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Samilin-Corrath-Gahar
(in canon vs. in my fic)
For those who don't remember him, Samilin is the captain of the Andalite assault ship Ascalin, the vessel that rescued the Animorphs while en route to reinforce the Andalite forces on Leera.
And Samilin is also a traitor : he sabotages the battle in order to ensure the victory of the Yeerks—or at least that of Visser Four, "a close friend of Visser Three."
The problem? No reason is ever given for his betrayal. Absolutely none.
Among the plausible theories, it's possible that he was infested by a Yeerk. In #8: The Alien, Alloran tries to warn Ax: "They have infiltrated... they are on the home world...", a statement that could suggest he isn't the only Andalite-Controller.
But you might say it would be pretty difficult to hide a Kandrona generator aboard a ship full of extremely vigilant Andalite warriors. And that's true.
However, during the Bookclub, Emeraldmew pointed out something interesting: the two books immediately preceding #18: The Decision (#16: The Warning and #17: The Underground) both introduce alternative methods of feeding Yeerks without Kandrona rays.
Personally, while I think that argument deserves consideration, I prefer to file the idea of a Samilin-Controller under the category of KASU (Katherine Applegate Screwed Up), considering that the whole Yeerks-infiltrating-the-Andalite-homeworld storyline was later completely abandoned—or even outright contradicted (still in The Decision, Ax panics when he sees Visser Three morph a kafit, whereas in The Andalite Chronicles, Elfangor tells us that acquiring kafit DNA is part of basic military training.)
So let's assume that Samilin is not a Controller and that he acted of his own free will. That makes understanding his actions a bit more complicated, doesn't it?
If we summarize everything we know about him... well, there really isn't much.
Samilin sacrifices his entire ship without showing the slightest emotion. That's pretty horrifying when you think about it. We're talking about an Andalite who climbed the military ranks and spent weeks traveling—perhaps months, maybe even years, depending on how long he had commanded the Ascalin—alongside Andalites he had gotten to know and with whom he must have formed bonds.
Granted, he's a high-ranking military officer, which implies a certain degree of detachment and a willingness to do what must be done. Even so, he condemns his own soldiers to death without batting an eye.
And while doing so, he delivers a line that suggests the battle was already lost anyway, even if he hadn't sided with the Yeerks:
But there's another passage that especially caught my attention:
It's essentially from that passage that I tried to build my own version of Captain Samilin.
In my AU, he first appears in Chapter 28, when Erkis and Lena infiltrate the CrimsonStar, an Andalite dome ship (still unaware at that point that the vessel is commanded by Elfangor.)
Unlike his canonical counterpart, my version of Samilin is arrogant, prone to mood swings, and, like the rest of the crew, deeply shocked by Captain Elfangor's decision to declare a Yeerk an "honored guest" aboard the ship.
When I wrote the three CrimsonStar chapters, I was operating under the assumption that perhaps the canon Samilin hadn't actually had a choice when he betrayed his people. Maybe Visser Four—the Visser he appears to be serving—had some kind of leverage over him that we simply never learned about.
That's why, in my fic, I tried to give him a backstory in which he didn't really have a choice about joining the military either. He enlisted in order to restore the honor of his murdered brothers.
My idea (not exactly subtle, I'll admit, since you can see it coming a mile away) was that, when Erkis eventually hands him the person responsible for those murders so that he can finally have his revenge, Samilin would begin to develop some sympathy toward her.
EXCEPT—It doesn't work.
Not in terms of plot, in terms of credibility and character consistency.
Samilin reappears in Chapter 34. He's assigned to supervise Erkis during the trial, and naturally the two of them end up spending a lot of time together, giving me the opportunity to develop his character further.
The problem is that the more I write him, the more trouble his psychology gives me. To be completely honest, when Lena says that Samilin's reactions are completely incoherent, that's basically me, the author, speaking through her.
That's how badly stuck I've been. I spend my life rewriting every scene he's in, and I keep getting completely lost.
But—*miracle*—I've finally figured out what was bothering me. Up until now, I was stubbornly trying to make Samilin into a "good guy." In other words, my goal was to pull him away from the Andalites and turn him into an ally of Erkis and her cause. The problem is that this simply doesn't fit with his deepest aspirations, his convictions, or the events that shaped his life.
In Chapter 35 (currently being written), I'm finally starting to develop Samilin's personality in earnest. The chapter was originally supposed to be a brief pause in the trial focused on Elfangor and Erkis.
As it turns out, about 40% of the chapter will be dedicated to Samilin, and 60% to the non-relationship between Elfangor and Erkis. That wasn't the plan. But it's necessary.
So, in the end, my version of Samilin is currently neither an ally nor an enemy. At this point in the story—Chapter 35, then—he remains a disillusioned, emotional, and somewhat lost soldier. And now that I've finally figured out how he works (how am I not the one deciding that?), I fully intend to let him evolve. For better or for worse, however, remains to be seen...
What I do know is that, while I may include a few small nods to the canonical Samilin, "my" Samilin will ultimately have very little in common with KAA's version!
One of the things I’ve been meaning to do for a while now: update my map of the Yeerk Empire. I’ve made a lot of progress on my fic since the first version, so it was about time to tweak a few things.
Not a ton of changes, just:
I moved the Yeerk, Taxxon, and Hork-Bajir homeworlds around a bit, because it’s going to matter (for a tiny paragraph in the middle of a chapter no one will notice). That’s just my nitpicky side—I can’t stand fantasy novels where the heroes somehow cross 300 kilometers in two days... Okay, I didn’t go so far as to double-check all my travel distances either, but you get the idea. (Anyway, canon says Z-Space can shift around so…🙃)
I added three new worlds: Makersa (Mak homeworld), Solerki, and an unnamed Andalite colony. The first two will only get a brief mention, but I still think they’re important enough to place on the map. The third one will be where the Ongachic lab arc ends—but for now, I’m not ready to give it a name.
On that note, I'm going back to my fic, hoping to post a new chapter before Friday 🤞
This morning, I was surprised to wake up to about twenty notifications because this post had been reblogged (thanks to thejakeformerlyknownasprince, and to everyone who reblogged it afterward ❤️)
It made me smile a lot, because by pure coincidence, I finished updating this map yesterday and only didn't post it because I was feeling lazy 😅
Since it's never too late to do things properly, here's Version 3:
The main changes concern the Andalite worlds. Back when I made V2, I hadn't yet settled on the idea of Andalite space being made up of the Birthworld and several Colonies operating more or less like American states [more details in this post].
I also moved Earth so that it's closer to the Taxxon homeworld. It wouldn't have made much sense to place them on opposite ends of the map: if the Skrit Na chose to stop on the Taxxon homeworld after abducting Loren and Chapman, it's probably because that world was relatively nearby.
As a bonus, this also takes into account a comment someone once made to me regarding #26. When the Animorphs are on the Iskoort homeworld, Ax says:
<We are more than five hundred million light years from Earth. Before the Yeerks could spread a tenth of this distance they would have had to swallow not only Earth, but my planet as well.>
Visser Three: "HA HA! I have discovered the books written by the so-called Animorphs! I now know all their secrets! They think they can protect their identities by not telling their last names or where they live, BUT LOOK! Marco says he is the son of Visser One's host! THE FOOL! This means his last name is…" Visser Three: "Is…" Visser Three: "…" Visser Three: *hates Visser One so much he never bothered to learn her host's name* Visser Three: *can't reveal he doesn't know to his subordinates* Visser Three: "These books are obviously lies written by the real Andalite bandits. But I'm too smart to fall for them."
Yo Edorielle,
When you translate your fic into English, how much do you have to change to make it “fit”?
Hi,
First of all, sorry it took me so long to reply (almost a month, I'm ashamed! 🫣)
That's a complicated question. ^^
To begin with, translators are generally supposed to work from a foreign language into their native language. In my case, my native language isn't English but French. And that's where things get messy.
If I'm being honest with myself, I'd say my English reading comprehension is pretty decent, but my writing skills are a lot shakier. Thankfully, these days there are plenty of online tools that help make up for that. DeepL has basically become my best friend. Linguee is great for vocabulary, and Reverso is incredibly useful when I'm looking for the right expression or a more natural way to phrase something.
One of the things I pay the most attention to is idioms and wordplay. Fortunately, a lot of expressions translate fairly easily, but sometimes I run into situations where there's just no good solution. A good example is Lena and Erkis's arrival on Erguan:
< Gardons les pieds sur Terre, Lena. Le plus dur reste encore à faire…> < J’aimerais bien qu’ils y soient, sur Terre, mes pieds ! >
Erkis tells Lena to keep her feet << on Earth >> (on the ground), and Lena replies that she'd very much like them to actually be on Earth.
The problem is that in English, the wordplay doesn't work properly where the French use the same word for both Earth and ground.
I was also pretty sad to lose one of Riaami's lines when Lena explains chess to her:
— Dans le jeu originel, on appelle ces pièces-là les fous… — Cela me semble approprié.
In this scene, all the chess pieces have been adapted into a "Yeerk version." The king becomes a Kandrona, the queen a Yeerk, the knight a Hork-Bajir, the rook a Taxxon, and the pawns Gedds. The bishops are replaced by humans.
In French, the bishop is called a "fou". Originally, that means a court jester, but in modern French it's also the adjective for "crazy" or "mad."
So Riaami is basically seizing the opportunity to insult humans (which is very much in character for her), but that joke simply doesn't survive the translation.
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Anyway, I could go on for hours about all the little translation problems I've run into, but this post is already long enough.
There are definitely things I'd like to go back and fix. For example, I occasionally gave distances in kilometers before realizing that miles would make far more sense. It's the sort of silly mistake that frustrates me in hindsight.
But my biggest regret—the one mistake that genuinely bothers me the most—is not keeping "grub" as the canonical term for baby Yeerks. In that case, the French translation of Animorphs completely misled me and sent me down the wrong path. Unfortunately, it's a bit late to change it now, and I really can't be bothered to go back and edit every occurrence. (Maybe someday… assuming I actually finish this fic first 🙃)
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TL;DR: I spend a lot of time complaining about the French translation of Animorphs because it's full of mistakes and occasional mistranslations… but I've pretty clearly done even worse.
A post that has nothing to do with Animorphs today… I just wanna share this with you :
That's all… you can go back to your regularly scheduled activities.
(As for me, I'm gonna get back to writing. :) )
The new chapter is here! Sorry it took so long. Andalite politics… it's complicated.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary : Erkis and Lena have arrived on Andarise, one of the planets of the Andalite world, where the trial initiated by Elfangor is set to take place. But before she can take part in it, Erkis finds herself compelled to undergo a ritual she never expected.
The Andalite looked down at me. She stepped around Safogir's unconscious body and descended into the hollow of the scoop. I raised my dagger in warning, but she stopped well out of reach. She bent her knees in a respectful greeting. < My name is Sarinia. > "I know." < You know me? > she asked, surprised. "Sarinia-Istil-Corrath," I recited. "Leader of an activist group in rebellion against the Electorate. Your authorities consider you a terrorist. Your organization stands accused of disseminating false information on a massive scale with the aim of undermining troop morale and causing public unrest." < We only tell the truth! > Sarinia protested. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. "You helped Elfangor with his investigation and enabled him to discover who on the civilian side was involved in the Ongachic affair." < You're well informed. > "It's my job to be." For several moments, Sarinia said nothing. She was studying me with new eyes now, apparently realizing that I might not be as harmless as she'd assumed. Whatever she'd expected from me, I seemed to be making her uneasy. < Our group is called Bark-Eshir. > "An interesting name." < It's Hork-Bajir. But you already know that, don't you? Bark means truth, in the sense of what is real or literal. Esh means to see; with the nominal suffix -ir, it becomes something that is seen. > "Which could be very roughly translated as 'seeing what is real' or 'seeing the truth.'" < We chose that name after discovering the scale of the genocide committed against the Hork-Bajir people. > "Your group fought to expose the truth. But your government succeeded in portraying you as liars manipulated by our agents." < We never managed to obtain justice. The High Command stood by Alloran-Semitur-Corrass. They preserved his military status and concealed his crimes from our people. But we did convince a number of our fellow citizens that the Electorate is lying about the war. Since then, we've worked tirelessly to find the truth amid the propaganda, whether military or political. > I nearly laughed. A "number of fellow citizens" probably meant a few hundred Andalites, perhaps a thousand at most. Hardly enough to threaten their government.
Say, what’re your thoughts on the Animorphs: The Movement fic?
I've been following this fic faithfully every Sunday since the very first chapters, and I really enjoy it! I especially love how well it captures the '90s atmosphere <3
Having talked a bit with the author, we seem to be more or less on the same wavelength regarding the ending of Animorphs and the issues surrounding it (by the way, the post he made on r/Animorphs about Jake's fascistic attitude in the last two books is interesting; whether you agree with it or not, it's thoughtful and well-argued).
I'm really, really curious to see what direction this fic is going to take, given the similarities with my own fic. I think The Movement is going to lean toward a more revolutionary theme, and personally, that's not necessarily what I plan to focus on. So I'm looking forward to seeing where it goes :)
Good news: I recently finished writing Chapter 36 of Visser Two. That means Chapter 35 should be posted soon (as soon as I get around to translating it)
Bad news: This morning I completely cracked up. So, instead of making progress, I came up with… this.
Don’t ask me where this idea came from. I really have no idea. Maybe it’s my Yirk Créa messing with my brain again (I hate her, really T_T)
Anyway, I hope this at least puts a smile back on your face if you’ve had a bad day.
*Vague=Wave in French
War Prince alloran
Commissioned fanart by alloran9466 on reddit, drawn by me
#ohwow
SUPER old yeerk sculpture i made
it was made with kiln fire clay and acrylic paints :3 i made it about a yeer-k ago
The sinking game
The warmth of the substrate enveloped me. If I could have shouted with joy, I would have. Riaami hadn’t lied. It was thick and clay-like, with a vegetal aftertaste. I could sense notes of grass and tree bark.
I used my sonar. There were a lot of people around me. Far too many. I wasn’t used to such close proximity anymore.
I moved away from the dock, only to sense someone charging straight at me before colliding with me deliberately.
« Well? » Riaami asked in the tactile-ultrasonic language we used in the Pools.
« I like it, » I replied.
« Het Simplat is a thousand times better—you’ll see. »
She could have swum off after that, going her own way. But she stayed close to me, and I didn’t try to move away.
Under our natural forms, touch, along with sonar, became the most important of all our senses. Unlike humans, or sexual creatures in general, physical contact was not a particular sign of intimacy for us. However, in some cases, it could symbolize mutual respect and trust.
« Game on! » Riaami suddenly exclaimed before darting away, disappearing into the mass of Yeerks swarming around us.
Game on? She wanted to play?
I tried to follow her, but there were far too many Yeerks around me. I couldn’t move more than a few inches without having to dodge someone.
Suddenly, a mass collided with me, sending me plummeting several inches in the depths of the pool. It vanished again before I could react.
The sinking game. Was that what she wanted to play? Oh, fine then!
I knew this game inside and out. I mastered it to perfection. My siblings on Tanxoga had long since stopped challenging me. They’d learned I’d always remain unbeatable!
Except for Sendish. He’d managed to beat me once. Just once. Since then, he’d kept trying, over and over…
The goal was simple: force your opponent to touch the bottom of the pool to win.
Riaami came charging at me again, colliding head-on to push me downward. She was using the same clumsy, unsubtle technique as my siblings.
I let her do it, sometimes dodging, sometimes pretending to struggle upward, just enough so she wouldn’t feel manipulated.
The bottom of the pool drew dangerously close, but that was exactly what I wanted. It was now only a few palps below me.
Her next attack would be decisive. I had to be ready and calculate my move carefully. The substrate here was thicker than on Tanxoga, offering more resistance. I’d need to move faster and use more force.
Riaami dived at me from behind. I veered aside, and she collided with my flank, sending me rolling onto my back in the sludge. She was carried forward by her own momentum and was now slightly below me, to my left.
I lunged at her. But instead of ramming into her head-on as she had done to me, I stretched my body out lengthwise, as I did when entering a host, and wrapped myself around her. Then I swam with all my might toward the bottom of the pool.
She struggled. But couldn’t break free.
« Game over! » I exclaimed.
I released her and swam away, rising half-way up in the pool.
Moments later, she joined me, swimming alongside me.
« You’re sneaky, » she said.
« I like to surprise. »
Once again, she pressed herself against me. We lay belly to belly, our bodies touching end to end.
They say that when they touch, some Yeerks can connect with each other in the same way they connect to the brains of their hosts. That the neurons making up their bodies can communicate, allowing them to share a unique, mind-to-mind link.
They say that’s what happens during the reproductive fusion. That’s what they say... Young Yeerks flee from such contact, terrified by the idea. Older Yeerks, however, tend to seek it out.
Riaami’s lower palps brushed lightly against mine, very gently, almost timidly.
I froze, shocked by her audacity. That was an intimate gesture.
Too intimate for me.
« What do you want from me, Riaami? We can’t be friends! »
I pulled away and walked off, disappearing into the crowd of our fellow Yirks and heading straight for the reinfestation docks.
No, we couldn’t be friends. Not in this life, anyway. Not as long as she remained a convict sentenced to hard labor and I her jailer.
-- Visser Two, chapter 13
Since I love getting sidetracked, I put aside the illustration I started the other day (The Living Hive) to jump into a new one.
Well… I have mixed feelings about the result. Let’s just say I still have plenty of room for improvement 😅 Texturing and lighting in 3D are seriously COMPLICATED, and I’m going to have to get a much better handle on them if I want to tackle more complex scenes.
That said, I’m pretty happy with my little Yeerk. The first attempts I made a few months ago were… pretty disastrous, but I’ve finally found a design I like.
I hope you like it too :)
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The sinking game
Blender & Photoshop
The sinking game
The warmth of the substrate enveloped me. If I could have shouted with joy, I would have. Riaami hadn’t lied. It was thick and clay-like, with a vegetal aftertaste. I could sense notes of grass and tree bark.
I used my sonar. There were a lot of people around me. Far too many. I wasn’t used to such close proximity anymore.
I moved away from the dock, only to sense someone charging straight at me before colliding with me deliberately.
« Well? » Riaami asked in the tactile-ultrasonic language we used in the Pools.
« I like it, » I replied.
« Het Simplat is a thousand times better—you’ll see. »
She could have swum off after that, going her own way. But she stayed close to me, and I didn’t try to move away.
Under our natural forms, touch, along with sonar, became the most important of all our senses. Unlike humans, or sexual creatures in general, physical contact was not a particular sign of intimacy for us. However, in some cases, it could symbolize mutual respect and trust.
« Game on! » Riaami suddenly exclaimed before darting away, disappearing into the mass of Yeerks swarming around us.
Game on? She wanted to play?
I tried to follow her, but there were far too many Yeerks around me. I couldn’t move more than a few inches without having to dodge someone.
Suddenly, a mass collided with me, sending me plummeting several inches in the depths of the pool. It vanished again before I could react.
The sinking game. Was that what she wanted to play? Oh, fine then!
I knew this game inside and out. I mastered it to perfection. My siblings on Tanxoga had long since stopped challenging me. They’d learned I’d always remain unbeatable!
Except for Sendish. He’d managed to beat me once. Just once. Since then, he’d kept trying, over and over…
The goal was simple: force your opponent to touch the bottom of the pool to win.
Riaami came charging at me again, colliding head-on to push me downward. She was using the same clumsy, unsubtle technique as my siblings.
I let her do it, sometimes dodging, sometimes pretending to struggle upward, just enough so she wouldn’t feel manipulated.
The bottom of the pool drew dangerously close, but that was exactly what I wanted. It was now only a few palps below me.
Her next attack would be decisive. I had to be ready and calculate my move carefully. The substrate here was thicker than on Tanxoga, offering more resistance. I’d need to move faster and use more force.
Riaami dived at me from behind. I veered aside, and she collided with my flank, sending me rolling onto my back in the sludge. She was carried forward by her own momentum and was now slightly below me, to my left.
I lunged at her. But instead of ramming into her head-on as she had done to me, I stretched my body out lengthwise, as I did when entering a host, and wrapped myself around her. Then I swam with all my might toward the bottom of the pool.
She struggled. But couldn’t break free.
« Game over! » I exclaimed.
I released her and swam away, rising half-way up in the pool.
Moments later, she joined me, swimming alongside me.
« You’re sneaky, » she said.
« I like to surprise. »
Once again, she pressed herself against me. We lay belly to belly, our bodies touching end to end.
They say that when they touch, some Yeerks can connect with each other in the same way they connect to the brains of their hosts. That the neurons making up their bodies can communicate, allowing them to share a unique, mind-to-mind link.
They say that’s what happens during the reproductive fusion. That’s what they say... Young Yeerks flee from such contact, terrified by the idea. Older Yeerks, however, tend to seek it out.
Riaami’s lower palps brushed lightly against mine, very gently, almost timidly.
I froze, shocked by her audacity. That was an intimate gesture.
Too intimate for me.
« What do you want from me, Riaami? We can’t be friends! »
I pulled away and walked off, disappearing into the crowd of our fellow Yirks and heading straight for the reinfestation docks.
No, we couldn’t be friends. Not in this life, anyway. Not as long as she remained a convict sentenced to hard labor and I her jailer.
-- Visser Two, chapter 13
The Living Hive Project [WIP]
Well. It’s been two months now, and I still can’t seem to make any progress on the next chapter of Visser Two. It’s not like I don’t have the scenes in mind, it’s just… I don’t know, I’ve hit some kind of block when it comes to tackling Andalite society.
So, to clear my head a bit, I switched to another creative project I’ve wanted to try for a loooong time: illustrating certain scenes (in 3D, using Blender).
I’d already made a first attempt in 2D with Photoshop, and it wasn’t great. I have a bit of trouble with spatial representation, and honestly, working directly in 3D helps me a lot.
The problem, of course, is that I have to learn how to use the software first.
The scene I want to illustrate takes place in Chapter 3 of Visser Two: Erkis and Lena are carried off by rebel Taxxons and wake up at the foot of the Living Hive, where they come face to face with Arbron.
For now, I’ve only started modeling a Taxxon (which should become Arbron in the scene). Next step: the Hive, and then the cave.
Honestly, I have no idea how long this will take, or even if I’ll manage to see it through… But hey, at least I’ve already had a lot of fun working on this Taxxon :)
The reason I prefer the chronicles and Visser in the whole series :
Aldrea - The Hork-Bajir Chronicles (chp6)
Edriss - Visser (chp2)
... The details.
Especially the ones that seem insignificant but say a lot.
Ever wonder what character from Animorphs you were? Did you identify with Rachel's fierce spirit or Cassie's gentle nature more? Are you mor
I took an Animorphs personality quiz, and it says that I am Jake! Which is exactly what I've always felt and who I most identify with, so I'd say this is a fairly accurate quiz.
Your Result: Jake You're a natural leader. Part of that is that you genuinely aren't in it for the power. People just trust you and you don't let want to let them down. Your charm and humility doesn't mean you can't make hard choices sometimes and when pushed, you can be truly ruthless. You just wish you didn't have to be.
Tobias
You're a quiet, sensitive soul. Thoughtful and romantic, you've been through a lot in life, which often tests your endurance. But despite the frequent temptation to give up, you keep hoping. You're also a lot tougher than you look and possess an uncommonly adaptive nature. Just be careful you don't lose sight of who you really are.
Am I surprised? Mm-mm, I don't think so. ^^
Yeerk & Andalite idioms
For anyone interested, Chapter 34 of Visser Two is up [here]. (Unfortunately, now that I’ve caught up with all the chapters I had written in advance, the publishing gaps are probably going to get a bit longer.)
In this chapter, I really struggled with a few expressions. I write in French first, then translate into English. Unfortunately, since I am very, VERY far from being bilingual, I don’t know all the expressions and nuances of the English language and that sometimes forces me to make sacrifices.
For example, I was proud of this little witty line in French
“D’autres soldats nous attendaient. Ils avaient l’air vraiment, vraiment sur les dents. Ou plutôt sur les lames, vu qu’ils n’ont pas de bouche ni de dents…” (“Other soldiers were waiting for us. They looked really, really on their teeth. Or rather on their blades, since they have neither mouths nor teeth…”)
But unfortunately… that absolutely does not work in English.
Same problem with the expression “La curiosité est un vilain défaut”. In English, the equivalent would be “Curiosity killed the cat,” but in the context of a human-Controller speaking to an Andalite, it’s a little trickier to use.
One little trick I sometimes use is to work around the issue by inventing Yeerk, or even Andalite idioms.
Here’s a small selection of the ones I’ve managed to sneak in so far (yes, I actually kept notes along the way so I could try to reuse them from time to time 😄):
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On the Yeerk side:
• Tirer les vers du nez (To worm information out of someone) → To go fetch someone from inside the skull
• Caresser quelqu’un dans le sens du poil (To butter someone up) → Turn the Kandrona toward someone
• Va te faire voir ! (Go th hell!) → Get out of the pool! (Lena version: Go drown in your own pool!)
• Mettre les pieds dans le plat (To put one’s foot in one’s mouth) → Slip one’s palps into someone’s ear
• Avoir le cerveau retourné (To be completely thrown off) → Be turned upside down inside the skull
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On the Andalite side:
• Perdre son sang-froid (to lose it) → Get one’s tail stuck in a tree
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What about you? Can you think of any Yeerk or Andalite idioms? I’d love to hear your ideas!