Aspen Archer

ash | 28 | designer | waveson | Single | Leo |

[aspennyarcher]

ASPEN ARCHER ( SHE/HER ) is a CIS FEMALE, TWENTY-EIGHT year old DESIGNER/OWNER OF WAVESON BOUTIQUE who has been living in Moorbrooke for TEN YEARS. They were born on AUGUST 15 and right now, they are currently residing in COPPINGFIELD CRESCENT. It has been said that they look suspiciously like OLIVIA COOKE and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose MY TEARS RICOCHET by TAYLOR SWIFT. ( b, 25, est, she/her )

tw: foster care, death, drug mention.

BIOGRAPHY

aspen archer never knew her family. born to an unmarried mother who would have rather spent the nights out with people than a screaming baby. her father was a similar catch. she spent her eighteen years of life, bouncing from foster home to foster home. she found peace in her friendships, regardless of how short they ended up being. from school to school she always knew how to make friends and take care of herself. she knew how to keep herself happy, art. no matter where she was placed, a notebook could always keep her mind at rest. ash always said that her life did not start until she was eighteen.  

once she turned eighteen, a trust was released to her. the day she aged out of the foster care system, she became independently wealthy. turned out both of her biological parents didn't want her, but also passed away before she could ever meet them. Aspen Archer was the last child of the Archer family. her grandmother set a trust for her to inherit the day she turned eighteen. 

the good thing to come out of virginia was aiden. he came from a similar background as her. foster care, drug addict deadbeat parents. aspen needed to leave roanoke, aiden needed to stay. aspen found her way to moorbrooke, and settled to town immediately. 

aiden and aspen kept in contact, they were in love and the distance was their biggest argument for years. aspen always made her way back to roanoke for aiden. aiden had never made the journey to moorbrooke. 

in moorbrooke, aspen discovered her talent for design. with the resources she was given, she opened waveson boutique. full of her own designs, her own art, hers. two years into opening the boutique, aspen struggled to keep a clientele. uninspired, needing her muse, aspen flew out to see her love. 

that was the last time she would ever return to her hometown. aspen wanted to surprise aiden at his apartment, she waited and sat in the hallway waiting for him. she knew he would be off work soon, but rather she was greeted by a woman. a gorgeous one, she looked so pure, sweet, kind, she looked the opposite of aspen. she was also seemingly six months pregnant. aspen couldn’t unsee the women who walked into the apartment. she sat and stared at the door, waiting for aiden, to end things in person now rather than become re-inspired. the moment the couple had locked eyes, a tension, despair, death like feeling entered the hallway. words were barely used, rather their eyes did the talking. aspen ended it and left. he never did chase her, she did not expect him to, but nevertheless hurt he didn't. 

returning to moorbrooke, aspen threw herself into her work. it was the only thing she could do to keep herself put together. and it paid off for her. years later her boutique would become a hot spot in town and on the map. she never released her designs to any other company, waveson had her heart and soul built into it. designing gowns was her dream, seeing her designs come to life and be worn was a love she never expected. 

[dark-romantics]

Every deep thinker is more afraid of being understood than of being misunderstood.

~ Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

[rumraisinmarzipan]

[benjiwilson]

open starter: @moorbrookestarters​ where: beachwood diner

It was Benji’s day off from work and he had most certainly taken any advantage of that last night. It wasn’t that often that he actually had quite a few drinks, knowing how otherwise he’d need to put in quite an effort to convince his friends - and himself - that he wasn’t going to end up like his father. But after stumbling into a bar that showed a football match yesterday evening, he simply hadn’t been able to help himself. Although he knew that it probably shouldn’t bother him that much after all those years. And on most days it didn’t or at least that’s what he tried to tell himself. Yesterday had been different though. And now he was paying for it with an annoying headache.  The fact that it was almost midday and he was sitting inside the diner with his sunglasses on, still picking at the rest of his breakfast, probably should have made it obvious that he wasn’t that keen on having company but when someone still stopped next to his table, he only let out a sigh and glanced up without bothering to remove his sunglasses. Having lived in a small town like this his entire life, there were simply too many people who knew you. “What….?”

[aspennyarcher]

The one thing Aspen hated about her job was the lack of praise she got. Everyone simply assume it’s easy designing clothing and making them. Countless pins have maned her. Yet here she was, agreeing to do a custom gown. After working through the wee hours of the morning to midday, a carb filled meal was definitely her go to. As nothing could ever compare to pasta. 

As she walked into the diner, she took note of the regulars, the townies, and some unfamiliar faces. She’d lived in the town for ten years and yet she never truly ventured out. Glancing once more she noticed a few people dining alone. Something the woman would never do. She simply enjoyed her take-out and hulu too much. Besides, what was the point of eating out if you have no one to converse with. Moments later, a waitress arrived and handed Aspen the order. A kind thank you was given then she made her way out the door. 

Not even five minutes later, she made her return back inside the diner. She had seen one of the mechanics inside and slowly made her way to him. The con to living in town was that everyone knew everyone, or at least about them. “I’m sorry to bother you,” if she could have helped it, Aspen wouldn’t have approached him, but it was a drive back to her place and she desperately needed her bed. The sigh was understandable, but still rubbed her the wrong way. Afterall, he hadn’t even seen who was by. “my car- I know you’re obviously not working and enjoying your... breakfast,” noting with her eyebrows the interesting food choice he had made, it was nearly the afternoon. “It wont start, the screen says the battery is dead and I was curious if you could help? I’d pay you for your time obviously.” Aspen smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “I would do it, but my nails,” holding out her hand and wiggling her fingers trying to at least make him laugh since she was interrupting his brooding session.  “and it’s a german car so not as easy to change the battery as my old wrangler.”

[averymreeves]

who: open where: streets of downtown

    Dark eyes widened at the site before her, eager feet finally finding their destination and coming to halt before the empty store front. A hand extended to the glass as her mind began to wonder. This space was perfect, in the heart of town and with a sign up that it was for sale. While she wasn’t ready for this yet. She was ready to dream about it. It was until she pulled her hand back that she realized someone was also peering at this empty space. Her eyes shifted back to the building, debating if she should break the silence or leave them to their thoughts, but it has been months of living her and she has hardly gotten out or spoken to anyone. She was going to change that.. she had to. It was getting entirely too lonely in her apartment and only being able to FaceTime her cousin for company. It was nice and she loves her dearly, but it wasn’t like having some actual company.. “ Also daydreaming about a business to fill this place? “ The corner of her lips turned up slow into a smirk.

[aspennyarcher]

A space by Aspen’s boutique had opened up, hearing rumors that another boutique would open soon, she made her way to see. Noticing a red headed woman peering into the space. Could this be the other boutique owner? Aspen had hoped the space would be used for something interesting. Brick and mortar shops were a rare, everyone and their mother seemed to have an online shoppe. The red head’s voice caught Aspen’s attention. Aspen glanced at her, noting her beauty. “Oh definitely,” she answered as she looked back at the space. “ideally it would be something new to the town. I’d hate to see some tired old concept here.”

[sushigirlfriend]

women 😩🥵

[peterdoroshenko]

ann demeulemeester

[sunsetsoulart]

love this photo from the selkie ss23 show it looks like a fairy gathering 🧚‍♀️

[jensloaneishere]

open starter:@moorbrookestarters​

where: Outside, up the street from Riptide Gym

Jen looked down at her ringing phone and groaned before answering. She’d barely said ‘hello’ before the collector on the other end began reminding her exactly how overdue her electric was and that she only had another week to get it cleared up. It was a song and dance she was familiar with. “I’m putting the check in the mail as we speak. It’ll get to you day after tomorrow.” she said, and for the most part she was telling the truth. There were checks inside the envelopes she was shoving into the mailbox, however she had put the electric in the one addressed to the gas company, while the gas bill would go to the electric company. Usually, the fact that they received a check at all, even if it was wrong, was enough good faith to buy her another week or two. When she finally got the person on the other end to hang up, she braced herself against the nearest wall outside of some shop up the road from the gym and just sank down to take a few deep breaths. Fucking bills. Sometimes she thought she preferred deployment. Hearing someone approach, Jen didn’t bother looking up before she started talking. “If you’re here to rob me, you can fuck off.”

[aspennyarcher]

aspen was on her lunch, the fun part of owning her own boutique was that she could come and go as she pleased. typically, aspen would never eavesdrop, but the woman was up against her shop and seemed to be upset. slowly she made her way to the woman, realizing she was the gym owner. aspen herself had only been there a handful of times. jen hadn’t looked up nor acknowledged her before speaking. “Rob you?” aspen replied with a chuckle. “pretty sure you could easily take me if i even tried.” she teased as she joined jen on the ground. she didn’t know how to explain her presence or that she had heard the conversation. “you’re the gym owner right?” she asked even though she knew the answer. but the women looked like she has been through it.