I cannot believe this :/

Wow. well, bassically, the gorillaz slash livejournal site appears to be no more, this sucks on so many levels because its what got me into gorillaz slash in the first place.
All my writing began there and all the really awful years of my life were made a lot easier when i went to that community and just chiled out joking about how sexy 2dxmurdoc is etc. No one has posted on there for a long time (although ive tried to) and now there are hundread of 2d x murdoc groups on deviantart etc but its not really the same.

Im really going to miss it, its like the official end of gorillaz :(
Although, im going to try to take the name and redo the community, im fed up of all the nastiness between gorillaz slash cospayers on deviantart and the stupid homophobic comments you gain on fanfiction.net.

Ah well. Gorillaz is not dead yet, ill try my best to bring it back cause i know there are still hundreads of murdoc x 2d and other pairings lovers out there.

lex

The truth about plastic beach…

2d stared up at the night sky and sighed. His hands grazing along the scars down his ribs, his scratches and marks of previous passions aside from this night here. The whale moved along beside the boat and he shuddered. Why so cruel? Why now in his life when he had just got settled?
Two months ago he was in London, in a beautiful flat with all his records and Dvds, his best male friend, his best female friend, the occasional threesome, studying law and DJing sometimes at the local gay club with Russell. He got a shag every night if he wanted and the drinks never stopped flowing.
And now, now he was here, back with that vile, that evil tw*t of a bassist who had ruined so many lives and would go on to ruin more. And yet.
Frightened and scarred and worried and annoyed, he had never felt so…at home before in his life.

The latch on the jail clicked and the scraggily Satanists face came into view.
“The magazine blokes have gone home now, get your scrawny arse up here ,I need that voice of yours”
He sighed and climbed up the steps, greeting Murdoc with a smile as he was pulled up by a green arm.
“Can’t keep your hands off me can you?” Murdoc laughed and kissed 2d on the cheek .
“So wot did yew tell them? How yew just needed my voice for the record, how you ‘ave no idea where russell or Noodle is and how you moved to this island ‘cause yew were bein chased by copters?”
2d leaned closer to the bassist and smirked “or did you tell ‘em how lonely you are, how much you missed me and hated the press so you dragged me over from my flat to live wif you on this island, make music with me and sh*g the bones out of me every night while Noodle has run off to live with Paula in New York and Russell now lives in London doing a drag queen show? Did you tell them that, the truth? Or some half arsed story about how cruel yew are and how I’m scared of whales or somefin?”
Murdoc grinned at him “Do you honestly think they would believe me if I told them?”
“Probably not” 2d grinned and interlocked his hand with Murdoc’s.
“Come on” the Bassist smirked, “It’s time for the radio broadcast, and besides it’s your turn to make the tea”





I know its utter sh*t but its fun. I just love the idea of murdoc kidnapping 2d to live on an island with him. You cant get more slashtastic than that! and also with artwork from my wonderful friend nina whom i ADORE beyond all reason!!

xxxx

"So I got the vocals and keyboards done on Rhinestone Eyes and Broken is nearly finished and that just leaves the raps for the other artists and then we're done" the Bluenette grinned, his tongue poking lightly between his two front teeth as he lifted his bottle of Dr Pepper to his lips.

Murdoc blinked.

He had been miles away, concentrating only on those tiny hips, the bones of his ribcage, the way his clothes hung just that little bit too loosely over that skinny frame. His skin coated in a thin layer of sweat as was per usual for the heat of the island, and his tank top was almost see through. Murdoc shuddered and licked his lips; he looked so good, almost delicious...

"Ey Muds, you alrite over there? Ya aint goin crazy are ya? Well...crazier..." Murdoc shook his head coming back to reality.

"Shuddup dullard and get back to the studio before I set that whale on yew"

He glared at him and 2ds eyes widened as he turned and ran in fear, leaving Murdoc alone to contend with his confused and frustrated thoughts.

It had been a year or more on that island, with only a vast movie subscription to keep him sane.

Sometimes he went back to land to gain supplies and release some of his more primal urges, but then seven months ago they had found him again, shooting at him through the window of the brothel and he had had to run back to the sea barely succeeding in getting his pants back on. Murdoc stared at the calendar and counted, seven months, two weeks and five days...since...since. Urgh. It was a horrible thought, Him Murdoc Niccals, King of Gorillaz, Bass god extraordinaire having gone without sex for so long.

It consumed his thoughts and made him that little bit more agitated and angry, he needed release, to feel another human being, and it was getting worse day by day. Craving company before 2d had been shipped over he had actually snogged Robot noodle, just to test, to see if it would make him feel any better.

And of course the result was only a cold robot staring at him with its head on one side, unmoving, unbreathing, unreal, and Murdoc had hastily wiped its memory so at least one of them could forget his brief downfall...But why 2d? Stuart bloody Pot for Satan's sake! With his stupid Blue hair and stupid Big black eyes and stupid bony little hips that just screamed out for him to dig his nails into, and that grin and the way he sang like he was moaning... it was too much, almost cruel, as though 2d knew it... and was teasing him. But that couldn't be true could it? The Dullard couldn't tell the difference between Austria and Germany, how could he possibly make Murdoc Niccals, Sex God and genius crave him to the point of insanity?

Maybe if he spoke to him, asked 2d how he felt about him then he could figure all this out, but then there was no switch in 2d that could wipe his memory and if he did fuck it up he would have to take responsibility for his emotional decision...act or wait and talk...act or wait?

As he mulled things over, as if answering his thoughts, in the distance he heard 2ds screams of whale phobia and he decided there and then what he had to do. Murdoc grinned to himself as he went through his possessions and stuck a few vital things in a bag, condoms, lube a couple of films.

After all, he mused as he made his way down the elevator to 2ds room, actions did speak louder than words.




Chapter two : http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5817479/2/Actions_speak_louder_than_words

He screamed. Mind numbing tearing clawing searing pain hit him hard.

His attacker laughed. His tall figure stood above him, leering down, lion and its prey.

2d was never too good on the whole dominant side of life.

It was hard to move, his body twisted in at an angle. He tensed up, awaiting the blow again, to his head or his stomach. It never came, instead the bassist leaned down and pinned the singer to the floor.

"Wha-what yew doin?" 2d stared up at him in sheer shock as Murdoc grinned and used his whole tongue to taste along the side of 2d's pretty little neck. Biting at the fragile skin and relishing the pounding of pulses in his mouth. 2d gasped, his heart caught in his chest. The bassist looked at him, held his gaze with his own ferocious one. Then 2d felt his voice whisper through his soul. Those undying words he had craved to hear, ever since the first meeting, right in the keyboard store, or those nights in the Winnie when they lay unmoving beside each other, neither touching nor speaking. They wouldn't dare.

"Stuart Tusspot I have claimed your soul and now I am going to claim that useless little body of yours too" he laughed again, and in one quick movement his hips ground tight against the vocalists. 2d tilted his head back as Murdoc's tongue went lower, lower, lower oh god, and stopped, suddenly.

"Your mine Stuart and don't you ever forget it"

.....

continued chapter one at: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4985259/1/ignorance_is_bliss

ch2: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4985259/2/ignorance_is_bliss

ch3: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4985259/3/ignorance_is_bliss

ch4:http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4985259/4/ignorance_is_bliss

Liar

He always lied

The dinner lady he met aged nine was not an attempt a sounding nonchalant. His defenceless body lay on the floor. She pinned him down. Her looming face, hands holding him in place. He couldn't cry. Through the pain, but kept it in.

When he saw the body. The eyes bleeding, lying on the ground. The car away from him in the corner of the room. Criminal friends shovelling products into the boot. He didn't laugh. Broken glass ripped into his knees. Sat holding the boy to him shock searing through his veins. When the police came he couldn't let go. Embarrassed later.

Looked after that boy every night. Held him close. Never hit him. Never hurt him. Took it as a chance to make his life better. To change. Tried to make it work. Years later when the boy forgot, he never. Always remembered the smell of his butterscotch flavoured angel delight scented hair as he held him close in bed, kept him warm. Told the press how he used to kick and punch. Never mentioned the kisses o endless bruises he gave afterwards.

He jokes now about how vacant the boy is. How weak, how stupid, dullard, dumb dumb, face ache, brain ache, ugly, moron, idiot. Useless. Yet when they were alone, his lips had better uses then hurling insults. He knew how to love. How to kiss. How to take all the pain he would make you feel and turn t into something good. Something pure. How to listen. How to laugh. How to live. But how to hide.

And even later. Now. Here. Surrounded in pain. Searching for her face. The one girl who knew the truth. When he had driven the boy away. He'd needed space. Couldn't handle hiding forever. But she needed him now. He reaches for her hand. Takes it. Picks her up. She so weak. He takes her back home. Watches over her till she wakes. Shaken. Scarred for life. But he will sew the seams of agony back into the innocence she once held.

It took months on end and even then she wasn't the same. How could she be? He told the story briefly on his facebook.

"Just had to pop down to hell to save my guitarist"

She laughed as she read it. He'd never tell how long he'd spent searching, how many perils he had faced. The agonies and fears and sheer terror he felt when he held that limp body in his arms. So scared he had missed it. So scared it was too late. How he cared and listened and laughed and gave back as much goodness as he took.

The boy knew it and she knew it.

Murdoc Niccals was a liar.