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i think you articulate every frustration i have with current gorillaz and im so thankful for it. i see a lot of ppl blindly accept the branding or the mediocre writing which is fine, those people aren't wrong in enjoying current phases, but ive been silently stewing in frustration about the state of their characters like murdoc being a harmless funny green man with 0 depth & 2D being a literal child at times. i miss the older stuff mostly because i miss how they were written & their interactions

haha i think a lot of people are starting to share the same sentiment. i’d love to be able to put all my thoughts into one coherent post but there are just so many little elements all working in conjunction to make these characters feel really watered-down and i can’t put my finger on a succinct way to sum it up. honestly, kudos to you if you don’t mind the characters, at the end of the day it’s still just funny monkey band, but yeah...for those to whom these characters mean a lot, it’s very frustrating. it’s not even a nostalgia thing either lol, i got into gorillaz in 2018, the writing from prior years was just objectively a little better (and worse in some ways but we knew that).

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#83, south downs cottage

83.“I didn’t want you to see this.”

[same universe as this]

“What are you doing?”

Aziraphale froze in place and then turned his head. Crowley stood in the doorway in his silk pajamas, rubbing under his eye and squinting in the harsh light coming from the library. His hair was a properly slept in mess, curls clinging to his neck and cheek, tangled in the back beyond all hope.

“I, er,” Aziraphale cleared his throat, his hand moving to fidget with his pinkie ring. “I didn’t want you to see this.”

“Were you dancing?” Crowley asked, raising an eyebrow.

Aziraphale felt his cheeks flush. He looked away from Crowley. “I was practicing.”

“You were-” Crowley sounded much more awake. His hands touched Aziraphale’s wrists. “I didn’t know you knew how to dance.” His lips were next to Aziraphale’s cheek, almost brushing. He sounded delighted.

Aziraphale’s shoulders relaxed from where he’d compulsively made himself small. He leaned against Crowley, tucking his face into the soft skin of his neck. “I don’t,” He said, “that’s why I was practicing.”

“I could help,” Crowley’s lips pressed warm and sweet against his temple. “Let me?”

“That’s a temptation, demon,” Aziraphale said.

“Might be,” Crowley’s voice was warm with mirth and adoration, “Let me help, angel?”

“Oh, alright.”

What a sight they must have made. A messy haired, bare footed demon leading a fully dressed, blushing angel in spins around the library at two in the morning. When the record stopped Crowley simply waved his hand and the song started again, letting them dance back and forth across the room, laughing and kissing until the morning sun dawned bright and pleasant.

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