Waffle_Lover

Hi!! I saw a lot of people do this so I wanted to do it as well!

My name is Leo! I'm a trans, audhd, almondsexual guy!

For those who don't know almondsexual means I like all genders but I have a preference for men and rarely women!

I have a LOT of hyperfixations and this blog originally was for art, then fan fics, and now it's for art again! You might notice I that my "characters I write for" list is gone, but don't worry! It's just unpinned for now because I don't really want to write fan fics rn and I might do it again some time but for now I'm keeping it unpinned and might update when I do decide to write again

Now, on to the good stuff!

My age: I rather not say

My current special interest: Gorillaz!!

What do I draw?: all I draw is fanart! More specifically for gorillaz, and my art style is semi chibi and some mlp art!

Personal shipping options in the fandom (just so yall feel comfortable): I don't ship 2doc but I think it's cute, and I am thinking of shipping it but idk, I don't like shipping noodle with any of the band mates cause I see them as family to each other, I think 2d x Ace is also really cute especially since 2D was so happy while Ace was there! And I absolutely LOVE to see fanart of "x oc" and self inserts!

Pride stuff: I am trans, a demi boy, poly and almondsexual

More "personal" stuff: I do have autism, adhd, and anxiety. I went to therapy, doing great now, for my anxiety and I take adhd pills to focus on what I'm doing. I am a yumeshipper! I am horrible at taking compliments and talking to new people. I dye my hair all the time to new colors and I have to wear glasses to read stuff from far away. I am also a kemonomimi, I do support Therians, furries and all of that since you can do whatever you want and be whoever you want!!

An RV, in the middle of the parking lot, that's almost vibrating from how loud the music is. The RV is clearly new but still looks beat up, a faint smell of weed floods the air with a wave of cigarette smoke, all coming from the RV. "Now, what in the fresh Hell...?" Ace manages to finally mutter as he starts to approach this random RV, expecting to find a junkie smoking near the back of the RV, but instead he finds a silhouette of a man in the driver seat. As if sensing his thoughts, the drivers window starts to roll down revealing a man with a black fluffy bowl cut, a nose that looks like it was broken at some point or another, and tanned skin with an almost green like hue to it. The man, who seems to be high, softly growls, before opening his mouth and revealing sharp teeth and a pointed tongue, barking out, "What in the bloody Hell do you want?!" His voice is gruff with a heavy British accent, a stark contrast to the usual nasally Italian New York accent that Ace speaks with but for some reason sounds familiar. Ace snaps out of his shock and quickly retorts with "Woah, relax. No need go get all hostile" His smirk starting to return as he notices the song the driver is playing is one he's heard before. It's from some, now failed, band that never really got too famous but always had an amazing bass guitar in every song. His expression shifts to one of surprise, not even his gang knew about this band so to find some random smuck who did? It's like you finally feel seen! "You listen to Two's a crowd?" Ace finally manages to ask. The driver pauses before getting suspicious, "Yeah? So what about it?" He sneered. "I didn't know anyone else listened to them! I love Two's a crowd!" Ace grins for what feels like the first time that night. The man's sneer quickly turns into a smirk, "Oh yeah? What ya think of the Bass guitarist?" "Oh they're absolutely awesome! Makes me wanna try gettin into the bass guitar too." The man seems to have heard enough and opens the door offering to let Ace inside. "What's your name, kid?" "Ace, Ace Copular." He responded proudly, having a lot of pride in his name even though to someone foreign to Townsville wouldn't know the jailbird past to that name. "I'm Murdoc Niccals. The Murdoc Niccals from Two's a crowd." Ace quickly climbs in with a soft gasp, "You!? You're Murdoc Niccals?!" Murdoc laughs "That's what I just said, you knob head!" Before passing Ace a beer, to which Ace gladly accepts with a grin. Their conversations continue throughout the night. "Thinkin about it, why are you in America instead of, you know, England?" Ace asks him while taking a sip of his beer "Oh you know, troubles with the law and such. I swear I was framed!" Murdoc adds defensively. Until finally at 6:45 Am the sun starts to rise and Ace has to go, but not before exchanging numbers with the former bassist. Years go by and they occasionally still talk, even though by now Ace is 45 and Murdoc is 52. Until one day Ace gets a call from a familiar number. "Hey."

Fanfic made by me, and I want to remind everyone that I'm still pretty new to the Fandom and this takes place before Murdoc starts Gorillaz so if something seems out of character for them or goes against Canon please don't be too harsh about it and we can just pretend this totally happened. Okay? Okay

Ace sighed under the rusting metal roof of his "shack" in the middle of the dump of Townsville. He's been dealing with the powerpuff girls since he was 17, two years later and he's still here fighting with them. He's 19 now he should be running the town streets like he used to! Yet, here he is still in the dump. He just wants a drink, nothin too fancy or "hardcore" just some crappy beer to lift his spirits...but the problem is that Townsville doesn't have any bars he's allowed in, since he's only 19 he can't drink "legally" and bartenders almost laugh anytime they see his ID! He starts to rethink how good of an idea it was to have Snake make him a fake ID...If only there was a bar or club that didn't recognize him or his horribly fake ID...That's when it hits him like a truck. "What about the bars outside Townsville?" Ace wonders out loud. "That's it! I'll just go to a new place!" He exclaims, his signature smirk starting to return, maybe this night ain't gonna be too shitty after all? Ace clutches his vest-jacket around him tighter as he walks the cold, dark streets of Townsville. The sunset long ago and won't be back for hours. For once Ace walks alone in these streets, his familiar gang members all busy. His right hand man, Snake, had started selling fake IDs, with Ace as his first customer, Lil' Arturo, who was his left hand man when Snake wasn't available, has been forced into going into middle school now by Mr Wednesday, and at that point why go with anyone else in the gang if those two aren't there? Don't get him wrong he loves his gang, truly, but he rather not hang out with them if Snake and Lil' Arturo aren't there with him. Ace stops in his tracks. Just a little bit outside Townsville is a flashy club, flashing neon lights spray out from the windows, loud music fills the air making it almost hard to hear the bouncer who stands at the door in front of a long line of people. Ace, being Ace, quickly cuts through the line, interrupting the bouncer before he could tell him to get back in line properly. "Yeah, uh, hiya pal. How's to say you go ahead and let me inside, hmm?" He cocky tone is evident as he practically shoves his fake ID in the bouncers face, who merely scoffs. "Wtf is this sh!t?" The bouncer lifts up his sunglasses, even though it was night time, to get a really good look at the ID he held in his hands. It was flimsy at best. The plastic felt cheap, most of the words on it are spelt wrong, and to top it all off the picture of Ace on the ID is quite literally peeling off the card. The bouncer shoots a look of actually shock at the stupidity of the situation, he may have seen some fake IDs but none THIS bad, it looks like it was made in a dump. He glares at Ace who leans against the wall. "We all good, now?" He asks with a sh!t eating grin that quickly fades as the bouncer, easily, tears the ID into shreds before his eyes. His glasses start to fall down his long pointed nose while his eyes widen. "HEY HEY HEY!! What's the matter with you!?" He yells at the man who quickly yells back at him to get out of his sight immediately. Ace scoffs and storms off. "Like I wanna be in your sh!tty club anyways..." He finds himself in an abandoned parking lot as he brain storms how to get inside that club and how to get his money back from Snake for that crummy fake ID- when suddenly loud metal music breaks him from his thoughts. His head snaps up towards where the blaring music is coming from.

I ACCIDENTALLY MADE IT TOO LONG SO I AM POSTING A PART2

Murdoc and Ace (Ace doesn't have a strict age but we're gonna go with the oldest age he might be in phase 5 which is 45 while murdoc was 52 in phase 5) have a 7 year age gap so my idea on how they might have met is that when Ace was 19 he got fed up with the powerpuff girls and tried to explore a bit outside Townsville, coming across a club but got kicked out for having a very obvious fake ID (I would like to add that this is outside Townsville which is canonically in America so age of drinking is 21, this wouldn't take place in Britain where he would be old enough, I just wanted to make that clear so it's not confusing or anything) annoyed he walks off to an abandoned parking lot to think of some way to get into that stupid club when he sees an RV. It's blaring metal music and smells like weed and cigarette smoke. Naturally, he would probably approach it and notice that there's someone in the driver seat, a 26 year old Murdoc, who was in America probably running from the law once again, smoking while listening to some "demonic" metal music. Murdoc would notice and roll down the window to see what this random kid wants and they'd end up getting into a conversation about metal music and Murdoc, because of his "who gives a sh!t" personality and the fact that he's kinda high, let's him in. They'd bond about some metal records (considering in buttercrush we see Ace likes music where he can really move around and has a more rock/metal vibe to it) and stupid authority figures, murdoc offering him a beer and they end up becoming friends.

Tysm!! We can share the waffle :3