12 Works by docnoctem
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It puts him in mind of seeing his parents or his old girlfriend after the accident, their eyes glassy and voices trembling. He remembers how he’d blinked through the dull red film that coloured his hospital room and said he was sorry. Sorry for what he put them through.
It felt unfair then. It seems unbearable now.
A character study of Stuart as he records The Fall during the American leg of the Plastic Beach tour, reworking the Gorillaz plot around the real touring timeline; or, thoughts on trauma in transit, who we are to strangers, and the link between sugar cravings and opioid dependence.
Now including art by @satsumaorenji.
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“Meth mouth. S’when your tooth enamel melts and they go all sideways and fall out.” Murdoc taps a fingernail on his incisor, punctuating where Stu’s are missing. He earns an unimpressed look.
“I took some tweaker’s crap car to the face, what’s your excuse?”
“I’m English.”
A commission about Murdoc's oral fixation.
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It’s easier when Murdoc’s got a reason to wait at his feet, over his knees, above his zip, asking only for willful hands to find his head.
A quick-and-dirty drabble about fingers.
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About self, shame, and spunk. A crass conversation between two people who probably shouldn’t shag, definitely did shag, inevitably will shag again.
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“In some ways that’s the worst of it: he’s not convinced she really likes Murdoc under her skirt as much as she just doesn’t want Stu holding down her hem.” A handful of scenes set around the unstable relationship between Stuart, Murdoc, and Paula.
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Written for 2Doc Week 2019 in conjunction with Murdoc's birthday, belatedly crossposted!
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"The sea has designed ways to survive for millennia—despite the waste polluting it, the sea is stronger." A glimpse at a mind in decline, another in revolt, and the filtration system on an island made of rubbish.
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He wants this, he does. It’s just that he’s not twenty anymore. Or thirty. Or forty.
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“So—poured my tender guts out t’you then, right. Refresh my memory, how’d that go?” Reflecting on an honest moment through the lens of a dishonest man.
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A snapshot of two people who don’t say what they want and don’t want what they say.
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“That stuff’ll put you in an early grave, you know.” It's the early 1900s, and work is elusive for a man with blackened pits for eyes. Groundskeeping is the first and last job Stuart Pot will ever have.
In which Stuart digs graves while Murdoc fails to stay in one, and it's not quite the comedy of errors it ought to be. Alternately: How Stuart (Never Really) Learned to Stop Worrying and (Failed to) Love a Living Corpse.
Now featuring art by @satsumaorenji, @2docked and @skeledraws!
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"As his chest swells with the breath shared between them, foul and far too intimate, it makes him feel a bit dizzy to realize how little about them exists separately anymore." 2D and Murdoc share a joint and are, as ever, not very good for each other.