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Headcannon: Ace is a Lawyer

He’s good at sweetalking and he’s manipulative. He doesn’t intentionally plan to be evil or anything, he will just exploit a situation when it benefits him—which can be a useful quality as a lawyer. He’s just a little bit slimy and kind of a bully, which some lawyers can be. I can imagine him starting his own law firm for villians or something like that. He could have even forged documents to make it look like he’s licensed, considering there’s no way he could actually get a law degree with no formal schooling. I also imagine him as a somewhat decent lawyer despite not really knowing the formalities just because he’s so good at thinking on his feet and manipulating situations.

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Can you have Murdoc and 2D one? Where Murdock sticks a baseball bat, a bowling ball, and a hockey stick up 2D's various openings. Thanks! Look forward to it😋

You know,,, I️ let a lot of shit slide,,,, but im gonna personally come to your home and obliterate you from the face of the earth thank you and goodbye coward

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Bands reactions to s/o having a ghost friend? :D ♡♡♡

hello once again my lovely followers, after taking an obscenely long mental health break, I have (kind of) returned. I’m not making a whole post about this because I’m not exactly ready and I don’t know what I’m going to be capable of in the near future. I’m really sorry for being gone for so long without warning, but I hope you all forgive me, it’s been a rough couple of months. Anyway, enough of this, I have a response to this request!!! I’m so excited to be writing again!!! 

2D:-A little nervous about it for some reason-Doesn’t really know how to behave around them-Constantly worried he’ll say something “offensive” like mentioning sensitive topics-he accidentally says “that scared me to death” in front of your friend and he realizes it immediately and tries to stutter out an apology-but your friend just chuckles and replies “bitch me too, the fuck”-he’s still embarrassed but he’s relieved-though he tries his hardest not to be impolite, he’s not the brightest and one day he just blurts out a question about how they died-he’s very fascinated with what their story and begins asking questions more frequently–some of them pretty personal-Your friend has patience with him, though, and the two of them get along smoothly

Murdoc:-This man does not have manners.-“So, Y/N tells me you passed to the other side, eh? What did ya in?”-You shoot a pointed glare at Murdoc to which he replies “What?! I’m just askin’”-Murdoc listenes with curiosity as your friend explains but his moment of interest in someone other than himself is brief, and he begins telling a story about “something similar that happened to him”-You roll your eyes at another one of Murdoc’s famous self-centered, unreliable stories.-“That’s great, Muds,” you say as he wraps up his story, “I’d like to visit with my friend now, goodbye.”-He shrugs his shoulders and exits to inevitably get himself into more mischief

Noodle:-culturally aware as fuck, even when it comes to ghosts-somehow knows exactly how to behave-knows how to be inquisitive and sensitive at the same time-instantly becomes buddies with your friend-literally it’s actually fun to have her around and she feels completly natural in the setting-she observed the relationship between Del and Russ so she totally gets it 

Russel:-The dude’s best friend literally possessed him, this isn’t even that abnormal for the guy-He’s is a little on edge about getting possessed again, though-But other than that, he’s fairly chill-Very respectful, but maintains his distance due to his history and some of the bad memories it brings up-Having your friend around makes him more somber than usual and he misses Del and his other friends-But he will never ask your friend to leave or ask you not to bring them around because he completely understands-However, he does have to take some time to himself and reflect and sometimes even grieve-You ask to talk about it with him and he’s very open and honest

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I recently wrote a piece about Murdoc getting a blowjob while driving home. I'd love to see your take on it. :)

I’m writing the car as being the one from the beginning of the saturnz barz video, which is an older car, so it doesn’t have a center console. So if you know that now, the logistics of this story actually make sense lmao.

“Just take me home!” you demanded, struggling to produce sound over the thumping bass, “…please,” you added more softly. Murdoc scanned your expression, realizing that his shenanigans had gone too far once again. He pursed his lips and sighed before giving in. “Yeah, alright, fine, let’s go home,” he agreed begrudgingly. He followed as you strode down the dimly-lit sidewalk towards the curb at which he’d parked the car. As you walked in silence toward the street, the chaotic music of the party receded into a distant, muffled jumble of sound–the cacophony of garbled words juxtaposed against the peaceful backdrop of the evening. You appreciated the blasé chill of the night air as a gentle breeze swept over you, clearing your head somewhat. Separated from the turbulence of the party, you were able to rationally recount the events prior. Though Murdoc had no intentions of embarrassing you, telling a large group of friends your most personal secret you’d confided in him was beyond appropriate. In hindsight, his alcohol intake may have had an effect on his behavior. Nonetheless, you were hurt and humiliated. As you approached the car, you debated making him hand you the keys, but a second glance at him proved he was at least sober enough to walk straight. You climbed in the car and folded your arms as he turned the ignition and pulled out. The silence grew uncomfortable, but you were determined not to give in. You glared out the windshield, refusing to look in his direction, even for a glance. From the corner of your eye, you saw him attempting to speak, but with visible stubbornness, you actively ignored his feeble struggle to make amends. After several failed efforts and a few moments of contemplation, he finally broke the stillness. “Y/N…” he began, trailing off. You left your gaze set blankly forward, allowing your name to hang in the air unaccompanied. “I’m sorry,” he blurted unexpectedly. You were taken aback by the suddenness of his apology. Maybe he was drunker than you’d thought. “I’m sorry, love, I wasn’t thinkin’ an’ I just said it,” he continued, genuineness laced in his tone. You were still humiliated, but your coldness towards him began to dissipate. You glanced downward and drew in a long breath. “Yeah, okay, I forgive you,” you stated begrudgingly. There was something about Muds you just couldn’t stay mad at. You scooted into the center seat and rested your head on Murdoc’s shoulder as an act of reconciliation. He lifted his arm and draped it behind you, pulling you closer. Mindlessly your fingertips wandered across his thigh, drawing small circles and tracing tiny hearts. You meant it innocently enough at first, but soon enough your intentions were no longer so pure. You gave a sly glance up towards his face as you gently inched your fingertips nearer to his crotch. A low hum escaped Murdoc’s lips, “you’d better not start what you can’t finish, darrrling,” he purred, a bulge appearing in his pants. “And what are you gonna do about it?” you retorted playfully in a low, breathy voice into his neck. “You’ll find out when we get home,” he replied in his famous drawl. One look into his lusty eyes, and you knew he wasn’t kidding. You proceeded anyway, knowing exactly what you were getting yourself into. You shifted your body towards him and began with his neck. You started with gentle kisses which slowly transformed into love bites. With one hand you gripped his thigh tightly and you clenched a large fistful of his hair with the other. Murdoc’s breathing deepened the more clingy you became. You pulled both legs onto the seat and tucked them under you, allowing you to press yourself even closer to him. He flicked a firey gaze in your direction, “For the love of satan, Y/N…” he whispered. Fueled by his desperateness, you placed your hand directly on his crotch, which was now very firm. “Yes…?” you toyed with him. He answered not with words, but with a deep groan. “Well, I guess if you don’t want me to…” you teased, feigning innocence and backing away slightly. “Jesus Christ, Y/N, you’re gonna pay for this,” he growled. “Oh am I?” you asked adjusting yourself back into his side again and reaching for the button on his pants. Taking your time, you unbuttoned and unzipped them. You slid one hand down his pants and rubbed him through the thin fabric of his underwear. You felt his erection growing, and detected a sense of hungriness in his demeanor. Deciding he’d finally been subjected to enough teasing, you adjusted his pants and briefs to where you could get your mouth onto his dick. You started out slowly, swirling your tongue around his tip and maneuvering your mouth only around the top. Eagerly he bucked his hips upwards, attempting to receive more. You knew that there was already going to be hell to pay at home, and gave in to his wish, hoping to lessen your punishment. You took his entire length into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down to the sound of his moans. He gripped the wheel, attempting to steady his driving, with one hand, and the back of your neck with the other. You loved being under Murdoc’s controlling hand, and quickened your pace for him. A few moments and expletives later, Murdoc was on the verge of orgasming. “Fuck,” he cried, “YN, hurry up, we’re almost home,” You peaked up, realizing he had already turned down your street. Knowing there wouldn’t be time, you zipped him up–much to his dismay. You finally got him buttoned as he pulled into the driveway. “We can finish inside,” you said, stroking his arm gently. There was nothing gentle about Murdoc, however. He no more had the engine shut off, and he was dragging you by the wrist into the house. Relieved to be in control again, Murdoc scooped you into his arms as soon as he crossed the doorstep and kicked the door shut behind him. His eyes glowered as he rushed you up the stairs to your shared room. “Oh god you’re gonna pay,” he snarled as he entered your room, slamming the door behind him. 

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Can i get some angst 2Doc babe😁😁😁😁(i wanna feel pain)

buckle up for the most mediocre ride of your life!!!!1,,!!!1!! Yeah hi and I also wanted to kind of give my perspective on what I think is up with murdoc’s mental health bc I have some Theories™ so I hope that’s okay. And full disclaimer im sorry this is total shit i literally can’t fucking write angst

2D took a deep breath and held it, preparing for whatever could be behind the dark, wooden door inches away from him. He reached for the cool, brass knob and turned it. He stepped in, eyes wide, expecting the worst. Though, the scene before him couldn’t have been any more dull. There was Murdoc, slumped grumpily on the couch only a few feet away from the therapist. “Come in, Stuart, I’d like to get started here,” she began in a professional tone. 2D’s eyes darted across the room, searching for a place to sit other than the sofa, however, the room appeared sparse on furniture. Sheepishly, 2D rubbed the back of his neck and slowly took his seat next to Murdoc, who grumbled deeply as 2D lowered himself to the couch. The therapist waited patiently, analyzing the dynamic between the two. This was the first therapy session between them, and 2D was already regretting it–despite the fact that it had been his idea. Though Murdoc strained to maintain his dark, enigmatic persona, he was nearly as anxious as 2D underneath it all. “So what brings you two in?” the therapist quizzed. 2D’s eyes flicked over to Murdoc, expecting him to take the lead. A habit he’d developed after years of Murdoc cutting him off. Surprisingly, Murdoc stayed quiet. 2D sat in silence for a few moments struggling to conjure up the words he was looking for. How to describe the events that had led them here. He’d been kidnapped, drugged, and abused, yet somehow there was still some sort of relationship worth salvaging between them. How to explain that? After a few moments of 2D’s unresponsiveness Murdoc angrily interjected, “Well, go on an’ tell ‘er, then! This was all your soddin’ idea.” 2D, feeling slighted, huffed and retorted, “I s’pose that’s the reason we’re here right now,” referring to Murdoc’s rude and obnoxious behavior. The therapist raised her eyebrows slightly, “I see. There’s clearly some work to do here, so I suggest we get started. Sound okay for you two gentlemen?” she asked. Murdoc simply grumbled, and 2D nodded. “To start off, I’ll start by discussing the basics with you; this may take a while, but it’s necessary to cover so you know what to expect. Therefore, I need the both of you to be paying attention,” she explained, continuing on with somewhat of a syllabus for the sessions. She expounded the importance of boundaries, and honesty, and creating safe environments, all while demonstrating what their sessions would cover, and what would be imperative for healthy growth in their relationship. 2D followed along intently–desperate for reconciliation with Murdoc. Though, Murdoc himself was skeptical of the whole situation. He felt demeaned and belittled. Being told what to do just wasn’t his style, and he prefered to dance around the subject of his mental health. Facing it head-on was a new beast he’d rather not conquer, and especially not without full control. Powerless and vulnerable, Murdoc’s god complex was shattered. And though these realizations flushed him with emotion, he said nothing. Rather, he fumed in silence. Being abused had taught him to bottle emotions and seek power he could in every situation possible–and therapy was the only place he couldn’t. Completely lacking in all ability to cope with emotion, the therapist’s words only continued to frustrate him further. By the end of the session, he’d never felt more on edge. He was halfway out the door before the therapist could even say “see you next week.” 2D watched lamely as Murdoc lumbered out without even a farewell. Discouraged, he reflected on their decision to get counselling…Maybe it had been a poor decision. He scuffed a toe into the floor and uncomfortably said goodbye. “Goodbye, Stuart. And don’t worry about him, he’ll come around,” the therapist comforted, sensing 2D’s disheartenment. 2D nodded and stalked away, reaching the parking lot just in time to catch Murdoc speeding dangerously fast out of the exit. He exhaled deeply and bit his lip. Gnawing at it, he pondered the therapist’s words. Could Murdoc possibly come around? A buzzing from his back pocket interrupted his trail of thought. Fishing it out, he discovered it was Noodle and answered while climbing into the car he’d taken. “Hey, could you pick up some bread and soy sauce on the way home?” she asked from the other end of the line, “we’re all out.” “Yeah, no problem, Noods,” 2D replied, his voice noticeably dejected. Noodle noticed his tone and paused for a moment, “Is something wrong, 2D?” she questioned. “Jus’ got done wiff my session wiff Murdoc. Didn’t go so great I don’t fink…” he responded. “I’m sorry, D,” she apologized, her voice laced with concern, “forget the groceries, come home and well talk about it. I’ll make tea,” she promised. 2D smiled emptily and agreed before hanging up. He sighed and decided on distracting himself rather than attempting to process his emotions and queued a sad playlist for the drive home. Little did he know that only miles away Murdoc had already stopped at three liquor stores, and was prying open every bottle he could get his hands on. 2D was oblivious to the fact that Murdoc’s vision was quickly blurring from a mix of alcohol and tears. 2D had no clue when Murdoc’s driving became reckless and irrational. He wouldn’t even know for another 45 minutes that Murdoc had swerved into oncoming traffic and needed to be life-flighted due to serious head trauma. And 2D wouldn’t be there to hear Murdoc weeping an apology from the side of the road, his limbs a bloody, tangled mess. 2D would never know that his name was the last thing Murdoc Niccals ever said.

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request a headcanon/reaction as to how every member would react to finding out their s/o was a mermaid? Thanks for taking time to read this! I hope you have a good day/night!❤

okay I’m like assuming it’s in the situation that the S/O like transforms when they get wet??? Idk how mermaid biology works, man, but for the sake of making this plausible, I’m writing it so they have legs when they’re dry but a tail when they get wet

2D:-He discovers by accidentally walking in on you while you’re taking a bath-He does that head-tilt thing with the big eyes facial expression-“wahaaaohow…can I touch it?” He asks staring at your tail-“uhm yeah I guess…”-At first he doesn’t like the feeling of the scales, but he quickly gets used to it-He’s honestly seen weirder shit on plastic beach so he becomes indifferent to it fairly easily-He sometimes asks dumb questions about your life as a mermaid -“So, like, can yew pee?” “Wait, can I still eat fish?” “What if yew get a cramp in your tail while swimming?”

Murdoc:-He totally met you while he was on plastic beach -You swam past his submarine window and he was instantly infatuated -He thought a lot about his encounter with you until one day you showed up on the shore as a human-He recognized you, but because you were a human, he dismissed his memory as a drunken fever dream, and convinced himself that it was impossible that he had seen you as a mermaid-He’s lonely and drunk and has dinner with you, so glad to have your company-Later that night, you slip away, and he chalks it up to a second fever dream-Years later he meets you again and he feels compelled to be with you, though he can’t figure out why-He discovers that you’re a mermaid eventually, and he just squeals-He deadass squeals-He’s never been so relieved–he remembers everything finally and he understands what drew him to you, and gets closure knowing that he wasn’t dreaming the whole thing up-Once he knows, HOO BOY IS THERE NO STOPPING HIM-He’s a kinky bastard and you already knew this

Noodle:-You willingly show Noodle just because you know she’ll find it neat-You were right; she does find it neat-She develops this theory that the color of your tail represents the color of your aura-She honestly thinks it’s such an aesthetic-She likes the way your tail flicks light off and shimmers in the water-It really doesn’t change her opinion of you-SHE TOTALLY TRIES TO RACE YOU IN SWIMMING-She always loses-She won’t stop sending you the fish emoji no matter how much you ask her to stop-She immediately ran off to tell the rest of the band before you could stop her

Russel:-“Russ, I have something to show you…” -You step into the tub, and he watches patiently as you transform-You’re kind of nervous about how he’ll react, but he just looks at you and raises his eyebrows-“That’s it?” he asks-“what do you mean ‘that’s it’ I’m literally a mermaid” -“Y/N I live with a walking, talking, satanist pickle and I was possessed by the ghost of my dead friend. This is not the most unordinary thing to happen to me.” -You’re surprised by his nonchalance-He tells you that he thinks you’re beautiful no matter what your anatomy is composed of anyway-Russ specializes in the paranormal, and mythical creatures are not too far off-He enjoys getting to know more about you and what it’s like being a mermaid-He adds marine preservation to the top of his list of Things To Rant About

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Update 2.0

Ask 🅱️ox machine: Open I'm back in business, my guys, so send in your requests once again! Can't wait to see them! Also, from now on I will just leave these updates in my bio rather than making a post. Thank you for all the support, love you guys ❤️

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I really liked the Murdoc headcanons and I'd love to see how that plays out with a full imagine for it! I get headaches a lot and they suck, but I just drink some tea or sleep it off I don't wanna take to many pills lol anyways as always I love your writing!! Keep it up!!

you’re so sweet and I think you might be my mom now. Also I deadass wrote part of this at work and I’ve never been more disappointed in myself

Having pulled an all-nighter and a 10 hour shift at work, your brain was fried. Your head pounded, and you desperately needed sleep. You came home, hoping to find at least a little sympathy from your boyfriend. “Muds I’m home,” you called stepping through the door and kneading at your temple. You heard no response but continued on to the kitchen. He looked up at you, pouring two drinks. “How was work?” he asked, handing you the other drink. “No thanks,” you mumbled, refusing his drink. “Somethin’ wrong, love?” he questioned, stepping around the counter and following you towards the kitchen table where you plopped down exhaustedly. “Long day, my head’s killing me,” you answered. “Well it sounds like you’ve had a bit much fun last night didn’t you?” he gaffed. You groaned and lifted your head out of your hands to glare at him, “Murdoc, please, my head really hurts.” Well, good ole Mudsy has the answer. I’ve just the solution. You need a good drop of rum,“ he declared as he downed the drink you were supposed to have and reached for the rum to refill it. “No, Muds, I don’t think alcohol is gonna help–” “Oh sure it will!” he replied, cutting you off, “I’ve gotten myself in a few…sticky…situations and rum has always been the answer,” he said, gutturally chortling. “Nevermind, I’m going to bed,” you snapped, irritated with his persistence. “Well I don’t know what you expect me to do about it!” he called after you defensively, “only tryin’ to help,” he grumbled. You turned around and sighed, not wanting an argument at the moment. “Okay fine, if you want to help, make me a cup of tea, would you?” you asked more gently this time. He looked disgruntled, but he filled the tea kettle anyway, lecturing as he worked. “Well I don’t see how tea is gonna help anything. I’ve had quite a few bangers myself and rum’ll always do the trick. I had headaches lastin’ for three weeks and nothin’ could cure ‘em, but when I got just a decent glass o’ rum, I was good as new!” he carried on though his words were falling on deaf ears. You’d tuned him out, and wished for peace and quiet. Eventually noticing your non-responsiveness, Murdoc brewed your tea in silence. When it finished, he set the cup in front of you unexpectedly began kneading at the back of your neck. Your head was still throbbing, but you felt the tension leave your body. After a few moments of massaging, he spoke up. “Well, you seem to be makin’ a fuss about this so you’d betta’ head on up to bed.” Though he sounded disdainful, you detected a hint of concern. You nodded and headed for the stairs. Much to your surprise, he followed you and climbed into bed with you, gently massaging your back without saying a word. Despite his rough exterior, his kindness never ceased when it came to helping you, and for that you loved him. However you didn’t have much time to consider the depth of your love, as you were quickly lulled into blissful slumber by his gentle touch. You had only moments to mumble “I love you” before completely nodding off. You weren’t even awake to hear him reciprocate your words.

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Could I get uhhhhhhh 2D and Murdoc imagine (not 2doc just both of them separate you sinner) on how they'd help you with body confidence? Like super fluffy (maybe a bit of nsfw) pls :)

bless you, bless your soul, bless it all. This request makes me feel things like against my will so thanks for that bro

2D:You had already gone on a couple of dates with the lead singer and pretty boy frontman of Gorillaz, and tonight was escalating quickly. You’d met in a bar about two weeks ago, and he had immediately picked you out of the crowd and asked if you’d like drinks with him. You had accepted and made plans for another date. You had gotten coffee and the date had gone smoothly, and the two of you couldn’t wait to see each other again. That had led to tonight. Seeing as the two of you had a foreseeable future, you’d chosen a rather nice restaurant for your third date. You’d been laughing and chatting over wine and gourmet food for nearly an hour, and frankly, the two of you were ready to leave. “Y/N…I was sort of wonderin’ if yew’d wantta go back to my place after this…” he asked as the evening was wrapping up. You paused for a moment, surprised at his forwardness. “Sure,” you said with a smile. Though he couldn’t see it, your heart sped up. Of course you were excited to be spending more time with him, but you felt an overwhelming sense of nervousness. You didn’t exactly know where the night would lead, but you didn’t have the most confidence when it came to your body. Moments later, the waitress returned with your change, and you both thanked her and stood to leave. He walked you to the door, boldly holding your hand as you strolled. You stepped out into the busy city air, and he immediately began attempting to hail a cab. You made idle conversation as you waited, still uneasy about the upcoming plans for the evening. He didn’t seem to notice, and cheerfully held the door of the cab open for you when it arrived. The two of you scooted in, forced to sit close together in the cramped backseat. He placed a hand on your thigh, and suddenly all you could think about was the size of your thighs. If only they were a little smaller. “Did I tell yew, yew look stunning tonight. Absolutely brilliant,” he admired unsuspectingly. You were taken aback by his flattery. “Uhm well thank you, you don’t look half-bad yourself,” you replied in an attempt to shift the focus off of yourself. “No really, I fink yew migh’ be the most gorgeous person I’ve eva’ seen. I jus’ fought I should let yew know,” he continued. “That’s not true, I’m not that pretty,” you countered, in complete denial of his praise. “What d’yew mean ‘not that pretty?!’” he exclaimed earnestly, “yew’re the only person I even saw at that club the night I met yew. I fought yew were so pretty I jus’ wanted to ‘ave drinks wiff yew, but then yew had a good personality too, and I knew I had to ‘ave another date wiff yew,” he continued. “You’re just saying that, D,” you combated, brushing his words off. It was apparent that 2D was agitated over your denial. “No I’m not! I love a lot of fings about yew,” he stated, starting to name off some of your features that he had observed. You listened in surprise as he mentioned things no one had ever noticed about your face or body. Just little things…Features you had always disliked–and here he was adoring them? Your brain lacked the ability to respond to positivity as you had trained it not to for so many years. You sat in silence for a few moments, staring at him, at a complete loss for words. Luckily the cab arrived at 2D’s home before the situation had a chance to get too much more awkward. He paid the driver and stepped out, holding the door open for you to follow. Your brain still fumbling for a response, you suddenly remembered your manners, “You didn’t have to pay him, I could have–” He cut you off with a kiss. 2D was clearly full of surprises this evening. “Now come on in, I want to show yew the house.”

Murdoc:(as per your second request I will be doing this one headcannon style)-You don’t even have the time to speak negatively about yourself-He’s always showering you in compliments-But they’re always very creative, and sometimes he even has some obscure phrases-“ravishing,” “sumptuous,” “delicious,” and “splendiferous” are some of his favorite adjectives-He lowkey always sounds like he’s trying to be sexual when he compliments you-He probably is-He’s also hoping that his vocabulary will impress you -But there are times when he sounds very genuine and pure and his compliments are just because he loves you and truly believes in what he’s telling you, and he isn’t at all trying to be Sexy™-But his go-to response to your negativity is just trying to prove to you that he finds you VERY attractive

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Well, y'all did it. In celebration of 200 followers, here is my face as promised! 🎉🎉🎉

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3 followers away...

I had a thought guys...if I hit 200 followers, I'll show y'all my face 😅 (So 3 followers from now you guys can see the Face Behind The Sin™)

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Heyyyy do you you think you can do something with vampire!2D pls?? I'm at work and very bored haha

Okay, so I’m really, really sorry, I just don’t know how to go about answering this one. I really want to, and I feel so bad turning it down, but I just am not sure what I should even write for this? I guess with my writing I’m very personality-based rather than actual plot/event-based. Like when I write, I try to incorporate their personalities first and foremost and I always use plot as a vehicle to display the characters’ personalities. And honestly, I don’t really know how changing one of the characters into a vampire would really affect their personality. So I’d essentially be writing a basic imagine but like one physical trait of a character is altered. And I really don’t know how to write that? I’m super sorry, I know there are some writers who could see this and think of something, but I just can’t. I hope you have a good day, I really apologize and I love you. :(

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2D going with his S/O to their families pool house for vacation? I'm leaving tomorrow and my aunt and uncle have a pool and I can't stop thinking how it'd be if 2D went to that kind of place lmao

I’m sorry this is so late ;_; bls forgive me

You and 2D had been anticipating your trip to meet your extended family for nearly a month now. Some of your family had a decent amount of money, and they had invited you to stay with them at their pool house for a week during the summer, encouraging you to bring along your boyfriend of nearly a year for them to meet. You packed excitedly, going over the list of supplies for the third time, assuring that you had everything. “You ready, D?” you asked with a grin. He gave you an unconvincing smile. “Something wrong?” you quizzed. “I’m not good at family events…I’m not exactly a saint…Not so popular wiff the grandmums, yew know?” he explained nervously. “D, they’re gonna love you. And if they don’t, who cares?” you replied with ease. He gave you a nod and silently continued his packing. It wasn’t usual for him to be so self-conscious. Seeing him sans his routine cocky attitude was almost comical. You pondered the possible root of his current anxiety, deciding that it was a question for another day. You placed the last item in your suitcase and tugged the zipper shut. “I’m taking my stuff out to the car, everything else is ready to go, come out when you’re done,” you directed, heading out the door. You lugged your suitcase out to the car and hoisted it into the backseat. You climbed in the driver’s seat–seeing as 2D’s driving was far from enjoyable–and waited. He emerged moments later, wheeling his suitcase pensively. He hopped in the seat next to you, and you tossed him your phone to queue music while you backed out of the driveway. He opened your phone and pulled up a Spotify playlist the two of you shared, playing a depressing song first. “D, don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” you asked, mildly irritated at his theatrics. This was typical of 2D–every emotion he felt was worn directly on his sleeve, and he was known for being melodramatic about the most minor situations. At times, this was endearing. It was comforting to know he was so open with his emotions, but at other times his tendency to exaggerate was bothersome. He remained slumped over and refused to answer. “We’re literally going to a pool house, you should be at least a little enthused,” you said nudging him. He brightened his expression a little, the optimist side of him weighing the possibilities. You picked up your phone and skipped the song, which was followed by an upbeat, jam song. 2D grinned and replied, “Yeah I guess you’re right, I can’t be all that bad.” You still had no clue what prior experience had caused this sort of trepidation in him about family events, but again decided you’d rather not ask. With 2D’s mood improved, the two of you jammed and cruised the entire drive. You pulled into the dimly lit driveway of your family’s pool house just as dusk set in. Having had a long drive, both of you exulted at the opportunity to stretch your limbs. Both of you climbed out of the vehicle and groaned as you unfolded your extremities. You yawned and headed towards the door, noticing a few steps in that 2D had stalled behind you. You turned back and reached out, taking his hand in yours. Wide-eyed and visibly nervous, he accepted, and you started towards the door once more. After a ring of the doorbell, your uncle’s smiling face appeared in front of you. “Hey, Y/N! Good to see ya!” he said pulling you into an embrace. “And you must be Stuart,” he continued giving a nod towards 2D and extending his arm for a handshake. “Ehrm, yeah, yew can call me 2D, fough,” he replied uncomfortably, awkwardly shaking your uncle’s hand. “Well…2D…” your uncle paused, fully taking in 2D’s cartoonish appearance. “The call me that ‘cos I sort of got hit in the face wiff a car by a drunken bastard twice, and now I loo’ like I got two dents in my face, yew see,” 2D sardonically explained unnecessarily. “Well…you make yourself at home…” your uncle responded, unsure of himself. 2D was just as bad at this as he had made it sound. The two you stepped in, and you were greeted by a few of your relatives standing around. “Everyone’s out back by the pool, and there’s some barbecue still on the grill for you two if you want to head out,” your aunt offered ushering you towards the patio door. “Sounds good!” you chimed back, leading 2D out with you. You stepped out into the warm, muggy air and greeted your relatives sitting in the deck chairs. They all looked elated to see the two of you and directed you towards the food. You accepted their offer and quickly introduced 2D before ditching him to fill a plate. From the grill, you could overhear them quizzing the poor boy. “So, young man, Y/N tells us you’re in a band?” “Yeah I’m lead singer of Gorillaz.” He had said it so many times, it almost sounded mechanical and standoffish. “You make good money doin’ that?” one of your relatives interrogated. Before they had a chance to chastise 2D any further or 2D had a chance to say something dimwitted, you returned with two plates. “D, would you mind getting the drinks?” you urged, hoping you could distract your relatives in the meantime. He escaped, and you struck up conversation with your family. You continued chatting as 2D reappeared, drinks in hand. After a while, 2D joined the conversation, which was going smoothly. Later on in the evening, as everyone started to relax, a few people decided it was a good night for a late swim. Excitedly, you agreed and dragged 2D out to the car to collect your suitcases and unpack your swimsuits. You hauled them in and your uncle directed you towards the room you’d be staying in for the week. Once you were in the privacy of your room, you quickly dug out your swimsuit and began changing. “See, D, I told you it wasn’t gonna be so bad meeting my family,” you said as you changed. “Maybe not,” he agreed with lingering doubt. “You’re gonna be just fine,” you said giving him a peck on the cheek as the two of you finished changing and happily joined your family in the pool. 

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Can you write a fic for noodle and her girlfriend where they're walking down the street or something and then they're like being cute and gay and some homophobic person does something (like calls them a fag or whatever you want) thank you! :) ♡

“Okay,” you said, digging out the shopping list Russel had given you and Noodle prior to leaving the house, “we need–” “fluffy, cat slippers!” Noodle interrupted, pointing at a cute pair of slippers in the bargain bin. “You’re right…we do need those,” you agreed, distracted by the slippers. “Okay, good, it’s settled then. We’re getting the slippers,” Noodle finalized, giving you a peck on the cheek. Even after dating her for months, your heart still fluttered when she kissed you. You smiled as she pranced off towards the bin to collect the merchandise. You watched for a moment, enamored by her carefree skipping, before focusing yourself on the shopping list. You read it once over before Noodle returned, throwing her arms around your shoulders and playfully tugging at you. You shook her off and redirected her attention to the task at hand. The two of you had a history of spending hours at supermarkets due to your shared inability to be productive. “Okay, the first thing on the list is orange juice. I think 2D wrote it because he spelled juice like this,” you said pointing to the scrawled handwriting that read “ornge joose.” Noodle rolled her eyes and chuckled, “Alright, better go get the ahrge jooze,” she said, imitating 2D’s poor spelling. Hand-in-hand, you headed towards the juice aisle, playfully bumping into each other along the way. At some point, she managed to shove you with enough force that you nearly stumbled into a display. “Okay, okay,” you said, surrendering, “quit it,” you giggled. “And what if I don’t?” she teased, leaning her face towards yours. “Then I’ll do this,” you replied giving her a kiss. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?” a loud voice boomed at the two of you. You jerked your heads away from each other to see an angry, grimy man pointing at the two of you, visibly overcome with emotion. “I’M TRYING TO GO TO A FAMILY FRIENDLY STORE AND YOU FAGS ARE EVERYWHERE, RUINING MY KIDS, TEACHING EM THIS SHIT. YOU’RE GOING TO BURN IN HELL, YOU FUCKING DISGUSTING PIECES OF SHIT,” he continued, becoming more enraged as he spoke. You stared at him in complete disbelief at the horrendous and offensive garbage he was spewing. You looked to Noodle to find that she was not upset, but rather trying suppress laughter. She waited patiently until he finished his rant and calmly proceeded, “I’m sorry sir was it this that bothered you?” she asked grabbing your hands and kissing you. For added effect, she pointed one foot into the air, replicating the classic movie pose. You smirked and played along, much to the dismay of the sputtering, seething man in front of you. He began his protest, but was quickly shut down by a store manager who had arrived to diffuse the situation. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the manager commanded in a calm tone. “ME? But they’re the ones who should be kicked out!” he said accusingly as the manager gently escorted him down the aisle. “Sir, you’re causing a commotion, they have every right to be here, you have to leave now,” he explained as he ushered the man away. You looked at Noodle with relief, listening to the man argue and complain all the way out. “Not everyday you get to piss off someone by being in love,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, “I thought I’d use my opportunity.”

[toodi-imagines]

Omfg

Guys, I'm literally crying right now I reached 150 followers and I really can't believe it. You've all been so sweet. I'm so sorry that I'm taking so long with your requests; I'm really trying. I just honestly can't believe that three weeks ago I was jokingly kicking around the idea of creating this blog in the discord, and now I've gotten so much positivity. (Huge shout out to @rainfell15 for convincing me to do this.) Seriously I don't deserve you guys, love you all! 😭😭❤️

[toodi-imagines]

Hey can I request some fluff for Noodle and her girlfriend because I'm sad af right now and I just need some gay cuddles or something (really sorry if this isn't specific I'm brain dead)

Hi okay forewarning, this character can be seen two different ways. If you have depression, and would like to see yourself represented in a character, here you go. I wrote this character as lowkey having depression. However, you don’t have to see it that way, you can see them as just having the Occasional Human Emotion and having a breakdown atm. It’s really up to y’all. 

Sniffling, you opened the front door to the shared Gorillaz’s home and attempted to keep yourself from breaking down. You weren’t even sure why you were breaking down. That was the worst part. You felt weak. You felt like you didn’t even have a reason to be sad, but still you felt overwhelmed by life. “Y/N! Come in here! Look what I did!” Noodle exclaimed happily from somewhere in the house. For some reason, this upset you more. You knew that you were going to ruin her good mood. She was so happy and good to you and you were just felt weak and worthless and sad. “Y/N? Is that you?” she called out inquisitively. “Yeah, sorry I’m coming,” you responded weakly. Noodle popped her head over the banister of the stairs, peering down at your tear-stained face. She furrowed her brows and rushed down to you, abandoning whatever it was she had to show you. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her face full of concern. You wanted to say nothing and mean it. You wanted to not being doing this right now. You hated making her drop everything and comfort you. You hated that you couldn’t seem to pull yourself out of it. Your self-loathing was equaled only by her endless love for you, and that made you feel even worse. “Y/N? Talk to me, what’s wrong?” she pressed on, brushing a hair out of your face. “I don’t know,” you said, choking up. “Did something happen?” she asked, trying to understand. Of course she would assume something happened, normal people don’t feel this way for no reason, you scolded yourself. You shook your head, wishing you didn’t have to explain yourself. “So nothing happened and no one hurt you?” she confirmed. “No,” you replied, a lump in your throat. She nodded and pulled you into an embrace without further questioning. She rubbed your back and whispered that it was okay into your ear. “I’m sorry I’m so stupid, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you sobbed into her shoulder. She pulled away to give you a quizzical look, “What do you mean?” “I don’t know, I just don’t have a reason to be sad and I’m ruining your good mood and I don’t deserve you and I’m sorry,” you blubbered on between tears. “You’re not ruining anything, you hear me? I love you. And I don’t know what you’re talking about because you deserve the whole world,” she said, cupping your cheek. Her kind words did little to distinguish your doubt. “But I still don’t have a reason to even be sad. I’m just worthless and weak,” you carried on. “So what if you don’t have a reason to be sad? 2D cries when he watches Toy Story 3. He’s just emotional and that’s okay,” she explained. You pondered this for a moment, still not entirely believing her. “While you think about that until you realize I’m right, let’s go look at what I did!” she said excitedly taking your hand, giving you a peck on the cheek, and leading you up the stairs.