#CHAPI

[nanakathana]

I can't believe it!!!

[nakoayas]

Top Musumeyakus Manaki Reika and Misaki Rion in their joint photobook Deux Princesses (2016)

Scanned from my personal collection.

[artstationable]

Bastien Chapitaux

Environment Concept Artist - Open For Work

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[infinitelytheheartexpands]

✨obsessed✨

[skeyfruit]

Baby Chopper. He plays with an alien rubik's cube <3

Although we don't know his character, I think he is well versed in technology and resourceful, softer than Celtic and more stable emotionally

We talk about him too little

[fidjiefidjie]

😉 Ça c'était avant ! 🫠

Les séries en .... 60s 70s 📺

👋 Bel après-midi

[sleeping-diary-the-fic]

Sleeping diary (a pink aftermare story)

Chapter 10: A flantastic plan all around.

First Previous

Berlingot woke up with an idea he couldn’t ignore.

He tried but it kept rolling around in his mind, making other thoughts muddy and sticky.

He had to try again!

The guardian was well aware how disastrous the last attempt had been… and the fact villagers wanted nothing to do with him usually…but.

He chatted with Orchid for a while, the other said “he had visit today” but stayed pretty cagey about what exactly happened. While the endeavor felt mildly frustrating, it was great the guy finally had some company he guessed.

It must have tire him however as he seemed even less verbose than usual, he should leave him time to rest for now.

Meaning it was the perfect day to make a new attempt!

His plan was all figured out and Marianne was bound to leave very soon. It will work this time!

Speaking of the devil…

“Ber’, you saw my other boot? I cannot find it…”

Berlingot rolled his eye lights and merely pointed up, where the long fur-lined shoe dangled from a branch.

His brother simply hummed, seemingly unsurprised by the predicament, before jumping to catch it and finished tidying up his outfit with swift and elegant movements.

If only the villagers knew how much mess there was behind his brother’s delicate appearance…

A few wrappers tumbled down from a pocket only half closed.

And how much candy.

The guardian sighed as the other started to walk away, before running right back to bonk him on the head.

“See you later, Berly!”

And then only, Marianne dashed out of view, humming and sing-singing on his way.

Hm, “Berly” and “Ber’”. A smile stretched on his face.

He heard worse nicknames than those.

The wind played with his pants ribbons for a few minutes more before Berlingot decided it was plan time.

And thus, he grabbed the supply bags and made lists of what to prepare for later. He won’t start to decorate before securing guests this time! Not that he wasn’t confident in the positive result of this plan!

…

Couldn’t hurt to have a fail-safe.

The deed was fast, he only had to modify some of his old lists to accommodate what he currently had access to. He, however, redesigned the invitations fully. They still bore his old name and he had better ideas now as well! 

Cutting, taping, sticking, doodling, writing and all of that, with an upbeat tune of nonsense swimming between his thoughts. 

How long since last time he played with his stationery tools? The result was rarely extraordinary but he always found enjoyment in this imperfect creation process. 

Once that was out of the way, he rummaged once more in the big bag to find a small satchel to put the papers in. It was a very simple one, black with a white clasp. They never got around to decorate it more but it would do the job.

It was now time to go.

He carefully placed his shawl in the bag, guessing it would be impractical to keep while trudging around the town, and glanced at the tree once last time.

He won’t be gone for long.

In a last minute decision, he slipped his diary in the satchel and started walking toward his objective with dynamic strides.

The hill was not that big but he took his sweet time to walk down, dodging wild flowers and stopping at any unidentified noise. He clutched his bag against his chest once he reached the line of trees separating the hills from the outskirts of the village.

Thing he has not done since what seemed like forever.

The sun is high with only a few clouds to hide it briefly once in a while and it shined on the windows of the first houses. Those are usually empty, not many wishing to live that close to them, but they were used a few times for events or to keep…wounded people in the same place.

A flutter of fabric around a neck and a muffled cry of pain scratched the back of his mind.

Ignore it, it was an accident.

Berlingot carefully advanced between the walls turned greenish by plants climbing on it.

Hands prying, pulling on something he couldn’t let go of, wouldn’t.

Ignore it! He said it was fine.

Unbeknownst to him, he stopped at an old broken window, the glass still sharp despite the years passing.

Laughter turning to silence and a silent inquiry.

Ignore it, he didn’t want to…

The guardian ran his finger against the glass edges and peeked inside. An empty room, full of dust. He mentally traced the old furniture there was before. Not many but enough to feel cozy, a few seats, a makeshift table and some candles. Snacks and cards in a corner for longer nights.

The next moment he was inside without really remembering moving.

The dust lifted in small clouds with each of his steps and the creaks coming along seemed as loud as thunder. 

His eyes fall on another dusty shard of glass. It felt dustier than the rest, with small stains of pale yellow glistening under a lone ray of sunshine.

A feeling builded up inside him, pushing sludge in his limbs and gravity slowly increased, trying to swallow him whole.

Cries of anger, clumsy steps in the grass, the painful darkness of the ground.

Nightmare ran out of the house, fingers dirty and thoughts tangled.

The sun is red for the night to come…

The sun was still up and bright, sky blue splotched by white clouds.

Nightmare takes a big inspiration, legs shaky of the run to come.

Berlingot exhaled, focusing on the feeling of his magic rushing out to swirl anew. 

His hand took a hold of the wooden sash of the window and he squeezed it hard for a moment.

The guardian walked away towards the center of the village, silent. His pace, regular and stiff, kept him going forward until he reached the inhabited part, leaving behind the memory to rot behind.

This was not on today's schedule!

And thus, it was left behind…

The square was busy and brimming with life, children chasing after a dog, pie-sellers selling pies, the never-happy complaining and happy-go-lucky laughing back at them… 

Nervous but determined, he approached a group of adults he deemed young enough, hands clutching on the invitations. 

Gathering his courage, he announced his arrival by whistling a short note.

“Hey, hello, how are we doing on this fine day?”

The group of 5 turned their attention towards him, staring.

“If you’re interested, I’m trying to host a small event back at the tree tonight,” Berlingot continued, trying very hard to ignore the awkward silence.

One of them, a lean man with long tangled hair, took the paper he was holding out and briefly scanned it.

Hope went up in his chest, raw and hot. Maybe, it really was the day! 

The group gathered around the thing, pointing and smiling, and Berlingot only realized what was happening exactly when the first harsh laugh tumbled out of the pack of hyenas. 

“What are you, 5?” exclaimed a small mouse, fur covered in dirt and blue eyes piercing.

“Who the fuck even is Berlingot?” added a woman as wide as she was tall, meaning not very.

Before Berlingot got around to explaining this particular tid-bit (how did he forget most were still unaware of that?), the comments continued to flood in.

“If you think anyone would come to ya thin’ when a nightmare is the organizer, who’d wan’ to sleep next ta that?” threw a green hog, a malicious smile distorted his face into a cruel thing.

He barely registered the tears trailing down his cheeks before they were wetting his collar.

The last person of the group walked towards him, making him take a step back by reflex. They towered above him, keeping him in place by a steel gaze.

“Scram.”

And scramming he did, running until the laughter couldn’t reach him anymore, until he found a place privy of people who could jest about what felt important to him.

Then he slumped down in a lone alley, behind a bakery, with a trashcan and a damaged flower pot as neighbors.

Calming down didn’t take that long but a deep fatigue now clogged to his bones like a heavy blanket.

Another failure.

While he could have given it another try, the energy and will lost him… and his invitations scattered in his flee.

So he leaned back against the brick wall, sighing, and he did the only thing he could think of right now that could brighten his mood.

He got out his diary and his usual pen and started writing.

End of chapter 10! Go to chapter 11?

Dreamtale belongs to @/jokublog Berlingot and Orchid belong to me Marianne belongs to @yuriyuruandyuraart <3

@dragon-tamer-1 @shinechermont

[mad-c1oud]

I think writing that much after my break killed me because im genuinely ill like I am bed ridden rn

AND ID DO IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! IN A HEARTBEAT

[alextrbl]

Bff 💕

[drownedinlavender]

Uwa, starting a new semester in like 4 days, probably not gonna be able to write properly for a hot second 😮‍💨

[louderfade]

Les Onix was a French television show directed by Claude Vajda and produced by Roger Stéphane.

This puppet show was made in France in the 1970s and is very cool. You can watch the episodes on youtube. But the soundtrack is so creative; I can't stop listening to it.

François De Roubaix was something of an musical genius it seems. I am mostly familiar with him through his work on Chapi Chapo, which is brilliant and also worth checking out.

[svartikotturinn]

I used to watch glimpses of Chapi Chapo on the TV set back in my kindergarten, and wasn’t particularly taken by it, but I like this episode. Still, a somewhat nostalgic mood brought me to this episode, and I kind-of like it.

As an autistic person, my first thought was that it feels like a metaphor for autistic child trying to engage with the playtime of others and misreading the room. It is encouraging that ultimately the message is that they might not understand the current dynamic and are prone to disrupting it, but can ultimately wind up enriching it if given the leeway to do so.

What a wonderful message for kids.

[taboo-delusion]

Ohhhh... I thought that was a personal-choice-type problem.

the worst part about ocd and ocd-like tendencies is that you think hyper-analyzing your thoughts and constantly psychoanalyzing yourself will fix you but that's actually part of the disorder. it's the disorder. disordering.

[tienganhtaiphi]

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[oregano-gremlin]

creating a zhongchi/tartali discord server!

14+, no heavy nsfw please!

[lesser-known-composers]

Ruperto Chapi - Las Hijas del Zebedeo - Carceleras ·

Elīna Garanča · Staatskapelle Dresden · Fabio Luisi