#berlingot’s asks

[berlingotesque]

YOOOO, WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOUR SAMMY AND NORMAN DESIGNS, THEY'RE SO COOL!!! THEY'RE SO SILLY AND I FREAK OUT WHEN I SEE YOUR NORMMY ART HYKDFKHDKH

ZHGSVZGH THANK YOU SO MUCH !! THEY DO ARE SILLY TOGETHER

[bluepallilworld]

I have a question!’

Did your berlingot go through similar problems that original Nightmare went through? Or is it a completely different story line

I'd say similar enough ^^

He went through bullying and the whole villagers being dumb thing but with some differences:

in this story, the villagers are not that interested by the apples... It's not that they don't feel any pull to them but they grew to think anyone who'd succomb to the pull are "weak" and it's the biggest shame ever. Elders would sneer at any who'd talk about the idea of using an apple for anything (even healing a dying close-one) and call them weak scaredies. Young ones have a kind of bet on who would be the loser and they made of things the loser would have to do, it's getting longer and longer... So yeah no, even desperate souls think twice about the idea-

another difference is simply Berlingot's character. He very desperately want to be friends with the villagers and went often into the village when he was a kid. Villagers found many reasons to hate him: his name (that's part why he decided to go by Berlingot, more friendly), like with og his role and duty is not well seen but it is not their main argument (they claim), his clumsiness (he tried to help a lot but some results were, if I dare to say, tragic), the fact he's always he's always trying to drag people to his "slumber parties" at the tree (which they see as a temptation like guy why do you want us to sit under the forbidden tree???) and he's kinda awkward socially?

the bullying there is less violent and more subtile: he's ignored, he's glared at just at the right timing for him but not long enough to have a window to comment on it, they talk on his back a bit too loudly to not be heard, they lie to him about lil' stuff, they turn into ridicule his favorite colors and sings awful songs on him that doesn't cite his name etc

but they never hit him, they never push him and they never leave a trace

because they know, Marianne (pink!Dream that belongs to @yuriyuruandyuraart )(what I say about Marianne is only canon to my story ;3) would straight up murder them

and the village relies too much on Marianne's help to function so bad idea

on the bean side, Berlingot is a bit naive and optimistic and thinks he can be friends with the villagers no problem. He also sadly sometimes thinks some stuff is deserved because of past errors for example. He has a thing for twisting bad actions into well-meaning endeavors and it has pros and cons. I may have actually accidentally given the over-enthusiastic bean a slight touch of depression...

I dunno if I'll dwell as deep as I'd like during the storyline of @sleeping-diary-the-fic (warning: ship fic) so it was nice to talk about it

also in a particularly bad timeline, pipeline would have a chance to encounter the usual corruption ending (milshake ending dududu)

[sleeping-diary-the-fic]

Sleeping diary (a pink aftermare story)

Chapter 4: What a discoberry!

First Previous

Berlingot stared at his notebook. Stared at the words. 

“Who are you?”

Three words.

That shouldn't be here. And that was giving him what seemed very close to an existential crisis. 

How dared a weird notebook make him feel like that? What was up with it anyways? He let his fingers trail against the wood, focusing on the texture to calm his nerves. 

There.

He was holding a notebook that for some reason answered him. Now, theories.

1-He was dreaming.

2-The notebook is sentient.

3-Someone is talking to him through his notebook somehow?

4- Fancier Magic notebook ever

Berlingot sighed and leaned back, forgetting to keep a hold on the book which unbeknownst to him was inexorably sliding down.

He barely managed to grab it when it ended up falling and he had an even worse balancing back on the branch after the stunt. 

The guardian was now fully upside-down, his legs around the branch the only thing keeping him from crashing down… On top of his sleeping brother who somehow rolled in his sleep to be right under him.

An instant passed as Berlingot stared down.

At Dream snoozling soundly, draped in a comfy looking pastel blue and pink blanket. 

Should he tell him about the notebook? He didn't keep a lot of things from his twin… What would Drea- Marianne think about this? 

He'd want to play with the "haunted" book too, he bet! Berlingot chuckled at the thought of him chasing him down the hill for it (maybe he'd throw a boot or two to slow him down) but…

His arms tightened around the diary.

…

He clumsily righted himself back on his branch.

Maybe he could keep it a secret for at least a while? It was HIS gift after all.

Now more confident about his decision, he carefully rolled around to lie with the diary in front of him.

He should answer that, shouldn't he?

The apple spirit sighed deeply before grabbing once again his trusty pen and wrote what he decided was his name despite his shaking hands and his wildly swooshing internal energy.

"Berlingot."

And then, because it was only polite to ask as well, he added "and you?" right under it.

Now, he just had to wait for an answer.

His feet were kicking in the air. He wrote his name! Like it was always his! 

In his euphoria, he stopped watching over the page for new words.

But when he finally calmed down, nothing.

The page was still empty?

Why? No, come back! Please, he needed that! 

Berlingot could feel his eye sockets getting slightly damp and tried to keep the panic down.

He scribbled some other words.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to! I just wanted to have something to call you, you know?”

Yes! Maybe, it was shy ? Maybe it didn't have a name and it was embarrassed, that was all! It? They? He? She? 

He had so many questions.

Stars continued to twinkle over him and wind continued to ruffle the leaves around him while he waited impatiently.

There!

The pink words!!!

There were back!!!!

"You may call me Orchid then."

Orchid? Like the flower? He read about this one once, never encountered once.

It was a pretty name.

Now! Questions!

"Ok Orchid! Nice to meet you! Do you mind if I ask you something I was wondering about?"

"Not at all, as long as you answer my own questions, Berlingot."

A squeal escaped him before he could hold it in at being referred to with his (newish) name by whatever/whoever this was.

He quickly glanced down to the floor, suddenly anxious, but the soft breathing down there didn’t change.

Focus.

The questions.

He went back to writing with gusto.

"Let’s take turns asking ! What are you ?"

Ok, maybe that was a bit clumsily asked but he really wanted to know.

"I’m someone. Are you asking for my specie ?"

Before he could ever consider writing something back, Orchid added something else.

"Are you alive ?"

It confused him for a second before he furiously scrambled his answer, bold streaks of purple against white paper.

"YES, OF COURSE I’M ALIVE. What kind of question is that ?"

"I had to make sure, in case. I assume you wouldn’t know how this happened ?"

"I thought you’d know since you’re in my diary…"

"A diary, uh ? I have a few theories but nothing conclusive yet. Where are you ? As in the place."

"Hey, it was my turn !"

"Gotta be faster, kid. "

"I am not a kid!"

"You sure do sound like one."

"YOU’RE THE KID!!!"

"Sure, kiddo."

"I’m an adult-"

"I’ll leave you the benefit of the doubt for now."

"..."

Was this stranger trying to annoy him? Berlingot was just going to ignore that for now.

"So what are your questions so you can answer mine after?"

"Oh uh. Do you like pajama parties ? I’m at the tree of feelings."

"… I used to at least. We did a lot when we were younger. A tree ? I never heard of that one ? What kind of tree are we talking about ?"

"We ? An apple tree. It’s weird you never heard of it. You’re not from around, are you ?"

"You could say that. Oh forget about that, it’s in the past. What kind of apple tree ? I never saw one but I know they make nice flowers. Maybe you could sketch me one ?"

"Oh. It’s a unique kind of apple tree. Trust me I searched in various plant books and I didn’t find anything similar. I don’t draw well, I’m not sure that would help..."

"Could you maybe describe a flower for me ?"

"Let me give it a try.”

He stared at a flower not far over his head and started to describe it the best he could.

“They’re small. The inside is white but it has yellow undertones, it almost sparkles. The outside is darker, stained with black in random places. It smells good under the rain but usually it doesn’t make sense at all. Sometimes when the wind is strong, the petals fall but they fade the instant they touch the ground. It turns pink when the sun rises or sets. The insects never approach them. They’re here all year and only turn into fruits when an apple is taken so the count stays the same…"

While he wrote all he could think of, he could see a drawing starting to take form next to his words. He made sure to actually leave enough space for Orchid to continue. He made small comments (" no the petals are a bit less roundish and they’re a bit thicker than average as if two petals were stuck together, the stamens glow in the dark!...”) to adjust the drawing until it was the closest drawing he ever saw of the flowers.

“You draw well!”

“Thanks, that’s a hobby.” 

Berlingot yawned and glanced at the sky. The dark blue was slowly but steadily becoming lighter. Maybe he should call it a day, or a night.

“Orchid, I had fun but I am getting very tired. Good night?”

“Oh forgive me, it’s hard to tell time here, rest well Berlingot.”

“Will you still be here tomorrow?”

“I can’t promise but I’ll try, would that be enough?”

“It is, thanks and good night!”

Berlingot closed the diary and shuffled to get comfortable.

Soon his eyes closed, exhaustion finally catching up over him and he let himself drift softly into a comatose state.

Please, be there tomorrow.

End of chapter 4! Go to next chapter?

Dreamtale belongs to @/jokublog Aftertale belongs to @/loverofpiggies

Berlingot and Orchid belong to me Marianne (who is sleeping but I guess he's mentioned so) belongs to @yuriyuruandyuraart

@dragon-tamer-1

@shinechermont

[papillon82fluttersby]

Famous Five Art Nostalgia #21 – Part 1

Introductory post

Five Are Together Again – Le Club des Cinq en embuscade

Original publication date: 1963 (UK), 1967 (France)

(Original cover art by Jeanne Hives, 1967)

We’re coming to the last book of the original series, can you believe it? (But this isn’t yet the end of this series of posts, stay tuned!)

Truth to tell, this is hardly the most exciting book plot-wise, despite the tantalising French title: “Famous Five Set an Ambush”!

Plot summary (adapted from Wikipedia):

The children are supposed to be staying at Kirrin Cottage, but as soon as George's parents' maid Joanna catches scarlet fever, the Five are sent to live with an old friend, called Tinker, and his famous scientist father, Professor Hayling, who first appeared two volumes ago in Five Go to Demon's Rocks.

Due to Professor Hayling’s low tolerance for rowdiness, Jenny [Jeanne] the housemaid suggests for the children to camp in a field behind the house.

(Tinker has not lost his annoying habit of imitating cars and motorbikes…)

(…but can also be endearing such as when he starts dancing with Jenny in excitement over her wonderful idea)

When they children get there, they see that several caravans from a travelling circus have started to settle in. Tinker gets very angry but it turns out that the circus has permission to use this field. The kids pitch their tents in a corner of the field some way from the caravans.

(Tinker is angry at the circus folk for intruding on his land, even more so when his pet monkey Mischief [Berlingot] starts fraternizing with the ‘enemy’!)

The children get to see the circus folks’ rehearsing, then have supper with them. Tink runs his mouth and blabs about his father’s secret work, which is kept in a tower next to the house.

(After smoothing things over, the children get on friendlier terms with the circus folk)

During the night, Jenny gets a scare when she sees a silhouette climbing up the tower, which seems crazy because the tower is vertical with no handholds or possible way to climb.

(Who’s climbing up the tower???)

But it was indeed a thief, as Professor Hayling discovers the next morning that several secret papers have been stolen. The Five decide to investigate around the circus, and they also make plans to hide the remaining precious papers on Kirrin Island, Professor Hayling being too forgetful to find a good hiding place for the papers himself.

(During their investigations at the circus, the Five get to see some performers rehearsing, including a contortionist that Anne finds very creepy, yikes!)

At night, George takes her boat to Kirrin Island to hide the remaining papers. But while still on the shore, she sees a light shining on the island, and suspects that the thieves are lying in wait to get hold of the papers. So she decides to hide the papers on the shore before rowing to the island. George does find two men on the island, one of them Mr Wooh [M. Karkos] from the circus and the other a crook who asked Mr Wooh to steal the papers for him. George escapes, unmoors their boat and strands them on the island.

The children call the police in the morning, and Tinker figures out that Charlie the chimp was the mysterious climber who stole things in the tower at Mr Wooh’s behest.

~~~~~~

Cover art through the ages:

(Disclaimer: This is not an exhaustive list; sometimes the dates are difficult to pinpoint; and I have purposefully not included editions that re-used similar cover art, with differences only in layout and font style.)

(Original cover art by Jeanne Hives, Hachette, 1967 – very graphic!)

(Jean Sidobre, Galaxie collection, Hachette, 1972 - prepare to see a lot of lying-in-wait in all the following covers)

(Jean Sidobre, Hachette, 1974)

(J.P. Morvan, France Loisirs, 1975)

(Nice group shot! Jean Sidobre, Vermeille collection, Hachette, 1974)

(Jean Sidobre, Hachette, 1978)

(Umberto Nonna, Edito Service, 1981)

("I spy with my little eye," Timmy seems to say - Yves Beaujard, Hachette, 1988)

(Charlie and Mischief are sharing the spotlight in this one! Paul Gillon, France Loisirs, 1995)

(Frédéric Rébéna, Hachette, 2010)

(Auren, Hachette, 2021)

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Thanks for reading!

[fairyposhmom]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Louis Vuitton Murakami Monogram Berlingot Coin Purse Authentic.

[elinaline]

doll, sugarpie, darling, lover, my love

Side effect of this ask game is that I am flustered kjzjgj

Doll: What's my favourite outfit ?

As in outfit that I can actually make or dream outfit ? That I own I loved tucking a brightly colored sweater into my high waisted mom pants with big shoes but the pants are cracked now :(

Dream fit is a fluid blouse in like jewel tones and a straight high waisted pair of pants. Maybe a cool cloak. Still bigass shoes I like to stomp. So pretty much Howl.

Sugarpie: what's my favorites sweet treat ?

Marshmallow bears coated in dark chocolate ! They're delicious like that and they're even better if you pass them in a flame to melt the chocolate a bit mmhhhh

I'm also partial to berlingots

Darling: what romantic gesture makes me feel the most loved ?

Bro you know I am unable to answer this regarding romantic gestures. However when a friend remembers something I'm excited about and shares my enthusiasm without me like asking them, it's incredible, it's really the one big proof that not only do I exists in other people's brain, I exist in a positive way

Lover: How do I show someone I like them ?

I uh. Absorb all the information I can get about what they like so I can do what I just described above kgbdjgjg so if I'm sending you stuff or tagging you in stuff or support you in the stuff you make, even if not super frequently, you know that I love you

Also if they're physically close and ok with contact I'm pretty much constantly cuddling in some way lmao god I'm so touch starved now

My love: what would my dream home be like ?

Oh I feel I get this question all the time when it's in ask games lol

It'll be welcoming ! Warm and happy and with a kitchen that looks like out of a fairy tail book but with modern equipment ! An upstairs with a huge semi circle window in my room overlooking a big tree ! Also I need to have a garden where I can grow stuff.

[berlingotesque]

Do you have a ref for your norman? I love your designs so much they bring me such delight and I was just curious abt that 👉👈

Well first of all THANK YOU SO MUCH for the kind compliment, I’m super glad you like my designs !! And secondly, I'm not at all in the habit of making references for my character designs so I actually didn't have any for my son. So thank you for giving me a good reason to make this overly saturated doodle page of my boy hehe

[berlingotesque]

hello hello!!

i just wanted to say that i love your art, and that your art and painting style is beautiful. not to mention the way you imagine the characters. and i confess that i'm in love with your sammy lawrence, because he's so handsome and serious

and i really can't describe how i feel about your sammy lawrence. he is simply perfect!!

Aww thank you so much anon !! ;; I'm so glad you like my art and painting style 💖 Also Sammy is one of the characters I draw most easily and frequently, so I'm glad you like his design so much <3

As a gift for all these kind compliments, here’s a little doodle of the perfect boy :)

[berlingotesque]

Sammy and Norman are so so silly they make me unwell /pos

Same dude 😔

[berlingotesque]

your sammy makes me giggle an absurd amount /pos

He’s just so silly.

[berlingotesque]

can I see my baby girl norman? 😻😻😻

Forgive me father for I have yet again sexualized a 50 years old man

[berlingotesque]

I adore your Sammy and Norman designs so much, they're literally the first thought i go to when i picture either of them in my head. Every time you draw them together I start vibrating excitedly at a frequency that could shatter glass

THANK YOU SO MUCH, I’M GLAD MY NORMMY PROPAGANDA WORKED ON YOU <3

[berlingotesque]

CAN I ASK YOU TO DRAW SAMMY/SUSIE PLEASE?

Who are you when you’re not performing ?

[berlingotesque]

I love your art‼️‼️ ITS SO YUMMY AND PRETTY AND NOMIE

Could you draw Jack? I really like your Jack design‼️‼️

If not thats fine hehrhe 😋

HIHI THANK YOU SO MUCH MY GUY 🤭

Also done and done !

[berlingotesque]

Can you give sammy a cheese burger for me, he deserves it

He really does deserve it (he killed like 5 of his coworkers).

[berlingotesque]

People are gonna be fighting over your Sammy soon and I will be one of those people

This is getting out of hand.