#portrait de chat

[francoise-larouge]

Le chat du samedi 26 aout

#photographers on tumblr #cat #chat #caterday #gato #gatto #cute cat #cats of tumblr #photographie animalière #animaux domestique #animals #felin #black and white #noir et blanc #portrait animalier #portrait de chat

[petitmonsieur1]

Tentation

#image #photography #photomontage #illustration #portrait #photo art #digital illustration #artists on tumblr #digital photography #photocomposition #cat #cat portrait #portrait de chat #chat gourmand #rouge gorge #robin #redbreast #greedy cat

[diioonysus]

cats + art

#i cant find the artist or the name of this one #let chat angora by jean honore fragonard #no title but by clement burlison #can't find title but its by albert ranney chewett #for these i cant seem to find the titles but i do know the artists #but this one is by arthur rackham #cat churning butter 14th century germany #carl kahler is the artist but he did all cat paintings so i cant find the exact name #in a roman osteria by carl heinrich bloch #still life with a cat and a mackerel on a table top by giovanni rivalta #feline friends by agnes m cowieson #the butterfly and the cat by lily martin spencer #katzchen am fressnapf by julius adam the younger #the sewing box by henriette ronner #white cat watching a butterfly by arthur heyer #the milk dish by alfred brunel de neuville #the first lap by helen cridland #best friends by leon jean basile perrault #portrait of julie manet by pierre-auguste renoir #girl with cat by nikolaevich kramskoy #the nosegay by ford madox brown #my wife's lovers by carl kahler #magdeleine pinceloup de la grange nee de parseval by jean-baptiste perronneau #the sleep of the child jesus by charles le brun #jeune femme et petit garcon tenant un chat by john hoppner #cat and a toy ball by sophie wohl sperlich #a man feeding a cat by unknown #kitchen still life with fish and cat by sebastian stoskopff #two young women wrapped in yukata after a bath by kitagawa utamaro #the trespassers surprise by morley e

[lionessleesha]

Mina_1040 by Théo

#PORTRAIT #DE #CHAT #flickr

[valky-and-x]

Buenos dias nacion Deathduer de Tumblr, Today I come to educate the community in another area (especially the Missaurios who doesn't know yet).

Mafer (Missa's girlfriend) also has a Hc cubito, and we associate her and her chat with the sea, She's a shark hybrid/mermay, and her chat is often represented as frogs (do not tell me that it doesn't make sense bc we don't know either) and on top of that we put her the title of Goddess of the sea.

As you may see, here are the 3 forms I usually draw her;

The human/shark hybrid: for when i dont want to draw her tail or when she's not underwater.

The mermay/shark hybrid: For when she is directly underwater or for a cute under the sea topic.

And The Tall mermay/shark: For when she's in her goddess mode.

And the best part, she does streams too (MafferRocha on Twitch for everyone who is curious) and she sees and collects all the fanart she finds (rather is a portrait or based in this Hc).

Alright, why is she important to the deathfamily? Because she herself has said that if one day she gets into the QSMP, she will gladly take care of the eggs; and imagine a cute scenario where she takes care of chayanne and tallulah while the other two are busy somewhere.

And that concludes the cultural statement of the death family today, Have a nice day.

#death family #missasinfonia #mafferrocha

[18thcenturythirsttrap]

how could one make the ideal football team using only frev figures?

Thank you so much for this ask, @citizen-card! I'm sorry it has taken me a little while to answer. Your question was sent to me during the anti-truth hour but tbh, creating a football team of FRev figures has been on my agenda for some time.

I present… MONTAGNE F.C.

Montagne F.C., est. 1793, are an exciting team with an attacking ethos but also strong in defence (of the patrie). They tend to play in the popular modern 4-3-3 formation, which morphs into a 4-3-2-1 in the final stages of attack with Fabre as the lone striker up front.

Goalkeeper: Hérault de Séchelles. Team heart-throb. At over 6' tall, has the reach to make saves across the width and height of the net. Tends to leave the field as soon as the final whistle has blown so that he has time to sign hundreds of portraits before heading off to some highly exclusive nightclub. Fabre always tries to tag along.

Left Fullback: Saint-Just. The youngest team member, just as well given the amount of running he has to do on the overlap. Wishes Robespierre would allow him to trust his own instincts more rather than constantly shouting, “Forward, forward – no, come back! Come back!” Has a good understanding with his right fullback counterpart Le Bas. Desmoulins lives rent-free in his head.

Centre Back: Desmoulins. Only plays here because he thinks he can leave most of the defensive work to Danton, which is interesting because Danton thinks he can leave most of the work to Desmoulins. Writes the official fan newsletter, gets annoyed that Robespierre keeps sending back articles covered in red ink. Sings “You’re shit, and you know you are” at Saint-Just, then pretends it was someone in the crowd. Robespierre often has to separate them in the tunnel at half-time.

Centre Back: Danton. Undoubted talent, but lazy a.f. Stands by one of the goalposts chatting with Hérault, only springing into action if there’s an imminent danger of the opponents scoring a goal. When he does decide to put in a tackle, he goes in studs up. Loudest voice on the pitch, constantly shouting at the lads up front to show more audacity in counterattack.

Right Fullback: Le Bas. Lovely clean player, never booked, never carded. Not flashy, but he runs his heart out for the team every game. Sometimes wishes he’d get as much attention in match reports as Saint-Just, but then pushes the idea out of his head and keeps smiling through. His Instagram account is basically pictures of his wife, their baby, and Saint-Just.

Left Midfielder: Marat. Pushing 50 and still an absolute demon on the attack. Nips around defenders easily, puts this down to his low centre of gravity. Runs an edgy underground fanzine. Team physio and doctor, takes a no-nonsense approach to injuries, believes everything can be cured by sponging off with cold water and vinegar. Gives Fabre a kick when he dives, claiming “it’ll do him good”.

Central Midfielder: Billaud-Varenne. Always turns up for training and matches with Collot d’Herbois. In rondos, has to be reminded to pass the ball to someone else once in a while. Does allegedly unscripted fun fan-meet videos with Collot.

Right Midfielder: Collot d’Herbois. Devises the scripts for the fun fan-meet videos he films with Billaud. Threatened to shoot a fan who tried to improvise. The archetypal loose cannon, as much of a menace to his team-mates as to the opposition. Once tried to throw Robespierre over an advertising hoarding for windows.

Left Winger: Maximilien Robespierre. Self-appointed player-manager. Did all his coaching certificates, attended at least one course twice “to make sure I’ve taken it all in”. Obsessive in preparation for matches, likes to have a week analysing the opposition before he presents his tactics to the team. Doesn’t like overly physical play, says 99% of the game is won by character. Often booked for arguing with the referee for so long, it gets dark. Cult icon with the female fans, nobody – least of all him – is quite sure why.

Right Winger: Augustin 'Bonbon' Robespierre. His brother’s biggest fan and cheerleader, but a gifted player in his own right. More physically courageous in attack than Maximilien, also has something of a reputation as a talent-spotter. Reckons he saw a player who might be “the next big thing” down in Toulon.

Striker: Fabre d’Églantine. Fancies himself as much as he wishes everyone else fancied him. Posts daily (but suspiciously short) topless workout videos on his Instagram. Hérault always puts three laugh emojis in the comments. Feigns injury to try and win penalties, a nightmare for Robespierre who’s convinced he’ll be red carded for fakery one of these days. Dives, rolls and wails shamelessly. Should spend longer in the shower after matches.

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At some point I might get round to drawing the team, team kit and badge, etc... But yep, that's my FRev starting 11!

#montagne f.c. #french revolution football au #frev #frev shitposting #french revolution #football

[icarusbetide]

some of my group chat's obscure and inaccurate amrev (hamilton centric) fancasts part 1

the result of five students procrastinating and commenting "hey this guy could play hamilton". not very accurate and based on vibes. we are not scouting agents for good reason.

Alexander Hamilton

We know from people's descriptions and portraits that he most likely: had very red hair, was 5 ft 7-ish, and was slender with a "fine figure". Fun fact, some historians say that people calling him 'small' was more in regards to his slimness than his height, which was more or less average at that time period. Need to find a source for that.

From paintings we do see that he had a prominent nose...and perhaps more of a pointed chin with a slim face, as a young man? It seemed to have broadened out with age. Portraits of him seem wildly inconsistent, and the one Betsey said was very like him was later in life. Damn you Charles Wilson Peale, you never got his face right! tbh I didn't see much of Hamilton's face (especially young Hamilton) in amc Turn's Sean Haggerty who had too much of a round face, and I think he was casted based off of the peale painting lmao.

And of course, who can forget his beautiful beautiful anime blue-violet eyes. Abigail Adams saw the devil in them, Fisher Ames seems to have spent way too much time staring into them. Both accounts can be seen as complimentary.

I've yet to find an actor that really captures an older Hamilton well, so I'm not even going to go there. Honestly, i've yet to find a really spot-on young Hamilton either, so I have no fan-cast. But my friend has one she advocates for a lot:

Tom Blyth based on these specific paintings (and a de-aged one with dark hair). Her words: "he has really piercing blue eyes and we know he can pull off lighter hair from the hunger games movie! he's also very slender which would work well, even though he's pretty tall. we can do perspective work with height it's okay."

And apparently Hamilton's son (William? it's not Philip right) looked quite a bit like him. And in the sketch below I think we can see Blyth's face there!

Not too bad, I think. Especially since his face seems to have filled out more. Main concern is if the hypothetical project would characterize Hamilton well, and if he'd deliver that complicated energy lol. He is charismatic so a point in his favor?

Valentijn Dijkman is another one of my friend's fancasts so I don't know much about him besides the screenshots they shared. Apparently he is a model and tiktoker, and he certainly checks the ginger + blue eyes requirements! A bit of a yassified Hamilton, I think, but some contemporaries called him almost feminine and some descriptions of him are wild so that might be okay.

Elizabeth Hamilton

Now, we know that Betsey was very petite and had lovely dark curls and eyes that Hamilton and even Tilghman, I believe, commented on. It seems like she had a slim face and a strong T-zone. Even in the portraits we see her dark eyes. Portraits of her when she was younger:

My personal fav fan cast is actually Meg Tilly, specifically Meg Tilly in Valmont 1983. She has the dark hair and dark eyes and her facial structure itself is also similar enough to me.

There's also something in her performance here that would serve well for Elizabeth - a sweetness and patient quality plus a hidden playful streak.

John Laurens

We are all stumped for him lmao. We don't have a lot of paintings of him and the main one is a Charles Peale and I don't trust him 100%. We do know he was most likely blonde, taller than Hamilton, and was very handsome.

Coward's way out. Seth Numrich is a popular one and I wouldn't be angry about it!

George Washington

It ain't accurate but I loved Ian Kahn's Washington so much that I don't care. He's way too hot to be Washington but let's just pretend it's that hero-worship coming through.

And to round it all out, Turn Lafayette was also suprisingly accurate in face shape I think. You can see we ran out of steam at the end.

#alexander hamilton #historical hamilton #fancast #george washington #elizabeth hamilton #john laurens #marquis de lafayette

[vaelyane]

🇬🇧 Hello there! 👀 It will soon be my good friend @violettenouvel's birthday, and I finished a portrait of her prickly Faelinn for the occasion! Happy Birthday, my kind bean. Thank you so much for your friendship and the wonderful times we've had watching films and chatting away far into the night. May this new year of your life bring you nothing but the joy you deserve! (And I can't wait to see the rest of your story aaaAAAA)

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 🇫🇷 Bien le bonsoir ! C'est bientôt l'anniversaire de ma chère amie @violettenouvel, et j'ai terminé un portrait de son intense Faelinn pour l'occasion ! Joyeux anniversaire, ma bonne patate. Merci pour cette belle amitié et les moments formidables que nous avons partagés. Que cette nouvelle année t'apporte toute la joie que tu mérite ! (Et j'ai hâte de voir le reste de l'histoire aaaAAAA)

#fantasy portrait #lady fay #fan art #digital painting #medieval fantasy #roses #character portrait #fae #fairy #my digital art tag

[0011martina]

7 cats from Musée d'Orsay + 1 from Musée de l'Orangerie

Olympia (1863) by Édouard Manet Woman with a cat (1912) by Pierre Bonnard The white cat (1894) by Pierre Bonnard The Painter's Studio (1855) by Gustave Courbet Oscar (2023) by Nathanaëlle Herbelin Emmanuelle et Efi (2024) by Nathanaëlle Herbelin Chat noir (2020) by Nathanaëlle Herbelin Portrait of Madame M. (1896) by Henri Rousseau

#cats #art #fine art #painting #Musee d'Orsay #Musee de l'Orangerie #Édouard Manet #Edouard Manet #Pierre Bonnard #Gustave Courbet #Nathanaëlle Herbelin #Henri Rousseau

[francoise-larouge]

Le chat du samedi 3 juin 2023 ©FrançoiseLarouge.

#caterday #photographers on tumblr #photographie animalière #black cat #chat #gatto #animal #félin #noir et blanc bnw #portrait de chat #animals

[petitmonsieur1]

En terrasse

#photography #image #illustration #photomontage #portrait #photo art #digital illustration #artists on tumblr #photocomposition #image sonore #image animée #animated art #sound image #chats noirs #black cats #smoker #fumée #bruits de rue

[thedarknesssings]

Prompt 1: Inheritance

Prompt 1: Envoy - FFXIV Write 2023 Characters: Arafel de Courcelle, Noctine de Sarmantoix, Seviere. Content Warning: Murder, torture, blood, cursing.

The metal of the locks and hinges screamed before giving way. The doors slammed open, dangling from their hinges. The eyes of the older elezen standing in the hallway bulged at the sight of the man straightening his clothing on his doorstep.

Something about the calm veneer of this stranger’s appearance sent a chill down Noctine's spine. A black suit tailored to fit his form to perfection garbed the man. A white, lace cravat blossomed at his throat and leather gloves creaked as they folded over the top of the silver octopus handle of his cane.

“Ser Noctine de Sarmantoix, I presume?” The man smiled, a slight curl at the corner of his lips. The expression never touched his eyes, leaving them as crisp as his voice. “My name is Arafel de Courcelle. May I come in?”

Noctine straightened his spine, a scoffing sound coming from him. Pure bluster as his hand shook when he gestured to the old housekeeper standing a few fulms behind him. “Get my sword.” His gaze came around to lock on Arafel, the blue of his eyes dull pin points. Noctine wasn’t a handsome man, not anymore. Age and anger etched his face in hard lines. “How dare you come in here like this! Get out of here before I call the guard.”

The old woman scurried away. Arafel stepped forward, over the threshold. Noctine backed away a pace.

“I never said you could come in. Get out! Get out! Villain.” Noctine spat out the words, red rising up his throat into his face. Spittle splattered from his ample lips. He backed away further, ducking into the parlour. The only weapon his hand found was the fire poker.

Arafel laughed, mirth finally creeping into his crimson gaze. “Unlike some, I don’t require manners to be met before I walk in your door. He’ll be here soon. We can all chat.”

“He? He who?” Noctine stepped behind an overstuffed armchair, using it like some sort of shield from the handsome man wandering into his parlour. One might think Arafel there for tea by the leisurely way he strolled in, cane ticking lockstep.

“Why,” Arafel tipped his head up to peer at the large framed picture above the fireplace. Noctine in his prime, garbed in armour, a once loved soldier and decorated knight of the Holy See. “Your son. You see, He’s been in my care for sometime. Recent events caused me to realize just how much he means to me, like the son I never had. Time is a cruel master, Noctine.”

“That scum? Selfish and spoilt. I should’ve tossed him out years ago.” Noctine hissed the words out, pure venom lacing his voice. “He’s not welcome here.” The poker thumped down on the top of the armchair to punctuate his words.

“Toss him out?” Arafel’s eyes widen, his gaze darting around the room. “Of his own house?”

“It’s -my- house. Mine!” A sneer stained Noctine's face.

Arafel shook his head, the cane rising a notch off the floor. The rubies inlaid as the octopus’s eyes glowed as he channeled aether through them. Fire exploded across the portrait, hungrily devouring the oil paint and scorching the canvas beneath. “Not for much longer.”

“Arafel?” A voice whispered behind him.

Arafel turned to find a pair of black and white eyes staring at him. The bard’s mouth was agape, teeth chattering with the anxiety riding through his system. Seviere crept closer to him. The nearer he got to Noctine, the more the bard seemed to curl into himself. Anger flared in Arafel’s gaze.

“He’s not welcome here!” Noctine exploded, forgetting himself enough to step out from behind the armchair toward Seviere. The bard flinched back, taking refuge behind Arafel’s form.

Lips peeled back from pearlesque teeth. “I say he is. Forever more.” Arafel’s smile was full of jagged teeth, sharp like a perfect predator.

The poker raised above Noctine’s head, his furious pace toward Arafel halting at that smile. “What the fuck are you?” He growled, his arms jerking like he was considering his options. Fight or flee.

Arafel gave him no choice. The man launched himself forward. One arm caught Noctine by the hair, the other snatched the poker out of his hand and flung it away. The strangled sound Noctine let out accompanied the bone snapping in his arm when Arafel grasped him around the bicep. A ragdoll in a puppeteer’s hands. “Shall I make him suffer, Seviere? Like he has you.”

“N-no!” Seviere stuttered the words out. The bard fell to his knees, hands planting on the carpet. The poker was lodged deep in the wall just beyond him. “No, please, Arafel. Not like this.” Tears choked the words in his throat. His gaze jerked between the vampire and the man in his hands. “Please. He can’t hurt me if you’re around.”

“I’ll see you pay for this, Seviere! How dare you! How dare you bring your filth here!” Noctine screeched. His feet kicked at Arafel, trying to find purchase to pull away. The one good arm he had still punched into Arafel’s chest repeatedly. Anyone else and Noctine’s fight may have found success.

Arafel clicked his tongue in reprimand toward Noctine. “Such vicious things to say to such a sweet lad. How he turned out so well is beyond me having heard so much about you, Ser Sarmantoix. Consider me an envoy and I’ll have peace in your family. For once.”

“You fuck—“

“No!”

The crunch of teeth breaking flesh filled the room. The copper scent of blood rushing from the gaping wound silenced the obscenities on Noctine’s tongue. Arafel wasn’t neat or kind. He yanked his teeth out, splattering blood along the way. His bite had just missed the artery. Noctine was in no danger of bleeding out yet.

“Disgusting. You taste as foul as your personality insists.” He spat the blood out on the carpet.

His grip shifted from Noctine’s hair to around his throat. No mind was given to the bard tugging at Arafel’s coat tails, the soft sobbing pleas answered only by the gentle pet of his hand over Seviere’s hair and cheek. Blood smeared over the pale skin and the white parts of his hair. Noctine struggled to extend his legs long enough to reach the floor, toes skittering and dancing across the carpet.

“Somehow, I’ll force myself. For Seviere’s sake.”

Noctine’s body landed heavily in the arm chair, a grunt torn from his throat. Arafel’s hand lifted, the poker in the wall shuddering prior to dislodging itself from the plaster and faded wallpaper. He caught it and propelled it forward into Noctine, pinning the man into the armchair through the soft part of his abdomen. Again, nothing that would kill him outright.

“Arafel, you don’t have to do this.”

“It’s long overdue, Seviere.” Arafel’s red eyes glowed, full of rage and hunger. His hand streaked more crimson across the bard’s black and white canvas. “Now watch as I put your nightmares to rest.”

The housekeeper never came back. Seviere knelt on the floor, trembling and crying, unable to pull his stricken gaze away from the scene of Arafel dismantling his father. Noctine’s cries, the sound of bones cracking, flesh rending, and the scent of blood ever growing eventually took its toll. He never saw the moment his father died or had any memory of how he climbed to his feet and fled from the house through the shattered front door.

The cold of the night was forever worse than the cold of the day in Ishgard.

#FFxivWrite2023 #Prompt 1 #writers on tumblr #ffxiv writers #elezen #ishgard #Seviere #Arafel #Noctine #death #murder #blood

[jojobegood1]

Ces chiens et chats attendent au refuge de Nargis : découvrez les portraits de Pop corn, Donuts, Petite, Lory, Lilas et Juliette - Nargis (45210) https://www.larep.fr/nargis-45210/actualites/ces-chiens-attendent-au-refuge-de-nargis-decouvrez-les-portraits-de_14489085/

🇨🇵⚠️🐕🐈‍⬛💔⚠️ URGENTISSIME ADOPTEZ SVP

[marie-chatelaine]

Lundi soir ...

Portrait abstrait d'un drôle de chat Sphinx sans poils perché sur l'épaule d'une jeune femme .. 🤗

- 📸 Rowena Naylor -

[bunsakashitajapanpaintings]

Sitting next to us at Saza was an American couple who came to Japan for the first time. They are documentary filmmakers from New York, and we enjoyed chatting and sketching. "Muffie and Ron" Saza Coffee Kitte Building Marunouchi, Tokyo Station, Japan Sailor fude de mannen fountain pen 55 degree nib and Kuretake Gansai watercolor on Rhodia A5 hot press portrait watercolor sketchbook Sketched live on location Tuesday December 5 2023

#uskjapan #uskla #urbansketchers #urbansketching #rhodiasketchbook #sailorfountainpen #usklosangeles #水彩画 #sketchbook #sketchbookdrawing #watercolor #croquis #sketching #citysketch #スケッチ #dessin #sketchdaily #aquarelle #Tebeos #アート #イラスト #kittemarunouchi #art #kuretakegansaitambi #tokyostation #sazacoffee

[randomnameless]

Bonjour ! Aussi pour les UA de Mercie et la Cheffe Suprême qui sont de lointains parents, ça pourrait aussi être que l'ancêtre de Mercie était la soeur / frère de Willy mais, qui aurait rejoint Némésis pour une raison x ? (Rhéa était une mauvaise influence capillaire pour Willy qui a commencé à porter des mulets)

Lycaon finit par glisser sur un couteau dans les escaliers qui lui rentre dans la poitrine par hasard, à chaque marche et passe par la fenêtre par accident avant de faire quoi que ce soit avec l'autre moitié de la famille, puis Hildegard I le saurait plus ou moins mais, ne les auraient pas éliminés malgré les repas de famille pourries car, elle savait que l'emblème de Seiros n'apparaitrait pas (et avait d'autres chats à fouetter avec Aegir ?) mais, Ionius n'aimait pas que d'autres personnes avaient les yeux violets alors, il a dégagé toute la famille ?

Haha, Cheffe Suprême ça fait très sectaire quand on y pense!

Rhea est toujours une mauvaise influence dès qu'on parle de cheveux, je suis sûre que c'est elle qui a insisté pour se teindre les cheveux, et a embarqué Seteth et Flayn dans cette masquarade, même si je tire mon chapeau pour Seteth, ça doit être compliqué de se teindre la barbe...

(Par contre leur teinture est mieux réussie que celle de Rhea, mais en regardant le désastre qu'est son portrait d'unité dans 3 Nopes, c'est pas bien compliqué de faire mieux qu'elle!)

Tu veux dire et si Lamine (ou son beau-fils/belle-fille?) était un membre de la famille Hresvelg? Rhea mentionne dans Nopes que Willy était un noble d'Enbarr avant de devenir Empereur (ou alors, contre-uno : Willy ferait partie de la famille de Lamine, et aurait atterrit à Enbarr pour une raison quelconque, puis aurait ensuite été adopté par des patriciens locaux?)

Hildegarde 1, très très tristoune après l'accident des 23 marches de son... grand-oncle?, aurait, peut-être, en effet, laissé les autres gus du nord tranquille si elle savait qu'ils ne seraient jamais des rivaux sérieux pour le trône de Willy puisque ne pouvant pas avoir d'emblèmes de Seiros - même si je trouve ça étrange qu'avoir un Emblème ce soit devenu la condition pour être Empereur ?

Ou alors, Derick von Aegir, qui a vu Hildegarde utiliser un oignon pour apparaître très très tristoune lors des funérailles de Lycaon, l'a menacée de raconter tout aux autres nobles du royaume, voire même à Willy, et a pu obtenir son duel pour gagner le trône tout en évitant les escaliers - et Hildegarde, se disant que quand même, pour éviter un prochain accident de la part de ses cousins, a essayé de monter un récit justifiant son ascension au trône -> Lycaon devait devenir Empereur parce qu'il était l'héritier l'un des héritiers de Wilhelm et de Seiros, il est mort d'une maladie l'ayant déséquilibré et entrainé sa chute dans les escaliers, mais dans ses derniers moments, son petit demi grand-oncle adoré lui a dit qu'il voulait qu'elle lui succède. C'est totalement vrai, demandez à son Vestra!

Mais pour éviter une future incertitude pour l'avenir de l'Empire, Hildegarde, après avoir écrasé Derick, annonce au monde (les gens importants hein, donc Enbarr) que dorénavant, le futur Empereur sera l'aîné de ses héritiers - évidemment avec un emblème de Seiros pour bien montrer que oui oui oui, les membres de cette lignée descend bien de Seiros et Willy (même si leurs oreilles sont rondes, mais ça, ça va aussi être éludé parce que quand même, vous imaginez prétendre descendre d'une chose inhumaine? De toutes façons, qui savait que Lycaon avait des oreilles pointues? Et comme Seiros a récupéré ses restes, personne ne le saura jamais, étant donné que les "agents pathogènes" qui ont mené à la chute de la créature dans l'escalier ont eux aussi, eu divers accidents :( ).

Plusieurs années passent, et Ionius qui a peur de ne pas avoir d'enfants avec emblème (son premier bâtard n'a pas d'emblème, et celui de Hans 2, l'héritier de son épouse légitime, n'est qu'un emblème mineur! Et puis Hans 2 a besoin de lunettes, la honte!) voit d'un mauvais œil ces "cousins lointains" qui peuvent lui voler le trône, si jamais Hans 2 meurt (apparemment les escaliers sont maudits? C'est une vieille légende familiale!) et qu'aucun de ses enfants n'a d'emblème de Seiros (une de ses concubines lui a donné un gosse avec un emblème de Cethleann! Il a voulu la répudier, mais sa famille a fait de gros yeux et Vestra lui a dit que ce n'était pas faisable!), ces "cousins" qui se sont mélangés à des sauvages du Nord quand même! (oui, la généalogie complète de la lignée Hresvelg s'est perdue en route) ne vont pas s'asseoir sur son trône si le critère "possession d'un Emblème de Seiros" tombe et que seul celui de "descend de Willy" compte!

(Et puis il n'aime pas, de toutes façons, cette idée d'avoir un emblème en commun avec l'autre chose là-bas, de Garreg Mach, ça a quand même autorisé la création du Royaume des Barbares, au détriment de l'Empire! Un nouveau conseiller, Chilon?, lui a dit que c'était possible de changer d'emblème et d'en avoir un plus puissant? C'est une possibilité à étudier plus tard.)

Bref, l'idée, c'est de démolir la famille qui a accueilli la femme du nord, et de la remarier avec un noble bien bouseux (les Bartels descendent d'un équarisseur qui a été anobli du temps de son arrière grand-père pour avoir éventré un sauvage de Brigid au colisée avec une fourche!), comme ça si jamais il y a un gamin aux yeux mauves, il descendra d'un bouseux, et ne sera jamais une menace pour sa dynastie.

Dedel se souvient juste que pôpa lui avait dit que les Bartels c'était de la vermine, alors quand Emile en fait de la chair à pâté, c'est tant mieux, mais bon, il faudrait pas non plus qu'il devienne important, alors on lui donne une armure et on lui fait faire le sale boulot, comme son arrière-arrière grand père, d'équarisseur.

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Dans un UA où tout le monde survit, avec des largesses temporelles, les repas de famille c'est Willy avec ses cousins Lamine/Martritz, les enfants de ses premières conquêtes et ses frères et soeurs, Seiros/Rhea, Lycaon et les Nabatéens.

Les Nabatéens sont un peu froids avec Lamine et les Martritz parce qu'apparemment il y aurait eu du mauvais sang entre l'un des leurs et Lamine elle-même, les humains Hresvelgs sont en froid avec les Nabatéens parce que Willy ne vit pas avec eux parce qu'il préfère Seiros et c'est de sa faute à elle de toutes façons (Rhea caca!) qui manipule le pauvre Tonton/Père Willy et elle va lui prendre tout son argent (qui leur revient à eux!) et leur gamin va hériter de son poste super important de je ne sais quoi, mais c'est super important - mais les Hresvelgs n'aiment pas les Lamine/Martitz non plus parce que ce sont des "pouilleux".

Willy essaie de faire en sorte que tout le monde s'entend, Rhea de même (sauf avec la cousine/soeur de Willy Lamine), mais un drame survient quand Dedel, la nièce de Willy, pousse "accidentellement" Lycaon qui fait une chute de tricycle. Sa tante Hildegarde affirme qu'il est tombé tout seul, et "l'enquête" ne va pas plus loin, mais Lycaon refuse de jouer avec sa cousine Dedel et préfère jouer avec son autre cousine Cethleann.

#lilias42 #fodlan nonsense #Fodlan AU #lizard family time? #à ce rythme il me faut une généaologie des Hresvelgs pour ne plus m'y perdre #Rhea qui lit les bêtises de Hresvelgs sur leur origo gentis #'mais non qu'est ce qu'ils racontent???' #Jeralt l'a surprise plus d'une fois pester en lisant un bouquin sur la famille impériale #Hildegarde 1 était visionnaire! mais c'est elle qui a mis la règle d'emblème + famille principale hreselvg pour hériter du trone #la règle que soit disant dedel ne veut plus #quand ça ne l'arrange plus bien sûr :) #après les repas de famille complètement loufoques chez Rhea Seteth se dit qu'il restera à faire les siens sur la cote avec sa famille #Ce qu'on ne dit pas c'est qu'Hildegarde affirme que le tricycle est défectueux ce qui agace Macuil parce que hey #c'est lui qui l'a acheté pour son neveu idiot #et ça fait plein d'histoires #french post #Is it the Wilhelm hour? #Adrestia stuff