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Introdih:

Stu!!(2D)

Age:16-17

Funfact:He prefers oasis over blur :/

looks: Well.. his hair is dyed blue patchy at the roots,Like he did it himself in the bathroom mirror at 4am while drunk(True)

He’s unusually taller than most of his grade and mostly gets mistaken for a 20 year old(giraffe)

Murcocaine!!:

Age:20-21(ew old)

Funfact:his dad abandoned him..that’s it

Looks:he has a face what’s already worn down by cigarettes,drugs,etc,He has GREASY,OILY,black hair (some people suspect he has lice which he does)broken nose what he cannot afford to get fix(Russels incidents)

Russel!!:

Age:16-17

Funfact:He has STRICT religious parents

Looks:He got his head shaved by Murdoc at a sleepover🫩overall just a average teen stuck with some weird ass gay people

Del!!:

Age:16-17

Funfact:DJ for MANY parties

Looks:Nonchalant Dread-Head,He sort of looks like Russ but his skin’s lighter(Did I mention he’s Murdocs smuggler?)

Paula!:

Age:15-16

Funfact:Only dating stu cause she’s a gold digger 💔(BRO LEAVE HER ALREADY)

Looks:Basically your typical popular girl but with black hair and a high pitched voice she puts on when she wants something (She sounds like Theodore)

Noodle!!!!:

Age:7-8

Funfact:knows how to fight (She kicked Del in the balls once) and also only knows how to speak Japanese!!

Looks:Curly short blackish-bluish hair,VERY short for her age(She got mistaken for a toddler.)cusses everyone out in Japanese (Murdoc:Speak English Hoe)

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

Chapter 1: New year, Same hell (Pre-Phase 1)

Third Person:

The bell went off, everyone flinched as if it was a threat of some sort.

Stuart didn’t budge, he just stood against the lockers, arms crossed, silently judging everyone(emo).

“Why is a grown man in school??” Whispered a year 9 girl

“I’m 16.” said Stu dryly, brushing his messy blue bangs away from his eye.

A couple of kids stared a second too long before walking away,One even laughed.

He was used to it. He tugged at the sleeve of his blazer and went back to watching the people walking by,like it offended him

“Oi!Over here you lanky bastard!”

Murdoc stood a couple meters away,his 10th ciggarete already lit even tho they were inside.

“Why do you always look so miserable Pot?”

Murdoc said with a smirk forming on his face

“What did you need Mudz…”

“Bored”

“That’s not actually a reason..”

“It is when you don’t care.”

Suddenly Russel appeared behind them,backpack slung low,ugly ass hair making him look permanently irritated.he immediately stopped when he saw green goblin

“You’re actually not skipping for once.”Russ said “unbelievable.”

Murdoc grinned “Miss me ?”

“No.”

Del slid up next to russ,headphones hanging loose round his neck while he glanced over at Stuart looking him up and down “..Man,that dye jobs…uh…tragic?”

The blue haired boy rolled his eyes “Shut up it’s perfect.”

“Anyways we’re gonna visit yours after school.”

“Er,no..not today..Paula wants something from Pandora..”

Murdoc gagged “This is why I hate teenag-“

“Stu,your lovestruck.” Interrupted Russel shaking his head in disapproval

The bell rang louder this time..everyone rushed to their classes except Murdoc and Stuart who stayed put

“Yknow..”murdoc said breaking the awkward silence between the two “you don’t really deny when people ask you for things or ask you for a favour.”

Stu lifted up his head a slight bit,his bangs covering his eyes “Should I?”

Murdoc grinned “Nah makes you more…interesting..” he said before trailing off to History

Stuart didn’t like the way that sounded.

#gorillaz #collaboration #2d gorillaz

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2nu shippers deserve electric chair.

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the mountain is peak ⛰️

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Gorillaz

Noodle girls

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Oh Mother Green Pt. 1

“Alright, what the fuck have you ordered now?” You shouted as you looked the crate into the living room.

Murdoc rose up off the sofa, nervously laughing, “About that… that would be our guitarist.”

You looked at him, “Murdoc. Human trafficking is a crime!” You began to panic. “Get the prybar, 2D!”

The lanky singer walked to the closet, you knocked on the crate, “Hello? Is someone in there?”

A knock came back. “It’s okay, we’ll get you out of there.”

2D came back with the prybar and handed it to you, “Here, do you think she’s okay in there?”

You wedged the hooked in under the wooden lid, “She better be or you are going to have to explain it to the police.” You said, looking at Murdoc.

After a few attempts, you broke the lid off, revealing a surprisingly calm little girl. You locked eyes with her and instantly there was a feeling of protectiveness.

Ever since that meeting in the FedEx crate, you loved Noodle more than you ever thought you were capable of loving anyone or anything else.

You smiled as you were cooking up a small breakfast when a pair of arms came around your legs. It was Noodle.

“Morning,” you said, attention going back to the pancake you prepared to flip.

The little girl went to go sit at the table, waiting on you. You saw her out of the corner of your eye playing with the fork and butter knife. Yet again, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, this time further up on you.

“Morning, Murdoc.” You said, feeling his head rest on your shoulder.

“Whatcha cooking?”

“Pancakes and I am thinking about attempting a cat shaped one for a little someone.” You said loud enough for her to hear, drawing a smile from her.

Murdoc tilted his head to press a kiss to your cheek, “What’s got you in a lovey mood?” You giggled.

“It’s just me, you… and the kid.” He said.

“Oh so you’re embarrassed of me around the boys.” You tsk-ed at him.

Murdoc rolled his eyes playfully, “Always trying to pick a fight.” He removed his arms and walked to the table where Noodle sat. You glanced at the scene before you: Murdoc and Noodle simply talking, even though Noodle was talking a entirely different language, he seemed to understand to an extent.

You smiled at the sight. Murdoc was rough a little deep than the edges but deeper down than most would care to look was a good man, a caring one, one that wanted more than life would give him. That was why he tried so hard to be this over the top rockstar and he was successful with it.

You couldn’t help but think back to the younger days of your relationship, when your mom warned you about boys like him and your dad was tempted to drown him in the bathtub.

You remembered when you ran off with him, with only a back pack, purse and your last paycheck from your cashier job; Oh, how your mom cried and your dad yelled as you rode away on the back of his motorcycle, not caring how fast and how far he was going to go. Being nineteen, young and free was how you saw him still.

Since that day, you enjoyed being the missus. You helped plan out shows, you made the real estate deal for Kong Studio and you took care of them all.

You flipped the last pancake onto a plate, “Who wants the first one?”

It had been years since then. Still, you smiled as you thought about it all, fond memories hung in your head like forgotten Christmas lights.

Noodle’s Sweet Sixteenth Birthday, 2D getting his Law Degree, Russel publishing a cookbook and Murdoc and you getting married, lasting a few years then getting ‘divorced’ after it was brought to light that he forged the marriage certificate.

You and Murdoc had, like many rockstar young love havers, fell apart but Noodle still called you ‘Mama’ which was the highest honor you could have ever been given.

You were sitting on the porch, gently humming as you painted when you heard someone call your name.

“Mama!” You looked up and saw your sweetheart, “I got you something!”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that!” You said, standing up and walking to open the walk way gate for her. As soon as she closes it behind her, you put your arms around her. You kissed her cheek as you both walked up the path, “You must be tired, sit here. I made lemonade!” You said, cheerily.

“I need to talk to you.”

You stopped and looked at her, “About what, sweetie?”

Noodle looked at you, “Murdoc started a cult.”

“What for?”

“Seducing a demon.”

You laughed lightly, “Of course it was, poor bastard could never pick up girls, I had to go to him.” You then rolled your eyes, “Execpt the Paula Cracker incident, could’ve killed him right then and there

“Mama, I think he misses you.”

You went silent. A life full of peace, quiet and no obligations is what you were living now.

You had your daughter, a few friends that came over and talked about books, gossip and recipes with, a side hustle of making paintings and doing portraits of people. But oh god, did you miss him.

“What makes you think that?” You asked her. You looked at her long and hard, mind drifting back to the little girl who was scared of the dark and wanted orange juice with every meal.

The teenager who crashed your car into a light post and told you to get out of her room.

The young lady who shone brightly with the influence of your kindness and Murdoc’s ambition, who was looking at you; thirty years of love, pride and purest joy staring at you.

“He seems so lonely and he still has a picture of you in his wallet. Multiple actually, which, quick question, did you really look like that in the 80s?”

You chuckled, “Why yes, my hair was that big, bleached and frizzled. A real Janet Gardener type but if you thought mine were bad, god, you should’ve seen Murdoc, a Kip Winger reject.”

Noodle noticed how you lit up talking about your youth and how you and he used to be. She knew you missed him too.

cikalys

Chat, I think it worked

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I heard they're married in this phase

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this pic did numbers on twitter so

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She's right where she wants to be

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I LOVE YURI

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finally made some gorillaz fan art yayy

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last-living-imagines

Murdoc as a single dad and he's raising an adorably shy 5 year old girl. Can be sad or fluffy I'd love either one pwease~

Alright nonnie, this is gonna be a long one for ya, so let's get into it~

I realized after I wrote this how often I go to baths when writing about small children cause it isn’t something they can necessarily do themselves lmao why am I like this

-The day Murdoc’s daughter showed up on his doorstep, he thought it was a joke his ex was pulling. He’d known about his daughter and frequently would visit and shower her with gifts. “Where’s your mum?” He’d asked her, taking her inside Kong. Behind her, she pulled a suitcase bigger than she was, a massive backpack strapped across her back. (D/N) pulled the bag off her back, digging around a moment before finding a letter that her mother had written just for him. Murdoc took it and furrowed his brow, asking Russ to take her and the bags up to her room. His daughter always loved Russel, she said he gave the best piggy back rides. With her being on the shy side, Russel was one of the few people that she was comfortable being around.

- “Murdoc, I’m dropping off (D/N) for you– she’s your problem now. She’s too much like her goddamn father and I can’t stand it anymore. No matter what I do, clearly I’m not fit to be a mother. Don’t try to contact me– I won’t answer and I never want to see you again. Either of you.”

-Oh he was fucking livid. No one just tosses a child away like that. Murdoc crumbled up the letter, making his way into the kitchen with his lighter in hand. 2D was sitting at the island in the middle of the room, watching him as he moved. “Mudz?” He tilted his head slightly, watching the angry bassist light the paper on fire over the sink. “What’s happened?” Murdoc just shook his head, leaning over the sink, watching the letter burn. The heat of the small fire was no match for the burning hatred he felt for his ex.

- “How the fuck could she do that to my daughter?!” Murdoc smacked the counter, causing 2D to jump in his seat. He turned to the singer, angry tears starting to pool in his eyes. 2D had never seen Murdoc like this– it honestly scared him a bit. Mudz fell back against the counter, sliding to the floor while pushing his fists to his eyes. “How could she just…dump her?”

-MUDZ IS A FUCKING WRECK MY GUY. 2D HAS NO CLUE WTF TO DO CAUSE MURDOC IS USUALLY A DICKHEAD.

-2D carefully went over, taking a knee in front of him. “What’s goin’ on, man? Talk to me.” He listened carefully as Murdoc explained what had just happened and how his daughter was just upstairs with Russel, hopefully preoccupied. The singer sat across from his friend, rubbing the back of his neck as he processed everything. “God…that’s fuckin’ awful.” He looked back at Murdoc to see he was glaring at him slightly– the tears were gone, having been rubbed away. “Don’t worry, Mudz! You’re a great dad.” 2D shot him a smile, giving him a light punch on the knee. “We’ll help ya out when ya need it. Guaranteed (D/N)’s happier here than she was with that wench.” At that Murdoc smiled a little, allowing 2D to help him back up on his feet.

-Murdoc didn’t do this often, but he knew when it was needed. This was one of those times. “Thanks ‘D.” He ruffled the singer’s hair, leaving him to his own devices so he could go spend some time with his daughter.

-As the day came to an end, Murdoc had been spending every moment with (D/N). He had given her a bath earlier, watching her fondly as she made bubble mountains and hats. Noodle had made her night when she brought in a bright pink bath bomb as the tub had been filling up. Murdoc’s daughter watched in awe as the bath bomb swirled around in the water. After the tub was bright pink and bubbles were nearly overflowing over the sides, she had given him a bubble hat and beard, giggling uncontrollably when Murdoc blew raspberries on her arms and shoulders, effectively getting bubbles everywhere.

- “Daddyyyyyyy stooooooop!” She batted her hands at him, trying to get him to stop tickling her. As she flailed her arms around, she ended up hitting him directly in the eye. Gasping, she covered her face with her hands, but peeked out from between her fingers. “Sowwy.” She watched as her father rubbed his eye, a frown plastered on his face. He let her think he was really hurt, waiting until she reached out to him to grab her up with the towel. “Daaaaad!” She squealed, throwing her little arms around his neck.

-It may not seem like it, but Murdoc tried to be the best father that he could be. Behind closed doors, he was incredibly caring and very protective of his own. When it came to his daughter, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her. He made sure she was happy and that she had everything she needed. If she was upset, Murdoc would do anything in his power to put a smile on her face, even if it meant putting his own problems and work aside. The fans might not realize it, but he had cleaned up his act once he had a kid. He settled any deals or debts he had made and made sure that nothing would ever put (D/N) in harm’s way.

-Murdoc had just finished helping (D/N) put her pjs on and was tucking her into bed when she sat back up. She looked at him with her big doe eyes– just like her mother’s. Murdoc shook his head slightly as if it would help make the thought go away. “What’s the matter, love?” He watched as his daughter looked down at his hand, putting her own against it. Compared to Murdoc, her skin had only the slightest hint of green to it– something that would darken and become more prominent as she grew.

~HERE COMES THE WICKED SAD BITS BUCKOS~

- “Daddy,” A frown formed on her face as she traced the lines of his palm lightly. “Why did mommy not want me?” Murdoc’s tiny, shrivelled up heart broke into a million pieces at the question. Having no right words to say, he scooped her up in his arms, stroking her hair and rocking her.

- “She didn’t want me either baby.” He muttered with a frown, kissing the top of her head. He held her as she cried, continuously rubbing her back and kissing her forehead. He really didn’t know what to say, he just knew that from then on, he would be the best parent for her possible.

-Standing up with her balanced on his hip, he grabbed her pillow to bring with them. He walked down the hall with her, her blanket trailing along behind them, and brought her into his own bedroom. He could tell she would end up asleep with him anyway. He tucked her into the far side of the bed that was against the wall, knowing that she had a tendency to roll and didn’t want her to fall off and hurt herself.

-He had just climbed into bed and (D/N) was already curled into his side, her fist clutching his shirt tightly. “Love you.” She mumbled, rubbing at her eyes with her free hand. Murdoc wrapped an arm around her, dragging his fingers up and down her back till she began to drift off to sleep.

- “I love you too, sweetheart. To the moon and back.”