uncle murdy

painted-quinn  asked:

Hey love! Could you do a short fic on the Make A Wish organization calling Murdoc up about a kid that wants to meet him? I love how you write Murdoc, so I knew I had to come to you! <3

This one was really fun to write, I’m just sorry it took so long to get it out here!

Also, this is kind of a longer one.

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Murdoc was woken up by his phone ringing, and it was much earlier than he was used to getting up. Grumbling, the bassist tried to ignore the ringing, however it was impossible to. He was laying on his stomach, his head turned on his pillow so he was facing away from his phone. Rather than adjusting himself to make it easier, he simply reached over and groped around for the device. After retrieving it, he answered it and brought it to his ear.


“Yeah?” He grumbled, shifting so his face wasn’t pressed into his pillow at all to allow him to speak clearly.

“Good morning sir. This is Barbara from the Make A Wish Foundation. I’m just wondering if I’d be able to get a hold of a Mr. Murdoc Niccals, or someone who would be able to relay a message to him?”

Murdoc was still half asleep and having trouble comprehending anything being said to him, however “Make A Wish” certainly caught his attention, and he sat up to try and wake himself up more.

“This is him.” He replied, then cleared his throat a little. He knew quite well he likely sounded like he had just woken up.

“Oh, wonderful. Mr. Niccals, we currently have a young boy who made a wish with our foundation, and that wish is to meet you. We were hoping that you’d be able to set something up to meet him.”

The bassist took a moment to comprehend what had just been said to him, and a look of surprise came to his face when he realized the question.

“There’s a kid who made a wish to see me?” He echoed. Normally he’d be more cocky about a fan wanting to meet him personally. After all, he was Murdoc Niccals, who didn’t want to meet him? However, this time was different.

“That’s correct, Mr. Niccals. Do you think you’d be able to set up a time to see him?”

“Well, uh yeah I can do that.” He replied quickly, briefly thinking of whatever schedule he had lately. He figured he be able to move things around when he had things going on, and by that he meant telling the other band members he had something going on and let them handle it. “I can make anytime work, just tell me when and where.”


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Murdoc left the house quickly, a guitar case in hand in one hand and his keys in the other. He hadn’t even told the rest of the band about this, all he had said to them was that he wasn’t available for anything today, and he had told all of once about a week ago.

He opened the door to the back seat of the car and tossed the guitar case inside before getting into in the driver’s seat and starting up the car. Once the car was on, he pulled out of the driveway. As soon as he was on the road, scenarios of the meeting began to run through his head. The young boy had specifically requested him, and Murdoc really didn’t want to disappoint him. He hadn’t even had a drink before he left, so he was completely sober.

The car radio played quietly in the background, but Murdoc hardly heard it, instead focused on his thoughts. Time seemed to be non-existent, and before he knew it, he was pulling up to the hospital and parking his car in the lot. He got out of the car and grabbed the case he had put in the back seat, then made his way to the building.

As he walked in, Murdoc was a little surprised to see there were no cameras, however he welcomed this fact. As much as he loved publicity, he felt this should be a more private affair. He began to make his way over to the elevator. The bassist had been given the room number and ward ahead of time, so he really just had to find his way around to the right room. He pressed the button in the elevator that would take him to the right floor, then read over the directions he was given again.

Before he knew it, the lift stopped moving and the doors opened allowing Murdoc to step out and wander around. It didn’t take him long to find the room where the boy was located, and he knocked on the door once he approached. It was only once he tapped on the door that his nerves began to act up, however he didn’t outwardly show it. He simply cleared his throat and kept a stoic face. Within a few seconds, a woman Murdoc perceived to be the mother of the child he was to meet opened the door to see who was there, and the expression on her face immediately let him know she was thrilled.

“Oh my god, it’s so good to meet you. Thank you so much for coming, he’ll will be thrilled.” She informed him, then ushered him inside the room. “Someone’s here to see you!” The woman called just as Murdoc moved in and saw the boy sitting up on his bed. A large grin grew on Murdoc’s face as the boy spotted him and lit up.

“Hello, there. Heard you wanted a visit from Uncle Murdy, so I thought I’d drop by to meet up with you.” By this point, the boy was absolutely ecstatic, and the excitement was rubbing off on Murdoc. All his hesitation and nervousness was thrown out the window, and he quickly felt like himself again.

“Murdoc, you’re really here!” The boy shouted happily. The older man nodded, approaching the bed and setting the guitar case down in an empty chair beside the bed.

“Of course I am, it was your wish, wasn’t it? Can’t leave you hanging there now, can I?” The bassist was caught off guard by a hug from the boy, who had gotten out of bed. For an instant, he just stood there looking at the child but quickly regained himself and patted his back.

“You’re so awesome!” The child happily informed him as he let go and went to sit back on his bed.

“Well thank you, that’s very nice of you to say.” A large grin had returned to Murdoc’s face. “I think that you’re pretty awesome, too.” That got the boy beaming again, and it warmed the older man’s heart and made him feel happy.

“Say, how’d you like a bass lesson? I brought one over here, thought you might like that.” He asked, gesturing to the case he’d set down. The boy nodded eagerly in response, so Murdoc opened the case up and pulled out the bass. He then proceeded to hand it over to the child and got him all set up by showing him how to hold it. The instrument was a little big, and the older man couldn’t help but chuckle a little as he watched the small boy trying to hold onto the bass that was obviously too large.Once the child was holding the instrument more steadily, Murdoc helped to show him how to play a chord.

Murdoc then stepped back and watched as the boy tried to play the chord he was shown. When he struggled, the bassist stepped in to help out but let him be independent for the most part. His smile only grew when he heard the chord played correctly.

“Hey, that’s it right there!” Murdoc told him encouragingly before showing the boy another chord. The child caught on more quickly this time, so the bassist continued to show him how to play the instrument until he could play a short tune. The look on the boys face when he played the tune put a large smile on Murdoc’s face, and he couldn’t help but feel proud.

The rest of the day was spent like that, simply relaxing, giving a private lesson, and talking. Murdoc completely lost track of time, and only realized he had been there all day when the sun began to set, giving the room a yellowish glow. He took a quick glance down at his watch.

“Is it that late already? Listen, I guess I should I should get going.” As he got up and excused himself, he felt bad that he’d have to leave the kid. He glanced back towards the bed where he’d been sitting all day, and the boy still had a large grin despite Murdoc having to leave. “I’ll catch you again some time, yeah?” He asked, and got a large grin and a nod in response. “Good.”

“I really can’t thank you enough for coming by, it really means a lot.” As he turned to leave, the voice of the boy’s mother made Murdoc pause and look at her. The grin on his own face returned.

“It was my pleasure, Love. Really, I had a good time.” He replied in a happy tone, then turned to leave once more.

“Mr. Niccals, what about your bass? Don’t you want that back?”

“Huh? Oh, that? Nah, you can keep that one, brought it just for him.” With that, Murdoc gave a little wave and left the room.

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It was late in the evening when Murdoc finally made it back to the house he shared with the other members of the band. After parking the car, he made his way to the door of the house and entered quietly. He really just wanted to go into his room and have a cigarette there in peace, however his plan quickly changed when he saw Russel, who had apparently heard him come in.

“There he is, the changed man. Have a good day?”

Murdoc simply frowned a little when he heard Russel talk. “Changed man? What’re going on about, Russ?”

“You spent the whole day with that kid, didn’t you?”

“Wha- how did you find about that? And is it really so shocking that I’d want to go spend time with a sick child?”

“Yes, and there’s a video out on the internet. Kinda went viral, so it’s hard to miss when it’s over everyone’s feed.”

Murdoc scoffed, then shook his head. “Shame on you, Russel, I love children. Why do you think I kept Noodle?”

Russel simply rolled his eyes. “Just saying good on you, man. It was a cool thing for you to do.”

Murdoc was quiet for a moment, and he simply began to walk away in order to get to his room. However, as he passed by Russel, he muttered a quiet thanks.

anonymous asked:

pls help me i sometimes feel guilty for being totally in love w murdoc even though i don't excuse a single disgusting thing he does? but people who hate murdoc sorta make me feel bad for him being a major source of comfort for me

buddy, pal. I love Murdoc so friggin’ much, it’s insane. However, I don’t know if you follow my blog, but the vast majority of my posts about Murdoc center around criticizing and questioning Murdoc as a person. Why? Because I have the capacity to love the complex characteristics and charming qualities that make him, essentially, the true front man of Gorillaz. If someone asked me what my fav character was, I would no doubt say Murdoc. But even more importantly, if someone asked who my favorite person was in the band, it undoubtably would be Russel. Why? I think this is a conversation the fans have been having for a long time: how can literally the worse person ever be such a bigger favorite over such a nicer, kinder, BETTER person like Russel??

Well, that’s because Murdoc is, imo, a better character than Russel, while Russel is undoubtably a better person. The effectiveness of their fictional personas on audiences greatly differ from their actual value as human beings in the real world. My personal experience with following stories, comics, etc. in general would chalk this conundrum up to simply the writing and handling of both people. It’s no secret that Murdoc (and 2D) almost unfairly get sooo much more depth and attention from Jamie+Writers. While I don’t think any of the other characters are ‘flat’ or ‘boring’ in any sense, the obvious lack of care regarding making them fully, apologetically, and entirely HUMAN (without falling into the space that’s so familiar that they actually become boring) has fallen short compared to uncle Murdy.

While Murdoc is indisputably the anti-villain, or even villain for some, of the Gorillaz franchise, he reads to me to be so much more tangible as a fictional, over-the-top caricature of a mentally-ill, deranged, violent alcoholic than the others (in their own respective ‘stereotype’) by way of his wit, personalization (we hear and see him the most), and general flamboyancy that makes him bother you in a way that probably starts off negative, but eventually turns into an understanding recognition of who he is, what he wants and needs, why he is who he is, and what he needs to be. Maybe that’s just empathy, or maybe we’ve just been taken hostage by Murdoc in between the quick transitions of dangerous to endearing that Murdoc so easily flips in and out of. 'Acute Stockholm Syndrome’ is what 2D’s therapist called it….

but really you don’t need to explain urself at all like what you like man fight the power

anonymous asked:

Hey muds someone in my class is pressuring me for nudes (don't worry uncle murdy I haven't sent any) can you fight them for me? - an anxiety filled bean :'3

Murdoc: I’ll need an address, and a photograph of the suspect. Tell them ”no” and if they continue, I’ll send the hounds.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Noodle slaying everyone in an arm wrestling championship, the band just kind of goes: "yup, true story" Please?

(I chose to just make it an arm-wrestling situation in a bar, hope that is ok. This piece did not come easy to me but I hope it is still ok <3)

As a tradition, something that had started even before Noodle was old enough, the band went out for drinks in the city which they were touring in. They would always find a small bar, one that had its regulars but was not crowded - being caught by the paparazzi was an actual hell, even Murdoc, who loved reveling in fame, hated it - and the bar they had found this evening was a nightmare but in a charming way. The red velvet bar stools and the dark wooden bar were so cliché that they all felt slightly out of place.

“Just beers then?” Murdoc had asked as the rest had found a decent booth where there weren’t as many patches on the seats from either drinks or vomit.

“Could I get a Pina Colada?” Noodle asked, rolling her eyes as Murdoc crinkled his nose, “And it has to have a funny straw and an umbrella!”

“Sure, love…” Murdoc sniffed as he left the table.

“We really killed it tonight, huh?” Russel eyed the suspicious bowl of peanuts on their table, “I’m gonna remove these.”

“Yeah!” 2D said enthusiastically, taking a peanut from the bowl just as Russel had reached for it, “You were really good Noodle. Slaying, isn’t that what all the kids say nowadays?”

“I promise, I am not done slaying for tonight,” Noodle replied with a mischievous grin.

*

None of the other had really figured out how it had happened but soon Noodle was leaning over a bar table, elbow planted firmly on the wooden surface and gripping hard at a very muscular hand. This was her third match and yet again, she was winning.

A pair of blue eyes were looking at her, the eyes of her competitor, and he looked absolutely exhausted. It had all been from cockiness, Noodle getting a little too drunk and starting to babble on about how she could kick everyone’s ass in here. No one had believed her. The brows of the big man furrowed in concentration, or was it pain? Either way, he looked as if in panic at the fact that he was losing to a woman. A tiny woman.

“Yeah!!!! Go Noods!” 2D yelled out from the crowd, a big circle had formed around them and her band members were standing closest, cheering loudly.

“Never underestimate our girl,” Russel smirked, looking absolutely proud as he sipped his beer.

“I’ll drink to that,” Murdoc nodded, lifting his beer up into the air and Russel clinked their bottles together, “Knock’em dead, sweetheart, Uncle Murdy believes in you. I’d do it meself but I have a beer to tend to.”

Noodle looked at him with a raised brow, giving her all and practically slammed the very strong arm into the table, “Shut up, Murdoc.”

The crowd cheered, money from bets were exchanged and the competitor looked down, clearly ashamed at his loss of this battle. He walked off in silence, a few of his friends laughing at the fact that he had lost and slapping his back.

“Yeah,” Murdoc half-drunkenly yelled after the man, “That just happened! Go cry in the corner!”

Noodle hopped down her chair, walking to her boys with a wide grin, “Now, who of you is next?”

“We’re smarter than that,” Russel pointed out and reached to ruffle her hair, “You’re a tough one.”

“Gotta say, you scared me a little,” 2D said, scratching his chin, “I’ll keep in mind who to call if someone scares me.”

“Everything scares ya, Dents,” Murdoc said simply, ignoring 2D’s ‘hey’ at his comment and wrapping his arm around Noodle’s shoulder, “Now, now. Let’s see if the bartender wants to give the winner free drinks, shall we?”