MAD PAC-MAN

independent 2-D of Gorillaz rp blog

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( MY MULTI IS ALMOST SET UP! 2D will be there!!! Like this if you want me to follow you!!!)

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(Im most likely going to be moving 2-D to a multimuse this weekend!! It’s still up in the air but because of the lack of fandom, I think it’d be easier for him to be on a blog with some other animated muses I have.)

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                           INDIE STUART “2D” POT OF GORILLAZ                                 portrayed by grey. selective & private.

                           INDIE MURDOC NICCALS OF GORILLAZ                                portrayed by quinn. selective & private. template: x

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felixmuses·:

Coach’s eye twitched upwards slightly in what could be best described as a grimace if he had a visible mouth.

“Dat’s even worse than what I said! Ain’t you ever seen a doctor ‘bout dat?! You can’t just have yer eyes rattlin’ ‘round yer brainbox like dat! I ain’t no optomertrist, but dat just don’t sound safe!”

"I've   seen   lots   of   doctors!"      In   fact,   2-D   believed   he'd   seen   more   hospitals   and   specialists   in   twenty-three   years   than   most   people   do   in   their   lifetime.      "It's   just   kinda   complicated...   Murdoc   says   my   eyes   are   really   important   to   Gorillaz   image   -   Uh,   the   band   I'm   in   -   and   with   my   traumatic   brain   injury,   anesthesia   is   kinda   dangerous."      So   he's   simply   gone   without,   at   the   price   of   losing   most   of   his   vision.

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dreamycollective​:

   “ Woooow! I don’t even know what half of those things is. But oo, I know one! My best buddy Bender has a banjo! Sometimes we practise together. ‘Course, uhh… he’s a robot, so he’s good at everything. I had robot hands once, it was great– I could play perfectly! But now, I gotta learn slowly like a chump… ” Fry was rambling at this point, but it was something he was passionate about.

“Awe,   you’ll   get   there,   mate,"      2-D   encouraged.      "Just   keep   messin’   wit’   it.   I’ve   never   taken   lessons   or   anythin’   neither,   but   if   you   play   around   with   it   ‘nough,   you’ll   get   the   hang   of   things."      Considering   all   of   the   head   injuries   he   has   sustained   over   the   years,   he   just   found   things   easier   that   way;   To   go   at   his   own   pace,   teach   himself   how   to   play   in   his   own   special   way.      "I   love   the   banjo   -   Real   twangy.   Murdoc   hates   it   though,   he   says   it’s   a   hillbilly   instrument   and   won’t   let   me   put   it   in   any   of   our   albums."      He   couldn’t   help   but   roll   his   battered   up   eyes.

[sepplarsman]

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[wiccanblood]

❝  –  o1  /  16th  blood  on  my  mother’s  side  .  ❞                         (  personals  please  do  not  reblog  )

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wiccanblood·:

                       “ studio’s rented for the day . i’m covering some backing tracks & polishing rough ends but if you’re lucky i’ll be out in about six hours . ” never breaking stride from mixing board with a final switch she rolls chair inches back , sliding headphones past ears to give even a fraction of attention to who entered . just a bit more when she saw a familiar face , at least by the industry circle standards , “ oh cool .  hey . "  //  @bruizedup·

STARTER  CALL  (  ACCEPTING !  )

"'Ello,"      2D   gave   a   friendly   smile   and   wave;   He   recognized   her   from   various   music   festivals,   and   just   the   circulation   of   the   industry.   One   of   the   Hex   Girls   but   her   exact   name   was   lost   on   him.      "It's   a'right,   I   uh   -   I   actually   um,   left   something   here   last   night,   I   think,   and   if   I   don't   find   it,   Murdoc   is   gonna   kill   me."      His   fingers   wrung   together   with   anxiety   as   bruised   eyes   scanned   the   surfaces   around   the   studio,   he   picked   a   few   things   up   but   put   them   right   back   down   when   they   didn't   reveal   what   he   was   looking   for.      "You   see   a   notebook   around   here?   Notebook   that   says   Gorillaz   on   it,   has   a   bunch   of   important   things   innit   ---"

[xxkaibutsukoxx]

I was ever chasing fireflies

[soup4art]

He’s doing his best.

(Inspired by a scene from It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia!)

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friens

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(2-D is 100% one of those people who do not have an internal monologue.)

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oursklpper·:

What a peculiar visitor. Skipper cannot help but notice the huge, deep, dark pits that were his eyes and that brightly colored hair. He has seen nothing like this before. Aside from some emo-teens but that was a different story. Curious, he makes it his mission to follow the gangly cockney around the zoo, trying to remain undetected of course. He used the black of a trash can, facing the white of his belly into it so he could camouflage and awaited for the man to make his next move before attempting to continue this pursuit. Some of the other guests at the zoo seemed to know this man too. Was he a celebrity? 

Something about singer swelled through the air. Well Skipper and his men had once collaborated with Pitbull of all people and if there was a famous musician present then Skipper wanted intel. Who better to ask than the man himself? The avian waits until the suspected singer is alone again before making his move, he leans a flipper against the brick wall, clearing out his throat to get the tallest’s attention. ❛You’re quite the big-shot, aren’t you, High-pants? ❜ Was there any reason this guy wore his pants that high or was it just “fashion”?

@bruizedup· x.

Pick,   pick,   pick.   2-D   paid   no   mind   to   anyone   around   him   as   struggled   to   peel   the   plastic   off   from   around   the   cotton   candy   he'd   bought;   The   blood   that   fogged   his   vision   made   it   difficult   to   see   where   the   plastic   started   and   where   it   ended.   The   sound   of   someone   clearing   their   throat   caught   the   singer's   attention.   He   had   been   taking   photos   and   signing   autographs   since   he   got   there   and,   honestly,   he   just   wanted   to   eat.   But   it   wasn't   in   him   to   turn   down   a   fan.

2-D   looked   from   side   to   side,   a   smile   on   his   face,   but   seeing   no   one   near   him.   Not   even   when   he   squinted   although   he   questioned   whether   or   not   that   actually   helped   him.      "...   'Ello?"      He   called   out,   an   upward   inflection   in   his   voice.   The   fingers   of   one   hand   twitched,   and   he   stepped   forward   -   His   shin   immediently   coming   in   contact   with   something   and   sending   him   towards   the   concrete.   The   singer   let   out   a   high-pitched   cry   as   he   stumbled   and   landed   hard   on   the   ground,   cheek   first.      "Ow!"      He   cringed,   cradling   his   face   and   turning   over;   A   penguin?   2-D   blinked   incessantly.      "...   Did   you   jus'   talk   to   me?"

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This band is a fucking nightmare

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(I redid my carrd! if u click and it looks the same, just refresh the page cause sometimes carrd is weird.)

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dreamycollective·:

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    “ Wow, you’re a musician? I am too! Well, y’now… I’m still learning… The Holophonor is hard. ”

"I've   never   heard   of   that   instrument   before   -   You'll   get   the   hang   of   it,   instruments   can   be   a   bit   tricky.   I   play   the   pianos,   the   synthesizer,   melodica,   banjo,   guitar,   a   bit   of   the   drums...   trumpet..."      2D's   voice   trailed   off   for   a   moment,   bruised   eyes   squinting   as   he   tried   to   remember   the   extensive   list.      "Oh!   The   omnichord.   And   I'm   trying   to   learn   the   Theremin."

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hoopsheartthrob·:

“Touch a nerve?” 

The rabbit blinked, before a lightbulb seemingly clicked on. She hadn’t been offended — just stating her own personal opinion, as well. Sometimes, it came out harsher than intended, too. “Oh, you didn’t!” She clarified, shaking her head, with a smile. Most weren’t kind enough to consider her opinion or even apologize like he did. “—- Don’t look so worried, dude. You don’t look like a censor to me,” giggled the rabbit. “No suit … no ugly haircut … no tie. Definitely not a censor or an exec,” she nodded a final approval. Clearly, she was teasing. 

It seemed something else he’d said had already caught Lola’s interest. “You’re in the music business?” Long ears twitched as they fell over her shoulder. “Really? Cool. What do you do? Are you a singer?” 

"I   don't   know   what   an   'exec'   is   either,   blud,"      2D   joked.   The   topic   became   less   serious   and   he   seemed   to   relax,   the   tension   in   his   shoulders   fell;   He   had   been   afraid   that   he   somehow   messed   up   a   conversation   only   sentences   into   meeting   someone   -   Which   wouldn't   have   been   the   first   time.   His   comprehension   skills   were   very   weak.   But   music;   The   topic   of   music   arose   and   he   could   certainly   talk   about   that.      "Yeah!   I'm   the   frontman   of   Gorillaz."

"I   also   play   the   keyboards   along   wit'   singin'.   And   I   wrote   two   of   the   albums,"      2D   wiggled   two   long   fingers   in   the   air.      "Um   -   If   you've   never   heard   of   us,   you've   probably   at   least   heard   Feel   Good   Inc.   on   the   radio,   or   Clint   Eastwood."      Those   were   the   two   most   widely   known   songs   of   Gorillaz,   whether   or   not   their   sound   vibed   with   her   music   taste.