Who the fuck is Tuedock?

Kore (the other one). Multi-fandom but mostly Gorillaz.

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Phase 4 is a go.

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WAIT IM SORRY YOUR TELLING ME THAT IN CANON MURDOC WAS KNOWING SPEAKING TO A LEATHER SALES MAN ABOUT NOTHING OF NOTE BESIDE LEATHER (which, I have no reason to not associate with sexual usage because... it's Murdoc) AND HE TURNS AND LOOKS AT 2D LIKE THAT?! FOR WHAT PURPOSE!?!?

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Erotic horror might be my favorite genre to write in. I dipped my toes in it with #Vanlife but that was more a goofy bloody murder romp then the psychological assault I've stepped into with IntriRitz. It's very upsetting to write the words, “Doe-eyed roadkill still pliant and warm and all yours.” and sit there like, "AM I TRYING TO MAKE THE READER SCARED OR HORNY?!" Because if the text is success the answer is just yes, and congratulations, you've just embodied the horror itself. How intimate, like a 4D experience. Makes me feel like I'm producing cognitohazards. ...Is that irresponsible of me? ... Oh well, it's just Gorillaz fanfiction.

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This is the funniest shit I've ever written i think the department of the interior and jamie hewlett should poll a giftcard for me thats how funny.

“Hey, D. You feelin’ alright?”  2D startles in the fridge door, slamming it closed, as he whirls around, “What’s haunted?!” “Oh God.” Murdoc throws his head back dramatically, “Where does a man even begin?!”  “An object, like, something that’s gonna for sure take a ghost wiv us.”  “Oh, is that it?” Murdoc smirks, “Don’t you know, American haunted houses are managed under the Department of the Interior, so National Park rules apply.” 2D finally pauses the aimless frantic marching about and looks at Murdoc, confused. “Don’t jump in the water?”  “Well... that’s not wrong, but I was going to say, ‘Take nothing but blurry photos, leave nothing but bloody handprints.’”  “That’s a rule...?” 2D frowns, “Sounds like real-estate sabotage.” “We’re talking about haunted houses, Sunbeam.” Murdoc narrows his gaze, knowingly condescending, “Property values can only go up once the disclosure list includes murder.”

Actually sorry, I lied. This is the funniest:

“You’re Flanderization yourself, do you realize that?”  “How diddly-dare you.”

I can't possibly be the first one to write that but fuck man, i be chuckling.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads

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I kind of thought phase 3 would be the longest phase and phase 4 and phase 5 would be, you know, the stories wind down, quicker closing/wrap up beats.... but nah... nah.... every phase keeps getting longer and longer and phase 5 is going to be packed...

... Yall want chapter 1 of phase 4 today?

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Stuart? Darling? Light, of my life! I’m not gonna hurt ya. You didn’t let me finish my sentence. I said, I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m just going to bash your brains in!

Plastic Beach/The Shining

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RIP you funky little Raven

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Maybe it's for the best, because everyone with a foot fetish is gonna love that I forgot about my previously imagined details about phase 4 nail painting though because it forced me to escalate the motif and move the nail painting down to pedicures, because though I'm not particularly sexually oriented to feet, nothing give me a boner like blatant biblical allusions.

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ahem. headcanon…

one of the couple reasons 2D started wearing nail polish in phase 4 is that his anxiety was bad (its always bad, but it took a while to manage it again after PB) and it started to manifest in biting his nails so bad he was hurting himself. Murdoc suggested he paint them with clear polish because it makes them taste nasty and he’ll be less likely to do it but 2D was like “well if I’m gonna do that I might as well do a color.” plus if you put effort in how your nails look you’ll be motivated not to make them look ugly biting at them .. and Murdoc was like “I only have black and red…” and 2D was like “I dont care.” but Murdoc cared because black just didn’t suit 2D and red fucking clashed with his hair. so soon after that Murdoc bought like 5 new colors he thought would look nice on 2D and acted like he did it for himself, (yet still only uses red and black), and 2D put all five on at once and was so grateful and happy when he looked at him nails not only did he stop biting so much but it calmed him down when he wanted to and Murdoc was so happy to help I miss phase 4 y’all im gonna cry. 

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IM SO MAD I FORGOT ABOUT THIS AND IT DIDNT MAKE IT IN TO THE FIC

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I want everyone to know that the post PB 2Doc reunion scene is set to What A Fool Believes by the Doobie Brothers and it's going to be the best use of diagetic to nondiagetic lyrics in the whole fic and I have that fact owed to my girlfriend who informed me that The Beach Boys have a connection with Charles Manson, and the song gives Brian Wilson panic attacks. And I said. 'great, I'm using that.'

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Apparently this is what I do to a man when I set out to write character growth:

It’s certainly not the filthiest means to an end Murdoc’s put himself through but, Satan, it’s up there. He picks it up by the string like his nails are surgical tweezers and looks between it and the fountain pen, praying for some divine inspiration that will get the blood into the ink well without him having to touch it... He swears to himself, he’ll have 2D’s gratitude for all this shit he’s putting himself through one day... Over the sink, he squeezes the rich liquid into the open body of the pen and washes away the spillage under the tap, scrubbing his hands vigorously when he’s through. 

Several years later:

“I’ve watched you violently end a man’s life while I was already going through something.” He’s witnessed worse. Can’t feel too traumatized by brainmatter escaping a skull when the island exposed him to the distilled embodied concept of brainmatter escaping a skull communicated not through language or light but something sensed by some undiscovered organ that could translate the horror in more profound detail than if his own brainmatter escaped his own skull... So yeah, he mostly just feels like shit from the alcohol withdrawal.

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I'm having way too much fun with phase 5 while phase 4 remains incomplete... but it is pretty far along... also I'm strongly considering Hannibal making an appearance in Wormwood. Here's a WIP for the Hannibal lovers.

Also phase 3 spoilers if you're like. not finished or something:

“Do you recall... any reason to believe..." Murdoc tries to form the question carefully at first, until he realizes there's no sane way of asking it, "that my mum is a primordial sea goddess bent on resetting the universe?”  Hannibal tweeks a brow, but doesn't pause very long to consider, “Uh. My mum is. Your mum is a hooker from Harlesden” “Right, yes, I’m a son of a whore, we’ve established ... Wait, Harlesden? Do you actually know who my mum is?”  He rolls his eyes, “Do I remember her name? No. Could I maybe pick her out in a line up with a lot of hints? ...”  Murdoc stares, cold and impatient.  “No.”  “I fucking hate you.” Murdoc turns around in his cell, arms crossed with all the irate petulance of a little brother, “... I met her.”  “Who? Your whore mum from Harlesden?” “No, you philistine, the sodding Harlot of Babylon!”

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I do want it on the record, I AM regularly scolding myself for writing Murdoc to imply he carries STD's for the joke and then refusing to acknowledge it in later sex scenes. Bad fic writer, bad. be a good fic writer and say "And he put on a condom." next time.

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I gotta say... I'm really happy with how phase 4 and 5 are taking shape, I really happy with the depth of themes I've been able to develop, and the character exploration and all that. I'm super excited to share it with everyone.... But I'm also zooming out... and zooming out... and realizing... that Intricate Ritualz has two solid alternate titles.

Those are, as establish, The Unintended Consequences of Paula Cracker's Period (Paula's period fic for short) and, once it's all said and done, Murdoc Niccal's Becomes a Better Person By Upholding the Patriarchy on a Cosmic Scale...

And I call myself a feminist... smh

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... ok but what if I did bring back Candy... and Cyborg... and Paula... and Crissy... Hell, throw in Rachel Pots and Rachel Stevens too. What if I had the Evangelist assemble a band of all the women Murdoc ever stepped on in his pursuit of 2D affection (devotion) and just fuckn.... Smack him around a bit.

I'm not gonna write it... But I am sitting back picturing it.

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Phase 5 is starting to take shape, ya'll. I'm having fun, which I look forward to translating into fun for you too.

“Describe her.” Ace requests, his fingers poised ready at the keys.  “Um...” 2D starts, focusing himself to return there. To that pink island. To that strange electrically powered teenager he grew to love, “She was... facetious and...” He clears his throat beneath a little laugh, “Obnoxious. A little bullying tyrant with a terrible attitude...” 2D’s breathe comes hard and broken through his nose, “More devoted to her ethical protocols than anything.” His voice has broken into a pitch more or less equivalent to air escaping a pinched balloon, “She was so mean to me all the time for no reason and she threw coconuts at my head and sometimes she’s shoot down seagulls for fun and ask me if I wanted wings, and I was like, No, Cy, Imma ethical vegan and I’m not starvin’ yet and she said that’s not ethics, that’s self-flagellation, and M-Murdoc said-said-” He throws up his hands, actual tears beginning to slide down his cheeks, “Wassa difference!”  Russel grasps his shoulder, “D. You’re freakn’ me out.” He sniffs loud, wipes his face on his arm, “Sorry.”