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luvghostie · 2 years

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╰┈➤ 𝟐-𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓✧.*

{𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫}

𝘛𝘞: 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, + 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪 𝘌𝘋

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

The sun dimly brightened your room, casting shadows on some objects. You could already hear a commotion downstairs. You just hoped and prayed to Satan Murdoc wasn't hitting 2-D. You hated when the pair would fight. Dee wouldn't even do anything, he'd just let Murdoc hit him until he was done.

You walked out of your bedroom, 2-D's door was wide open. "Hmm, guess he's up already?" you said, walking down the stairs. You walked to the kitchen opening the door. Upon entering, you saw 2-D cooking. If he was cooking who was fighting? "Moring Dee," you said, walking over to the fridge. "Morin Luv, I hope murdoc's yelling didn't wake ya." he responded, turning around to look at you. His black eyes dilated a bit before he turned around again.

"what was the yelling about anyway? I could hear it up in my room." you raised a question, opening the fridge door. Luckily you still had some chocolate milkshake for yesterday morning. "Murdoc and Rus are fightin', nothing big though." he sighed, taking a spatula from the holder. You came closer to see what he was cooking. Pancakes, he was making colored pancakes. The one he was currently making was pink, as the previous ones aside were blue, purple, and yellow.

"However, Yew know Murdoc. He'll fight just to fight, even if nothing happen' beforehand." 2-D acknowledged, flipping the sizzling pink dough. You took a drink from your milkshake, thinking about his words. He was being truthful. Murdoc would hit and punch Stuart for mistakes he made himself.

You sat at the kitchen table and watched the blue-haired boy cook. You loved his cooking, but he never ate his food or any food that you knew of. "Here yew go my lady." he chirped, sliding you the fresh pancakes. "I'm not gonna eat unless you do," you told him. 2-D eyes looked down for a minute as he stood in thought. It couldn't hurt. "Fine, I'll eat part of one." you smiled, and scooted over for him. “That's enough for me.”

#reqs open #ask me anything #2 d gorillaz #oneshot #gorillaz x reader #gorillaz #2d x reader #stuart pot #some angst #some fluff #comfort character #comfort x reader #reader x character #gn reader

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flyolai-brainrot · 2 months

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Have you ever heard a death rattle?

The final moments of someone's life slips out as a roar against the cruelty of all that is temporary

The sound seeps and soaks into your bones and makes its home in your soul

It slithers and crawls up to you, its fangs bite in and regret seeps into your blood

It weaves itself into the fabric of all the memories you held, tangling and twisting all the good

You've left me everything and nothing, and I carry both in every breath I suck in

Tell me, Jinko, how do I continue when the very fabric of who I am is intertwined with all that you were

#coping with loss by projecting it onto my favorite 2D man #akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #atsushi nakajima #sskk #bsd sskk #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #bsd angst #bsd writing #i hope if you have ever lost someone that today is gentle on you

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bugslaststraw · 17 days

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One morning 2-D, lead singer of Gorillaz, wakes up without a headache. This is so surprising to him that it instantly shakes him conscious, and leaves him staring wide eyed and fully alert at the ceiling. In gentle but overwhelming disbelief, he tries sitting up, thinking that something will change.

It doesn't. Nothing starts to throb behind his eyes. He blinks experimentally. Nothing happens. It's gone. The migraine, which usually requires reaching over to the bedside table for the pill bottle and another half hour of sleep to fix, is just gone.

In the gloom, he looks over to the bedside table, where the bottle usually stands.

It's not there either.

In short, 2-D has the best worst three days of his life.

#Well this isn't plastic beach angst. But it is 43k words of metahell.#grillyz #gorillaz #2doc #gorillaz 2d #gorillaz murdoc #gorillaz russel #gorillaz noodle #demon days #the now now #if you know you know

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ackrsays · 9 months

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› destino cativo;

› Pedida por KujoMalice pelo projeto pompomania!

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mudsock-nicdicks-wife · 1 year

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Omg I love your writing 💕

If you're comfy with it, could you do a chubby y/n x gorillaz?

If you would like to add more personality pls text me💗

You can make it about anything!

definitely one of my favorite asks of the day <3

i decided to make it a bit angsty and more abt ed stuff since i needed a bit of comfort for that so i apologize lol.

Gorillaz x Chubby Y/N

(Can be taken as either platonic or intimate relationships)

TW: Disordered eating, body insecurities, and mentions of food/eating.

Murdoc F. Niccals

•He loves your curves so much.

•If anyone body shames you he will be throwing hands (and chairs).

•Will always make sure you're eating enough.

•He likes squishing you when he's stressed (if it makes you uncomfortable or insecure he will stop immediately).

- Mini Fic-

To get Y/N's mind off of eating, Murdoc decided it would be good for the two of them to get out of the house.

The bassist took Y/N to a nearby record store and bought them a few records that they have been wanting for a while.

He proceeded to take Y/N to their favorite stores and bought them their favorite snacks.

Murdoc didn't mention anything about eating the snacks which Y/N was thankful for.

The next morning Murdoc opened Y/N's door to see if they were still asleep. The bassist glanced at Y/N's sleeping form and then around their room.

When he saw the empty snack wrappers he smiled, knowing Y/N had ate at least a little bit.

Stuart '2D' Pot

•He also loves your curves!

•Always will think you're beautiful/handsome/perfect.

•He will distract you with little rants while you two eat.

•He will also try and get you to rant while you both eat so you're not as distracted by the food!

- Mini Fic-

After filming their newest music video, 2D decided to take Y/N out for lunch at their favorite restaurant since filming had taken up all his recent free time.

When they had gotten to the restaurant, Y/N started denying that they wanted anything to eat, which obviously worried 2D that Y/N was picking up on his eating habits.

Against Y/N's wishes, 2D ordered Y/N's favorite food for them and claimed that they could eat it later if they still weren't hungry.

A few minutes into the meal, the singer began ranting about one of his video games he had recently been playing and Y/N began to mindlessly eat.

Y/N had begun to panic when they realized how much they had eaten, but 2D was quick to silence them with words of praise about how happy he was that they had eaten.

Russel Hobbs

•He loves every inch of you.

•Russel will grab you and hold you if you begin to tell him about any insecurities you have.

•He then will talk to you about healthy ways you can help cope with your feelings.

•Will cook you your favorite meal afterwards and will eat with you.

- Mini Fic-

Russel had noticed Y/N had not been eating as much, so he decided to sit them down and bring the topic up as gently as he could.

As soon as Y/N began to ramble about their body insecurities, Russel wrapped Y/N in a tight hug.

After Y/N had gotten all of their feelings out, the drummer started giving Y/N healthy coping mechanisms to help them through their emotions.

When Russel had finished his and Y/N's conversation, he proceeded to make their favorite food and made sure they never skipped a meal again.

Noodle

•She is genuinely confused about how you could be insecure about something so perfect.

•She won't bring the topic up but will set up movie nights and buy your favorite snacks.

•If you ever talk to her about it she will support you in any way she can!

- Mini Fic-

Noodle didn't want to ask Y/N what was wrong, mainly because she didn't know exactly how to. She had began noticing little things here and there that we're changing about Y/N, but could never find the right words to use when asking them about it.

So, Noodle decided to help you in the only way she could think of, a movie night!

Noodle brought even more blankets to Y/N's room and set the snacks next to them.

Y/N looked at Noodle, almost asking as if it was okay for them to eat. The guitarist smiled and nodded.

After Y/N had eaten their snacks, they had fallen asleep on Noodle's lap.

#gorillaz #murdoc niccals #noodle gorillaz #russel hobbs #stuart pot #2d gorillaz #murdoc niccals x reader #2d x reader #russel hobbs x reader #noodle x reader #comfort #angst

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wes-laye · 1 year

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Hanahaki

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muffledexplosion162 · 9 days

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YES FINALLY I HAD ENOUGH MOTIVATION TO MAKE A SLIGHTLY ANGSTY ANIMATION

Augh FlipaClip watermark

#fan character #ava oc #fan oc #ava ocs #2d animation #animation #angst i guess #ava agent smith #ava striker #ava pivot #oc art #digital art

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sapphiretheharpy · 8 months

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// aftermath //

hello everyone this is the type of g/t that makes me go absolutely insane and I need to see more of it

Oliver belongs to NatiBamb on twt :]

#btw ‘you’re All 2D’ is because oliver is usually 3D; but due to being so scared for admiral he turned 2D again #I loveee giants fiercely protecting their loved ones….#and they’re just so gentle with their friends compared to how fiercely they fought #//#g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #g/t angst #g/t art #my OC #friends oc #minor blood

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reikarimaaa · 2 months

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hello !!! i hope you’re doing well ! may i request phase 3 murdoc & his daughter just chilling/hanging out? tysm in advance !!!

Dear Anon: Thanks for the request! I’ve been meaning to do this. And I’ve been practicing writing lately and I hope that it’s better than my old stuff. Anyways, enjoy, my dear Anon.! (and I hope you don’t mind that his daughter is a baby, aha.)

Reika’s notes while writing this : dear god. This is angsty… ugh curse my shlop of a brain. if you want me to redo this, don’t forget to tell me, I’m in too deep to rewrite the entirety of this.

Phase 3 : Murdoc and his baby girl

The sun, the sea, the plastic.

That’s what his baby girl would speak her first words, walk her first steps, inhale her first breath of air.

Walking around with his child slung across the front of him, keeping his eyes of the path, or the lack of one ahead, he was sure that this girl,

his girl,

would have a better start in life than the one he had. No, he couldn’t even bear the thought of hurting her. It was always a looming thought in his head, if he was capable enough to look after a child, a young one at that, when he could barely look after himself.

Finally, a better spot.

The sun had been enticing him for an outside walk, and he can’t leave his child with faceache again; if that bastard gets her sick he’ll kill him, but he needs the wanker to sing. Oh well. At least some form of connection could blossom from this.

Sitting down near the coastline, he took a look down, down to the baby sling where his child was sleeping. He sighed. She’s gotten her father’s mold-colored skin, soft tufts of hair on her head, and small little lashes to compliment her little face.

Taking her small little body out of the sling and into his hands, she’s a petite little thing. He’d already knew of this, but he couldn’t wrap around the thought that his child was this small.

He holds her closer, still.

Holding his child against his chest, he, and whatever singing talent his smoker voice could muster, croons of a melody. He’d never have known where it originated from, but it was always there. Sitting tight in his head.

Maybe it’s going to get better for her. Growing up to have a fulfilling life, something like that.

If he was denied that chance young, at least his baby girl could have that.

And that’s fair enough for him.

#gorillaz imagines #gorillaz headcanons #gorillaz #2d gorillaz #2 d gorillaz #murdoc niccals #murdoc gorillaz #murdoc #gorillaz murdoc #angst #angst with a somewhat bittersweet ending #Reika’s writing #damn it’s angstier than I thought it would end up #Oh well #anon ask #thanks anon!

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snobgoblin · 1 year

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oops... all angst...

#gorillaz next gen #flower pot #doodle comic #what 2d says may or may not be inspired by someone in my family there may or may not be drama #gorillaz oc #ok im gonna be brave and tag #2 d gorillaz #stuart pot #2d gorillaz #cries out of fear #snoobgoobles #angst

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nacchi-oc · 4 months

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A gif I made as a part of a WIP short animation!

#original character #oc #digital art #oc artwork #oc stuff #artwork #oc art #oc artist #my oc art #angst #whump #animated gif #animation meme #animation #2d animation #ibispaintx

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angstenthusiast · 10 months

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Please Carry Me Home | A Wild Kratts Disney Au Fanfiction | Chapter 1

“You WHAT?!”

Chris sighs out of annoyance and rubs his temples.

“So let me get this straight, you bucked Martin’s friend Lance because of what?”

“he looked funny.”

“That’s not a good reason!!” Chris exclaims.

The stag, who Chris had given the name “Buck” a few weeks ago, does his own version of an eye roll at Chris’s comment, which Chris definitely doesn’t appreciate.

Many different creatures are sitting around the window of the cottage to interact with Chris, the man in question waiting for his friends to return back from their work in the mines at some point in the evening.

Berry, the squirrel who’s been hanging out with him throughout most of this insane adventure he’s been on, chitters a little bit at him and causes Chris to immediately swing around to face him.

“OF COURSE NOT!! Berry, having someone steal your acorn stash is obviously not a good reason to have Buck buck them!”

Berry pouts at that response and Chris groans, rubbing his forehead with his hands as all of the animals nearby continue to look at him and mingle amongst themselves.

One of the birds sitting in the tree right outside of the window, a young bluebird sitting near his parents, glances over to the side and spots a shadowy figure heading in their direction.

He attempts to tweet out an alert to Chris and the other animals, but before he can he realizes that the figure has already arrived.

The animals quickly move out of the way as the figure arrives at the window, hiding behind the large tree right outside and watching from afar.

Chris glances up again and immediately jumps in surprise at the sight of a haggard, hunched-over old woman in a long hooded black cloak in place of the animals who were just there a second ago.

Her appearance is slightly unsettling to Chris for some reason, however he can’t quite pinpoint why, so he decides to just ignore the feeling.

“Hello dearie,” The old woman says, her voice slightly raspy as she speaks. “All alone on a day like this?”

Chris blinks and takes a quick look around, realizing that all the animals who were just with him a second ago are gone. He lets out a long sigh and looks back up at the old woman. “...yes.”

“The…little men who live here, are all away?” She asks, looking around from her spot at the window.

“Yeah, they’re all off at the mines working,” Chris replies, “I’m just here to visit. Is there anything I can help you with?”

The creatures that had been interacting with Chris just minutes before all watch from afar as he interacts with this lady, confused as to how he doesn't seem to find her very disturbing. Berry, who ran outside as soon as the old lady first showed up, watches much more intently than the other creatures, sensing that something is a bit off.

“uh, berry? you might wanna take a look at this,” One of the rabbits pipes up, turning Berry’s attention away from Chris and the creepy old lady, to the sight of a couple vultures sitting in a nearby tree.

Berry freezes and grabs the other creatures’ attention, causing them all to notice the vultures as well. They’re leering at their lunch, patiently waiting for the death of whatever it is they’re after, which the creatures realize as they follow the direction of the vultures’ stares, appears to be Chris.

“Here, I have a few apples here along with me,” The old woman says, pulling a bright red apple out of the basket slung over her arm. The animals look back and forth between the vultures and Chris with the creepy old lady in horror, immediately realizing what’s about to happen.

Before the lady can continue, however, Berry and a bunch of the birds who’ve been watching the scene play out in front of them all jump down from their hiding spots in the tree and begin swarming the old woman, making her drop her basket full of apples as she attempts to shoo them all away from her.

Chris quickly runs out of the cottage and runs over to her to help.

“Shoo! Shoo! What the heck is up with you guys?!” Chris exclaims, shooing Berry and the birds away from the woman himself.

The birds all fly back over to the tree they were previously sitting in, Berry scurrying along up after them, and Chris shoots them all a glare before checking on the old lady they had all just attempted to swarm.

She’s picked the apple she was about to offer Chris back up, frantically trying to dust it off with her sleeve.

"I’m so sorry ma'am, I have no idea what's gotten into them, they never act like this normally,” Chris says, checking to make sure that the old lady’s okay. “Are you alright?”

Berry glares at the lady as she pauses for a sec, appearing to be planning her next move as a smile quickly reappears on her face.

Suddenly she gasps dramatically and clutches her chest, acting as if she’s on the verge of a heart attack or something similar.

“OH!! MY HEART!!” The old woman loudly cries, falling backwards slightly making Chris catch her. “My poor heart, take me into the house, let me rest, please!” Chris helps the old woman into the house as best as he can, his hands on her shoulders as he helps her walk. He leads her through the door and throws one last glance back at the animals outside, giving them a quick glare before turning to head in after the old woman and get her some water. He shuts the door behind him and the animals quickly run over to the closed window, watching as Chris runs to get some water from the pump at the sink while the old lady sits down, a wicked grin appearing on her face as soon as he turns around.

Berry bolts down off of the window sill, chittering something at the other animals before running off, all the other creatures quickly following him.

The animals all run and fly as fast as they can away from the cottage and towards the location of the nearby mines, speeding away to go find those dwarves. They aren't letting Chis go down without a fight.

Running back over to the old woman, Chris hands her the glass of water he just got for her and she drinks it heartily, practically chugging it before sighing as she finishes the glass and handing it back over to him.

“Thank you, dearie,” The old lady says. “Please, for your kindness, take this.”

She pulls out a vibrant red apple out from under her arm and holds it out to him.

“The best apple from my most recent harvest,” The old woman says. “No charge, it’s a gift.”

Chris smiles and happily takes the apple from the old lady’s hands.

“I’m glad I could help,” Chris cheerfully replies.

Chris glances down at the apple in his hands, grins, and takes a huge bite out of it, not noticing the dark smile that’s slowly appearing on the old woman’s face. For a few moments after the bite, everything is fine.

And then those moments pass.

Chris suddenly notices a painful burning sensation in his throat and panics, gagging as his hands go to his throat and the apple in his hands drops to the floor.

What’s happening?! Is the apple stuck in his throat?! Is he suddenly allergic to apples or something?!

The pain is in his chest too now, and it hurts. Chris gasps and falls down onto his knees, his legs suddenly giving out beneath him as he grabs onto his stomach and winces in pain.

He looks up at the lady who gave him the apple for help, but to his horror, just sees her looking at him with a wicked smile on her face as she watches him suffer.

And that’s when Chris realizes something. She wanted this to happen.

He isn’t suddenly allergic to apples, this lady is trying to kill him.

Chris’s eyes widen as he comes to this realization, and he quickly begins to cry out for help.

“MARTIN!!! JIMMY!!! I NEED HELP!!” Chris cries desperately.

And then it dawns on him as his entire body slowly begins to ache with pain, that Martin and Jimmy aren’t there. That he’s completely and utterly alone with nobody but the old lady who gave him that damn apple in the first place close-by.

Does that stop him from continuing to call out for help anyway? Absolutely not.

“HELP!!!” Chris screams, his voice straining from the effort. “MARTIN!! JIMMY!! SOMEBODY!! HELP!!!”

He descends into a coughing fit as soon as he finishes that round of yelling, tears beginning to prick his eyes as his lungs heave.

“aviva...? koki...?” Chris whimpers. “...anybody?”

…

Nothing.

Chris gags as the pain flares up some more, feeling his blood boil as the apple melts inside his body. It hurts. He feels like his body is on fire and all he can do is sit there as the pain continues.

Chris slowly begins to feel woozy alongside the throbbing pain in his chest and throat and panics.

Oh god. He's dying, he's actually dying. He can feel his breath beginning to slow involuntarily and he can't stop it.

He tries to call out for help again but no words come out, not even raspy ones. The old woman continues to watch him as he struggles, a dark smile on her wrinkled face as Chris inches even closer to death.

Everything hurts. Everything hurts. Hot tears spill down his cheeks as he tries to hold on to whatever strength he has left.

He doesn't want to die.

His breath catches in his throat and he gasps, the images of his friends flashing through his mind. Aviva, Koki, Jimmy, Martin. Oh god, Martin.

None of them are here, not even the animals who he had just been talking to are close-by anymore. It’s just him, and his killer, all alone.

Oh god, he's dying alone.

Nobody is coming to rescue him, nobody is coming to help. Even Martin, who's always come whenever he needed him, isn't coming. He's alone. He's alone, he's alone, he's alone.

His lungs feel raw, his body is aching, and he can already tell that he's getting close to slipping into unconsciousness. He lets out a sob and begins to shake uncontrollably, only able to cry out for help in his mind.

He's...cold. So, so cold.

"mart'n... help... me..." He cries out faintly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his body falling straight towards the floor, the world around him finally fading to black.

{For @wildkratts99's Disney Au}

#wild kratts #wild kratts au #wk disney au #wk disney #2d chris kratt #wk au #fanfic #wild kratts fanfic #writing #disney au fanfic #forgot to post this earlier; so sorry for the delay #enjoy <3 #wk angst #angst

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