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First of all, you must be a Gorillaz fan to join. If there are any problems with joining for submitting, please comment or note one of the administrators.
Please only submit your Gorillaz artwork to the correct folder. If you think we may be missing one or are confused by them, please ask by leaving a comment or noting us. (Please do not submit mature content or writing in the Featured folder.)
OCs can go into the Other folder and if there are two or more band members in the picture, please put them in the Band Members folder. Any Damon Albarn or Jamie Hewlett art can go into the Other folder as well. The same goes for any drawings inspired by Gorillaz art or music.
If you have a person outside of Gorillaz with a band member, you can put the picture in the band members' folder.
Make sure you contribute your art and be an active member of this group. There will (hopefully) be contests held throughout, depending on if this group is active.
Get the word out there. If you know a really good Gorillaz artist or cosplayer and you think they'd like to be with us, write a comment saying who it is and we'd be very grateful. If you also know another group related to Gorillaz, Damon Albarn, or Jamie Hewlett, and you would like them to affiliate with us, please leave a comment with what that group is.
This group is pretty small right now compared to others but I assure you that with your help, we can work together to make it successful!
Drag (Chapter Three)The movie was complete and utter shit, in Murdoc's opinion, and it wasn't even ten minutes in. Murdoc turned his head to his blue-haired counterpart, who was completely absorbed in the movie, his black eyes not even looking away at the T.V for a mere second. Murdoc sighed and turned his head back to face the T.V, why was he doing this? Why did he agree to this? Murdoc stood up abruptly, which caused 2-D to break his stare from the T.V, "Where are you goin', Muds? Ya promised an 'our wit' me, it ain't even been twenty minutes!" 2-D began to get up from his bed where he was sitting and stood a mere few feet away from the older man, staring into his miss-matched eyes. "I'll bug ya more! I-I promise!" 2-D somewhat glared at Murdoc, who was fully glaring at him. "Fine, face-ache! You wanna spend so much god-damn time with me? The we're gettin' wasted on cheap booze in the Winnebago." Murdoc roughly grabbed 2-D by the neck-line of his shirt, pulling him by it as Murdoc left 2-D's shit-hole-oDrag (Chapter Three) by anxiousfallout
Drag (Chapter Two)2-D guided Murdoc through the winding halls of Kong to his room, then quickly fumbled with his keys, opening the room. Murdoc grimaced slightly at the condition of it. The room was a total mess, clothes, packages of Satan-knows-what lying on the floor. It was total chaos. "The fuck happened to your room?" Murdoc questioned sharply, navigating the mess of things on the floor to 2-D's couch, then pushing off enough junk to sit on the old thing. "You better hurry up, I'm givin' you an hour then I'm leavin', and don't be checkin' on me again, face-ache." 2-D nodded, fumbling with the DVD player and popping in the movie he wanted to watch, then clearing off a spot next to Murdoc on the couch. "Move." "What?" "I said, move, face-ache. I ain't sittin' that close to ya, you smell like shit and I ain't into blokes." Murdoc grumbled, pulling out his pack of smokes and lighting one, taking in a long drag before releasing,"Ya already got me to watch this shit, so do me a favor and sod off." 2-D noDrag (Chapter Two) by anxiousfallout
Drag (Chapter One)He sat in his room silently, the only light in the entire place slipped in through the crack of window not covered by old, hole-filled curtain. Puffs of smoke ascended into the air before turning in pure nothing, he took a long draw from his cigarette before releasing a long sigh. It had been a rough day, or week, and hell, he'd vouch for a rough life. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth, examining the centimeter left of it before crushing in into the nearby chair, burning a small black hole. He sighed heavily again, reaching into his pant's pocket and pulling out the package of smokes, taking one and holding between his teeth as he fumbled with his lighter. He growled and grumbled, getting progressively more angry as the lighter flicked and flickered, not lighting his slow death like he wanted. His anger was interrupted by a sudden flood of yellow light. He growled and covered his eyes with his hand, cigarette falling from his teeth onto the dirty, unwashed floor of his Winnebago.Drag (Chapter One) by anxiousfallout
Sanity Not Included Chapter Five: Dreamscape “I still don’t see why I need to help clean.” Murdoc grumbled as he held the corpse of a large rat by the tail and swung it around like a toy. He opened up the window in the hallway and threw the dead rat into the landfill. The rat soared through the air for a moment before a crow swooped in and caught it in its talons. Murdoc watched the bird return to its murder and walked back in the room. “I literally could be doing anything but this right now.”Sanity Not Included Chapter Five: Dreamscape by InsomniacFlaaffy
“Like what, cracker?” Russel asked as he heaved a cardboard box out the room then returned. “Drink yourself into a coma with that cheap ass liquor you keep buying?”
“It’s called saving money, Lardzilla.” Murdoc replied. “Like you would know about saving with all
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