#chocalafolie

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@chocalafolie || Astra & - Moonlit threads

The moon illuminated her figure as she sat in the small glade in the woods, Astra's face was tilted upwards, conversing with the celestial body in rapid french as her fingers flashed quickly and delicately in her lap, manipulating spidersilk threads into an intricate pattern. It wasn't often she felt bold enough to venture so far from her home, her deeply interwoven alarm system, but the full moon hanging in the sky was calling to her and basking in its glow was something she knew was well needed. She was mid sentence, when her speech suddenly halted, head whipping round and fingers freezing in place, mid-stitch, as she scanned the tree-line for whomever- or whatever, had made a noise. "'Allo? Qui est là?"

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rosie alimjan && dottie alimjan

“And anyway...um...” Rosie knows she’s not supposed to look at the cameras. That was something they taught her day one, before camera crews even begun following her and her sisters around. 

Sometimes, though, she still occasionally forgot.

“--I was thinking we could go into Sally’s Beauty and you could help me choose a new nail polish for girl’s night --” But as she turns to open the door to let Dottie inside first, she stares at the camera a minute too long, making the entire shot feel clunky and awkward. The director calls for a cut, and a ten minute break before they’d start again. Frustrated, Rosie sighs. “Dottie, I don’t know how you do this. You just make it seem so easy...do you have any, like...pointers? It’s just so hard to not look at the cameras sometimes...you know?”

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@chocalafolie || Gabs & Oliver - Of Bars And Brawls

The heiress is decked out in the tiniest sparkling purple dress she could squeeze her slender figure into, matching stiletto gladiator sandals with the strings criss-crossed all the way up to her thighs and carefully waved hair falling down her back and accessorised with glittering butterfly clips preventing her dark locks from falling into her face as she dances to the EDM remix of "Alcohol Free" that she'd requested ten minutes ago. RJ grabs her hand and they twirl on the dancefloor, laughing and enjoying themselves before her best friend pulls her in close and leans his lips close to her ear, notifying her of the fact that she seemed to have an admirer staring at her from across the room. A coy glance over her shoulder reveals the man to her, she's never met him before but she can sense that there's something... off about him that she couldn't put her finger on. However, he had to be of some status to be able to get into the exclusive bar they were in so she let her eyes linger for a moment more before turning back to her friend and continuing their dance. If he wanted to speak to her, he could approach her of his own volition.

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Asinastra Family Dinner || @mossxndmen @spcllcraft @chocalafolie

Coals burn hot and bright under the stove and Astra busies herself with adding herbs into a pot before stirring and tasting, then pinching other seasonings and stirring those in. There's a rosy flush to her cheeks and she's humming an old song as she works, her spirits high as she anticipates the evening ahead. Her Jacqueline was bringing someone round for dinner, someone whom she believed could perhaps be a potential beau of her daughters. "Jack" she calls to her beloved over her shoulder "'ave you feenished peeling zose vegetables, mon amour? Ze stew is ready for zem."

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dorothy alimjan && adelaide ortiz

Within the past weeks, Ada has seen an uptick in business at Nine Lives - the magical store where any adventurer can find nearly anything they need. Dozens of questions leave her on her feet all day - and the evenings bring the need for restocking and cleaning and picking up after the messy clientele. The wrong potion being carelessly tossed in the incorrect spot could be dangerous - what someone assumed was a healing tonic could be a poison, if they didn’t read the label carefully enough.

And most people didn’t care to take the time reading.

But the rain outside must have had adventurers seeking shelter in their homes or tents or busy taverns, and Ada was left to sit through the late summer storm seemingly alone. Nat The Cat is asleep on the counter in front of her. She decides to take the opportunity to rest and paint her nails. That is, until a bolt of lightning strikes outside. She can’t tell how far away it is, but the sound is too close for comfort. Ada knocks the polish over, and it spills across her fingers, her hands, and across the entire counter.

“Shit, shit...” The only equipment in reach is a single paper towel, which does nothing to clean up the sticky blood-red polish. Ada looks up to the woman who, of course, has decided to now approach her counter. “It’s not blood. It’s just polish. And I...” She scowls. “You’ll have to give me a minute to clean up if you’re trying to check out.”

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SIMON MUHN && GILBERT GLADSTONE

Having been a medium for most of his life, Simon held an intimate familiarity with odd sounds in the night. Sleeping through them is impossible, but he has since learned the difference between sounds that were true causes of concern and sounds that were nothing more than ghosts begging for his attention. Sleep hadn’t found him that particular night, as it so seldomly did - and a stirring at his door doesn’t raise immediate bells. With Han snoozing at his side, Simon does not even open an eye…not until the floorboards creak. He assumes Johanna - a nightmare about the monster at the end of the hall again - but the continuing footsteps are far heavier than the five-year-old.

The moment Gilbert speaks his name, Simon begins to draw himself away from his cocoon of blankets.

“Hold – hold on. Gilbert. Gilbert –” He rubs his eyes. “You have to slow down. What…what is going on? The moon? Why…why are you here?”

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[1stthings]

the front of a creased envelope, stamped with the drawing of a dove perched on a half moon. @chocalafolie.

𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒆,

      hey. i sent this to your grandma because, well, she might know where you are. it’s been years. isn’t it crazy to think about how much time has passed? i’ve been thinking about the past a lot lately. maybe that’s just a sign of my impending doom, 30 years old soon means incoming gray hairs and midlife crisis. i don’t make the rules.

      i know it’s probably really odd. a letter from me. a letter at all. the truth is, i don’t know how to talk to you anymore. and asking for your phone number from your grandma sounds like a death sentence to my reputation. well, the one i left behind anyway. so. how’ve you been? i heard you left the village. i don’t keep up with the news about you or anything but it’s kind of hard to miss. my auntie and the old ladies around there, they talk. i guess even when i was a kid they talked. i didn’t understand it at first, but i learned. there was a point that my summers were never the same thanks to you. maybe you know that’s not a compliment, but i’m trying to let those be bygones. 

      the point of this whole letter isn’t to drag up old shit. or even to stir up the pot with my rose colored glasses. the point is that everything is that the whole damn world is going crazy and no one is doing anything about it....

      in all these years, i’ve never tried to find you. but i’ve never forgotten you. and now there’s something i think only you can help me with. so if you don’t want to talk to me again after all that shit last time, i understand. but if there’s a chance we can stock pile it and do some mental gymnastics to put it aside and work together instead... i want to take that chance.

      if you’re up for it, meet me soon. i’ll leave my address on a seperate slip in the evelope. tell no one where i live. you can come any time. be there or be square. 

                                𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆,   𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂