Suitu Stories

Ava had just received a porcelain doll for her ninth birthday. The doll, whom she decided to name Florence, had curly short pink hair and a white dress her mum sewed. But Ava's birthday went just fine. This is about Florence. She is just as new to Ava as Ava is to her. Sure, Ava played with her anytime possible and makes her mum sew doll dresses. But when night breaks, Florence heads to the Forest of Dolls. Apart of a larger land, with sporadic towns and all seeing doll deities. The forests may whisper back to you, but take that as a courtesy. Do not be afraid. Florence was, and realized they were the whispers of forgotten dolls. Owners that didn't care anymore. She doesn't know who she is, but she does know she doesn't want to be forgotten. By anyone. That's a while for now. Now, she has to figure out how life works. Make her legacy before she's forgotten. (Update: yeah this story was...not the greatest, by the lack of a creator spot in my name. ILL STILL BE UPDATING IT THOUGH! ILL BE THERE NEXT TIME. (maybe)).

Minari was always interested in fashion, but love? pft. She's bisexual and could pull someone, but she was convinced she didn't need love. Meeting Val was a coincidence, not meant to happen. But maybe that's what makes it fate.

Travis is a singer songwriter in the Bronx, waiting tables at a high end restaurant halfway across the city. It's not ideal, but at least the money covers rent and studio time. One day, an old man with an all white suit walks in. An unsuspecting man, until the man hears Travis sing. He's the manager of a mid-tier record label, nothing too fancy. But most of his money came from generational wealth. Nothing like Travis. Travis tells him all about his situation in a casual conversation. The old man gives him a deal. Be the bodyguard for his daughter, and he'll let Travis use the studio for free, along with living quarters and a salary. Little did Travis know, Eloise Luxe is spoiled rotten. She never goes anywhere without an outfit worth more than 2000$, goes to the spa every other day, and has a room larger than his apartment. She has connections. Everything he wanted. And more. But maybe Travis can see the bright side of her. He's living on their money after all. (THIS WILL STILL BE UPDATED, despite the fact that I'm not in the creator program thing. It's just for the love of the game at this point...and writing of course).