#joujou

[joujou17]

my first attempt at animation (sort of), something... something came off, i guess

[majestativa]

Twenty something years later.

[80sfashionfan]

JouJou 1988 Ad

[foxofsnow]

Some fanart of my beloved @quirkpuppy OC, JouJou. I hope I did them justice <3

[mote-historie]

Joujou (Germaine Joumard, Germaine-Paule Joumard), Création J. Suzanne Talbot. Les Haies - Une élégante robe de velours chiffon dont la jupe s'étage de volants de Venise (An elegant chiffon dress whose skirt is layered with Venetian ruffles). Très Parisien, 1925.

[the-doll-house-gallery]

Redrew an old OC of mine.

[photomatt]

[outterridge]

something meaty for the main course;

New Orleans

December 1st

Dona rolled on her back, yawning and stretching out in bed. She winced, immediately gasping for air when the unconscious movement ached her healing muscles. That was all it took, barely louder than a sigh-

“Are you in pain?” She seemed to materialise at the end of her bed, her chocolate gaze immediately sweeping over Dona’s form. Fafane wasn’t part of the London coven, but she was known to be one of the best Healers in New Orleans, so Taitu had called in a favour. 

Dona shook her head, rubbing her eyes. “I just twisted the wrong way,” She said, and tried to hide her wince as she pushed herself up to sit, “I’d love to help today, though. Mambo said when-”

“When you’re at full strength, ti sè, you’ll need all the energy you have for your ascension,” Fafane offered a kind smile when Dona looked disappointed. The voodoo practitioner walked to the side table and twisted her fingers over the pillar candles. They lit immediately, and the scents of sage and lavender immediately wafted through the air. Dona made to protest, having been through at least a few days of this already, but Fafane simply raised a brow, and Dona quietened. “You have use, little sister, but for now, you need to rest.”

The spell that was laid out on the side table had immediate effect: The second Dona’s head laid on the pillow, she fell back asleep.

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Joulie was sat cross-legged, her elbows on her knees, chin resting in her fists. She sighed heavily, looking across at Boy LII while he slept. Jou pouted, then leaned over to shove his shoulder, “Lee,” She whispered, then shook him again, a little louder: “Lee! C’mon, I wanna get breakfast. Real breakfast, not baked beans. Come on... Powdered sugar... Syrup... Buttery pastry...”

Jou continued rattling off mouthwatering ingredients until Lee turned around to look at her, and her face split into a grin. 

@nola-lee