&. THE LAMB

              I. 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚍?

             II.   the   lost   melody   of   the   living   &   esoteric,   the   chosen   one’s   prophecies   wrapped   in   plastic   dreams,   the   living   dead   girl,   an   eyeless   beauty,   between   the   lonely   left   hand   where   the   sun   is   kissing   each   hope   upon   an   endless   sea.

                                                 #𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

     III.   STUART   ‘2D’   POT,   FRONTWOMAN   OF   THE   BAND   GORILLAZ;   ANGEL   OF   THE   HOUSE   OF   KONG.   HEAVILY   CANON   DIVERGENT,   SET   IN   PHASE   5   (THE   NOW   NOW),   PLASTIC   BEACH   &   DEMON   DAYS   UPON   REQUEST,   HEADCANON   BASED.

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  running up that hill with, Druid! [MINOR DNI+ HEAVILY NSFW]

       I. The context of 2-D’s relationship with Murdoc is written primarily in a joking mannerism, I don’t know if it was a cheeky nature of ‘lads being lads’ cause it was the 90’s, but, naturally - I cannot abide by that. Before 2-D was an international rockstar on the level of Blur, Suede, Oasis, a running commentary of Britpop powerhouses, she was Stuart. Stuart Pot who lived in Hertfordshire working at her Uncle’s organ shop, (loosely rewritten to be a piano shop with the one odd, solo, unsold of ten years banjo). In interviews, she has constantly stated her happiness was in the dream she’d inherit her father’s amusement park or work full time with him till he retired.

       She had zero desire to leave the interior nest of her safe world, cocky, arrogant, mischievous, all around a pleasant young woman who had no idea she was being sought out primarily for her musical talents. The formula is easy, demon + angel, 2-D’s acquisition by Murdoc to play in his band will be rewritten as caging a rare exotic bird. Her injuries were substantial after the car crash. She depended on him 24/7 while he shaped her into a sweetheart that would emerge to front his band. He does write all the music with 2-D having written ‘The Now Now’ as her own project, in truth it was a band effort but, she often will refute it is her solo album. The thing is, they are musically soulmates, Murdoc was mid 30’s to early 40’s when loosely they met, Stuart was only 20 when she was catapulted into fame, the question for years that is constantly written in tabloids, magazines, forums, gossip, twitter hemisphere; are they together? No one knows, she doesn’t, no one asks.

       To simplify this as much as I can, the events of Plastic Beach where she was kept captive, forced to sing to produce a wildly successful commercial album seeded her discontent, psychologically she had checked out the minute she landed on that island. She is written to be the dead wife, the haunting wife, the beloved wife, and the wife who also would initially take down her husband for his stupidity. Yes, she is a blithe thing with her head at times in the clouds, aimless, clueless, good nature but, she is sharply lucid when her nature turns. Often, she will be written as someone captivating in mannerisms while in actuality, she is acutely aware of what is going on even through her chemical haze. While she refutes the love for each other was there, she will always in her few seconds of clear conscious state, they tore one another down, their love was mean, venomous, ultimately perfect because at core she can be as horrendous as he is just insidious in her quiet nature.

       We have song examples! Yay, “To Binge” essentially being the realization that fundamentally Murdoc broke her to the point she will flee to preserve herself, understanding if they survive this godforsaken island, he will spend eternity in his own hell trying to gain 2-D’s forgiveness. 2-D later admitting in defeat, she loves him, always will, how can she hate someone who loved her with such a fervor he gave her wildly successful fame & shaped her early years? Though, she cannot keep her contempt away, the furious ex-wife who was disgraced not for cheating, scandals only a rock star can have, taxes of all things that caused her to say; enough. In her body language it is easy to see someone loves her, the jewelry she wears that costs an unfathomable amount, her perfect manicure, mismatched teeth that were over time slowly corrected, the pill case she carries is always filled, it is love - not the right kind.

✭ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 // @quad4xel

     ‘  I’VE  ACTUALLY  BEEN  HIDING  THE  WHOLE  TIME  ‘  a  difficult  prospect  for  a  woman  of  her  caliber,  the  champagne  glass  now  warmed  by  her  hands,  nursed  &  hardly  drank.  Layers  of  sky  blue  hair  held  together  with  a  plastic  clip,  cherries,  all  the  rhinestones,  glitter,  the  existence  of  LA  light  burning  away  the  grime  of  the  past.  She  still  bowed  out  politely when  the  manors  worth  a  fortune  became  overwhelming,  a  balcony,  stairwell,  somewhere  to  crouch  &  hide.  An  international  rockstar  who  understood  the  nature  of  what  it  took  to  be  the  pretty  bird  on  stage,  on  the  late  night  television  shows,  seeking  a  moment  to  regain  her  splintered  mind  -  inhale  before  exhaling. 

      2-D kept  peering  out  the  grand  windows,  looking  at  the  plethora  of  sorbet  colors  painting  the  skies  in  pink,  oranges,  reds,  blues,  the  soft  sea  that  rolled  without  the  usual  roaring  tides.  “Beautiful  view,  yeah?  Parties  like  this  are  just  humble  brags  in  my  opinion”  from  the  side  of  her  silver  boots,  she  moves  her  legs,  holding  a  crystal  bowl  in  her  hands.  Every  assortment  of  bright  tantalizing  colors,  the  smell  of  artificial  fruit,  pearlescent  eyes  that  sparkle  as  her  gap  tooth  grin  spreads.