#sit speak

[ingreymin]

hey alexa add mischievous scheming and plotting to my daily schedule from noon to 4:30., Alexa did you get that

[cherryboi01]

Wip Introduction: Sit, Speak

Name: Sit, Speak

Estimated Length: 8-10 parts/20,000 - 25,000 words 

Status: 3 ½ parts so far 

Genre/Warnings: thriller, gore, recreational drug use, its just a drug cartel, lgbtq+ characters, realistic fiction, heavy alcohol use, distribution of illegal substances, homosexual tendencies (this shouldn’t be a warning but whoops), manipulation, mind games, adult themes, explicit language

Setting: Manhattan, New York

POV: First Person? Most of the time

Synopsis: If Rose said jump, Violet’s first response would always be how high? But what happens when that changes? 

After arriving in New York, Violet finds herself in a world of drugs, bloodshed, and money that she didn’t bargain for. Rose was always her top priority, everything that she did was for her sake, but after things take a turn for the worse, will she open her eyes to see the monster that she’s called her savior all along? 

Toy - Part 2 (Excerpt)

His, no, its figure was revolting in the most intense way possible. Its skin was sickly, a yellow cast over its figure as its abdomen was on display, a hint of definition showing. It was scrawny, limbs awkward and thin, not fitting its body at all. From where it was standing it had to be slightly taller than rose. It wore cargo shorts that were khaki, not matching the white shirt framing its chest, the buttons ripped open. It had scabs on its legs and some even visible on its arms. The moles on the side of its neck and chest were dark brown and ugly. Its face – god its face was the worst of all. Its eyebrows were full but its head was shaved down to a buzz cut, some parts visibly lightened by a bleach of some kind. Its eyes were red and dark with under eye bags, though its pupils were a light greenish-blue. The color didn’t fit it at all, wasn’t good enough to be laid upon rose. Besides the ripped buttons, there was lipstick staining its collar and down the sides of its neck, a train of red lipstick dancing down its neck and chest, stopping just before the weak v line above its disgusting shorts, the Calvin Klein logo on its boxers peeking out above the shorts waistline. The same red lipstick smudged around the corners of Rose’s mouth, around its mouth too.