘Or me,’ your brain silently added.

“Not much you or I can do ‘bout it now, love.” He took another smoke to punctuate his sentence. It left you with furrowed brows and downturned lips. Murdoc snickered at your expression.

“I mean, it wouldn’t that be hard to watch you.” 

“Didn’t know you were into that.” The man sported a shark’s grin, only dropping it when you made a fake vomiting noise.

“God no. I meant watch you while you take care of Stu. Make sure you don’t do anything to him.” 

“I’m hurt you think I’d do anything unethical to Steve.” He scoffed.

“Stuart.”

“Same thing.” He shrugged. You didn’t bother to correct him.

The two of you delved into an awkward pause that was timed by the ticking of the nearby wall clock. While you were busy thinking about what exactly you had just offered yourself up for, you could tell Murdoc was growing bored. You fell back on bouncing your leg as you analyzed him, the bottom half of your body attempting to get out all of the nervous energy you had been bottling up.

“Well—" Murdoc flicked a bit of ash off the butt of his cigarette, putting it out against the armrest of his chair. “—this was a joy, yeah? Let’s never do it again.”

You couldn’t help but mumble an agreement in his direction. He stood up with a twist of his back, letting out a satisfied sigh as it cracked.

“Guess I’ll see you soon, love.” Murdoc chuckled darkly while heading for the door. One leather clad boot was out the exit before he paused, necklace bouncing against his chest as he turned to look at you.

“Say. You don’t play any instruments, do you?” His eyes held an unreadable emotion.

“Uh, I dabble. Stu is more of the music guy than me.” You responded. “Why?”

But he was already gone, leaving you to wonder if he had never been there. But the ash on the chair next to you and the faint smell of booze in the air told you otherwise.

You let your head fall into the embrace of your hands as you groaned, massaging at your temples in an attempt to quell the pounding in your head.

“What have I gotten myself into.”

[stellarcorpse01]

┆MELODY NICCALS!

How they asked: A little more info about the girl💗

Summary of her origin;; She was born during Plastic Beach when his parents were trying to take their relationship and a possible end of the band seriously. But you and I know that a whale (plus Murdoc's selfish decision) is what separated them. When Stuart was rescued by an old friend of Murdoc's in Mexico, he ended up being a single father for over 7 years and that created an emotional distance from Murdoc. So Murdoc spent all of Humanz, The Now Now, and Song Machine trying to be a better version of himself for 2D and his daughter.

As a bonus, she didn't know Murdoc was her father! (Melodie thought he was an uncle or just a friend of Stuart's imao silly girl) Basically she witnessed a failed romance trying to recover (fortunately it did happen and her parents are happily married).

This is a stupid AU I came up with one afternoon at the beach. Rebuilding a LOT of Gorillaz lore. So sorry if there's a little OOC out there.

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask.

Old drawings.

[me-and-mycrushes]

Hey there, feller!

Do you ever wondered what'll happen if all your fictional crushes can interact with eachother? Who would be best friends? Who would be sworn enemies? And why were they all brought together by some magical teenage-like fantasy?

Well this is a blog about my fictional crushes and YOU can ask them all about it!

Welcome to Me&MyCrushes!

Attendance!

1. Super Mario

2. Pac-man

3. Pink panther

4. Sonic

5. El Tigre

6. Bill cipher

7. Ink Demon

8. The devil (cuphead)

9. Tord

10. Colin

11. Pennywise

12. Spinel

13. Alastor

14. Inosuke

̶15. Bakugo

16. Lord wonder (woy au)

17. Freddy krueger

18. The Grinch (2018)

19. Ronald McDonald

20. The Onceler

21. Spy (tf2)

22. Harley quinn

23. Count Olaf

24. Ercole Visconti

25. Spamton

26. Dio Brando

27. Sun/moon (FNaF:SB)

28. Murdoc Niccols

29. Clopin trouillefou

30. King Candy

31. Mortimer mouse

32. Mad Hatter (1951)

33. Dr. Livesey (USSR Vers)

34. Bob Velseb

35. The Narrator (TSP)

36. Denzel Crocker

37. Uncle Samsonite

[nelyoslegalteam]

please tell me about your dnd campaign, stranger

hi hi hi hi hi hi hi do you have any idea how happy i am to get this ask. you have activated my trap card this is going to be SO long i am sorry in advance but The People Need To Know About My D&D Campaign.

so we’re playing in Adventures in Middle Earth, which is. supposedly a Tolkienverse-specific 5e mod but frankly it’s robust enough to fully count as its own system if you ask me. like it has its own guidebooks, character sheets, premade adventures, and features mechanics that 5e just straight up doesn’t have. it’s like if 5e were actually good. anyway. may i present to you:

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ The Mirkwood Campaign ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

so what, exactly, happened in the intervening years between the events of the Hobbit and LOTR? we did, BAYBEEEEEE!!

we are:

Murdoc, a hobbitish warden (adventures in middle earth’s version of a bard), played by yours truly!! raised in the shire and eventually moved out to the middle of mirkwood by an eccentric uncle who idolizes bilbo baggins, murdoc is the heir apparent to the brandybuck family inn. unfortunately for murdoc, he has developed extremely nasty prophetic dreams and is now burdened with the ability to see the future! a skill that has definitely left him with a very normal relationship to his new day job of Being An Adventurer!! i am unhinged and have uh. Talked About Him A LOT If You Care To Read This, but he is full of murderous rage and also tea and loves his friends very much. he also, more recently, surrendered himself as bait to the great werewolf plaguing mirkwood, trusting completely that his friends would come and save him. he was right. they did. and he lost his right hand in the process. :)

Ríros, an elven warrior (aime version of a fighter), played by @jaz-the-bard. tall, buff, sunshiny, and an absolute himbo. ALSO loves his friends VERY much and this is KEY. unfortunately for ríros, he is a redhead, and that does cause problems in a world where maedhros feänorion once existed. (stranger, i am so sorry if you are not one of my silmarillion regulars and did not know what you were getting into by asking me, a silmarillion blog, to tell you about my d&d campaign, and now have no idea who or what the fuck i am talking about). ríros is notably not maedhros though! he isn't even noldorin!! maedhros is a ghost who lives in his sword (and who is also played by jaz)! and who also maybe kind of accidentally possessed him one time, if you wanna read this here for a better explanation of ríros mostly but also all of the above.

The Bearer, a human slayer (aime barbarian), played by @thymo-leonta. grumpy old man. unwilling father to all these young and stupid adventurers he’s been stuck with. are they all adults? yeah sure. they’re still Children. we are making him go grey. also full of murderous rage. looks like he's running from his perfectly normal, happy, loving family. is actually acutely aware of the fact that he has been doomed to die. killed the werewolf that took murdoc's hand. as a consequence, became the werewolf that took murdoc's hand. has two dogs, both named Dog <3

Déorwyn, a human wanderer (aime ranger), played by @shadowkat2000. resident party Horse Girl. a fellow sufferer of The Bad Prophetic Dreams^TM. because this is not quite unfortunate enough for her, déorwyn Hears Dead People. apparently our GM gives her extra secret bonus ghosts that the rest of us do not hear or know about! this being the source of her foresight makes her pretty distinct from murdoc, despite them both seemingly suffering from the same thing, in ways that i have LOTS of emotions about. her horse is named windrider and Their Bond Is Unbreakable uwu

and @potatoobsessed999, our obligatorily Extremely Ominous GM!

(we are also occasionally joined by Ioreth, a human treasure hunter (aime rogue), whose player is unfortunately not on tumblr. a founding member of the party, has earned the epithet The Feral, mostly loves to hang out in the woods by herself, look for shiny things, and cause chaos. as a beorning, she CAN astral-project herself as a bear. it rules. once got possessed by a ringwraith, probably holds the most compassion for characters who have been through similar out of any of us. is usually covered in mud.)

initially in the employ of radagast the brown, a tenure that did not last due to murdoc's insistence that saruman is evil (i mean. yeah lol.), we're a group of adventurers traveling mirkwood with the aim to defend it as sauron slowly gathers power. we are

very

successful at the Fighting And Killing Things part of this

we specialize in:

lugging unconscious bodies through the woods!

lugging DEAD bodies through the woods!

lugging EACH OTHER'S bodies through the woods!

lugging things through the woods in general!

setting things on fire (usually murdoc's fault)!

making fun of our enemies so bad they just give up!

INCLUDING the ringwraiths (shoutout to ríros)!

serving annoying politicians subpoenas!

murdering them like the one time it was totally justified we promise!

accidentally convincing the council of mirkwood that murdoc's inn is a small fiefdom!

being generally cursed (except for ríros) (he just looks that way)!

HIRE US to take care of whatever problems are happening in YOUR local cursed forest! wights? patricidal politicians? generally awful politicians? sauron? the same fucking werewolf again? it's definitely just tuesday to us!

you can count on

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ the union of murdoc ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

anyhow, jaz is absolutely wonderful and has written several fics of our party, including (but not limited to):

Cooking Contest for the Free Peoples, based on an in-game conversation about beating sauron at competitive cooking,

In Which There Are More Ghosts, which is not canon to game but is in fact Extremely Representative of the exact kind of nonsense we get up to (campaign's haunted),

A Stranger With a Friend's Face, a canon to game horror story of how ríros got slightly possessed, the party acquired maedhros, and neither murdoc nor déorwyn managed to explain the presence of the vengeful ghost residing in murdoc's scepter and bullying him in his dreams to any of the rest of the party right up until this very moment,

and this wonderful drabble from the horror arc in which we were isolated inside of a haunted longhouse. complete with party memes here.

there's more, and i am going to a.) pick on jaz to add them if they can find them, and b.) pick on my beloved friends in general to Please Help Me Infodump About our Game!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Top to Bottom, Left to Right: Murdoc, the Bearer, Déorwyn, Ríros, Ioreth]

[zombie-flesh-eaters]

HELLO AND WELCOME TO A SWITCHED AU OF GORILLAZ!!

THE SWITCHED MEMBERS OF THIS AU ARE:

RUSSEL HOBBS → MURDOC

MURDOC NICCALS → 2D

STUART “2D” POT → NOODLE

NOODLE → RUSSEL

A (very) BRIEF OVERVIEW OF THE MEMBERS:

Murdoc- Born June 6, 1966. A renowned bassist who was heavily coerced into joining the band. The first member to join. Somewhat aloof but very intelligent. He usually breaks up fights between 2D and Noodle but he sometimes gets into fights with 2D as well.

Russel- Born on June 3, 1990. He was 10 when he joined the band. He is haunted by his dead friend “Del” who people think is an imaginary friend. Plays the drums and percussion relatively well. Expelled from school, which is the only thing he knows about his past.

2D- Born May 23, 1978. He started and is the leader of the band after quitting his job working at “Uncle Norm’s Keyboard Emporium.”  He got his black eyes after getting into two separate car crashes while Murdoc was behind the wheel. (Murdoc is now no longer allowed to drive.)

NOODLE- Born October 31, 1975. A ditsy junkie who loves playing guitar. Kidnapped by 2D after getting drunk at a bar. Her hair is permanently a slight red because she fell out of a tree when a teenager. She used to live in Japan but moved to the UK when she was a teenager so her English is rough.

ASKS ARE OPEN FOR ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING

AU IS INSPIRED BY @g-switched

[dasmores237]

Throughout the phases

I’m sure if you’ve been on my account or scrolling through the oddly dead Murdoc tag on here you’ve seen my OC Marilyn so I’ve decided to explain a bit here and explain through the phases!

Marilyn was an accident to be blunt. She was a mishap between Murdoc and a prostitute in Mexico, born some time around 2002. Her mother didn’t have the funds nor the time or patience to take care of her so she decided leaving her with her biological father was a good idea so she flew all the way to the UK and left the 3 year old there in 2005 forcing him to take responsibility and take care of the thing. He was extremely opposed to this and heavily entertained the idea of putting her up for adoption but ended up siding against it last minute due to the similarities between his childhood and how he came to live with his father. He decided he wanted to be better than that man and kept her ever since.

Phase 2: When she first came to live with the group she was a introverted but polite child. She didn’t talk much and would often motion for something she wanted rather than asking. This was mostly due to the fact that she had a limited vocabulary since her mother was Hispanic and spoke a mixed verity of Spanish and English to her and she didn’t know what one to use. Thankfully Murdoc knew Spanish so he could understand and talk to her but quickly they taught her English. She opened up a bit during this time and became very comfortable around her family and never wanted to be away from them. She took a strong liking to 2D as if he were her uncle and this made Murdoc extremely jealous. She also liked Noodle a lot since she was around her age a bit more and loved Russel. She talked a lot more during this time and became very clingy and wanted to be held and carried a lot by others for comfort. This was a bit annoying on the surface to her father but deep down he found it endearing. She often had to go to sets where they were recording videos for and was in the crowd of kids for Dirty Harry and refused to go on the set for Feel Good Inc because the laugh scared her. She also was the inspiration for the title of the song El Mañana.

Phase 3: After the fiasco of El Mañana and the group splitting up, Murdoc took his daughter and set off, the two finding plastic beach and staying there. Murdoc admittedly left the 5 year old alone with Cyborg Noodle who, surprisingly, turned out to be a great babysitter, but Marilyn was still scared of her since she was afraid of robots and she wasn’t the “Real Noodle”. Murdoc returned with 2D and forced the man alone down in the basement as a sort of torture since he was afraid of whales. Marilyn adventured down there one day while Murdoc was pre-occupied and was overjoyed to see her uncle again, secretly keeping the man company any chance she got. She eventually warmed up to Cyborg Noodle but still was afraid of her and wanted her real aunt back. She was in the car during Stylo in the backseat with Cyborg and helped her dad write Melancholy Hill late one night by sleepily wandering around the room and shouting out rhymes to words he would read aloud to himself. She was overjoyed to learn Noodle was alive and was the first to hug the woman when she arrived on the island with Russel, thankful her odd little family was alive and together again and they were able to return home. However While Murdoc was in prison yet again, her mother had to come and take care of her. Her mother wasn’t the best and after staying with her for 2 years she couldn’t take it anymore and the minute she heard her dad had parole and moved in with Albarn she got in contact with him and begged him to let her stay with her father or literally anyone else. Unable to say no to such a desperate offer she went back to saying with her dad who she claimed was “Like a new person. In a good way I think.”

Phase 4: Not much happened during this time except for the haunted house which quite literally disgusted and freaked the young teen out so bad she opted to just sleep in the car despite her father’s protests. When the group returned to the car the next morning Noodle claimed Marilyn was the only one with common sense in the whole group. Marilyn said it was only because of the horror movies she and 2D watched back on Plastic Beach. During this time one of 2D’s kids asks to meet up with their dad and connect with him. 2D agrees and meets his daughter Sonia. The others are worried about the two meeting up since Murdoc and 2D had such a bad past but Marilyn and Sonia instant take to each other extremely well and become close friends, almost like family and stay in contact throughout the phases.

Phase 5: now 15, Marilyn was very moody during this time. This was around what felt like the 100th time her dad had gotten arrested and she felt upset that he had been “replaced” by Ace. She didn’t talk much to the green man or anyone for that matter and opted to just stay in her room for majority of this time. Others claimed she was a like a “more polite version of her dad” during this time. The only time to group got her to crawl out of her sad little hole was for Humility where 2D taught her how to roller skate. She eventually warmed up to Ace and considered him a friend but she still missed her dad and felt a bit betrayed and lost by the situation. Russel knew she was dealing with her own mental issues at the time and attempted to help comfort her, but it didn’t do much to help. She still appreciated it though. She begged Noodle to let her go with her to get her dad but Noodle refused because it was too dangerous and Russel had to keep her in his sight at almost all times because she tried to set off on her own twice, being as stubborn as Murdoc himself.

Phase 7: Now 18, During the time that Murdoc was rambling on about the occult, Marilyn generally thought he had lost his mind. Or was drunk. While living with her mother during her father’s arrest back in phase 4, Marilyn had taken up Christianity and refused to sway for a cult. Murdoc secretly hated the fact that her religion was literally what his hated, but never forced her or told her to stop believing in it. He felt disappointed she wouldn’t join, claiming “all cults lead to trouble in the end”, but didn’t fight her on it since everyone else was joining anyway. Murdoc wasn’t the only one who found love during this time however. Whereas Murdoc was simping for Moonflower, Marilyn met a girl who lived across the road from them who she later found out was named April. The two became friends and often while her father and family was doing cult stuff, Marilyn would go over to April’s house and hang out with her, trying to fight the fact that she was in love with this girl. Later during the Silent Running video she was with the group fighting off the others but she didn’t know how to fight, so she picked up a broken off pipe from the group and opted to beating them to death with the weapon instead. Oddly enough this worked remarkably well. Murdoc later claimed that it was most likely due to the fact that she had a lot of pent up emotions she was venting out with each swing. Or it was the softball she took as a child. Later in the Cracker Island video she was an emotional wreck for lack of a better term since Russel was out of it, Murdoc was nowhere to be seen, 2D was higher than a kite, and Noodle was constantly trying to call people to help. She didn’t cry or anything, but she sat handcuffed to a chair with a “Distraught and confused look on her face” as claim by 2D. She looked absolutely disgusted when her dad kissed and went on a date with the woman who attempted to sacrifice her uncle and didn’t talk to him for a day or two after that. Before the group left the area however, with the help of Noodle, she asked April out. She nervously dodges the questions if asked if they’re dating or not, seeming embarrassed by the situation.

GOD THAT WAS A LOTTA WRITING my lord if y’all read through that I’m glad I caught your interest! I have posts of her and art of her in my account when she’s in phase 7!! I am planning on drawing the other phases soon! I left out phase six because it wasn’t very important in the grand scheme of things lol. Let me know your opinion!! Thanks! -Izzy

[jacksope-lives]

If ur still doing kiss prompts maybe 30 or 31 for 2russ?

Your wish is my command!

31. ...as comfort

Life had settled down, at least for the time being. There’d been a plan concocted by Murdoc to get the band out of LA for a while using some fake passports, but when that had fallen through the Gorillaz found themselves, as they often did, waiting for the other shoe to drop. In the meantime at least the group decided to get more into some hobbies. Russel had returned to his taxidermy work, but he’d also decided to get really good at card games. His reasoning was simple: back when he’d worked with his uncle, he could never beat him. 

Now that Russel was much older and those days were long gone, he figured he didn’t have much to do but bide his time, and what a better way to bide said time than to pick up the pass time. Of course, that meant Russel would have to practice his skills, and considering Noodle refused to play with him, and he didn’t want to play with 2D for…other reasons, he was stuck battling against Murdoc. He was doing really well, which was actually a bad thing, considering how big of a sore loser the man was.

“You’re a bloody cheater!” Murdoc yelled as he threw his cards down on the table, seemingly quitting. Russel resented that accusation heavily, considering who it was coming from. “And Noodle’s probably fudging the score,” he added, gesturing to Noodle, who’d been observing the game and tallying wins. So far it was fifty-four for Russel and one for Murdoc.

“Come on, man, I’ve been watching you shove cards down your pants this entire game. Not mention leaning over to look at mine,” Russel explained and Murdoc simply grumbled that it was different and, short of flipping the table, simply walked off in a huff. “You sure you don’t want to play with me?” Russel asked Noodle, and she simply shook her head as she erased the board she’d been tallying on.

“Part of life is avoiding the battles you can’t win,” she assessed, and Russel took it as a compliment of his playing. At that, moment, 2D walked in the room, and suddenly Russel felt the urge to shut down the entire game. 2D, his sweet, silly, absolutely adorable boyfriend, was horrible at card games. And moreover, Russel just couldn’t bear to see him upset after a loss, even if he did his best to conceal it. Unfortunately, his plan failed, and 2D asked what he’d been dreading.

“Are you playing card games? Can I play?” he asked with an excited tone in his voice. He remembered he’d once compared 2D to a golden retriever, and he felt that comparison was apt. His soft, fluffy blue hair and wide white eyes always gave Russel the urge to ruffle his hair, and made it impossible to say no to him. So, Russel nodded, giving 2D a head pat before the other man sat down across from him. Noodle began keeping score and the game began. It went about as predictably as possible.

2D took a long time to decide what he wanted to play, and when he did, it was always something easily counter by Russel. And whenever he lost, he’d get this little frustrated look in his eyes before insisting that they play again. Eventually, Russel couldn’t take that sad frustration in his face anymore and started losing on purpose. Once that game concluded and Noodle read out the results, Russel expected 2D to be happy. Instead, he was just as upset as before.

“You shouldn’t let me win on purpose,” he assessed, and Russel quickly stuttered out a response, hoping that 2D hadn’t noticed.

“I-I didn’t-” he started before seeing that look on 2D’s face again and relenting. “I’m sorry D, I just thought it would make you feel better,” he offered and 2D shook his head, leaning across the table to plant a gentle kiss on Russel’s lips before giving him that same sweet gap-toothed grin he always did. Russel averted his eyes, embarrassed at having to be placated.

“There, now I feel much better,” 2D assessed as he touched Russel’s face, refocusing his eyes towards him. “And from the looks of it I’d say so do you,” he added, and Russel couldn’t help but chuckle at how bad he had it for his fellow bandmate. Next to them, Noodle seemed to be writing something on the board and when Russel looked, he saw that she’d erased the score and written something else.

“I think this game goes to 2D,” she concluded before getting up and leaving the two alone to kiss some more.

[bugslaststraw]

This is true and I love you, BUT! Noodle has more complicated feelings on the matter lore dump under cut thank youu:

I'm all of the opinion that the three men all consider her their daughter at least partially, but having grown up with them she has complicated the matter quite a lot. When asked about her relations to her bandmates during the Now Now, she said that quote "Russel is like an uncle, 2-D is like a brother/pet, and Murdoc I try to think about as little as possible."

Several things of note here. The "try to think about as little as possible" bit, coupled with how Russel is an "uncle" despite generally being the one most responsible for her wellbeing when she was younger (being the only one who wasn't constantly high) tells me that she does see Murdoc as her father above all. But, like, "father" as in "horrible alcoholic father who did nothing for you and whom you hate and love in equal measure." (Although he did do some things for her... notably taught her to drive... wasn't all bad-) In that sense, Russel is a bit like the brother who stepped in to sort things out when the father in question could not. An "uncle." Although he still sees himself as her dad nevertheless.

Then there's the brother/pet, of course. Of course. This one's the most interesting, because Noodle has also stated that 2-D is actually her favourite as well, in several of the Demon Days era interviews with her. In an even earlier one she says they share a "special zen bond" as well. So when she says he's like a brother-slash-pet to her, it's a little... Odd. I recall at some point post-hiatus she also referred to him as an "older/younger brother" which is also super telling.

What that means to me is that, well. Noodle has some problems. Specifically, she's grown up to be very very responsible, even from a young age. She's always trying to solve other people's problems for them, and she has been since Plastic Beach. I think she has this idea in her mind that nobody else can do it but her. And sometimes they can't. Her bandmates are a mess; only barely able to function in the regular world, and she's very competent. Sometimes I get the feeling she's essentially trying to parent her own parents, as it were. Especially 2-D, who, contrary to what might actually be the case, often gives the impression of being kind of stupid and childish; simple, you know? And he's somehow always the victim, always the one person who can't fight back whenever he gets kidnapped by Murdoc or whatever, you know? He's not a fighter (just a lover just a lover just a lover just THE SKY'S FALLIN BABY DROP THAT)

So, maybe she's taken it upon herself to protect him, because he won't do it himself. She doesn't understand why. She honestly probably doesn't understand him all that well, doesn't connect the dots on the Stockholm Syndrome and the reasons why he does what he does. To her he's her little big brother, who carries her home when she gets tired, and whom she needs to protect when her stupid dad gets really drunk.

Although I'm sure 2-D would hate all of this if he knew.

forget shipping, nothing's weirder to me than people in the gorillaz fandom trying to argue that murdoc, russel, and 2d aren't noodle's dads

they legally adopted her at 8 years old, and when you look at the early interviews they All treat her like the child she was (talking about her bedtime, trying not to swear in front of her, taking care of her, yes even murdoc).

and when they thought they lost her the band literally imploded. 2d moved to an entirely different country to try to find himself, murdoc went on a self destructive bender that ended with him secluding himself in the literal middle of the ocean (as far away from civilization as possible) and creating a cyborg replica of her, and russel threw himself off a dock (only surviving because he's a cartoon character) and literally carrying her on his back across the ocean after he found her alive.

yes The Characters don't tend to label their relationships traditionally, but they Are her parents Objectively, and it's weird to try to pretend otherwise.

[reactivatedcyborg]

Do you consider Murdoc as a father figure or more of an uncle?

:it's very hard to describe.

:i mean, he built me, and all. and then i just served as his bodyguard and did whatever he asked. i played the guitar for his songs, got him alcohol when he needed it, shot at anything considered a threat, and stayed out of the way if there was no need for me.

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:so for a while, i saw him as my boss. my commander. my superior.

:however... there were times i saw him as uncle figure, of some sorts. i'm not just a robot, i'm a clone. i do have some of noodle's memories. i remember having a bedtime, and staying up late, and watching zombie films and whatnot. it's like a childhood i never actually lived through.

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:and it didn't happen to me, and i'm not noodle. there's no reason for me to feel that way.

[askunclemurdoc]

[swan-shaped-scones]

More Cowboy Murdoc

@respect-false-iconz YEEHAW!

[supposed2bfunny]

"The cranky one turns out to be a softy" (stares at murdoc)

He’s getting old; he can’t keep pretending to be a total crank forever! 2D and Russ and Noodle and Ace know the truth...let us see your soft side, you idiot gremlin...

[thatbassistbitch]

2d got really REALLY attached to ace, which mostly formed because ace gave 2d his sunglasses, and just genuinely was considerate and nice to 2d. nothing was backhanded, he was just one authentic dude, and when he left, it broke him. it really just shattered him, and it hurt murdoc that it hurt 2d so badly. jealousy? permhaps. although, nothing happened romantic b/t them, murdoc is murdoc is murdoc. he green for a reason.

Absolutely! But ultimately he’s just happy that Ace gets to live a good, happy life. Even if it may not be with them. He’ll always be a part of the Gorillaz family now, no matter what. Murdoc is a bit jealous that Ace matters so much to 12D-3, but he feels bad about that because Ace means a lot to him as well.

[nelyoslegalteam]

Hi hello, here have an excuse to talk about murdoc harfoot-brandybuck of the easterly inn <3

jaz i love you so much you KNOW i have been waiting for someone to send me this EXACT ask. how the FUCK do i explain the character i have been playing for three years now.

so murdoc harfoot brandybuck of the easterly inn is my player character from my friend group's adventures in middle earth campaign (loving referred to as the mirkwood campaign), gmed by the absolutely wonderful @potatoobsessed999. he's very much still evolving, even as we get closer to the campaign's conclusion, as he absolutely has been over the last three years, but i will attempt to describe him, is he is my absolute favorite of my (like two) tolkien ocs, and may very well be my favorite oc of mine of all time at this point.

murdoc, as his name makes apparent, is a hobbit. he has been raised by his uncles and aunt, a family of upper-class inkeepers, as the heir apparent of the family inn. before i knew anything else about who i wanted him to be, or who he was going to become, murdoc was meant to embody the idea of home. he's creature-comfort, he's hospitality in its purest form, he's the maker of stews and the finder of comfortable places to sleep and the brewer of teas. this is the absolute core of who murdoc is: where he is is his home, and who he's with are his people, and he will do absolutely anything and everything to keep it all safe.

when murdoc was about the hobbit equivalent of a teenager, his more adventurous uncle got it into his head that he too should have a great big adventure just like his drinking buddy and idol bilbo baggins, and up and moved the family inn out of the shire and to a northern corner of mirkwood.

when murdoc was about the hobbit equivalent of, say, a human eighteen-year-old, he began to have extremely disturbing prophetic dreams.

so what do you do when you're a foresighted hobbit in the middle of a famously dangerous forest whose aforementioned foresight has every last bit of you screaming that it is now your responsibility to keep this place and everyone in it safe? you join an adventuring party, serve as an emissary of radagast the brown, have a sort of falling out with radagast the brown over realizing that his boss is evil and nobody believes you yet, adopt the ghost of actual maedhros feanorion (who is possessing your best friend's sword, as one does) as your new dad, and do a bunch of arson and protective rage murder as you develop greater and greater paranoia about whether you will be able to see coming the threats you will need to see in order to keep the people you care about alive!!!!!!

some more fun things about murdoc, in no particular order:

yes the fact that his name is Like That is on purpose. he's a pretentious piece of shit who named himself. his name is extremely reflective of the fact that he is just Like That. (also his partner is a huge nerd who got way into hobbit history around the time murdoc was picking his name and it is just as cute as it is stupid)

languages that murdoc speaks, in the order in which he learned them, include: westron, fucking spider, quenya, and sindarin. he has the most perfect most annoying feanorian accent when speaking in quenya. yes, i rolled to determine this.

(in murdoc's defense, he learned quenya because he wanted maedhros to be able to speak his first language with someone, and it was something to bond over.)

maedhros helped a very afraid and traumatized murdoc begin to interface with his foresight by acting as an anchor point for him while dreaming, to help him develop greater control over what he sees in them and to use his foresight on purpose.

murdoc did use the realization that this meant that he can see maedhros in his dreams as an immediate opportunity to hug him ;w;

murdoc's foresight cannot see nazgûl. anna, my beloved gm, has used this for effect emotional and horrific.

murdoc harfoot brandybuck of the easterly inn does in fact introduce himself to everyone he meets as "murdoc harfoot brandybuck of the easterly inn"

this resulted in murdoc being put on the entire-ass council of mirkwood because everyone assumed that this was an important title and the easterly inn must be a small fiefdom

murdoc did not correct anyone about the fact that the easterly inn is very much not a small fiefdom

murdoc has a +13 intimidation, making it his highest stat. i'm not sure what stats our gm gave to @jaz-the-bard for maedhros, but we have talked about it at some point and murdoc's is apparently higher

murdoc has a feat that lets him vanish into thin air. it's not magic or anything. he's extremely not a ringbearer. he's just That sneaky.

has a rivalry with one of The Eagles^tm. over hospitality.

fire motif fire motif fire motif

his primary weapon is an enchanted dwarven bow. he shoots flaming arrows.

lover of a good molotov cocktail to solve all his problems very fast

special interests include teas, cooking, and linguistics!! likes to research all the local plants and come up with tea brews that remind him of people or places, or pair well with certain things. came up with a brew for himself that he only shares with people he trusts and cares deeply for. i do in fact have little snippets for points at which he has shared it with each member of the party.

i did once storyboard an edgy animatic for him to the killers' jenny was a friend of mine. i am still very proud of it, and lament that i cannot animate. or do art at all.

i have been playing this character through a literal global pandemic, the completion of two entire degrees, my first adult job, and literally so much other life stuff. sometimes i think about how long i've had him for and how much he's changed, very organically, in that time, and get entirely too emotional about him tbh.

murdoc operates, i would say, from a very genuine sense of care for others, eclipsed by a rather marked lack of estel. for about the whole three years i've had him, i would say i've felt genuinely none from him, and i did not think it was there.

the last time i played him however, i did.

anyhow!!!!! this post would not be complete without this lovely art of our party - i don't know that the artist we commissioned is on tumblr, but "hey can i share this?" was met with an enthusiastic "go for it!" so!! on top is my boy, and left to right down are the bearer (@thymo-leonta), déorwyn (@shadowkat2000), ríros (@jaz-the-bard, who also plays maedhros), and ioreth (not canon ioreth jdjdndn, whose player is definitely not on tumblr).

anyhow i love my party and this game and my friends and my stupid murder arson hobbit inkeeper boy so so very much <33333

and thank you jaz for literally just giving me an opportunity to talk about him lmao, get you friends who send you asks about your ocs even though they literally know so much about your ocs >:p <33

[ufofrommarss]

What are some gorillaz headcannons?

Oh hell yeah

- 2D and Noodle have teenage girl sleepovers/spa days, where they’ll like paint nails, do each other’s hair, wear face masks, etc- and just gossip

- Noodle and Ace play Minecraft together regularly, especially since Ace moved out

- 2D has collections of little trinkets- rocks, bottle caps, pins, he’s like a little crow and keeps anything shiny

- 2D knows the secret to the perfect mascara (based on pink phantom video)

- Aside from Zombie Movies, 2D also watches Nightmare Before Christmas, Corpse Bride, Hocus Pocus, and Coraline religiously

- Murdoc sometimes steals 2D or Noodles eyeliner to make him look Extra Goth™️

- Murdoc likes to act super tough but his alarm sound is set to Miley Cyrus’ Party in the USA. He also Rickrolls everyone at every chance he gets

- Murdoc can actually bake really well, specifically various cakes, although the doesn’t do it often

- Murdoc and Ace originally were rivals, but after Murdoc got out of jail him and Ace had a brotp- in the sense of they bully each other in like a friendly, sibling way

- Russel absolutely loves Disney movies, and regularly watches them with Noodle. His favorites include Turning Red, The Little Mermaid, and The Princess and the Frog

- Russel goes to bed earliest and wakes up earliest, he likes to make breakfast for everyone

- Russ has photos of him and Del scattered around, and his phone lockscreen is one of them

- Russ likes watching fashion shows, looking at designer shoes and bags, and occasionally making his own designs when he has free time

- Russ was always the main father figure for Noodle, 2D was like an older brother, and Murdoc was the insane uncle/brother.

These are just general HCs, I have lots of others for specific situations/ locations so ask away!