march and spring's moodboard
the aesthetic i'm going for this spring is: cottagecore/princesscore, regency/rococo era, with a mix of the bridgerton aesthetic & marie antoinette aesthetic.
there were very .. many interest aspects about ashwick grey hadn’t considered — how much the place seemed to be cozy , though still kind of suspicious ( to no one but himself , as per usual ) . almost feels bad for the girl in front of him , seemingly wishing for a spot to sit. he’s not a monster — she can sit , as long as she’s not going to kill him or anything. it’s an easy enough task and his good deed for the next ten years if anything else. eyebrows raise ever so slightly at the baked goods. bake sale? probably , though he’d never seen one in real life that wasn’t advertised on a flyer. didn’t think they were real. seemed relieved at the fact that he offered. good deed done. "depends , what’d you do to ‘em?“ sarcastic tone , though still weary.
She tilted her head to the side and gave the boy a playful expression as to say Really? “Something horrific. I baked ‘em in the over at 350° and then covered them in frosting small star shaped sprinkles. Awful isn’t it?” The cheeky brunette scooted forward in her chair before using the scrunchie on her arm to quickly tie her hair up into a bun. “But if that’s too much for you to handle I totally get it.” There was a small smirk at the end of her words. This was probably one of the first times she’d had someone be a bit cagey about her food. Most people would usually just be excited at the fact that she was offering them a free desert.
Alexander usually shifted into the form of a cat when he walked around crowded places or even when he would have to steal for him and Charlie to survive, and while he’d run into trouble before, he’d never had someone so persistent to find him. That is, not someone he didn’t steal from.
When the girl called after him, he let out a little huff already annoyed by the other. “No. I didn’t.” He grumbled even as she’d finally caught up with him and they were walking side by side now. “Why do you care?” He asked before really thinking about it, curiosity getting the better of him, unsure of why anyone would waste their time like this.
“Oh..” Aurora responded, disappointed that this strange cat had now somehow disappeared. She momentarily looked over her shoulder at the alley once more as if something would happen or appear out of thin air before turning her attention back to Alexander again. Her eyebrows furrowed a little at his tone. Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Aurora did talk a lot that was no secret, unfortunately at times the girl could be a tad bit unaware of just how much she actually did. “Are you always this grumpy?” She asked only half teasing, right brow now slightly arched. Her shoulders shrugged. She wasn’t even fully sure why she cared so much. “I dunno it was just weird. It seemed to have just disappeared into thin air.”
As the other continued talking to him like he was some stray kitten, Alexander just continued his walk home, despite her efforts to get him to stay. Although he’d be lying if he said this wasn’t how he’d stolen food in the past- getting people to try to feed the poor cat lost and all alone. He didn’t need to steal in Ashwick though.
He wasn’t sure if she was following him or not, but he quickly moved into a little alley way to change back into his human form, stepping out and hoping she wasn’t there anymore and didn’t see him shift. However, he almost ran right into her as he walked out. He looked her over, seeing she still had a sandwich in her hand, and he wanted to roll his eyes at her. “Watch it, yeah?” He let out a little huff before turning to continue his walk home.
She watched as the animal trotted right by her. Weird. It almost didn’t seem to have a reaction at all. Slinging her backpack strap over her shoulder she followed the cat towards what seemed to be an alley way and watched it disappear into the darkness. Just as she had caught up to it she suddenly found herself face to face with a man. Her brows knitted together in confusion. “Sorry..” She mumbled. As he walked past her Aurora peered into the alley looking for the cat but it was nowhere to be found. That was strange. Ro wasn’t sure what was going on but a weird feeling began to form in her stomach. She then turned her head towards the person she’d seen seconds before. “Wait!” She called after the stranger speed walking to catch up to them, her brown curls bouncing with every stride. “Hey, did you see a small black cat go into that alley?” If you’d asked her why she even cared about this Aurora wouldn’t have had an answer. She felt drawn to this town for a reason and it seemed the longer she was here the more unusual things would get.
“What keeps me up is wondering about elephants as the size of a house cat and a house cat as the size of an elephant,” Solara responded almost non-chalantly as those were perfectly normal things to think about. “An elephant as a… pet. Would they even be litter trained? Well, they wouldn’t really have… the feet for that, would they? So we’d have to walk them as dogs, I think?” She questioned with interest piqued, finding herself utterly fascinated at the idea. “Now I gotta paint that. Shit.” Smacking her lips together, she turned to face the other woman, realizing she had gotten into the zone. “Anyway, uh. Hi,” she greeted with a small, awkward wave. “I think your phone would have to be a Nokia to knock me out and that sadly does not look like one…”
“Oh.” She replied raising her eyebrows with a nod. “I think a cat sized elephant would be pretty cute. I always wanted one when I was a kid, Babar was my favorite cartoon.” She pushed her lips to the left corner of her mouth lost in thought. “Yeah I feel like we’d probably have to walk them like dogs..But couldn’t they take the leash away? Y’know, with their trunks or something? And they can be pretty feisty so it’d probably be a lot harder than walking a dog.” Hearing Solara mention paint, Aurora’s eyes lit up. “You’re a painter too?!” She giggled. “Uh, yeah..It’s a Samsung. Have you tried melatonin though? I hear it’s a lot less painful.”
As the girl in front of her jumped Charlie took her own little step back, eyeing her warily–and more critically. She looked a damn mess… “A walk.” Charlie echoed, obviously skeptical and not buying it for a second. “Almost eleven.” She replied, hesitating herself for a second before finally unwrapping her fingers from her lighter/weapon and pulling her hand out of her pocket altogether as she let out a breath. “So you went on a walk late at night and you didn’t bring your phone. Sure.” Another wondering popped in her head then, and Charlie frowned as she looked the girl over again before looking behind her, eyeing their surrounding skeptically. “Someone didn’t… do something to you or some shit..did they?”
"Yeah." Aurora mumbled feeling incredibly stupid. Out of all of the awkward moments she'd ever experienced in her life, this definitely made the top 5. 11PM? She nodded her head silently while the gears in her brain began to turn. A million questions had popped into her head and like usual she didn't have a single answer. Seeing Charlie look behind her Aurora turned her head and did the same. Her energy felt uneasy. Off balance. She was completely out of her element. With furrowed brows Ro's eyes met Charlie's eyes once more. Her stomach dropped at the thought. "What? No, no, I'm fine..-" She hesitated before deciding to come clean..ish. "I was sleepwalking." The tips of her fingers went up into her curls, she awkwardly scratched the back of her head. "Its a stupid habit I've had since I was a kid and-" Aurora gestured to herself and her pajamas. "I guess it's been getting worse lately." Not entirely the truth but also not entirely a lie either.
Aurora let out a groan and sat up as she was beginning to regain consciousness. The curly haired brunette who was expecting to wake up on her comfy mattress wrapped up in her bunchy duvet had woken up on damp soil and grass instead. “UGH Are you kidding?!” She exclaimed her herself. “Not again.” Aurora let out a frustrated sigh and looked down at her feet. Much to her dismay, her fluffy bunny slippers were now slightly stained with dirt, and her pajamas stained with grass. “Aw man, these are my favorites.” She groaned. Aurora shot up once she took in her surroundings. She was was in a public place however there weren’t many people outside. What time is it? She didn’t know and she didn’t care. Ro was just thankful it wasn’t crowded tonight. Her brain was too foggy to come up with a logical explanation about how this had all happened. With one last sigh, Aurora trudged down the sidewalk and began her journey home.
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Charlie didn’t mind being the last one out of the bakery she worked at. She actually liked closing since it usually left her alone and in silence and she didn’t have to worry about pretending she didn’t hate most people. It was almost eleven at night when she was finally done and walking home, her fingers wrapped around the lighter in her pocket that she kept on her person at all times just in case. Everything was going without a hitch too until she turned a corner and saw someone in the distance walking towards her. Her fingers tightened a bit around the lighter and her eyes narrowed slightly, always ready…–but then her steeled expression turned to one of confusion and then…..almost (almost) concern as she caught sight of the woman under a streetlamp. She looked…dirty. Disheveled and confused and…were those bunny slipped? What the hell? “H-Hey uh…you alright?” She called out, stopping about a yard or so away from the other, not even sure if the girl realized she wasn’t alone on the sidewalk anymore given how slightly out of it she appeared. The fuck happened to her?
Sqiush, squish, squish, squish. She winced at the wet feeling of her slippers as they hit the concrete below her. Her sleepwalking had gotten worse since she moved. It was strange, she felt like she was in the right place but she was running out of explanations as to why these odd occurrences were happening. The nightmares, the sleepwalking, her drawings...She definitely needed to talk to her grandma. But not right now, not at this time of night...At least she guessed it was night. Upon hearing someone call out to her Aurora let out a gasp and jumped. Completely wrapped up in her own thoughts she didn't even realize that she'd been seen by someone else. Shit. "Uh, yeah I'm fine!" She forced a smile onto her face trying to look as normal as possible. "I'm just um-on a walk y'know? I couldn't sleep." Ro began to fiddle with her fingers, a nervous habit for whenever she would mentally debate if she should do something or not. Fuck it. She already looked ridiculous. "Um..Do you know what time it is by the way? I left my phone at home."
Alexander was headed home from work that night but there seemed to be a decent amount of people still out and about in town. He didn’t like being around too many people so he often shifted into a bombay cat as he made his way home because he was small enough to slip through crowds and people usually left him alone, considering people often thought black cats were bad luck anyway.
Though this time someone didn’t seem to care and before he knew it they were kneeling to speak to him. He tried his best to ignore her but he knew if she persisted he’d have to shift back into his human form, something he didn’t necessarily want to do in front of anyone, even though everyone in town seemed open with who and what they were.
Her lower lip stuck out in a pout at the cuteness of the cat. It seemed oddly calm, but then again this was a cat they were talking about. Few of her friends back home had cats as pets but she did recall most of the ones she'd met were pretty mellow. Maybe with this one it was the same. "Are you lost?" She reached a hand out and softly pet the top of the cats head. "Hm..I don't see a collar." It could have just been a stray cat. Her hands went to her shoulders so she could take off her backpack and unzip it digging around into it until she found what she wanted. Pens, nope. Hair scrunchies, nope. Phone charger, nope. A few seconds later she found what she needed and pulled it out. It was a small plastic container with a pink lid that contained a half eaten turkey sandwich. Amara unwrapped her lunch from the plastic foil and tore off a small piece. Did cats even like turkey sandwiches? She'd soon find out. "You want some?" She asked holding it out to the cat.
LOCATION , mocha valley. it isn’t unusual to find grey by himself — it’s a natural state at this point , with the fact that he knows barely anyone in ashwick not making his circumstances any better. it’s hard to do , be out and open in the public and not squaring away in solitude like they wants to. that’s how he finds himself in mocha valley. not a coffee drinker by any means , but he’ll take a water any day. watching the people out the window , mostly creating his own stories for them that may not be true is a new game he’s come up with ( though probably not original ) . it isn’t until he feels a presence near him , causing him to come back to reality. “you can sit , you know.” not like he needs the whole table to himself. it’s them , their cracked iphone and their beloved backpack that’s taking up space. room for others is welcome , even if grey doesn’t want to admit it. “i’m not gonna bite you.” ( @ashwickstarters )
"Why do I always do this to myself?" Aurora muttered looking down at the plastic container in her hand filled with desserts. She'd recently gotten an influx of students in her art classes and it was nice to teach more kids but it was also a bit stressful, hence the dozen cupcakes she was currently holding. And this was just leftover from the bunch she'd offered her students. She strolled over to a table but stopped when she saw it was occupied. Maybe there was somewhere else she could sit? Just as Aurora was about to turn away she heard the stranger address her. "Oh." Her lips stretched out into a small smile. "Sure.." She set the container on the table and the bag by her chair. "Speaking of biting things." Aurora slid the cupcakes over to him mentally praying he would take one. "You want one?"
Aurora let out a groan and sat up as she was beginning to regain consciousness. The curly haired brunette who was expecting to wake up on her comfy mattress wrapped up in her bunchy duvet had woken up on damp soil and grass instead. "UGH Are you kidding?!" She exclaimed her herself. "Not again." Aurora let out a frustrated sigh and looked down at her feet. Much to her dismay, her fluffy bunny slippers were now slightly stained with dirt, and her pajamas stained with grass. "Aw man, these are my favorites." She groaned. Aurora shot up once she took in her surroundings. She was was in a public place however there weren't many people outside. What time is it? She didn't know and she didn't care. Ro was just thankful it wasn't crowded tonight. Her brain was too foggy to come up with a logical explanation about how this had all happened. With one last sigh, Aurora trudged down the sidewalk and began her journey home.
It had been a pretty chill day for Ro so far. Her boss had given her day off of work and she decided to spend it doing exactly what you'd guess she would do. Absolutely nothing. Aurora liked her job but between moving and this unexplainable energy she couldn't seem to shake, everything felt like it was travelling at the speed of light. Aurora need one day where she could just be still and collect her thoughts. But instead of doing so, she found herself absolutely enamored with the black cat she spotted in the corner of her eye. She stopped in her tracks and immediately inched closer to the smaller animal kneeling down beside it. "Awww! Hey little guy!"
jessica sula ; cis female ; she/her ; bubbly by colbie caillat) hey, look! isn’t that aurora brown? the 23 year old banshee is known to be benevolent and naive. they’ve been in town for one month and always remind me of curly brown hair, low cut converse, cuffed jeans. let’s hope they survive what’s to come
Hey Yall! I’m Mint and here are some facts about my lil munckin Aurora!
-So Rora is a banshee...she just doesn’t know it yet.
-It all started a year ago in her old town she became almost obsessed with drawing the face of a man she’d never seen before. For about a week she found herself dreaming of him and sketching him obsessively and couldn’t figure out why she couldn’t get whoever this was out of her head. Her dreams became so vidid she began to have trouble differentiating them from reality. One night before she went to bed Aurora took a look in the mirror and saw the man standing there instead of her own reflection. There was a horrible unfamiliar feeling in the pit of her stomach, she dropped to her knees and let out an earth shattering scream. Two days later she turned on the news and the man she’d seen had been reported missing. She wasn’t sure how but Aurora was positive he was dead.
-Her grandmother is a banshee and the gene skipped a generation. Aurora’s grandmother hasn’t fully told her about the supernatural world because she isn’t sure if Aurora is ready to handle everything that comes with it. Aurora’s parents are unaware of the supernatural world as well.
-Aurora has had some clairvoyant experiences and unexplainable predictions in her dreams regarding death that she’s kept to herself. The only person who she feels safe talking to about these things is her grandmother. She’s also the only person who’s able to calm Aurora down.
-She moved to Ashwick Valley because she felt drawn to the town. The closer she is to waking up to her supernatural abilities the more curious she finds herself about Ashwick
-Aurora loves art and drawing but she’s found while she lets her mind wander her drawings are a bit more disturbing than usual. Some she doesn’t even remember creating. Her being a banshee is beginning to seep into her artistic skills and she’s not sure what this means.
-Aside from art she LOVES baking and she definitely stress bakes so if you’re hungry and Aurora is stressed out you’ll be eating good that day
-She’s the type of friend to make you cupcakes when you’re sad, or tea as if that will fix whatever the problem is lol
I’m going to be making more edits and adding more to her bio but this is it for now! If you’d like to plot feel free to like this post or shoot me a message! :)
hair tied back in a messy bun, flecks of paint all over her oversized sweater and garfield pajamas pants, a mis-matched pair of socks with white fluffy slippers, suffice to say, solara was the definition of disheveled. growing desperate, she went for a walk to clear her mind which was an impossible task. not even thinking about where she was going or even the way she looked, she just strolled her way through town with its inhabitants turning their attention toward the clash of colors. “hey you,” solara greeted the other person as if they were her best friend, trying to blink the tiredness away. “if you can find a frying pan in this friggin’ wonderful world we call outside, i’d totally pay you to knock me out. i’ve been up for uuuuhhhh…” furrowing her eyebrows, she tried to think back to the last time she had slept. “seventy seven… hours. i think. maybe it’s been eighty.. ish? god i don’t even know. time is like… a fleeting concept or whatever.”
The sun was shining, the weather was beautiful and Rhythm of Love by The Plain White T’s had just popped up on her playlist. Aurora really couldn’t complain, today was a great day. She still hadn’t gotten to know many people or any people from town as of yet, but kept telling herself she’d push herself out of her comfort zone eventually to make new friends...It just wasn’t eventually yet. A “Hmm?” left her lips after hearing someone call out to her. She took an earbud out and turned around to see another woman standing behind her. “I don’t have a frying pan on me..Sorry..But maybe my phone would suffice? I have an android, she’s pretty sturdy.” She joked. “Seriously though, you should get some rest. What’s been keeping you up?”
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