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i have never posted my stuff online idk how this worksđ˘
plastic beach you will always be famous
happy 60th birthday to the best bassist in the world
london, may 23rd
This is real, btw
For everyone who is a fan of Gorillaz, I am newly getting into their music/lore! Every time I do deep dives I find more and more to love, truly đ
But I am curious, what are your guys favorites of theirs? Preferably the deeper cuts because I do know and love all of their hits as well.
So far my favorite song that I would consider a deep cut is Dracula itâs so stupid good and so hot for no reason (itâs the bass line đ)
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very old fanart that I forgot to post here :Ń
Can somebody get these guys out of my head please and thank you
It's been so long. I've brought Starbucks
lord, i can't go home.
it's one of those days for me lol but you guys take care â¤ď¸ have some angst
Interaction so stupid i spent 5 hours making an animatic for it
CAUGHT GREEN-HANDED
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MURDOC NICCALS X READER
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You shouldâve known better than to stay up late in his studio.
It started as harmless curiosity â a few Gorillaz edits, a clip or two of interviews, and then one of those Murdoc Niccals x Listener audios. The voice was smooth, smug, a little too clean â definitely missing the chaos only the real Murdoc could manage.
Still, it had you hooked.
You were halfway through the part where the fake Murdoc whispered something about âkeeping you close, darlingâ whenâ
âKeepinâ you close, eh? Funny, donât remember sayinâ that.â
Your entire body went cold.
Murdoc Niccals stood in the doorway, smirk carved into his face like heâd been waiting his whole life for this exact moment. Cigarette dangling, eyes gleaming devilish green in the low light.
âDidnât know I was narratinâ bedtime stories these days,â he drawled, strolling in. âYou lot reallyâll listen to anything, wonât ya?â
âMurdocâ Iâ itâs not what you think!â
âOh, itâs exactly what I think, love.â
He crouched next to you, snatching one of your earbuds. The fake voice kept talking â all low and sultry. Murdoc blinked, then laughed so hard he had to wipe a tear from his eye.
âBloody hell! Who is this bloke? Sounds like he gargles honey for breakfast.â
He leaned in close, his breath warm on your cheek.
âTell me, do you actually like that voice? Or is it my name that does it for you?â
You tried not to melt. âYouâre enjoying this way too much.â
âYou make it too easy, love. My number one fan sittinâ here blushinâ over a knock-off.â
He straightened, taking a long drag of his cigarette. The smoke curled in the air as he looked back at you â sly, but not cruel.
âTell you what,â he said, tone dropping low. âDelete that rubbish, and Iâll make you a real one. Authentic Murdoc Niccals experience. Bit of charm, bit of filth, bit of bass. Youâll love it.â
You gawked. âYouâre joking.â
âMaybe,â he said, grinning. âGuess youâll have to wait and see.â
Later that night
You couldnât stop replaying the whole scene. The way heâd laughed. The way heâd looked at you.
Your phone buzzed.
A new file.
From: M. Niccals
Title: For My Favorite Listener â M.N.
You hesitated, then pressed play.
A low hum filled the speaker â the rumble of a bass guitar, slow and heavy. Then his voice, unmistakably him this time.
âAlright, you nosy little fan. You wanted the real deal, yeah? Here it is. No scripts. No posh accent. Just me.â
A strum of bass. A chuckle.
âBet youâre smilinâ right now. I can hear it. Donât try to hide it, I know that grin.â
You sank back into your pillow, torn between laughing and combusting.
âAnyway, consider this my official apology for catchinâ you earlier. Didnât mean to give you a heart attack. But, gotta admitâŚâ His voice softened, teasing but genuine. âYou look cute when you panic.â
There was a pause. Then the bass deepened, lazy and smooth.
âAlright, sweetheart. Get some sleep. Canât have my number one listener passinâ out at the next session, yeah?â
The track ended with a faint chuckle â and a quiet, almost off-mic murmur:
âSweet dreams, love.â
You stared at your phone, stunned, a little dazed, and very, very sure youâd never live this down.
Can peepaw even get themselves up after is the real question