Little Dreamer Galaxy :)

No, Loki and Ingrid isn’t over yet. I may not write much more until endgame comes out, because I want to see how the story ends with Thanos and Thor, etc. Probably not seeing it until the 27th, so no spoilers plz. Anyway, I do plan to take it through infinity war and endgame, wrapping it after. As for other writings, Denial may never come back. It was an intriguing premise and I tried, but it just wasn’t working for me. I was trying to write a semi-realistic world where you would need to suspend your disbelief a bit. I’m not against this idea at all, in fact I consider the Gorillaz universe to be an AU, although creepier than I initially would have gone with Denial, as Gorillaz wasn’t one of my inspirations back then. Now that I have my new series (which I hope to continue through all phases and even upcoming ones) I feel like I can play around in a world that isn’t quite my own. I love the character dynamics of Gorillaz , and I was never afraid for my writing to get dark, so there’s t

PART FOUR I wake up to a trio of knocks on the door. Noodle is already awake, and from the looks of things, she hasn’t slept. Up writing. I can appreciate that. I hope it wasn’t my fault.             “Come in!”             The door creaks open as 2-D comes in balancing a half-spilled cup of coffee in one hand and a platter of burnt toast in the other. “I made toast. And Murdoc hit me over the head with a frying pan.”             “Cool. And not cool. I’ll—”             “Don’t worry about it, Nu. There was an incident with the eggs.”             I never liked eggs personally, but I don’t say anything.             “I would have made them, but Murdoc cracked the last egg on the floor and blamed Russel.”             “Good lord. What time is it?” I yawn, sitting up in bed.             “10:30, why?”             “Noodle, did you—”             “That’s not important. Do you need ice for your head, D?”             He nods as I decide to swipe a piece of toast from the

Inspired by Damon Albarn and Justine Frischman. Regrets—Sarah B. Priest They say all things have a reason Purpose, fate or destiny But sometimes I sit and wonder why It wasn’t meant to be Maybe they say, It’s better this way Of course, I want what’s best Cause God knows best, But; Sometimes I sit and wonder If she ever had regrets. A professor, a bay, Please take me away In the silence of night, The fame of the rain Projects, panels, planes Unanswered questions Left under all the paint. Does she ever miss him? Does she ever have regrets? Does she sit at home alone? Do I wonder? Yes It might be wrong to ask this Might be wrong to say Relationships are complicated Do you go or stay? Knowing that some kinds of things Are never meant to be Knowing you’ll be happier But only when you’re free Say you’ve met somebody new On a lonely avenue Happier together, apart Never too late for a new start Why do they sa

PART THREE “I’m fine. Do you need something?”             I’m frozen on the spot, and I don’t know what to say to him over the butterflies in my stomach. I don’t know why he makes me feel this way, I just feel some sort of connection. I know it sounds dumb, it is dumb, it’s just that…I don’t know.             I shake my head.             “What’s your name?”             “Savannah. You can call me Semi.” I falter. The nickname might be fitting with someone like Noodle, maybe, but with 2-D? Why was I so cocky?             “I’m Stu-Pot, better known as 2-D—that’s what Murdoc calls me.”             “Oh I—” I take a couple steps back into the wall.             “It’s ok. It stuck.”             I nod.             “What are you doing here?”             “I’m an old friend of Noodle’s.” That seems to be a good enough explanation for him. “And I don’t have anyone else—” Why am I getting this way? Why am I telling him this? Why did I tell Murdoc anything?             “I