#belette's life

[snowfea]

Pattern by Letistitch! It's my first big cross stitch, I'm very happy with how it turned out :D

[deinocheirus]

Given that they're seemingly some of the older dragons in the cast, have Thuban and Greytooth known each other before Thuban's city went underwater? If not, what's their opinion of each other?

(Love that Thuban's based on an oarfish btw!)

The two never met until Thuban washed up on shore. He has always lived by or under the sea, while Greytooth has lived most her life in the mountains.

Greytooth finds him a fascinating fragment of a time before she was born, but too ignorant of the way of things are outside his ruins to be particularly insightful.

As with all his new neighbors, Thuban finds Greytooth extremely grotesque, more like a gaudy chimera then what he thinks a “dragon” outta look like. Despite that he does holds some degree of respect to her, being a better alternative to Belette and Craigore’s dominance.

Both are very aware of how they share a history of..similar injuries, and notice how each are not healing or doing so abnormally. They never bring this up with one another.

[a-random-foxperson]

An alterhuman reading of SCP-6090

SCP-6090 is a page on the SCP Wiki, which contains fictional reports on anomalous phenomena by an organization called the "SCP Foundation". This specific one concerns a virus that turns people into "theriantropes", in the context of this page meaning people who can shift between a humanoid form with animal head and tail and a fully animal form. These forms are based on the animal that infected them. It also contains an "incident report" describing a series of events concerning that virus. Multiple characters in it have been infected with that virus and have various reactions to it, from intense species dysphoria, to fascination and even species euphoria. There are also multiple descriptions of how there non-human bodies affect them and many of the ways they show emotions are distinctly animal, like ear position and animal noises.

Here is a link to it: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-6090 . The cw on the page refers to brief discussion of how the transformation has influenced attraction. Additional cw from me for dehumanization, as a character gets referred to by her anomaly number and with it/its pronouns over her actual name and pronouns. I will provide an overview over the story told in the incident report with most of the focus being on the alterhuman relevant parts. From here on, there will be spoilers

The main characters involved are Sandy Collins, who recently got infected with SCP-6090 and has turned into a coyote theriantrope, Dr. Atticus Rateleken (a researcher for the Foundation), Dr. Evelyn Antleur (also a researcher for the foundation) and Dr. Bardolph Dalton from Wilson Wildlife Solutions, an organization that works with the foundation on the matter of anomalous animals. Bardolph is himself a wolf theriantrope (which i will use in this text with the definition the text uses, because also using the alterhuman definition would get confusing).

The first part of the incident report is a series of e-mails establishing that a bunch of animals and Sandy have been infected with SCP-6090. The second is an interview between the three researchers and Sandy, which is where the alterhuman themes start to appear. It takes place on a transporter on the way to a site of the SCP foundation. Sandy is not in a good mood, both from the way some people treat her because of her infection, what it means for her future and species dysphoria. For the first, Dr. Antleur is referring to her as 4342 (as in the 4342nd person to be infected with the virus) and generally treats her as an anomaly to be studied rather than a person. Dr. Rateleken and Dalton treat her better, with Dr. Dalton being especially supportive. He is implied to be a very experienced theriantrope, at one point the document notes his number as 863, so there has been significant time between his infection and the present. The Foundation is trying to keep anomalies secret, which means she has to leave her old life behind. The last is best shown by this quote from the text: "4342 looks around, refocusing the binoculars on every object in the lab trailer. It angles them down and they bump against its muzzle. It freezes and all happiness drains from its face. Its ears droop down and it sets them on the table. It reaches up and rubs its muzzle". Dr. Dalton offers to introduce her to a therian support group to help with that. The document establishes that Sandy has some minor time manipulation ability that she got from the coyote that bit her, which will become relevant later. It ends with crash that vehicle they are on is involved in.

The next part low on alterhuman themes, it shows that the crash was caused by a hostile theriantrope called Belette Le Fou(ine). In french fou means crazy and fouine means stone marten, though he is a weasel. Most of it is taken up by fight between him and the people guarding the transport. Going back to the inside of the transport, the characters have survived the crash with only minor injuries, though Dr. Rateleken is trapped. Dr. Antleur collided with some samples of the virus and gets infected, which leads to her turning into fallow deer therian. She is clearly unhappy with that, though not as outspoken or intense about it as Sandy. Rateleken intentionally infects himself with SCP-6090 from a rattlesnake, according to him to free himself from the stuff trapping him and to get an object that might help them, but is out of reach for someone human sized. However there are hints dropped indicating that he has thought of infecting himself with SCP-6090 even before that. The line most clear about that implication is "Never thought I'd decide under duress, but at this point, I either live as a snake-man, or die here" and an earlier one where he thinks "maybe it's finally meant to be". They flee from Belette, though they do get seperated, with Sandy, Dr. Antleur and Dr. Dalton in one group and Dr. Rateleken being on his own.

The next section is from Dr. Rateleken's point of view. His reaction to his new snake body is one of fascination. His commentary on it focuses on new and changed senses, specifically being able to "taste air" and a heat sense. He doesn't seem to be uncomfortable with his new body, at most annoyed with its stress response (rattling tail) The other group meanwhile is on the run. It contains another great example for Sandies dysphoria in this line: "I'm stuck wearing a different kind of mask, one that I can never remove to see my old face again!". Dr. Antleur tries to hide her dysphoria behind a mask of professionalism, though that does crack at one point. They both mention that they think no one will find them attractive anymore aside from a group they call "those people" later on specified to be furries. Which leads to Dr. Dalton defending furries and them finding out that he is one. In the same sentence he mentions "I'm certainly happier in my Feral Form than in my Base Form". He never states any specific identity beyond "furry", though he could be easily interpreted as otherkin. There is a short subplot with him getting some prejudice because he is a furry, which the others eventually realize is wrong. Back at Dr. Rateleken, there isn't really much for the focus of this post, basically him being fascinated by his new form. The rest is more for pushing along the conflict between Belette le Fou(ine) and everyone else.

That comes a conclusion in the next section. To make a long fight scene short, Belette and Dr. Rateleken arrive, they knock him down with assistance of a guard from the convoy that caught up to them and Rateleken bites him, which leads to his death. There is also a revelation that his venom has the ability to cure SCP-6090 (later parts state that they found a way to safely turn someone back with something extracted from his venom). Sandy uses the opportunity to escape because she overheard Dr. Antleur talking about getting potentially years of research out of her, how "it's best not to get attached to anomalous objects, especially humanoid ones" and that they are "well within their rights to contain her indefinitly". The years of study part is mostly from her time manipulation ability, as there are already thousands of cases of SCP-6090. This is followed by a short report on the status of the people involved in this incident and a series of debriefings. Dr Rateleken doesn't seem to have any intention of returning to being human. He offers the one interviewing him that he is welcome to join him in being a therian, and while he is considering it, he isn't ready to actually do it. Rateleken mentions being in a similar situation before he turned (making the implication about that i mentioned earlier explicit). Perhaps cases of a pre-awakening non-human identity or one that has awakened, but that they didn't want to make physical for various reasons. Dr. Dalton voices some very understandable concerns with how the foundation treats anomalous people especially considering some of Dr. Antleurs attitudes shown further up. He also mentions that he spends the majority of his time in his full animal form. Speaking of her, she will remain a deer for testing purposes (though for a limited time), which while she wants to go back to human as possible, she does accept it. She even says "I have to admit that becoming an SCP-6090-B instance has piqued my personal curiosity". She also has started to regret some of her dehumanizing behavious towards Sandy. The last one is the guard that helped them defeat Belette le Fou(ine) who got turned int a Longhorn Bull therian during the incident. Similar to Dr. Antleur, he will remain a therian for testing. He is looking forward to being human again and says "Still, this isn't the worst thing to happen to me working for the Foundation". So some species dysphoria, but managable. Sandy is still on the run from the foundation and not much is known about what happened after her escape.

[basilinixe]

4, 21, 25 La Baronne for the Character ask game? (Also 14, 24 for Castabot if you want :D)

Merci pour l'ask !! :D

La Baronne

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Alors, je sais pas trop si la question parle d'une œuvre préexistante ou juste d'un autre médium de manière générale, du coup je vais parler des deux !

Pour ce qui est de l'œuvre préexistante, la réponse qui me vient immédiatement, c'est METTEZ 👏 LA BARONNE 👏 DANS 👏 LE FILM 👏 Come on, Belette mérite pas de devoir s'occuper de toute la Meute toute seule, elle mérite qu'on l'aide (*tousse* de manière plus efficace que Renard *tousse*)

Et pour ce qui est un autre médium de manière générale, en vrai je pense que she would thrive in a slice of life basé sur Néo-Versailles et la vie à la Cour post saison 4 (et je dis pas ça juste parce que j'ai envie d'en voir davantage sur comment Néo-Versailles s'est développée post saison 4)

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Perso je pense que la Baronne sait toujours très bien ce qu'elle veut, mais qu'elle le dira quasiment jamais outright. Du coup, c'est assez amusant d'imaginer ses subtils stratagèmes et ses intricate rituals pour obtenir ce qu'elle veut ! D'autant plus que Van Der est super oblivious x)

Et ce que j'aime moins, je dirais que c'est pas facile de lui donner des dialogues où elle est emotional sans que ça sonne ooc, à la fois à cause de la façon dont elle parle et de son côté très renfermé.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Alors, je crois qu'au début j'étais assez neutre envers son personnage (même si, comme tout le monde je pense, j'ai beaucoup aimé quand elle a remis Octave à sa place avec quelques gifles bien placées x) ). Mais quand mon obsession pour Van Der s'est développée, par extension j'ai commencé à m'intéresser à elle, et maintenant je l'aime beaucoup ! J'aime beaucoup comme elle détonne avec la majorité des personnages de la série sans que ça sonne out of place ! Et aussi, son chara design omg, j'aime trop la façon dont elle est habillée.

Je trouve qu'elle est un personnage sous-utilisé dans les différents fanworks, mais du coup j'en fais mon affaire 🫡

Le Castabot

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Alors, question compliquée en vrai, vu que j'y connais vraiment rien en mode xD

Mais en tout cas, je trouve que le Castabot est un silly little guy très gender, et il porte très bien la moustache et le chapeau quand il en met ! Donc I guess que je lui mets juste un chapeau rigolo

24. What other character from another fandom of yours reminds you of them?

Hmm, a bit of a strech, mais je dirais peut-être Momo de Avatar the last airbender ? Silly little mascotte volante, mais aussi un peu sassy

[emiliemaria]

This girl blorbo thing got me thinking about how Belette never escaped this motherhood scenario like she was the only girl raised in La meute for some reason, and we know how because of that she was seen as a mother figure (😒). Then years later as an adult, after escaping La meute, she's back there, raising kids, and still acting like a mom/big sister. I think it's nice that she's a better person for the kids than Loup, and that she gets to be there for them and offer them protection and comfort and love. But as I was saying in the blorbo post, she's got no one ? In the movie she doesn't interact with adults except for Renard and Henry but they have their own space and are so busy trying to save the world that they probably rarely go see her and the kids anyway. Even after she was left alone by renard as a teenager, she spent her whole life trying to find him and seek revenge ? There's not a single mention of a friend or a lover she found along the way. I mean ofc it probably happened, the movie couldn't just focus on that, but I hate the way that in the movie they let us think she and renard have a thing for each other😭 can that man be out of her life for once like, let my girl be her own person. So yeah idk where i'm going with this but the fact that her whole story is just being a mother and renard's first "love" is sickening😒

[animasola86]

Reinventing my Gryffindor MC: Genevieve Belette

Getting immersed in my first proper longfic for the fandom again, The Darkness Within, I went and changed my Gryffindor MC up a little. Her backstory/my headcanons for her are still somewhat the same, she just looks a little different. (Thank goodness for mods!) (That fic portrays an older version of her, where she's 21/23, and it's NSFW! Just FYI!)

Name: Genevieve Belette

brown eyes * ginger * 1.55m/155cm (5′1“) * Gryffindor

born on April 1, 1875 on the outskirts of London

Aries (who is determined, courageous, charismatic, honest, passionate, energetic, impatient, impulsive)

was born a Weasley: Father was a Weasley, mother a Rosier (making her a pure-blood, despite being born a Squib), and when she didn't receive her Hogwarts letter at age 11, she was sent to live with non-magical relatives (the Belettes) in France, who practically adopted her, where she stayed until she turned 15

has a strained relationship with her parents and even though they somewhat accepted her back into the family after she found her magic, she still holds a little bit of a grudge (and will keep the name of her adoptive parents)

has a scar on her right cheek (was a reckless child who tried everything to awaken her magic, but failed, mother refused to heal her wound properly and left her with that scar, sent her away shortly thereafter)

was taught to be a proper lady in France (had a house teacher) and it took her a while to get used to the fact that girls wore trousers in Hogwarts

is an introvert (grows up to be quite the opposite though)

has a severe fear of heights, hates flying

is very helpful, but reckless in doing so, prefers to be alone, but allows a certain extrovert to accompany her on her adventures

had a crush on Professor Sharp before falling for Sebastian

How she looks:

Face 001, Skin color 022 Hair color: Dark Ginger, Eye color: Medium Brown Eyebrow shape 006, Eyebrow color: Dark Ginger Freckles 3, Complexion Type 3, Scars: Lines on right cheek

Mods I used:

Wednesday Addams Inspired Makeup Variations (no lipstick version) Custom Hair Very Long 41 (no bangs version)

Notes:

Yes, she is basically Ginny Weasley with her twin brothers' birth date, I was very creative when naming and creating her XD (belette is also the French word for weasel, so, there's that) Rosier was/is a pure-blood family originating in France in HP canon, but I HC that those relatives come from the Weasley side. And even though she is related to Garreth and Prof Weasley, it is very distant and they might not know about it due to their vast family tree and her name change (and her mother's influence, the Rosiers were much stricter and Darker and I can imagine her mother had cut the ties to her husband's family because she didn't think as open as the Weasleys did).

More on her life during Hogwarts can be read in my very first, now abandoned HL fanfic Diary of a Snake Lover on FF.net.

Post-Hogwarts (spoilers for The Darkness Within):

dies after having absorbed Isidora's magic because her soul was too pure to handle the darkness, is resurrected by Sebastian and ends up in the future - found by Tom Riddle

is easily influenced by others, lets the darkness within get the better of her and turns her life around completely: becomes manipulative, seductive, knows what she wants, gives her life to Tom's cause and recruits for him with every means possible (basically uses her body and Dark magic)

has forgotten/suppressed everything prior (manipulated by Tom)

is very conflicted once she remembers her former life thanks to Sebastian's intervention

her fate is yet to be determined!

Read more about her and Sebastian's trip to Tom Riddle's timeline right here: The Darkness Within.

The story is hosted on AO3, but here are Chapter excerpts posted on Tumblr (careful, they are NSFW!):

Chapter 6 (fluff) here Chapter 7 (smut) here Chapter 8 (angsty smut) here Chapter 9 (TomxMC smut) here

I also tried recreating my story during an AI RP session with a Tom Riddle bot, can be read here: Magical Fingers (also NSFW, sorry!)

Showcase for my Ravenclaw MC Nebbia DeLuca

Fanfiction Masterlist

[hope-and-roll]

Oliver Ruewen

"The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits." _ Albert Einstein 

- Oliver Jack Ruewen  - Né le 25 novembre 2003 - Mourra le 2 mars 2131 - Originals - Anglais - Sang-Mêlé - Hétérosexuel - Serdaigle, Poudlard - Avocat  - Blake Steven. ~ Fils de Mark et Grace Ruewen, née Dawson  ~ Petit-fils d'Emmett et Elizabeth Ruewen (née Baker) et de Jane Dawson  ~ Grand frère de Terry Ruewen ~ Epoux d'Aurélie Becker ~ Père d'Aislinn et Tom Ruewen ~ Beau-père de Cleo Abraxas et Ariane Smith ~ Grand-père de Jack et Calypso Ruewen, Calliope et Cadell Abraxas * Meilleur ami de Karl et Andy Parrish * Meilleur ennemi, puis ami, puis petit-ami, puis mari d'Aurélie Becker Trivia : 

- Baguette magique : bois de noisetier, avec un ventricule de coeur de dragon. 33 centimètres, fine et rigide. - Patronus : belette  - Epouvantard : Jusqu'à ses 10 ans : le cadavre de Terry  Jusqu'à ses 20 ans : Sa mère, entièrement dévouée aux Forces du Mal A partir de ses 20 ans : le cadavre d'Aurélie Playlist :

Oliver :  Echo - Jason Walker  Auréliver :  Daylight - David Kushner True Love - P!nk  Demons - Imagine Dragons Battle scars - Lupe Fiasco & Guy Sebastian  Flares - The Script  Jungle - Emma Louise  Sad Song - We the kings  Carry you - Ruelle & Fleurie  I need your love - Calvin Harris & Ellie Goulding Right here - Ashes Remain Pendant leur rupture :  Someone you loved - Lewis Capaldi Bruises - Lewis Capaldi  Aurélie à Oliver :  Warrior - Beth Crowley Hate it when you see me cry - Halestorm Bring me back to life - Extreme music  Listen before I go - Billie Eilish  Oliver à Aurélie :  Somebody to die for - Hurts The Scientist - Coldplay 

[belettewrites]

Btw guys I'm still alive and still writing, uni and group projects are just bastards

[elaine4queen]

I’m in Dublin and in a lot more company than I’m used to when writing. I forgot I’d joined Brighton Wrimo, but here I am and I’m in it. Suddenly everything is on Discord and because it was designed for gamers it’s really powerful. Terri’s on the other bed doing her thing, and I’m writing when I didn’t expect to be because other people are, too. 

I have no idea if any of this will be usable but I’m going to do it anyway because here I am doing it. 

I think this is mainly a group for fiction writers but I’m crashing it because I think they’ll let me and I am sure they’ll kick me out or I won’t want to be here if I don’t fit. 

I arrived on Friday and Terri was at her conference on Decolonising the Internet and didn’t get back till late. Yesterday was the last day of the conference so I was on my own in Dublin. I had canvased opinion about what to do here, but found my pick accidentally, just because Belette happened to post about how Francis Bacon’s studio had been reconstructed in Dublin. 

Reading about it I discovered that this was not the work of a curator, but a conservator, and it wasn’t just art conservationists who worked on it but a team of archaeologists who mapped the studio and it’s 7000 objects in three dimensions so that the replication would be precise. 

I didn’t quite trust my phone to map my journey properly so I wrote myself some directions - go past 6 bridges then turn left, and the gallery is just past the hospital. 

On my walk I passed statuary commemorating famine and struggle, protestors on hunger strike for homelessness, and a small but noisy protest about something with shouting and megaphones. This struck me not only because I haven’t been in a city centre for a long while, not even my own, but also because in the UK protest itself is no longer legal. 

I walked at a clip, and arrived at the gallery ready to sit down and take a moment. I asked at reception where the installation was and got a map. I walked through a few rooms housing a permanent collection of mostly general European stuff, with no particular theme. Ahead of me was a sliding glass door with the words Francis Bacon Studio etched in it in something like Helvetica, lit in the orange glow of a Quality Street toffee.

The space is arranged around the installation of the room, which can be looked into only through the doorway or the site of the original windows. So the walls are walls. You can’t see it straight away, you have to go up some steps, then there’s a projection of an interview in the studio with Bacon talking to Melvyn Bragg. He talks about his studio, what he likes about it, and his relationship with the chaos. Behind the projection you can glimpse the entrance to the room. The door into the studio and the windows into the studio are sealed in glass so the whole thing is a vitrine, and the light comes from the daylight that comes through the skylights in the roof of the studio then the gallery’s own skylights. So you are seeing the room as though you were approaching it in real life.

In Ways of Seeing John Berger said

The days of pilgrimage are over

He could not have been more wrong.

He was talking in 1972, at a certain point in the proliferation of imagery and it’s reproduction, and he was expanding on Walter Benjamin’s 1936 essay, and he could not have known what we know now. His argument was that the more images come to you the less you need to go to them. 

For me, though, in this moment in 2022, I was time travelling to Bacon’s studio at the time of his death in 1992. As far as the conservator, Mary McGrath, and her team could make it, this is time travel made concrete. The vitrine which holds the entire room including floor, walls, and ceiling, has a small entrance which you can stand in, where the floor is under your feet, the hinge of the door and the door is on your right, and a dressing gown and some towels are right next to you on your left, and the famous scene is before you. But in front of you, above you, and on either side is glass.

Tears formed in my eyes.

I made my way around the room and looked in the windows. I sat on the floor and took photos. I wandered back round to the projection room again and allowed the soothing tones of Bragg and Bacon talking and sat in the space.

When I was sure that I’d have it to myself I approached the doorway. There is the handle that Bacon touched to open the door. There is the iconic round de-silvered mirror with paint smears around it on the wall. 

I couldn’t take much more in. I almost took photographs instead of looking. I had no reason to stay in the gallery, and there wasn’t anything else I wanted to see. Terri had messaged to tell me where we were supposed to be meeting later and it wasn’t nearby or soon, so I walked slowly back to the hotel. 

I set myself up for yoga on the floor. I took one of those weird decorative runners they put on beds in hotels and lay it on the floor in place of a yoga mat. I wrapped pillows in towels for bolsters, and took two small cushions off chairs for props. 

I lay on the floor and tears slid out. Then I headed inwards and down and down in supported twists, meeting my own body in this moment on this mat now.

When Terri came back and said she was sorry but she couldn’t handle the end of conference meal I was ready to go, but glad to stand down. 

[ssygir]

Aaaaand Chapter 11 of Turnabout Feelings is up!

OMG Y’ALL. If you do not read any other chapter, you need to at least read this one. Not only do I get to make fun of all of the egotistical, smarmy actors I have known in my life (and trust me, I’ve met a few), but I also got to write a smidgen of hijinks, some more serious bits, AND THEN... we got to the “good part”! ;)

Summary:  Phoenix and Miles return to Salle Richelieu to dig deeper into Monsieur Belette's past and attempt to put together a more coherent picture of the case, but Phoenix finds it harder and harder to ignore the elephant in the room that is their feelings for one another.

[kwillow]

OH YEAH and I finally got with the times and started playing DnD like the other cool kids!

I actually made a new character for one instead of recycling like I normally do. This guy’s name is/was Ambroys de Belette, a scourge Aasimar paladin and preppy douchebag who peaked in high school.

He is/was a cowardly ignoramus whose main concerns in life were shopping, tanning and improving his golf game, but he pivoted to becoming an adventurer because his human half-brother was becoming more successful and famous than him and his ego couldn’t take that.

Sadly this campaign fizzled out and never ended properly, as I gather is the fate of most of them. :( Maybe I’ll do something else with him someday.

[snowfea]

New cross stitch done! Very happy with how it turned out! Pattern by Letistitch and needleminder by NeedleMinderLair on Etsy

Bonus pics under the read more :)

[multicanon-rp]

Your Stuck Saving the World With Me.

This was normal for the most part. He gets back from his mission spying for his government over seas. The moment he gets back it another mission, each one more dangerous then the last. Then again he knew what he was getting into when he joined the CIA. A faceless ghost until your burned. Not even your own Co-workers knew your true name. You live a secret life anyone that finds out has to be killed. You have no allies and no friends, it just part of the job.

This mission was cryptic at best. He has already been handed his case file for what his name would be for this mission. Belette, that was an odd name for someone that looks asian. Then again he can speak French so that helps. It will work for now, it better then giving out his real name. Being burned your family is told you were killed. How an accountant goes MIA one will never know.

So looking at the picture he was given he waits at the meet up area. He is to work with a FBI agent this time. He doesn’t like it but the job calls for it. Both of them were going to have to be at the top of their game to pull it off. Itachi for his infiltration, wit, and charisma, the other he is not quite sure. He was only given a file, a picture and location. Seeing what looks like the person he is meeting he gives a small wave to signal him over. Looking like friends going out to lunch is a good cover.

“My name is Belette.” Was all he said when meeting this new man. More can be talked about later. For now it better to keep it subtle or coded. You never know who is watching or listening.

@bingo-book-deidara

[french-ement-votre]

Archéologie, préhistoire et art pariétal français / anglais / espagnol

le site / the site / el sitio, el paraje, el lugar

le chantier / the excavation site / una obra

les fouilles / archeological dig / los excavaciones

les strates / the stratum, the level / el estrato /

le sol / the soil /el suelo

le sous-sol / the sub-soil / el subsuelo

la période / the period / el periodo

les sédiments / the sediments / los sedimentos

la roche / the rock / la roca

la pierre / the stone / la piedra

l'os / the bone / el hueso

les ossements  /  the bones / los huesos

l' ossuaire / the ossuary, the boneyard    / el osario

les débris / the debris, fragments, remains / los restos, fragmentos

l'éclat / the sliver, shard, splinter / la esquirla

la dent / the tooth / el diente

le bois / the wood / la madera

le charbon / the coal, charcoal / el carbon

la montagne / the mountain / la montaña

la colline / the hill / la colina

la falaise / the cliff / el acantilado

escarpé / steep / empinado.a

karstique / karstic /  cárstico.a

le calcaire / the limestone / la caliza, la cal

calcaire / calcareous / calcáreo.a

l'argile / the clay / la arcilla , el barro

argileux /  clay (like a clay soil, or sandy clay soil)   / arcilloso.a

l'eau / the water / el agua

infiltrer / infiltrate, penetrate, permeate something / infiltrar

couler / to flow / fluir

couler doucement / dribble /  despacio o lentamente

couler goutte à goutte / trickle  /  fluir gotta

ruisseler / to stream / gotear, correr

creuser / to dig, to hollow / cavar, excavar

creusement chimique / chemical hollowing / cavadura química

gaz carbonique / carbon dioxide / dioxido de carbono

acide carbonique / carbonic acid / acido carbonico

chargé en / charged with, crowded with / cargado.a

contenir / to contain, to hold / contener

le réseau / the network / the red

la grotte / cave / la cueva

la caverne / cavern /  la caverna

la cavité / cavity, recess, chamber / la cavidad, la camara, el hueco

l'abris sous roche / the rock shelter / l'abrigo rocoso

l’entrée / the entrance / la entrada

le fond / the bottom / el fondo

le porche / the porch / el porche

la salle / the room, the chamber / la sala, el salon

le tunnel / the tunnel / el túnel

la paroi / the wall / el pared

le panneau / the panel / el panel , el cartel

la gallerie / the gallery, the corridor / la galerià, el corredor

le couloir /     hallway (?) / el vestibulo

le diverticule / the diverticulum / el  divertículo

le boyau / narrow passage  / un manguera

le passage / the passage way / un paso

l’alcove / the alcove, the recess / la alcoba

le renfoncement / the recess / la hendidura, el hueco

la terre /  the dirt    / la tierra

un éboulis / a scree (slope) / un desprendimiento

un cône d’éboulis   / scree (cône ?)  / un cono de desprendimiento

un caillou / a pebble / piedrita, piedricita, un guijarro

du gravier / gravel / la gravilla

le sable / sand / la arena

de sable / of sand / arenoso.a

les cristaux / the crystals / los cristales

la calcite / calcite / calcita

les formations / formations / la formación , las formaciones

la concrétion / the concretion / la concreción

les spéléothèmes / speleothems / los espeleotemas

le ruissellement / the run-off / el escurrimiento /

l'infiltration / infiltration   / infiltración

la percolation / filtering or percolation  / percolación

la rivière souterraine / underground or subterranean river   / el río subterráneo

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la phase glaciaire / glacial phase / fase glacial

glaciation / glaciation / glaciación

interstade ou interglaciaire / interstage or interglacials / interestadio o interglaciar

le climat / the climate / el clima

tempéré / temperate / templado.a (moderado.a o suave)

les températures / the temperatures / las temperaturas

le paysage / the landscpe or scenery / el paisaje

la steppe / the steppe / la estepa

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l'art paléolithique / the paleolithic art / el arte paleolítico

art rupestre / rock art / arte rupestre

art pariétal / cave art   / arte parietal

art mobilier / portable art / arte mueble

tombe  / tomb / tumba

sépulture / grave / sepultura

enterrer / bury / enterrar

la nécropole / necropolis / la necrópolis

les vestiges / the remains, or remants, or vestiges  / los vestigios

mode de vie / way of life or lifestyle / mode de vida, estilo de vida

chasseurs cueilleurs / hunters-gatherers / cazadores-recolectores

collecteurs / gatherers . recolectores

la chasse / the hunting / la caza

chasser /  to hunt, to go hunting    / cazar

pêcher / to go fishing, to go angling / pescar

la pêche / the fishing / la pesca

la cueillette / gathering /  la recolección

cueillir / to gather   / coger, recoger

collecter / to collect / recolectar

ramasser / to pick uup / recoger

nomade / nomadic / nómada.

semi-nomades / seminomadics / seminómadas

campement / camp, encampment, campside  / campamento, asientamento

tente / tent / la tienda

hutte / hut / la choza

sédentaire /  sedentary / sedentario.a

sédentarisation  / sedentarization, settlement  / la sedentarización

industrie lithique / lithic industry / industria litica

travail de la pierre / stone working / el trabajo de la piedra

le silex  / flint  /   silex o pedernal

travail de l'os / bone working / el trabajo del hueso

les objets / the objects / los objetos

l'outil / the tool / la hirramienta

le couteau / knife / cuchillo

le grattoir / scrapper / raspador

le burin / chisel / buril, cincel

la lame / the blade / hoja, cuchilla

le biface / biface / un bifaz

un perçoir / a drill / un punzone

la pointe / the head, the tip / la punta

la flèche / the arrow / la flecha

une hache / an hatchet, an ax, an axe   / una hacha

un harpon  / a harpoon   / un arpón

une arme : a weapon / una arma

le nucléus / nucleus / el nucleo

un percuteur / a striker / el percutor

le propulseur / a propeller / el propulsor

une baguette / a wand / una barilla

un bâtonnet / a stick / un bastoncillo

Les grottes ornées / décorated caves / las cuevas decoradas o grutas adornadas o grutas ornamentadas

le pigment / pigment / el pigmento

origine minérale ou végétale / mineral or vegetal origin / el origen mineral o vegetal

l'utilisation / use / utilizacion

la technique / the technics / la técnica

le pinceau / brush / pincel

morceaux / pieces / trozos

craie grasse / grease crayon / tiza grasa

le crayon / pencil / bolígrafo.

réduire en poudre / reduce to a powder    /  reducir en polvo

en poudre / powdered / en polvo

une poudre fine /  fine powder      / un polvo fino

obtenir / to obtain      / obtener

broyer / to grind   / moler (muele)

mélanger / to mix / mezclar

la technique du crachis  / the spit technique / tecnica por proyeccion con la bocca (?)

la sculpture :   the sculpture    /  la escultura

la statuette :   a statuette    / una estatuita, una figurita

graisse animale / animal fat / grasa animale

éclairage / lightening / iluminacion, alumbrado

lumière / light / luz

lampe à graisse / fat lamp / lampara de grasa

flamme vascillante / flickering flame  / llama vacilante

créer du mouvement / to crate movement / crear movimiento

participe à l'animation des peintures /      /Esto participa en la animación de las pinturas

dessins / drawings / dibujos

peintures / paintings / pinturas

la peinture (préparation ) : the paint / la pintura

contours / outlines, borders / contornos

couleurs / colors / colores

à-plat  /  in flat tints (?) / plano (?)

motifs / patterns / motivos

la surface / the surface / la superficie

à pois / polka-dots / de lunares, de bolitas

points / dots; spots, / puntos

ponctuations  / punctuatioins    / las puntuaciones

ponctués / spotted / punteados.as

estomper / shade off / difuminar, degradar

le volume / the volume / el volumen

le relief / the relief / el relieve

la perspective / the perspective / la perspectiva

le trait / the stroke / la raya

le tracé / the ouline / el trazo

la ligne / the line / la línea

le segment / the segment  /  el segmento

la courbe / the curve  / la curva

courbé.e  /  curved    / curvo.a o curbado.a

ligne dorsale / dorsal line or line of the back / la línea dorsal

ligne ventrale / chest line or belly line / la línea ventral

les signes géométriques / the geometric signs / los signos geometricos

un carré / a square / un cuadrado

la superposition / superposition or superimposition / la superposición

le chevauchement / overlap /  superposición

la cupule / the cupule / la cubeta

le piquetage / sprinkling or stippling     / los piquetes (?)

la gravure / the engraving / el grabado

gravé / engraved / grabado.a

le pochoir / the stencil / la plantilla

le bas-relief / the bas-relief / el bajorelieve

en ronde-bosse / in the round / de bulto redondo

le contour, le bord / the edge / el borde

le détail / the détail  /  el detalle

le geste / the gesture / el gesto

la précision / the precision   / la precisión

la maîtrise /  the mastery / el dominio

le godet / a dish   / el godete

le coquillage / the shell / el concha

la parure / body ornaments or embellishment artefacts (?) / el adorno

bioxyde de manganèse / manganse bioxyde / dióxido de manganeso

oxyde de fer / iron oxyde     /  óxido de hiero

le squelette /  skeleton     / el esqueleto

le crâne  / the skull or cranium  / el cráneo

les animaux / the animals / los animales

le bestaire / the bestiary / el bestiario

le cheval / horse / caballo

le bison / bison / bisonte

le bouquetin / ibex / cabra o ibice

les caprinés / caprinae     / los caprinos

les bovidés /  bovidae / Los bóvidos (Bovidae)

les bovinés /  Bovinae (adj bovine)  /  Los bovinos (Bovinae)

les ovins / ovis / ovis

le rhinocéros / rhinoceros / rhinoceronte

le mammouth / mammoth / mamut

le mégacéros / megaceros /  megaceronte (?)

l’ours (des cavernes) / (cave) bear / oso (de la cavernas)

le poisson / fish / pez(peces)

la belette / weasel / comadreja

chouette / an owl / una lechusa

oiseau / a bird / un pájaro

le renne / the reindeer / el reno

le cerf / the deer / el cirvo

le faon / the fawn / el cervato

l'élan / orignal, elk, moose     / un alce

la hyène / the hyena / la hiena

le lion / the lion / el león

le loup / the wolf / el lobo

le renard / the fox / el zorro

le sanglier / wild boar / el jabalí

le mâle / the male / el macho

la femelle / the female / la hembra

jeune / young / joven

le troupeau / the herd / el rebaño

la meute / the pack / la manada

la corne / the horn / el cuerno

les bois, la ramure / the antlers / las cornamentas

la bosse / the hump / la joroba

la crinière / the mane / la melena

l'encolure / the collar, the neck / el cuello

l'arrière-train / the indquarters / el cuarto trasero

les pattes avant/arrière  / front or back legs / las patas delanteras/trasera

les sabots / the hoofs / el casco o la pezuña

les griffes / the claws / las garras

les griffades / claw marks / marcas de garras

le dos / the back / el dorso

le ventre / the belly / el vientre, la panza

le protomé / the protome / the protomo

le chanfrein /

le poitrail / the breast, or the chest / el pecho

la queue / the tale / la cola

la trompe / the trunk  /  la trompa

les défenses / the tasks / las defensas o los co

le chignon /

la barbichette  / the goatee / la perilla

[actual-lich-queen]

The Queen of Cups Chapter 8: The world perishes not from bandits and fires, but from hatred, hostility, and all these petty squabbles. - Chekhov

Varric and Cassandra deal with the East Road Bandits and some of the wider questions of Andraste, the Chantry, and how your story is told.

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The clouds rolled in the sky over Varric’s head as he squinted at a spot on the horizon, lost in thought. Something about...arrows? Quiet. Quick. In a back alley. Guardsmen shouting, but the bow wasn’t hers…

“Varric, when was your first kill?” Cassandra’s sudden question took him from the mean streets of Kirkwall back to the, quite frankly, boring wilds of Ferelden.

“Why, Seeker? You writing a biography?” Varric gave his most engaging smirk.

“No, I was thinking about Ayla.” Her leather gloves squeaked as she reflexively gripped the handle of her blade, “I had not...considered her situation before I brought her into battle.”

“So you’re asking me?”

“I was simply trying to understand her feelings. But it has been so long since I…”

“Since the first time you took a person’s life.”

“I still remember. They were an apostate and a blood mage.” Cassandra frowned, “Involved in the cult that tried to murder Divine Beatrix.”

“Do you remember how you felt?”

“Angry.”

“Somehow I’m not surprised.” Varric pursed his lips and cocked a brow, “You’re always angry.”

Cassandra grunted.

“They were the ones who had killed Anthony.” She said after a pause.

“That was the business with the dragons, wasn’t it. The story of how you became the Right Hand.”

“You would call it a story.”

“That’s who I am, Seeker.” Varric idly pet Bianca with a finger, “A teller of stories.”

“It was a problem.” Cassandra frowned, “The right choice was obvious. I followed with action. Then I was followed with stories.”

“That’s why you’ve gotta tell your own story. Get ahead of it, before someone else starts telling it wrong.”

“Like your account of the Champion.”

“Exactly. It would have been a mess if I had let Hawke tell it.” Varric’s lips twitched up in an asymmetric smug smile.

“Would the Champion think you are telling their story wrong?” Cassandra’s tone still had the usual brusqueness, but it was tinged with curiosity. It was strange, and made her seem a bit vulnerable in that I-can-still-kick-in-all-your-teeth-without-breaking-a-sweat kind of way.

“Hawke?” Varric scratched his chin, eyeing the Seeker, “I think they like not having to tell the story themselves.  When you’re living your life as a roguish fugitive from Chantry law it helps to have a reputation that precedes you.”

“But what do I know.” He hastily added, “I haven’t seen them since they left Kirkwall.”

“So you’ve said.” Cassandra grunted.

They fell into silence for a time. Varric found himself being absorbed into the scenery. The sun was shining and the air was clear and full of nature sounds. The smell of manure from the nearby farms tickled his nose. That in itself was a strange novelty, coming from the city the idea of a ‘clean shit smell’ was bizarre, but here he was. In the country. The smell of fertilizer in the air. And people thought it was a good thing. It did smell cleaner, somehow, than that distinct odor of darktown, or even the alienage, places in Kirkwall that sewage drained into and never out of. Both literally and metaphorically.

“How would you have told story of the attempted assassination of Divine Beatrix?” Cassandra interrupted his thoughts a second time. Varric looked up at the Seeker. He wondered if this was what she thought friendly conversation was. At least she wasn’t threatening him with anything sharp and pointy. That, at least, was an improvement.

“That depends, what do you want people to get from the story?” He asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” Varric settled into a more comfortable position, “Stories can be told for a lot of reasons. To entertain, to teach, to warn, to make people fall in love, or think. What would you want people to do when they heard your story?”

“To not attempt to assassinate the Divine.” Cassandra’s lips pressed into a thin, wide line, “Although it might be too late for such tales.”

“I’m sure whomever the next Divine is would appreciate the effort.”

Cassandra grunted. Varric laughed.

“Alright, Seeker. Don’t get your pauldrons in a twist.” He shook his head, “I’ve only ever heard the bard tales. What’s your side of the story?”

“The blood mages plotted to kill the Divine and were stopped by the Seekers allied with a handful of mages.”

“And the parts about the templars?”

“I would have said that the templars were an honorable order. Undeserving of the shadows cast upon them by the actions of one man.” She frowned, “But in light of recent events, I...have been given doubts about all I believed to be true.”

“Haven’t we all.” He sighed, dragging his eyes to the hole in the sky that loomed like a least favorite aunt at the family dinner.

“You mock me.” Cassandra tensed, “I should not expect sympathy from doubters.”

“You think I don’t have faith, Seeker?” It was Varric's turn to frown.

“I-I thought with your opinions on the Chantry...and your association with Hawke and Anders…” Cassandra stammered.

“I have no faith in the Chantry, that’s true. But in Andraste? In the Maker?” Varric shook his head, “I’ll admit I’ve said my share of prayers.”

“But without the Chantry-”

“Without the Chantry you have a story free of greed and corruption. Without the Chantry, you’ve got a miracle.” He crossed his arms, “You’ve got something to try for. Something to hope to be someday. And even if you wake up waist deep in shit, you remember that you’ve got Andraste in your corner, rooting for you.”

“But the Chantry is the hands and voice of Andraste in the mortal realm.” Cassandra spoke her sentence reflexively. Something she had memorized, repeated, and always taken unexamined as fact.

“Is it?” He shook his head, “And the woman who march on Tevinter to free the slaves, in the company of mages and elves as equals. She would definitely be for in squabbling and politics that the Chantry has made famous.”

“Perhaps not.” Cassandra shifted, uncomfortable, “But perhaps…”

“Perhaps?”

“Perhaps that is why she sent us Ayla.”

“You think she’s really the Herald of Andraste?” Varric felt his eyebrows shoot up so fast he was worried they might fly off into the clouds.

“I am…” Cassandra faltered, “Unsure. But I cannot believe her appearance when we needed hope the most is coincidence.”

“You might have a point there. Time will tell.”

“And...the stories?” Cassandra asked.

“Of course.”

“Stories you tell, Varric?”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll at least have one tall tale to share over drinks when this is all over.” He shrugged, “But I’m no Brother. I’m not sure I should be getting mixed up in this religious shit.”

“That might be the best argument for why you should.”

“I’ll take that under advisement, Seeker.” Movement caught his eye, “I think we’ve finally got company.”

Bandits moved through the brush, almost undetectable, and completely unnoticed by the band of refugees that were making their way towards the crossroads. Just like recruit Belette had warned them. There was the soft whisper of metal and leather as Cassandra drew her sword beside him.

“What’s the plan, Seeker?” Varric cocked Bianca.

“Get their attention. Warn the refugees and distract the bandits so that I can get in amongst them.” Cassandra’s eyes were fixed on their target.

“I like everything about it except that I’m the distraction.”

“Varric.” Cassandra warned.

“I know, I know. Better me than the refugees. Fine.” Varric nodded at Cassandra to indicate he was ready.

The Seeker stalked off like a cat. Cassandra may be stilted and awkward in most social situations but on the battlefield? Pure poetry. He counted to three under his breath to give her a chance to get into position.

“Any blighters out there want a kiss from Bianca?” Varric yelled, standing up from where he’d been hiding in the brush.

The refugees froze and looked at him, confused. Varric fired off a shot into a clump of grasses hiding a bandit. There was a scream cut off by a wet thud. A few of the refugees looked to the grass, then back at him.

“You might want to think about running.” Varric answered their questioning stares before firing off a few more shots.

The bandits seemed to figure out what was going on the same time as the refugees and exploded onto the road as if they were propelled by a repulsion glyph. The refugees managed to get over their stunned druffalo act and started running.

He squeezed Bianca’s trigger, one, two, three more times. Bolts blossomed in fields of red in the chests of two more bandits. The third crumpled to the ground with the arrow piercing his knee. Those that remained of the bandits began focusing their attack on him.

This was a mistake as Cassandra emerged behind them, thrusting her sword clear through the chest of one, placing her boot on their back and kicking them off the blade as she turned and yelled who’s face became a mask of terror. The fight from that point was brief as he and Cassandra made short work of the bandits.

“I don’t think these were amateurs.” Varric toed a corpse, “Desperate and dumb usually doesn’t have access to good armor.”

“Agreed.” Cassandra knelt by a corpse, methodically going through their pockets, “We should ascertain their true purpose.”

They spent a few moments in silence, searching the dead bodies for clues. Varric took the opportunity to pocket anything he thought might be useful later. It was grisly, but you never knew when you’d next have the opportunity to replenish your bolts or stumble into the Deep Roads. The latter happened to him with astonishingly high regularity that at this point stealing health potions from dead bodies was less ‘morally grey’ and more ‘practical mindset’. One of the bandit’s pockets turned up an illuminating scrap of paper.

“Better take a look at this, Seeker.” He called out to Cassandra. She stood up, dusting off her knees and walked over to him, taking the note from his hand. She grunted when she finished reading it.

“Looks like someone’s bankrolling mercenaries to scare off potential witnesses.” Varric rubbed his jaw.

“Who would do such a thing?” Cassandra snarled.

“I’m more curious as to why. Maybe we should check out this villa the note mentions.”

“That is what I was thinking.” She started marching up the road in the direction the letter had indicated. Maker help any mercenaries they encountered on the way.

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