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MFNICCALS, an indie roleplay blog for Murdoc Niccals from Gorillaz
Damon Albarn can eat my ass
21+ Only
Asks currently Open
Ask me about my insane Plastic Beach Theory
Para, Novella
Dash Only
Bio || Memes || Playlist || Art
Preestablished relationships? Perhaps….pre established romanic relationships…..
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I feel like I’m trying to take the redemption arc Gorillaz spent one whole phase on and really build off it. Like the amount of deeply, insanely fucked up things Murdoc has done are just really not forgivable. Honestly I don’t think he SHOULD be given grace for Plastic Beach. And tbh I don’t think 2D (burnlikeme) will let him try to pretend it didn’t happen.
I understand my green cartoon fortnite guy can’t really get much substantial development which is very frustrating because it feels like they just kinda forgot about what they were doing after Song Machine and without the extra content like books and whatever I’m just trying to something with substance over erasing his character too much.
It’s also just cathartic writing a guy with BPD like characteristics.
NIRATIAS
heal me with what kills me.
indie, selective multimuse ft. canons and OCs para, multipara, and novella welcome OC, canon, and multi friendly prioritizes long-term connections values mutual effort 21+ only
written by Sarge (he/they) rules and bios
My goal is to draw murdoc more and more deranged as posisblet
"I screamed because you screamed!"
"YOU SAID IT WAS RUNNING, I HAD IT IN THE FUCKING CUP!" There is no longer a house-centipede nearby, but there is a screeching green creature perched so high on his toes it's probably the most stretch his calves have gotten in ages. "Where is it. Where's the bug! You made me drop the bug, where the fuck is the bug I can't sleep if there's a...a horrible little creature with a million legs trying to enter my gob! I snore! Look at me!"
Why he asked her to come back with him to his room, who knows. But given how lately it seems people are slipping things into his drinks, it helps to have someone he trusts nearby. That person today, unfortunately, is his current companion.
"This is the worst night of my life. LA Knight loses, I'm looking for a centipede, my accent’s out and I can’t put it back in, and I don’t see no fucking palmetto bug, or whatever you call it in these horrible humid swamps. It was in the cup. If it was in the cup, I can pretend it was never there. Now I KNOW it's here."
⋆。‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧。⋆ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (usft dialouge prompts)
❝ i’m not letting you sleep tonight. ❞
❝ i want to wreck you so good you forget your own name. ❞
❝ don't hold back i want it all. ❞
❝ you started this. now finish it. ❞
❝ get over here and take it. ❞
❝ you look better underneath me. ❞
❝ i’m going to ruin you for anyone else. ❞
❝ be a good thing and open up for me. ❞
❝ let me hear how much you need it. ❞
❝ i want to memorize every sound you make. ❞
❝ you're shaking already? we’re just getting started. ❞
❝ strip. now. ❞
❝ i’m going to have you begging for mercy. ❞
❝ you make the prettiest sounds when you break. ❞
❝ spread your legs for me. ❞
❝ you look so pretty when you’re desperate. ❞
❝ stay still or i’ll make you. ❞
❝ you’re not allowed to come until i say so. ❞
❝ don’t think. just feel. ❞
❝ tell me how bad you need it. ❞
❝ you're not leaving this bed until i'm done with you. ❞
❝ you look so good when you're falling apart. ❞
❝ i’m going to leave you trembling. ❞
❝ stay nice and loud for me, sweetheart. ❞
❝ such a needy little thing, aren’t you? ❞
❝ i want every last drop of you. ❞
❝ no one else gets to see you like this. only me. ❞
❝ i’ll go slow... if you beg. ❞
❝ don’t even think about holding back your moans. ❞
❝ if you can still think, i’m not doing it right. ❞
❝ this isn’t over until you’re completely ruined. ❞
❝ you’re going to take everything i give you. ❞
❝ i’m not stopping until you're shaking and crying for me. ❞
❝ hands behind your back. i want to control everything. ❞
❝ so needy. so messy. so perfect. ❞
❝ you're dripping already? god, you’re filthy. ❞
❝ say you're mine while i ruin you. ❞
❝ you’re going to be sore tomorrow and you’ll be begging for more. ❞
❝ i’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget how to breathe. ❞
❝ look at you, falling apart just for me. ❞
❝ cry for me. i want to see it. ❞
❝ you’ll be thinking about this every time you touch yourself. ❞
❝ you're not allowed to come until you’re crying. ❞
❝ you don't get to decide when it's over. i do. ❞
❝ i’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name. ❞
❝ let me see you lose control. ❞
❝ i’ll ruin you so good, you’ll be ruined for anyone else. ❞
𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒; 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖞: 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 (2015)
change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary. & please specify muse when sending to a mumu.
"Don't be scared."
"No, that's terrifying."
"Sleep tight. Sweet dreams."
"You scared the shit out of me."
"If you come to bed right now, your wife is gonna have sex with you."
"I can't wait to show you my room."
"Two weeks? Really? I thought you said two days."
"I have no idea what this does..."
"I've just kind of been seeing and hearing some strange things."
"I swear to God, it's definitely not an edible."
"Oh, my God, man, you're so fucking high!"
"What, is he hypnotising her?"
"I think something's here."
"Sometimes spirits will tend to hide their own identities, their true nature."
"[Name], what are you doing out here, sweetie? It's cold."
"Is he in the room? Is he in the house?"
"Keep calm, everyone... and keep praying."
"It was like she was sleepwalking."
"Baby, baby, breathe. Breathe, baby, calm down."
"That symbol there? — It's used by a coven called the Midwives."
"So, this is the same house where they filmed all that weird shit."
"I just want to see if there really is something here or if I'm just crazy."
"What's that on your hand? — You're bleeding, what happened?"
"Is she talking backwards?"
"I think they're watching me."
"There was somebody right here."
"They literally do this every night... it's like a ritual."
"I screamed because you screamed."
"They were into demon worship, and would use symbols like this to open these doorways to different places and times."
"But most of the time, these cameras, they don't pick up on beings as much as, different planes of existence."
"Your house just... feels a little different."
"I think their job is to give demons life, to allow them to walk the Earth."
"I found this down at the police station."
"I'm not crazy, right? It feels different in here, it doesn't feel as bad."
"Demons do not haunt houses, they haunt people."
"Hey, [Name], what are you doing awake?"
"I've spoken to someone outside the Church."
"Let's go! We're leaving right now!"
"An exorcism is a remedy for someone who's possessed, and I do not think that's what's happening right here."
"Didn't we leave that door open?"
"We need to soak those sheets in holy water."
"Look, Father Todd said he would come back and help."
"It's cold in here, come get back under the covers."
"We got the house to ourselves, why don't we take the night off?"
"That must be from the people who used to live here."
"And, [Name], your gift is your strength. A lot is going to be asked of you."
"Don't cry, don't cry."
"Oh, God, what is this? What the fuck?"
"You're too late. The darkness, it's coming."
"We've got to say the prayers! Get the book!"
"I love you. I'll be back as soon as I can, all right?"
"We need to take it to the police."
"It seems like he's getting bigger and more powerful, [Name]."
"The fact that we came to this specific house of all the houses we looked at... it just doesn't seem like a coincidence to me."
"From what you describe, from what I know, which is very little, it sounds as if you/[Name] is being stalked by a demon or a demonic presence."
"[Name], you don't really think that thing sees ghosts, right?"
"You know, I've heard of spirit photography before, but I've never actually seen it in person."
"If you leave this house, it will definitely follow you."
"What is that? What is this camera picking up?"
"My grandmother gave it to my mom, and your grandma gave it to me, and you will have it one day."
"I don't really want to be in this room, so let's go downstairs."
"I've known him for a long time, I've known him by other names."
PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS * assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary
do you remember what i told you last time?
have you been doing well since i saw you?
that's not what you told me back then.
when was the last time i saw you?
you were shorter then.
i'm picking the restaurant this time.
we've known each other since we were children.
always knew i could count on you.
that time was different. this is worse.
you're not going to let me live that down, are you?
i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.
so you changed your mind about it?
do you remember our encounter in paris?
you should know me by now.
am i the only one that knows the truth?
we had a lot of help back then.
your mom told me to look out for you.
you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.
maybe don't mention my past indescretions?
this was never going to work out between us.
i told you not to get attached.
i know more about you than you think.
i was there, remember?
i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.
you told me you were going to try and make this work.
remember what i said to you?
the last time i saw you, things were good between us.
you never mentioned this before.
that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.
can i still trust you after all that?
at least we tried to make something work.
we never discussed what happened between us.
okay, but i'm driving the car this time.
i haven't forgotten what you said last week.
i'm still thinking about your comment.
i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.
you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.
there's not much for us to talk about.
we worked it out last time.
i know you far better than you know yourself.
we have a long history.
is that the shirt you were wearing last time?
what don't i know about you?
i haven't told them about us.
you were the only person i could go to.
you know me.
this is bigger than both of us.
i can't stand your driving.
are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?
that's not at all what you said.
didn't we agree on that?
i thought i made it very clear where i stand.
are these the same people that came after you last time?
are you still going on about it?
can we talk about it?
staying silent about it won't help.
you're the only person who knows the real me.
this is a bad time to talk about your problems.
@antlurabbit from here
"I don't even have a Grammy," the realization hits so hard it might has well have knocked his head off. "Legacy. Name one song that isn't Clint Eastwood or on Demon Days. My Album, my OPUS, my...my dead-daughter-daddy-never-loved-me album...She nearly killed the whole thing. Easy to blame Spotify but it was also probably the psychosis. Actually no it was definitely psychosis, I should have stuck with Stinkfish as the title."
Stinkfish would be easier to not associate with the giant plastic hell he built that used to float on the ocean. Now it's IN the ocean. Bit of a problem, really, when peeling back the layers to see what accomplishments Murdoc DOES have and should wear proudly it's all buried under a song about breakfast.
"Actually we have a Grammy, but no one lets me keep it where I want to see it. And it's not MINE," smoking outside is annoying, he feels like the world has changed for the worst, or just to spite him in his old age in general. He's just lazy, there's a reason why he's never settled on a room when he and 2D can dump their shit where they please between two spaces instead. Even if that's now two spaces that are utterly inaccessible to non-smokers.
"Anyway as much as I love talking about myself...what the fuck has been up?" He likes having a sprinkling of friends around the country. It makes life a bit more bearable.
The card is taken. He glances at it, glowers, and passes it back without comment. He's getting fucking sick of seeing that guy's mug, that's for sure.
"Last I checked, they don't make Topps cards for criminals." Wait. Actually...the realization there are most assuredly some kind of true crime trading cards makes him a bit sick. He keeps that information, and horrible thought, to himself. "You. You happened. What did you take?" If he can get that figured out, he'll know how best to help Murdoc and what he should avoid.
"Your drummer's an hour away, so I'm babysitting your dumb ass before you piss off one of the other MCs."
"Mmmrrrph," Murdoc chirps in thought. "Being the creature I am, I have seen in my life I am immune to...things. And stuff. Ain't the first time I got roofied...,or whatever it's called when they fuck up your candy. I was invited to a party. With people I thought I knew...The world of pop music is incredibly cut-throat, you know."
He shifts and pulls a smashed cigarette from a pocket somewhere, though he seems unwilling to find his lighter. Maybe it's a comfort thing.
"You should move a bit," the cigarette falls out of his mouth and he, finally, vomits. Though the color isn't exactly natural, and there's not much food in there. Spiked drink, check. Poison? That's still on the fence. At least feeling bad is keeping him from being much of a nuisance.
❝ do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now? ❞
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh," he's just realized the GPS hasn't even been set. "Wah-oh." He's still making noises as he awkwardly smashes an organic finger on the touch screen, a little thrown off by the darkness surrounding them. Maybe it was a bad idea to let the guy who's perpetually drunk drive to the gig. To be fair, Murdoc is from Essex, Night City might as well be an entirely different planet at this point.
"Naw-ahhh, okay, we are in fuckin' business!" He's going the wrong way, of course. "Nice one! Our asses woulda been fucked up in the desert..or like, the ocean. We're still on time...I'm still fuckin' PISSED they wouldn't let us book an AV and I'm still banned from Delamain...whatever..."
The bassist-turned-promoter seems to be in good spirits at least. He's got a keen eye for sniping talent, something tells him there's an investment to be made here between them. Otherwise why the fuck else would he be here?
Besides a rendezvous with an old friend in North Oaks. But that's not on his mind at the moment.
hii tumblr im back againnn,,, but this time im hyperfixated on gorillaz BIGGG TIME!! i’ll prob post more of my art here moreee!!
Gorillaz animation I grabbed outta my ass
Murdoc noises oh how I’ve missed you
Literally don’t know why I made this, I just did. I went back to my roots.
@niratias continued from here
Murdoc's age really shows when he frowns, the green tint does well to keep him from looking sixty...at least when he's not sitting like this. He hates thinking about that sort of thing, it's one of the few topics where the faux rizz is absent from his voice.
"List of times I've almost died: fifty million. Lists of times I've kept demons from touching my soul, like, at least five. Times I've died? The one time, that got me fucked up."
He's counting on his claws as he speaks.
"You've got enough of whatever bovine your mother fucked in you to know how this thing works, that shit isn't aligned with God and Satan, don't work like that. There's hell and whatever underworlds where it's cool, it's chill. We had a portal at the old studios. When you lose your soul, at least this is what I'm assuming this is, your ass is dumped in the secret fourth thing."
That's terrifying, whatever he's thinking about, it's almost enough to sober him up.
"Never seen anything like that. Couldn't even describe it again, when I think about it it's something human eyes can't even process. I got so fucking scared. Something pulled me out. Still don't know and don't wanna know. I don't think I can avoid that again. So, fuck it, I'm nice to my partners, I'm nice to my producers, I'm nice to my dead-beat brother, I live a nice life. 'Cause I'm not gonna get that again. Unlike some people here, I don't have a ticket to Cool Hell anymore. Why the fuck did you ask me about this..."
To be fair, Lance didn't really ask.