Original artwork I drew for the Gorillaz / Little Simz 'Garage Palace' music promo. It was great seeing this used on stage by the band this summer. These were from the first shot where the band are standing around looking all moody with Little Simz. • • • #Gorillaz #littlesimz #garagepalace #music #originalart #art #damonalbarn #jamiehewlett #2d #murdocniccals #russelhobbs #noodle #RufusDayglo #comics #comicbooks #cosplay #kuretake #2000ad #tankgirl #judgedredd https://www.instagram.com/p/Bng0w2QHiJW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1nef8or4aqwo2
I’ve just been kinda blanked out all day punching out this story. It’s mostly vignettes anyway but I really liked this scene so, here ya go.
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, death.
Ratchet couldn’t handle a normal relationship. Couldn’t really do the soft things, the happy things. He had thought once that he’d found something like-minded in the twins, something brutal and hurting that wanted to hurt together instead of alone.
He’d been wrong.
The twins had a fucked up past and an easy cruelty about them, but they were not either of those things. Not to the extent Ratchet was. Not to the extent that he could give them what they needed. He’d backed off, helped find better companions for them.
Succeeded, even.
They were happy now but they worried about him, because even they couldn’t understand what he saw in the Decepticon berserker. Ratchet didn’t know himself, so he couldn’t blame them there but he at least had an idea.
Deadlock offered him no sympathies.
He didn’t look at Ratchet’s excess drinking with pity. He didn’t treat Ratchet like a fragile creature when he lost a patient. He stormed in, sat down, took a look at the medic's face and told him to get over it.
“We’re at war.” He said it coldly, with a shrug. “People die.”
“I am more than aware of that!” Ratchet had snapped, leaping to his pedes and whirling to face the ‘Con.
Deadlock gave him a flat, unimpressed look. “Then why are you acting like this.”
“Because I-I-”
“Killed them?” Deadlock guessed. Optics rolled when Ratchet flinched. “They died from their injuries. Aren’t you supposed to be older than me? How have you not learned this?” As though they were discussing a textpad and not people’s lives.
Rage rushed him and Ratchet spat, “Same reason you haven’t learned control. Because I don’t want to.”
Silence.
The anger stayed, pulsing through Ratchet’s field and was answered for a brief second in the gunner’s field. It disappeared though, vanishing only when Ratchet thought he might have overstepped.
“You want to forget? Fine.” Drift rose, strolling towards him with that lethal grace. “You can fight me,” He came close heat spilling close enough for Ratchet to feel it. “or fuck me. Your choice.”
His fanged smirk disappeared when Ratchet’s lips crashed over it.
The kiss was a bit of both, fighting and fucking, and Deadlock rolled right into it, sweeping Ratchet onto the floor in a move that put the gunner on top. His hips dipped into a smooth, long grind, answered by surge of heat and a low moan.
No, the twins didn’t get this. But Drift did.
Ratchet lost himself in him, blacking out the memories and replacing them with the feel of hot plating under his touch.
He didn’t think he could be happy but he could be alive--and through all else, Deadlock was an excellent reminder of how that felt.
Just located some of the art I created for Gorillaz / Little Simz GARAGE PALACE ( VISUALISER ) Clip they used as a backdrop on their latest tour. • • • I drew all the characters seperately so they could be moved/panned at different speeds. ( to create the illusion of depth ) All art was coloured digitally. • • • #Gorillaz #littlesimz #garagepalace #jamiehewlett #damonalbarn #rufusdayglo #Artist #originalart #Illustration #animation #music #tour #comics #wacomexperiencecenter #wacom https://www.instagram.com/p/BnWj88RHAYO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lug19pt56aqr
#Repost @noahharris_studio ・・・ Our video directed by @noahharris_studio for @gorillaz and @littlesimz #garagepalace is up for @ukmva - best dance video nomination!!! #gorillaz #littlesimz #tankgirl #garagepalace #rufusdayglo #mckayfelt #noahharris #jamiehewlett #damonalbarn https://www.instagram.com/p/BoRdC9eH4bO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=169htw4c1mm48
AKA Ratchet and Deadlock vs the Apocalypse, or two self destructive forces might make an explosion if timed right.
Just an odd little series I did this week.
Warnings: Deadlock’s Deadlock so, you know. Normal warnings for him apply. Tell me to tag something if you need it.
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The worlds in ruins.
Multiple worlds, in fact, and a good half of space and time.
Deadlock didn’t expect any less from the apocalypse.
He was surprised he had survived it, however. The only one, apparently. Or at least, the only in this quadrant.
He walked the wasteland, noting how nothing was burning anymore and yet a haze of smoke still filtered around the devastation. Grey, destroyed bodies and the skeletons of buildings were his only companions for days, while he searched for--something.
A fight, most likely.
He didn’t know how to do anything else.
The Decepticons had created monsters out of their own people, towering, terrible things that morphed six or more unstable minds into one uncontrollable killer. The Autobots had followed them right over the edge and finally, after hundreds of thousands of years, they’d found the answer to how the great war would end.
“Place your bets” Swindle had purred around a gloom-lit table, practically a lifetime before. “Decepticons win the war, Autobots win the war or--” his visor glinted, helping highlight a jagged smile, “we kill each other.”
Somewhere, a bunch of dead mechs owed Deadlock some credits.
He didn’t know how long he’d been wandering. He’d had the smarts to siphon energon from the dying after his last battle, and had enough of it to keep him going for a while. He was used to cannibalizing others like that--every Decepticon was. It was part of their training, of how they’d kept ahead of the Autobots energon consumption and creation. He’d seen others struggle with the morality and idealogy of it but he never had.
It was just something you did when you grew up where Drift had.
The only thing he kept track of was how much he had left and how much he was willing to starve himself. His last battle seemed forever ago and with the land growing cold around him, the horizon motionless, he figured he’d either have to figure out a way off the planet or decide if he wanted to simply end things here.
The last Decepticon standing.
His mind balked at taking his own life, but he hated the idea of succumbing to starvation even more, if only because to avoid it had been his main goal for over half his life.
Just because the Decepticons guaranteed you fuel didn’t mean you’d get it.
He hadn’t contemplated the idea long when the universe decided to make the decision for him.
An explosion lit ahead, a small fireball of fury and Deadlock was chasing it instantly before he’d even realized he’d transformed.
The smoke billowed around a ship and battle-lust shot through the berserker.
A ship like that, mostly whole, easily recoverable, meant there were people about. People meant a fight.
A fight was all Deadlock needed to feel alive.
The figure that staggered out the doors choking hadn’t noticed him, didn’t notice him as Deadlock flipped into rootmode. His frame was covered in grime and ash, hand waving rapidly as to clear his vents and Deadlock had identified six weak points and drawn his guns before the guy spat curses.
“--massive, absolute, fragger of a --”
He knew that voice. He knew that swear.
Deadlock’s shots went wide as the figure spun, finally registering his presence.
The Decepticon aborted his psychical-attack, the momentum forcing him on his knees and sliding him nearly to the other mechs pedes. Red optics met blue, startled expressions on both their faces. There was no denying who they were facing.
“Ratchet.” Deadlock said nearly like a prayer, identifying the mech he was --literally--looking up at.
“--douchenozzle.” Ratchet finished lamely.
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Deadlock, frame clearly cracked from barely-healed battle wounds and smeared with dirt, energon and Primus-knew what else, was looking up at him like he’d been looking for a turbofox and found God instead.
“...Douchenozzle?” The Con repeated, tone inflicting a question while he tasted the foreign word.
“It’s an insult. Human.” Ratchet didn’t bother to specify which language, Deadlock wouldn’t know.
“Is it... a type of instrument?” The mech asked again, making no effort to raise himself from his knees. His hands remained at his sides, guns held easily in each one. He’d been attacking and had just--stopped. Stopped and was making conversation, as if Ratchet’s last hope off this planet wasn’t smoking to his left and everyone else around was dead.
“It’s--nonsensical. A mix of words, like pitfragger.” He said, because if he didn’t talk he’d break.
Deadlock seemed to consider that, red optics, dipping into a slow blink.
They considered each other, Ratchet half hysterically because of all the mechs, he’d gotten Deadlock.
Ratchet had watched their numbers dwindle, patching up mechs only to send them right back into battle, repeating the cycle until he’d confirmed more deaths than he had saved lives. He’d done it until he no one else had come to him, done it until he had failed so horrifically that he was the only one alive. He’d been alternating between cursing and praying to the god he swore he didn’t believe in to give him just one sign of life. Any life, Autobot, Decepticon, a fucking organic rat, he didn’t care.
He needed--something. Anything.
And here he was.
Deadlock.
That was it. Primus, absolutely did exist, and he was a cruel, cruel being.
Ratchet felt the urge to swear himself over to Unicron, as the mech finally rose from his crouch. Quick trained movements had him holstering his guns, optics moving from Ratchet’s face to his body and then to the ship. Scanning, considering, thinking.
Ratchet knew what the mech was thinking.
There was a reason he’d kept well away from the mech during the war, and it had nothing to do with the berserker's reputation, fraction or kill-list.
Noodle vs. Ninjaz!!! GORILLAZ / Little Simz - GARAGE PALACE promo. I drew the Gorillaz in this promo, and my amazing friend Dominic Regan coloured them. Directed by the lovely Noah Harris. https://youtu.be/qoAxRICB9j8 #gorillaz #tankgirl #garagepalace #littlesimz #rufusdayglo #jamiehewlett #damonalbarn #blinkink #dominicregan #garagepalace #wacom #cintiq
Great shot taken by @hugodonkin of my Gorillaz art from the GARAGE PALACE promo being used live at the Gorillaz gig last night in London. So happy with the great response it received. Director @noahharris_studio did a great job! #gorillaz #damonalbarn #jamiehewlett #2d #noodle #russel #murdoc #blur #rufusdayglo #comics #comicbooks #cosplay #tankgirl #music #littlesimz #garagepalace
