#I want to hit murdoc niccals with my car

[crossfalconx5]

that fucking bassist that I hate

[spoontoof]

march 29th, 2023 9:34pm

a mask of my own face. i'd wear that!

welcome back to bro's rants, where i talk about some shitty thing that happened to me today that pissed me off so much that i decided to put it on the internet for my own petty reasons.

so basically, we were about to leave our algebra class and there was this introverted girl that thinks she is the main character was writing some weird anime quote on the chalkboard, and i felt the sudden urge to erase it. i am aware that this is wrong, but it was probably gonna be erased when we left the classroom, so i decided i wanted to do the teachers a favor (also erasing the chalkboard feels good for my sensory hahahaha). so after she was done, i went up to the board, and erased it. she saw that i did this, and instead of approaching me politely and saying, "hey, that wasn't very nice. you shouldn't have done that," her response was to forcefully grab my arm and dig her long-ass nails into it. that was painful as fuck, so when i confronted her about after she took her disgusting nails off of me, her response was, "i was hungry." haa she thinks she isn't a human. what fun!

for a little bit of context, i do somewhat know who she is. we've had conversations before, and i did not like her. she's self-centered, narcissistic, has fantasies about brutally murdering anyone who has ever insulted her (including me), watches too much anime, and is more of a satanist that fucking murdoc niccals. and if you know murdoc, you know how much he praises satan, so to hear that a girl that sits next to me praises satan more then the green guy from the gorillaz, that's a bad sign. she doesn't believe in therapy, she thinks taking to her sister every day is good enough. and she has clarified that her sister is more weird than her. either her sister is the ultimate weirdo, or she's a normie in which the girl perceives a being weird because she's not exactly like her.

and, as if things couldn't get any worse, the period immediately after that (10th period, which is the last one) was chemistry, AND we had a lab today AND we were working with acid. and of course, i just HAD to be the person to hold a test tube filled with sodium bicarbonate and acid above a bunsen burner spitting out a flame, everyone else was too much of a pussy to do it. the acid almost splashed on me. it didn't, but it almost did.

AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, i missed my fucking bus AND i almost got hit by a car walking home today. god damn, today is just not my day.

sorry for the long and negative post today. i just needed to vent about the insane kids in my fucking school.

tl;dr: demented girl thinks she's quirky because she like physically assaulting people, acid almost splashed on me, and i almost died on the street.

[peppermint2d]

How would Murdoc be on his bday? Hc or fic, your choice! <3

hi! sorry this took so long, one of the mods (lily) was a dipshit and decided to graduate school and move. just pretend it’s still murdoc’s birthday cuz it totally is

The huge, decorative, sparkly 55 on his bedroom wall did not make Murdoc's hangover any better. The huge, decorative, sparkly 55 on his bedroom wall made him get another drink. He looked at himself in the mirror. 55? Really? Sure, some things have changed. He is greener, he has a couple more eyebags, and his face is thinner, but he is still rock and roll, right? He has you at least. You make him feel young. None of this fifty-five bullshit. Murdoc looked around his room. Speaking of you, where were you?

He grumbled as he stretched, cracking his back and slumping back into his bad posture. He threw on his striped Plastic Beach shirt and some tight jeans, remembering the tiger thong in case of a celebration later that evening. He hated his birthday, but he wasn't blind to the romantic advantages of the day.

He found you in the kitchen with some wrapped gifts and a cupcake you made, an abhorrent amount of funfetti frosting on top, just the way he liked it. "Good Morning, Birthday Man!" You forced a party hat onto his greasy head.

"Ugh, love, too loud, hangover." He mumbled, licking some of the frosting off. "Mmm this is perfect babe, thank you for remembering."

You giggled and it made him smile, he did that. He made you giggle, made you happy. "Sure Mudz, it's a special day."

He suggestively licked a stripe of the frosting off of the cupcake, wiggling his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah? Wanna make me feel special, love?"

"Murdoccccc, laterrrrr. Now, we have to hit a bunch of stores for the free stuff on your birthday, plus, you're technically a senior now so extra discounts!" You joked. He knew you were joking, but, every joke has a grain of truth.

Senior discount? Him? Murdoc Faust Niccals. A senior. No way. He wasn't old. He doesn't belong in a nursing home. He wasn't a has-been. He was in a band. He escaped from prison. He made a deal with the devil!

"No." He put down the cupcake and crossed his arms.

"What do you mean no? I thought you wanted a fun, quiet day, just the two of us." You reciprocated his body language. Good, he pissed you off. "I was kidding about the free stuff. I just thought maybe we can you know, go to a nice dinner?"

"Well, I don't want to now. I want to party. Go to clubs, get wasted, and get free drinks because I'm famous not because of bloody senior discounts!" With each phrase, his volume increased.

"I thought age was supposed to come with wisdom, but uh sure. Clubbing. At 2 p.m. I'll go change while you figure out what you want to do."

Murdoc knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to drink away his hangover, get high, and dance with so many girls that he would smell like their shitty perfume for all eternity.

He wanted to not deal with you. And he wouldn't. He got in his car and left.

You reentered the kitchen wearing a skimpy outfit Murdoc gave you for your birthday, hoping that seeing you in something he chose (and showing a lot of skin) would make him feel better. But, that would require Murdoc to be present. Which he was not. Maybe he went to the bathroom? No, not in the bathrooms. In his Winnebago? Not there either. While at the Winnebago, you noticed his car was missing. God Satan damn it! Classic Murdoc. You hoped at fifty five he would finally mature, but you really should have known better. Sure, maybe mentioning the senior discount thing was a bit too much, but you hoped that maybe it would turn into some kinky "who-are-you-calling-old" fun times, not "I-will-disappear-to-prove-I-am-still-my-own-fun-person" unfun times. You sigh and leave, you know exactly where he is.

The neon lights of the Powder and Puff and Girls XXX club weren't even on, the lights seeming excessive at 3 pm since anyone who is going to the club at 3 pm probably already knows the name. Like Murdoc.

You knew he would be here since he thinks they named a drink after him: the "green guy". The bartender insists it was for some other patron, especially since he noticed it on their first visit, but according to Mudz "What other green guys are there?" Solid logic. Just ignore Ace who dragged you all there in the first place. Now the drink is probably named after him, their biggest tipper.

Being the biggest tipper also gets him the most amount of attention. Even though your eyes were still struggling to adjust to the darkness of the club, you could see five or six people huddled in a corner. And even though you eyes were not working, you could definitely smell Murdoc. You march over to where he was. What was he doing with all of these women? He better not be bothering them, they are just doing their jobs.

"Hey, heh, look all of these women want to come home with me tonight." The glint in his eyes and smug look on his face represented a hidden message. I'm still desired and you're easily replaceable, which one of us needs this relationship more?

"Fine, well, just remember to get your special clothes at the dry cleaners in the morning. See you tomorrow." You started to walk out. Fuck off, dipshit.

"You won't catch me dead at your stupid party tomorrow." He spat out.

You clenched you fists. "You mean your party." You turned around and stuck a finger at him. "Your surprise party. The party you insisted that you didn't want since you "wanted a quiet birthday" but, knowing you, I planned, because you're an attention whore!"

"I am not an attention whore!" he stands, shouting.

"Yeah, totally not. Who is causing the scene here?"

He looks around. Everyone was staring at him. "They're looking at me because I'm famous. If you were too you'd understand." He crossed his arms and looked away, he's drunk, defeated, and done.

"Sure, love. Let's go home. You can apologize to these ladies when you're sober." You grab his hand and he lets you drag him out.

The entire car ride back he begged for forgiveness, sobbing, promising he will become better.

He was still clinging to your waist as you walked into your home. You flicked on the lights and

"SURPRISE!"

The party cheered and immediately kicked into high gear. Murdoc looked at you, confused. "What... I thought..."

"A new experience for you, I'm sure. I knew that you would find out about the party for tomorrow, but not the actual party for today."

"I love you."

"I know."

"Marry me?"

"Of course." He beamed and disappeared into the crowd. You meant it wholeheartedly, even though you know he won't remember asking in the morning.

[its-not-reael]

For those of you who don’t know, I’m writing a AU fanfic about Gorillaz that you might like. It’s not like... 100.00% “accurate” or whatever, as far as canon lore is concerned, but I tried my best. I’ll be updating it soon, so give it a read, if you’re interested. :P

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Gorillaz Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Murdoc Niccals/Stuart "2D" Pot Characters: Stuart "2D" Pot, Murdoc Niccals, Noodle, Russel - Character, Paula Cracker Additional Tags: Top Murdoc Niccals, Alternate Universe, 2doc - Freeform, Murdoc is God, niccalpot, bottom 2d, Murdocx2D, Pre-Gorillaz, I Wanna Know What Love Is Summary:

Murdoc never got caught for hitting Stuart Pot with his car. He pretty much gets away with it scott-free, causing an alternate chain of events to unfold.

[our-smooty]

While The Moon Still Stands

Murdoc winced at the burning sensation in his throat as he tossed back the remainder of his rum. Moonlight glinted off the amber bottle as he turned it thoughtfully. Would Stu’s eyes be the same shade of amber right now if I hadn’t gotten in the car that day? He felt the sudden urge to watch the bottle explode into a million shards. There was no reason why he couldn’t act on that urge, of course. There was nobody outside with him. With a devilish smirk, Murdoc raised the bottle in the air. “Put that down, Murdoc. You know how Russ is about the shards you leave all over the roof.” That familiar twangy voice rang out behind him. Murdoc turned to see spiky blue hair and deep black eyes staring back at him. “I mean it. Do you really want him to have a go at you again over something stupid like this? Cuz I sure don’t wanna hear it.” 2D stepped out onto the roof, letting the door slam shut behind him. Murdoc rolled his eyes and exaggeratedly set the bottle down. “There, happy?” He snarked back, flicking his tongue out. Unimpressed as always, 2D reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. “Yeah, actually. Got a light?” 2D looked at him expectantly, two cigarettes resting between his fingers. Of course Murdoc had a light. He always had a light. He dug his fingernails into his palm, muttering as the taller man flashed a smug grin. A quick flick of the wrist and the ends of each cigarette were lit. “You’ll have to teach me how you do that someday. Makes for a neat party trick,” 2D chuckled as he relinquished one of the cigarettes. Murdoc smirked as he pressed the cig to his lips and drew in a deep breath. “Well, first you have to make your first contact with Hell,” he chuckled darkly, blowing a steady stream of smoke into the cold night air. His companion fell quiet. Murdoc turned to look at 2D, who had gone rather pale and was now staring in shock at his unsmoked cigarette. “What did you think it was, a sleight of hand?” He joked, nudging him playfully. “It’s magic, you dunce. Come on now, don’t let it go to waste.” “Did you actually sell your soul?” 2D asked suddenly, his eyes now seeming far deeper than they had earlier. Murdoc often found that he could stare into those eyes forever and still always notice something new about them. The way the light hit them, the subtle expressions they played part in, the subtle shift whenever Stuart would roll his eyes. How they would sparkle and shine with excitement, or become dull and lifeless with each barking insult Murdoc threw his way. He found that he much preferred the shine to the emptiness, and had been trying to make Stuart shine more often as of late. But now there was a solemn darkness to them, making his already black eyes darker than the abysmal void Murdoc had stared into all those years ago. He looked away, unable to face the intensity of Stuart’s gaze any longer as he leaned back against the wall and took another long drag. “Yes. I did.” The stars shone so brightly, even through the smoke that surrounded him. 2D leaned against the wall next to him and finally took a drag of his own cigarette before tilting his head thoughtfully. “Was it worth it?” Murdoc froze. “Of course. Wouldn’t have done it unless it was worth it.” He flicked the ash off the end of his cig into a nearby potted plant. Russel would kill him for it later, not that Murdoc gave a shit. “Still have it though, of course. It’s not an upfront payment, you see. More like…well, let’s just say that when I die, I know exactly where I’ll end up this time.” He grinned, staring up at the moon. “No one can change that, no matter how hard they may try. My soul’s got a brand on it, you see. Nobody fucks with Murdoc Niccals now, eh?” He turned to Stuart, who simply raised an eyebrow in confusion. “A brand? On your soul? How’s that work?” Stuart squinted at Murdoc, and Murdoc wasn’t sure if it was because Stuart was trying to stare through him into his soul or if the man simply had the beginnings of a migraine. “The eye is the window to the soul, so they say,” Murdoc replied as he winked with his left eye. Stuart paled. “…branding is like…burning, right? So how…” 2D’s eyes widened in horror. “No.” “Yep.” “No. No way. Holy shit, that-that’s awful!” 2D cried out, tossing away his half-smoked cigarette as he grabbed Murdoc’s shoulder. Murdoc frowned distastefully at the wasted source of nicotine and tried to shake off the tingling feeling in his shoulder from the other man’s touch. “Didn’t hurt like I expected it to. Well, not physically, anyway. Just sorta felt like someone tryna gouge your eye out.” He drew in the last breath from his cigarette before snuffing out the end in the poor plant to his right. “No, the real pain is actually in your soul. It’s quite a blessing that we can’t feel our souls much, you know. If the human body is fragile, then the soul is like glass.” 2D’s hand fell from Murdoc’s shoulder. “…when did you…?” “Remember the night that Noodle recorded you singing the vocals to Gravity?” 2D nodded. “Russ found you passed out on the floor in the basement, shaking like a leaf. You didn’t come out of the Winnie for a week after that.” His eyes widened in realisation. “Wait, that’s when you-“ “Yep. Satan reached through my eye into my soul and branded it. Burned like fire throughout every part of me.” Murdoc shook his head and headed for the balcony. Uneven footsteps from behind signalled that 2D was following. “…Have you ever felt your soul hurt, Stu? It’s like the worst heartache, your worst fears, everything that makes you feel like absolute shit. But that night, it was everything I’ve ever felt, all at once, crashing over me like a tsunami.” He chuckled darkly. “Of course, I deserve nothing less. That’s just a taste of what lies ahead, waiting for me at the end of it all. So you know what?” Murdoc turned to look at Stu, who was visibly biting back apologies and tears. “I’m damn sure gonna get my money’s worth before that happens.” The wind kicked up a bit, tossing about thick strands of soft blue hair. 2D stared silently at Murdoc, tears finally rolling down his cheeks. “Why did you really do it?” He whispered softly, stepping forward and gently putting his hand on Murdoc’s arm. The bassist smiled and wiped away Stuart’s tears with a thumb. “Why do you think? It was for you, dumbass. All of you.” Murdoc turned back around, leaning over the balcony. The shifting shapes in the dark caught the light at odd angles, the sheen of necrotic blood becoming nauseatingly hypnotic. “Your shitty parents sure weren’t gonna let you transition. Russel couldn’t afford therapy for the shit he’s been through. Noodle? Fuck knows what kind of shit she’s seen in her life. We have a great thing going, but it wasn’t gonna pay the bills on its own. Talent isn’t enough in this business, Stuart. We needed a nudge.” “So you sold your soul?” “So I sold my soul.” Murdoc grinned. “Wasn’t using it anyway. Besides, I was already going to hell. Might as well get something out of it, yeah?” He stood upright again and patted 2D on the back. “Don’t think about it too hard, alright? Just be glad it paid the bills and got you your T. Russel’s getting the therapy he needs, Noodle’s getting a good education. Hell, you’ve got that surgery scheduled for next month. Think that would’ve happened if I hadn’t sold my soul? You’d still be skipping meals to save up for it.” 2D grimaced and grabbed Murdoc’s hand. “You didn’t need to do that. We were fine. We would have been fine,” the man pleaded, his eyes glimmering with sadness and regret. Murdoc snorted. “Can’t undo it now.” He gave one last glance at the moon before heading for the door. “C’mon, I need a drink.” 2D tugged on his arm. “Surely there’s something we could do?” “Nope. Why would I want to? I’ve accepted my fate, and to be quite honest with you, it’s quite preferable to the alternative.” Murdoc opened the door and gestured for 2D to enter. The blue-haired man paused, nose scrunched up in confusion. “Heaven?” “No, reincarnation.” Murdoc roughly shoved 2D in ahead of him. “I’ve lived too many lives, Stu. I’m done with it. Bargaining doesn’t work. Being on my best behaviour doesn’t do shit. So maybe being on Satan’s personal torture rack will end the cycle.” “But-“ “No buts, Stu. Keep walking and don’t think about it too much, yeah? I’ve already said more than I should.” Murdoc walked past him, heading for the elevator. 2D sighed and nodded, picking up the pace so as to not be left behind. They entered the elevator together, and Murdoc pressed the button for the ground floor. He wasn’t expecting to feel a large hand slide into his, grasping tightly. A quick glance confirmed that yes, 2D was holding his hand. Neither of them said a word, nor did they look each other in the eye. “So, uh…about that drink.” “Yeah?” “Want some company?” “I’ll allow it.”

(Bleh kinda lost the point of this writing tbh, it spiralled into something else entirely. i wasn’t really sure how to end it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ tried my best tho, hope you like it

[fallling-skys-blog]

47 49 and 74 with murdoc, i love your work btw

“You’re angry with me, I know.”

(Thank you, I’m so happy that you like what I write! 49 and 74 are under the cut!)

“I can’t believe him! The nerve!” You said, fully aware of how overdramatic you sounded and not caring in the slightest.

“Yes, Murdoc is not very dating savvy. Actually that is probably because you are the only one who has put up with him for this long. To be fair, you are his first date since,” Noodle struggles to think of someone who had dated Murdoc since she’d been at Kong and fails, “many one night stands.”

“You have a point but still! It’s infuriating,” You say, pacing back and forth while Noodle sips on her milkshake.

It’d started off innocent enough. You’d been assigned to help out the band with whatever they needed as a kind of intern, which was even worse since they were on tour at the moment, and right away you’d established that you’d listen to what they needed but you wouldn’t take any shit from Murdoc or the others, especially Murdoc since he’d  made an unsavory joke in your direction within seconds of meeting you.

As soon as you’d set clear boundaries, you’d grown extremely close to the band, becoming best of friends with the teenage guitarist Noodle. You listened to what every single person in the band had to say, making you a favourite amongst them all. Eventually, Murdoc took to you and your listening skills and would tell you things that nobody in the band had even ever heard of and you’d found yourself slowly falling for the mess of a man that played bass in this odd band.

Which had lead to you, Murdoc, 2D, Russel, and Noodle all being stuck inside a small, weirdly scented taxi headed to a small diner in New York. It certainly wasn’t the night you’d imagined but it was interesting and not horrible in the least. You’d ended up having to sit on Murdoc’s lap in the back since Noodle refused to give up the passenger seat to Russel so that you could all squish together in the back and he would have room to breathe, especially since he wasn’t fond of being forced into small places with people, even the ones that he knew. She was being extremely ornery tonight for some reason and nobody really felt like arguing with her anyways so you all had come up with the seating arrangement of Russel on the left, 2D in the middle, and you on Murdoc’s lap on the right.

When you’d arrived and were free of the small car space, 2D and Russel sat themselves at booth across from each other, talking excitedly about something or another while you sat across from Murdoc, Noodle sliding in next to you.

“C’mon Noodle, why don’t you go by Russ and 2D? Sure, they’re not as entertaining as me but I’m sure they’ll get the job done,” Murdoc said and was met with Noodle rolling her eyes.

“I want a milkshake, 2D always forgets his wallet, and Russel needs a break from me today anyways. Besides, I want to watch you embarrass yourself on your date!” Noodle replied, with a devilish grin.

“Alright, alright, do what you want. It’s not like anyone in this bloody house can stop you,” He’d replied.

“And do you know why? It is because I am the greatest fighter and guitarist the world has ever seen! One day I will be even better than you Murdoc,” She said and you couldn’t help but laugh at her excitement.

“Guess she takes after you when it comes to confidence,” You joked and Murdoc had chuckled.

“Greatest role model to take after when it comes to that, not so much the other stuff,” He answers honestly and you nod.

“You’re getting better,” You say.

“You really think so love? Don’t flatter me too much or I’ll have to buy you every mediocre food item they have on the menu and I’ll be added to the list of idiot tourist names these lot pass around every night. Can you imagine? The Murdoc Niccals written off as a sap and forced to start collecting snow globes?” Murdoc says.

“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it. Snow globes might be the next baseball cards. In 2040 you might even be able to sell them for millions, you never know,” You reply.

“Or beanie babies, those are popular as well,” Noodle adds, looking up briefly from reading the menu.

“Moral of the story really’s to hoard things then isn’t it?” Murdoc asks and you smirk.

“Guess so, someone should really start writing a children’s book teaching kids about this,” You reply.

“Well it sure as hell can’t be me, I can barely talk to Noodle,” Murdoc says and Noodle laughs.

“That’s not your fault, only trained professionals and cats can talk to me and you are neither,” Noodle answers.

“I’ll have you know that many have said hearing my voice is like the sound of angel whispering the answers to all their problems and when it’s combined with my bass, it can cure them of anything,” Murdoc says and Noodle snorts.

“So the sound of dying crows mixed with your terrible playing cured them?” Noodle says.

“Can you believe this?” Murdoc asks you and you shrug.

“Your singing is objectively horrible” You reply.

“Sounds somethin’ like a dying seagull!” 2D pipes up from the seat behind you, ducking when Murdoc throws a stray fork at him and smiling triumphantly at Russel when he misses being hit.

The waitress comes at what seemed like just the right time since Noodle was practically jumping out of her skin in her seat and you were running out of quippy remarks to Murdoc and were devolving into awkwardly complimenting each other, which as adorable as it was embarrassing for the both of you.

“Can I take your order?” She asks directly to Murdoc and you can’t help but roll your eyes at her directness.

“Yes, I would like a strawberry milkshake and for you to stop lusting after my father,” Noodle says, making a gagging sign in your direction.

You learned that she only calls Murdoc her father when defending him to others or when she was trying to thwart people’s efforts to hit on him or his efforts to hit on someone else when she wanted to have a nice night without being haunted by images of Murdoc sticking his tongue down someone random person’s throat. Other than that he was just “Murdoc” or “Mr. Niccals” if she was making fun of him, usually in a voice mocking an interviewer.

Brother was reserved for 2D when she felt loving and if she was building him up to someone and she’d tell people that he was like a pet if she was annoyed with him that day. Russel was always called her uncle no matter what because he was almost always her favourite and deserved the title.

“Oh, that’s so nice to see that you take your daughter out to dinners for bonding time!” The waitress said, ignoring Noodle much to both your and Noodle’s irritation.

“It’s not that hard being a father really, just takes the right kind of time and dedication. Lots of that kind of thing, mmm,” He’d replied.

Noodle didn’t end up getting her milkshake and glared at Murdoc, purposefully only talking to you until 2D brang her one, saying that he’d heard her try and order it. She’d thanked him with a hug and smile, telling him that she wished she was at his table right now because watching Murdoc flirt with a waitress was boring and she definitely preferred talking to Russel and him much more. 

Finally, when the server had written her number on his napkin and her address with a heart you’d gotten off in a huff, Noodle following close behind saying that you two had to go to the bathroom which had led you to right now. Ranting to Noodle in the back of the restaurant about the irritating night.

“Who even writes their adress on a napkin? He could be a serial killer for all she knows. You know what, want to ride home with me? We can take our own taxi,” You offer, not feeling like dealing with anymore terrible flirting tonight.

“Yes! Our taxi will be so much better anyways, trust me, I am much more fun than the rest of the band!” She reassures you and you can’t help but smile at her confidence.

To her credit, it was an extremely fun car ride especially since the taxi driver allowed her to blast music and roll down the windows all of the way. It was the most fun car ride that you’d probably experienced so far but as soon as you got back into the house your mood soured again.

You managed to walk straight into Murdoc after Noodle had ran off to say goodnight to the band.

“I would say sorry but I think that’s your job,” You’d told him and he’d sighed.

“You’re angry with me, I know, but it wasn’t anything. I don’t know why you’re so mad, I can’t help it if the bird was all over me,” He starts and you stare back at him with an expression of disbelief.

“I’m pretty sure you were flirting back with her on what you said was supposed to be a date for the two of us,” You answer.

“What?” He laughs, “I’m guilty of leading her on a bit but the entire time you were gone I was telling her about you. She even took back her number that she gave me, never had that happen unless I was pissed drunk but that’s not the point, love. The point’s that I’m horrible at this and the next time I’ll do this sort of thing right, yeah? Anything you want and we’ll go do it.”

“Fine but if you blow your shot next time, I’ll move onto the next Satanist with a weirdly charming yet horrible personality,” You tell him and he laughs, jokingly assuring you that if he manages to ruin his chances next time that he’ll send the next sleazy bassist he sees your way.

“I don’t think I can forgive you.”

“We can start over. I’ll do anything, everything can be perfect. Just please don’t leave me.”

The band had been your kind of escape from everything in your hectic life and you’d stuck with them through everything, which was impressive considering the kinds of enemies the band managed to make thanks to Murdoc’s point blankness when it came to everything.

You’d been there when he’d slammed a door in Jimmy Manson’s face and when Murdoc had not too sneakily made out with 2D’s girlfriend in the bathroom of Kong Studios. Originally you’d met them when they’d needed a babysitter for Noodle because Russel refused to allow Noodle to follow Murdoc and Noodle to a strip joint and he needed to go on a trip to visit someone, who you’d later found out was his girlfriend that he was secretly seeing.

He didn’t want her to be involved with the band since that usually meant unfortunate accidents so Russel had been more than willing to drive out to her instead of her coming over to Kong. You’d needed a job and it seemed easy enough to take care of a eight year old for a few hours for some money that weekend, especially since Russel had asked you so kindly and you probably owed him a few favours yourself.

“Interesting place,” You commented when you’d arrived, looking around at the mansion that was likely to be a tourist destination to look for ghosts considering the shape it was in and the vibe it gave off.

“Not exactly paradise but when you’re playing in a band with Muds, you take what you can get,” Russel had shrugged as you closed the door behind you.

“Fair enough,” You responded, having no idea who he was talking about.

“Who in the hell’s this?” Murdoc has said, throwing an arm with a beer bottle over the couch so that he could turn his head to look at you.

“I’m here to take care of your kid problem and unless you know anyone else who’s dying to take the position, I’d be a little nicer,” You’d responded and Murdoc had chuckled in response.

“I like your style, don’t let old Murdoc over here order you around. Don’t worry I’ll have you begging for that later,” He’d said.

“In your dreams and my nightmares,” You’d replied before turning to Russel.

“Do I get to meet Noodle now? You said you had to get going soon and I don’t want you to have to wait longer than you have to especially with such a mysterious journey awaiting,” You teased.

“You’re right, don’t wanna delay leaving longer than I have to. Trouble is finding where she’s hiding,” Russel replied and you’d began your search for Noodle, meeting the lead singer along the way.

He seemed nice enough, a little spacey but he was definitely interesting and had plenty of weird stories and a pretty pleasant attitude which made you like him almost immediately. You’d asked him about Noodle and he told that she’d ran off with one of keyboards so she probably couldn’t have gone that far unless she dropped it along the way and in that case, could you please bring it back to him because it was one of his favourites.

You eventually found Noodle and ushered Russel out of the house since he was still nervous about leaving her alone, even if you’d be there. You couldn’t really blame him since the guy you’d met who’d been lounging on the couch, Murdoc you recalled, didn’t seem to be much of a parental figure and 2D had the personality of a little kid combined with being extremely spacey.

At first when Russel had left you alone with Noodle, you’d had some difficulty getting along, mostly due to the language barrier but after chasing her around the house for almost two hours she eventually calmed down and you two got along alright. You focused on activities that didn’t need verbal communication like games, video or board, and whatever you could think up.

Eventually she’d passed out on the table when you left to get her some water and food so you’d carried her to her room, which you silently thanked Russel for showing you earlier on when you’d been trying to find her. You’d laid her down on the bed gently and covered her up with a blanket, leaving quietly and shutting the door behind you.

The fun part was trying to find your way around the mansion to somewhere that was potentially a good place to wait for Russel to come home and where Noodle could find you if she woke up.

You found your way back to living room after a lot of trial and error of searching around the house and sat down on the couch with a sigh, tired from a night of not sleeping the day before and taking care of an overexcited eight year old.

You heard rummaging and someone yell from in the kitchen and groaned, forcing yourself to get up and go check if they were okay. You supposed that 2D and Murdoc could be back from their night out since you’d been away from the door with Noodle and the house was like a maze so it wouldn’t be too out of this world to assume that they’d come home while you were hanging out with Noodle.

“Rough night?” You asked, making your way into the kitchen when you saw Murdoc struggling to pop the cap of an alcohol bottle.

“Any night with that blubbering idiot’s a rough one. Be a good boy/girl, love and open this for me, will you?” He asked, handing you the bottle.

“Hmmm, not really sure I should do that. You seem to be a little, what’s the word, addicted to this stuff,” You replied, knowing someone codependent on drugs when you saw them.

“Well if you’re not going to help, go take care of Noodle or whatever Russel decided to pay you for. Noodle would have been fine on her own if you ask me, it’s good for the kid to learn to take care of herself,” He said, trying to grab the bottle from you.

“She’s eight,” You answered.

“Knew how to take care of myself at seven, not all that hard is it? Besides,” He finally succeeds in grabbing the bottle out of your hands, “She’s loads smarter than I was back then.”

“Fair enough but you’re not exactly the pinnacle of glowing health, are you?” You replied.

“Well you’ve got me there, haven’t you?” He chuckled, taking a swig from the bottle that he’d been struggled to open just a minute ago.

It probably would have been smarter to leave him to what you expected he did on a regular basis on his own but leaving someone alone and inebriated in this house rubbed your conscience the wrong way so you walked with him around the house. He refused your request that he should drink some water to make sure his hangover wouldn’t be as bad in the morning saying that he probably deserved the punishment of that anyways.

To be fair, once he’d dranken out of the bottle he seemed to be only slightly tipsy so he was probably a pro when it came to drinking, not that that eased your mind about the situation in the slightest. When he’d drank the entirety was really when he stopped his incessant flirting and bragging and become like any normal person with problems and in desperate need of a friend or someone they could talk to.

You learned a little bit about his rocky past, things he felt guilty about, and his terrifying childhood. You felt bad for him and couldn’t help but try and comfort him which was hard when he was slurring his words and occasionally leaning on you for support.

Eventually, you gave up on walking around the house with him and moved to sit down, Murdoc practically crumbling to the ground. Before you knew it, he was sobbing into your shoulder while you held his hand. Moving so that you could run a hand through his hair with your other hand, doing your best to comfort this mess of a man in front of you.

After some time, he ended up passed with his head in your lap and you absentmindedly played with his hair having a feeling the little bit about his past that he’d told you wasn’t anywhere near everything he’d been through.

It definitely wasn’t the night you’d expected and when Russel eventually found you, he’d apologized that you had to deal with Murdoc when he was drunk and that he’d hoped to be home before 2D and Murdoc were.

He lifted Murdoc easily off your lap and thanked you for taking care of Noodle and actually managing to get her to go to sleep which was apparently a harder task then it seemed.

After that night, a mix of curiosity and the urge to help someone you didn’t even know got the best of you and you’d found yourself offering to take care of Noodle frequently. You ignored Murdoc’s flirting and bragging when you got the chance to talk to him and when that didn’t work you countered with smart responses, enjoying your banter and after a while you’d ended making friends with him.

Friends turned to something more and before you knew it, the two of you had begun dating and gone on a plethora of adventures with one another. It wasn’t exactly a healthy relationship but it was close and he promised you that he was working to getting better and you made yourself believe him. In a way, he was but at the same time he was exactly the same as before. Nights numbing his pain in alcohol and drugs. At least he’d stopped the drugs when you’d threatened to leave if he didn’t start treating himself better.

Which ended up in you here, chatting with Noodle while walking around the set to film the El Manana video. Murdoc whispering to the people filming and whoever was in charge of the shoot, you didn’t really pay too much attention to that type of thing, you really only cared about the band members and didn’t give in to the “rock star” persona they carried with them everywhere that they’d go.

Eventually Noodle shooed you away with a hug telling you that she had to get filmed now. You’d bugged her for a few more minutes and then left to sit in between Murdoc and Russel, watching as the camera’s started rolling and Noodle swung her feet over the ledge of the floating island.

Before you knew it, anarchy had ensued and you found yourself numb, staring at the ground back in your own room weeks later and questioning if you could have fixed what had happened. You knew your boyfriend has issues and was sometimes full of cruelty but nothing of this level. Letting Noodle die? Maybe it was an accident but his shout of, “Keep filming! Make you sure you get all of this mate!” echoed in your head, making you unsure of everything.

He’d assured you that it wasn’t like that and he hadn’t gotten Noodle killed, she was fine, she had a parachute, and they’d talked about this before but it’d sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than you.

Suddenly, you shot up from the ground where you’d been sitting with your back against the wall and started packing the things that you absolutely needed into a small suitcase, making your way down the stairs. It wasn’t running away from your problems as it was getting away from what was making you miserable, you told yourself as you ran into Russ and he gave you a head nod, his tired way of saying goodbye with the small amount of energy he had.

You’d forced yourself to give him a broken hearted smile and passed 2D’s room, his sobbing hitting you in your heart and you closed his cracked open door gently so that you wouldn’t bother his mourning process.

It was your luck that you found Murdoc drinking from a bottle, empty glasses surrounding him as he looked up at you with bloodshot eyes not comprehending what was happening at first, the chemicals affecting him slowing his brain’s processing.

“Sorry,” You deadpanned, taking a step to the door before he jumped up, nearly falling in the process.

“Don’t go love, I told you, it was an accident. She’s fine, I’m telling you, Noodle’s grand. She’s out there having the time of her life, she survived! I’m sure of it, have you ever seen her? She’s was a bloody assassin for God’s sake! A little explosion wouldn’t have-” He choked on his words, stopping before trying to regain his composure again.

“We can start over. I’ll do anything, everything can be perfect. Just please don’t leave me,” He finally says, holding onto your shoulders and looking you dead in the eyes.

“I don’t think I can forgive you and, this time, I don’t know if I want to,” You tell him and he lets go of you, knowing anyone caring for him was too good to be true in the first place and that he was always going to ruin it somehow but god, he never imagined it would be because of something like this.

[agendercas]

Do you think murdoc has narcissistic personality disorder?

When I saw this in my inbox I kinda got “excited” because the other day my close friend and I were talking about Murdoc having Narcissistic Personality Disorder. So before I go any further, yes I do think Murdoc has Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Why? Well, that’s what I’m about to discuss.

Although I vaguely remembered what Narcissistic Personality Disorder entailed from my abnormal psych class, I pulled out my DSM-V and looked at the diagnostic criteria before answering this question. Let me tell you it was like looking at Murdoc’s life in a few sentences.

Diagnostic Criteria (this is taken directly from the manual)

A pervasive pattern of grandiosity (in fantasy or behavior), need for admiration, and lack of empathy, beginning by early adulthood and present in a variety of context, as indicated by five or more of the following:

Has a grandiose sense of self importance (e.g. exaggerates achievements and talents, expects to be recognized as superior with commensurate achievements).

Is preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love

Believes that he or she is “special” and unique and can be only understood by or should associate with other special or high-status people (or institutions)

Requires excessive admiration

Has a sense of entitlement (i.e., unreasonable expectations of especially favorable treatment or automatic compliance with his or her expectations).

Is interpersonally exploitative (i.e., takes advantage of others to achieve his or her own ends).

Lacks empathy: is unwilling to recognize or identify with the feelings and needs of others.

Is often envious of others or believes that other are envious of him or her

Shows arrogant, haughty, behaviors or attitudes

Now let’s give examples of Murdoc exhibiting each of these:

Has a grandiose sense of self importance (e.g. exaggerates achievements and talents, expects to be recognized as superior with commensurate achievements).

This is just Murdoc’s character in a nutshell. Most of what he says and does falls into this criteria. Here are some examples of Murdoc exhibiting a grandiose sense of his importance:

Self importance

“My first manager told me the golden rule of showbiz is to be nice to people on the way up ’cause you’ll meet them again on the way down. I punched him for saying that. Then fired him. There’s no way I’ll see him again on the way down, because a) Murdoc Niccals is a living fucking legend that will never go down...”

“Snobs look down on people, and I look down on everyone. Not in a snooty, classist way—I mean because I’m better than everyone.”

“If there’s a dream in your heart, never let anyone tell you you’ve got no talent. Get out there, embarrass yourself, and prove to the world you’ve got no talent. And then give up. ’Cause not everyone can be a genius like me.”

quotes found here

Exaggerates “achievements”

Interviewer: You need to fight Big Balls McGuinness to break out of prison. What’s going to be your battle plan?

Murdoc: We’ve already rumbled, mate. Prison lore rule one – wallop the hardest con to show the rest of the animals who’s at the top of the food chain. It wasn’t easy, mind – besides Big Balls’ oversized nuts, he’s got fists like seaside caravans. But he didn’t stand a chance against my finishing move, my version of the spinning bird kick from Streetfighter 2. What I do is, jump in the air, flip upside-down, do the splits, and then windmill kick his face into submission. Game over. (For him).

quote found here

As shown here, Murdoc lost the fight (if you can even call it that...) and he over exaggerates his failed jump kick.

Exaggerates “achievements” cont.

“First gig, I was 6 years old. Smashed out "The Wheels on the Bus". One of the most seminal gigs in pop history.”

Interviewer: Tell me about Gorillaz' first ever show. 

Murdoc: Camden Brownhouse, 1998. How did it go? Like any paradigm-shifting event, it overloaded people's synapses. They were so shell-shocked a massive riot broke out (which I predicted). The place got trashed, there were multiple casualties, and I picked up a range of STDs. Top night.

quotes found here

Superiority

“The Warden’s well happy to have me, of course – there’s already been a massive spike in crooks and murderers wanting a transfer here. I’m like the Dalai Lama in this place, every day there’s a line of faithful outside my cell waiting for a few seconds with me.”

“Murdoc Niccals doesn’t bunk up with anyone. I pretty much have my own wing. I’m like Pablo Escobar when he got banged up in his very own Playboy Mansion. I’ve got a pool table, plasma tv, chocolate fountain. I’ve even got a hot tub, although that requires a little vigilance...”

“Interviewer: How’s the food?

Murdoc: Absolute filth – for the other mugs in here. But when you’re high-profile like me, you get all the privileges. Steak, caviar, Coco Pops. And what I can’t get I have droned in over the walls...”

quotes found here

Contrary to what he says, Murdoc is an ordinary prisoner. He has a standard sized cell and he eats normal food, like ramen, as shown here:

Is preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love

Murdoc is constantly under the impression that the entire world is in love with him and anything he does will give him success. He also believes he has undying devotion and loyalty from ALL fans of Gorillaz as shown here in this interview:

“Cheers. But yeah, it’s no surprise to me that millions of people have—”

“It’s not millions,” I interrupt.

“—billions of people have come together to fight this terrible injustice!” booms Murdoc. “The masses have spoken, Murdoc shall returneth, like a glorious rocket from the heavens, a great and terrifying phallus crashing to Earth to save all humanity, and make Gorillaz great again! Plus hoover up those mini burger things at the welcome home party.”

Or in his plan to get out of prison

He genuinely thinks that millions of people will be outside the prison following his release and that he’ll have a giant welcome home party (when the band is pretty “content” with him not being in their lives at this point).

Believes that he or she is “special” and unique and can be only understood by or should associate with other special or high-status people (or institutions).

Murdoc believes he’s the greatest living person and he constantly compares himself to high profile celebrities or people in history. Or he’ll outright say he’s better than them. This is shown above the quotes from the first point and here:

and in this quote:

Interviewer: Do you ever worry that having so many high-profile guest features will take the spotlight off of you?

Murdoc: Of course not. Who’s higher profile than me? That would be like asking Emperor Nero if he felt threatened by the chumps that feed him grapes and polish his balls.

found here

Although Murdoc will associate with people who aren’t of a high status, he makes sure to let whoever it is he is talking to (usually an interviewer) that he’s better than them.

Requires excessive admiration.

In the video advertising the updated Gorillaz website for Plastic Beach, Murdoc makes sure to flaunt his many awards and to keep a portion of the video on him. Some of which are made by him and some of them aren’t even his.

In order to receive constant admiration, Murdoc will always keep the topic on him and will get upset when someone else is being praised or admired:

Interviewer: Have you heard The Now Now? What do you think of it?

Murdoc: Oh that’s convenient, changing the subject. You’re on the list, pal.

Interviewer: Where would you place it in a ranking of the top Gorillaz albums?

Murdoc: Up your arse, mate. You know what, this interview started well, but I’m beginning to dislike you. I thought this was gonna be a friendly tete-a-tete, a chance for you to get the real story, and maybe even a signed Wormwood Scrubs brochure. But you’re trying to rattle my cage. The only one who gets to rattle my cage around here is the Warden, to get my attention when he personally delivers my bi-hourly Martini. So let’s keep those questions focused on ME, shall we?

found here

Has a sense of entitlement (i.e., unreasonable expectations of especially favorable treatment or automatic compliance with his or her expectations).

Look at the quotes and the interview linked under the first point (Specifically under • Superiority). As shown in that interview, Murdoc believes he’s entitled better treatment in prison (and claims that he’s receiving it). 

Is interpersonally exploitative (i.e., takes advantage of others to achieve his or her own ends).

If Murdoc’s good at anything it’s definitely exploiting others. Murdoc kidnapped half of the band. Nearly got a young Noodle killed while trying to get rid of an enemy of the band.  Kidnapped pretty much all of the artists on the Plastic Beach album (including 2D).

"Some people I had to physically smuggle to Plastic Beach," says the Gorilla known as Murdoc. "I had them drugged and FedExed over. Then there were people like Snoop and his entourage who cruised up dripping in gold on a private yacht, amid a cloud of pimp fur and weed smoke …"

found here

Lacks empathy: is unwilling to recognize or identify with the feelings and needs of others.

I’m just going to leave these here

Murdoc: So... I crashed the car through the window and it landed straight in 2-D's head. Amazing! Direct hit. Knocked one of his eyes straight out. Put him in a coma immediately. I got arrested for that, uh, and ah, my community service, my SENTENCE, was to look after this silly sod.

found here

“Murdoc’s silver tongue, complete lack of empathy, and fear of further imprisonment was enough for him coerce his fellow bandmates into getting back together and recruiting their biggest host of collaborators to date.”

Interviewer: If you say so. Do you have any remorse for the terrible things you’ve done in the past?

Murdoc: Fucking hell, not this again. Look, if you’re talking about the rumour that I put a hit out on Noodle, then replaced her with a cyborg, and then the cyborg tried to kill me; I mean yes, it’s totally true. But I’d hardly call that a terrible thing. A creative disagreement, just part of the process. We’re all friends again now.

found here

Is often envious of others or believes that other are envious of him or her

Of course Murdoc would never admit it, but he’s jealous of others. One person you could say he’s jealous of is 2D. Murdoc has had several bands before Gorillaz. He was the lead singer of them and ultimately they failed for one reason or another (probably due to their awful names). When Murdoc formed Gorillaz and made 2D the lead singer, the band was successful. Although Gorillaz success was not solely because of 2D’s voice, it did play a large role. Here are a few moments that hint at Murdoc’s jealousy towards 2D:

Murdoc: Anyway, any one of [his bands] could've been as big as Gorillaz. But you know eventually, I thought it might be time to try a different vocalist. Other than me.

2-D: Yeah uh, someone who could actually sing, maybe?

Murdoc: Shut it twerp! See, eh, technically, uh, my voice, obviously, is still much, much better than 2-D's. But, yeah, I just thought it was time for a change. Change of texture.

found here

Richard the Popworld Horse: Anyway back to you guys. 2-D, what's it like being a sex symbol?

Murdoc: Err, no he ain't no sex symbol. He's too busy changing his ringtones.

2-D: You're just jealous.

Murdoc: No, I'm not.

2-D: Yes, you are.

Murdoc: No, I'm not.

2-D: Yes, you are.

Murdoc: Nooooo, I'm not.

2-D:....Yes, you are.

Murdoc: SHUT UP!!!!

found here

From a quote I mentioned earlier, we can see that Murdoc doesn’t like to talk about The Now Now and will shut down the conversation and get angry. Murdoc envies the idea that “his” band prospering without him. He’s jealous that his band was able to put out a successful album with 2D fully fronting the band now. He’s envious of the success the band is getting that he has nothing to do with.

In addition to being jealous of others, he thinks most people envy him (which is most likely a byproduct of him thinking he is better than everyone). Although this quote is probably not entirely serious, it’s still interesting to consider:

Radio host: Do all you animated guys know each other?

Murdoc: Most of us, Yeah. Some of them, they won't talk to me. Y'know, I think it's jealousy a lot of them. That's it, they don't want to see me. They wanna see somebody shoot me down, because I'm up there.

found here

Shows arrogant, haughty, behaviors or attitudes.

Watch this video. Also, if you read most of the interviews and transcripts I’ve linked, you can see how Murdoc oozes arrogance and disdain towards anyone who isn’t himself.

Well, there you have it. I most definitely think that Murdoc has Narcissistic Personality Disorder and that it’s a major factor in how he acts and what he says 90% of the time.

[wincestisasincest]

Murder in the Blue Morgue -- Part 4

Trigger warning: Verbal, and a little bit of physical abuse. Unpleasant family life in general.

Also, yay! America. We’re heeeeeeere!

Also, also, I realized that I write 2D’s accent a little inconsistently, but y’all know what he sounds like. I’ll try to get it right, of course, but yeah I’ve realized I missed it a little.

First chapter: https://twincestforthewincest.tumblr.com/post/181730682110/murder-in-the-blue-morgue-part-1?is_related_post=1

Second chapter: https://twincestforthewincest.tumblr.com/post/181756574650/murder-in-the-blue-morgue-part-2

Third chapter: https://twincestforthewincest.tumblr.com/post/181756696770/murder-in-the-blue-morgue-part-3

Let’s-a go!

Hey this is Stuart Pot right

Whos this

It’s ur kid Jo

Powell

Oh yea

So apparently my mom wants to take u to court anyway

Thought u would like to kno

What

She still needs some more money

Says ur not doing ur part

And apparently theres evidence that u missed payments

From other moms as well

Damn

Thanks luv

Np

Gl

////A week passes////

The apartment that stood before him looked like something straight out of an inspirational movie about inner city kids finding their voice, of course, written by people that had never actually gone into the city. The dilapidated building seemed near inhabitable, and looked to be more susceptible to squatters, not people who made an effort to pay rent. The bricks were jutting out in random places, looking like they were just barely keeping the building in place. The windows were cracked, with the ghoulish colors of the curtains on the other side making them incredibly off-putting. Even the fire escapes were so rusted and ramshackle in appearance that they looked like they would fall apart if any weight was put on them. It was almost comically broken and in pieces, stereotypical in nature. But, apparently, it was home to someone. “Well, it looks like 2D won’t be the first person murdered ‘ere.” Murdoc slithered out of the car, taking in the entire building, and somewhat enjoying himself. “They must’ve really been struggling if they can’t keep the rent up for this place,” Russel and Noodle clambered out of the back, approaching 2D as he gawked at the building in front of him, “Looks like one of those spots where drug deals happen.” “Hey now, that’s not always a bad thing.” Murdoc took another step forward. “Well, no point in standing ‘ere all day.” 2D walked forward towards the door, careful to pick a spot on the handle that wasn’t covered in some sort of unidentified substance. He pulled on the handle, caught off guard when it didn’t immediately open. He pulled again, with more force, still the door was stalled by its lock. “2A, was it?” Noodle approached 2D’s side. “Yeah, why?” Noodle’s well-manicured nail pressed on the buzzer as the ear-splitting noise rang out through the empty street. “It’s Joey Powell, who’s this?” A familiar, albeit distorted voice welcomed them on the meager speaker. 2D actually found the distortion somewhat comforting, as he was reminded of the Gorillaz musical style in the distortion. “Hey, Jo, it’s, uh, 2D. Can we come-“ “’D, ya gotta press on the button.” “Oh, sorry,” Buzz, “Hey, Jo, it’s uh, 2D. Can we come in? The band’s all ‘ere.” “Sure, hold on.” The speaker turned off, and another, louder buzz rang out, along with a click. 2D finally managed to open the door, and the band crowded into a musty hallway with a linear, uninviting stair case. 2D checked behind himself, knowing that the band wouldn’t leave him, but still wanting to be sure that he wasn’t going up the stairs by himself. 2D traipsed up the stairs, Noodle following suit, Murdoc taking time to gawk at the shoddy light fixtures in the apartment, and Russel slowly keeping Murdoc shambling forward. The stairs were carpeted with some poorly colored green and blue patches, looking like they had definitely seen better days, but also worse ones. The various mystery stains and white splotches that were sprinkled on the carpeting looked like they were ripped out of a crime scene, adding to the vibe of the building. They creaked their way past the first floor, and explored their way into the second floor, stopping in front of the scratched, wooden mess that was the entrance of apartment 2A. 2D gave a hesitant knock. “It’s open!” The same voice, this time muffled, yelled to them from inside the apartment. 2D pushed the door open. The first thing that hit him was the smell of the place, which was surprisingly homey, despite the depressed condition of the small apartment. There was a large central room, sporting a couch with clothes and a blanket strewn all over, a small television, a brief tiled interlude with kitchen equipment and a small table, and a large table in the back, with several sheets of paper stacked on top of it. It branched out into two smaller rooms, one with a half open door that contained a twin-size bed. The second thing that hit him was the heat, or rather lack of heat. The minute he stepped into the room, 2D began shivering, and instinctively zipped up his jacket. “Make yourselves at home, sorry about the cold.” 2D peered into the kitchen, containing the same girl who had visited Kong just a few weeks ago, this time resting on one of the countertops under the cabinets with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. A small ensemble of tools was at her side, and she appeared to be screwing something into one of the hinges of the cabinet, while supporting it with her other hand. “Where’s, uh, where’s Kathleen?” 2D tentatively took a step into the kitchen. “She’s, uh, supposed to be here right now, but she told me that she’s picking up dinner on her way home from work, whatever that means. Also,” She turned her head to the side, looking directly at him, “Why’re you here? And… how’d you find this address?” “Well, uh, I figured I would discuss the legal issues with your mum in person, I dun want her talkin’ about them behind my back or anyfing. And, um, Noodle and Russel just wanted to see you an’ Murdoc didn’ want ta be by ‘imself. I found the address in one of the legal files from my lawyer.” “So, wait, you flew all the way out here for this?” “Yeah, didn’ really have anyfing else to do, and I kinda wan’ this to be done wif for good. So, I figured I would come in person. ‘Specially seein’ as email isn’t really the best way to have legal conversations.” “And, how do you plan to tell her you found out about this?” “Oh, um, I hadn’t really fought about tha’ I just figured-“ “She’s not gonna be happy with me, even if this gets resolved. But, I guess you’re here already, so…” her voice trailed off as 2D looked at the floor, “Anyway, help yourselves to the fridge. We have some beer, I think, and there’s a sink if you want water. It’ll definitely be cold. Hey Noodle! Hey Russel!” Noodle and Russel continued their gander around the apartment, with Murdoc heading straight to the fridge and pulling out a beer. “’Ello, luv. I’m Murdoc Niccals, but you probably already know that,” He kept one eye trained on her, and used his other socket to snap the top off the beer bottle, “So you’re 2D’s, then?” “Apparently so.” 2D watched their conversation, ready to step in I anything were to happen. Murdoc had been nicer, recently, but that didn’t mean that he was more tasteful, especially when he was curious about something. “Wan’ some advice? Neva tell anyone. Ever. You’ll get a lo’ of fake friends, who just wanna talk to you so they can get a shot at meeting Murdoc Niccals.” “Already doin’ a good job at not telling anyone.” “Heh heh, I like this one, Dents. Mind if I smoke?” “I don’t, but mom might. But she’s also not here.” Murdoc pulled a box of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and lit one, offering one to 2D, who accepted. Noodle and Russel had sat down on the couch, both giving each other vaguely awkward looks as they were reminded of the squalid conditions that some people lived in. Of course, they’d both had hardships of their own, but it was easy to get used to luxury. There was always the slight, but noticeable, difference in living conditions that required a bit of adjustment. “What’re ya doin’ there, anyway?” Noodle questioned from the other side of the room. “Fixing the cabinet. Damn thing’s been broken for a week now,” Jo put one of the tools in her mouth while picking up another silvery instrument and a screw, still fiddling with the hinges of the cabinet, “We don’t even keep things in here, but the landlord is gonna charge us if it stays damaged for any longer.” She muttered through the screwdriver. “How did you break it?” “Mom had a wild night, apparently.” The keys in the door were jiggling, and the room went silent. The door was pushed open by a stout looking woman carrying a large purse, a bag of McDonald’s, and jingling keys being twirled around her finger. She took one look around the room, and sighed. “I figured I would see you again, Stu.” “Yeah, I kinda need to talk to you about somefing.” He took a long puff of his cigarette before looking at the floor again. “Lemme guess, you found out because of the waste of space over there?” She strolled into the kitchen and plopped the bag of McDonald’s on the table. “Sorry for not wantin’ to be in court for an extra two bucks. My priorities must be screwed or somethin’.” She slid off the top of the counter and investigated the bag of food. “The fries are for you.” “Ooh, a large. How generous.” She pulled out a container of fries and began to chomp away ravenously. “Hey, it’s not like you’ve been workin’ all day or anything.” “Actually, I have. I babysat for five hours and fixed all of the cabinets and the bedpost. And don’t you get free food at work, anyway?” “Yeah, but dealing with your shithead of a daughter is enough of a second job. ‘Specially when she’s goes behind your back to cover legal business that she’s not involved in.” “I’m literally the reason you have enough legal power to do any of this!” “Yeah, but you’re also the reason I’m so goddamn miserable, so keep your nose out of it, slut.” “Ooh, the walking sperm bank wants to talk about being a slut.” Her rejoinder was met with a slap upside the head as Jo quickly moved out of the kitchen. “And why the hell are all these other people here?” “They, um, they wanted to-“ “We wanted to see Jo and we were wondering if she could show us around town a little bit.” Russel interrupted 2D, knowing that there was already enough tension in the room. “Huh, first time for everything.” Kathleen shrugged. “Well yeah, usually people are too scared of you to come visit.” “Alright, let’s go, Jo. New Jersey’s got their diners, right?” Russel stood up, bringing Noodle with him and giving Murdoc a death glare as he began to walk towards the door. “Mom, I’m takin’ some of the money.” Jo peeked in the lockbox at the back of the drawer. “My ass you are.” “I earned half of it anyway. And don’t act like you were planning on paying for anything important with it. I wonder how many escorts 1700 dollars can buy anyway.” This rejoinder was met by Kathleen picking up Murdoc’s empty beer bottle and chucking it across the room. It shattered against the wall and Jo ducked. Noodle was shortly at her side, practically pulling her out of the room. “It’s okay, Ms. Powell, we’ll handle it. Murdoc, let’s go.” They had slammed the door behind them before either of the Powells could get out another word.

Man, we love those casually abuse relationships, don’t we?

Also, next chapter, plot, excitement, violence!

Get ready.

Also, thanks for everyone who’s made it this far.

[the-cpu-system]

2Doc

TW! ANIMAL ABUSE, ALCHOHOLISM, AND ABUSE IN GENERAL!

Nonbinary 2D❤

Also this is my first Gorillaz fanfic so pleasw just spare whatever this monstrosity will be.

This is very angsty and seems like anti-2Doc but trust me at the end it gets to the ship jhfhssj

Also sorry for any spelling errors!

||2D Snaps||

It was just a normal day, Noodle playing games on her DS in her room, 2D looking for literally anything in the fridge, Russel doing.. Russel things (idk I don't keep up with him I'm sorry), and Murdoc sitting at the table, beer bottle in hand, staring at 2D. " close the fuckin door ya good for nothin piece of!- " 2D turned around to be met with a glass bottle smashing inches from their face. They flinched just after that, pushing the fridge door close with their hip. " I- uhm- uh- I'm- I'm sorry I'm uh- I'm- " they apologized, Murdoc growling and leaning back. " get me another beer, you're the closest. " They seemed just absolutely confused but grabbed two beers from the fridge, giving one to Murdoc before going to walk away. " aye Stu, " they turned around to face the bassist, " come sit down next to me. " the singer slowly walked back over, just because they didn't want another bottle flung at them. They pulled out the chair, sitting down quietly. Their lanky arms were limp on the table, the sweating beer in hand. They didn't keep eye contact with him- well- they couldn't really keep eye contact at all but they just didn't look at him. They gulped down whatever fear they had. Besides, he shouldn't be scared of Murdoc. Bandmates shouldn't be scared of each other. They glanced up at Murdoc who, from above the table, was just drinking the alcoholic beverage quietly, ignoring 2D's existence. It was better than getting hit. Under the table though Murdoc's free hand found itself on 2D's thigh, hand dipping downwards to the in between area of Stuart's pants. The singer, actually being on time with this reaction, rather panickly scooted the chair away, standing up with the closed beer in hand. " I- uh- I gotta go to my room! " They left hurriedly, glancing back at Murdoc who's tongue rolled out of his mouth along with a growl.

The singer sat on their bed, headphones plugged into a damage phone that played Dirty Harry. It wasn't their most favorite, but they liked the song. Its one of the only ones that didn't remind them of Murdoc like Feel Good or Rhinestone Eyes did. They closed their eyelids, humming along to the song. With the volume all the way up they didn't notice the green figure that stood in the doorway, glaring with a glass bottle held in his clenched fist. For no other reason than because he can, he chucked a bottle at the singer for the second time today. They jumped up, eyes wide with fear. Their music had already stopped. They screamed in pain, the drunk not knowing why until they moved their hands. A giant glass chunk had landed in the void called their eye socket, and other pieces had cut into their face, blood seeping and spewing from the cuts. Disgusting sight. At least the both car crashes 2D was in to get their eyes gouged out werent bloody.. Or weren't as bloody, but that's just because Murdoc didn't really see Stuart's body. This time he did. Though through his drunken state he couldn't comprehend what the hell just happened, even after Noodle and Russel came rushing in and called an ambulance.

It was about a year after that incident. Murdoc had no recollection of it ever happening and 2D had gotten a therapy dog to cope. New year new me, I guess. 2D had to wear an eyepatch because it hadn't healed correctly, even after all that time for it to heal. Guess being pinned down on a couch and having beer poured into your eye socket does that. Murdoc had sworn off drinking, just to try and get clean and because of 2D's dog. Last thing Murdoc wanted was to hurt an animal. Of course Murdoc's new years resolution didnt last too long of course when another boring day rolled around another 5 bottles were inhaled like air.

A rule that was made was the dog (named Blue) wasn't allowed on the couch. Though, Blue liked to curl up on 2D's lap, or well, attempt to, Blue isnt really a lap dog. Blue is a husky. But 2D was watching a movie, the one they watch every single time they get the tv. Blue was on their lap, making sure they didn't freak out with Murdoc just in the other room mumbling about how he wanted to snap their neck. The bassist drunkenly stumbled into the living room after a good amount of time. 2D was now asleep, Blue doing the same on their lap. Blue's body hung over onto the couch cushions. This pissed Murdoc off. So without any thought he chucked the glass bottle at the dog. Blue yelled in pain, causing 2D to wake up. Murdoc realized what he did, eyes widening in horror. " Sh-Shit!- 'm sorry I didn't mean to!- " 2D was too worried for their dog to notice Murdoc apologize for once in his life. Murdoc never apologized for hitting Stuart, or for getting both their eyes gouged out, or for literally everything else. Though when the singer realized what Murdoc said they stopped, smiling softly at the fact that the bassist of the band did have a heart and morals just very.. Deep deep deep down in his green Satanist heart.

Noodle and Russel were in the room now, the drummer piecing everything together in his mind and yelled at Murdoc, deciding now wasn't the time for psyichal violence. Noodle still didn't notice what happened, she was just standing there awkwardly watching as Russel yelled at Murdoc (who just took the yelling, surprisingly) and 2D on the floor, arms wrapped around Blue, trembling with tears threatening to spill from their eyes. As she realize she made an " oOoh " and walked over to 2D, helping them to their room, along with the dog of course.

With the incident now a week behind 2D and Murdoc hasn't left their rooms. The singer wasn't in the right state, tried to restart his painkillers addiction a few days earlier, so the painkillers were hidden and now they just didn't have the strength to leave their room. The Satanist felt horrible. Guilty. Disgusted in himself. Picking up women, getting drunk, getting high, getting drunk AND high, abusing 2D, almost killing 2D a handful of times, dressing like a n@z¡ That one time, and everything else he's done were a-okay in his book but animal abuse. That drew the line. 2D probably hated him now. They should be hated him before but they never did. May out of fear. Everyone hated him, never really pretended not to. But Stuart. Stuart "2D" Pot never seemed to hate him. They also forgave him.

His head began to hurt bad, he needed some beer. No.. Something stronger. Whiskey? Vodka? Vodka. But that'd mean he'd have to go out of his room and potentially see 2D. Oh well. Alcohol over feelings any day.

He trudged out if his room, dressed in nothing but his underwear as he rummaged around in the fridge and cabinets for the vodka. Conveniently Blue had to go out, so 2D cane out of their room a few minutes after the green male, quickly letting the dog outside before turning around to retreat back to their room. Murdoc had noticed them and now the two were staring at eachother, being too nervous to say anything but too confident to just walk away. Eventually 2D spoke. It was quiet and raspy, as if they hadn't drank water in a while. " can I get a sip? " Murdoc nodded and handed it over to the bluenette, who chugged half the bottle in a matter of seconds. He didn't comment on it, just built up enough courage to apologize once more. " 'ey look 'm sorry bout your dog I didn't mean t- " " I don't forgive you. Stop apologizing. " " ... 'xcuse me? " this had never happened before. 2D had just.. Ran out of patience. Patience for Murdoc to get better. Yeah they loved the son if a bitch, but they couldn't take his shit anymore. " did you really think I'd forgive you after you threw a fuckin glass bottle at my dog that I got because of you? My therapy dog that I only got so I could cope with the fuckin trauma YOU gave me. Are you forgetting this?- " they flipped up their blue and black eyepatch to reveal the swollen and greenish-black eye socket. Murdoc cringed in disgust. They flipped the eyepatch back down, continuing to vent. " I sat- and still do sit- in my room, hoping, PRAYING to whatever exists that you'll change. That you'll realize how fucked up you are. That you'll love me instead of chuckin beer bottles at me. I know that apology that night was genuine. I thought for a second that you changed- but the few fuckin times we've seen each other since that are JUST like before- I CANT FUCKIN TAKE IT ANYMORE NICCALS- I- I FUCKIN QUIT. " Stuart didn't mean it. Of course they didn't. They loved Gorillaz, I mean there'd never be a singer more fit for the job than them. They were just too caught up in it. Blue knew that too. That's why the dog clawed at the door. " I- Stu- Stuart- you can't just- you can't just quit- " Murdoc attempted to move closer, though 2D staggered back and gripped the now empty vodka bottle, raising it up like they were gonna hit him. " D- DONT FUCKIN COME NEAR ME- " the bassist ignored this warning and came closer, being greeted with shattered glass and small droplets of vodka to the face. He fell on his ass, holding onto the now bloody side, rather ironically a piece had jabbed into his eye. Just like what happened with Stuart. Though Stuart just stared down, panting heavily, admiring what they had just done. This wasn't the 2D Murdoc knew. He had really corrupted them. The singer grinned, laughing as they threw the top part of the bottle down next to Murdoc for it to shatter. " 'ats karma. "

-6 years later-

Blue had sadly passed due to natural reasons, though 2D was able to overcome the death of their therapy dog and not resort to pills. Murdoc was doing better just now with one eye missing. The two had fixed their friendship, both went to rehab together. They had matching eye patches and were inseparable from each other. So there they were. At a live concert for the band. For the 6 years of healing their relationship they never went any further than just friendly things. Though the thigh grab Murdoc did 7 years ago still stuck in 2D's mind, the words 2D had said stuck in Murdoc's.

On stage the two stood close, sneaking lustful glances at eachother. Though as they sang all their old songs they kept getting closer, the crowd most definetly noticing. " JUST KISS ALREADY! " someone yelled, both of them laughing. So once Feel Good Inc. had ended 2D let the Mic stand swirl and almost fall, Murdoc catching on and handing his bass to Noodle. The two pulled each other close, lips connecting. Some of the crowd cheered, some booed. They could care less. The kiss got more heated, 2D bent down a bit, Murdoc grinding on them. Though the two realized it was time to stop and separated, a string of saliva following. They wiped their mouths and grabbed their instruments again, continuing the concert like nothing ever happened. Though everyone knew that the two were way more than just Bandmates now. They were lovers, fuck buddies, boyfriends, etc. And they sure as hell were gonna show it off to the world.

(Edit: why is this so long i )

#2doc #studoc #2dxmurdoc #stuartdoc

[crossfalconx5]

Holds this up to you like a poor British boys last remaining five pence he made from sweeping chimneys

Sorry I went missing this is all I have (murdoc not looking different every single time I draw him challenge (FAILED!!!!) 99% of all CrossfalconX5s can’t!!)

[gorillaz-imagines]

special request~

One of my followers reached out to me since they are having a couple of undetermined problems, leaving them feeling down in the dumps, to say the least. They requested for me to write some material about said s/o not being able to afford living, so here we go! I hope you feel better! I want you to personally know that if you ever need anything at all, (this counts towards all of you) that you can always go to me. Trust me, I have a lot, a lot of things going on as well... So if anybody would be able to understand, it would probably be me, somewhat...? I would love to make you guys feel better, because everybody deserves to be happy!

Murdoc Niccals:

When you ring up your boyfriend in the early hours of the morning, he’s a bit dazed. And confused. Most likely drunk, too.

“Murdoc,” you started, your voice just a tad pitchy. “We need to talk.”

After a couple minutes of talking, you tell him that you can’t afford living anymore. “I’m sorry, Mudz,” you whisper into the line, feeling your throat tighten. “You’ve been so good to me, so helpful, but I’ve hit rock bottom, and-”

Right when the words formulate out of your mouth, Murdoc Niccals ends the call, puts on a pair of jeans, and gets into his car.

In the matter of 5 minutes flat and a lot of red rights and stop signs ran, he makes it to your door, about to make everything better.

Murdoc knows what it feels like to be left alone and in the dark out of all people, so he will listen to whatever you have to say until you feel better. He will make sure that you have all the money that you need, as well.

2D:

It’s when 2D asks you to go out to eat with him that you have to tell him the truth. This hasn’t been the first time that you’ve declined going out with him, and you want him to know that it isn’t because of him.

“I can’t pay my rent, I can’t afford food,” you go on and on, explaining every tidbit. “I’m so sorry, Stu, I’m so...” When you start to cry, he immediately hugs you, holding you close.

“Y/n, d-don’t cry!” He would say, mouth muffled by your shoulder. “It’s n-not your fault-- you’re tryin’ your best!”

He would do anything to help you out. If that even means moving in together, he will do just that.

“I was gonna pay for your food anyways, love! No need to fret.”

Noodle:

When you tell your girlfriend that you’re broke and in hot water, she tries to get you all the help you need.

She sets up fundraisers for you, as well as gives you her own money. She offers you a place to stay to get back onto your feet, and gives all the emotional support she can lend away.

Noodle wants to make sure that you’re safe and happy. She knows what it feels like to feel like you’re stuck...

No one should feel like that. Ever. That’s why she’s determined to help change that.

Russel Hobbs:

When Russel accidentally stumbles upon your unpaid bills and eviction notice, he feels like he should ask you about what’s going on.

When you open up to your boyfriend and tell him about your financial problems and the whole nine yards, he completely understands right off the bat.

“Y/n, it’s okay! I’ll help ya’ out! The band’ll help you out, you’ll be okay... No, I won’t leave ya’ jus’ because of this, you’re bein’ ridiculous...”

Russ would help in financially supporting you, as well as trying to get you a better job. He helps with putting together a good resume for you, and helps look for jobs around the area.

He’ll give you a place to crash if you are comfortable with having it be with him.

He’ll provide lots of home-cooked meals to make you feel better.

[peppermint2d]

F#$%ing uh, Calm after the Storm cuz the Storm Thing

Chapter 1:

When you took the job at the Essex Enquirer, you had hoped to work in your speciality, investigative war journalism. Since every taxi you tried refused to take you to Kong Studios, right now, the only war you're dealing with is the fight you're having with your GPS. The winding road, plus the rain, and the fact that your company car was ten years old caused your GPS to think you were driving in circles. Luckily, you could see your destination already. In fact, most of Essex could see Kong Studios, the haunted building on top of a great hill.

As a sort of hazing, all new employees get assigned to local entertainment news. You cringe when you heard about the guy who had to write about the mysterious appearance and subsequent disappearance of the shit statue in the city centre. Thankfully, your assignment was much tamer: you only had to interview a local band. You bought their EP "Tomorrow Comes Today" and have been blasting it on the way over. They sounded amazing, and with each repeat of the record, you became more and more excited to talk to them.

But with each kilometre you drive closer to Kong, you become more and more nervous about the surroundings. The heavy rain that was coming in was not helping anything either. There were thunderstorm warnings for that weekend, but it wasn't supposed to be for another day, so you hope the rain will let up soon for some outdoor shots of the band. You stop your car in front of the gothic gates that spelt "Kong" out in the metal bars. You push on them and they do not budge. You see a little intercom box and press the button, a loud buzz signalling that the thing still worked.

"Huh? Who's there?" A gruff voice answered your call.

"Hi. Mr Niccals? I'm here for the interview."

He grumbled. "Right, yeah. Forgot about that." Another buzz punctuated his sentence and signalled the opening of the doors.

You were soaked to the bones as you finished the drive up to Kong. You couldn't tell if your shivers were because of the fact that you were cold or because of the fact that you were driving through a cemetery.

You park your car and rush under the cover of the doorway with your camera and notepad. You knock on the double doors, and although you let your host know you were there earlier, it was a couple minutes before he even opened the door, shirtless, which you filed away to be included in your article.

His eyes looked you up and down "So you're the reporter, eh? I figured they'd over some crazy bat for local news, but I guess I'm special, right?" He smirked at you, his eyes hungry.

"I suppose so. May I?" You gesture to the doorway that he was blocking.

He stepped out of the way, closing the door after you. "I could give you a tour and find the rest of the band?"

"Was I unexpected? I'm so sorry." You flush. Your first assignment and your boss forgot to tell your subjects. How professional.

"It's alright, pet. We get so many journalists that we are always prepared." He slung his arm around your shoulders, leading you around the ground floor.

"So, Mr Niccals, how did you come to own Kong?"

He frowned. "Call me Murdoc, babes. Mr Niccals is my father."

"Right, sorry, Murdoc?"

He hummed, "Just like that." He cleared his throat. "I found it online about two years ago. It was supposed to be a short-term thing, but the owners, they just threw me the keys and left. So I figured I was the owner then. The bowling alley is right in here, by the way." You hurriedly scribbled what he said down.

Your interview continued like that, you asking questions ( "Have you been in any other bands?") and Murdoc answering them ( "Loads. None quite matched my skill though.") while you walked from room to room ( "Here's the recording studio. Found that pelt myself, I really think it brings the room together.") and took notes (Murdoc does not wear deodorant and should).

"Here's the best room of the house. Our very own carpark."

"An eighteenth-century mansion has a carpark?" you asked in disbelief.

He led you inside the space. "I think the biker gang put it in. Crazy bastards. At least now I have a spot for my Winnebago! Want to see it?"

"I'm fine, Murdoc. I don't need to see your private quarters for the article."

"Who said anything about it being for the article? I have real Egyptian silk, mmmm." He started to lead you to his Winnebago.

You stopped walking with him, causing him to stop as well. "Interview first, yeah?" You didn't know any other way of turning him down without running the risk of him cancelling the interview altogether. You start to head over to a doorway that you thought led back upstairs.

"Those go to dents-for-eyes' room. This way takes us upstairs, pet." You climbed the stairs with him. "Up here's really only the kitchen, lounge, and Noodle and Russel's rooms."

He was right, the stairs led directly into the kitchen. All of the rest of the band was gathered there, huddled around a stack of pizza boxes. "Oi! Where did the pizza come from?"

"We ordered it when you were playing dress-up." One of the band members said, and judging by his accent, he was from America.

Murdoc stomped. "I was not playing dress-up! I was trying on costumes for the show!"

You got out your notebook and wrote that down. You could feel the attention of the band on you now. "Oh sorry, I'm here to interview you!"

"Oh, cool. I'm Russel," The American said, "that's Noodle," he pointed at a child who was claiming an entire pizza pie for herself, "and the blue one's 2D."

"Konichiwa!"

"Nice to meet yew!"

You smiled back and greeted them both. The blue one, 2D, was certainly blue, or at least his spikey hair was. His eyes, on the other hand, were pitch black, none of the whites of his eyes was visible. It gave him a unique look and you wonder if it was done intentionally.

Noodle picked up a slice and was about to eat it when you said "I hate to interrupt dinner, but if you could pose for some pictures before you eat, I would really appreciate it. None of that pizza sauce on your faces."

Noodle grumbled but complied, putting the pizza down.

"Where'd yew want the photos?" 2D asked.

You look at Murdoc. "Would it be alright if we take them in the studio?" He shrugged his shoulders and led the way downstairs.

The band posed like they were in the middle of performing. The only issue was that 2D was so tall, that, from your angle, he covered Russel. You spent a little bit of time repositioning them until it was perfect. Just as you were about to take the photo, the lights in the studio went out. The lights everywhere went out.

"A bleeding outage? Right now?" Murdoc fumed.

"I'm sure it will turn on again soon, in the meantime, I guess you can get back to dinner." From somewhere in the darkness, Noodle cheered. "But someone is going to have to help me out of here, I can't see anything."

"You and 2D" Russel chuckled.

Only Murdoc had a phone on him, so he used it to light the way. It especially came in handy when everyone grabbed their food and sat at the table. Murdoc sat at the head, of course, with Noodle and Russel on one side, and you and 2D on the other. Everyone started to eat and you watched them all, mentally taking notes on their habits. You were not surprised that Murdoc chewed with his mouth open. What did surprise you was that the other men actually used their napkins properly.

"'ave yew 'ad dinner? Would yew like some?" 2D offered some of his pizza to you, but you declined. You were bound to get home soon anyway and it would just be unprofessional to eat your guest's food.

"She doesn't need your pizza, Face Ache, she will be getting plenty of my sausage tonight." Murdoc snickered, but no one else at the table joined him.

You awkwardly cleared your throat. "Would you guys be okay with answering some questions while you eat?" They all hummed in agreement while they ate. "So how did you all meet?"

The table became a little tense and all of the members looked at Murdoc. He set his pizza down. "I met 2D first, hit him with a car. Then he joined my band."

"Tell the 'ole story." 2D grumpily persisted.

"Fine. My buddies and I were looking for some keyboards. We crashed into where 2D worked and I hit his eye, proper breaking the thing and sent him into a coma. I had to oversee the poor little mutt as my punishment. I took him to a Tesco and was pulling some wicked tricks that the girls loved. Apparently one of my doughnuts was too fast because 2D went flying through the windshield and hit his face on the curb, breaking the other eye. When he stood up, he was so powerful, I knew I had to have him in my band."

"I 'ad no choice in the matter."

"As if you would say no."

As they start arguing over 2D's involvement, you were still processing the story you heard. Murdoc doesn't seem to be the best person. Murdoc doesn't seem to even be a good person. He seems actively dangerous, and you don't want to be around him longer than you need to. You make note of the whole story and add in a personal note to look up his criminal record.

"So, Russel, how did you join Gorillaz?"

"Murdoc kidnapped me."

That's really not helping his case. "Please tell me that Murdoc had nothing to do with Noodle's joining?"

"Nah, she just randomly showed up one day in a FedEx crate. Played the best guitar I've ever heard and only said her name. Everything else is just Japanese." Russel looked over to Noodle, who nodded, understanding exactly what you guys were talking about.

This was certainly some band. You ask a couple more questions, as required by your boss. "Which song on the EP is your favourite?" "Tomorrow Comes Today." "When can we expect a full album?" "Soon." "Are you surprised by the attention you're receiving?" Murdoc, of course, thought he deserved more, but the other members were much more humble.

After you finish that up, you tell them to pretend like you're not there to get a grasp of their dynamics. They eventually went back into their normal rhythm of banter, but that doesn't stop 2D from trying to include you in their conversation.

They finish their food and 2D gets his portable DVD player and puts on some zombie movie. You're surprised that they let Noodle watch it considering how young she is, but she seems the most enthusiastic. You don't join them on the couch, opting for the floor where the light from the player illuminated their faces. Since you didn't get a picture, you may need to have a drawing instead. You're nearly done when Murdoc announces a piss break and gets up, Noodle and Russel, grabbing snacks.

2D stayed behind on the couch. "Yew know, yew make funny faces when yew draw."

"You were watching me? Oh god, that's embarrassing."

"Seen dis movie loads before, so I got bored and 'ave been watchin you the 'ole time. Sorry, I forget about the 'ole no pupils fing. Freaks people out. Nofing up 'ere to remember that wif though." He gestures to his head.

"No, no, no you're good! I was just too busy drawing to pay attention." you laugh and try to play it off. In reality, it did startle you a bit initially to learn he was staring at you, but honestly, you don't mind and just got to get better at guessing where his focus is.

He smiles wide, showing off his missing teeth, and it lits up the room as if the generators were back on. "Soda?" You nod.

2D and the rest of the band return to the couch, having to wait for Murdoc who apparently has a bladder the size of a horse. He hands you your soda, peeps a glance at your drawing, and gives you a thumbs-up of approval.

You drink the soda and start penning what you think your article may look like. However, the sugar high fades quickly and you're exhausted.

Sharp pain in your side wakes you up and you yelp. You hear the band laugh at what's happened, everyone, except for Murdoc who is groaning on the floor beside you. "Bloody 'ell! What the fuck are you doing on the floor?"

You gulp. "Sleeping?"

"You can do that in my Winnebago with me instead of on the ground, love," Murdoc suggests, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I'll settle for the couch over the ground, if you don't mind me staying over that is. So, where are your duvets?" The band members look around and collectively shrug. "No blankets... I'll just suffer the cold."

"My offer still stands." It did sound slightly better now, but the prospect of him also being there upset you.

"I can survive the cold for one night." Famous last words.

It was freezing in Kong Studios. Your teeth were chattering and you couldn't feel your toes. It's been like this since you woke up after only sleeping an hour.

How are you supposed to warm up? You tried exercising, which was good until you sweated a little and that cooled to ice. Now you're even colder than before. Perfect.

You start to walk around, trying to warm up and think. You couldn't start a fire, not only do you not know how to start a fire, but you also do not want to burn the studio down. And they didn't have blankets... but maybe they have big coats?

You retrace your steps from the tour of the place, heading to where you hope was their rooms. You really only remember trying to get Murdoc to stop leading you back to his Winnebago. You inadvertently walked to the carpark since it was really the only place you could remember to navigate in the dark. Kong Studios certainly didn't feel homey before the lights went out and now the hairs on the back of your neck are standing on edge.

It was pitch black in the hallway, so you ran your hand along one of the walls, yelping every time it touched the edge of a picture frame. You feel the wall take a right and you follow it down, seeing a sliver of light emitting from under a door. Light? Such an unfamiliar sight now. You pray that it was not the bathroom with Murdoc and scented candles inside as you gently knock on the door. You would even prefer Noodle, who would be the worst suited to help you, than Murdoc. The light is certainly coming from a scented candle. A heady scent of vanilla has slipped under the door and is extending into the hallway. Your knock received no answer so you tried again, this time louder.

Louder.

Louder.

At this point, any louder and you would have woken up the other members. So, you open the door a creak to peek inside.

What a sight to behold. The light from the candle made 2D's hair shine a bright azure and cast huge shadows on his far wall as he danced to his cassette tape. His dancing was awful but endearing; he looked like a baby dear that was still getting used to using its limbs. Abruptly, he stopped and you thought he finally noticed you, but then he rushed over to the papers by the candle and wrote something down, which you could only assume was a lyric.

Without any warning, he looked up and made eye contact with you. You stared at his black eyes, waiting for him to say something. He hummed and crossed out a part of the writing.

You had watched him for long enough, so you knocked again, which gained his attention. "Noodle? Is that yew?"

You opened the door further, "No, uh sorry to bother you so late..."

He began to tidy up the papers he was working on, tucking them behind him. "Hiya! What can I do for yew? Got more questions?"

You're so glad that he didn't mind your intrusion. His light smile put you at ease. "Yeah, I suppose I have one. You don't have anything to keep warm with? Like a jacket maybe?" You were surprised that he wasn't bothered by the cold, only wearing a T-shirt over a thin long-sleeved shirt.

"Oh. Yew cold? I might 'ave somefin! May swallow you 'ole though." His voice cracked as he spoke as he started digging through the piles of clothes on the floor, looking for something. He pulled out a blue jacket, not unlike the colour of his hair, and held it out. "This is one of me favourites! I fink it looks punk, don't yew?" You nod. It did indeed look wicked. "Go on, put it on! I would like it back when yew're done, if that's alright." He looked so nervous asking for his own property to be returned.

You smiled warmly at him. "Of course 2D, you have my word." You slip it on, and he was right, it was way too big on you! Most noticeably in the arm length, where the edges of the sleeves hung off your arms. It was heavy and warm and smelled like cigarettes and something else, something you could only imagine as 2D. It felt like a safe hug. Maybe 2D should be nervous about you keeping it. "I see why it's your favourite."

He scratched the back of his head. "Yeah. I 'ope to wear it in a music video! If Murdoc lets me, that is." At this point, he sits back down again. "Wanna stay? I've gots more zombie mofies! Like Dawn of the Dead... or Evil Dead... or Zombie Flesh Ea'ers!"

"Sure, but I'm winded." You yawn and snuggle deeper into the jacket.

"Don worry! I'll pause it if yew fall asleep." He grins and pats the ground next to him, where you join him. "Which ones 'ave you seen before?"

"None of them. Which is your favourite?"

"NONE OF 'EM? Well then, we gotta watch Dawn of the Dead, it's the first Zombi mofie!" He loads the film and puts the tiny player in front of both of you, turning off the candle to make the lighting better. "I'm so excited for yew to watch dis! It's been a couple monfs since I saw it meself."

He lets the movie play, occasionally pausing to explain why a certain scene was so impressive in horror movie history. You barely watch the film, rather you pay attention to 2D, mentally tracing the look of excitement on his face and committing his hand gestures to memory. You never know what may be important for your article.

[crazyartdad]

A New Home

“Let's hear the story from your side now” The counselor asked Stuart with a cautious look taking note of the distant body language as Stuart clung close to the other side of the couch.

“We pretty much heard it a thousand times…” he speaks in a shallow voice.

“I'm trying to fix this, if you just bloody participated-”

“Mr. Niccals if you'd like this to work I suggest you wait, calmly, till your husband is willing to share his feelings”

“He pretty much shared em when he sliced my fuckin arm!” he spat while showing the scaring mark across his arm, disfiguring his tattoo across the middle. “Mr. Niccals..” The counselor warns causing Murdoc to relieve a heavy sigh, sinking into the couch.

It's been a steady hour of their session and it felt to all of them once again that, nothing's going nowhere, As the counselor adjusted her glasses she sets her notepad down to look at Stuart, folding her hands gently in her lap.

“What did you do that day, what happened beforehand?”

Stuart eyes her with a glaze of grief and anger in his now void like eyes, debating whether or not to answer her. He could, not say anything. He could just settle in a silent car ride home to fall in the new trend of hiding from everyone. Wait until after dinner to fall asleep on the couch.

“Stuart?”

“... I got up that Morning to go to a doctor's appointment” he said, breaking his oath of silence. “Was this the Doctor for your eyes?” “Yea..” he says thinking back to the doctor inspecting his eyes that day, prescribing him new meds and answering various sorts of questions till it made his head spin. “And how are your eyes doing? Are you dealing well after the accident?” “Well...two 8 ball fractures ain't nofink but it's alright…” he mumbled twitching his fingers.

Murdoc watched the pair talk one on one, finally relieved to hear something out of the other.

“Noodle was at school, she had about another hour before I had ta pick her up n Murdoc didnt answer me about lunch..so I figured I he’d back home for a bit of practice.” “You're a pianist correct?” “Yeah I used to play competitively, now I just play..for fun and stuff” “They said you called the cops?, did things get physical?” she asks “Did shit get physical, what the fuck do you think?” Murdoc asks under his breath in spite. “I heard noises, I thought I was bein robbed, so I called them when I first got home, went upstairs n..” he doesn't think he’ll ever forget the scene, no matter how much he tried to drink to forget the imagine of that chick riding him in their bed, it still haunts him at night, it's even gone as far to keep him up for days as the bags under his eyes made it apparent he hasn't slept. “My friends always told me you were gonna cheat, I just figured you loved me enough, did-I what did I do?, Am I just that ugly now? Are my eyes that freakish that you can't even stomach the thought of me? What the hell did I do?” Stuart asks through sobs.

Murdoc jolts upright at the sound and places a hand on Stuart's arm to comfort him, only to have it smacked away, facing the mean red streaks running down his face. The Bluenette cowers away even more so, wiping his face with the sleeve of his coat. The counselor offers a tissue as she turns to Niccals.

“Would you like to add anything Mr Niccals?” she says in a soft voice. “ Your not ugly, it's a change but it's nothing bad Stu...I-” “Can we call it?, we gotta pick up Noodle” Stuart spits interrupting Murdoc. “ May he finished speaking?” “ No its ok, lets...lets just call it..

Ten minutes ticked by before they officially were able to leave, having to agree to try any exercises she might have given them as homework that would likely be left untouched till the next session. The walk out of the building with silent, same as the walk through the parking lot as well as the drive. Stuart spent the majority of the time with his head down or fixated out the window till Murdoc spoke up, thrusting Stu out of his day dream.

“Stuart…..I love you, but..”

“...”

“If you want a divorce, i'll do it. I don't want too but if it'll make you happy…” He looks to his husband with eyes trying to hide his worry, his voice failing him.

“Is...that what you want?”

“....no” Stuart says finally breaking the fear rising in Murdoc's chest.

“I just..I want to know why”

“...I dont know”

“You dont know? Mudz this why I cant , You have to give me more then that” Stuart says jolting his gaze to him with his void like eyes, eyebrows knitting in worry

“Id fucking tell you if I could!”

“ You would think, womanizing a fucking student, youd have some knowledge to what you were doing” Mumbling the sentence under his breath Murdoc grabs his hand firmly to catch his attention once more.

“Stuart, we've been married for how long. I don't tell anybody shit cept you, you know about my dad, my jail time, my drinking, and what did you say to me.”

“..No”

“Stuart”

“Don't pull this shit on me..” he shot back yanking away his hand only to have them both grabbed again persistently.

“What did you say in your vow?” his voice low, littered with anxiety

“.....I don't care..”

“And what did I say?”

“......”

“I'll be there for you and no one else” He says finishing the sentence, each word hitting deeper into the other's brain.

Silence

It seemed to be the only normal thing anymore, as they sat in their car ignoring the ongoing noise of busybodies outside the vehicle. A single fat teardrop splattered on their hands as Stuart began to, once more, be wracked with sobs. This seemed to be the only thing normal, that is until he allowed Murdoc to hold him for the first time in months.

“ We just need a new start”

[our-smooty]

Take me to Church Chapter 1: Rocky Road

Fandom: Gorillaz

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: 2doc

Tags: Car Accidents Angst Hurt/Comfort Drugs/Alcohol Implied/Referenced Suicide SuicideHealing Everything Hurts

Summary: The band is back together, but things are... weird to say the least. But when a crisis arises, can they pull it all together and be a family again?

Link to other Chapters on my Blog!

The rule was that whoever was up first woke up everyone else. Usually, that was Noodle or Russel, but since coming back from her trip to Hell Noodle had given up policing the boys, and Russel was still huge after eating all that toxic waste, so that left 2D or Murdoc. And since nobody told Murdoc Niccals what to do—his words—the job fell to 2D. Even though he slept through his alarm half the time that meant that at people got woken up on time occasionally so it was better than nothing.

Today, despite his best efforts to snooze the alarm, 2D was up on time. Mostly. He'd pulled himself out of bed and into the bathroom, got a shirt and trousers on, and only fallen on his face twice before getting out the door. All in all, not the worst morning that week.

Noodle’s room was first. The halls outside were filled with trash and miscellaneous band gear, but her doorway was at least mostly clear. Quiet as possible, he cracked the door open and peered in, spotting her amongst the pile of blankets and stuffed animals.

“Oi, Noods,” he whispered. Noodle shifted in her bed, dragging a pillow over her head.

“Noodle-girl, you said not to let you sleep in again.”

“Toochie….” she groaned, “5-Bu ijō…”

“S’up to ya but it's not my fault if ya sleep all day.” He chuckled. Knowing better than to needle her when she was waking up he closed the door again.

The next part was his absolute least favourite part of the day. Worse than when it was his turn to do dishes, worse than when Murdoc made him clean toilets. He had to wake up their bassist.

Holding his breath he gave his band mate’s door a timid knock. On good days Murdoc might shout at him to fuck off through the door. On bad days Stu got in some early morning cardio dodging projectiles down the stairs. This morning it was silent.

“Oi, Muds. You up?” he called against the damaged wood. Still nothing. Gulping audibly he leaned against the door.

“Hey Murdoc, you in here?” Sometimes he wasn't even home and 2D got off easy. He had half a mind to walk away and get started on wading through the trash in kitchen for breakfast. But then he remembered the last time he'd failed to wake Murdoc up on time, and decided against it with a shudder. There’d been punching, yelling, and strangely, a lot of sandwich making. Never again.

“Ah come on Muds, at least give me a shout or somethin’ so I know you're in there…” he sighed. Again there was silence beyond the door. He had no choice, and, after allowing himself a few seconds of nervous wavering, he opened the door a crack.

As usual, it was pitch black inside. 2D shuddered in the darkness, the only light coming from the hall behind him.

“A-anybody home?” he warbled into the blackness. The door behind him swung open a little wider, revealing more of the room. It was dirty inside, bottles and papers littering the floor, miscellaneous pills and baggies of powder scattered in between. 2D didn't judge though, his room looked the same. Squinting into the darkness where he figured Murdoc’s bed was he called out again.

“For fuck's sake, Muds, y’in here or what?” A quick glance around told him the other wasn’t in the room. The bed was empty and frankly, nasty. Beer cans, papers, and cigarette butts were folded in between unwashed sheets. Taking a cautious step forward, dodging a particularly terrifying pair of underwear, 2D looked over Murdoc’s things on the nightstand. Condoms, more pills and booze, mail, a worn picture of the band back in Phase One. And Murdoc’s phone, which was weird. Ever since Plastic Beach Murdoc had been nigh inseparable for his cellphone.

Figuring Muds was somewhere else in the house, 2D picked his way back through the mess and out into the hall.  Noodle still wasn’t up and the house was silent. 2D ambled down the stairs two at a time, happy for once to have a morning to himself. He made it all the way to the last four before tripping up and landing on his face.

“What the—!” Murdoc’s shouted hoarsely from the sofa. “Can’t a man get five minutes rest in his own home—ahh!” he screamed as 2D popped up suddenly from the floor.

“Oh, there you are Muds! I was lookin’ for you!” 2D said, a little bit garbled due to the bloody nose. “What’re you doin’ on the sofa when you got a perfectly good bed— oh nevermind.”

Murdoc didn’t answer and 2D continued his shambling way into the kitchen. It was only a little better than Mud’s room in here but it smells awful. Like—

“Gas? Why’s it smell like gas?” He stuck his tongue out between his missing teeth in concentration.

“What’re you on about in there, Faceache?” Murdoc sneered from the living room.

“It smells like gas in here, like for the cooker. But nobody’s cookin’— oh fuck!” 2D’s eyes landed on the cooker, which was wide open, with the pilot light out. Thinking quickly for once he flung open all the doors and windows in the kitchen to air the place out.

“Whatever you do don't light a fag yet Muds!” He shouted, aimlessly wringing his hands as fresh air wafted in.

Though he hadn't intended too light one, Murdoc bristled. “You ain't the boss of me dullard” he growled. Just to spite the younger, he pulled out his pack of Lucky Lungs and Zippo.

“No!” 2D shouted shrilly, diving onto the sofa and into Murdoc’s space.

“Dammit 2D, what the hell are you— ow! Did you just bite me?” 2D continued to struggle against the older man, successfully snagging the Zippo with a triumphant, but muffled shout.

Unknown to the two brawling men, Noodle had followed 2D down the stairs and was watching the show. Sighing at the dramatics of her family she continued into the kitchen to get a start on breakfast.

“Noodle! Noodle luv, is that you? Get this soddin’ idiot off me!” Murdoc called, still trying to release his arm from the mouth of his singer.

She ignored Murdoc and kept searching for adequate breakfast food. “Did I hear something about the gas being on?”

2D perked up. “ I fank sum-un left tha gash on an’ tha door opn’,” he answered, Murdoc's arm still firmly grasped in his teeth.

Unphased, Noodle shook her head. “Let him go 2D, the room’s aired out enough for a cig.” 2D finally released Murdoc, who snatched his arm and cradled it.

“Sweet Satan finally! You nearly tore it off!” he whined. 2D scrambled up and out of reach into the kitchen in case Murdoc wanted revenge.

“Well you deserve it for leaving the gas on and the oven open!” Noodle called back.. Murdoc scowled and stomped into the kitchen.

“How’d you know it was me then? Could just as well have been you or 2Dents,” he snapped.

Still choosing to mostly ignore the older man Noodle pulled out a beat up box of cereal. “Because, 2D isn't allowed to use the stove unsupervised, and he listens. And we all know you do stupid shit like this all the time.”

“She's right Muds, and ya were pretty drunk last night.”

“Was not!” Murdoc protested. Both 2D and Noodle raised an eyebrow at him, taking in his bloodshot eyes, pallid complexion, and general lack of appropriate clothing. “Ok I was plastered, but I didn't touch the fucking oven!”

“Whatever, it doesn't matter just don't let it happen again. You want cereal, 2D?” Noodle asked.

“Yes please!”

“Oh fuck this,” Murdoc growled, stomping out of the room and slamming up the stairs.

2D and Noodle watched him go. “Well he's hungover as fuck, he didn't even make that much of a stink over that bite you gave him.”

“You're right Noods. Musta been a right bender. Funny we didn't hear him down here,” 2D answered, pouring milk into his cereal. “And he didn't even really hit me!” The milk started to overflow onto the table and Noodle grabbed the jug.

“He's been acting weird since we all got back together again, was he like this on Plastic Beach too?” she asked.

“Uh, no he was, ah, different.” 2D hadn't told the others a lot about what happened on Plastic Beach other than Murdoc kept him there and was drunk all the time.

“Good different?” Noodle pressed. 2D knew she wanted to know more about what happened between them.

“Nah, just different. Less angry and more… sketchy?” he answered. “I think that was the first time I've seen him out of his room all week.”

Noodle, thankfully, nodded and let it go. 2D was glad she had inherited Russel's social graces and not his or Murdoc's.

Things had been weird between the band since they got back together. Russel was so giant he had to live on top of the house, but he also didn't talk as much as he used to. Sometimes 2D caught him looking like he wanted to say something, but then he didn’t. Noodle had been a teen last time they were all together and now she was a grown woman who had traversed hell and killed demons. Murdoc locked himself away and was downright hostel to his bandmates when he did leave his room. And 2D was skittish, damaged in a way that showed in ragged bitten nails and dark under-eye bags.

But they still worked together. Russel was too big to play the drums but he still leaned down to the window during band practise to give his two cents. Noodles guitar and wild sense of style matched up perfectly with Murdoc's weird genre bending lyrics. And 2D’s vocals we're just as fantastic as always. Musically they were in a good place. Emotionally, they were struggling. There was s distance between them that hadn’t been there before, and 2D didn’t have the first clue how to fix it.

2D stared down into his soggy Captain Crunch. “Do you wanna go to the mall with me today Noods? We could get ice cream at that place you like.” Anything to feel normal for a little while.

“Sure D, maybe we can pick up some more toys for Katsu,” she replied, slamming back her coffee. “Just give me a few to get ready and we can go. Should we even invite Murdoc?”

“Uh, I dunno. I guess it'd be rude not to?” he replied. “I'll go ask him, but I doubt he's even still awake.” Noodle shrugged and walked off towards her room.

Dumping the now gross cereal in the sink, 2D prepared himself to knock on Murdoc's door for the second time that day. Finding himself standing outside the bassist’s door he steeled himself to once again risk waking his beast of a best mate.

“Oi Muds, you still up?” he called. Unlike before he could hear shuffling and grumbling beyond the door. It only took a few seconds before the hungover man pulled the door open, leaning heavily on the doorframe. Clad in the same thing he’d been wearing when 2D’s bitten him, a raggedy grey long sleeve and dirty jeans, he looked just as grumpy as he had when he left the kitchen.

“Come to say sorry for nearly gnawing my arm off then?” he sneered. “Or maybe you liked the taste of me so much you’ve come back for more?”

Used to Murdoc’s behaviours, 2D only blushed a little. Murdoc would firlt with anything with a pulse, and even then that wasn’t a strict rule. “I-I am oftly sorry for biting you Muds, but you were gonna—”

“Yeah,yeah, whatever. What do you want?” Murdoc scowled and picked his teeth with one long nail. 2D gulped.

“W-well me and Noodle are going to the mall and I wanted to know if you want to come with?” the other squeaked, angling his body as far away from Murdoc as he could without moving his feet. 2D was ready to bolt at the first sign of movement. Instead, Murdoc continued to pick his teeth, eyeing him.

“The mall with that ice cream place? The one that can actually make a decent cone of Rocky Road?” 2D nodded enthusiastically. “Fine, give me 15.” He slammed the door in 2D’s face, nearly taking off his toes.

Stu, a little gobsmacked, jerked back from the door and landed on his ass. Scrambling to get up, long limbs getting in each other’s way, he cursed, realising that he only had 15 minutes to shower, get dressed, and get all his stuff together.

What the fuck was he doing. Going out with Noodle and 2D was the last thing he wanted to be doing after last night. He was too hungover this, hell he wasn’t drunk enough for this, he thought, taking a swig from the bottle by the doorframe. 15 minutes was enough time to down the bottle and get a good start on another if he was industrious about it. Maybe then he’d be drunk enough to enjoy his ice cream instead of thinking about how he’d fucked up last night.

“Cheers,” he said as he toasted the medical skeleton in the corner of his room. By the time 2D was knocking on his door again he’d managed to make quite the dent in a second bottle and the world was beginning to look fuzzy. He capped the bottle and tossed it behind him in the direction of the bed. Judging by the shattering sound, he’s missed.”

Murdoc yanked the door open startling 2D into fall over backwards. 2D yelped and scrambled out of the way best he could, but still ended up on his ass. Murdoc glared down and growled.

“Watch where you’re goin’ faceache.” He continued on down the stairs, gripping the railing tight and wavering side to side.

“S-s-sorry Muds,” 2D mumbled, but Murdoc was already halfway down the stairs. Noodle was waiting at the bottom in to foyer, tapping away on her phone. He looked up briefly as Murdoc ambled down the final few steps and began fighting with the shoe rack.

“You alright there, Muds? Lost your heels?” she asked. “Or maybe you’re trying to steal mine again?”

With a grunt, he ignored her and pulled out his Cuban heels. Trying to put them on as normal, was useless so instead he sat at the bottom of the staircase like a child to wiggle them on one at a time. Noodle giggled a little and Murdoc sent her a murderous glare. It didn’t faze her. He took to staring at his shoes with vitriol.

“You ready to go then, D?” Noodle asked. Murdoc could hear 2D traipsing down the stairs behind him and moved just in time for the singer to barrel through.

“Yeah I think so! You ready Muds?”

Murdoc grunted again and grabbed the keys off the hook above the shoe rack. 2D briefly looked worried before Murdoc tossed the keys to Noodle. “You drive Sprog; can’t have ol’ no-eyes drivin’ us off the road, can we?”

“Whatever you say Muds, let's just go.” They filed out the front door and down to the car. 2D stopped to wave up at Russ, who was looking much smaller, Murdoc noted. He was almost looking forward to when Russel could fit through the front door. The drummer was really the only one who could cook worth a damn and he was getting tired of boxed meals and being hungry. Russel waved back and continued with the book he had been reading.

Getting into the front seat Murdoc hunkered down. He could hear 2D complaining in the back seat that there was no legroom but didn't say anything. Noodle got in last and started up the car, flicking to a preferred radio station.

The mall was at least half an hour away so that left Murdoc a lot of time to think. And to sip from the flask in his jacket pocket.

Murdoc was no stranger to bad nights and even worse hangovers. Last night probably hadn’t even been the worst he’d ever had, but then there’d been the oven. The details were sketchy to him, but he could piece together what he’d probably been doing. He took another, larger pull from the flask, stared out the window, and lit another cigarette.

2D and Noodle were chattering in the background but Murdoc didn’t join in. There was a pinching anxiety in his gut, crawling up into his chest and settling in his throat. His fingers itched to hold his bass. Why the fuck had he agreed to come out today?

“Oi Muds, gimmie a ciggie?” 2D all but shouted right in his ear. Murdoc jumped out of his skin, cigarette falling into his lap and burning a hole in his already tattered jeans.

“Fuckin’ Hell” he gasped, brushing the hot ash off his pants before it burned him for real. “Here, take it and fuck off.” Noodle gave him a weird look, probably surprised he hadn’t lashed out at the younger, but he was just too tired.

“Well we're here, everybody out!” Noodle called, cranking the parking brake and unlocking the doors. 2D cheered and leapt out, or he tried to, but he forgot to undo his seatbelt and had to fight with the thing. Murdoc rolled his eyes and exited slowly.

They wandered around the mall for a few hours. Noodle and 2D picked out some cute new toys for Katsu, and Murdoc almost got arrested for shoplifting a whole tank of turtles. He got out of it with a few autographed guard badges. 2D insisted they stop at a menswear shop so he could pick out a tie for his dad, which took 45 minutes too long and involved at least one near-strangulation event. It was mid-afternoon by the time they made their way to the food court.

“Finally, we reach the point of this entire misadventure,” Murdoc groused as they waited in line. 2D bounced on the balls of his feet excitedly wringing his hands.

“What are you gonna get Muds? I don’t know if I should get strawberry or maybe chocolate and strawberry or what about—” Murdoc punched him in the arm, shutting him up. Stu glared but didn't’ say anything.

“Well I want pistachio,” Noodle said. They were at the front of the line and Murdoc stepped forward.

“Pistachio for the girl, vanilla for the idiot, and rrrrrocky road for me,” he orders. 2D made a fuss behind him.

“Murdoc I didn’t want vanilla I wanted— ouch!”

“Murdoc behave. I’ll share some of mine with you Toochie.” Noodle offered. Murdoc could hear 2D whining about not liking pistachio flavouring but tuned him out. He was too sober for this. So he took out his flask and took all but the last sip.

Ice cream in hand the three band members walked back to the car. Noodle and 2D were gabbing again and Murdoc was lagging behind. Ice cream gone, there wasn’t much reason for him to be hanging around, other than to get a ride home. His bad mood from earlier was coming back with vengeance, and even the fading sweetness of, admittedly good, ice cream couldn’t sooth it. Noodles high-pitched giggles and 2D’s grating, muddled speech dug into his brain like a kid in the candy bowl at Halloween. The turtle debacle had been a good time, but it wasn’t enough to distract from the clawing, crawling feeling under his skin. It was probably time to finish off that last sip of whatever he had in his flask.

“What do you think Murdoc? Noodle says my dad doesn’t wear ties but I think maybe if he had one he might wear it, so I got this one but then it’s kinda ugly and—” Did he ever shut up ?

“Do you remember where we parked Murdoc? I can’t see the jeep over all these other cars,” Noodle asked jumping up and down on her tippie toes. Her purse and jewellery jingled with each jump and made Murdoc’s ears twitch.

“—but my mom said she’d like him to dress a little smarter and I dunno if she means, like, more practical or neater so I thought maybe a tie would be good, but I don’t—” He was still going for the love of Satan! A car honked in the distance.

“Murdoc? Did you hear me? Muds?”

“For the love of—SHUT UP 2D!” Murdoc shouted, giving the singer a harsh kick to the leg. 2D shouted and toppled over, straight into Noodle.

Later Murdoc would realise it was like looking at the storyboards for one of their music videos. A still shot of 2D bumping into Noodle, another of Noodle stumbling backwards from the impact. Then another, of that damn minivan coming down the aisle, looking for a parking space and not looking for people falling into the laneway. The penultimate shot of the impact, and the surprised look on Noodle’s face. And finally, the image that would haunt him for years, Noodle, his guitarist, his daughter, on the ground, still and a little bloody. There was no sound, not 2D’s screaming, or the driver's frantic pleas. There was just silence and a sort of ringing, and the single thought running through his head over and over again.

I killed my daughter, I killed Noodle. I killed my daughter, I killed…

[2-d-ents]

THE LAST LIVING SOULS: GORILLAZ ZOMBIE AU

sorry for the small wait! kept rewriting this part. this is a bit of a slow chapter but i hope you still enjoy it nonetheless. i just wanted to introduce murdoc and 2D meeting and give a little glimpse at what the two will be up to. please let me know what you think!

PART ONE - MURDOC

PART DESCRIPTION:  2D recalls going into work to find his boss wants to eat him and is then knocked unconscious. He wakes later on to find himself face down on the concrete surrounded by zombies and being protected by a sharp tooth man.

PART 2 - 2D

Stuart couldn’t remember much. But he remembered he slept, and he had slept for days.

That’s what happened usually. He took one too many of his meds (either forgetting he had already taken them or just needing another bit) and passed out. To his parents, him taking one too many was like the boy who cried wolf. There wasn’t a point in an ER visit if he was just going to wake up with a headache.

He knew that this time it was two days. This time when he woke up there was no mum to scold him, no dad to tell him what he missed or if he was fired for missing work. He had just gotten the new gig at Uncle Norm’s Organ Emporium and he knew he couldn’t fuck this one up like he had the others.

He remembered at this point he eyeballed it and assumed everything was fine in his absence. He pushed his body off of the floor, stumbling over his own legs. He walked throughout his house, yelling for his mum and his dad but to a strange surprise there was no response. A date day, maybe, Stuart thought to himself then. He couldn’t be late, so instead he sloppily tied his tie and shoved his day clothes into a backpack along with his meds, beginning his commute.

It may have seemed as if Stuart had thought that there was absolutely nothing wrong with street lamps toppled over each other and cars crashed into stores but even he wasn’t that dim. He remembered staring down at his hands together, nervously twiddling his thumbs he let his long legs be his advantage and walked as fast as he could to Norm’s.

He remembered walking in and nervously tightening his tie and letting his eyes wander to find Norm.

He remembered finding Norm.

He remembered the strange noise bellowing for Norm’s round belly.

He remembered yelling and his back against the stone wall. He had seen enough zombie movies in his lifetime to know what was happening right now but he couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe all the times that he had laughed out loud at a person on screen being eaten alive and how that was about to be him. It was starting to make him laugh, but not in the way he wanted.

And somehow he remembered that car coming through the window, coming right into contact with his face.

So how did he end up here? How on Earth did he end up this way, face down on the concrete? Stuart could hardly bare the heaviness of his face, the ache that it sent through his head. He could feel scratches on his face, he could smell blood mixed with asphalt. He stifled a cough to kickstart some sort of regular breathing pattern again.

That gurgling noise Norm was making was still there, but twice as loud. Maybe he never left? Stuart dragged his long arms forward to press his chest up off the ground and got into a sitting position as soon as he regained the ability to move his legs. His eyes felt so swollen he didn’t bother to open them yet. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was expecting to see or feel, but the minute he let his eyes see a sliver of light there was no pain in moving his eyelids. It was just a pain, no matter what he did.Stuart allowed them to open all the way, too dazed to do absolutely anything to help the situation he could see he was openly in at the moment.

It explained the vast amount of snarls and teeth grinding at least. There were at least ten or twelve of Norm’s new brethren right before him, staggering over to them slowly.

How did he know it was a “them” rather than just himself? There was an overwhelming presence of someone else near him, being confirmed just as he heard a gunshot and another one of the zombies hitting the ground. Stuart began to stand up, looking over his shoulder at the source of the shot.

There stood a tan man, his hands held out in front of him to aim his gun properly. His eyes averted from the group to Stuart, his red eye made his expression all the more surprised. His mouth opened giving a grin. His teeth were strangely sharp. Did he get them shaved down like that? That musta hurt…

“You’re awake! Thought you would eventually. As much as I am fully capable of doing this on my own I think we can get on our way faster if you pick up your hald of the job, don’t you think?” The man was chuckling. How could he be chuckling in a situation like this? Stuart blinked several times before letting his eyes drift back to the zombies. They were coming rather close to the two and the car now.

“Well don’t just stand there! There’s another gun in the back seat of the car!”

Stuart nodded his head repeatedly even after he left to the car. He threw open the back door of the car, stepping in to dig around for the gun and some more bullets. If this man has seen any zombie movies, he has to know he’s gotta get better guns than these… Needs an automatic or something… Stuart thought as he grabbed the small revolver. Guns probably weren’t easy to come by now if what was left of the population was fighting over them to survive.

He stuck one of his lanky legs out of the car, ready to get back to help, yet his own reflection. His eyes widened, his new eyes widened. Stuart couldn’t pull his gaze away from himself. What were once sky blue eyes were now as dark as the night sky. There was no light in his eyes. He couldn’t even conceive how this could have happened to him. He pushed himself closer to the rearview mirror by propping his hands onto the arms of the front seats, mouth agape in shock. He could guess from the large hole in the windshield of the car and the spot of blood beyond the sharp-toothed man this was where his body had flew out of the car, landing him where he had awoke.

“Oi! I could kinda use your help over here! Are those two dents in your head slowing you down that much? Really?”

Stuart shook himself back into reality. Despite the man (probably) saving his life, he had to give Stuart a break for being out of mind. He had just been hit in the head twice (as the man had just stated himself, meaning he was fully aware of how much Stuart’s head was in pain).

He planted his two feet firmly onto the concrete, jogging over to the man. He towered over the man, not realizing until he stood next to him how much taller he was than him. Stuart could tell from the look the man gave him that he had too noticed this fact and wasn’t very happy about it. “This is loaded already, ‘innit? I haven’t ever shot a gun before,” Stuart admitted to the other. The man nodded his head and continued to shoot, his feet beginning to shift back as the group came closer. He had done a great deal of work since Stuart had taken his attention away. Now there were only  left.

Stuart held the gun before him, shutting one eye in hopes it would give him a better aim. He wasn’t particularly sure how many bullets he had, and wasn’t hoping to waste any for this reason. It was only when he was scared to death that he actually thought properly rather than do everything in haste and without much hesitation.

He pointed at the head of one of them and pulled the trigger, aiming a little too left. He whimpered, shifting his arms slightly to get a clear headshot. He was surprising himself with his shot, feeling as if he was a natural when he shot another. The other man stopped shooting, looking up at Stuart as he cleared the field. It took a moment to aim, but soon enough he was shooting without problem.

“You’re a fucking liar, aren’t you? You’ve got to have shot a gun before, right?” Stuart wasn’t sure how to respond to his question when the gun began to click when he pulled the trigger. There were only two of them left. He looked at the other with  a terrified expression.

“We’re going to die now aren’t we? It was nice to meet you but I think this is our end,” Stuart replied dramatically. The man rolled his eyes at Stuart, turning on his heel and walking back to the car.

“We aren’t going to die, knobhead. These ones are walkers, they aren’t going to get to us anytime soon so I’m going to them.” The man shouted back as he opened the trunk of the car. “So your skill can be guns, you’ll do the shooting. Surprised with you, two dents, that you can even shoot straight. I’ll stick to my skill, so I’ll be doing all the headbashing, yeah?”

Stuart wasn’t entirely sure what he was talking about until he pulled the giant axe out of the trunk. The man sauntered forward, looking incredibly relaxed as he made his way over to the two flesh-eaters. Stuart let the gun fall to the ground as he lifted his hands up to cover his face. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to watch this man walk to his death, but he kept an eye open for the hope that that wasn’t going to happen or if for some reason he undoubtedly had to intervene.

It didn’t deem to be necessary as with swift movement the man lifted the axe to one, chopping its’ head clean off. The other started at the head that rolled to the ground, giving prime time for another clean swing at the head. The bodies stood for a moment before crashing to the ground, their black blood spewing just near Stuart’s own bloody mess. He knew there had to be some kind of metaphor with this, but he chose to think about it another time.

“I’m Murdoc Niccals, Satanist and zombie killer extraordinaire. Well, as far as I know I am since I’m the only one I’ve seen that’s been killing any. The pleasure is all mine, Stu Pot,” the man snickered as he said Stuart’s name. “Now that’s a lousy name, two dents. Do they call you anything else? That’s just a God awful name, I’m sorry mate.”

Stuart was unsure how to reply to Murdoc as was the ongoing case everytime he had said something to him. He wasn’t sure if he was stunned or just trying to process the information. Maybe even both. “It’s- It’s a pleasure, Mr. Murdoc.” Murdoc began to walk past Stuart to the car, wagging his finger in the air to signal Stuart to follow. Stuart began to jog forward, getting to the passenger's seat of the car. “You could call me that if you like then. Two dents. Two-Dee. It’s got a nice ring to it I suppose, yeah.”

“All right, 2D is it then. Because I sure as hell don’t want to be calling you Stu Pot ever again. Makes me feel more sorry for you than I already do because of the look of you now.” Murdoc put the keys into the ignition, taking a deep breath. “Damn, going to have to find a new car that the fuckers can’t get their grubby hands into. The hole in the windshield just makes us too damn vulnerable now…”

“Wait, d-don’t change the subject Mr. Murdoc,” Stuart stuttered out. “You mean to not apologize or say to me that my body flew through the windshield? You ain’t even going to apologize for, well, my face?”

“It woke you out of that three day coma, didn’t it? The blow to your face was not my fault! Your face was in the way of my car,” Murdoc laughed at his own joke, a laugh that could only belong to Murdoc 2D realized after hearing it so many times now. “But I will admit I should have probably buckled in an almost dead body that was sitting in the back seat. That is my bad, I will admit to that. At least I grabbed your backpack? That counts for something so you can have your strangely large amount of pills and we can get you out of that sodding suit. But can’t keep sulking now, can we? You’re alive in circumstances where there is a high chance of you being dead! Celebrate a bit more, won’t you? Now let’s go find a new car.”

“Promise you won’t hit me with this new one?” 2D groaned, turning away from Murdoc and staring out the window. He didn’t want to admit this as a 19 year old man who had spent most of his life watching zombie movies, but he felt completely lost in a world that was practically made for him.    

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UHHH... A DRABBLE ABOUT GRAHAM

Murdoc Niccals ram raided Uncle Norm’s Keyboard Emporium in the spring of 1997, hitting the young Stuart Pot with his stolen Vauxhall Astra. This is common knowledge to almost everyone with a connection to the media these days. It was this fateful crash which formed the initial duo of Niccals and Pot, the founders of Gorillaz. It’s almost exactly twenty years later, and with Humanz still fresh in the charts, the fifty year old bassist wants to take a walk - or a drive - down memory lane.

“It’s illegal.” 2D frowns, clutching onto his seatbelt, anxiously.

“So what? I’m a celebrity, mate. I’m above the law.” Murdoc responds, revving the engine of his newly joyridden Ford Fiesta. “Besides, we’ve already broken it just by getting into this ugly shack of a car. You’re a criminal, now.”

“What if we hit someone? I don’t wanna do-”

“Shut up. Let’s just get going, alright? The adrenaline’ll bring you round.”

With that, the car speeds off down the road. London has a fairly high crime rate, because it’s so full of people. Murdoc believes this is the best way to blend into the crowd. Zooming around the streets of Westminster, they begin approaching a high street full of shops.

“Why are we doing this? Seriously, stop-” 2D shuts his eyes.

“It’s just a nice little blast to the past! You can be such a killjoy sometimes, 2D. Honestly. Now, hold on or you’re gonna become 3D in a minute.”

The car gets faster and faster, and the shop front gets closer and closer. It’s not a music shop, though. Instead, Murdoc’s decided to target a florist. As they’re about to hit the glass, a distracted blue-haired teenager dives behind the cashier desk.

Petals and glass fly across the room and smoke rises from the engine of the car. Murdoc is cheering. 2D bites his lip, refusing to open his eyes again.

“Wasn’t that a fucking thrill? I could get back into this lifestyle! What do you reckon, 2D?”

2D is speechless. He’s trying to pretend he’s not here and that he’s somewhere else, somewhere that doesn’t mimic his own traumatic experience.

The blue-haired teenager peeks out from behind the desk.

“I’m calling the police.” He chokes out, the smoke from the wrecked Fort Fiesta making its way into his lungs. Murdoc’s cheering falls flat as he sees the boy’s face, and he’s completely silent for a moment.

“...Oh Satan, forgive me.” He mutters, under his breath.

“What?” 2D’s eyes open, and the first thing he sees is the boy behind the counter.

The boy looks at the two men through the broken windshield. Wide-eyed, he puts down the phone.

“Fucking hell, are you Murdoc?” He doesn’t need an answer, because the green skin is a dead giveaway.

“And who are you, the ghost of my bloody christmas past?” Murdoc replies, in much less of a snarky tone than he intends.

“I’m… I just work here. You’re Gorillaz.”

“So what?”

Before the boy can respond, 2D climbs out of the car.

“I don’t get what’s going on between the two of you. Do you know eachother?” He pauses, “Do you go to crochet club together?”

“He looks just like our old guitarist. He looks like you, as well, with that ruddy hair colour.” Murdoc stammers. “Did- did I drink anything before we came here?”

“What old guitarist? What- Paula?”

The boy jumps a little at the mention of the name.

“That’s what my mum’s called.”

“What?” Murdoc and 2D exclaim in unison.

“Are you having me on? Why did you crash into here, anyway? What do you want?” The boy is visibly anxious, so 2D whips out his phone. He stands there, looking through it with every attention to detail, before he stops and holds it up. There is a picture of him, twenty years younger, smiling with his arm around a black haired woman’s shoulders.

“Does she look like that?”

“Why on earth did you keep pictures of her?” Murdoc exclaims, crossing his arms.

“I… Guess I must’ve saved it at some point. Why does it matter? I’m.. I’m just checking.” 2D defends, before turning back to the boy. He looks as if he’s about to pass out.

“So, like… Is there any reason why this is such a big deal? Who’s my mum to you lot?” The boy raises an eyebrow.

“Who’s your mum to us? She was our first guitarist.”

“So you come in here and wreck the shop I work at, and then you tell me you knew my mum?” The boy seems skeptical. “Is this a joke? Is there a camera or something, somewhere?”

“Oh, no,” Murdoc raises his hands, “This is all just a twist of fate. But yes, we knew your mother… very well.” 2D glares at Murdoc. “What’s your name, eh?”

“Graham. She hates you guys. I thought it was just cuz she wasn’t into your music, but… Come on, tell me. Why did she leave?” The boy questions, still not entirely convinced.

“She was 2D’s old girlfriend.” Murdoc laughs. 2D nudges him, frustrated. “Can I ask you something?”

“What?” Graham tilts his head.

“What’s your natural hair colour?”

Graham stands there and thinks for a moment. Realisation seems to dawn on him after about a minute.

“You’re fucking joking, right? I’ll call the police, I swear.”

“2D, mate, you said you’d pay child support.” Murdoc goes back to teasing 2D.

“I didn’t know!” 2D fidgets on the spot, suddenly incapable of looking anywhere near Graham.

“This is all happening too fast. You have to be kidding. You have to. This shit doesn’t just… happen.”

“Listen, do you have your mum’s number? You must be, what, eighteen? Let’s give her a ring.” Murdoc gestures forwards, asking for Graham’s phone.

“Let’s not.” 2D mutters. Graham hands his phone over anyway, having dialled the number. Murdoc takes the phone and waits a few seconds for the dial tone to pass, before hearing a voice on the other end.

“Paula! Paula Cracker. You remember me, don’t you? Mudsy? Your good old friend?”

He pauses.

“Well, he let me use his phone. Right- Well- L- Paula, babe, let me get a word in- What do you mean?! No, it was completely by accident. See, we crashed our car into- No, he’s fine! Listen, let me ask you a question. Paula! Listen- I know it’s been decades- Just- Bloody hell. Who’s Graham’s dad?”

He pauses again. 2D and Graham stare at Murdoc, waiting for his next reaction.

“She hung up.” Murdoc gives the phone back over, shrugging. “I was right, though. See! I was right! Told you!” He cheers, oddly child-like.

“What do you mean, you were right?” Graham asks, chewing on his fingernails now.

“This idiot right here, well, he’s your father.”