[isgcd]

❛❛    HERE’S    SOME    ADVICE    FOR    THE    NEXT    GENERATION ;        if    there’s    a      dream      in    your    heart,    never    let    anyone    tell    you    you’ve    got    no    talent.     get    out    there,     EMBARRASS      yourself,    and      prove    to    the    world      you’ve    got    no    talent                                            then    give    up.       ‘cause    not    everyone    can    be    a    genius    like    me.     ❜❜

an  independent,  mutuals  only  roleplay  blog  for  murdoc  niccals  of  gorillaz. written  by  julia.

hello ! i'm julia. sweden. 28. she / her pronouns.

engage only if you are 18+.

NSFW content will occur ( not necessarily sexual themes, but also themes of violence, mentions of both physical and mental abuse, drug and alcohol abuse and satanism. )

if i followed you back i did it for a reason and would LOVE to roleplay with you ! i’m private and will therefore only roleplay with mutuals.

this roleplay blog is purely a hobby of mine and will never be my top priority considering the fact that i also work full-time - which means that i’m not always that fast with replies, though, feel free to message me if you feel like i’ve forgotten about a thread, or if you just wanna chat x

be urself and have fun xx

ABOUT MUDROC.

name: murdoc alphonce niccals.

age: 36-59.

gender: cis male.

sexual orientation: bisexual, leaning heavily towards men.

profession: bassist in the band gorillaz.

vices: alcohol, cigarettes.

mental: borderline personality disorder and narcissistic personality disorder.

[ellenripleys]

[isgcd]

one thing about murdocs relationship with his father is that he will rarely speak badly about him, or even acknowledge that he had a horrendous and traumatic childhood. admitting to it = vulnerable = weak. and murdoc would never allow himself to be seen as vulnerable !! if anyone were to ask him abt his father, hed probably say something like ”if it werent for him i wouldnt be where i am today”, or ”ive got thick skin because of him.” just framing it as something that made him stronger and greater yanno. in reality hes deeply traumatized. he will never admit it

their dynamic is reflected in the way murdoc treats 2d, hes literally repeating the role of his own father. he sees himself in 2d and treats him the way he himself was treated 😶 thats his way of taking control of his childhood. thats him getting the power back

[theunfunnyguy]

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(230): Mannish Boy by Muddy Waters

[bundledmisery]

@isgcd sent: you wouldn’t believe the bribes i get, either.

"why would they need to do that? you seem like you are up for anything." derogatory.

"unless they are bribing you to go away!"

[isgcd]

' cheeky ! ' lets be real, if people were bribing murdoc to go away, he'd the the richest bastard alive.

' believe it or not, they bribe me because i'm worth bribing, sweetheart. they all wan' somethin' ; talents . . . connections . . . an' sometimes, they jus' wan' my charmin' company. '

[bundledmisery]

"policing how a woman speaks. not a good look for an ally." personally, divina thinks that women are better off without murdoc as a self-proclaimed supporter. especially with how late to the game he is.

she isn't stupid, though. this new leaf has nothing to do with looking inward. divina is still trying to get rid of the silk velvet from his last quest for love. or was it a one night stand. she can't remember and he probably isn't that picky. "who are you trying to sleep with now?"

[isgcd]

' someone's in an awful good mood today. ' dryly, the bassist mutters. not shifting his gaze away from the street beyond the glass. hand stops scratching his chin and instead slips under his shirt, claws lazily dragging across skin below his belly button. divina speaks again, and that's when murdoc finally turns his head ; corner of his mouth lifting in something smug and unpleasantly pleased.

' sleep with ? oh, please ─ tha's a real toxic mindset, innit ? very cynical of you. ' green hand moves to wave dismissively in the air. ' now, i don' mean to sound awful, but i don' need to become an ally to the feminine condition to make 'em wanna spend a night with me. i'm the irresistible flame, yeah ? an' they're moths. simple biology. '

' but never mind tha'. men can change. ' a pause. optics narrowing in her direction ; something bitter and sour creeping into the man's features. ' . . . also there's this journalist who keeps callin' me a cultural parasite. an' i'm thinkin' if i convince her i'm politically enlightened she might stop writin' tha'. '

[bundledmisery]

🍒 + isgcd 😇😈

send me 🍒 + a url and i will write some positivity for them.

julia is the heart & soul of the gorillaz rpc. meanwhile i'm, like, the appendix but this isn't about me! big fan forever & always. no one else captures the grime that is murdoc niccals quite like her.

[isgcd]

[bundledmisery]

@isgcd: i’m a feminist now.

divina doesn't remember when murdoc showed up or if he's always been here, lurking like a green crypt keeper. whatever's left of her good mood is quickly smushed under his cuban boots, which isn't very feminist of him. her sister was right: men are the thief of joy.

"oh, would you fuck off."

[isgcd]

' mm. tha's no way to greet an ally. bit exclusionary, tha'. ' murdoc plants his hands on his hips, body twisting lazily toward the window. he nods to himself, discoloured face turning to the busy street outside ; not looking at divina as he continues on with his absolute rubbish no one asked for.

' been doin' some reading, me. tha's right ─ personal growth. self-reflection. all tha' bollocks. ' one hand lifts to his chin, scratching thoughtfully at his stubble, ' an' i definitely think noodle should play the next james bond. '

[connerys]

Born to Be Bad (1934) dir. Lowell Sherman

[somesacredquestions]

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Do you believe in Jesus Christ?

[isgcd]

@gitarisutos said: ' go away. go on. sod off. '

early morning. building's still and quiet. just noodle and her guitar resting against her thigh as she plucks it ; almost managing to ignore the sound of boots approaching down the corridor. ' ohh, aren't you a ray of sunshine ? ' murdoc answers as he appears in the doorway. mug in his hand, caribbean roast, heavy and sweet and a bit too heavy with rum ─ perhaps that's why he appears unusually chipper. eyes a bit too bright for this hour, usually.

bitter expression ignored as he strolls in, dropping himself into the seat next to her, mug landing on the table with a careless clink ; dark liquor spilling out over the rim. cue he stretches out, one leg slung over the other in one swift motion. he folds his hands behind his head, leaning himself back.

' no, no ─ don' stop on my account, love, enlighten me. ' he encourages, ' tell y'er favourite bassist what y'er workin' on. '

[gitarisutos]

@isgcd sent: you're on my side because i say you're on my side.

the reunion, at best, is tense. noodle is tightly wound, kinetic emotion threatening to explode at the slightest prodding. this quip from the bassist should have been the catalyst but she composes herself. rudimentary practise of meditation finally pays off.

looking inward, she finds it within her mind, body, and soul to not pistol whip him.

"you have me confused with your robot."

[isgcd]

no, the tension isn't lost on him ; in this moment, noodle standing that still, that composed ─ is somehow worse than anything else. her silence crawls beneath his skin, prompting a green palm to drag down his face, attempting to peel the irritation off his own, bumpy features as he restlessly paces. not meeting her gaze as he circles around.

the mention of his robot snaps him back, and murdoc soon stills. all kinds of emotions stirring, though anger is the only admissible one ; his usual, devastating form of defense mechanism. he was everything but weak. ' oh, don' start with tha', ' murdoc spits, pointing a crooked claw at the other's chest when he finally looks at her. ' cyborg this, free will tha' . . . you lot never stop bangin' on about it ! '

the band was basically an ecosystem, gorillaz' god their spine. they were always going to be on his side. ' . . . don' blabber out things you don' mean. '

[isgcd]

GORILLAZ  SENTENCE  STARTERZ .

non - music  gorillaz  sentence  starters,  taken  from  various  audio  /  film  clips  and  interviews. 

‘   freedom  is  in  your  noggin.   once  you  understand  that,  you  have  the  mental  strength  to  endure  anything. ’

‘  i  reckon  you’ll  go  far,  if  you  ever  manage  to  pay  off  those  crippling  loans.  ‘

‘  what  happens  in  the  past  stays  in  the  past.   that’s  my  motto.  ‘

‘  it’s  a  philosophy  that  helps  me  remain  in  the  moment  while  giving  me  licence  to  behave  exactly  as  i  like  without  having  to  worry  about  guilt  or  regret.  ‘

‘  oh,  i  know.   i’m  down  with  the  kids.  don’t  worry.  ‘

‘   ___    is  such  a  poser.  ‘

‘  beer  is  proof  that  god  loves  us  and  wants  us  to  be  happy.  ‘

‘  i  like  blue  and  i  like  green.   mix  it  together  you  get  turquoise.  ‘

‘   some  people  are  born  great,  and  some  have  greatness  thrust  inside  them.  ‘

‘  don’t  worry,  we  can  hang  out  in  my  room,  i  still  haven’t  finished  that  jigsaw.  ‘

 ‘  the  wrinkles  on  my  face  are  laughter  lines.  ‘

‘  nothing  is  that  funny.  ‘

‘  if  you  touch  my  leg  one  more  time,  i  will  call  the  cops.  ‘

‘  there’re  a  million  possible  futures  out  there.   question  is,  which  one  do  you  wanna  pick  ?   ‘

‘  you  wouldn’t  believe  the  bribes  i  get,  either.  ‘

‘  hold  on,  what  was  the  bit  about  ice  hockey  ?   i  definitely  heard  ice  hockey.  ‘   

‘   sounds  like  something    ___    might  have  said  when  he’s  had  too  many  twisters.  ‘

‘  i  punched  him  for  saying  that.  ‘

‘  sod  off,  you  old  goth.  ‘

‘  snobs  look  down  on  people,  and  i  look  down  on  everyone.   not  in  a  snooty,  classist  way,  i  mean  because  i’m  better  than  everyone.  ‘

‘  i  don’t  give  a  shit  about  good  manners.   although  it  does  piss  me  off  when  people  slurp  soup.  ‘

‘  i’m  a  feminist  now.  ‘

‘  our  paths  entwine,  then  separate–   like  a  messed - up  pretzel.  ‘

‘  i  was  in  a  relationship  with  six  other  people,  that’s  my  problem  with  her,  you  know  ?  ‘

‘  why  don’t  you  jump  in  next  to  me  and  feel  the  quality  of  these  sheets  ?  

‘  whales  !   they’re  enormous  too  big  !  ‘

‘  go  away.   go  on.   sod  off.  ‘

‘  do  you  wanna  come  and  watch  a  zombie  film  ?  ‘

‘  i  just  got  a  blu - ray  of  evil  dead.  ‘

‘  i  love  cats.   they’re  always  the  first  to  spot  ghosts  in  horror  movies.  ‘

‘  i  don’t  think  i’ve  learned  anything.   and  that  is  a  lesson  itself.  ‘

‘  fear  was  one  of  the  biggest  emotions.   and  frustration.  ‘

‘  look,  i’ve  got  two  cups  of  orange  juice  in  my  hand.  ‘

‘  he  begged  me  to  take  him  on.  ‘

‘  they  did  give  me  substance.   or  substances.   i’m  not  sure.  ‘

‘  who  the  hell  are  you  ?   how  did  you  get  my  number  ?  ‘

‘  my  gaff,  my  rules  !  ‘

‘  i  like  to  shop  under  pressure.  ‘

‘  how  much  longer  are  this  warm - up  band  going  to  hold  the  stage  for ?  ‘

‘  look  up    ___    in  the  dictionary,  it  says  ‘ungrateful wanker’.  ‘

‘  i  don’t  think  people  should  be  forced  to  do  anything.  ‘

‘  afterwards  he  said  i  was  a  good  listener,  and  not  like  all  the  other  girls.   we  hugged,  exchanged  numbers,  and  i  left.   he  never  called.  ‘

‘  if  you  don’t  know,  a  sharknado  is  a  phenomenon  where  a  tornado  sucks  up  a  shoal  of  killer  sharks,  then  spins  across  the  land  eating  and  destroying  everything  in  its  path.  ‘

‘  luckily  they’re  quite  rare.  ‘

[gitarisutos]

at least the vocalist is picking up some of what she's putting down. her arm reaches over 2d to slap the bassist's arm.

"you looked like a magenta crayon."

[voidpill]

" i quite miss them robes, actually. they were airy an' i didn't hafta wear pants underneath 'em. "

[isgcd]

' you didn't wha' under the sacred robes ? deary me, an' you guys call me the unhinged one . . . unbelievable. '

' magenta crayon. for y'er information, my dear noodle, tha' garb cost more than this entire bail ─ imported velvet. hand-stitched. you lot are banned from robes. you clearly cannot be trusted with airflow. '

[gitarisutos]

@voidpill @isgcd

they're finally bailed out of jail.

"what have we learned about being in a cult?"

[voidpill]

" ... "

2d's actually not quite sure what he's meant to take home from all this.

" er, to... not join 'em? "

[isgcd]

he gives 2d a swift smack on his head, shutting him up. ' wha' we learned ? ' murdoc asks, teeth sharp.

' well . . . we learned i look phenomenal in ceremonial velvet ─ tha's wha' we learned. haw, haw. '

[gitarisutos]

WE WEREN'T REALLY GORILLAZ UNTIL NOODLE ARRIVED

[isgcd]

BEEN SHAKING MY ASSSSSSSS AT WORK