Gorillaz? Gorillaz.

My ask box is always open! I WILL NOT WRITE ANYTHING ABOUT SUICIDE OR SELF-HARM.

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[harvestkitty]

[attackforever]

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this is a dead meme but whatever i tried

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Gorillaz Rock icon series cont’ : Murdoc Richards

Guess this was before the time of snow hat trend orz…

..I put him in one anyways.

***Sorry this is a repost, # trouble again I don’t know wuts up lately***

[jaegervega]

Gjjhk this has been on my ‘to draw’ list for like 4years BLESS HE LOOKS AMAZING 🙏💚

[snickerdooble]

[last-living-imagines]

Murdoc Niccals would make a kickass Phantom of the Opera and no one can tell me otherwise

[last-living-imagines]

ok i'm sorry i'm probably bugging you so much but i love lilith so much & the one about her celebrating murdoc's birthday & i was wondering if you could do one where the fang celebrates lilith's birthday? and like maybe murdoc gets emotional because he never thought he'd be able to raise a kid yet here she is growing up ahhh 💚💚💚

So this has been in my ask for aaaaaages simply because I didn’t really have a birth date for Lilith yet. BUT NOW I HAVE IT! I’m also gonna have her be turning 16 in this, just so I can write this how I’m seeing it in my head~

“Liliiith,” She heard her voice being called. “Come on little devil, I know you’re awake.” She groaned and covered her face with a pillow, blocking out the lights that her father had just turned on. 

“Daaaaad!” She yelled into the pillow before peaking out to check her clock. “It’s two-thirty in the morning! Why are you waking me up?” She flailed to try and keep hold of the pillow as Murdoc snatched it away.

“Because there’s something I want you to see– come on.” He chuckled as she pulled herself out of bed, slipping on one of his old hoodies that she had stolen. That’s my girl. A badass, just like her dad. He thought to himself as he pushed her out of her room. He had Noodle help him with setting up a blanket on the roof for him while he woke his daughter up. 

“Dad, where the hell are we going?” Murdoc turned to see her rubbing her eyes with the sleeve pulled over her hands– a truly adorable sight, really. Lilith is the only person (aside from Noodle) Murdoc would ever dare call ‘adorable’. Lilith looked up to see the ladder going up toward the attic. “The attic?” She asked after following him up.

“Something a little bit more… open.” Murdoc gestured to the open window. After getting himself onto the roof, he carefully helped Lilith up to where Noodle had left the blanket. “Happy birthday, little devil.” He pulled his still half-asleep daughter into his side, kissing the side of her head. “Keep an eye on the moon.” He shook her lightly to wake her back up.

“I don’t… oh!” Lilith sat up a little straighter, squinting to see a shadow moving over the moon. “Dad, did you wake me up for the eclipse?!” 

Murdoc mimicked his daughter’s position, groaning as his knees popped as he crossed his legs. “I’m getting too old to be sitting like this…” He rocked slightly to get more comfortable. “When you were born, the world turned red.” Murdoc smiled, remembering fondly of the moment, well, fondly of everything besides her mother. “I looked at you and thought: That’s it. Only my kid would be born during a lunar eclipse.” He chuckled, seeing Lilith smile at him. 

Before she could say anything, their attentions turned back to the moon, just as it turned fully red. “Oh, I have something else for you.” Murdoc dug around in the pocket inside his jacket for her present. “Here– I know you’ve been into the crystals lately and had your uncle do some inquiring for me.” He held out the bundle of necklaces, each one holding a different crystal on it’s chain. 

A few weeks earlier, he sent in 2D to get some answers out of Lilith. He didn’t want to make it too obvious what she was getting from her father. He figured 2D would be the perfect candidate to get information for him, considering he was interested in what all the different crystals meant anyway. “You fink she’ll figure out why I’m asking ‘er?” 2D bit his lip nervously; he didn’t want to mess this up. 

“Nah! Besides, she won’t suspect I’d ask you to get anything from her.” Murdoc grinned slyly, sending 2D up to his daughter’s room.

“Dad! These are so beautiful!” Her smile stretched from ear to ear as she carefully inspected each one. “You even got me one with a piece of Fluorite! How did you know?!” She squealed, throwing her arms around him.

“Eh, I had a spy on the inside.” He threw an arm around her, happy that she liked her gifts. “What exactly do you think–”

“Fluorite is supposed to help bring chaos into order and promote stability. If that’s what you’re asking.” Lilith grinned as she cut him off, seeing as he got rather annoyed with her when she did that, but hey, who do you think she got her bad habits from? 

Lilith pulled away to put on one of the necklaces, looking back up toward the eclipse. She could feel him watching her as she memorized everything about the blood moon above her. “What?” She questioned, looking back at him.

Murdoc stared at her for another moment, taking in all the parts of her that were just like him– her thick, black locks, her green-tinted skin, and those dark eyes he now came to realize were more like his than her mother’s. “I just never thought I would have this moment, Lil. Never expected to have a kid, really.” He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. “But once I had your annoying ass,” He chuckled as she elbowed him. “I knew I had to be there for you– not like the piece of shit I called ‘dad’.” He shook his head to rid himself of the pain his own father put him through. “I knew I didn’t want to be that big of a piece of shit.” Lilith smiled leaning over to rest her head on his shoulder. 

“Love you dad.” She glanced up at him, seeing as she was still looking down at his lap. “You’re the best dad I could ask for– well, sometimes you need to chill out, but you’re still the best.” She wrapped her arms around him again, smiling as he kissed the top of her head. 

“Alright, enough of this sappy crap.” He pulled her up, taking the blanket with them. “Your aunt and uncles have some surprises for you.” He pointed toward the window they had exited from, seeing the three of them standing there with a black and red cake that read ‘Happy Sweet 16!’

“Isn’t it a little early for cake?” Lilith asked after climbing back into the attic. “It’s like three in the morning.” 

Russel pulled her into his side, ruffling her hair as she cried out in protest. “On your birthday, you can have cake whenever you want.”

“Even at three in the mornin’!” 2D shot her a toothy grin, showing off the gap at the front. “Wait, where’s Noodle gone?” They all looked around, Lilith still fixing her hair from Russel’s attack on her head.

“Right here!” Noodle appeared from behind a sheet-covered box that she was struggling to push forward. “Now, do you remember what you got for your dad a few years ago?” She leaned against Murdoc, hooking a thumb toward him. Struggling to remember at such an early time, Lil shook her head no. “Well, we’ve returned the favor.” Noodle winked, pulling the sheet off the box. “Open her up!”

Lilith dove forward, excitedly pulling the box open to reveal an exact replica of the bass she had picked out for Murdoc years before, although this one as a deep burgundy. “Holy shit!” She pulled it free from the box, admiring the color. “Thank you so much!” She looked toward her dad, who had the proudest smile plastered across his face. “Can we play together later?” She grinned hopefully.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, my little devil.” He pulled her in for another hug before taking the bass from her hands. “Oh, there’s one more thing…” 

There was a glint in his eye that Lilith really didn’t like. “Dad…” She took a step back. “What’re you–”Before she could finish, Murdoc had a hand behind her head, smacking the cake into her face.

“Ahh, sweet, sweet revenge.”

[last-living-imagines]

I see your 2D x famous singer and I raise you Murdoc x famous singer s/o. My friend and I had a huge debate on whether or no it'd even happen cbhffjebkn.

-Well let me just tell you, nonnie– Murdoc would NOT want it to fuckin’ happen, that’s for sure. Like he knows that they’re his competition and he shouldn’t like them, but HERE HE IS.

-Like the band had gone to their show one night and it just all went downhill from there. Murdoc already thought they were hot (and let’s be real, he wanted to fuck), but after seeing how they interacted with their fans and their personality, he started falling HARD. Like, ouch my heart hurts that I can’t be with them 24/7, hard.

-After the show, they all got to meet the singer, and they were just as charming off stage as they were on. MURDOC GOT SEMI-FLUSTERED which is how you know he’s having some problems. They got along really well once he calmed down a bit, and they even gave him their number before they left. 

-For a while, Murdoc debated whether or not he should even talk to them. He then thought ‘Nahhh, someone like them would hate a dickhead like me.” But finally grew a pair and sent them a casual “Hey, it’s Murdoc.”

-Proceeded to think about how fucking dumb that text was and debated sending another text, but ultimately decided he didn’t want to annoy them.

-Fast-forward to two weeks later, the two of them were texting each other CONSTANTLY. They had a lot in common, much to Murdoc’s surprise. While they weren't a Satanist, they surprised him by saying that they were Wiccan-- they also didn’t judge him for the things he believed in like many others do. It was a relief for him to know that he could speak his mind without being ridiculed for it.

-One night (S/N) was in town and had asked him to come out for drinks-- “All my friends ditched me... come out and have a pint or two?” Murdoc thought he was dreaming-- he threw on his boots and ran out of the house trying to put his jacket on. Noodle and Russel had seen him pass by in a hurry, leaving them throughly confused.

-He made it to the bar within 20 minutes of texting them back. Murdoc was livid that they were out by themselves-- what if something happened to them? How dare their friends leave them! Pushing open the door, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol slapped him in the face. He looked around almost frantically for (S/N) before finding them sitting at a corner table alone. His heart nearly broke at the sight.

-He quickly tried to compose himself as he sauntered over, taking a seat next to them and giving them a cheeky smile. “Aye love, come here often?” He cackled as they smacked his shoulder playfully. “’M sorry about your friends being dickheads. Not right to just leave you here.” He shook his head, an angry frown forming on his lips. 

“Eh, fuck ‘em.” They said with a somewhat sad shrug before downing whatever they had left of their drink. Needless to say, Murdoc was impressed as they had about a quarter left. 

-After a night of drinking, Murdoc had convinced (S/N) to come back to his place, knowing he’d be able to look after them there. The rest of the band seemed to be asleep when they came in, so (S/N) took the opportunity to push Murdoc against the door. “Woah there, love!” He tried to hold them back up, but they leaned in anyway. “Oh, I see where you’re goin’.” He grinned and crashed his lips into theirs.

-In the early hours of the morning, Murdoc woke up to a still-nude (S/N) laying on his chest, playing with his bangs. “Hi.” They gave him a small smile, leaning up to kiss him. “So does this mean we’re a thing?”

He shuffled a bit to get a better look at them. “Do you want to be a thing with this thing?” He gestures to himself as they frown and give him a little flick to the nose.

“You aren’t a ‘thing’.” They stick their tongue out at him before cuddling back into him. “You’re you and I like that. So yeah... I want to be a thing.” (S/N) leaned up to kiss him, smiling as they said: “We can be things together.”

-While he would never admit it, he felt like the luckiest man in the world. He had a fucking gorgeous, famous singer who actually liked him for the asshole that he was and he was not gonna fuck that up. “Come ‘ere you.” He grinned, pulling them into him for a second round ;)

[magic-vinny]

my therapist: CGI murdoc isn’t real he cant hurt you

CGI murdoc:

[litbitez]

green bean headcanons

• probably sleeps with his hand up your shirt.

• he often starts fights without really having a reason. this usually ends with him showing up at your door at 5 am, drunk, and apologising profusely.

• listening to him play his bass until you pass out next to him, because how the fuck can a Satanist play such soothing music.

• he’s always near you and touching you. Sometimes it’s innocent, sometimes it’s not. He says he likes touching you because you have nice skin (or whatever that means), but honestly, its to make sure that whatever you have is real.

• he has bruises on his neck from how many times you slapped him there for doing something completely dumb.

• and bruises for… other stuff too. wink wonk.

• he can cook, sort of. he tries for you.

• getting along well with the band. they say murdoc has become a little calmer now that you’re around. 2D isn’t so scared to be in murdoc’s presence anymore.

• surprisingly, he’s actually telling the truth about hearing Trumps name and always asks you to turn off the radio/tv whenever he’s mentioned. 2D always gets called in swiftly afterwards to make sure he doesn’t have a panic attack.

• OH he’s a bloody romantic. Roses n chocolate n shit like that. he loves seeing your face light up at the sight of food.

• seeing how many times you can scare each other in a day.

• he wrote a song about you once and recorded the instrumental parts of it. but god if you saw that he would kill the closest thing he could find.

you’ve seen it and listened to what he played. but he doesn’t have to know that.

• he’s not much of an “I love you” type of guy. He’s more of a “You are the worst” or a “stop what you are doing and let me take a picture.” kinda guy.

• kisses that make him blush at the most inopportune times.

• spoiling him with gifts just as much as he does to you.

• NEVER bringing up kids or a future family life. he’s more of a ‘living in the now’ sort of guy.

• if there is an age gap, you frequently reassure him that you still love him the same.

• annoying spontaneous pillow fights.

no seriously you threw a pillow at him once and the tea he was holding spilt on his shirt. he didn’t speak to you for a week after that.

he’s such a drama queen. it rubs off on you.

• the rest of the band is wary of the relationship at first since muds does have a history of treating his partners like objects.

• they soon warm up to it though.

• all in all, he’s not such a bad dude to date.

[last-living-imagines]

The band members of gorillaz and how they sleep with their s/o? ( UwU)

So I know I did one or two imagines that involved cuddling (they were for 2D and Murdoc), but I don’t think I’ve ever really done one for all of the band like this.

Murdoc: This mans will always turn away from his s/o in his sleep. He doesn’t do it on purpose– sometimes he’ll get a little to warm and roll away from the cause of the extra heat under the blanket. If he’s near the edge of the bed, sometimes his arm or leg will poke out from the blanket. When Murdoc does roll away though, his s/o is quick to follow after him– they were very comfortable with the extra warmth and want it back. Much to Mudz’ dismay. If the pair are ever on tour together and are forced to sleep in a bunk, Murdoc has NO PROBLEM having someone as gooooooorgeous as his s/o sleeping on top of him– makes things easier in the morning if ya know what I’m sayin’ ;)

2D: His poor fuckin’ s/o, man. 2D has a hard enough time fitting all his limbs under the blanket, but now he has to worry about possibly poking his s/o in the face with his elbows as he moves during the night. He’s definitely one of those people that moves around a lot in their sleep– rolling, moving their arms or legs to find that cold spot. In the midst of all this, if his arm or leg did collide with his s/o, his body would be like “Oh hey. There’s that person I like. Lemme just sliiiiiiither on over there.” And he would pull them into his body. The only times 2D doesn’t move around in his sleep as much is when he’s with his s/o. 

Russel: Russel is the kind of guy that can sleep through just about anything. The man looooves his sleep. When he’s with his s/o, he usually ends up on his back, with their head resting on his chest. Russ will usually sleep through his s/o getting up or back into bed from going to use the bathroom or to get a midnight snack. There are times where his s/o will wake him up late at night asking if he wants to go to the 24-hour diner by their place because they’re having a hard time staying asleep. After getting some midnight breakfast and some cuddles/massages from Russel, the pair have no trouble falling asleep for the rest of the night.

Noodle: These two are always all over themselves. Noodle tends to spread herself out on her bed, trying to take up as much space as she can– her s/o is the same way. If someone were to look at them while they were under a blanket, you couldn’t tell whose limb was whose. There have been times where Noodle gets woken up by her s/o’s arm in her face, but this just gives her the opportunity to cuddle into them before falling back asleep. Noods and her s/o tend to start out cuddling, but throughout the night end up moving themselves wherever they can. 

[last-living-imagines]

Can you do 2D and his s/o getting married or some domestic fluff with his wife please :0

Some fluffy 2D, coming right up!

-When their wedding day came, 2D was so nervous. Poor thing had his nerves getting the best of him all morning as he and the boys were getting ready. Noodle had stopped by at one point, easily finding the claiming words he needed to hear.

- “Don’t worry, Stu! (Y/N) loves you and the ceremony is going to be beautiful. She can’t wait for you to see her!” She ruffled his hair as he was sat in a sort of slump in the men’s dressing room. “I don’t know why the hell you resorted to listening to Murdoc’s ‘words of encouragement’.” She made quotations with her fingers and laughed when the bassist glared at her.

-Finally it was time for him to wait at the alter for you to come. He thought he was gonna throw up. Yeah, that flower pot looks good to throw up in. He thought as he pulled at his suit. He looked up to see Russel giving him a look that said ‘Don’t you fucking dare.’ 

-As he tried to calm his shaking hands, the music started up around him. The guests turned in their seats to see Noodle leading the procession, looking stunning in a purple bridesmaid dress. Behind her, the other bridesmaids looked just as lovely, but nothing could compare to his soon-to-be wife.

-(Y/N) stood at the end of the isle, hands clasped around a bouquet of red roses and baby’s breath. She had fussed over what kind of flowers she wanted for ages, but finally decided on something simple. Her dress pooled elegantly at her feet, flowing out behind her. She wanted something that made her look like a princess, but really she looked like a queen.

-2D immediately started crying. He felt Murdoc clap him on the shoulder. “Mate. How did you get that? Damn.” 2D elbowed him away, his eyes never leaving (Y/N). As she came up to him, she grimaced, stopping where she stood. “Hold on!” She held up a finger and handed her flowers to Noodle. 2D paled, thinking she was going to change her mind.

-He had nothing to worry about though, as she reached down to take her heels off. “These are so uncomfortable.” She laughed as she tossed them to the side. 2D couldn’t help the grin that was now plastered across his face– of course she couldn’t stand to wear her heels for more than 10 minutes. That was just like her.

-After a laughter and tear-filled ceremony and dancing the night away at their reception, they were off to their honeymoon. 2D planned on keeping the destination a secret until they got to the airport.

- “Wait?! We’re going to Paris?” (Y/N) squealed as they reached their gate. 

“City of love, darling.” Stu grinned, pulled her in to kiss the top of her head.

-A few days into their trip, he woke up to the smell of pancakes being made. He crawled out of bed, groaning softly as he stretched. He wandered out to the kitchen to find his wife, dressed only in his shirt which was more of a dress on her, humming to herself as she cooked. She jumped slightly as he wrapped his arms around her waist, bending down to rest his chin on her shoulder. “Mmmm, smells delicious baby.” He grinned and nuzzled his face into her neck before placing a soft kiss there.

-(Y/N) grinned and turned her head to kiss her husband. “I figured I’d let you sleep in and wake you up with some breakfast.” She flipped the pancake onto the plate on the counter, making sure everything was turned off before turning into his chest. “And maybe you can have some desert after.” 2D was a little stunned as she cheekily nipped at his lips, moving away to finish their breakfast.

[last-living-imagines]

idk what you’d be able to write with it, but.. i’ve always loved the idea of mudz with a motorcycle. it’s just a concept that’s been on my mind a lot lately

Yo. Nonnie. My dude. Mudz with a motorcycle is my shiiiiiit.

-Murdoc absolutely adores his bike. Fucking loves it. He always says “Look at that. My baby looks so good today.” He says this especially after he’s washed it down and polished it.

-When he gets really angry or overwhelmed, he’ll go out for a ride on his motorcycle for a while. He’ll leave a note for his bandmates or send out a text, but usually he likes to be left alone at times like this. It helps him let go of any tension he’s holding onto and he can relax. On these rides, he likes to go out to a scenic overlook and just be for a while.

-While he’s out by himself, he’ll keep a notebook in one of the side bags on the bike, making note of things that he notices, especially if it inspires him. If anyone tries calling him while he’s out, he’ll end up turning his phone off just to be left alone. Depending on the caller though, he’ll answer with a “Fuck off mate!” before hanging up and throwing the phone into the bag.

-He’s one of those biker guys that wants to show off and be a badass. He’s always got the studded leather jacket with his name on the back, probably has flames on the side of the bike cause he has to be that guy. He’s got that little bit of fringe on the handles and the aviator glasses usually perched on his nose or tucked into his shirt.

-WILL. NOT. LET. 2D. TOUCH. THE. FUCKING. BIKE. Murdoc knows how much of a klutz the guy can be, which is why 2D is not allowed anywhere near the bike. Mudz payed too much for it– he isn’t letting some dimwit ruin it because he trips over his own feet.

-Out of the whole band, Noodle is the only one he trusts to take the bike out for a ride. She’s helped him work on it before, considering she has the smaller, more nimble fingers to get into those nooks and crannies. After all the work she helped put into the bike and taking her out for a few rides, Murdoc allowed her to take the bike out on her own. 

-Noodle is extreeeeeemely careful with Murdoc’s bike. She knows he won’t hesitate to fucking murder her if there’s even one tiny scratch on it when he gets it back. She tries to park it away from other cars if she takes it out to run errands just to keep it in pristine condition.

-She actually did get a scratch on one of the mufflers, but managed to buff it out before Murdoc got home. She had been in the middle of polishing it when he returned, so to cover her as she just said she had gotten bored and decided to put a little shine on it. Don’t tell Murdoc though.

[last-living-imagines]

pssst, hey, can I request some 2D as a dad headcanons if you've got time?

Psst, hey, here you go:

-2D is the very definition of a loving father. He’s always been very hands-on with his child– he’ll always volunteer to change diapers, help his kid clean up messes, get dressed for the day, etc. He wants to be there for his child as much as he possibly can.

-While he isn’t the most intelligent person, it doesn’t make him stupid. He understands basic human necessities and emotion. When his child is upset, he knows just how to make them feel better and will stop at nothing to make them smile– even if he has to hurt himself in the process. 

-When his kid is old enough to go to school and start bringing friends home, he tries to be the ‘cool dad’. He really lets the kids do whatever they want, so long as they’re not getting into any trouble or could get hurt.

-As they get older though, he starts to embarrass the hell out of them. He loooooves showing off old baby pictures. He’s got that iconic ‘child in the bathtub with bubbles everywhere’ picture ready to whip out at any moment.

-Over summer break, if Gorillaz is going on tour, 2D offers to bring his child on tour so they can see the more ‘professional’ side of him. They’ve been around the band since they were born, but they’ve never been on tour– only a concert or two. While on tour with his their dad, they get the chance to experience different parts of the world and try new things with him. 

-Also 2D will always be down to watch cartoons with his kid. Always. No matter how old they get, he will ALWAYS be down.

[polygonfighter]

[last-living-imagines]

I would literally fucking cry if someone drew Lilith (with or without Murdoc). If anyone wants more details about her, lemme know and message me.

[skeledraws]

resident bassist/mess gets blackout-drunk and accidentally bleaches his own hair

[5n002e-art]