Ashleigh Pitcher🪸🖤💜

ALT A mood board. Top row, left to right: an individual with long hair tied up in a messy bun sitting in a misty forest with their back to camera looking almost wistful, purple smoke, a couple obscured in the darkness of the surrounding forest the man has his arms around the smaller woman’s shoulders and stands at her back. Middle: a desk set up with dual monitors and laptop, hands with painted black nails holding a lit white candle, sunlight filtering through trees. Bottom: a cluster of purple flowers, a coiled black gold and brown snake, a bluebird with an orange chest standing atop a pointed birdhouse roof.

ALT A misty forest background. Text: It reared up on its back four legs and made this god awful hissing noise and all I could do was flinch back against a tree and close my eyes, silently apologizing to my family and… well, generally hating that this was going to be my last moment; sticky with sweat, out of breath, half paralyzed on the forest floor mid-chase from the damn witch hunters. I would die without answers… But the strike never came. Warmth rushed over the forest floor around me and the spider made another horrible screeching noise and I heard it burrowing back down into the ground. What. The. Shit. I cracked an eye open to find a tall, menacing man standing over me with his arms crossed a familiar glared aimed down at me— though it was a bit softer than it had been earlier in the week, and more so exasperated.

ALT Dark, moody, foreboding… Top row: a purple flower on a black background, a marble hall with tall majestic windows, dark stormy clouds. Middle row: the shadowy silhouette of someone with long blonde hair with words “Revenge & Hidden Identities”, a dagger laying atop a sheath with a bouquet of pale pink flowers sticking out of it, a blurry couple embracing. Last Row: a golden black snake body, a deep red square with the words “if I said I didn’t love him would you believe me?”, purple-pink dahlia(?) flowers on a black background.

ALT Top row: a woman with a bun sitting in a misty morning forest, purple smoke, a couple in an embrace. Middle row: a desk set up with dual monitors and a laptop on a sunny day with succulents next to the work area, hands with black painted nails holding a white lit candle, a forest on a misty day. Last row: little purple flowers, a coiled bronze snake, a blue bird.

ALT Dark, moody, foreboding… Top row: a purple flower on a black background, a marble hall with tall majestic windows, dark stormy clouds. Middle row: the shadowy silhouette of someone with long blonde hair with words “Revenge & Hidden Identities”, a dagger laying atop a sheath with a bouquet of pale pink flowers sticking out of it, a blurry couple embracing. Last Row: a golden black snake body, a deep red square with the words “if I said I didn’t love him would you believe me?”, purple-pink dahlia(?) flowers on a black background.

ALT Dark, moody fall vibes. First row across: a brunette female sitting with foggy trees in the background, a wolf howling at a full moon, and a cozy cottage settled back in the trees. Middle row: a figure walking into the woods, more woods, and a male figure walking into the foggy woods. Words are in each square reading: Run and Hide. Bottom Row: hands with black nails holding a white lit candle, crunchy fall leaves, a purple background with the words, “I was wrong about being ordinary. I was wrong to think him a villain. And I was wrong to believe the pretty faced hero.”

ALT Spooky forest background with multi-colored leaves on the ground. The text: We stood there for a moment, breathing against each other… until he pulled away, cupping my face. “You’re all right, bluebird?” I nodded, I just wanted to be back in his arms, and as soon as I did, he crushed me against him— which was fine because I needed to be closer to him. To feel the warmth of him and his breath and I needed to found those but I couldn’t focus past one or two because he was here. I was here. He was muttering but I couldn’t hear him. The relief was too loud. My heart was hammering the same note over and over. Home. Home. Home.

ALT Top row: a whiskey glass with amber liquid and a bottle vaguely in the background, a group of friends toasting their pint glasses of beer, a stack of full silver rings and in the corner is his signature: Jemes Middle Row: maroon background with words “you can’t rush a masterpiece”, someone cuddled up in blankets reading, a typewriter with miscellaneous things in front of it like: a notebook, glasses, cameras and pens. Bottom Row: paper in a typewriter with words “stories matter”, a cornflower blue with words “dedicated to drinking, words, his sister and his friends in that order”, and a stocked bar of colorful bottles all of different shapes and sizes.

ALT Dark and moody. Two left side pictures: a cabin tucked into the forest, trees with some sunlight filtering through a thick canopy. Bottom two: bare branches streaking across a full moon. Autumnal trees at sunset, so the forest is dark and moody. The top right: a raven flying over foggy pines. To the right is a text box: Twigs creaked and then cracked, freezing me in my tracks. I wasn’t scared of anything in these woods, I’d spent my whole life as just another creature of the forest… but I was wary of them. Especially since the woods had seemed unsettled lately… I reached out with my shadows, searching for a heartbeat or body heat. Even the worst creatures had a heartbeat.

ALT A golden aesthetic. Top row: a golden sparkly star on a golden background, an opulent room with a large fireplace and golden chandelier, a bunch of archery arrows facing to the left. Middle row: a yellow-gold gradient with grey words ‘Golden Boy’, a man in a suit standing with a city backdrop, golden pocket watches. Bottom Row: a lot of golden coins, a black to deep yellow/gold gradient with the words ‘Magic has no place here in my town, in this world.’ And a deep blue background with golden chess pieces, a queen facing down pawns.