#stu pot imagines

[junotter]

Pretty sure that between takes he was mercilessly attacked by the cast and crew

[dreamties]

i just watched serial mom yesterday and matthew lillard is in it lol

his character, chip, is also supes obsessed with horror !!!!! we get to see his room a bunch in the film and it's like covered wall to wall in posters and other horror/spooky decor and im totes using it as inspo for whenever the next time is that i write stuff taking place in stu's room hehe >:)

[felix-the-creature]

In my personal headcanon I like to think of blur as Stu's little britpop project he had going before getting hit in the head by a certain car and by the time he was brought around again by the same car he'd lost all memory of it and that's why he never talks about his past band

[reimenaashelyee]

Campaign to make The God of Arepo an award winning work and win a literal brick as a trophy for the authors and for Tumblr community as a whole (SUCCEEDED!!!! Update below)

As the artist for one of The God of Arepo comics, my version is up for consideration for the Ignatz Awards for Outstanding Online Comic.

For those of you who don't know the Ignatz is one of the highest industry awards that "recognize outstanding achievements in comics and cartooning by small press creators or creator-owned projects published by larger publishers".

The thing is, winning the award means winning an actual literal brick. Because the mascot is a brick-throwing mouse. So they have to make a bit where the trophy is a brick. Like. Look.

For a long time I thought it was just plain bricks they were handing out, but my friend who won a couple of bricks two years ago had theirs stamped (I saw the bricks in person at their house). So now I am obsessed with the idea of The God of Arepo winning an Ignatz trophy. It will have the honours stamped. On a freaking brick. That's the most Tumblr level meme trophy this comic/story could win (which is also a legit high honour industry award on its own btw don't get me wrong). But wilder than that, the brick allows me to do something. It allows me to smash that break into 5 pieces and ship one of each to the authors plus myself. Writing Prompts, sadoeuphemist, ciiriianan, stu-pot and me will get a piece of clay in recognition for our work with the farmer who built a temple out of stone. The full circle moment.

Imagine the value of this win to the lore of this Tumblr sacred text/folklore. This brick will be smashed and given to the creators, but as a collective folklore, it's also dedicated to all of us on this hellsite too. AWARD WINNING. If The God of Arepo wins I will document the entire process of smashing that brick here.

But we have to make this happen. We need to gather our collective energy and make this campaign work. Please help make The God of Arepo an award-winning story and vote for it in the Outstanding Online Comic category (link). You will need to request a ballot, then submit your vote. I recommend checking out the other nominated comics too. The Ignatz really shortlists good stuff. The voting closes September 8 2023 . LET'S GET THE GOD OF AREPO A BRICK FOR HIS TEMPLE!! LET'S GO!!!! REBLOGS HELP TOO!!

[gatorbites-imagines]

yoo whats up i have a request for you, poly ghostface x male reader who has quite the similar personality to stu, but the reader is a metalhead, especially into death metal. he has like hella long hair and a massive cd stash (maybe even a pot stash too..) i dont really mind if it takes place before or during the kills, but billy & stu are like highly intrigued by all of the gorey album covers + shirts and how he's a bit gore obsessed. thanks my dude

Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x male reader

Headcanons

I haven’t written for these two in a while, sorry it took a while for me to answer this request lmao.

-          Now in the beginning the three of you probably weren’t friends, maybe you were Stus friend since you have such similar personalities, and that you are kinda an outsider being a metalhead in a town like Woodsboro.

-          There is definingly a lot who looks down on you for how you dress, how long your hair is, or your interest in the darker things like horror movies, dark cd covers, etc.

-          But as you get closet to Stu by extension you get closer to Billy, and in the beginning, Billy would just put up with being around you, since he and Stu are most likely already dating, and Stu seems to really like you.

-          Then they visit your place and see just how cool your room is, with your huge collection of CDs, band t-shirts, posters and alike. Billy would immediately be interested in your CDs with darker covers, if I remember correctly there’s even covers out there with real bodies on them, so if you had those Billy would find them very cool.

 -          So, you end up close to both of them, and as time passes it develops into more. It would probably be Stu who fell for you first, and at some point, Billy reluctantly admits he’s fallen for you too.

-          You would not pick up on any of their attempts at flirting since your kinda daft at times, but that’s okay, they like that about you. They would start out more subtle with their flirting, at least Billy would, I don’t think Stu has a subtle bone in his body when it comes to people he likes.

-          When you just think they’re extra friendly no matter how much they try to give you hints, cuz it’s the 90s so just telling a guy you like em probably isn’t that easy, even though Billy and Stu are already together, they both wanna bang their heads against the wall.

-          I could imagine it finally clicking one night when the three of you are smoking together, using the stuff you have, so your all kinda high, and I get the feeling Stu is the giddy giggly kind, whilst Billy is more the calm and thinking kinda high.

-          You would be laying with your lap in Stu’s lap as he plays with your hair, the guy talking about how pretty it is and asking what kinda soap you use to get it this soft.

-          Then at some point Stu would just look at you and state that he really wants to kiss you, and since you are also high and have had feelings for the two you jokingly tell him to go for it.

 -          Stu being well, Stu, leans down and kisses you. You kiss him back just as enthusiastically, arms thrown around his neck and pulling him down till Stu is also bent in half cuz your still in his lap.

-          Billy just sits and watches as you go from kissing to full on making out, and before the three of you know it, you’re sitting in Stu’s lap and his hands are up your shirt. At some point Billy scoots his way over, pushes your hair to the side and kisses your neck.

-          Pulling back from the kiss, Stu confesses in a very Stu kinda way, aka he just says, “I love you man, I wanna be your boyfriend” and you just say you love him too, and Billy. Billy just chuckles a little and says he loves you guys too, and the rest is history.

-          The three of you wouldn’t be out to the public about being together, seeing as Billy and Stu weren’t out before, but you get “friendlier” aka you start hanging out with them more between classes, you wrap an arm around each other or lean against one another, those kinda things,

 -          When the killings happen, you are one of the top suspects, because you are an outsider and weirdo to the townspeople. You end up having a good alibi though, having been at work in the record and CD shop in town.

-          It doesn’t stop the rumors though and people look down on you even more than usual, but Billy and Stu stay.

-          I have a feeling you would discover they were the killers, and right when they worry about having to kill you or you freaking out, you just give them a lazy grin and ask to join.

-          They fall in love with you even more and now there are three ghostfaces, I could see you listening to music when killing too, which Billy tells you not to do, but Stu will sit beside you and listen to it too between killings.

-          A night of massacres always ends up with the three back at one of your guys places, cuddling and maybe smoking and maybe more If you are all in the mood.

-          You end up converting them to like your kind of music, so Billy and Stu can regularly be caught borrowing CDs from your collection, or adding more of their own when they find some you don’t already have.

-          You’re a group of murder boyfriends who are all stupidly sweet on each other, and Billy has the braincell for the most part, but he loves you guys anyways.

[theorphicangel]

now playing…𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 | miguel x fem!reader

track 002 on ANGEL’S PLAYLIST

“I’ve never known someone like you…tangled in love, stuck by you from the glue.”

Stuck.

Like your favorite magnet souvenir from your trip to Madeira that you won’t dare separate from the fridge. Or like the one time, when he was younger, he jokingly dared Gabriel to lick an icy pole resulting in his tongue getting stuck.

Back then he got so much shit for it. As a punishment, his mother forced him to go out and shovel out snow for the neighbors for free. He called Gabi an idiot for listening to him in the first place back then but they both laugh about it now.

What he’s trying to get at is that he’s stuck.

Well and truly stuck.

Like a fly that flies too close to a spider’s web, realizing too late how close he is and in a blink finds himself in numerous sticky knots.

Miguel’s moment of realization happened on a random thursday. A Thursday which you chose to come and spend with him. It was late, at least it was for you. He remembers when you had described your routine to him, start to finish. You said that sometimes as early as nine you’d be in bed, he scrunches up his nose at the thought – his insomnia immediately rejecting that notion.

So you sitting on his kitchen counter in an old t-shirt of his at 11pm seemed to be a complete anomaly. You keep him company as he cooks a tomato risotto. Your favorite. Gently, he stirs the dish as he silently listens, legs swinging as you ramble about practically anything and everything.

You ended up staying over that night.

And that’s when he realized he was stu–

No, that isn’t the right word…he thinks more glued.

Inseparable.

That’s a word that he would’ve never expected to be using. Not for someone like him; someone who began to grow accustomed to the idea of spending the rest of his life alone. A single coffee mug in his cupboards and a lonely toothbrush in a pot almost became a permanent portrayal of his life.

Almost.

Now you’ve infiltrated his life. His old, coffee stained mug was thrown out and replaced by a matching set. One for him and one for you. Now, his toothbrush shares a space with yours. One that he couldn’t help buying after the first time you stayed over. ‘Just in case’ he told himself, concealing his incessant craving for you to stay over again.

But now, he can’t even imagine falling asleep without you. You’ve quietly noticed how he can’t sleep unless he’s touching you. Either an arm around your waist or a leg hitched over your thighs as you lay in his arms.

After a couple of months, Miguel makes space for you to come in, letting the glue set between you. Now a makeup brush lives next to his bathroom sink, your socks now get mixed up with his, his hoodies are suddenly disappearing and on multiple occasions you’ve accidentally left behind an earring or two on his couch. Now, a small jewelry bowl of your lost pairs is kept on his bedside table, if one day you ever come looking for them again.

Now, he’s ordered your favorite book after you read a few pages to him one night. Your soothing voice leading him to become invested in the plot. Now, he begins to decorate his once soulless apartment, letting you pick and choose what looks best on his walls. Now, he’s thinking about a day in the far future where you buy your first house together.

With each and every waking second that you spend around him the bond he feels grows stronger. He’s captivated, the door to his soul – for the first time – is open by no more than an inch.

At first he panicked at the loss of control. Like the fly on the web. He didn’t think he was capable of loving someone. Insecurity poking and prodding at him every hour of the day. He was afraid of messing up. So afraid that at one point he ended up pushing you away, deciding to break the bond himself. The idea of being glued to you scared him immensely. What if he messed up? What if one day you’ll part, no longer wishing to be glued to him anymore? His thoughts plagued him, following him around like a lost puppy.

It took him a while to grow out of it, to the point where Gabriel had to come over and talk some sense into him.

But…that was back then.

If you asked him how he feels right now, as you lay in his arms for the nth time, everything feels right.

And suddenly…

he doesn’t think the idea of being glued to you is that bad anymore.

reblogs are much appreciated!

[tricks-tickles]

Wild Lines

got inspired by dannys comment on some art i did so uh here

(tiny disclaimer: also there are some slighty suggestive implications here BUT i didn’t mean for them to be sexual at all! i imagine the boys are 13/14 here so its just teenagers being teenagers but if that makes u uncomfortable pls feel free to skip)

word count: 1264

pairing: Ler!Craig/Lee!Tweek

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“-and I just- ERK- feel bad for him? Like if I had to g-guard the stick and I LOST it? I would- GEUHH- probably die!” 

Tweek and Craig stood in the latter’s bedroom. It was a pale morning, the sun was weakly streaming through Craig’s space-patterned curtains as he stifled a yawn, adjusting his cape. Tweek had slept at his the night before, and they were now getting ready to join the rest of their friends in playing the Stick of Truth. Tweek twitched, worrying over the day before where Clyde had let the stick be taken by the Elves, and was thus banished by the Wizard Cartman from time and space. His lack of a morning coffee was only exacerbating these nerves.

“Yeah, but there's nothing you can do, honey,” Craig responded, neither noticing the nickname as he half-heartedly searched for his hat. 

“Still feel bad,” Tweek muttered. “ARG!! I can’t do this stu-stupid paint!” 

Tweek had been attempting to draw the Barbarian markings on his arms for almost 10 minutes now, but each time his hands had shaken so violently he’d ended up with wildly spiky lines and a dozen ruined attempts. 

“How did I do this yesterday...” He said, gripping his hair in frustration. Craig found his hat next to Tweek, securing it to his head, and hummed in response.

“Do you want me to do it for you?” He said, not registering his own words until Tweek’s eyes snapped up to his, paintbrush still hovering over his arm. 

“Would you?!” Tweek replied, rocking forward to peer at Craig, who felt his face heat up a little at how close they were. He wasn’t sure where they stood, relationship-wise. They were ‘pretending’ to be together for the good of South Park, but lately, they’d been getting a little closer behind closed doors. Craig had given up limiting his pet names to the public only, and they’d just became like nicknames to the boys. Still, Craig would feel butterflies erupt in his stomach whenever Tweek got a little too close to be strictly platonic.

“Uh,” He said, trying to act like he hadn’t lost his train of thought, “Sure?” 

Tweek handed Craig the paintbrush and held out his arm. Gently holding his wrist (and ignoring how his insides squirmed at the touch), Craig swirled the brush around the pot of dark paint on the dresser and slid it over the jagged edges of Tweek’s attempt, smoothing them out. 

It was almost therapeutic. After he got over the initial wave of embarrassment at their proximity, drawing the markings became incredibly relaxing. That was until he reached Tweek’s torso. He started on his ribs, remembering how the stripe had cut across them yesterday, and drew a smooth line up. Or he would have, had Tweek not gasped and stumbled backward, cutting him off.

“Tweek?” He said, concerned.

“GAH- I-I’m okay! You just- EURGH- startled me! That’s all.” He squeaked suspiciously.

“Sure…” Craig muttered, placing the brush back on his chest and noting the full-body shiver that ran through him.

He tried to paint the line, but Tweek’s twitching made him grind his teeth in frustration as he started messing up the lines too. Tweek had been fine when it was his arm, why was he so nervous about his chest? 

Maybe it’s me, Craig thought. Maybe I’m making him uncomfortable, and he doesn’t know how to tell me? He sighed and started filling in the wider section at Tweek’s side, hoping that he wasn’t making him feel too awkward when Tweek suddenly gripped Craig’s cape tightly and made a strained noise. He looked up and panicked when he saw that Tweek’s face was bright red and screwed up. 

“...Tweek?” He said, again. 

“I’m fine!” Tweek shouted, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling. “Just keep g-gOING!”

If I’m making you that uncomfortable-, he thought before shaking his head and resolving to finish quicker. He started again with the short light strokes on Tweek’s side, then unbeknownst to him, the dam broke.

“Craig!” Tweek squealed, “It- ACK- tihihicklehes!” He shook his head as the giggles finally spilled out of him.

Craig stopped dead. Tickles? This whole time I’ve been thinking I’m making him uncomfortable and that he hates how close I am and he was too stressed to say anything- and I was just tickling him? He balked at Tweek, who covered his face in embarrassment. 

“And you didn’t think to say anything?” He deadpanned.

“Sorry,” Tweek said, still covering his face. 

Craig hummed, then eyed the vulnerable position Tweek was putting himself in. He wasn’t exactly mad at Tweek, but the idea of revenge did sound nice. He set the paintbrush down on the dresser, then lifted his hands, hovering them above Tweek’s sides before diving in. 

Tweek jumped, squirming from the surprise attack.

“Crahaihihihg!” He giggled. 

“Yes, babe?” He said innocently, pinching along Tweek’s sides.

Tweek squeaked, curling in on himself while his hands gripped Craig’s cape and tugged on it.

"Nohoho!"

Craig shifted, moving his hands to wiggle softly over Tweek’s stomach. He stumbled backwards, still holding Craig’s cape and bringing him down with him as Tweek fell onto Craig’s bed.

He paused for a second, letting Tweek catch his breath as he considered their position. Tweek lay on his back, his legs sprawled around Craig, who was kneeling in between his thighs. He felt his face heat up and distracted himself by grabbing Tweek’s hips, which were exposed due to his costume's lack of a shirt. He squeezed, wiggling his thumbs into the divots of the bones.

Tweek squealed, tipping his head back in laughter.

“CRAHAHAIHIHIG!” He cried, gently hitting Craig’s shoulders as he kicked his legs uselessly.

“What?” He teased, “Can the Barbarian not handle the tickles?” 

Tweek’s face flushed red, one hand shooting up to cover his face, smearing the already smudged paint. 

“IHIHI’LL- URGH- KIHIHIHILL YOHOHUHUHU!” He laughed, grabbing Craig’s forearms. 

Tweek was stronger than Craig, objectively, but he made no move to stop his hands from reaching up to skitter along his sides and gently scratching at the base of his ribs. 

Tweek started to hiccup in his laughter, squeezing Craig’s arms. He leaned forwards, glancing up at Tweek’s face for a moment. His eyes were screwed shut, his cheeks a rosy red, and his face split wide in a toothy smile that made Craig’s heart skip a beat. Cute… he thought, then shook his head and pressed his lips to Tweek’s stomach, blowing a raspberry.

That was the wrong move as Tweek suddenly regained his strength and launched forwards, knocking the two of them off the bed and onto the (thankfully carpeted) floor. 

Shit.

Craig’s heart pounded, Tweek loomed over him, his fingers twitching as he searched for where to start his revenge. But their position… Tweek straddling Craig’s waist, crouching over him, his warm hands crawling under Craig’s shirt… His face burned, and in a moment of panic he cried,

“Wait!”

Tweek paused, and in his eyes, Craig truly saw the Barbarian Tweek was playing, that wild stare- and his insides turned to mush.

“If- if you tick- uh, get revenge on me I won’t do your paint.” He said in a rush.

Tweek hummed and twitched a little. After a moment’s deliberation, he sat back, letting Craig up.

“Fine.” He said.

Craig sighed in relief and picked up the paintbrush, ready to correct what had been smudged in their antics when Tweek added, “I’ll just- ACK- get you back when you l-least expect, babe.”

Shit. It was going to be a long day.

[blurrymango]

I need to hear your thoughts on shota Stu immediately he’s so stupid I need to do awful things to him

Actually no. Hello anon.

Imagine if you will some type of kingdom or fantasy AU. Something in which Stu is a prince, or, a princess who wants to be a prince. And Murdoc is a knight assigned to protect him, basically watch over him 24/7 because this kid is dumb as hell and the king and queen are worried that he might fall out off of something more risky than a tree.

And Murdoc is of course, annoyed. He's actually a spy sent to take down the damn kingdom. He doesn't want to be stuck babysitting a prince that he didn't even know about before he got to the castle. Stu is very mischievous and very sweet though, so like it's not exactly hard to become fond of the little idiot.

Eventually the castle is attacked, not even by the group that sent Murdoc. Now, he has no fondness for anyone there except Stuart, and shit's hitting the fan quick so he takes the boy gets the ffuck out of dodge. He could take the boy back to his group. But he knows for a fact they'd ruin this sheltered little idiot forever. Besides, he honestly wants to keep the lad to himself. And since not many people even know about the boy, with the severity of the attack, it's likely everyone who would want to be looking for the kid are dead.

So it's just Murdoc and Stu together traveling for a permanent and safe place to stay. Eventually they meet traveler merchant Russel and his companion Noodle. She's in Stu's age range, and very cute. But by that point Murdoc has nothing to worry about because Stu is very dependent on him and hopelessly in love. Russel is good enough company to be around in Murdoc's opinion so the four stick together for a while.

Though eventually Russel witnesses Murdoc and Stuart engaging in. Well let's not beat around the bush here. Sexual activities. Stuart riding Murdoc's cock like his life depends on it, both of them trying to be quiet but they're not quiet enough. Russ threatens Murdoc's life because obviously. So they have to leave and boom. Just Murdoc and Stu alone together again.

Obviously they eventually find a place to settle and be happy together. Or maybe they become seafarers. Or maybe Murdoc's previous association and then abandonment of a nefarious group comes back to bite him and therefore Stu in the ass and they both barely escape alive. And poor Stu is left blinded by the confrontation. But they have each other and that's all that matters.

I doubt this is as horny or tantalizing as you would have liked, anon. However. It's my blog. And I love AUs so. I'm sorry. But at the same time. Not sorry. But hey. Now we all get to think about Murdoc corrupting little Stu-Pot into the perfect wife as we all always already think about, but this time it's with a cool medieval coat of paint to it.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Gorillaz Teacher! AU Headcanons

🍎 Original headcanons ✏️

🏫 Ao3 version 🎒

Murdoc:

• Wait, how did he even get this job and why hasn't he been fired yet?

• Teaching is honestly just a shitty day job for him. Once he earns enough, he's quitting to become a famous rock star with his own band! He could see it now: fame, glory, girls. It sounds like a dream come true. But until he had the money to make that dream a reality, he was stuck as the school's social studies teacher.

• When he quits his job as an "educator", it's going to be very similar to the fuck you scene from the movie "Half Baked".

• He is disliked by the students in all of his classes.

• He has a habit of arriving 30 minutes late to class. Sometimes he'll show up completely sober, while other times he'll show up drunk.

• The pickle has WAY too many political views that he refuses to keep to himself.

• If Murdoc falls asleep at his desk, one of the kids might try to either draw a dick on his forehead and take a picture of it, or they might try to put a 'kick me' sign on his back. But they have to be EXTRA careful or they might wake up the grumpy goblin!

• If he does wake up, he'll be extremely mad and end up giving the whole class a pop quiz first thing tomorrow morning.

• He finds grading papers to be too difficult, so he doesn't bother doing it.

• The only time Murdoc actually teaches his class something about social studies is when the principal or some other important staff member walks into the room to see what's going on. Once they're gone, he goes straight back to sleep.

• He believes that Stuart Pot, the new music teacher at school, is an idiot. He decides to give him the nickname '2D' because he feels that the man is too dense. Murdoc has walked by Stuart's classroom a couple of times before and has overheard him and his students singing while he plays the piano. To hear more, he would usually place his ear against the door. He had to admit that the guy had some really nice vocals. Plus, he's tall, pretty, has blue hair, and both eyes! Murdoc makes a mental note to remember to make that Stu-Pot guy the front man of his future band once he gets the money he wants and decides to quit.

• Murdoc only tries to 'befriend" 2D because he's a music teacher and also because he wants him to be his future front man.

• When he learns that the teacher of the class with the highest test scores will receive a large bonus pay, he decides to change his style of "teaching", forcing the students in his class to study intensely for the upcoming test. However, the kids end up getting low scores.

• He has been embezzling money from the 9th grade bake sale.

2D/Stuart Pot:

• He is the new music teacher!

• He quickly becomes well-liked by students and co-workers.

• Stuart is a nice teacher who carries himself off as a goofy professional who knows what he's doing.

• Believes that every one of his students will become a great musician one day.

• At times, he enjoys teaching while music plays in the background.

• He may accidentally give students test answers when they ask for clarification on a question

• He will write original songs for his class to perform.

• Has an after-school club where he teaches students how to play piano, keyboards, and melodica.

• I can imagine him being an actual teacher in real life.

• Stuart is a bit terrified of Murdoc because one time, when the two were on lunch duty together, Murdoc was explaining to him a dream that he had last night where he launched his car through a music shop that Stu-Pot was apparently working at and had knocked one of his eyes out! “ Oh, uh, o-okay… W-Well, it’s a good thing you aren’t actually going to run me over with a real car, right?…RIGHT?!”

Noodle:

• She has a full real name, but prefers to be referred to as Noodle, which was a nickname she received in her childhood.

• The children generally call her Ms. Noodle.

• She's the teaching assistant for Stuart's class!

• She's kind because she helps everyone in the class who needs it, even the spoiled kids.

• She's in charge of the guitar club after-school!

• She really likes the guitar club since it provides a safe and fun environment for students to come together and enjoy music.

• She's a master at playing acoustic guitar and ukulele!

• You'll most likely find her in the teacher's lounge playing on her pink handheld game player while drinking tea and munching on the candy and snacks that they have in there.

• The teacher's lounge is her favorite room to be in for obvious reasons.

Russel:

• He's a no-nonsense math teacher who will joke around with his students from time to time, but then gets very serious with them when it comes to their grades.

• Mr. Hobbs is skilled at making math fun with a capital F!

• They didn’t do so well on a test? Not a problem! Russel will happily allow a student to retake it, as long as they go home and study.

• He will greet each student by their name when they enter his class.

• Russel has a general concern for his students and desires the best for all of them.

• His students can count on him being genuine

• Will bring treats for the class if they did really well on a quiz or test!

• Allows his students to use their phones once they have finished all their work.

• When his students throw him a surprise party in the classroom on his birthday, he breaks down in happy tears.

• Murdoc's classroom is situated across the hall from his own.

• Russel doesn't know why, but he feels that Mr. Niccals is teaching for all the wrong reasons.

• He really doesn't think Murdoc should be teaching teenagers, or really anyone. Russel couldn't think of anyone less qualified to be a teacher.

• Whenever he's in the teacher's lounge, he likes socializing with other teachers like 2D or Noodle, but never with Murdoc. Russel tries to avoid him.

[choccyhearts]

90's!Eddie Headcanons

Note: I always like imagining how Eddie would adapt with the 90's since it is lowkey very different from the 80's, so here's some random thoughts ^_^

CW:

Cut his hair around the beginning of the decade

I really couldn't tell you why my brain won't let this go, but I really believe that he would've thought that The Blair Witch Project was real (like not for a suuuper long time, but maybe before seeing it he would)

(But he would NOT have made that mistake again with Paranormal Activity in the 00's...totallyyyy...)

He prepared for Y2K "just in case"

He told the others that it was stupid and that people were all worked up over nothing

But did drag along a case of beans, beer and a first-aid kit with him to Steve's New Year's Eve party "just in case"

(He left his other favorite belongings in his van)

His precious van did sadly break down but that was okay cause he ended up just getting a new one instead :)

He refuses to not drive a van, honestly

Would maybe depart from that though if he had access to hearse

Despite being the rough around the edges metalhead he is, he would find a love for Britney Spears

Like ya know how today there's a collection of metalheads who love Carly Rae Jepsen and see her as their emotional support pop girly? That's what Britney is for him

Thought Scream was a masterpiece and forced the others to dress up as the characters with him for Halloween (you can take your guess as to who he was...)

(Stu, duh.)

Speaking of Halloween costumes, the older gang would also dress up as the Friends characters (because c'mon, these are yt ppl..) (He was Joey because he refused to be anyone else) (Yes him and Steve argued over it resulting in a coin toss to make the decision) (Steve was Ross)

He's def a Seinfeld>Friends kinda guy

He's also a Simpsons>Family Guy kinda guy

Fuckin' loves DunkAroos

Got lost at a Nirvana concert (this applies to both Rockstar!Eddie or regular Eddie)

Rockstar!Eddie and Corroded Coffin went on SNL

Eddie told Mike Myers he was hilarious but kept calling him "Michael" to be "respectful" (also cause he thought it was hilarious)

Got Adam Sandler's autograph for Steve

Isn't a fan of ICP or juggalos but can accept them from afar

(Is highkey thankful he went to high school in the 80's because otherwise he would've had some juggalos sitting at the Hellfire table)

Celebrated the beginning of his 30's with a bottle of champagne and a pack of DunkAroos

Would also mourn his 20s but not entirely

His first time using the Internet, he looked up porn

Not cause he was in the mood or anything, but just to see what was there

He's not allowed to use Steve's computer anymore

Embraced the younger ones' new phases :

Lucas styling himself after Will Smith in Fresh Prince (which btw not an Eddie hc but Lucas and Max dressed as Men in Black for Halloween on year, okay bye)

Max definitely embraced the grunge style of dress

El loving riot grrrl bands due to their boldness and unabashed expression of emotions (Eddie thinks it's badass)

The boys' love for video games surging due to history being made before their very eyes (Sonic, Crash, Super Mario 64, etc.)

Eddie gets high and watches Kevin Smith movies

Misses his long hair after watching Jay & Silent Bob :(

Likes Goosebumps books and collects them for his future children

The whole crew went to go see Space Jam expecting it to be really dumb and dopey

Everyone left with their lives changed

Forced Steve and Lucas to teach him basketball

It went exactly how you'd expect it go

Fell asleep watching Titanic at movie night

Freaked TFFF out when he got high and watched the Truman Show

Then let his fear subside and would make jokes

"Steve, move out of the way, you're blocking my good angle" *is staring at a plant pot*

Wants smoke with the Chucky doll

Tried growing out a small beard towards the end of the decade

Didn't really feel it, will try again in his 40s

Rockstar!Eddie bought Wayne a house in '95

Made sure the kitchen had lots of cupboard space

Eddie didn't cry until he was leaving after moving Wayne in

Wayne didn't cry until he started putting up picture frames of Eddie through out the years

Mechanic!Eddie saved up for a house for the two of them to rent

Either version Eddie got Wayne a black labrador

Wayne was your typical "I don't need a dog to worry about, messing up my furniture" type of man

They're attached at the hip after one day

"This Green Day isn't half bad"

Despite knowing that it isn't his first actual drink, Eddie is psyched to take Dustin out for his 21st birthday, just the two of them

Steve tracks them down, upset he wasn't the one to buy Dustin his first drink

Dustin doesn't even care as long as he isn't the one paying

This would be the decade that Eddie properly settles down with someone

Gets married early in the decade

Decides to have kids towards the end of the decade/early 00s

I'm gonna cap it here ^_^

[edmy]

[KEXP, 2022. Photos by Travis Trautt] Now these two... They really enliven my existence. It’s not an infatuation; beyond their physical appearance and amazing talent, I really admire them as human beings. Their work speaks volumes. What they do inspires me in so many ways... 

I don’t like calling them idols or putting them in a pedestal, I just love what they do. They’re very creative and multifaceted; I’m grateful they’re my contemporaries and that they’ve chosen music as a way of living. They’ve help me cope with my solastalgia. They have a clear political message and some of their songs are the soundtrack to my rage & despair. On the other hand, they give a lot of room for love & fun. So they also make me feel enraptured, they make me laugh and dance too much. Thanks to them, I’ve increased my vocabulary and broadened my horizons. I love them to the core of my soul.

Final note: King Gizzard is a collaborative project. I wouldn’t like to minimise the work of the other members, it wouldn’t be the same without them—they bring an specific flavour to the soup. However, if you check the credits, if you see them live, you would know that what these two bring into the pot it’s indispensable. I wouldn’t dare imagine the band without Joey or Cavs, but I simply know that without Amby or Stu, I wouldn’t be here saying that King Gizzard and The Lizard Wizard it’s my favourite band in the whole wide world.

[mauraxhoechlin]

Stu, DiDi, and Tommy Pickles from Rugrats. Oh my God, that's brilliant! I will definitely suggest that to my husband. Imagine him a giant thing of pudding and me a pot of gold?!

what ended up being the winner? i heard pudding and all i can think about is jell-o now so consider that an early idea for next year if you want to take that.

[demaparbatxgorillaz]

More of 2D and Noodle being fans of Sandman, 'cause deep down, you all know they are.

Also, more of the "Wait and See" memes for you, Mr. @neil-gaiman

[snobgoblin]

i had to

[almost-sweet-music]

I honestly just melt when I hear 2D sing! Get i get a fluff with the s/o just becoming a puddle?

This is by far the longest I have ever kept a request in my inbox and anon, HOLY FUCKING SHIT AM I SORRY FOR THIS. No, seriously I fucked up. I was attempting to write this three times and each time I got to like… 400 words and realized that it was utter shit. THIS TIME I am semi fine with how it turned out so I’m uploading it.

This was also the last request I had pending but I can’t yet open them since my friend from school wanted me to write her an imagine about Hank Mccoy from the x-men so that’s what I’ll be doing for probably the rest of the week :/

Anyways, enjoy!

Warning: Some sexual innuendos but it’s barely 2 sentences.

Y/F/N if your friend’s name

“Aww c'mon Y/N, it’ll be fun I promise!” Your friend chirped in your ear, trying to convince you to come to some concert with her. She’s been praising them for over an hour now, determined to make you come. She was saying how awesome their music is, how great the people are and something about a…. Satanist? And about some possessed guy? You were hella confused by now but to be honest… You were starting to give up.

“What even is that band anyways? I have no clue what they even do.” You Sighed sipping your tea and typing away on your laptop.

“They’re great, I’m telling you. Besides, after the show we can go get some drinks at a bar nearby.” She wiggled her brows at you. You glanced up at her and smiled shyly. “Ah see? There we go. It can be our…. Ladies night.” She skipped around the room and put on her shoes. “I think you’re going to like the frontman. He’s… Your type.”

“What do you mean my type? I don’t have a type…” You look up from your computer slightly offended by her tone.

“Mmmm yeah you do.” She grinned and left your flat in a victorious prance. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. How in the hell were you supposed to say no to her?

______

You looked at yourself in the mirror and pouted. You turned to your friend.

“Be honest, do I look like a slut?” She looked up from her phone and glanced over you.

“Yeah, you look like you’re ready to gobble up some reaaal cock.” You scoffed at her and blushed. She giggled. “Just kidding! You look perfect. I mean, I’d tap the shit out of you.”

“Jesus Christ Y/F/N…” You turned back to the mirror.

“Hey, you wanted me to be honest, I was honest. Besides, you said it like being a slut is a bad thing. C'mon everyone likes sluts. The only people that don’t, don’t get any.” She said and stood up. She walked over to you and hugged you from behind. “Look at my girl. Finally leaving the house for once in her god damn life.” You huffed and pushed her away. She snorted and pranced out of the room. “C'mon slut, the cab’s here.” You rolled your eyes and picked up your purse, following her outside.

______

You were already hot and sticky. A crowd of people surrounded you as you all waited for the band to come on stage. Y/F/N stood next to you, all giddy and stuff, way more excited than you. To be honest, you were so regretting this… You were dreaming of coming back home and never going on a concert like this ever again.

The hall went black. Music started playing and some time later a group of four entered the stage. It was still all black but judging from the silhouettes at least one of them was a definite girl.

A very much british sounding voice started to greet the crowd and say some random stuff you didn’t honestly care about, still mentally far, far away in the warmth of your bed.

The lights went back on and only then did the scene grab your attention.  Your eyes skipped from person to person trying to see as much as you could through the sea of hands. Indeed, as you predicted, one of them was a girl. Pretty one I’m fact. The drummer was a slightly heavier, dark skinned man with completely white eyes but a really nice smile. The frontman, standing behind the microphone had blue hair and…. Pitch black eyes. No iris… Just pitch black. You were confused… Was this the guy Y/F/N was talking about? And lastly, the bassist. He had jet black hair and he was… He was just straight up green.  It could’ve been body paint but… It looked so real??

Minutes later the proper concert started and no joke… You were blown away. The music was great just as your friend told you. It had nice melodies a practically every song was different from the other. The blue haired boy was a great singer and since the first song, you couldn’t get your eyes off of him. It was like he was putting you in some sort of trance like state. The way he sang, especially the slower songs made you putty and for god’s sake you swear you locked stares with him for a second.

You sort of knew that Y/F/N was looking at you and smirking, but you chose to ignore it an not give her the satisfaction she wanted.

___

“See? I bloody told you you’ll like the guy didn’t I?” Y/F/N skipped next to you, on your way to some pub nearby. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh please, who told you I like him?” She huffed.

“Y/N… I saw it in your eyes. You were UNDRESSING him with them.” You punched her arm.

“I was not!”

“Sure lady, lie to yourself as much as you like but I know what you’ll be doing after you come back home and who’s name you will be moaning at night…” You groaned.

“Y/F/N, please.”

“Oh. so you’re not denying it?”

“Yes of course I’m denying it!” She laughed. You two entered a pub that was just around the block from the place where the concert took place. It was a bit crowded but not that much and you found a table easily.

“So, you sit here, look pretty and try to scoop out some hot peeps kay? I’ll get the drinks.” Your friend said and left you on your own. Some time later she came running back, with no drinks but the biggest grin on her face. She slammed her hands on the table. “Forget the hot peeps, I have someone I’d like to introduce you to.” You were confused bit didn’t even have time to ask questions before getting tugged through the group of people by your wrist. Somewhere in the distance you saw a glimpse of blue hair and you immediately stopped, pulling Y/F/N back a step. “Y/N?!”

“Please don’t do this to me.” You said and tried to pull away.

“Oh come on Y/N! He’s a great guy, I talked to him. He said it’s okay to introduce you! Please, come!” You cringed at the thought of having to speak with a stranger like that but in the end succumbed to her.

You stopped in front of the guy from before. You clutched onto Y/F/N’s hand and hid behind her back. She tapped his shoulder and pushed you forward a bit.

“Hey so this is the chick I’ve been telling you about. Her name is Y/N and she’s pretty damn cool and she’s been looking at you the whole evening so yeah. I’m just gonna leave you two now and I gotta blast!”  She said, seemingly in one breath only before letting go of your hand and jogging away.

“Wh- Y/F/N??” You called out to her.

“Gotta blast!” She giggled and gave you the thumbs up before running out the building. You were speechless and frozen in place.

“What the…” You whispered.

“Your friend is really… Jumpy isn’t she?” Blue haired guy said. You felt yourself grow hot. What were you supposed to do now?

“I uh… Yeah…” You turned to him. “Listen… I’m sorry for this I uh… Won’t ruin your fun and I’ll just leave okay? Great show by the way I’m a fan-” Just as you were going to leave, you felt a big hand grab your.

“Oh, no please stay.” You blushed and looked down. Your hand was intertwined with his, bigger one. He noticed you staring and pulled it away. “Sorry. No but seriously, stay. I’d love to chat a bit with you Y/N.” You kept silent for a second before sitting down next to him awkwardly.

And you chatted. A lot in fact. You talked about everything and anything and nothing and the conversation didn’t seem to want to end to the point where his band mates left and he stayed with you. Finally after an hour or so you decided to go home and Stu - that you just learned, has volunteered to walk you home.

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“Ya smoke?” He asked. You shook your head and continued to walk alongside him. “So… Which song did ya like the most?”

“Hmm? Oh. I liked a lot of them similarly. I really liked the slow kinda sad one. Busted and…. Blue?” He smiled.

“Yup. That’s the one.” He looked at the moving ground and sighed happily. There was a pause where you were both just walking silently when suddenly you heard a faint voice sing. “Where does it come from?When everything was outsideBusted and Blue”.  You glanced as in awe at Stu who started to silently sing. He looked up at you and smiled shyly.

You got that feeling again. That warm flutter in your belly that made you all giddy inside. Your legs felt like they were made out of jelly, ready to give out at any moment.

“All my life

All my lifeBeam a lightOn me I am a satelliteAnd I can’t get back without you.” The way he looked at you when he sang that, although the thought was completely foolish and almost certainly wrong, made you feel like he sang it to you specifically. That probably wasn’t true, given that you just met a few hours ago but you liked to think it was. You blushed at the thought and continued to listen and walk along silently.

He finished not long after. You grinned and clapped a couple times.

“Bravo. That was great! Honestly I’m kind of angry I didn’t discover you guys earlier.” Stu chuckled.

“You seem pretty nice. Nicest person I’ve met in a while actually.” He said, putting his hands in his pockets. You smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. Well I mean… I live with a guy that fractured both me eyes and kidnapped me a couple times. On top of that he’s generally pretty mean. Real bastard that one. He’s green too.” He turned his head over to you. “Uh, you a'ight?” Your mouth has fallen agape and you were speechless. “Luv?” You closed your mouth.

“Sorry I was just… You… Actually live with that person? And you didn’t do anything about the abuse?”

“Well, no…”

“D- Stuart…. Do you know how much money you can win in court after all that guy has done? Why didn’t you sue him yet??” You were almost shaking in anger. How did he manage to not do anything all these years?

“I uh… You know, he was in jail once. Besides he’s been through some tough stuff too. He’s not that bad really. Jus bad temper. He really loves Noodle though. Seriously, she’s like a daughter to him. I’m sure she wouldn’t be happy if he was gone.” Stu said and looked at you with a soft smile.

“But… Okay, what about moving?”

“Wha bout it?”

“Well, why can’t you just move away? At least you wouldn’t be living in the same house as that guy.” Stu chuckled.

“Maybe someday…” He sighed. “Is your place far away?” He asked.

“No actually, just around the corner.” You pointed in the distance to the big building where you lived.

“Oh. I’m kind of sad actually. I enjoyed your company t'night.” He admitted.

“So did I!” You replied.

A minute or so later you were there, by your door.

“So uh… See you soon I guess.” Stu said.

“Hopefully!” You said cheerfully.

“Hey uh actually… Can I get your number? I’d really love to see you again.” You agreed and quickly exchanged numbers before, 2d had to leave. You came back to your flat and immediately flopped in the bed, screaming into your pillow.

____

You got a text from Stu, early in the morning. It was a video.

“Hello Y/N! It’s Stuart Pot, recording from the studio. I’m currently doing audio for a new song I made myself and it’s called Sleeping po-” He got cut of by a voice you recognized as Murdoc.

“Aye, faceache!We got work to do!” 2d turned around and yelled

“Shut up gobshite, I’m doing something!” You giggled and bit on your finger “So yeah, we’re recording a new song, it’s called Sleeping Powder and I just wanted to say that I miss you a lot and I love you and I’ll see you, very very soon! 2d signing off!” He smiled wide and the video finished and after that, you couldn’t stop grinning til the end of the day.

[kindcaptivity]

Sick!Stupot Headcanons

Hello, I am back with more headcanons that no one asked for, but I always wanted to write a post about this, so here we are.

I’ve been on uppers and downers (mainly uppers) and Stu seems like he does downers—just vegging out on Codeine

I would bet that a good amount of insensitive, charismatic, and philosophical stuff that he says is him blitzed on endorphins

Not to be horny on main, but Stu and Murdoc definitely have more quality time when Stu’s whole body is tingling from opiates 

He would buy the sweet medicines for toddlers and nothing else because he’s a picky eater who has (er, had) a sweet tooth

His yellow teeth are exclusively from “medicine,” The Sugar Diet, and never brushing because “why bover?”

Stu and Murdoc justify their habits as “just rock ‘n’ roll, innit” or “trying to find a good dose” for Stu

Stu’s prone to lay and watch the sun slip by on binges

He’s stuck in his head usually, prefers it, and has to try not to be

Screwing up step-by-step hand-eye co-ordination (e.g., tying his shoelaces or plucking strings or doing his belt)

Getting up and staring at the mirror, not sure if he is seeing himself, aware that the holes in his brain are taking who he was

Writing down things for fear of losing them

Relies on muscle memory, so he stays awake, thinking about how he would become financially dependant without music

Fluids and walking around in only pants—only Murdoc is grubbier and he never runs out of bawdiness when he does care

This is projection, but Stu has weird, esoteric, hackneyed knowledge of anaesthetic ointments out of pure necessity

Taking pride in anything medical because mum was a nurse (I’m not sure if this is a popular headcanon or a part of Gorillaz canon) and Murdoc using it as an excuse to not take any responsibility for enabling him

Stu having to do his bandages and being proud, thinking that he looks well fit (Murdoc also thinks so, but that’s not unusual)

Likewise, that G-Bitez storyboard where Stu’s in a full-body cast (Unrelated, but he would ask birds to sign it as a pick-up line)

This is a headcanon that no one is going to have, but I just think that Murdoc likes watching Stu walk about blitzed

It’s usually Murdoc who’s hammered, holding onto the floor to stop the world from going off of its axis (but he seems to enjoy it)

Murdoc will slink into the kitchen, rummage in his pocket, and produce a Potion of Instant ER Visit like, “Look what I found”

I go back to Plastic Beach too much, but it’s perfect for alone time, just the two of them, GHB, Stu curled up, walking about, nothing to do (Murdoc maybe in charge of looking after him)

I am just attached to Stu and Murdoc always hanging onto each other even if they were penniless and sucked at music

Murdoc has a lot more knowledge of medicine from simply living with Stu for decades, but he doesn’t particularly want to

On that note, Stu always smells a bit sick and often walks with a limp, but it’s the type of sweet, sugary, acidic sickness

Murdoc is inspired by Keith Richards, but Keef’s character arc about being looked down upon over missing teeth screams Stu

Murdoc compares Stu to Keef to make him feel better, but Stu is a synth boy. So, he’s like, ‘Wot did you say?’

Obligatory “8th grade piano skills, 8th grade reading skills”

As soon as the pain starts flaring up, Stu is tetchy and out-of-commission for 3 hours—he’s in bed, being sick, cheers

Honestly, Stu “feels out” dosages now that he’s not on a schedule and will 100% overdose 60% of the time, but he has spent most of his childhood on medication, so he is completely over it now

I love that Stu has crowded, yellow, and missing teeth and seems to actively not care when he’s asked about it

Stu and Murdoc are the ‘problematic’ mentally ill people who say, “Right, I’m not retarded” and fight The Man by refusing help

Especially in the first phases, Stu is so slow that Murdoc usually ignores him or is unbearably twee about it to be annoying

Murdoc has an unhealthy obsession with Stu’s “rugged missing parts” and attaches it in his brain to their codependency

Stuart does uppers less than Murdoc because he tends to become anxious rather than manic and feels the world closing in

I think that Stu hurts himself a little when the frustration and shame get to be too much

It is easier for Stu to do downers and help nick drugs than to give a voice to the shame and loss and silence between them