Thank you so much 💙 !!

What makes me happy:My dog, drawing, playing guitar, surfing/teaching kids to surf, and playing tennis

Sorry this is short, if you want me to make a longer one then you can send me another ask!

I ship you with: Russel!

yesss i am but since i was out for awhile im a little backed up w stuff & since the other mod just kinda evaporated (??) it might take me a couple of days to get to yours but feel free to send it in anyways!

ilysm omg ur always leaving me nice messages so thank u!! mwah

also u guys should check her out her art is A+++++

I ship you with: Murdoc

I ship you with: Noodle!

im back and ready to crank out a bunch of ships because you all deserve to finally have them answered!

I ship you with: 2-D

No worries, I love these song requests from you! Keep them coming!

Stuart used to think that rainy days were pointless and gloomy–something that kept people inside and made the sky turn a hazy, dark shade of blueish grey. But as he got older he realized that although the rain was dismal at first glance, if you looked closer you’d see that it does more good than harm. It waters plants, hydrates animals, and clears the air of humidity.

He was starting to think the same way about thunderstorms now, too.

With his head resting on your shoulder and a hand softly gripping at your inner thigh, 2-D assumed that there always a silver lining to any storm ever–especially this one. Because even though with each deafening thunderclap the entire house shook on its old, rusty hinges, Stuart was still able to do his favorite thing in the world: spend time with you. Just you. No outside distractions, no random beatings from an aggravated Murdoc, just the two of you together sitting in a dark room by a dark window, watching raindrops gracelessly fall from the sky, hitting the glass window pane with a soft pitter-patter. The small clear orbs seemed so weightless as they tumbled down from the heavens above, not caring what they landed on. Not caring about anything but hitting the ground.

Before he met you, Stuart had been out of the dating game for years–it wasn’t entirely his fault, though. It was more of a combination of thinking that maybe he wouldn’t be good enough for someone else, or maybe Murdoc would woo them away, again. Sure, 2-D had shagged a couple of birds in the years between you and Paula; more women than he’d like to admit, actually–but that was besides the point. 2-D never considered any of those people to be real relationships. Murdoc told him they were “one night stands” and called him a playboy. Russel said they were booty calls. Noodle said he should stop ignoring those poor people after they shagged. She called him dirty.

But you were different. His mind didn’t immediately wander off and think about how good your body would feel pressed up against his. Instead, he wondered what your favorite color was, and also wondered where feelings like these came from. Sirens amplified in his mind warning him not to get sucked in, not to succumb to his natural desire of human interaction–but Stuart couldn’t help it. His heart felt like it went to other worlds when he was with you. You suddenly sparked something he thought was dead long ago, and now that he had it back, he wasn’t going to let it tumble back into the dark cavern that was his mind.

“Stuey!” An excited voice exclaimed, snapping the frontman out his thoughts and back into reality. “Did you see it? The lightning? It lit up the whole sky!” For a second, Stuart looked at you in shock, still trying to process what happened, where he was, and why he wasn’t still picturing the day both of your paths crossed. “Uh– yeah, yeah! I did. It was s’big, biggest one a’tha lightning bolts I’ ever seen.” You grinned at him lopsidedly, slowly shaking your head. “I knew it, you were dozing off again. There wasn’t any lightning, you silly. I was just seeing if you were totally out of it or just a little out of it.” Stuart just smiled again, entwining a piece of your hair though his fingers. God, he was so happy you were real. You were real and you weren’t going to leave him because he knows you love him and he loves you too. “Sometimes,” you chuckled, pressing a kiss to his nose. “I feel like your some sort of satellite stuck up in space and you can’t get back down to earth with out me, you know? Like I’m some sort of signal.”

Stuart grin simmered down a little as he entrapped himself in thought again–but this time it wasn’t about you. It was about everything around you. Everything you’ve said. The storm would start it, since it started this whole conversation with you, which started his though process in the first place. Then what he remembered about how it felt to meet you for the first time–how he had no idea where in the universe his feelings came from, how the sirens in his mind amplified when he thought that maybe, just maybe, the two of you could have a life together, and how he felt like he had traveled to other worlds whenever you were around. Then he’d sing about the rain and how it fell so weightlessly from the sky, how it hit whatever it wanted and then fell off a body just as weightlessly before making contact with the ground. That was it. He had to tell Murdoc they had their new single–the one he’s been trying to think up for days on end now. And 2-D had the perfect name for it.

Busted and Blue. 

omg thank you so much! sorry i wasn’t on all week, i work at a surf camp as an instructor and one of the kids hardboards smacked me in the face real hard so i was on bed rest with a major concussion but im all better now! 

I loved writing this request! Thank you so much for sending it in

The kitchen was deathly silent, aside from the upbeat hum of Andromeda gracing the air, it’s chords sounding just a bit too grainy from the cheap radio you had managed to buy from a mangy garage sale. You stood at the counter, gently putting the glass mugs away, staring at the little designs on them for a minute too many. Stu sat at the table behind you, looking a little more defeated today than he did usually, but you knew not to comment on his appearance in such a way. Instead you waited for him to come to you and say something– anything.

When the passing looks to die forTake it in your heart now, love her 

As if on cue, Stuart stood up, fingers softly gripping your hips and spinning you around to face him, his mouth upturned in a rueful smile. “Your song’s on the radio.” You chirped quietly, causing him to chuckle before burying his head in the crook of your neck, his left hand trailing up your spine and entwining his fingers in your hair. “I know, I heard.”

Back to when it was cool‘Cause there’s no substitute

Slowly he began to sway his hips to the beat, guiding you along with him and moving across the cold kitchen tiles. It was times like these you treasured more than anything. With the new Gorillaz album out, Stu never seemed to make any time for you anymore, being that he had numerous interviews and private concerts to host. But you pushed those thoughts out of your head, instead loosely wrapping your arms around his neck and spinning the both of you around.

Take it in your heart, heart, heart, heartWhere it all goes down

“I love you.” 2-D muttered delicately, as if he was scared to break the air surrounding both of you. “I love you too.” You said back just as softly, removing your hands from around Stu’s neck to rest on his own, which were comfortably nested on your lower back. “Sometimes I ‘fink that I’m just doing too many ‘fings. That I’m not giving you enough time anymore.”

I put it to the right manHe put it back

He dipped you, your head just grazing the kitchen floor, and he leaned over to kiss you. It wasn’t like your usual quick pecks on the lips before a gig, or when he was rushing out of the room to head to an interview he was already ten minutes late for–this one had heart. He felt warm, so warm that when he parted from you and hoisted you upright into a standing position, you stood on your tippy toes and inched forward for another kiss, but something stopped you–he was crying. It wasn’t noticeable if you weren’t listening, seeing that Stuart was more on the silent side, but the dim kitchen lights hit his face just right. Stuart must have noticed that you saw, and looked away in shame, wiping the guilty evidence away as quickly as it appeared. 

Make it for the best timesGrowing pains, good times

“Stuey,” you whispered, hand reaching up to cup his cheek. “What happened?” Before you could touch him, 2-D took you hand in his, interlocking the two of you’s fingers together. “‘m sorry, Y/N. You deserve so much better. I never have anytime for you anymore.” Usually, when he spoke, you could read Stu’s face. You could read it so well, actually, that sometimes your could guess exactly what he was going to do next. But this time? He was a blank slate. And that scared you more than anything.

Take it in your heart now, loverTake it in your heart, heart, heart, heart

“What do you mean?” You questioned, your grip on his hand tightening subconsciously. “I don’t deserve better, you’re the best I could ask for, Stuey. You’re just a little preoccupied with the album, is all.” Stuart bit his bottom lip, his once unreadable expression morphing into a frown. “‘m sorry, Y/N. I jus’, I don’t wanna– I feel like…” Your brows furrowed, dreading what he was going to say next.

Andromeda, AndromedaAndromeda, Andromeda

“I ‘fink maybe we should take a little break.” You looked at him, eyes pleading for him to take it back, say it was a joke, do something–but he never did. Instead he looked the opposite way, his hand wriggling out of your grip before inching backwards. “Stuart, please. We can work through this, it’s just a damn album!” But his mind seemed to be set, and instead of responding, you could hear him dial a number, asking for a cab to come to your address. 

“Y/N, ‘m sorry. I really am.”

Where it all goes down

I ship you with: Russel